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The Shy Bride-Bonnie Gold x Shelby!Reader

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Requested by anonymous: 'Can you do a Bonnie gold fic where the reader is a Shelby and he has to marry her for a business deal and they end up getting to know each other even tho the reader is all shy and innocent and doesn't really like anyone that isn't family and the golds love her'

Characters: Bonnie Gold x Shelby!Reader, Shelby family x Shelby!Reader, Aberama Gold x Reader (in-laws), Esmeralda Gold x Shelby!Reader (in-laws)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Arranged marriage, swearing, shouting/arguing, sadness, drinking, fluff

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As I returned home, I eyed up the beautiful dress hanging over the kitchen door, feeling the fabric and admiring it. I had never seen this dress before but it was gorgeous, an extravagant evening gown that every girl would be envious of. But why was it hanging up in Pol's kitchen?

"Pol, who's this dress for?" I asked.

"Would be nice if you greeted me first."

"Sorry, got distracted."

Polly smiled, but it didn't seem genuine."It's for you actually. A gift from Tommy."

"For me? Why is Tommy buying me dresses? He's got good taste actually."

"For a special occasion apparently. We're going out somewhere this afternoon."

"Oh, where?"

"I don't know (Y/N)." there was a slight snap in her tone, but I assumed she was annoyed by my questions."Sorry, just got a lot to do."

"Need help with anything?"

"No, I can handle it. Why don't you start getting ready?"

"Alright, as long as you're sure."

I brushed off Polly's behaviour. My family could have terrible mood swings at times. I understood why, we were in a gang, life could never be simple and sweet. Taking the dress, I quietly squealed to myself, excited to try it on and get myself dolled up. We must have been going somewhere really fancy, probably just to show our faces, show that Tommy was a real family man to benefit the legitimate side of business, give him a good image.

Luckily I had shoes and accessories to match the dress, spending time on how to style my hair and what lipstick to wear. I was never one to boast, but I looked lovely in this outfit. I didn't even question where we could be going or who we would be meeting, not if Tommy was going to buy me a special outfit for each occasion. Headed downstairs when I heard my brother's voices, I was surprised to see them all waiting in the hallway, dressed in their finest suits, and Polly also in one or her best dresses.

"Oh, sorry, am I making us late?"

"No, not at all." Tommy smiled, which was rare. It made me slightly nervous.

"Right. Um, when are we leaving?"

"Might as well head out now. Come on."

Tommy took the lead, walking out of the door, Arthur followed with his head down, whereas John looked at me a little longer, seeming angry. Polly had to nudge him to make him move. Once he walked outside, she held her hand out to me, giving me the same smile from earlier. Either something was going on that I didn't know about or they had just had an argument.

"Pol, me and (Y/N) are going to share a car. The rest of you in the other one." Tommy informed her.

Pol didn't even try arguing back. She squeezed my hand before getting into the car in front of us. Tommy had brought two chauffeurs, he didn't drive as much as he used to now. I wondered why he didn't just meet us at the place we were going to instead of driving all the way here, though I supposed it was for another photo opportunity.

Nothing was said as we set off, both of us just looking out of the window, watching the landscape around us change. My head turned to look at him as he started taking.

"(Y/N), do you know where we're going?"

"No, Pol didn't say anything."

"Good. Right, uh...This is to do with business."

"Oh, OK. Is it the usual, stay with you for a bit then mingle with Polly or the boys whilst you get on with business?"

"No, nothing like that. It actually involves you."

My heart rate had already increased."Me? What? Am I in danger?"

"You're perfectly safe. You're actually going to be even safer after today."

"Can you just tell me what's happening Tommy? The nerves are making me breathe funny."

"I...I had to arrange something."

"Arrange?" I let out a laugh as a thought came into my head."You're not marrying me off are you?"

He didn't reply.

"Oh my god, you are marrying me off!"

"If I told you before, you wouldn't have come."

"Of course I wouldn't! Who am I marrying? Why am I marrying them? Tommy, how could you do this to me?!"

I placed a hand over my chest, feeling like my heart was going to burst out of my chest, my lungs were so tight, I couldn't breathe properly.

"(Y/N), calm down, breathe."

"How can I? You're selling me, you're making me live the rest of my life with a stranger!"

"They're not a stranger."

"Who is it then?"

"It's Bonnie Gold."

"BONNIE GOLD?!"

This was so random. Why was I marrying him? I didn't know him, all I knew about him was how he and his family were now helping protect ours. Tommy also got him a boxing deal, but what did that have to do with me? Why was I being forced to do something? It was just like John all over again.

"It was part of a deal."

"A deal you didn't think to ask my opinion on?"

"Would you have said yes?"

"No!" I tried to steady my breathing but nothing was working."Oh my god, oh my god, I'm getting married to someone I don't know."

"You do know him."

"Not well enough to marry him! We've never even said hello to each other! I think I'm going to be sick. Pull over, please!"

The driver did what I asked, and I immediately jumped out. My legs began walking along the road, I didn't even think about it. Tears were welling up in my eyes over my brother's betrayal. What had I done to deserve this? John needed a wife, he had loads of kids that needed looking after, they worked. What if me and Bonnie didn't? What if he was actually a horrible person? Tommy didn't know him as well as he thought he did, they could be hiding anything.

"(Y/N), get back in the car please."

"No! Why am I getting married for a deal? I'm not out of control, I'm not rowdy, I do what I'm told all the time and I'm nice to everyone! And this is what I get for following the rules, your rules?"

"I wouldn't let you two marry if I thought he would hurt you. Bonnie is going to treat you well (Y/N), I know he is."

"Am I going to have to live in a wagon?!"

His head tilted back as he sighed."Fuck me. No, you're not, you'll be living in a house."

"I can't do it, Tommy, I can't, I really can't do this."

"You have to, I have to keep my end of the bargain."

"Do you know how angry I am with you?!"

"I think so."

There were so many things I wanted to scream at him. Who else knew? Why did they let him do it? Who's idea was it in the first place? I couldn't though. My breathing was out of control, my eyes were stinging with tears, and loud sobs were coming out of my mouth.

Tommy gently put his hands on my shoulders, making me stand up straight."We do things for this family, yeah? We go through hardships to make our family stronger. And I'm asking you (Y/N), please go along with this. If we can keep an alliance with the Gold's, it will only bring us good. I wouldn't ask you if I was desperate or if I didn't think you could do it."

I contemplated running away there and then. However, I wasn't going to get far in these shoes. Home was too far away by now, the roads weren't clear and if anyone recognised me, I could be dead within hours.

"I really have to do this, don't I?"

Tommy nodded, cautiously wrapping an arm around me to slowly take us back to the car. For the rest of the drive I hung my head, staring at the pretty shoes I had picked for today. This was it. I was getting married. Married to a man I had only seen but never talked to, married to a man to settle a deal. My brother, who I trusted and loved, had thrown me to the dogs, not even glancing back to face the consequences of his actions; it was all to benefit him.

We pulled up at Tommy's house. He explained that since this was a quick arrangement it was easier to hold the ceremony there, it was more personal, they knew it was safe. My stomach cramped up as I stepped inside, spotting the bouquet of flowers everywhere. They even fucking decorated. Ada and Polly were at the entrance, both looking as pissed off as I was. Unfortunately, Ada held my own bouquet in her hands.

"You can't do this Tom. Just cancel it, go in there and say the wedding is off. She's just a girl." Ada spat.

"Ada." Polly warned.

"You can't go along with this Pol. She's being forced into a marriage!"

Tommy cleared his throat."Ada, Pol, please take your seats."

"Hold on," Pol pulled out her powder box from her purse, dabbing the brush on my face,"need that beautiful face of yours back."

I knew she was trying to cheer me up, and clean me up so I would look like such a mess. It would all just stream off my face later. My hands shook as I held the flowers, the petals and leaves slightly rustling. Polly and Ada left hesitantly, shushing everyone in the hall where I assumed the ceremony was taking place.

"Are you going to be sick?" Tommy asked.

"Not sure." I whispered.

"Just know that I hate this too. I wouldn't-"

"Shut up Tommy."

I never snapped at Tommy, or anyone really. But this called for it. I could have called him every nasty name under the sun there and then. When he held out his arm for me, I reluctantly took it, wishing I could sprint to the stables to steal a horse, ride off into the sunset. But it was too late, because the doors to the hall opened, and there everyone stood, watching intently as I walked down the aisle. I didn't even have a proper wedding dress.

It felt like I had never worn heels before, I was wobbling all over the place. Bonnie looked miles away, though I was beside him in seconds. His family were here, my family sat on the opposite side. Tommy gingerly pressed a kiss to my cheek before going to sit down. And here I was, stood next to my soon to be husband. He kindly smiled at me, though I couldn't bear to even look at him, eyes flickering away. I stared at Jeremiah who was officiating the wedding, the poor man must have thought I was evil the way I was looking at him.

The ceremony felt muffled, as if I couldn't hear anything properly. Jeremiah waffled on, until we had to say our vows and exchange the rings. I focused so much on his words to not get them wrong, only realising that after we had said them to each other, that was it, we were now married.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride." Jeremiah announced.

Both our families clapped to fill the silence. Bonnie leaned down but I retracted out of instinct. He halted before moving again, slower this time, to kiss my cheek. Taking my hand in his, he walked us out of the hall, the doors closing behind us. I let out a shocked breath, looking at the ring on my finger. Bonnie went to speak.

"So, I-"

I snatched my hand out of his, scurrying to the kitchen to find a bottle of wine. I needed a drink, and a lot of it. I also wanted to get out of any awkward conversations that were about to ensue. There was way too much going on right now to start small talk.

Unfortunately he had followed me, watching as I popped open a bottle. I glanced at the glass in my hand, deciding to set it down and drink from the bottle.

"I'm not that bad am I?" Bonnie tried to joke.

I didn't say anything, leaning back against the counter.

"Look, I'm sorry this has happened. We don't know each other, back in there was the first time we've spoken, it's a lot. But I want you to know that I'm going to look after you. We'll go at your pace, whatever you're comfortable with. I want us to be friends at least."

He sounds genuine. When Bonnie first joined the Peaky Blinders, he hadn't been overly cocky like some of the others. Of course he was a bit more boastful when it came to the ring, though that was all part of his image. And he was the only peaky boy to not try it on with me. Ironic.

"Sorry for just going in for the kiss too. I thought a small peck wouldn't hurt."

"It's fine." I mumbled, casting my eyes to the floor.

He took a few seconds before speaking again."Never been much of a wine person."

I looked up at him as he stood opposite to me, also leaning back in a countertop.

"Suppose that could change." he held out his hand for the bottle, indicating that I pass it over.

He took a swig, scrunching up his face and coughing after. The corner of my mouth twitched at how silly he looked, but didn't show him that.

"God, that is so sweet. How do you chug it back?"

"I don't usually." I squeaked out."Just...just flet like I needed to."

He passed the bottle back to me."I won't lie, I don't exactly want my new wife to be drunk on our first night together."

My eyes widened.

"No, not like that! Nothing is going to happen. I just meant, I would like to use this time to get to know you."

I was being stubborn. I wanted to go against him, just to spite Tommy. But I was too shy, I couldn't even hold eye contact with him.

"I'll leave you alone for a bit. But please come up to the party, my family can't wait to meet you." he made his way to the door, stopping and turning around."You look beautiful tonight."

I didn't let him see me blush, turning away as I drank more from the bottle. I hated how easily I was embarrassed. Boys tried flirting with me, though I knew that was because they wanted to say they had shagged a Shelby girl. Of course I knew their intentions, hence why I was still a virgin.

After a few more swigs, I knew I had to go back upstairs. Setting the almost finished bottle aside, I took a deep breath, adjusting the bottom of my dress, checking my face in a mirror before heading to see my family and new in-laws.

When I returned, everyone was gathered in the lavish front room. Music was playing, champagne was being handed out, and everyone seemed relatively happy chatting with one another. Finn, John and Adawere the only ones not mingling, scowling faces on them as they observed the others.

"(Y/N)," a man caught my attention, it was Bonnie's father,"welcome to the family."

I politely smiled."Thank you sir."

"Call me Aberama. I appreciate the manners though. And I understand you're not entirely happy with this marriage."

I glanced away from him."But believe me when I say that Bonnie has been just as nervous. Although he is also very determined to ensure you are comfortable and feel like a part of the family."

That was nice, I guess.

"He has multiple sisters who you might find easier to talk to rather than an old man."

He raised his drink to me, smiling as he walked away. I really didn't want to talk to anyone, scurrying to my three siblings who were most against this arrangement.

"You alright?" Finn draped his arm around my shoulders, and I quickly hugged him, clinging on.

I shook my head no.

"Of course she isn't. This is all a big mistake, we should have come up with a plan to get her out of here." Ada huffed.

John scoffed."Oh yeah, that would have gone down a treat with both families."

"You were just as much against it all as we were."

"No one was for this marriage, well, besides Tom. But it's done now, innit? I'll just have to keep a special eye on the new in-law."

"Can we stop talking about it please? Just talk about anything else." I asked quietly, realising some of the others were looking over at us, and that made me incredibly nervous.

Before we even had a chance to change the topic, someone from Bonnie's side of the family made her way over. I looked anywhere but her, until she was stood beside me. She was beautiful, probably around the same age as myself, though her confidence gave her a more mature look.

"I thought I would come over and introduce myself. I'm Esmeralda, one of Bonnie's sisters."

"Nice to meet you."

Get a grip woman.

"There's actually three of us, sisters I mean. Poor Bonnie didn't have any brothers to rough around with. Though I suppose it is only you and Ada amongst all these men."

Ada smiled at her, though you could tell it was out of sarcasm. I cringed, hoping Esmeralda hadn't seen that.

"I was wondering if you wanted to join us?" she gestured to where her other sisters were, who waved.

"Um, yes."

It sounded more like a question, but Esmeralda took that answer. I worriedly looked back to my own siblings, annoyed at my politeness. Where was my Shelby fire?

I sat by Esmeralda, the others sitting across from us. She instantly started up a conversation, it was easy to see she was fine around strangers. I only wished to half as confident as her. Her sisters also chimed in now and then, trying to involve me in the conversation. There was no talk about the wedding, just typical girly things; dresses, makeup, dances, they even spoke about their traditions. It slowly moved onto the topic of Bonnie, though past stories about him, tales of how he was as a child. I even managed to break out a smile.

"And obviously we'll all be getting to know each other a bit better once we're all moved in together." Esmeralda exclaimed.

"S-sorry?"

Esmeralda and her sisters held a serious look, bursting out laughing a second later. I was confused, had I missed a joke?

"Sorry, I was trying to lighten the mood. Of course we're not living with you two!"

"I don't even know where we're living."

"Well, neither do we, but I'm sure your brother has sorted it."

"Yeah..."

"Sorry, have I upset you?"

"No! No, I'm fine." I was tempted to excuse myself, but I went against that. I was going to be social."So, is there abythibg else I should know about Bonnie?"

Perhaps this was my way of getting to know my husband without actually talking to him. Even if it was a subconscious thing, I was getting information about him. And there didn't seem to be a bad bone in his body unless he was in the ring, or defending his sisters from a man who had disrespected them, though that was more chivalrous.

"Sorry ladies, may I borrow my sister?" Tommy asked, gesturing for me to follow him.

I smiled at the girls, catching up with my brother who was making his way to his office, grabbing Bonnie on the way. I faltered when he stepped in line with me, not used to having a boy so close to me. Bonnie let me go first into the office, closing the door behind him. Tom nodded his head towards the two chairs at the desk, sitting behind it. We sat down, waiting to hear why he had brought us here.

"So, seeing as you two are married now, you'll be needing a place of your own." Tommy started."And I have provided that for you."

"No, Tommy, we couldn't accept that." I protested, feeling awkward about situations involving money.

"I agree Mr Shelby, that's way too generous. You already let us get married in your house."

"It's my fault you two are married right now. And I just hope that I can gain back some trust and..." he glanced at me,"love, by doing this."

I picked at the skin around my nails, a bad habit."Are you sure Tommy? Nothing too big right?"

"No. It's a new build but out in the country. You also have a big patch of land, I thought you might appreciate that Bonnie. It's secluded, like this. Three bedrooms, kitchen, front room, all the other shit."

"Thank you very much Mr Shelby." Bonnie stood, reaching out his hand.

Tommy shook it, no expression on his face.

"Thanks Tom. I guess it's a start to your apology."

I felt guilty for saying that, but I wanted it to sting. He had really hurt me today, I wasn't going to fall to his feet because he bought me a house.

Tommy then informed us that it was time for us to leave. He had one of his chauffeurs waiting, and everyone had followed us outside. They had rice to throw at us as we went to the car. In a way, I appreciated the effort they were putting in to make it seem like a happy occasion, I also found it demeaning. You're now being forced to marry a man you don't know, but here's a pretty dress and some champagne.

"I don't have anything with me." I pointed out before I got in the car.

Polly stepped forward, quietly speaking so no one else would hear."Tommy made Ada pack some of your things before she came here. Obviously she didn't want to, but you need your clothes at least. I'll be round with the rest of it soon love."

Wow, they weren't waiting around to get rid of me. Sadly getting into the car, I didn't even acknowledge Bonnie as he opened and closed the door for me. Once Bonnie was inside the car, the chauffeur drove off. I coukd hear our families cheering for us, I didn't bother looking back, whereas Bonnie was waving.

"You alright?" he asked softly.

I nodded, pressing my lips together as I looked away, trying to hold back my tears. Thankfully he left it at that, he knew I needed time to process everything.

The house Tommy got us was no where near the size of his, though I didn't want that. It was still big for two people, and despite it being a new house, it had an old fashioned look to it. It had the feel of a farm house without the barn, different stones making the structure with vines growing all over it. I loved it, which was irritating because Tommy knew me so well.

"This is going to be strange." Bonnie said as he helped the chauffeur with the bags."Never lived in a house before."

"Oh...hope you like it."

It was a wonder why I never had a boyfriend.

I had wished that the chaffuer had taken more time with the bags. Because Bonnie was a gentleman, he insisted helping, and the task was completed far too quickly. Now it was just me and Bonnie, in our house, our house we loved in together as a married couple.

"Shall we take a look around? See what's actually in our house?"

Bless him, he was trying so hard. I agreed, letting him lead as we checked each room. It was all furnished, there was even some food in the kitchen, soap and towels in the bathroom, any little things we wouldn't have packed with us were provided. He was in awe of the place, I knew he was used to travelling to different places, it was just strange to see his expressions over a house.

"Your brother is very generous."

