#and by his I mean Polly sun

[withahappyrefrain]

Ready & Eager

Summary: Jake finally has the honor of making out with you. He's excited. A little too excited. Part of the Parking Spots Universe but can be read alone!

Warnings: dry humping, Jake being a simp for mean women, Faceless OC so y'all can imagine yourself as her, some light smut. If you don't know what Polly Pockets are, GTFO.

This is dedicated to @dissonannce, who put this thot in my head many moons ago and it has not left my mind since! <3

Jake Seresin knows a thing or two about luck.

Like how it only plays a small part in most things. Personally, Jake believes luck accounts for maybe ten percent of it. The rest is all skill and effort. That's how he became the only pilot in his generation with two confirmed air kills. 

And yet, Jake can't help but feel pretty damn lucky that the woman of his dreams is currently in his lap, kissing him.

Tonight had already been perfect. They had gone on a date. It wasn't the first time he had gone on a date with her, but it was the first time Venus had acknowledged it as one. Not a parking lesson, a date.

It was a big deal, huge. To say Jake was nervous was an understatement.

To say he was excited? Even moreso.

Her touch was electric, sending sparks throughout his body.  The scent of cocoa that lingered on her soft skin was intoxicating, now all consuming. What had begun as soft, feathery kisses had developed into something more heated. 

It was sweet, downright adorable how she rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet, barely able to look at Jake when he walked her to her door. 

"I shouldn't be nervous," the goddess chuckled, "Considering you have no issue barging into my apartment." 

The chuckle Jake had let out was supposed to be smooth. Supposed to be. 

Instead, it was nervous, shakey. He was thankful that he hadn't yet fallen to his knees in front of his beloved Venus. 

"You were sick," He smiled, his face burning up. 

"So does that mean you'll at least wait until I invite you in this time?" A sly smile adorn her gorgeous features, a gleam of mischievousness illuminating her eyes. 

"I can wait as long as you need me to, V." If she was blushing, Jake couldn't tell due to her sun kissed skin. 

A giggle slipped past her lips as she stepped inside the door, "Well? You coming or not, Lieutenant?" 

Jake could only choke out a strained yes, too caught up in how her voice was sweeter than honey when she said his title correctly for the first time since that fateful meeting in that parking lot. 

The two had all but stumbled to the couch, too caught up in discovering how exhilarating, how downright euphoric it was to kiss one another. 

He lost track of how long they had spent on the couch, tomorrow morning's briefing meeting be damned. Jake was positive, no- he knew he would be content staying here, his body melding with hers. 

She lowered her hips ever so slightly. Such a subtle movement and yet it nearly sent Jake over the edge.

God knows how many times he thought about this-his lips capturing hers in a bruising kiss, his hands exploring her soft curves.

Jake had lost track of how many times he came while imagining this-how her breasts would feel pushed against his chest, his hands finally having the privilege to grip the soft flesh of her ass, her lips nipping along his neck, her hands gripping his hair- 

Fuck, he was hard. Painfully so. 

In the back of Jake's mind, a voice was screaming to slow down. But his hips continued to jerk up, desperate to meet hers, desperate to feel more of her. 

So instead of slowing down, he continued, his lips trying to find hers amidst the fainting light of the sunset. His whole body was buzzing from the sensation of her touch. 

A honeyed laugh, low yet sweet, dripped from her mouth, "Someone's impatient." 

"Been wanting to do this ever since I met ya in that parking lot V," a southern drawl laced his low voice, sending a shiver up her spine. 

"I like when you call me that," her lips were now pressed against his neck, leaving gentle pecks in between her words. 

"Yeah?" Jake smirked upon hearing her soft gasp when his hands gripped the soft flesh of her ass. 

"Yeah," her confidence was returning. They had a give and take with one another. Each able to finally feel safe, feel vulnerable, knowing the other would be there, ready to reassure them. 

Her fingers reached towards his collarbone, fisting the dog tags he wore. With a single tug, she was able to direct his lips back to hers. 

It was the hottest thing Jake had experienced. 

With her free hand, she grabbed one of Jake's, bringing it to one of her breasts. Even just feeling it through the fabric of her dress was enough to send Jake's head spinning. 

He could feel his cock straining against his jeans. The pleasure wasn't building up, instead it felt like a volcano, ready to erupt at any time. 

The sudden jerk of his hips had thrown her off, albeit briefly. She was fully ready to write it off as twitch and continue making out with the Adonis that was underneath her (not that she'd ever say that to his face, he didn't need another ego boost). 

But then his hips kept jerking upwards, almost uncontrollably. And then she heard him moan, low and strained. 

"Fuck, Venus." 

It wasn't her first time. Venus knew when a guy had come, and she should have recognized the tall tale signs that Jake was close. 

But how could she focus on anything other than his stupid dog tags, or his stupidly soft hair that was so easy to just grab, or the scent of his cologne that she knew he spent way too much money on? 

So instead the two just sat there, seemingly frozen. Quite frankly, Venus was racking her brain as to how to not ask what had happened so bluntly, whereas Jake was trying to will the floor to open up and swallow him whole. 

"Did…did you um-" 

"I am so sorry. I swear that hasn't happened since like, eighth grade." 

Jake continues to ramble, oblivious to the fact that she stopped listening after he confirmed that she made him cum in his pants just from kissing him. 