"Yes, though I know why he's given this to us."

"To make up for marrying me?"

"No, well yes, but not in the way you said. Sorry Bonnie, you must think I'm horrible. It's just...I'm really shy around new people, it took so much energy out of me talking to everyone today, not to mention the actual ceremony itself. I probably would have fainted if I wasn't concentrating on acting normal."

"I didn't think you were horrible. I knew you were scared. I'm afraid your acting skills need some work."

We had walked into one of the bedrooms as we spoke, my stomach dropping again. Was I going to have to share a bed with him? I had never done that before.

"Choose which room you like. I'll sleep in another." he said.

"Hm?"

"I'm not going to sleep in the same room as you, I wouldn't put you under that pressure."

"Oh, thank you. Then, you should choose."

He smiled at me."Fine, then I choose you having the master bedroom, and I shall go see what other room I prefer."

I managed to smile back, bashful over how sweet he was being. That was a huge relief lifted off my chest. If he hadn't mentioned anything before bedtime, I wouldn't have said anything, I didn't want to bring up topic.

We both got changed (separately) into something comfier, weirdly emerging from our rooms at the same time. Deciding it was time to eat, we rummaged through the kitchen cabinets to see what we could muster up. I took charge, seeing as Bonnie had only ever cooked over a fireplace.

"Sorry it's not much, it's bits and pieces really." I set his plate down in front of him, thinking how much of a wife I looked right now.

"Thank you. Don't worry, I'm sure it will be delicious. We can go shopping for food tomorrow if you want?"

That's what couples do.

"Yeah, that's a good idea."

We kept to our food, eating in silence. I tried to eat as quickly as I could, wanting this dreadful tension to lift and be over with. I felt terrible because he was trying so hard to be a good husband to me already, or just a good friend really. And here I was, not even able to eat a meal with him, he must have been dreading the rest of his life with me.

As he finished, I quickly stood to clear everything away, already starting to clean up as he protested. We still had a whole evening ahead of us, what were we supposed to do? I caught him moving in my peripheral vision, grabbing two wine glasses and the bottle of champagne gifted to us. He held them up to me.

"Fancy sharing a bottle?"

We were sat in the front room on opposite ends of the sofa, the lit fireplace crackling in front of us. Bonnie was casually facing me whilst I stared into the flames.

"You surprised me you know, when I first saw you." he said.

"What do you mean?"

"When I first joined the blinders, I remember seeing you, and I obviously thought 'wow, she's gorgeous', though I knew to stay away."

There I went, blushing again.

"But you weren't like your family. You weren't harsh or outspoken, you were so quiet. I've seen you around your family, I know you are different with them, and I get that I'm a complete stranger to you so it will be different. I just hadn't expected a Shelby to be so....reclusive."

"A lot of people say that."

"That wasn't me saying it's a bad thing by the way!"

"It is a bad thing when you're a Shelby. I'm not trusted to do anything within the business. This is the first time they've used me. And they didn't even ask."

"That's a good thing though, isn't it? About not being involved in the business?"

"I guess."

"Let's talk about something else, eh? Uh, why don't you tell me...your favourite colour?"

"Favourite colour? Really?"

He laughed."I need to get to know my wife don't I?"

Although I had been answering his basic questions terribly (and boringly, I was just giving one word answers), Bonnie somehow made me open up to him. Not about anything deep or meaningful, just generic facts about my life; what I enjoy doing, funny anecdotes from my childhood, what I liked to do when I went out with friends. In turn, I began asking him questions. We were talking for hours, but we didn't realise that until I happened to glance at the clock on the mantelpiece.

The next week still felt awkward. We slept in our separate rooms, trying to work our different routines to fit each other. Although we were able to talk to each other for more than two minutes, I was always trying to figure out what to talk about next. I didn't want to be in a situation where we were stuck on what to say, I hated that. Looking back on it, I had never spoken to someone so much or so freely besides my family and my small handful of friends.

Both of our families came to visit us. Polly and Ada stayed for a day, mostly catching up but also helping me make the house feel more homely. Aberama only came some mornings to get Bonnie, doing whatever work for my brother, though he always made sure to say hello. Bonnie was gone for a majority of the day, luckily I liked being by myself. Surprisingly, Esmeralda also came for a visit.

"Lovely flowers." she pointed out as we sat in the kitchen, each with a cup of tea.

"Bonnie got them for me."

"Did he?" she smirked."He's a sweetheart isn't he?"

I couldn't help but shyly smile."Yes, it was a lovely gesture."

"A romantic gesture. He may be a tough man and a fighter but he's a big sofite really."

I hummed in agreement.

"Are you alright? How have you two been over the last month?"

I wanted to say that although I did like Bonnie, I knew I was lucky to be in an arranged marriage with him and not some fifty year old, slimy man, I didn't want her to get excited at the thought we might already be in love.

"I won't lie, it's been slow. That's not to say I don't enjoy Bonnie's company, it's just...everyday when I wake up, I still get a little confused at the ring on my finger, then in a second I remember I'm married."

"Yeah, that's never going to be something you can easily forget I guess."

"And I'm not being rude about your brother. Bonnie has been amazing, he's kept his boundaries, made sure I felt respected. But, your wedding day is supposed to be the happiest day of your life. Choosing your dress, what hair and makeup you want, the venue, the cake, it's all part of it. I didn't even have a proposal."

"Oh (Y/N)."

"And when those doors open, you're supposed to look down the aisle and see your soul mate waiting for you. You both smile and start crying because the day has finally come. I had none of that. I'll never have any of that."

She placed her hand over mine."I think over time, you and Bon will learn to love each other. And as frustrating as that is, I believe it will happen."

Esmeralda was a huge comfort. I felt better after talking with her than I did my family. I guessed that it was because she was a new person to talk to, I didn't know what she was going to say, so I wasn't listening to the same dribble I was used to.

It was like any other evening when Bonnie came home. I was reading a book in the front room, sprawled out on the sofa. He called out as he entered the house, I replied but didn't move. He was rustling around in the kitchen, things were being moved around, cupboards opening and closing. Perhaps he was hungry and needed a snack before dinner. I left him to it for a few more seconds, deciding to investigate when he didn't stop.

Just as I was about to walk into the kitchen, Bonnie blocked the doorway, trying to use his whole body to limit my view.

"Hi." he said breathless.

"Hello. Um, are you alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, just...just doing...something."

Whenever I tried to look around him, he moved in my way.

"If you've broken something Bonnie, I don't mind. I'd rather help clean it up."

"No, nothing like that. Could you just...jist trust me?"

I looked up at him, thinking about it.

"Please?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Is it alright if you wait in front room? It's nothing bad, I promise."

I turned around, glancing back at Bonnie before I returned to the sofa and my book. What was he doing? Was he trying to cook? It was sweet if he was, though when we had cooked together before he was never this clumsy. I couldn't ignore the racket coming from the kitchen, unable to concentrate on any of the words in my book.

"Bonnie? Are you sure you're OK in there?" I shouted out to him.

"Yeah!" he quickly replied. Only moments later was he in the front room, a huge grin on his face."If you would like to follow me to your surprise."

"Surprise?"

He nodded, holding out his hand to me. I took it, letting him guide me back to the kitchen. The lights were off, the only source of light was coming from a few candles in the centre of the table, more dotted around the kitchen too. There were two plates with nothing in them, instead, there were different foods on scattered on the table like a picnic.

"Bonnie?"

He stood in front of the table."I spoke with my sister the other day. I wasn't snooping, I just wondered how you were with her, if you told her something about me that I needed to change. She told me how upset you were that you couldn't experience your wedding day properly, and I thought I could help with that. So, I asked Ada and Pol what your favourite food was, all types, and I thought we could have a romantic dinner together. "

I was gobsmacked. A man who was forced into marrying me, who didn't know me, had put all this effort into a dinner together, something no other man would probably do.

"You did this for me?"

"Yeah. You deserve it. You deserve a lot more really, but I'm still learning to cook other recipes besides rabbit stew."

I giggled.

"I hope you don't mind, but they also told me how you've never been on a date before."

That wasn't embarrassing at all.

"And I want you to know, that's because of you brothers. Men tremble at their feet, what do you think teenage boys are going to be like? But I am very honoured to be the first man to take you on a date."

"This is the kindest thing anyone has ever done for me. I'm shocked, honestly."

He pulled out a chair for me, and I sat, feeling giddy. Bonnie tucked me in, taking a seat beside me before pouring out a glass of wine for me. My mind argued with itself over my next choice, but I bit the bullet. I confidently leaned over, very quickly pecking his lips. I couldn't look at him when I next spoke.

"Thank you Bonnie. And thank you for being the best husband."

"Well thank you for being the best wife."

"What have I done to be a good wife?"

"Just being you."

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cillspropertea · 2 years

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Flipped ( Full Chapter-list)

Chapter 1: The coin

Chapter 2: Kitten

Chapter 3: Distraction

Chapter 4: Dawn

Chapter 5: Fook Linda

Chapter 6: Sybill

Chapter 7: Apology

Chapter 8: Grass

Chapter 9: Stairs

Chapter 10: Tin cans

Chapter 11: Fedora

Chapter 12: Doors and windows

Chapter 13: Office supplies

Chapter 14: Meat

Chapter 15: Showdown

Chapter 16: The Cottage

Chapter 17: The Plan

Chapter 17.5 : Bonus Chapter

Chapter 18: Tea

Chapter 19: Diamond

Chapter 20: Horses

Chapter 21: Golden girl

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nsfw-kill-me-now · 2 years

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Blood

Instead of Bonnie dying on the cross, the Billy Boys decide to have some fun with the young Gold's future wife. They beat her, have their way with her until she's bloody and unconscious, shoot her in the chest, and tie her to the cross. By some miracle, if you could call it that, the girl survived, but she'll never be the same.

THIS FIC IS VERY MUCH INCOMPLETE. I DON'T KNOW WHEN I'LL FINISH IT, OR IF I WILL. I WILL TAKE CRITICISM BUT KEEP IN MIND THAT THIS IS MY FIRST FIC EVER POSTED.

Warnings: fem!reader, heavy angst, allusions to rape, blood (mentioned), miscarriage, paralysis, likely inaccurate depictions of a Birmingham-based hospital in the 1920s, abortion themes, childhood abuse (mentioned), verbal abuse (mentioned), MASSIVE TRIGGERS ALTOGETHER

While there are absolutely no religious themes or allusions in this fic, I did partially base this on my own experience being raised Catholic (tho not in an ideal, "good" Catholic household if that makes sense), as well as events that have happened in my extended family, including but not limited to: mental/verbal child abuse, rape, disability, and miscarriage.

Let me know what you think in the comments!

"Was it a girl? A boy?"

A pause. "A girl."

"I want to hold her."

A gasp. "No."

"Give her to me."

"I-I'm sorry, th-the fetus has already been--"

"DON'T CALL HER THAT!" I roared, attempting to lung at the poor nurse, but my legs were numb. The girl leaped away, her eyes wide with terror. I wanted to blind her. "SHE'S A BABY! SHE NEEDS HER MOTHER! GIVE HER TO ME! GIVE HER BACK! GIVE HER--"

Arms wrap around my shoulders and I screamed. Back in the forest, the Billy Boys' chanting rang in my ears as their hands groped my body. One of them sliced the front of my dress, cutting flesh down to the stomach. Another squeezed my breasts. Someone slammed his boot into my gut. I couldn't even cry out with a hand covering my mouth. In the hospital, nurses and doctors surrounded me, then I returned once again to the forest. Memory and reality blurred into one. I struggled against the arms wrapped around my midsection, only vaguely processing that I couldn't kick my legs, try as I may. Hot tears spilled from my eyes in the struggle, screaming and scratching the unwelcome touch of my captors. There were no words, only rage and fear and a desire to not be touched. The telltale BANG of a gunshot echoed in the country air. My abdomen felt sticky and warm. Vaguely, I register a cloth covering my mouth, it's sickly-sweet scent all too familiar. My world, hazy and warped, once more fades into darkness.

The next time I woke up, the room was different. A heavy door, white brick walls, and a single window with light streaming through. I went to shield my eyes, but my arms were too heavy. I couldn't even muster out a word, only what could be called a grunt.

Xxxxxxxxxxx

"I can't, Bonnie. I can't get up."

A pause. "Why?" His voice was so small.

I sighed, and looked up to him with sad, tired eyes. "I can't feel my legs."

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

"I..." My breath hitched. "I... didn't want a baby." I stared at the wall. I couldn't look at her. I didn't want to see her eyes. "I could never be...a good mother. H-How could I? Didn't exactly have the best example."

I paused. "Sh-she'd always held it over my head. 'I could'a 'ad ya killed,' she'd say. 'Should'a let the doc cut ya into pieces an' be done wi' ya,' she'd shout. Like my life was an inconvenience, e-even before my first breath. My own fuckin' mother. And I'll have been just like 'er, wouldn't I?

"B-But.. I still wanted my-- I still wanted her to... have a chance. Bonnie's a good man, and she would have known her father to be a good man. He didn't force me, and I think he knew I didn't want... but I knew he really wanted to be. I tried for him. A-And I get why other people would just get rid of it, there are serious reasons to, but... but I never saw this child as an "it." She was there. She was moving... dancing, even. She was alive. How could I take that away? Even now, I don't understand how anyone believes they have the right to do something like that, even if the m-mum would d-die otherwise. And God, I'm a fuckin' terrible person for saying that, aren't I?" I paused, breath hitching, then continued. "But to me, I'd have killed her. I-I didn't want a kid, but I wanted her to live."

I saw Ada's shoes approach my chair, and she surprised me by wiping my cheeks. When had I started to cry? She gingerly turned my face towards hers, stood back an inch, and opened her arms.

Another pause.

A sob ruptured from my throat. I lunged into her bosom, clung to her satin dress, and cried.

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peakypolly · 1 year

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My Bonnie Gold fic is officially in the works and will be posted sometime this week! To all who have been waiting, I appreciate your patience! Since I love you so much here's a little teaser:

"All you could do was stand there, shock and horror etched into your face, as Bonnie was thrown around the ring like a kicked puppy. After his fight with Goliath, Bonnie became the welterweight champion, a title he had dreamed about since his youth. Today, he felt it slipping from his hands."

Dw! it's fluff, but had to throw in a little angst here and there yk? Anyways, love Bonnie and Aberama so much so like if any of y'all want to chat about them my inbox is always open *wink wink*

#new fic coming soon #bonnie gold #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinders #bonnie gold imagine #aberama gold

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thewriterg · 1 year

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𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬

pairing(s): jj maybank x gn!reader, pope heyward x gn!reader

summary: You lived for the moments you spent with your boyfriends the parties and the treasure hunting was nice but nothing beat the warm nostalgia of tangled limbs and sweet kisses in the bed bathing in the obx sun

word count: 500+

request: Hi, so some time ago I read your imagine between Pope, JJ and reader and I just thought it was incredible, because most of the time a poly couple is shown, it's two people giving love to one person, yours already showed the love between the three <3 So in that same JJ x Pope x reader dynamic, imagine where they're just in bed, just woken up from an afternoon nap and are simply cuddling in the warmth of the covers. Thank you, bye- @lovers-rockkk

warning(s): fluff, kisses, sweet short domestic, pet names, polyamory themes, and I think like one swear word

A/n: —GIF;— I can not tell you how happy it makes me when someone notices the few extra steps I to take to make my fics better thank you for the appreciation love it made me feel great <3 Also I have a surprise for you guys at the end of this so read all the way through!!!

You felt yourself begin to stir the feeling of the sun engulfing your figure that wasn’t covered by the duvet of your bed gave you a welcoming invite to blink the sleep from your eyes but you were quickly met with admiring brown eyes staring back at you

“Well good morning” You softly smiled voice soft and raspy from sleep as you stared at the rich skinned boy in front of you immediately throwing an arm over his slim waist you often teased him with your compliments it made his face hot and he was often bashful when you said the things you did especially about his toned stomach

“my pretty baby and his little waist”

“men and their slutty waist”

“we’ll look at you” you said while wrapping your around his torso pressing your face against his back

“Morning dove” Popes voice was almost the same as yours, raspy but it was less than normal letting you know he was probably up for a while before you silently moved not wanting to wake up the blonde next to you to straddle the brunettes lap as he watched you with a small smile as the sun kissed you through the blinds

You leaned down on Popes chest your bottom half still resting on his lap as you prepped small fluttering kisses on his neck traveling to his jaw as his warm hands traveled over your hips and lower back

You both stayed like that for a wild sun and love drunk In each others embrace warm and comfortable no worries of the outside world just yet… no gold, no running for your life, no gunshots, no pogues just them.

“Did you save any for me? You guys are mean” JJ groaned out a whine stretching as you both looked over to the blonde who were barely awake looking and searching for affection and you smirked widely while Pope chuckled quietly under you

“Come on Goldie” You couldn’t conceal the smile from your face while the dark skinned boy under you opened his arm out to take the blonde in and JJs ears perked up at the familiar nickname not wasting a second to crash into Popes side as he playfully groaned before kissing his temple

You sprawled out on top of them both with a over exaggerated sigh as the both chuckled before pressing a kiss to the corners of blondes mouth as he lied there in content letting you continue your acts of assault kisses to his face as you did Pope

“I think we should just stay in, hell we can put John B on hold for a day” The pale spoke up breaking the peaceful silence that fell over you all after you had settled and you hummed in agreement while Pope turned to scoop you both up in his arms a sigh that leaving the bed soon was very unlikely

You would forever persevere the love in these moments

💌💌💌💌

So I’ve started a book on Wattpad! It’s called “don’t go chasing waterfalls”

Its about a girl named Bonnie Sonnet and her group of friends follow the conflict and consequences after leaving Pouglandia in search for El dorado. How will her two certain best friends react when she makes empty promises for when this is all over? They were destined to make her keep said promises.

JJ and Pope are both love interests while also pinning over each other so if you like fics like these you’d definitely like it so you should check it out!

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zablife · 1 year

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Weathering the Storm

Bonnie x pregnant wife reader

Summary: When Micheal comes to your camp for protection, Bonnie is unsettled by his arrogance and hostility toward you.

Author’s Note: This part two to the fic Stay was requested by a lovely anon. However, you do not need to read that fic to understand this one. A bit of angst, but mostly fluff as Bonnie protects his wife.

Warnings: hint of smut, pregnancy, language, ethnic slurs, fighting

Bonnie slung an arm over your waist in his sleep. You clung to him tightly, waking him and he asked, “Everything alright, dove?”

“I’m fine. Just cold,” you said, burying your face against his bare chest.

“Well, let me warm you up,” he said with a smirk, covering your body with his in an instant.

He hovered over you for a moment as he arranged the blankets and you looked up at him adoringly. When he lowered himself to you once again, he slipped a hand beneath your neck, cradling you gently and placed his mouth to yours, slipping his tongue inside as softly as possible. Bonnie was always delicate with you, never in a hurry and always so loving. He began rolling his hips over you and you giggled into his mouth.

You let out a quiet moan and he stroked your hair, watching you in adoration. “Do you still want the child we’ve been speaking of?” he asked sincerely.

“You know I do,” you answered, raising your hips toward him suggestively. He smiled at your admission, quickly ridding himself of his shorts and hitching up your night dress. “I love you so much, y/n,” he said as he seated himself within you fully. The rest of the early morning hours were spent with your husband pumping himself languidly within your walls, pulling the sweetest sounds from your throat as you enjoyed one another. As newlyweds, it was expected. However, you had recently become aware that your efforts were redundant.

You would have liked to tell Bonnie of your suspicions, but the recent excitement surrounding the Shelby family and their war with the Italians had made it difficult to find the right time. This morning wasn't ideal either as Bonnie reminded you to dress quickly in preparation for the arrival of a visitor.

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You held Bonnie’s hand tightly as you heard the rumble of a car engine heading down the dirt path toward you, an inconspicuous meeting spot only travelers knew how to find. Bonnie had informed you there would be someone coming to stay in your camp, but he didn’t tell you much else. In truth, that was all he knew himself. So much of his work for the Shelby family was shrouded in mystery. You didn’t like secrets. You and Bonnie had never had kept things from each other and you didn’t intend to start now.

The car came to an abrupt stop directly in front of you and your eyes went wide at the sight of such an expensive automobile. Polly Gray sat in the back seat with a young man in a dapper looking suit and elegantly combed hair. He eyed you suspiciously and you averted your gaze, looking around anxiously before whispering to Bonnie, “Is this the fella we’re waiting for?” He quickly nodded twice before Polly opened the door and exited with a small suitcase.

“My son, Michael,” she said by way of introduction as a young man stood anxiously on the running boards, surveying his surroundings cautiously as he stepped from the car with the assistance of a cane.

Suddenly he shook his head in disagreement. Then in a firm, clear voice he said, “No. No fucking way!” He jerked his gold cigarette case from his pocket as he warned, “I’m getting back in this car.”

Polly rolled her eyes at him and you looked at Bonnie with a confused expression. Michael acted as though it was an imposition on him to be here and not the other way around. His haughty behavior floored you as he argued with his mother about staying in a hotel rather than following your family to camp with the Palmers and the Boswells. From their heated conversation you could tell that he was a wanted man and his life was in grave danger, yet he acted as though it were a trifle.

Aberama stepped in at that moment to reassure him that your family would put up a fight for him if necessary. Polly nodded appreciatively before diving into the bag she had brought with her. “Take your medicine,” she instructed her son. However, he didn’t seem to be listening as he concentrated on his cigarette.

“I’ll take that for you, Polly,” you said helpfully reaching for the brown glass bottle. Turning to Michael you said softly, “The hills will heal you much quicker, you know.”

Tossing his words in Polly’s direction he mumbled, “Fucking witches, the lot of them.”

Bonnie pushed forward, hands clenched by his side as he issued a warning, “Show some respect, Mr. Gray. We’ve agreed to welcome you on account of your blood.” You could tell he wanted to throw a punch after hearing the insult hurled at you, but thought better of it when Polly’s dark eyes met his.

You rushed to your husband’s side, placing a hand on his chest to calm him, then led him away as Polly conversed with her son. As you walked away you heard her remind him to take his medicine once more. Then you watched out of the corner of your eye as she handed him a gun and mentioned something about making a plan. Despite your desire to help the family, something about this newcomer made you shiver. You nuzzled into Bonnie's side and he ran a hand down your back to comfort you.

“Mr. Shelby says it won’t be long,” Aberama said to you and Bonnie. “We'll be returning him before you know it so keep the peace, eh?” He looked Bonnie in the eye as he clamped a hand on his shoulder, a silent assurance, but also a warning not to start trouble.

Bonnie bit the inside of his cheek, a habit he had whenever he disagreed with his father. You gave your husband a small smile as he helped you inside the wagon that would take you back to camp. As Bonnie climbed up front with his father, you snuck a glance at your visitor who had seated himself opposite you in the back of the wagon. He leaned against the side, stretching out his bad leg as he closed his eyes in repose.

“Michael?” you asked hesitantly.He grunted in reply and you decided to continue. If he was going to be joining you for any length of time it would be useful to build a good relationship now, you thought. “Even if you’d rather not admit it, you belong here with us and you know it.”

Michael’s eyes flicked open suddenly as he sat up and looked at you with hatred, “Fucking what?”

You gulped as he stared you down, wondering if it was possible he didn’t know his lineage. “Aren’t you aware of your grandmother, Birdie?”

“What are you on about?” he asked, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

You searched his eyes, realizing he had no idea who you were talking about. That’s when you decided to inform him, hoping it would make him feel more welcome. “Birdie Boswell was a gypsy princess,” you said with a note of reverence.

Rolling his eyes, Michael scoffed, “Well I don’t believe in that stuff.”

“Don’t have to. Up in them mountains, you’re royalty,” you replied matter-of-factly. You looked down at your hands nervously. You couldn’t understand why he was so rude and unfriendly. He was completely different from Polly. “I-I just wanted you to know that we’ll take good care of you. We always take care of our own,” you added quietly. The rest of the ride was spent in silence. Bonnie came back to join you and you leaned into him for support as the terrain became more uneven. The wagon pitched you back and forth and he held you tightly, keeping you from Michael’s side of the vardo as much as possible. You could tell your husband didn’t trust this man.

It was evening when you arrived in camp. The stars were mapped out brightly in the sky and a crescent moon hung above the roaring fire your father had made to keep everyone warm. As Michael was shown where he would be sleeping, you brought a plate to your husband.

“Thank you, dove. Not hungry?” he asked, trying to offer you some of his food, but you declined. The events of the day were still weighing heavily on your mind. As he sat down to eat, you joined your father on the other side of the campfire. Bonnie waved, "Evenin Johnny."

As you approached, you furrowed your brow. Your father knew something was on your mind, but he avoided your gaze, unwilling to discuss your visitor until you asked him first. “Da, I don’t understand,” you began, watching your father stoke the fire.

“What’s there to know?” he asked and suddenly you knew you shouldn’t be asking. However, your curiosity had gotten the better of you.

“He doesn’t want to be here,” you stressed.

“Well, it’s not his decision. It comes from the Shelbys,” your father replied, shoving his hands in his pockets

“Aye, he’s a Gray and he’s kin to the Shelbys, but he doesn’t know the first thing about where he comes from. Told me so today. Why is that?” you prodded.

Johnny let out a long, deep sigh and sucked his teeth while considering whether or not to tell you what had happened so many years ago. Was it worth mentioning now? In the end, he realized he had no choice. Michael’s demeanor was very different from anyone else in the family. You'd already noticed he didn't belong.

“Michael doesn’t know about himself because Polly didn’t raise him,” he said, looking up at the moon. He felt ashamed for having revealed the secret.

“He lived with his father then?” you inquired.

“No!” Your father called out to the sky. You wondered if you should be quiet. Perhaps asking these questions was forbidden somehow based on the agreement he had with the Shelbys, but he continued. “The parish authorities took him away when he was small. Him and his sister, but Tommy brought him back a year ago to work in the family business," he explained in a hushed tone.

“And now people want to kill him because people want to kill Tommy?” you added.

Your father grunted an affirmative reply as you sat in amazement. A boy who had grown up without his family only to return years later. And a criminal family nonetheless. How jarring that must have been for him. You suddenly understood his confusion and anger at having been sent to a gypsy camp he knew nothing about. You vowed to keep trying with the man who was around the same age as you and Bonnie. You felt it was the least you could do for someone who had had such a difficult life.

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Three days later, you plucked clothes off the line and turned just in time to see Micheal exit his vardo. You crossed to greet him and hand him a freshly washed shirt.

“Good morning, Michael. Thought you’d like to know, we leave tomorrow,” you informed him.

He looked at you quizzically. "I thought we were staying on another night."

“We follow the patron and the crows. And as your mum said, it’s safer for you to keep moving so your enemies can’t find you,” you explained, although you weren’t sure he was listening.

Moving toward the pot placed over the fire, you removed the lid and stirred the stew that had been cooking there. “Are you hungry?” you inquired.

“What is it, fucking hedgehog again?” he asked disdainfully, taking a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it. You’d noticed he often preferred smoking to eating, but you still urged him to take a few bites to aid his recovery.

You continued ladling out a generous portion of stew into a bowl with a smile. “No, it's rabbit stew today. You’re in luck, Bonnie caught a buck,” you said extending the bowl, hoping to entice him.

“So?” he asked, not understanding your meaning.

“Buck’s taste better,” you explained patiently, offering him the meal once more.

He took it from you hesitantly, keeping an eye on you at all times.

“You don’t have to fear us, you know. We’re not bad people,” you said, coming to rest beside him.

“Didn’t say you were,” he grumbled, picking at the stew.

As Michael ate, you noticed the sun disappear and the wind begin to pick up. You sensed a storm approaching and you began to shiver involuntarily. Wrapping your shawl around your shoulders to stay warm, you tried to take in a deep breath the way Bonnie reminded you to do when he was away from you. He said it would help focus your mind on something besides your fear of the bad weather.

Just then Bonnie arrived with an armful of firewood. He glanced at you with sympathetic eyes before looking up to assess the clouds rolling in overhead. “Y/n, dove, go inside. Michael can help me clean up out here,” he promised.

“M eating,” Micheal mumbled without looking up from where he sat. “Besides, that’s women’s work,” he said jerking his chin toward the clothes line and the empty plates.

You noticed Bonnie's whole body tense at Michael’s words, hands curling tightly around the firewood he held. He had tried to be civil after Aberama's warning, but it had been difficult the past few days. Michael refused to do any chores. While his injuries prevented him from doing men’s work like lifting and chopping firewood, there was plenty of work he was capable of and chose not to do which bothered everyone, but couldn't be said aloud. Bonnie knew a thing or two about working while injured and had complained to you that he felt Michael was capable of more than sitting by the fire day in and day out.

You gave your husband a pleading look to remind him Michael was an important guest and Bonnie took a deep breath before he answered with an impatient toss of his head, “The work goes faster if we all help.”

Michael snorted stealing a glance at you, “Can’t your fucking witch say a spell and be done with it?” You froze at his sharp tongue and gulped waiting for Bonnie’s reaction, knowing your husband wouldn't stand for Michael talking about you that way a second time.

Bonnie dropped the kindling where he stood and stalked toward Michael. Grabbing him by the lapels of his coat he hissed, “My wife has cleaned your clothes, cooked for you and served you. How dare you disrespect her?” You could hear the anger rising in his throat as he spoke. “You want to stay here under our protection, now you have to earn it. Fight me,” he challenged, throwing Michael away and beginning to remove his shirt as the thunder rumbled overhead.

"Bonnie!" you called out to him, feeling a soft rain begin to fall all around you.

“No, I’ve no problem with that,” Michael interrupted, pushing his overcoat from his shoulders. “Didn’t want to be here in the first place with a bunch of fucking gypsies,” he spat.

Stretching his neck and cracking his knuckles, he assessed your husband carefully. He wondered if he had any chance at all with a professional boxer especially one with a personal grievance against him. However, he would not back down from a challenge. He was too stubborn.

As the men began to circle one another a deafening crack of thunder broke the silence. You knew your father would be angry with you and Bonnie if something happened to Michael, but there was nothing you could do to stop the fighting now. You heard Michael grunt as Bonnie landed the first punch to his gut. It sounded painful as he wheezed out an aching breath. Then suddenly you heard your husband wince and you looked up to see him jerk his head back, licking a bad cut to his lower lip. Blood ran down his chin as the first sliver of lightning illuminated the sky behind him. He nodded at you assuring you it would be alright, but for the first time, you were scared.

As you looked over at Micheal, you saw a gleam of pure devilment in his eye and you wondered if he was actually enjoying this. He ran at Bonnie again with brute force and it dawned on you that while your husband had the training and skill, Michael had the advantage of his wild anger and hatred. It was a force more powerful than you had originally realized and you shook violently as the fear of the confrontation in the sky and on the ground hit you fully. You shrieked as you realized Micheal had produced a knife from some hidden place and Bonnie’s fist came up swiftly to block Micheal’s wrist. The blade was mere inches from your dear husband’s face and you screamed, not recognizing the sound as it ripped from your throat.

“Christ almighty, what do you boys think you’re doing!” your father cried, rushing toward them. Michael’s eyes, wide with fear froze in that moment, his hand suspended over Bonnie. As Johnny rushed him, he dropped the knife to the ground and as it hit the dirt below, his trance was broken. You watched him stumble backwards, affecting a limp once more as he went to sit on a nearby log as the rain began to pour down upon you.

“Does one of you want to tell me what the fuck this is all about?” your father asked, looking back and forth between Michael and Bonnie. Then his gaze shifted toward you and his face fell, realizing the quarrel had started over you. You looked at him with wide eyes and somehow managed to nod you were alright before hanging your head shamefully. You hated for him to worry though you knew he would no matter what.

With that small bit of reassurance, he began again more softly, addressing his son-in-law. “Bonnie, no matter what’s happened, it ends now. Do you understand? Polly will have my balls if that boy doesn’t come home safe.”

Bonnie clenched his jaw tightly as he glared in Michael’s direction.

“Bonnie, did you hear what I said, lad?” Johnny asked more firmly.

“Aye, I did,” Bonnie replied with a loud sigh. He knew better than to question your father. He moved to offer a hand to you and you clung to him as the lightning illuminated the sky. Bonnie led you to your vardo and you entered without speaking, looking between you both at your soaked clothing.

Bonnie sat on your bed with a plop and you retrieved a flannel, dipping it in a bucket of cool water before bringing it to him. As you ran it over his face, cleaning his lip and chin he grasped your wrist. “M sorry, dove. I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

You shook your head. “You didn’t. It’s alright,” you said softly, as reassuring as you could muster. You continued to clean his wound gently as Bonnie fixed his eyes on the wall.

“He’s arrogant,” Bonnie said, beads of water dripping down his tightly clenched jawline.

“Camp is unfamiliar to him. He’s trying to act brave,” you countered. You discarded the cloth and removed your boots and wet cardigan, crawling into bed behind your husband and wrapping your arms around his waist. Leaning your cheek against his back, you felt his warmth radiate through you as you listened to the steady rhythm of his heart, albeit a bit quickened under the stress. You closed your eyes and breathed deeply, hoping it would calm him. After a few breaths, he steadied under your touch.

“He’ll be gone soon and then life will be as it was,” he promised, placing his large hand over yours and giving you a gentle squeeze.

You nodded against him, knowing he didn’t like the intrusion anymore than you did.

Hesitating a moment, you began slowly, “He doesn’t know where he comes from, Bon. He doesn’t realize he’s just like us.”

“Even if he did, he’d just reject it. Thinks he’s so much better,” Bonnie said with a shake of his head.

You rubbed a hand down Bonnie’s arm soothingly as you said, “He’s Polly’s son. No matter what he does, you swore to protect him, remember?”

“Not when he treats you the way he did today,” Bonnie said, voice strained with emotion.

You moved to straddle him and took his face between your palms. “Bonnie,” you said softly, making him look you in the eyes, “I know he made you angry, but he’s a lost soul. And if it were our child. I’d want someone to look after him. That’s why I’ve been trying so hard to help him find his way.”

You guided Bonnie’s hand to your stomach and bit your lip, gulping as a harsh clap of thunder boomed overhead.

“It’s storming, y/n,” he observed, eyes watching you anxiously.

“I know,” you replied hesitantly. “But I’m not scared anymore. Can’t be frightened when I have this little one to protect,” you explained.

The lightning outside your window illuminated the vardo and you saw a flash of recognition in Bonnie’s brown eyes. You watched tears gather as he stroked your abdomen slowly with his thumb, a look of awe and disbelief washing over him as he stared at your belly.

Bonnie leaned forward, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, unable to break from you in his urgency until you finally pulled away for much needed breath.

You sat back admiring his flushed cheeks, stroking your fingertips along his cheek as you asked, “You’re happy then?”

“Course I am, little dove,” he said, a tear falling down his cheek in unreserved emotion. “Can’t believe how strong you’ve become. You’re going to be a wonderful mother, you know,” he said staring deeply into your eyes.

“I hope so,” you whispered as you pressed your forehead to his. “We’ll weather the storm together, won’t we?” you asked, brushing your nose against his.

“Of course, we will, my darlin’,” Bonnie replied, lifting you up and placing you on the bed with ease. You smiled as he came to rest beside you, your Bonnie there to watch over you as the wind and rain pelted the side of the caravan. However, you had no need to fear it any longer.

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The next morning as Bonnie kissed you goodbye at the doorway, you worried for your growing family. Your husband had confided that today they were going to plan strategy against the Changrettas who had sent several men to the area. You also selfishly worried for yourself. With Bonnie gone, it was up to you to look after Michael.

As though he sensed your inner thoughts, Bonnie turned to you before he reached the last step and extended his hand to you. “No matter what happens, it’s you and me, dove,” he reminded you. “We’re going to leave this place and soon enough we’ll have our own little one to worry about instead of a grown man, eh?” he said with a smirk. You had to chuckle at his remark. You felt exactly the same, ready to move beyond the dark shadow the Shelbys had cast over your lives.

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I WON'T MIND

PAIRING: 40's!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader, Reader x OMC (Past)

SUMMARY: Your old pal Bucky only has a few hours before he goes off to war. Somehow, he winds up spending them with you.

A/N: This was originally a request for a fic inspired by I Won't Mind by Raveena. I can't seem to track down the original request, so I hope the anon who sent it in sees it!

WARNINGS: widowed!Reader, smoking of cigarettes, implied sexual content (but nothing explicit), happy ending with tragic implications

WC: 6.5k

MASTERLIST

May 14, 1943 | 8:30 PM

The fading sunlight is just out of reach down the alley, the shadows of the building surrounding you encasing you in nearly total darkness. The streetlights are coming on.

Your apartment beckons to you, just upstairs, full of hand-me-down furniture and faded pictures and that damn gold star banner in your window that wrings out your gut like a wet dish towel. (You can’t help but glare at all the blue star banners you pass around the neighborhood, all the husbands and brothers and sons still alive somewhere across the Atlantic. You often wonder how many of them will turn gold; how many of these men will never return home).

You sigh and settle yourself against the alley wall, pulling a pack of Chesterfields from your purse. You stuff one between your lips, and just as you’re about to bring the lighter to it, a shadow passes over the mouth of the alley. Two figures - one in trousers and one in a skirt - enter.

“It’s a real shame Steve didn’t come with us,” says the skirt. “Bonnie was looking forward to dancing with him.”

The cloying tone grates your nerves, and you know instantly that it belongs to Connie Bryant, nice and pretty and fresh out of high school, who lives with her folks two floors up from you.

Trousers leans back against the alley wall, parallel to you. “Well, his loss was my gain. It’s not every day a guy gets two beautiful girls to take him dancing.”

Recognition sparks at the corners of your mind - his voice is familiar; deep and soft despite the flirtatious tone.

Connie giggles behind one of her delicate hands. There’s silence for a moment - someone’s waiting.

“I should probably get back,” she says.

The man nods. When his silhouette shifts you see his hat is sharp and structured. A soldier, then.

“Thanks for coming out with me tonight, Con.”

She smiles, genteel. “You stay safe out there, Bucky.”

Bucky. Your mind swirls with memories: pulp magazines, a cleft chin, a boy calling out taunts behind him as you race to keep up. An empty seat at your husband’s funeral.

Well I’ll be damned, you think. Bucky Barnes.

You almost miss it as Connie draws nearer to him, going up on her toes a little to press her lips to his cheek like a fairytale princess, and then she slips out of the alley. (The end).

Bucky leans his head back against the brick of your building. He takes a moment to look at the sky, now a dusky purple. Then his head turns down and to the side into the darkness that’s hiding you. His gaze is casual, but then, he squints, body tensing. Yours does too, only just realizing that your cigarette from earlier is still hanging between your lips.You’re frozen for a solid minute as Bucky squints directly at you. His posture relaxes, head tilting back again. Tension seeps from your body, thinking you’re in the clear but then-

“Eavesdropping’s pretty rude y’know,” he calls out.

You tense again, cheeks heating immediately.

“It’s a public alleyway,” you defend, but you pull the cig from your lips and step forward so that he can see you better.

Bucky’s eyes go wide. “Y/n?!”

“Howdy, Buck.”

He lets out a huff of laughter, bright and buoyant, just like it’d been when you were kids. His arms go out wide, and before you know it you’re enveloped in a bear hug, cheek pressed up against his chest. You can’t help a small smile, even as your body stays stiff.

“C’mere, let me see you,” he says, catching your hand and pulling until you’re both standing at the lip of the alley, under the streetlight.

You can see him better in this light, make out the details of what is, in fact, a dress uniform, and the distinguished cleft in his freshly shaved chin. He studies you too, taking in the rumpled dress you wore to work and what you’re sure is a fallen hairstyle. You squirm a little under the scrutiny.

“Last I heard you were in Wisconsin,” you say, diverting his attention from your appearance.

“Just got back,” he nods. And then, quieter, “I ship out tomorrow.”

A pang strikes through your chest. You and Bucky had grown up together, had been friends as far back as your memory stretches.

“Well,” you conceal the falter in your smile with a glance at the ground, “I’m glad I caught you before you left. It’s been too long, Barnes.”

A familiar smirk stretches his lips. “Oh, so you’ve missed me sweetheart?”

It’s a game you used to play as teenagers. Bucky as the cocky, pining cassanova and you as the cold-hearted, disinterested object of desire. You were the Spencer Tracy and Claudette Colbert of Brooklyn Heights. You fall back into your role with alarming ease.

“No,” you pitch your voice like Snow White’s. “But I’m a concerned citizen. I go too long without seeing the village idiot, I worry something might’ve happened to him.”

Bucky chuckles, shaking his head. “How little you’ve changed, Mrs. Kelly.”

Oh, how you wish that were true. Your gaze falls to your beat up shoes.

“Hey, you wanna get out of here?” he says.

You quirk a brow at him.

“C’mon, there’s no diner in this city that ain’t open right now. My treat.”

“I’m not much company these days,” you say.

It’s an honest warning. (You’re more ghost than guest to your friends these days).

“Oh, I won’t mind,” he shrugs. There’s mischief in his eyes. “‘Sides, I bet I can be enough fun for the both of us.”

He’s wearing an easy smile, like you really could say no and he’d be disappointed but wouldn’t hold it against you.

You purse your lips and squint your eyes, pretending to think about it.

“Alright, Barnes,” you tell him. “But you’d better make it worth my while.”

His lips press themselves into a smug little victory smile.

“Yes ma’am,” he says, bringing his fingers to his temple in a mock salute.

“Shut up,” you grumble, following him out of the alley.

8:55 PM

It takes about twenty five minutes to actually find an open diner, which you rib Bucky over the entire way there. He doesn’t even have the decency to be apologetic about it, instead mocking your poor princess feet. (You and Bucky are Brooklyn born, tough as nails. You’ve never been gentle with each other).

When you do finally find a place, you’re quickly seated at a booth next to a window, a waitress poised with her notepad at the ready.

“What’ll it be?” the waitress asks.

She’s older, with a stern set to her thin lips and an eye on Bucky.

“I’ll have your finest slice of apple pie,” Bucky tells her, handing her his menu alongside his most charming smile.

The waitress is unimpressed.

“For you?”

“An egg cream, please.”

She nods and folds her notebook up. She gives Bucky a parting glare, and he gives her an equal and opposite grin. Her ire is so genuine and his innocence so false that you can’t help it - you snort.

The waitress turns her glare on you and you immediately fake a cough. Bucky grins again, adding in a bat of his eyelash for good measure. And that just sets you off into another laugh, which turns into more coughing, and by the time the waitress walks away with a huff both you and Bucky are laughing and coughing intermittently, attracting the eyes of other late night diner patrons.

When you finally calm down, he’s looking right at you.

Bucky’s eyes are both gray and blue, like looking at a cloudless sky through cigarette smoke, and there’s a real intensity about them when he’s not joking around. You’ve seen him look like that before; at Steve when he’d suffered another bully’s beating, at his sisters when they were acting out, or at some assholes that tried to feel you up on a street corner. It’s different when it’s turned on you. Your mouth is suddenly dry.

“You can stop giving me those eyes, Barnes, I’m already here with you.”

Bucky’s brow furrows. He squints for less than a second before his smile turns easy and playful.

“I’m only looking atcha, doll.”

You roll your eyes at the ridiculous nickname - you know for a fact that he only calls you that because it pisses you off - and change the subject.

“So, how do you even know Connie Bryant?”

Your tone comes out more derisive than you intend. Bucky doesn’t comment on it.

“She’s uh… she’s a friend of Ruth’s.”

Your eyes go wide. “Jeez, is Ruth eighteen already?”

Bucky nods. “Feels like just yesterday we were walking her to her first day of school.”

Your memory supplies you with images of the youngest Barnes, her chubby little hand enveloped in the firm grip of fifteen year-old Bucky. Bucky had told you, Steve, Kitty and Becca to go on ahead, he’d take Ruth on his own, but Ruth had pouted until you all agreed to walk with her. Sometime in the journey you’d taken up Ruth’s other hand, and you and Bucky had swung her between you at street corners while you waited for the cars to go by.

“That was…” you trail off, bouncing numbers around in your head, “eleven years ago.”

Bucky puffs his cheeks and exhales.“They grow up so fast.”

He’d said the same thing walking Ruth to school that day, with a wistful smile that felt too real to be a joke. (Bucky was always doing that; being young and old all at once).

“How is your family doing? I haven’t seen them in years.”

“Oh, they’re all alright. Becca’s working in a war factory, wearing one of those jumpsuits everyday. Kitty’s got it in her head that she’s gonna go volunteer for the Red Cross, but between me an’ Ma I don’t think that’ll actually happen. And Ruth-” Bucky groans, put upon and exhausted “-Ruth’s got a boyfriend, this ‘Joe’ character. I think they’re fixin’ to get hitched soon. As though she doesn’t have her whole life to hunker down with some idiot-”

“Careful, Barnes,” you interject.

Bucky scoffs, his slight

“Oh, come off it, Kelly wasn’t nearly as much of an idiot as this Joe kid is. This is all your fault anyways.”

Your eyebrows shoot up. “My fault?”

“Ruth’s always using you as her argument, saying, ‘Y/n got married straight out of high school!’”

The words tumble from your lips before you can stop them. “Yeah, and look how well it turned out for me.”

You look down before you have a chance to see what shade of pity Bucky’s expression has fallen into. You don’t need to see it on Bucky’s face.

You grimace. “See? Told you I’m no fun anymore.”

Frank’s memory settles over the diner booth like a storm cloud. Bucky fidgets with his hands. Frank lingers like that, a dark aura around you to people more than someone you loved and lost. Sometimes, you’re not sure which of you is doing the haunting: Frank, who’s actually dead, or you, who ghosts through and ruins everyone else’s fun.

Bucky clears his throat.

You look up to see him leaning in, Spencer Tracy charm oozing from a conspiratorial smile as if you hadn’t just killed the mood like a cat bringing a dead rat in from the yard.

“D’you remember that day we all went to Coney Island together?”

“You mean, the day you made Steve so sick on The Cyclone that he hurled all over the boardwalk?”

His brows shoot up. “That’s what you choose to remember?”

“Am I supposed to remember something else from that day?”

Bucky gasps in mock offense. “I won you a teddy bear at the shooting game!”

You furrow your brows, combing through your memories. “You sure about that Barnes?” you ask when you come up blank.

“Of course I’m sure! I-” his smile falters. “Steve.”

Your mind uncovers an image of Steve, even paler than his normal sickly Irish hue, hunched over on the boardwalk with Bucky rubbing his back.

“Holy cow, that’s right! Steve threw up all over it!”

You laugh, memories rushing back to you. Across the table, Bucky chuckles too.

“I was so mad at him over that!”

“‘You owe me a teddy bear Steven Rogers!’” Bucky intones in a high pitched voice.

You smack his arm where it rests on the table. “Stop, I was not that bad!”

“‘I had already named it and everything’!” he imitates again.

You groan, burying your face in your hands.

“Oh, jeez. I was so proud of that bear.”

You peel your hands back from your face to see Bucky’s eyebrow quirked.

“What was so important about the bear?”

You huff. “Maggie Anderson had been bragging about guys giving her gifts, and all the other girls had talked about something a boy had gotten them, and I had nothing. I knew it would’ve shut her up if I told her that Bucky Barnes had won a prize, just for me.”

“Really?” There’s a stupid little smile on his face. “I was Bucky Barnes to the other girls?”

You glare at him. “Oh, shut up.”

The blankness of Bucky’s expression makes you sit up in your seat.

“They were always talking about you, asking me if you were going with anyone and did I know if you were interested in them? It was so embarrassing.”

“Embarrassing?”

“Yes, embarrassing. Always getting asked questions about your love life and never getting asked any about my own, because they knew that I didn’t have one.”

You sigh, chin falling on to your hand.

(You don’t tell him that it was equally embarrassing having such a massive crush on him, and always getting side-stepped for some other girl. Always being asked about him because he wasn’t your boyfriend, and the other girls could tell that he never would be.)

“Before Frank asked me on a date I thought I was gonna die an old maid.”

Bucky rolls his eyes. “You’re being dramatic.”

“I’m not!” You shrug. “It’s not like I’m much to look at now but I definitely wasn’t back then.”

Bucky frowns at you. “Stop doing that.”

“What?”

“Talkin’ like you’re somethin’ less than a pretty girl that I have the honor of buyin’ an egg cream for.”

He’s teasing - lips stretched into a smirk and a brow quirked your way. You hate yourself for the part of your stupid little heart that flutters anyway.

You roll your eyes. “I’m no Connie Bryant.”

You expect him to give you a once over, throw in a joke - “No, she’s got better legs!” or “Really? And here I was thinking I was on a date with her this whole time!” - but instead, he gives you a hard look.

“No. You’re not.”

Bucky looks like he’s got more to say but the waitress is back, sliding a slice of pie in front of Bucky and an egg cream in front of you.

“Is that all for you folks?” she asks, voice devoid of both inflection and joy.

Any trace of concern departs Bucky’s face in an instant. He exaggeratedly shakes his head.

“Thank you very much ma’am,” he tells her with a beatific smile.

She offers a parting glare before going back behind the counter.

When his eyes find you again, your eyebrows are raised.

“What?” he asks, wide eyed and not at all innocent.

You suppress a smile with a sip of your egg cream, willing your ghost to leave you alone for a little longer.

9:43 PM

Conversation flows easily after that. Bucky asks all sorts of questions: how your folks are doing, what your job is like, if you still work with what’s-her-name that Bucky went out with a few times. Bucky regales you with about a decade’s worth of Steve Rogers getting beat up stories that Steve himself was smart enough not to tell you about, making sympathetic noises every time you say you’re gonna wring Steve’s neck.

(Bucky had spent his whole life following Steve into boiling water, and you had always been about three steps behind him ready to tear them both a new one. For years, Frank had been right on your heels, smoothing the situation over with a fond grimace and a “she just worries about the two of you”).

Before the pair of you know it, Bucky’s pie has been reduced to a sheen of apple filling on his plate, your egg cream nothing but sticky chocolate syrup at the bottom of your glass.

“I have to powder my nose,” you say, throwing your napkin on the table.

“You go ahead. I’ll settle up at the counter so I can walk you home.”

You pretend to swoon as you exit the diner booth and head for the restrooms on the other side of the place.

When you emerge from the bathroom all of ten minutes later, you find Bucky standing by the front entrance, talking to a woman. She’s facing away from you, so you can only see Bucky’s face, stretched into the most plastic polite smile you’ve ever seen him muster. The closer you get to them, the easier it is to hear your conversation, and by the time you’ve sidled up next to Bucky, you’ve identified the stranger.

“Maggie, you remember Y/n,” Bucky says.

Maggie Anderson’s eyes go wide when they land on you.

“Oh, Y/n! I didn’t even see you there!” Her voice is too loud. “How are you, dear?”

“I’m doing just fine, thanks Maggie.”

You do genuinely want to ask how she is but you’re prevented by Maggie cutting you off.

“Oh dear it must just be just so difficult for you.”

“I remember on the first day of eleventh grade, I forgot to bring a pencil. Imagine! I’d picked the perfect dress, and I had all my notebooks and I didn’t have a single pencil. I was so upset.”

She pauses, cueing you and Bucky to nod sympathetically.

“So I’m sitting there in Mrs. Wasilewski’s class - you remember her, the arithmetic teacher with the old country accent? - anyways, I was sitting there, near tears, and then there’s a tap on my shoulder. And I look up and there’s Frank Kelly, holding out a pencil.”

And G-d bless Maggie Scaglione, she truly believes it when she says, “He was just so good.”

In the absence of anything better to say you respond: “Yeah, Frank was like that.”

Bucky lets out a cough that sounds suspiciously like it’s intended to cover a snort.

“Well, we should really get going, Maggie. Got an early morning tomorrow.”

“Oh, oh, of course! It was nice running into you, Bucky.”

Maggie leans forward, taking one of your hands in both of hers. She finds your eyes, making direct and piercing contact. “Anything you need, Y/n. Me and the girls from church have you covered.”

You nod, expression as solemn as you can muster. “Thank you, Maggie.”

She smiles big and practically skips in the other direction.

You look to Bucky and find him looking at you, identical expressions on both your faces.

“Bless her heart,” he says. You sock him on the arm because it’d be rude to laugh as hard as you want to.

The two of you walk down the block away from the light of the diner (and out of earshot of Maggie). It’s gotten colder with the setting of the sun. Bucky’s hands are shoved in his pockets, in a way that sort of denigrates the respectability of his pristine uniform. It reminds you of him as a teenager, Steve on one side of him and Frank on the other, huddling close as you all walked home in the winter back when none of you could afford a new coat.

“Is it always like that when people run into you?” Bucky asks, breaking you out of your memories.

“Sort of. That or you can tell they’re making a point of not bringing him up.”

“Jeez. I didn’t realize it was that bad.”

You shrug. There’s a pang in your chest, but you keep whatever feeling that might indicate at bay.

“And what was that story? Christ, she made it out like Frank should be declared a martyr on the grounds of lending her a pencil.”

Your lip twitches. “She means well.”

Something knowing catches in Bucky’s eye. It’s what Frank would’ve said.

“Still, Frank deserves better.”

He’s right. Frank Kelly deserves to be the subject of novels he’d never have read and poetry he never would’ve understood. (The kind he’d have asked you to explain to him, with that lazy smile on his face he always gave you when he was asking for something he knew you wanted to give.)

“What story would you tell about Frank, then?”

Bucky frowns, thinking face etching lines on his forehead that aren’t otherwise visible.

The bustle of the evening carries on around you, cabbies honking at each other and shopkeepers sweeping their stoops and locking their doors. Bucky’s eyes dart over to you a couple of times. You’re not sure what he’s looking for, but he seems to find it, because he licks his lips and says, “I’d tell the one about our pact.”

Your brows furrow. You raise your brows at him.

Bucky ducks his head. “C’mon, there’s no way Frankie never told you about this.”

“Hard to say he did when I clearly don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Bucky chuckles. There’s a decidedly nervous lilt to it.

“Y’know, the pact we made that if one of us got you to go steady with us, the other would bow out?”

You stop dead in the middle of the sidewalk. “What?”

Bucky stops next to you. You’re struck with the intensity of his hazy blue stare, wide and wondering where it’s locked onto you.

Bucky groans. “Seriously, Y/n. You don’t mean to tell me that Kelly never told you-”

He cuts himself off. Clearly, Frank never told you any of this.

Bucky’s cheeks tint a shade darker. That intense stare of his is now firmly trained on his shoes.

“You remember the summer after ninth grade, when that heat wave hit and Frank and Steve started coming over every night because I was the only one with roof access and the only bearable way to sleep was outside?”

You nod. You and the Barnes sisters had somehow managed to fit all four of your adolescent bodies on the Barnes’s fire escape that summer.

“Well, we got to talking about girls, which we couldn’t do normally because you were around. And Frank and I realized we were both after the same girl.”

He takes a break from looking at his shoes to peek up at you.

“Me?”

“Yeah, you.”

“What,” you say again.

Bucky smiles like you’re an idiot before launching back into his story. “So, anyways, we decide that our friendship is too important to lose over a girl, and that you were too important to any of us to lose over some stupid fight. So we made a pact.”

At this point he gently touches your arm, pulling you from your stupor. He motions an arm out in front of him. You manage to get your feet walking again, making your way down the smaller blocks near your building.

“We swore that we’d play fair with it. Neither of us could make the other one look bad, or tell you that the other had a crush on you. Whoever managed to steal your heart got to keep it, no contest.”

Bucky shakes his head. “He even gave me most of the summer as a head start. But once you and Frank went out once, that was it. I never stood a chance.”

Your mind reels.

“You definitely stood a chance,” you manage to say.

You remember Frank, fifteen, freckled and already a head taller than you, asking you out in late August. How he was nearly shaking with nerves. How he looked at you and said, “I know you’re hung up on Barnes. I’d appreciate it if you’d give me a chance anyways.” And how you were so angry that he was right that you agreed to the date just to prove him wrong.

Bucky’s head snaps up. “What?”

You squirm under his gaze. “Bucky, I was head over heels for you. Frank knew it, Steve knew it, Becca knew it. I think you were the only person in Brooklyn Heights who didn’t.”

“No, no you didn’t. I flirted with you all the time and you never once showed any interest.”

Your jaw drops. “You did not flirt with me!”

Bucky’s nostrils flare. “I did too flirt with you!”

You shake your head. “You never treated me like a girl!”

Your building is suddenly right in front of you. Instead of halting the conversation, you swing into the alley you’d met in earlier. Bucky follows hot on your heels.

Bucky’s eyes bulge from their sockets with such a force that his head bobs. “What the hell does that mean?”

“You made it out like it was one big joke to flirt with me!”

“Because you could see that what I did with the other girls was all bullshit!” Bucky scrubs a hand over, voice going softer. Fonder. “You’re too smart to be wooed.”

Your heart is in your throat when you say, “Doesn’t mean I didn’t want someone to try.”

You kick a rock, the small sound of pebble against pavement echoing in the space between you and Bucky.

“Guess it doesn’t matter, really,” he sighs. “You and Frank got married and here we are.”

You laugh, trying to shake the tension from your shoulders.

“Yeah, you’d never have married me.”

Bucky has the audacity to sound pissed when he asks, “What do you mean?”

“Oh, come off it Barnes. You’re not the settle down type, and you certainly weren’t when we were back in school.”

“I’d marry you right now.”

You could punch him for how serious he looks about it. Your heart skips a treacherous beat, even as your mind screams too soon, too soon, too soon.

“That’s not funny, Bucky.”

“I’m not being funny.”

The laugh you let out is startled, bitter even to your own ears. “Oh yeah? You propose to Connie Bryant earlier, too?”

“What is it with you and Connie Bryant?!” Bucky asks, exasperated. “What, are ya jealous or somethin’?”

You stop still. You feel like you’re going to vibrate out of your skin, like you’re gonna smack Bucky Barnes so hard the cleft comes out of his chin.

“Do you know how many guys in the neighborhood have taken Connie Bryant out on their last night in town?”

Bucky sighs, exasperated. “What does that have to do with-”

“Eighteen. Or, nineteen,” you fling a hand out to gesture towards him. “And why wouldn’t they? She’s perfectly lovely. She’s pretty and she’s sweet and she’s fun and she’s always got a friend who can tag along if your buddy needs a dance partner. And they write to her, y’know? It feels like at least once a week I see Connie Bryant in the mailroom downstairs oohing and ahhing over whatever fresh letter she’s been sent from whatever poor asshole promised he’d write to her. And do you know how many of those assholes are dead?”

Bucky, sensing where this is headed, doesn’t say a word.

You smile, all cruelty. “None of ‘em. Not a single one. And it wouldn’t really matter if any of ‘em did die, because they don’t really mean anything to her. It’s not like any of them are her husband. So Connie Bryant gets asked out all the time, and I sit in my empty apartment and watch her leave, because nobody wants me around.”

“Y/n-”

“No, you don’t understand. People don’t know what to do with me.”

(It’s not the whole truth. They’d known how to talk to you when your husband died.

“I’m so sorry about Frank,” they’d said, and baked their casseroles and raised money for the war effort and helped you hang a gold star flag in your window so that the whole neighborhood could see what you no longer had. But these days all they do is ask how you’re getting along, with the same pitying and anxious expression one might direct towards a neighborhood stray. A look real similar to the one Bucky’s giving you right now).

“I’m their worst fucking nightmare, y’know? Everyone knows someone in the war. So I’m a reminder of what could happen to them, that any day their soldier could die. So nobody calls me up, nobody asks me to come out. I’m Frank Kelly’s ghost and nobody wants me around.”

Tears burn at your eyes and your throat wants to close in on itself.

“Even you, Bucky! Shit, we’ve known each other our whole lives and you didn’t write me one letter when you were at basic. You didn’t tell me you were coming home! You coulda taken me out tonight, with Steve - who I’m sure would’ve had a better time if there’d been someone there who was actually interested in talking to him - but you didn’t. You took Connie Bryant. Because she’s the kind of girl people actually want to have around. The kind of girl you tell when you ship off to war. The kind you write letters to from the front.”

You sigh, drained completely of any energy you had for this argument. The first boy you ever loved looks at you like you’ve just appeared out of nowhere.

“I think I could fill Frank’s entire empty casket with all those g-ddamn letters,” you whisper, eyes stinging. “So yeah, Bucky. I’m sure as shit jealous of Connie Bryant.”

Silence hangs over you, makes your shoulders pull into your ears. Your face is flushed, the effort of holding back tears as embarrassing as all of what you’ve just said. You don’t realize that you’re shivering until you feel the warmth of fabric around your shoulders. Bucky, sans jacket, props an arm up against the alley wall and leans, facing you.

“I’m sorry,” he says. He’s doing that thing with his eyes again, where the whole world’s focused right on you. “I shouldn’t have fallen off after Frank.”

You take a shuddering breath. Let it out through your teeth.

“Why did you?”

You make no effort to accept his apology. (He’s already long been forgiven).

Bucky turns away from you, pressing his back against the alley wall. He lets out a lot of air. Minutes pass.

“I’m afraid of the war.” He says it like he’s talking about the weather, but his fists are balled up in his pockets and his jaw is tight. “I’m not s’posed to be, but I am.”

You nod, pulling his jacket tighter around you.

“I-” he starts, licks his lips, then starts again quieter, “It wasn’t ‘cause of Kelly. Everytime I saw you looking so…”

He doesn’t need to describe what you looked like those first few months. You remember it.

“It was like watching exactly what it’d be like for my sisters or my ma if something happened to me. I got spooked.”

He takes a breath that’s just steady enough to not be gasping. “I’m sorry.”

You nod. Your eyes burn.

(You can remember a version of Bucky, twelve and knobby-kneed, sitting next to you in the hospital during one of Steve’s worst fevers.

“Are you gonna cry, Bucky Barnes?” you’d asked, when your own breath quaked at the sight of your vibrant friend, paler than a ghost halfway to heaven.

“I don’t cry,” he’d spat at you, even as he swiped his red eyes with the sleeve of his sweater.

“Well, neither do I,” you’d told him, never one to be outdone.)

(Look at you now, both liars.)

“For the record,” you tell him, keeping your gaze steady on his face so he really hears it. “I’d be just as torn up as your family if something happened to you.”

Bucky nods. He swipes at his eyes with his fancy uniform sleeve.

“Noted.”

You give him the privacy to sort himself out. He does so for you too. You’re both facing your apartment building. The sun has long since buried itself in the Hudson, only the streetlamps and lit up windows available to lend you sight.

Bucky turns his face skyward and mutters something, too quiet for you to hear. And then he looks at you and says “I’m sorry,” with the kind of rueful smile on his face that means he wishes he were sorry, but he isn’t at all.

Before you can ask him what the hell that’s supposed to mean he’s closing the little space between you in the alley and crushing his lips against yours.

You have a minute of paralyzed inaction, Bucky’s arms coming up to clutch your body against his.

You’re still stock still when Bucky pulls away.

“Y/n?”

His cheeks are flushed and his brow is heavy with concern and it’s there, in the arms of the first boy you’ve ever loved, that you make your choice.

You spare a thought for your dead husband, only six months in the ground. And then you grab Bucky by the shirt collar and kiss him back.

Kissing Bucky is nothing like you’d imagined when you were a kid. He’s not princely or cool or gentle. Bucky kisses you with all of himself, mashing his lips into yours and plastering his whole body against you, like he’s scared that if he doesn’t fuse your skin together you might disappear entirely. Bucky Barnes kisses like a tough kid from Brooklyn who never let himself cry.

You don’t know how much time passes with you two like that, holding each other tight enough to bruise and kissing until your lungs scream out for air.

You don’t know where you got the idea (or the courage) but before you know it you’re asking, “Do you wanna come upstairs?”

Bucky’s sinful smile falters. “Y/n, you don’t hafta-”

“It’s got nothin’ to do with ‘hafta’,” you say, even as your mind screams that it does, it does, it does.

“Alright,” he pulls his bottom lip between white flag teeth. “If you insist.”

The two of you ascend the staircase in silence until you reach your fourth floor apartment. You turn the key in the lock and push the door open, glancing behind you to catch Bucky wiping his hands against his thighs. You turn around fully and lift your brows (another confirmation, just to be extra sure). Bucky moves his hands to your waist and leans his head down. Your lips lock again at the same time you get a grip on his tie and pull.

Bucky Barnes stumbles, tie-first, through your front door.

His hands leave your waist only for the second it takes to push the door closed behind him, and then they’re on you, stroking your hips and cupping your jaw. His fingers are gentle and light, even as they force goosebumps to surface on every inch of your skin. As much as it turns you on, it sort of makes your eyes burn.

(You and Bucky are Brooklyn born, tough as nails. You’ve never been gentle with each other before).

You stumble backwards blindly until you’re in your bedroom, the back of your legs hitting the base of your bed. Bucky pulls away long enough for you both to strip, leaving him in his undershirt and underwear and you in your bra, girdle, and panties. You can see the outline of all the muscle basic must’ve given him through his undershirt, rippling with every heaving breath he takes. His eyes rake down your figure, still intense, but more in the way hunger makes you look at food.

“You sure you still…?”

“Y/n,” he groans. His eyes find yours, conveying an emotion somewhere between exasperated and fond and brutally honest. “I’ve wanted this since 1933.”

Oh lord. You flush hot.

“Then get to it, Barnes.”

Bucky brings his hand up against his forehead in a mock salute.

“Yes ma’am,” he smiles, beatific.

His lips are on yours again before you can tell him to shut up.

May 15, 1943 | 12:00 AM

Your bedroom is dark, save for the burning end of a cigarette wedged between Bucky’s lips.

It just barely illuminates the features of his face, catching on the sweat that lingers on his brow (confirmation of what you’d just done together). You reach over and pluck the cigarette right from Bucky’s lips. He grumbles, but allows you to take it without putting up much of a fight.

“Hey Buck?” you say, taking a drag. He turns to you. “Thank you for telling me that story about Frank.”

He smiles, lazy. “Hey, I’ll tell you all the stories I have about ‘im if it gets me in your bed again.”

Bucky lifts to covers to peek down at your naked form. You smack him on the arm. He grins.

Silence settles over you again. You take another drag of Bucky's cigarette.

“Kelly loved you, y’know? Even when he should’ve been sayin’ all the gross things guys say about girls, Kelly would tell us about how he was gonna build you a house on the beach in California and give you ten of his Irish Catholic babies.”

You snort. It was a fantasy he’d shared with you many times over the years.

“He’d have gotten one hell of a sunburn,” you joke. Your voice is overly fond.

“That’s for sure.”

You raise the cigarette to your lips for another drag. Bucky steals it from you right before it meets your lips. You grumble, but allow him to take it without much of a fight.

“Would you ever want you to get married again?” he asks you.

“I think so. I think it’s what Frank would want for me.”

Bucky’s lips stretch into a pleased smile. “I’ll marry you for him, then.”

You laugh, loud and startled, the way Bucky’s made you laugh since you were small. “Not this again.”

“Oh c’mon, imagine it! We’ll move out to California, and I’ll build you a big house on the beach.”

You do imagine it: standing on a beach in California with your bare feet sinking into the sand. You hear your name called out and there’s Bucky behind you, sunkissed cheeks pushed out from that same familiar cheeky grin on his face. It seems warm and happy and so far removed from the grime of New York, from anything you and Bucky actually are. Your chest physically aches with the longing to give that to him.

He grins at you, waggles his eyebrows. “So what d’ya say, doll? You wanna be Mrs. James Barnes?”

“Go to sleep, Bucky.”

“Jeez, let a guy dream, will ya?”

“Go to sleep, Bucky,” you say, softer this time.

He huffs, but puts out his cigarette on the ashtray next to the bed, plunging the room into total darkness. You feel Bucky shift down next to you in bed, throwing an arm over your naked torso. He pulls you into him and presses a kiss to your hair.

“Goodnight, Mrs. Barnes,” he whispers.

Right before sleep takes you, your eyes catch on the gold star banner in your window and for the first time since you hung the thing, it makes you smile.

To Mrs. Frank Kelly, you think. And the future Mrs. Bucky Barnes, G-d help her.

You fall asleep in the arms of the first boy you ever loved and dream of the sea.

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky x you #bucky x female reader #bucky fic #bucky fanfic #40s!bucky #bucky angst #Bucky Barnes angst #bucky fluff #Bucky Barnes fluff

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angelofthenight · 4 months

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Playlist for Kenchanted

( A list of songs that relate to my fic! Pls excuse how many Tay Tay songs there are, too many of them unironically suited this fic to a T. Songs in pink are the ones that fit the most perfectly )

Enchanted TV - Taylor Swift

The Only Exception - Paramore

I Wanna Be Yours - Arctic Monkeys

The Other Side of the Door TV - Taylor Swift

Until I Found You duet - Stephen Sanchez & Em Beihold

I Don’t Dance - High School Musical 2

Seven - Taylor Swift

Love Grows - Edison Lighthouse

A Guy That I’d Kinda Be Into - Be More Chill

Everything Has Changed TV - Taylor Swift

The One That Got Away - Katy Perry

I Want to Know What Love Is - Foreigner

August - Taylor Swift

Right There in Front of Me - Equestria Girls

Out Of Touch - Hall & Oates

Cruel Summer - Taylor Swift

I Won’t Say I’m in Love - Hercules

I Hear a Symphony - Cody Fry

Death By A Thousand Cuts - Taylor Swift

Uptown Girl - Billy Joel

Fallin’ For Ya - Teen Beach Movie

Gorgeous - Taylor Swift

Line Without a Hook - Ricky Montgomery

Down in New Orleans Finale - Princess and the Frog

Style TV - Taylor Swift

Without Love - Hairspray

Head Over Heels - Tears For Fears

Wildest Dreams TV - Taylor Swift

Evermore - Beauty and the Beast

Can’t Stop Singing - Teen Beach Movie

Paper Rings - Taylor Swift

Rewrite the Stars - The Greatest Showman

Holding Out for a Hero - Bonnie Tyler

Lover - Taylor Swift

Part of Your World Reprise - The Little Mermaid

Gotta Be Me - Teen Beach 2

‘Tis the Damn Season - Taylor Swift

Can’t Fight This Feeling - REO Speedwagon

You’re the Inspiration - Chicago

Love Story TV - Taylor Swift

Oh, Pretty Woman - Roy Orbison

Cinnamon Girl - Lana Del Rey

Begin Again TV - Taylor Swift

True Love - P!nk

Something There - Beauty and the Beast

This Love TV - Taylor Swift

A Thousand Years - Christina Perri

Another Believer - Rufus Wainwright

All Of The Girls You Loved Before - Taylor Swift

Tears to Shed - Corpse Bride

Never Really Mine - The Lumineers

You Are In Love TV - Taylor Swift

Weekend - Earth & Fire

Hits Different - Taylor Swift

I’m Just Ken - Barbie

Margaret - Lana Del Rey

I Can See You TV - Taylor Swift

Do I Wanna Know - Arctic Monkeys

Ivy - Taylor Swift

Man or Muppet - The Muppet Movie

Sparks Fly TV - Taylor Swift

Don’t You (Forget About Me) - Simple Minds

Stay stay stay TV - Taylor Swift

Accidentally In Love - Counting Crows

Cardigan - Taylor Swift

Island In The Sun - Weezer

How You Get The Girl TV - Taylor Swift

Summer Nights - Grease

Gold Rush - Taylor Swift

Crushing Me - Rise of the Pink Ladies

Daylight - Taylor Swift

#Ken #ken x reader #reader insert #barbie #barbie 2023 #barbie movie #the barbie movie #ryan gosling #ryan gosling x reader #fluff #greta gerwig #greta gerwig barbie #enchanted #enchanted movie #disney enchanted #kenergy #i’m just ken #ken carson #Ken Carson x reader

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as requested by @seadem-on, my Blonco playlist commentary 😊

Full disclosure: I am but a simple creature, give me woman/women KILLING IT with voice and guitar and I am ON THE FLOOR and that plays a part in my playlist creation no matter what I do also this is LONG

1. Rebel On The Run by Dakota Ray Parker- I was mostly thinking of Tuco with this one, but Blondie's also a bit of a rebel in his own way. He's clearly in the bounty hunting business for that sweet sweet $$$ and not for any upstanding moral reasons

2. I'm Good For Nothing by Jimmy Dawkins- Once again more about Tuco than Blondie, but everything I've ever seen about bounty hunters has just a pinch of self depreciation so I think Blondie probably has some too, he's just buried it DEEP down

3. Strangers by Town Mountain- The beginning of their partnership, the first bits of devotion that neither of them will admit.

4. Going Down by Freddie King- Blondie getting deeper and deeper in his partnership with this criminal he has a crush on and keeping up the facade of being an upstanding citizen who happens to be a bounty hunter.

5. Ain't That Peculiar by Fanny (cover)- strengthening of their partnership and whatever elaborate kink thing they have going on with the whole hangman con

6. Bad Spell by Larkin Poe- I'll be honest this one just fits the vibes of their relationship/situationship to me and I can't exactly explain why

7. Be Forewarned by Macabre- The title says it all, the two of them warning each other in their own ways do not fuck with me. The effectiveness of their warnings is pretty moot but, there it is lol

8. Walk In The Sun by The Angry- ah, the song I came across listening to random alt(ish) oldies that made me want to make this playlist. Tuco's walk and Blondie's walk, while very different in vibes, do both have spite (on Tuco's part) baked into each one. And lots of sun, too.

9. Gold Gun Girls by Metric- yet another one where it's more about the vibes, but the lyrics speak of chasing something empty in gold and guns and girls and I think that's both of these two in their own ways

10. Searchin' For a Rainbow by The Marshall Tucker Band- I mean. They ARE looking for a pile of cash that sounds too good to be true!

11. Hope in Hell by Black Pistol Fire- the spiteful vibes fit both of them really well, but especially Tuco!

12. Somebody to Love by Jefferson Airplane- Okay back on track with movie plot, the two of them in the Mission and the whump happening there <3 Tuco was fucking with him but I do think a part of him did genuinely feel a little guilty. If nothing else than because being around his brother makes him default just a little less selfish.

13. Miss You by The Rolling Stones- Seperated in the Union POW camp and by Angel Eyes :( They miss each other! I swear it's not just because of the song name, something about the guitar style and harmonica that speaks to me as Blondie.

14. Stuck In The Middle With You by Stealers Wheel- The bridge. Need I say more? 👀

15. Funnel Of Love by Wanda Jackson- Ok so after the movie they say fuck it and accept they don't want to separate in my fan fic. And the way she describes it makes it sound out of control like I'm sure they both feel about it

16. I Don't Need Nobody by Human Expression- Come on we all know these two are toxicly devoted to each other <3

17. I Need You So Bad by Magic Sam- Same as 16

18. Runaway by Bonnie Raitt- So I've been considering retconning/explaining in a different way in my own fic that maybe Blondie DOES run away again after the gold and Tuco has to track him down. But also that bit where Tuco's tracking him with his cigars 🖤

19. You're No Good by Linda Ronstadt- They both know the other is no good for them in their own way, but they can't help themselves. For whatever reason they're drawn together time and time again

20. Starting Over by Christ Stapleton- So this is intended for right before my series begins, when they finally accept they want to stay together and kind of like each other, maybe they've kissed and had sex by now maybe not. Either way something fundamentally changes after reuniting with the money.

21. When It Comes To Love by Crystal Shawanda- They've had their ups and downs but in the end they're there for each other. Also I love Chrystal Shawanda's music so much I saw her live like 7 years ago and- (I'm biased but this IS on here because I genuinely think it fits them, the lyrics about being left wanting, desire, etc.)

22. Place In The Country by Fanny (cover)- The name of the song the lyrics about wanting to escape a war the longing for a place in the country? *chef's kiss* fits Blonco in my fic perfectly! Also the raw quality of Fanny in live performances fits Blonco So Well to me.

23. Before The Devil Knows We're Dead by Turnpike Troubadors- The wild devil may care way these two idiots blew up a bridge for money? This song gets that.

24. I Only Want To Be With You by Dusty Springfield 25. Baby What You Want Me To Do by Chuck Berry and 26. Nothing Compares To You by The Helltones- Some nice songs that fit the mood of this playlist to me no deep meaning, sorry.

27. Life Is a Carnival by The Band- Them adopting Large One, surviving the gunfight with Ang and Flora, finding the kids, etc. They've had a wild ride, and they're not done with hijinks yet! (I don't know if they'll ever be done with hijinks)

28. Hide Away by Stevie Ray Vaughan- Another one that just fit right in, this song is on the playlist almost entirely because it's what I was listening to while researching for their house and it stuck in my mind, especially with the thematic title.

29. Hell of a View by Eric Church- The two of them being sentimental about each other <3

30. Before I met You By Sierra Ferrell (cover)- Yet another love song I just think is nice and kinda fits the vibe of the playlist :) also the themes of wanting to ramble and be free? Both of them to a T!

31. Years by Sierra Ferrell (cover & I added it JUST as I'm typing this)- This one fits Blonco the way I wrote them SO WELL 😭 I can see old Blonco drinking their morning coffee enjoying grandbabies (maybe even great grandbabies?) and feeling some of the lyrics, especially the one about raising a family🖤. Once again Sierra Ferrell's version a) because of the raw quality and b) oh my god her voice 😳 The John Anderson version is also Very Good though, especially live.

32. Sober II by Lorde- Perhaps the most out of place song on this list, and the oddest to explain because... okay backstory lore; it's May(ish) 2023, I've just had my brain rewired forever by TGBU in SEVERAL different ways, it's on my mind and I'm half asleep in the back of my parents' car on the way home from a long trip, it's warm and sunny and my music is on shuffle and I'm overtired. So I'm thinking about how crazy the entire thing with Blondie and Tuco is and this song came on and whoa, it's them, "How we kissed and killed each other"? "All the gunfights and the limelights and the holy sick divine nights"? IT THEM!! It's forever associated with them for me now. I wanted to return closer to the original dynamic to finish out my playlist and I think the "we loved each other but holy shit we had our problems" in this song is so good for that!

#kat gets personal #me #kat writing #blonco

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amazingmaeve · 2 years

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BONNIE GOLD FIC RECOMMENDATIONS!

follow each and everyone of these authors because they take time out of their days to write these AMAZING pieces of work.

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next time ➵ @fromforeigntofamiliarity

summary ➵ At the latest gold encampment Bonnie finds Reader bathing in a near by lake.

cursed land ➵ @zablife

summary ➵ Set during Season 4 Bonnie and his pregnant wife have come to Birmingham with the rest of the Gold family to help Thomas Shelby fight the Italians. His wife has visions cautioning him about staying in Birmingham for too long, but what happens when Bonnie ignores these warnings and gets caught up in the lifestyle promised by the Shelbys? Lots of angst and heartache, but followed up by visions of hope.

angel ➵ @peakyblindersxx

summary ➵ after a fight, you're the only thing on bonnie's mind.

forever and a day ➵ @sinfulshelbys

summary ➵ I finally found a acc that writes good shelby reader fics can you write a shelby sis with bonnie gold

teenagers in love ➵ @sinfulshelbys

summary ➵ Forever and a day part two where the Shelby’s find out about them 💖

i want a baby ➵ @bonniesgoldengirl

summary ➵ A slip of your tongue in the middle of sex has you and Bonnie making a life changing decision

desperate times ➵ @bonniesgoldengirl

summary ➵ After a long day of training, Bonnie comes home exhausted to find you needy for him. Too tired to do much, Bonnie proposes that you ride his thigh to deal with your arousal

heart of gold ➵ @murswrites

summary ➵ You two fought hard for your first date and Bonnie made sure to go all out for you.

young lovers ➵ @lilahisntsadanymore

summary ➵ A special sparkle blinked in Y/n's eyes the first time she met Bonnie Gold. Tommy noticed what's going on, so he helped the love blossom between these two young people.

stay ➵ @zablife

summary ➵ It’s the night before your wedding to Bonnie, but you can’t sleep because of a raging thunderstorm. Despite tradition, he visits you to calm your nerves.

good luck token ➵ @christinasyellowflowers

summary ➵ You offer Bonnie a small token before the match begins

best christmas gift ever ➵ @peakyblinders1919

summary ➵ The frigid air coming in from the east in conjunction with the stillness brought on by white snow clouds in the sky suggested winter. The smell of firewood, pine, cinnamon-flavored mull whiskey further suggested it was nearly Christmas. It is all strengthened by the songs traveling through the hills from the makeshift band, bored gypsies trying to keep fingers warm and pass time.

raggle taggle ➵ @murderousginger

summary ➵ Bonnie first saw her at the market one morning, fresh faced and beautiful as she looked at fruit to pick and bring home. He knew nothing about her but as sure as he knew every curve of the ring, he wanted to know each curve of her body. Some things just fit and Bonnie knew when he saw her that morning that he would do anything to fit against her like the glove on his hand. Some things were meant to be.

ring girl ii ➵ @blinder-secrets

summary ➵ been wanting to write bonnie since i first saw his lil pasty face!! this ones dedicated to @peachyblinders who summed up my feels with: ‘I just want a cute FLUFFY AF BONNIE IMAGINE he’s tough asf in the ring but then ur his girl so he would protec u to the day he DIES’ xx

maid for you ➵ @bonniesgoldengirl

summary ➵ As the youngest maid in Mr. Shelby's house, you can't help but get bored of your job and your fellow employees at times. So when Mr. Shelby throws a party after being in Small Heath for so long, you can't help but mingle with some of the younger guests instead of doing your job

say worse ➵ @zodiyack

summary ➵ omg could u do some soft bonnie gold first time smut???

traditional ➵ @randomoutsiders

summary ➵ “Maybe something about Bonnie dating/marrying a girl that's not a gypsy? Him showing her their traditions.”

opposite attracts ➵ @bonniesgoldengirl

summary ➵ Bonnie has always been a cheerful person, smiling and joking without a care in the world. So most people would think he'd be attracted to someone just like him. In this case, however, opposites attract

a champions reward ➵ @bonniesgoldengirl

summary ➵ After watching Bonnie win a fight, Reader decides to give him a reward in the shape of something they've never done before

the shy bride ➵ @ijustwant2write

summary ➵ Can you do a Bonnie gold fic where the reader is a Shelby and he has to marry her for a business deal and they end up getting to know each other even tho the reader is all shy and innocent and doesn't really like anyone that isn't family and the golds love her

through the looking glass ➵ @moral-turpitudes

summary ➵ Y/N joins a skeptical Bonnie and his pals on an eerie trek into the woods in search of an alleged haunted house. Little do they know just what awaits them.

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burden ➵ himoji

summary ➵ bonnie wants to tell y/n everything before he goes away and regrets keeping the truth to himself.

petrichor ➵ kyloswarstars

summary ➵ Bonnie and you. You and Bonnie. It’s perfect. And then it’s all gone. Grieving is a strange, complicated thing to do and you don’t have a single clue on how to survive without him.

kiss it better ➵ Aimless_inagines_for_fun

summary ➵ Bonnie’s never wanted you to see him in the ring, worried how you’d react

#bonnie gold x reader #bonnie gold #bonnie gold smut #bonnie gold recommendations #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders smut #peaky blinders one shot #peaky blinders recommendations #peaky blinders

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Sweet Boy-Finn Shelby x Reader x Bonnie Gold (Part 7/?)

(GIF CREDIT TO @thesoldiersminute)

MASTERLIST

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6

Tags: @stressedandbandobessed7771 @bethany-taylo @lovelynerdytraveler @savvy7392 @kingarthurscat @smallheathgangsters @soleil-dor @alyse45 @bloodorangemoonlight @amirahiddleston @captivatedbycillianmurphy @jenepleurepasbaby @haphazardhufflepuff @ravenoussss @ophelias-flower-bed @peakascum @mzcrazy2 @gothicwidowsworld @psychadelichues

Summary: The incident at the shop has left everyone shaken, but Tommy realises he needs to find (Y/N) a safe place to hide.

Characters: Bonnie Gold x Reader, Finn Shelby x Reader, Thomas Shelby x Reader (platonic), Polly Gray x Reader (platonic), Aberama Gold x Reader (platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Swearing, arguing, angst, mentions of killing/dead animals, fluff, slight smut

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(Y/N) P.O.V

Someone was gently shaking me awake, though I still took in a sharp breath in shock, scared it was those boys coming back for me. My heart skipped a beat before seeing Finn.

"Oh my god, Finn." I breathed out, a hand placed over my chest."You scared me."

"I'm sorry." he whispered. He was crouched down beside the bed.

"What are you doing here?" I glanced to the window, the curtains were still shut and only the tiniest bit of light was shining on them."It's so early."

"Yeah, it's four o'clock actually."

"Why did you wake me?"

"I've got to take you somewhere. Tommy has found some place safe for you."

"What? Where?"

"I have no idea. Come on, we need to quickly pack a bag."

I groaned the entire time, it was mostly Finn doing the packing until I intervened; he was about to go into my underwear drawer. He had only brought a small case, it would just last me the week, if that. After I changed (with Finn out of the room), I groggily made my way downstairs, seeing Polly and Tommy at the door.

"Good morning." Tommy casually greeted me.

"Where are we going Tommy?" I mumbled, still not fully awake.

"It's not too far away. The car is waiting outside."

He left with that, Finn following him. I turned to Polly.

"Guessing you know where I'm going?"

She gave me a small smile."You'll be fine love."

I didn't have the energy to even try asking any questions on the drive. My eyelids were very heavy, I had slept terribly after the attack on the shop. My head would nod forwards every now and then, in the end I leaned my head on Finn's shoulder; he was sat in the back with me, and I really couldn't give any fucks at that point, I needed to sleep.

Finn was the one to wake me again. The car had stopped moving, we were no longer in a place with buildings, factories or even a road. We were on an off road dirt track, surrounded by trees. Why were we here? Had we broken down?

"Tom, why are we here?" Finn leaned forward to whisper to his brother, though I heard him.

Tommy didn't reply, causing Finn to huff. He glanced back at me and shrugged. Without a word, Tommy got out of the car, assuming we would follow. As Finn let me use his hand to climb out, it occurred to me that it had just been the three of us on that journey, no extra protection, no other Shelby's. I shuddered from the cold as I stepped out of the vehicle, wrapping my arms around myself and looking to see where we were. It was only when two figures on horseback approached us did it all make sense.

Finn P.O.V

"Tom, you can't be serious?" I hissed.

That damn bastard. He knew this would piss me off yet he still asked me to come. Polly could have easily got (Y/N) awake and probably pack a better overnight bag than me. I glared as Bonnie dismounted his horse, this couldn't be happening right now.

"Remember Thomas Shelby, you owe me." Aberama said as they walked towards us.

"Tommy, she's just as safe with m...us as she is here. Why take here away from her comforts?" I tried to point out.

"You and I both know that's far from the truth. No one knows her affiliation with Bonnie, they only know about the relationship you two once had. So no one will think to come out here to look for her."

"But how will we know she's really safe?"

"You doubting us boy?" Aberama interrupted.

"You don't have access to a telephone."

"Don't need one." Bonnie said."We've got a good route planned."

"I just don't know how I feel with-"

"Finn," Tommy warned,"it's been done."

"I mean," (Y/N) piped up, having patiently listened to us bicker,"it would have been nice to know where I was going and who I was with. Not that I don't trust you two, I definitely do, I just haven't packed properly for...for this lifestyle."

"See?" I smugly said.

"I'm not disagreeing with Tommy though."

"What?"

"It's probably the best idea. I'll hate being away from home, but I'd rather sleep well at night knowing I'm somewhere no one can get to me."

"She'll be fine, Finn. We need to get moving though." Aberama was clearly trying to move this along.

Bonnie stepped forward, holding out a hand for her case. I hesitantly handed it over, watching as he held out his other hand for (Y/N). Surprisingly she didn't take it, glancing back to me and looking as if she were about to say something. Instead she stayed silent, walking past Bonnie's confused face to his horse. I had to turn away as I watched his hands snake around her waist to lift her onto the animal; the only reason she knew how to ride a horse was because of me. My jealousy was too strong, I had to see her go, regretting it when Bonnie sat behind her, having to hold her as they rode away. This was bullshit.

Bonnie's P.O.V

I could feel how tense (Y/N) was as we rode towards our campsite. It wasn't like she was uncomfortable, more angry about something. My instincts told me that I was the reason, though I didn't want to believe it. I had hoped (Y/N) would be more excited about travelling with me. I had so much to show her, things that would take her mind off of what happened to her, off of a certain person. I wanted to blame it on her tiredness, could I blame her? After a traumatic experience the night before, the girl was bound to be exhausted. But I knew that wasn't to blame.

We rode in silence, and I desperately wanted to break that. Dad was riding further ahead, he wouldn't pick up on our conversation, especially if we were quiet.

"Are you OK?" I breathed out, almost whispering.

She shuddered as my breath fanned over the back of her neck."I'm fine thank you."

Yep, short answers, I knew it.

"So you really had no idea about today?"

"No."

"(Y/N) please talk to me."

"I am."

"This isn't talking. Why are you being so blunt with me?"

"It's still very early Bonnie. I've been awake less than an hour and I also had no sleep last night."

"I understand. I'm sorry if I'm bothering you."

She sighed."You're not Bonnie. I'm sorry for snapping. I just feel like a doll being tossed around by a group of young girls who refuse to share properly."

I hesitated, I should have left the conversation there.“I’m sorry, I’m sorry for this whole mess. Maybe if I had just listened to Finn and stayed away, none of this would have happened.”

One of (Y/N)’s hands rested on top of mine, rubbing it comfortingly.“We can’t change the past Bonnie. Who knew after a few drinks together this would have happened?”

“But Finn and I could have handled it all so differently. We’ve been acting like boys, not men.”

“I can’t deny that. It has been a confusing time.”

“Confusing? You mean, you don’t know if you are really over Finn?”

I didn’t like the way she paused.“It’s not that Bon, it’s just...have you ever been in love?”

I’m glad she couldn’t see me smiling down at her.“Yeah, I think so.”

“Well, Finn and I once loved each other. And even after everything he has done to me, how cruel he was, how spiteful he has been, there’s a part of me longing for the familiarity, how easy it would be with him because we already know everything about each other. Dating means I have to get to know someone all over again without the confirmation that they’ll like me. It’s just so much effort.”

I was tempted to say ‘There’s someone who already knows you’, of course referring to me, and that would be obvious. But the way she was speaking about him, it was as if something had happened between them in the last few hours since I saw her. It saddened me, not only because I really liked her, but because Finn had managed to trick her into believing he had changed. He hadn’t, I knew he hadn’t.

I had been nervous to take (Y/N) to our makeshift campsite. Dad and I had strayed away from the family, not wanting them caught up in this. I also knew my sisters would tease us both, and now really wasn’t a time for that. It felt horrible to think, but I didn’t want her to judge my way of life. She said so herself she hadn’t packed for this ‘lifestyle’. There were two wagons, one for (Y/N), and one for me and my dad, we would be taking turns patrolling.

Dad said nothing as he got off his horse, he was pissed about this arrangement, but had a good deal with Tommy for it. I carefully got off my own horse, reaching up for (Y/N), who held onto my shoulders as she slid off. I kept a firm grip on her waist, not really wanting to let go. I could see she was still exhausted, the sun was slowly making it’s way into the sky, but she would still be asleep at this time, as would most of Small Heath.

“You have your own wagon.” I showed her to it, taking her hand to help her up the stairs as she cautiously walked in. I followed.“I know it’s small and no fancy hotel.”

“It’s lovely.” she said as she looked around.

I chuckled.“It’s alright, you don’t have to lie.”

“I’m not. It’s...different to anywhere I’ve stayed before, doesn’t mean it isn’t nice.”

She was too sweet.

“I think I’ll sleep now if that’s alright. I’m still shattered from everything that happened last night and this morning.”

“Of course. Let me know if you need anything.”

Turning around to leave, I instantly stopped when she called my name, gently grabbing my elbow. I faced her, taking in her beauty one more time.

"Thank you, Bonnie, for everything you and your dad are doing for me. I know some people are annoyed by what's happening. But you've always looked after me."

She reached up on her tiptoes, placing a sweet kiss to my cheek. I was surprised when I felt myself blushing, bashfully smiling at her before leaving. I could still feel her lips, I just wished she had missed and kissed me somewhere else.

(Y/N)'s P.O.V

I slept for a majority of the day, still feeling groggy and out of it, but I had to get up for a few hours before evening fell again. It must have been after midday, though I wasn't completely sure as the sun was hidden by a sky full of clouds. Slowly opening the door, I saw Bonnie sat in a small wooden chair, seemingly enjoying the view of the landscape. I had to admit, it was a lovely change to the smog and streets.

"Sleeping beauty has risen." he cheekily smiled.

"Yes, and her majesty wonders why she does not see a full English breakfast before her."

"My apologies my lady, but it will just be bread for breakfast."

I took the small piece of bread he tore off for me, standing beside him. It would have to do, and I wasn't that hungry anyway; the thoughts of the night before were enough to put me off eating. We were silent as we watched over the fields, seeing the trees and long grass sway in the wind. It was so peaceful.

"Where's your dad?" I asked.

"He's hunting for tonight's dinner. Hopefully find a few rabbits or hedgehogs."

I hid my disgust; rabbit I could deal with, hedgehog would be new.

"How you feeling?"

"Alright. Still overtired."

"You can relax now. Treat this as a camping holiday."

"I'll try. You got another chair."

Bonnie had a hand on his lap, glancing down at his legs and back up at me. I could see he was trying to hold back a smile, but it easily broke. He was gesturing to sit on his lap, and although my first instinct was to do it, I still hesitated. I saw regret flash in his eyes, though I didn't see his next reaction as I had sat on him.

His hands were on my waist stabilising me, he didn't know where else he could touch me. I boldly took his arms, wrapping them around me, leaning back into his chest. He had tensed up, relaxing when I did against him. Bonnie rested his chin on my shoulder, I could hear him breathing he was so close to me.

"Is this OK?" he whispered.

"I'm the one who sat down."

"I'm the one who suggested it."

"(Y/N)...what do you...how..."

Bonnie sighed in frustration, he couldn't seem to form a sentence. His arms tightened around me, his head burying deeper into my neck. He was frustrated, it was almost like he needed to be comforted.

"What's wrong, Bonnie?"

"Nothing, I don't want to ruin this moment."

"You won't."

Gently moving his his arms, I swiveled round to face him, resting my hands on his shoulders.

"I have so much to say. But I don't know how to say it."

"About what?"

"About us."

I knew what he was referring to.

"It's just, earlier, when you spoke about Finn...I dunno, it seemed like you still had feelings for him."

"I...don't. I don't think I do."

He broke our eye contact. I had upset him. And that hurt me. Wasn't this telling me something?

"Did he kiss you?"

"What?"

"Has he stolen a kiss when you've been alone?"

"No. Well, he tried but-"

"But you didn't kiss him?"

"No. I actually pushed him away. If that was my instinct then what does that tell you?"

"I won't lie, that does make me happy."

We were being bold with our words. But this was also what we should have done before. All of us should have voiced our feelings and worked something out. In that moment we were just silently looking into each others eyes, the rustling of the trees, singing of birds and nature's silence surrounded us like a song. One of my hands moved to the back of his neck, stroking down the end of his hair with my thumb, the hand left on his shoulder tightening as my nerves built. Bonnie brought me closer to him, an arm around my waist and the other high on my thigh. I wasn't sure what we were doing, or what I was even doing.

"Good to see you're keeping an eye on the camp, Bonnie." Aberama's voice called out, making me jump off of his son. He had three dead rabbits tied up, swinging limply from his hand, a gun slung over his shoulder."For that, you can take your patrol now."

Bonnie huffed, glancing at me before walking away. I was mortified, how did that look to Aberama? Unsure of what to do with myself, I awkwardly stood there, Aberama watching me as he set down his things.

"Do you know how to start a fire girl?"

I didn't like how he patronised me."No."

"I thought not."

He knelt down where there had been a fire that morning (I assumed from the dark patch of grass with twigs laid on top of one another). Aberama easily caught a flame, there was a small fire in seconds.

"I can chop up vegetables if you have any." I offered, feeling stupid standing there.

He nodded, pointing to a bag besides the other wagon. I brought it over to the fire, finding a makeshift chopping board, a knife and some veg inside. As I started trying to prove myself to Aberama, he also cut up the rabbits, the sound of him breaking the bones and ripping off the skin made my skin crawl.

"Can I ask you a question?" Aberama strained as he tried to cut into the meat of the animal.

I avoided looking his way."Yes."

"Why didn't you leave Small Heath after you lef the Shelby boy?"

"I couldn't, I had no where to go. I'll admit I was stupid at the beginning of our relationship. I left behind my family and friends who were all there ready to support me when he eventually left me. And they were right, he did. And he hurt me. But Tommy said he wanted me to stay, he liked me as a worker. I needed the money."

"I admit, I wasn't expecting to hear that. You are a smart girl."

"I hope you don't hate me Aberama. I know you don't like Bonnie caught up in all this, that was never my intention."

He sighed."I don't hate you. But you understand why I am worried for him."

I nodded."I don't want him in any danger either. Although I know it's a little late for that."

"He's in the Peaky Blinders and he's a boxer. I know he won't ever be completely safe again."

The conversation apparently ended there. I didn't mind, I found it hard to talk to him. We cooked dinner in silence, calling over Bonnie when it was done. Small talk made dinner pass by slightly quicker, though I was relieved to flee to my wagon once we cleaned up Bonnie was still on watch, a long punishment for him as Aberama said.

I tried to sleep, I should have hit the pillow and instantly be out, but I was restless. That moment between me and Bonnie kept replaying in my head. Was I too forward? But that's what he wanted. And if anything escalated, I didn't think he would use me, it seemed sweeter than that. I sighed, rolling onto my side as I hugged the sheet to myself, trying to think of something to soothe me to sleep.

My head whipped towards the door as it clicked open, heart almost thumping out of my chest before I made out Bonnie in the dark.

"Bonnie?" I still whispered.

"It's me, I'm sorry, I should have knocked."

I sat up in bed, forgetting to cover myself up or any decency, not when he was looking at me like that. He walked in, kneeling down beside the bed.

"I had to see you. After earlier, I...I haven't been able to stop thinking about you."

I couldn't speak, my stupid brain wouldn't work.

"I know you have feelings for me. You wouldn't have done that if you didn't, you wouldn't have held my hand the way you did on the horse, you...please say something."

"I feel the same as you Bonnie. I...I need...I want you to kiss me now."

He wasted no time, pushing his lips onto mine as soon as I finished my sentence, one hand flying to the back of my head. However, he was still gentle, it wasn't lustful, this wasn't a quick fuck. Bonnie was taking his time with me, yes there was desperation but that was because of how long we waited for this. I wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing him closer to me, forcing him to climb on the bed and straddle me. I was getting excited, I was feeling flustered and hot, but also nervous. It felt like my first time again.

Bonnie slowly kissed down my neck, noticing how shaky my breathing was.

"I can stop, we don't have to." he assured me.

"I want to Bonnie, I really want to, with you. Sorry, I'm just nervous."

He hovered over me, brushing back my hair as he placed a tender kiss to my forehead."I'll look after you. You don't have to be nervous." he pecked my lips."Let me look after you."

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CHAPTER 17.5: BONUS CHAPTER

Warnings: a bit of tension and overthinking (If that counts. 😅)

This fic might have dark themes which may irritate or offend some readers. But if you’ve seen Peaky Blinders and are familiar with Thomas Shelby, you’ll be okay. The story, plot, character histories and back stories might not be relevant to the original “Peaky Blinders” . Warnings will change per chapter. This is my first fic. Hope you all like it. English is not my first language.

A/N: This is an important chunk for the story which I feel should have been a part of the last chapter so well, here it is. 😬😉 Hope things would make more sense after this. 💙💙💙

Do not hesitate to comment, reblog and engage. 😁 It works as fuel for my writing. 😉💙💙

Word count: 3482

Thomas Shelby

Esmeralda was still unconscious and had been shifted to her room. Listening to Polly talk in the waiting room about how Esmeralda had pulled the stunt that had saved his and his family’s ass had truly stunned him. The girl had pulled all the strings to save them. It was crazy and idiotic, “Just like all your ideas are. How does it feel Thomas? To be on the other side?” Polly had laughed. He had underestimated her, a lot. “Yeah yeah! Laugh all you want Pol.” He looked away. The truth was he was shook to the core. When he’d seen Esmeralda coming towards him with the gun in one hand and a ring from Luca on the other, he was simply shocked. Never in his wildest dreams had he thought she would be there to pull the trigger. He knew in his heart that he deserved it and that this was it for him. He was going to die. But then he hadn’t.

Going to the cottage and watching her hands shake when she had the best opportunity to have her revenge against the woman who had utterly destroyed her existence, his guilt for having to do the tiniest bit in her ruining had doubled. She deserved every happiness in the world. But what about Charlie? And him? Was pushing away the girl the right decision? Or was he simply being cruel to her because of the guilt he felt because of the wager? Charlie had made sure he knew how much the girl meant to him. Was he depriving his son a mother because he did not have the balls to accept the love Esmeralda so vulnerably offered? All of these questions were making his head hurt. Then ‘her’ scent filled his nostrils.

He'd found himself holding Grace by her shoulders, “Fuck’em Grace, I need you to be okay, I need you Grace, I need you…” He’d said as Grace had melted and so had her anger regarding an acquaintance and his closeness towards her. She'd smiled, “Danm you Thomas Shelby…” And she’d kissed him on his lips. But then she'd gasped and shoved Thomas away. The building had started to shake. Bricks had started coming out of the ceiling. Startled, he had tried to grab her again but she'd walked away. An expression of hurt and anguish on her face as she'd clasped her chest where her white dress had started to seep blood. “You’re a liar Thomas! You’re lying to me!” she screamed. Her voice had echoed despite the rumbling of the shaking Arrow house. “Listen to me Grace, let me explain…” Her dress had now almost gotten completely drenched in blood as it dripped on the floor. “You’ve betrayed me!” she had ran towards him and grabbed his collars, “How dare you! How dare you give her my place?” She had been crying. And then Charlie’s sobs had echoed in the huge hall. “She’s taken him away from me too!” she'd looked up and down, left and right like a crazy woman. “No matter how much I try, I can’t find Charles I can’t find him!” she'd grabbed his face, her nails digging in his skin, “Fix this Tommy! Fix this!” and he'd woken up.

It looked like he had fallen asleep on the couch in Esmeralda’s room. His form was drenched in sweat and his heart felt like it would explode. ‘Fuck!’ he breathed in and out slowly to get normal again after getting a glass of water from the side table. He closed his eyes to think of ways he could “Fix it.”

It took him a moment but then he had decided to go away. To take his words back. As soon as the girl would get up he would tell her how he had lied to her last night simply to stop her from killing her grandmother. Yes! That was believable! That would work! It would break her and it would pain him as well. Once again he was close to having almost everything back. But it was for the best. Yes, he had to break her heart to let her choose wisely. Choosing him meant choosing the danger and death threats too. She would become a target for all his enemies old and new. That was his package and he wasn’t ready to doom the rest of the girl’s life like that.

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He sat on the sofa, watching Esmeralda lie there on the bed. He had just returned to the suite, the best the hospital could offer, from calling home and asking Frances to pack his bags. He was to leave for London the very next day. Not on a business trip but just to clear up his mind a bit. And give Esmeralda the time she deserved to get back up after the heartbreak he was about to throw her way. In truth, he would never actually admit it, even to himself, but he was going to have to recover as well. When this girl had gotten under his skin, he couldn’t tell. He would ask Polly to take care of her, buy them both a house somewhere. He would make sure she stayed financially stable for the rest of her life. And if she wished to marry… okay that thought would take a little getting used to.

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Polly had come to sit with him. “What are you thinking Thomas?” Polly said eyes twinkling. He slumped back in the chair and lit a cigarette. He could feel the letter in his pocket. When he did not reply, “You love her…” she stated. He took a deep breath before saying, “Love who?” “Don’t act in front of me! I know you and I know her.” She nodded towards Esmeralda. “Why are you fighting it?” “She deserves better…” “She deserves love!”

“It doesn’t matter now. I’m leaving in the morning.” Polly’s mouth hung open, “Going? Going where?” her tone vary. “To London.” Polly just stopped talking and lit a cigarette of her own. She knew very well what Thomas was doing. And she also knew how he would keep on doing it until he gets the result of his liking. She was too tired now, too done with everything. So she had decided to let the topic go for now. “In the morning Polly, I want you to give this letter to her and try… staying close to her.” He took out the letter from his pocket and handed it over to her. “She might do something, might react in a way that could be… unpredictable…” Polly looked at the letter then back at him, “What do you mean by that Thomas?” she got on her knees in front of him to look at his eyes directly, “What have you done!?” she gritted. “I’ve said something to her which I’ll have to take back.” “You did no such thing!” she said in disbelief, “It’s for her own good…” he said, rubbing his eyes. His tone was indifferent and ignorant. As if this wasn’t effecting him at all and got up to get out of the room. She walked after him and caught his arm before he could. “Remember this Thomas, if you leave tomorrow, I swear to God you will never be able to see that girl ever again. I’ll make sure of it!” she took a deep breath, “You told her you love her?” “It doesn’t matter now…” “Stop FUCKING testing my limits and answer my danm question! Did you say you love her? To her face?” “Yes” Thomas looked into her eyes, absolutely unashamed. “And did she say it back? Did she say she loved you?” Thomas sighed, “She said it first then I answered. But that’s not the point…” Polly rubbed her temple exasperatedly. ‘How can this idiot be related to me?’ she thought.

“It doesn’t feel right Pol! Grace… she was … everything! How can I just let someone take her place like that?” he spoke honestly meeting her eyes. “Oh but she already has a place in your heart Thomas. And this has nothing to do with Grace’s place in your life or heart. I know you well enough to understand why you are doing this. You are punishing yourself for her death.” He shook his head, “I don’t…” “Oh but you do! You think you don’t deserve Esmeralda’s affection because of what happened with Grace and you don’t want her to end up like her as well!” Thomas walked towards the window and stared out, “Great! So the genius Aunt Pol has it all figured out now isn’t it!? Reading me like a god danm book!” His voice a few octaves higher than he intended it to. She walked towards him, “You think you are so mysterious Thomas but unfortunately for you and fortunately for me, I ‘can’ actually read you to some extent! And I ‘can’ see the struggle and pain you are forcing yourself into in order to rid yourself the guilt you have adorned yourself with!”

“She can live with us at the house with Charlie if she wants…”

Polly ignored him, “Why do you think she did this? All of this? Only for Charlie?” Thomas looked away once again. “She loves you Thomas. And if you are scared she cannot handle our lifestyle, I think she has proven herself to be perfect, to be honest.” She placed a gentle hand over his shoulder, “She can handle herself.” A knock on the door made their conversation halt. It was Bonnie and Esme. They had agreed to drop Polly off at the house on their way and bring her with them in the morning, which was due in a couple of hours really. Just before leaving she had held Thomas in a hug before whispering, “Think about it…” and conveyed with her eyes, ‘…before it’s too late…’ She did not want to be a part of the heartbreak, she had made it clear. Thomas had nodded and closed the door behind her.

Polly’s words were ringing in his ears as he had gone and sat near Esmeralda near her feet. She had stirred a few times mumbling things, but the only words he’d caught were Charlie’s name Polly’s and his own.

The whole night he kept on thinking. His aunt had baffled him. Just knowing that the girl he wanted so much wanted him back with the same, if not more, ferocity made him feel… happy. Could he take this selfish step and give this relationship a go? But what if it didn’t work? But then what if it did?

Watching her laid down on the bed and he sitting near her feet had brought down memories of the night when he’d laid his eyes on her for the first time. Aberama’s file did mention his eldest daughter was the most beautiful female in the whole clan but nothing had prepared him for that night. She had looked absolutely stunning. Like royalty from a children’s book. But then the next time he’d met her, it was when Polly had saved her from the execution, blood drenched, on the verge of death. Even then the emotional pull was merely guilt. Guilt of ruining an innocent girl’s life, who’s beauty was enough to make the world fall to her feet. But then when she’d recovered, he was relieved. He was mentally ready to treat her like an adopted member of the family for the rest of his existence when Polly had brought her in for the family meeting. But then she’d slapped him. Knowing what power he held and what Tommy was capable of she had made sure he knew that she neither was intimidated by him nor did she respect him in any manner. But that particular moment had truly made Esmeralda catch Tommy’s attention.

After that Thomas had tried to avoid her as much as possible. Mainly because something fast asleep, which he’d thought was dead before, had yawned after a very long time inside of him. He did not want to let anything grow between them. He wasn’t ready to take that path yet. But then last night, how had those words just rolled out of his tongue so silkily.

He thought about the letter, and the words he’d written inside of it. He’d been as blunt as he could, making sure there was no way of any return. As soon as this piece of paper would go into her hands, he knew there would be no coming back.

It was morning now. The sun was shining through the curtains. Esmeralda moved. She’d woken up and was trying to get up, wincing in pain. He held his breath as he watched her. She watched the window for a few moments and then smiled. She’d never smiled like this before. Not in front of him at least. Was she thinking about their exchanged words from last night? ‘Fucking hell!’ “How are you feeling?” she was startled as she looked at him. He stood up and walked towards her bed.

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He’d decided at the very last moment to stay. To give this relationship a chance. To give himself a chance at… love? Redemption? He didn’t know yet. He had judged after speaking to her in coveted words if she’d stay for Charlie and Polly but she’d said no. In fact, she had decided to leave and work with horses? He knew it was a ridiculous idea but Esmeralda was stubborn enough to make it work. He understood that now, after the stunt she had pulled a day ago. And then when she’d said those words, of not deserving to live and having no purpose to exist, he had taken in her mental state. She wouldn’t be able to get back up. She would collapse in the worst way possible. It was like looking in a mirror. Both of them were broken and shattered but together maybe they could make something beautiful. A future his son deserved. A future both of them deserved too, maybe. A happy one.

He’d smiled and had taken a deep breath after sitting back next to her as if bracing himself, ‘Fuck it!’ he’d thought “I love you…For how long, I don’t know. Maybe the day I saw you for the first time or the day you slapped me maybe…” ‘Get a grip Tommy!’ he’d frowned as she’d scoffed. “I tried to fight it. But the truth is… I need you.” He looked as if it had taken all his effort to open up to her like that. “I am not an easy person to live with, I know that But I want you to be a part of our lives Esmeralda. But I would understand if you say no…” A part of him even wanted her to but she’d said yes!

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Polly Gray

Polly couldn’t sleep the whole danm night tossing and turning, thinking about the letter in her purse. How she’d handle tomorrow, she didn’t know. Thomas was about to make the worst mistake of his life, which meant a lot because there was a long list and this one was definitely on number one. And she’d tried so danm hard to bring him to his senses. To prevent him from destroying something blissful God had landed on his lap. But she knew her pleas and words had fallen on deaf ears and a stubborn mind.

Esmeralda would be devastated. Being a woman, she knew how hard it was for them. But she’d shown so much courage by professing her love to the man she’d fallen for. But her nephew was going to break her once more. God she wanted to kill him!

She’d woken up early in the morning and had decided to rush to the hospital in her own car, not having the patience to wait for Esme and Bonnie, who had told her that they’d pick her up on their way to the hospital. At first she’d thought of leaving the letter at home. She could tell Thomas she couldn’t do it and tell Esmeralda that he’d left to sort out some business and would be back soon. But she knew there was a reason Thomas had given the letter to her. It was better that she rip the bandage off abruptly then delaying it and letting the wound fester. She’d packed a few things for Esmeralda, like a change of clothes, her hairbrush and other necessities, but she was sure she must have forgotten something because of how tense she was while packing them. With Charlie in her arms, she sat in the car huffing, thinking he could help her do the damage control. On her way to the car she’d seen Robert put Thomas’s luggage in his personal car. It had made her grit her teeth with anger. “God! Charlie, pray that your father doesn’t do something so stupid that I have to fucking kill him myself!” she mumbled.

Her heels tapped on the marbled floors as she’s made her way to the room. Taking a deep breath she’d opened it. Esmeralda was sitting up on her bed, resting her back on the stacked pillows behind her, silently crying watching the window. She’d scowled. Tommy was nowhere in sight so which meant he’d left already? ‘Shit! He didn’t wait for me! He probably has told her himself… prick’ She was still silently standing when Charlie saw Esmeralda. He started babbling loudly, excited to see his friend again. Esmeralda had gotten up on the bed immediately, wiping her tears before she raised a single arm towards him, “Come here!” she’d smiled. Polly had to move now there was no avoiding it anymore. She helped the baby onto her lap as she obviously couldn’t hold him with her shoulder injured and all but her heart was beating fast. Her eyes were simply glued on Esmeralda’s face as she cooed to giggling Charlie, making the most absurd noises anyone could make. She cleared her throat, “Are you okay Esmeralda?” Polly’s voice full of concern. “Yeah! I am. Why wouldn’t I be?” she said nonchalantly and went back to playing with Charlie. “But… you were crying…” Esmeralda shook her head, “I was just thinking about Father…” Polly’s eyebrows further knitted together. ‘She is hiding her feelings from me. Trying to stay strong…’ she thought and her heart bled. “Oh, my dear poor girl, come’ere!” and Polly grabbed her in a hug making Esmeralda wince in pain. “Cry your heart out love. Cry it out. Don’t let the pain stay in there! You don’t have to hide it from me!” Esmeralda couldn’t understand what was happening, meanwhile Charlie fussed as his head was squished between the two women. “What?” Charlie was now crying in full volume so Polly moved back and took out the letter from her purse and handed it to her. Esmeralda looked at the envelope and then back at Polly, absolutely clueless but Polly knew, it was either now or never, “He is an asshole! That mother fucking prick…” she had begun, cupping her face in her hands.“Hey what’s going on?” Tommy came in. “I could hear Charlie crying from the end of the hallway!” He picked his son up, “Hello little man! I’ve missed you so much you know that!” he hugged him tight. Charlie calmly put his tiny arms around his daddy’s shoulders, resting his head lovingly on his chest, clearly glad to see Tommy too.

“What is going on Polly? Are you both hiding something from me? What is this?” Esmeralda tried to get up from the bed. That is when Tommy saw the envelope in her hands, ‘Fucking hell!’ Just as she was about to rip it open Thomas snatched it from her hands, “Hey!” she protested. “This wasn’t for you Esmeralda. This was for me. Polly had to give it to me. Right Poll?” He nodded towards her urging to respond by doing the same. “Everything is okay Esmeralda.” He said looking at her and then at Polly, “Everything is fine!” trying to make her understand without saying anything. A knock on the door caught everyone’s attention. It was Oliver, “Sir, Robert has arrived with your luggage. He…” Thomas interrupted him before he could complete his sentence, “Tell him my plans have changed. But tell him to wait, we will all be going back home in a few moments so the car will be needed after all.” Oliver nodded and went away. “Were you going somewhere Thomas?” Esmeralda asked, her suspicion growing by the minute. “Yes, but as I said my plans have changed…” He turned to Polly and smiled with a twinkle in his eye, “I’ve decided to stay…” Polly’s eyebrows raised, she couldn’t believe it, “Really?” “Yes.” Polly visibly sagged with relief, “Well thank the heavens and…” she grabbed the envelope from Thomas’s hands before she tore it into pieces and threw it in a dusybin, “…good riddance!”

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Getaway Car - Rafe Cameron Short Series

In which after shooting the Sheriff, Rafe Cameron steals the gold from Ward Cameron and is on the run, taking his girlfriend Evelyn with him against her will. Throwing her into a world where everyone is their enemy and they can’t trust anyone but each other.

Based on Taylor Swift’s Getaway Car

Alternative ending to my unreleased Cruel Summer fic- I’m sorry I’m just too in love with these two to stop writing about them!

Warnings Overall: female reader x rafe cameron, mature themes, 18+, immediate and eventual smut throughout chapters, swearing, angst, fighting, arguing, violence, soft!Rafe Cameron, vulnerable!Rafe Cameron, Violent! Rafe Cameron, etc.

Warnings For Chapter: immediate smut, soft! Rafe Cameron, swearing, mature themes 18+, female reader.

Master list:

*indicate smut within chapter

Part 1 - midnights*

Part 2 - shots fired

Part 3 - riding in a getaway car

Part 4 - white lies*

Part 5 - bonnie and clyde*

Part 6 - crying in a getaway car

Part 1 - midnights*

The soft crash of the waves rushing against the shoreline pulled Evelyn out of her thoughts. Rafe’s long fingers tugged their way through her tangled blonde locks. It was late and if her mother knew that she had snuck out she wouldn’t be able to see Rafe for weeks. She was tired of the constraints of her mother, and she knew how Rafe felt about his father. She wished it could be just them, no more worries of the social construct of the wealthy. They could just be themselves.

Evelyn sat up from her spot against his chest and looked up at Rafe. His piercing blue eyes met hers, his hand falling from her hair.

“Let’s leave.” She whispered, scared to even speak her forbidden thoughts.

It wasn’t the first time they had discussed leaving with each other, but it wasn’t a subject brought up often. It was enough that her mother didn’t approve of Rafe Cameron, sure his family was wealthy, but he wasn’t, to put it as her mother said, “a respectable young-man fit for her daughter”. Leaving with him would be out of the question, according to her mother he was “just a rebellious phase”. But after their first date Evelyn knew he was always going to be more than some phase.

Rafe sat up, his elbows pushing against the pillows and blankets in the bed of his truck, “Babe it’s date nig-”

“No,” Evelyn cut him off, “let’s leave the Outer Banks.”

Rafe smiled and let out a faint laugh, “And go where?”

Evelyn grabbed his face, swinging her leg over his torso, sitting back on his thighs. His rough hands slid up her bare thighs, to her hips, gripping the soft material of his t-shirt she was wearing holding her steady.

“Wherever you want. Wherever we want.” She whispered. “We can just leave and get away from my overbearing mother and Ward. We wouldn’t ever have to come back, it would be just us.”

A smile stretched across Rafe’s face at the thought. At the thought of her all to himself, all the time. His eyes flickered down to her lips and back up to her eyes. “Just us?” He whispered, bringing his palm to cup her cheek.

Evelyn smiled sweetly leaning into his touch, “Just us.”

Rafe surged forward and capture her lips with his own. Evelyn grabbed his wrist holding him against her, her other hand resting against his shoulder steadying herself. Rafe’s hand gripped her hip tightly, pulling her flush against him. Evelyn whimpered against his lips, her hand slipping around to his neck to pull him toward her. She wanted him closer, to feel every part of him against her.

Rafe’s hand left her cheek and slipped into her hair, tangling his fingers in her blonde locks and tugging her head back. Evelyn moaned as her head tilted up to the night sky. Rafe grazed his lips against her neck, leaving a soft trail of fire in his wake. Her heart pounded against his chest, her hips rocked forward, grazing against the growing bulge under his shorts.

Rafe groaned against her neck, his grip tightening on he hips to keep her still, “Baby”. A warning tone laced the word.

Evelyn rocked her hips again, teasing him. She liked hearing the noises that he made as she teased him, she like how the word baby fell off his lips, and she adored the idea that he only made those noises for her, because of her. Rafe was definitely the more dominant lover in their relationship, but Evelyn liked that he let her take the reigns sometimes. Evelyn ran her fingers through his soft hair, gripping the dirty blonde locks at the base of his neck, pulling his head back. His blue eyes were dark with lust and a every beautiful smirk graced across his swollen lips. She smirked back and rocked again. His lips broke open, a soft moan falling out.

The breathy whisper that slipped past his lips held promise, “Baby, I’m warning you.”

A thrilling shiver ran up Evelyn’s spine, heat shooting straight to her core. Her hands rested on each of his shoulders and she continued to circle her hips against him. She could feel his body heat through the thin cotton shorts that clung to her legs.

With each slow circle of her hips, his now very prominent hard on grazed against her clothed core. Rafe leaned forward for another kiss slipping his hands under the t-shirt she was wearing, caressing the soft tan skin underneath. He grazed his thumb on the underside of her boob, pleased that she wasn’t wearing a bra. He nipped at her bottom lip, tugging at it gently. Rafe gripped the soft fabric of her t-shirt and yanked it over her head, his thumbs sliding up her torso to play with her nipples. Evelyn rocked against him, her back arching as she threw her head back with a soft moan.

Rafe’s muscled arms wrapped around her back, pulling her against his chest, trapping her against him. Her head snapping back, her forehead against his.

“Baby if you don’t stop, I will fuck you right here in the bed of my truck on this beach for anyone to hear, is that what you want?”

Evelyn nodded her head, her heart pounding and something deep in her stomach clenching at his words.

Rafe’s fingers grazed across her back in soothing strokes, those gorgeous blue eyes meeting hers. “Use your words baby.”

His hips rolled up into hers, shooting delicious waves of pleasure through her. Evelyn’s mouth fell open, Rafe ducked down wrapping his lips around her breast, flicking his tongue against her nipple. “Just say the words baby.” He taunted.

“Yes!” Evelyn moaned, “Please Rafe.”

“Please what? Tell me what you want.” He stilled his movements against her.

A whine fell from Evelyn’s mouth at the lack of friction. She moved helplessly against him, chasing the lost feeling.

“Please fuck me, right here, right now, on this beach in the bed of your truck for all to hear.”

Rafe smirked at her answer, “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

Rafe continued his assault, rolling and grinding his hips into her core. Evelyn moaned, dropping her head against his shoulder, her nails digging into his delts.

“I’ve got you baby,” Rafe cooed, “I’ll take care of you.”

Rafe gripped her hips and hauled her off of his lap, laying her down against the blankets and pillows. They were separated for a second while Rafe adjusted their position, but he already missed the weight of her body against his.

Rafe crawled across her, his palms resting beside her head. She looked up at him through hooded eyes and dark eyelashes. He would never tire of her, how could he, when she looked at him like she did. He dipped down and captured her lips with his, resting his hips against hers, her legs immediately wrapping around him and pulling him against her.

A groan slipped past her mouth, her hands fisting his shirt as she bucked against him. Rafe smirked against her mouth, he loved the sounds she made for him, just for him.

Rafe shifted his weight against his left forearm, and gripped her thigh with his right hand. He nudged her legs open with his knee, parting her thighs. He caressed her smooth skin, teasing her by slipping his fingers through the open space of her cotton shorts.

He could feel her pulsing against him, and it was almost enough for him to throw all foreplay out the window, he knew she was soaked enough to take him. He could feel it against his leg.

“Stop teasing.” She snapped, helplessly trying to regain friction.

Rafe let out a small breathy laugh, “Yes ma’am.”

Rafe dipped his head down to her neck, sucking, biting, and kissing his way up to her ear. His hand slipped under the waistband of her shorts and blue lacy underwear. When the pad of his middle finger made contact with her hot core, they both groaned. Evelyn moaned, bucking her hips into his hand, greedy for more. Rafe groaning at the hot heavenly oasis between her thighs.

“Baby you’re so wet for me.” He praised, his lips meeting the shell of her ear.

He caressed her, coating his fingers in her arousal, circling the pad of his thumb across her clit.

“Baby…” she whined with a moan, “please.”

Rafe shushed her, continuing to soothe and torture her. “I’m going to have to taste you, I want to feel you come for me against my tongue first.”

Rafe kissed his way back down her neck, down the valley of her breast, and down her navel. He planted a soft kiss against her clothed core, nipping at her clit.

Rafe sat up, his fingers slipping in the waist band of her shorts. He tugged against the fabric, pulling her shorts and underwear down simultaneously exposing his own personal weakness. He tossed her shorts and underwear to the side, admiring her naked body. His dick twitched in his shorts, throbbing and aching already.

Rafe ducked his head down between her thighs, grazing his lips against the inside of her thigh trailing small kisses up to her bare core. He laid his tongue flat against her, licking her slowly right down the middle stopping at her clit to suck. Evelyn withered underneath him, he wrapped his hands around her thighs, hooking her knees up on his shoulders.

Rafe delved back in, sucking her clit and circling the sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue. He released on of her thighs, and trailed his fingers down to her entrance gathering her wetness. He slipped his middle finger in, slowly pushing into her till he reached his palm. Evelyn and Rafe moaned, Evelyn’s back arching against the pillows. Rafe flicked his tongue against her, as he slipped out, adding another finger.

Evelyn’s hands flew to his hair, gripping and tugging at his roots. He groaned against her, the vibrations shooting straight to her core. Evelyn moaned, her whole body was a wild fire. She clenched around his fingers as he continued his steady assault.

“Rafe” she moaned gripping his hair tighter.

Rafe hummed against her clit, picking up speed. Evelyn bucked against him, the coil in her stomach tightening. Rafe pulled away from her, grinning up at her. Her back arched as he slowed his fingers down and she gripped the blankets underneath her so hard that her knuckles turned white. His thumb brushed against her sensitive clit pulling a soft moan from her lips.

“Baby you look so pretty like this.” He praised, tugging at his erection in his shorts. It was getting too painful, he knew the tip was swollen red and leaking precum.

The way she tightened around his long fingers was almost his breaking point. Rafe’s fingers brushed against her inner wall and Evelyn’s whole body lit up. She cried out as he continued to thrust his fingers, guiding her through her orgasm.

“That’s it baby. “He cooed, groaning at the sight of her.

Evelyn tugged at his hand, guiding him toward her. Rafe removed his fingers from her and followed, crawling across her body. Evelyn nudged her nose against his and planted her lips on his. She slipped her tongue through the seam of his lips, groaning against his mouth. Rafe gripped the blankets by her head. The was his favorite form of torture.

Evelyn trailed her hands down his chest and found the button of his short. She popped it open and fumbled with the zipper. Once his shorts were open she gripped him through his boxers. Rafe groaned against her, ducking his head to her neck where he left a trail of kisses.

“Do you see what you do to me baby?” He whined, thrusting against her hand looking for friction.

“It’s all for you, baby.”

Evelyn groaned at his praises, he was teasing her. Her hand fumbled against his boxers as she tugged at them, not wanting to endure this torture anymore. Rafe shimmied out of his shorts and underwear and tosses them to the side, Evelyn ran her hands up his abdomen and chest tugging off his shirt.

Rafe leaned down, cupping her cheek in his palm, and kissed her. It wasn’t a hungry or desperate kiss, this one was soft and gentle, causing Evelyn’s heart to swell. Rafe pulled away and rested his head against hers.

“I love you.” He whispered against her lips. Evelyn smiled up at him, “I love you too”

Rafe grabbed his member and lined himself up with her, sliding the tip in. Evelyn grunted in pain from the slight stretch of him, squeezing her eyes shut.

“Just us?” Rafe whispered.

“Just us, always.” Evelyn moaned, nodding her head against his.

Rafe rocked into her slowly groaning as he sunk in deeper.

“Just us” He whispered against her lips.

Evelyn gripped the back of his head tugging at the soft strands of hair at the base of his neck. She sighed as he kept his steady rhythm, throwing her head back. Rafe ducked down and attached his lips to her neck once more, leaving a trail of hickeys and small bruises.

He gripped her thigh and hiked it up higher on his waist. Her walls fluttered around his throbbing member, Rafe moaned against her throat, rocking into her at a faster pace now.

“Fuck Rafe!” Evelyn cried, her second orgasm hitting her. Waves of pleasure coursing through her body as she went ridged beneath him.

Rafe’s thrust got sloppy as he continued his thrust. Her cunt had deliciously tightened around his cock and his thoughts were becoming fuzzy from the pleasure. There was only her now.

Rafe’s quickly pulled out of her and jerked his cock twice as he moaned her name, the strands of his release covering her stomach and breast. He opened his eyes to look down at her. Her body was still trembling from her orgasm, her breaths coming out ragged and tired.

Rafe leaned down and planted a soft kiss to her head before grabbing a small blanket and cleaning her up. He kissed up her stomach and back to her neck before he planted a soft kiss against her mouth.

“I love you Evelyn Conrad.” He whispered, laying his head against hers.

Evelyn smiled and pecked his lips, “I love you too Rafe Cameron.”

They would leave. It would just be them for the rest of their lives. No more strict abusive parents. No more pogues vs kooks. No more social confinements of the Outer Banks. It would just be them.

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Okay lovelies! That is part 1/6 of this new short series! Hope you enjoyed! I would love to hear everyone’s thoughts!

Updates will be every Wednesday! :)

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