"Again, I'm really sorry, this has never happened before. You're just really pretty and kissing you felt really fucking good, I can go home if you-" 

"Why are you apologizing, that was fucking hot." 

Jake's teeth sunk into his bottom lip, fighting back a strained groan, his sensitive cock twitching from her words. 

"I-really?" 

She grinned, shifting her hips towards his again, "Yes really. And unless you're a 'one and done' kind of man, I'd like to continue." 

Jake scoffed, "Sweetheart, 'one and done' ain't my style." 

Venus simply smirked, "Oh yeah? Then what is your style? And does it have anything to do with that callsign of yours?"

Being egged on by her was more fun now that they were dating. Jake smirked at the shriek she let out when he picked her up, placing her on the couch. 

"Seresin, what are you-" Her sentence was cut off by Jake's teeth sinking into the soft flesh of her thighs. His hands made quick work of finding the waistband of her panties and pulling them down her legs. 

"My style is 'I can go all night' with a side of 'I like to keep my mouth busy'," the wink he gave her was beyond cheesy. Her eye roll confirmed it, though it didn’t deter Jake. Not when he could see the corners of her mouth forming a small smile. 

"Anyone ever told you that you're super corny Seresin?" Despite her words. adoration shined in her eyes. 

"Just you," Jake simply shrugged as he made himself comfortable in between her legs. 

"Really? Whatshisface hasn't ever told you th-fuck!" She threw her head back the second Jake's tongue found her soaked folds. 

"What was that darling?" Jake asked with a grin that could only be described as devilish. 

"Get back here you little shit," her hands gripped his blonde locks, tugging them in her desired direction.

Jake chuckled before pressing a kiss to the inside of her thighs, "Don't have to tell me twice Venus."

#my writing #Jake Seresin #jake seresin fic #jake seresin x you #jake seresin x y/n #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman x you #jake hangman x reader #hangman x reader #jake hangman seresin #hangman x you #hangman x y/n #jake hangman seresin x you #jake hangman seresin x reader

[issdisgrace]

Shit I'm sorry I didn't notice the request info-

Okay, can I please request Thomas Shelby x Tall and buff male reader who's the sweetest thing on earth but has one "flaw".

He's too damn handsy. Place, time, people, pffff, suit, shirt, naked, he doesn't care.

He just really loves Thomas man tits and his ass.

Not in a teasing way, it just makes him relax.

Just Thomas's reaction and how he's dealing with it. Whatever.

Thank you~ 💕

4 TIMES MR. HANDSY STRUCK

WARNINGS: Accidental groping, purposeful groping, swearing, yeah thats about it.

A/N: I hope you like this. I had a fun time writing this, so please feel free to request again.

Y/n was a tall and buff man. He looked like he could kill anyone without a second thought. But in reality, he was the kindest and sweetest thing to ever walk the earth. He was a gentle giant in all senses of the word. But there was one thing about the man that many would consider a flaw. It was the fact that he was handsy, very handsy when it came to his partner, Thomas Shelby. The man couldn’t keep his hands off Tommy. So here are 4 scenes in which Y/n couldn’t keep his hands to himself.

Walking down the streets of Birmingham on the way to The Garrison. It was quiet and peaceful; the sun had actually been out. Unlike most other days in Birmingham. Y/n had his arm wrapped around Tommy’s waist as they walked, casually talking. Tommy hadn’t realized Y/n’s hand slipping closer and closer to his ass until the man squeezed it, causing Tommy to yelp in surprise.

“I didn’t mean to startle you. I’m sorry.”

“I wasn’t expecting it, that all.”

Tommy says brushed it off, and the two continued their walk.

The Garrison was loud with hustle and bustle of the man drinking inside. In a corner booth sat the Shelby family and, of course, Y/n. The family talked and drank, Y/n adding in every once in a while not want to interrupt those who were speaking. Y/n threw his arm overs Tommy’s shoulder and continued onto listening to the conversation at hand. Without even realized himself, his hand moved down and now was on Tommy’s chest. It wasn’t until John made a joke about it out that he and Tommy realized.

“Y/n, you done feeling up my brother for the night? It’s a bit distracting.”

Y/n’s face flushed, and he quickly unwrapped his arm around Tommy, covering his face in pure embarrassment.

“Sorry.” He mumbled in his hands as the family had a laugh.

It was sometime after 10pm when Y/n managed to covince Tommy to call it quits for the night and join him in bed. Y/n sat in bed paeintly waiting for Tommy to be done with his night routine and join him. Eventually Tommy join him and they curled up togeather. They talked for a little bit until Tommy relized Y/ns hands found there way to his chest.

"My prince, can you explain to me how your hands always seem to find my chest."

"I'm sorry. I didnt mean to."

"Shh. It is ok my prince. Im just curious."

"I dont know. I guess touching them grounds me. It makes sure i know that everyting going on is real. But i guess it also calms me. I'm sorry if i make you uncomfortable. I can stop."

"Its fine my prince. I dont mind."

Tommy was hosting a party for the Peaky Blinders in order to celebrate some of their new achievements. The rowdy men happily drank the beer that was in the house and chatted. Tommy leaned against the bar, talking to Polly when Y/n came up behind him, grabbing his ass gently with both hands. Then resting his head on Tommy’s shoulder. Tommy turned his head slightly to look at you.

“Do you need anything, my prince?”

“No, just a little bored.”

“Ok.” Tommy said, then returning to talk to Polly.

The Shelbys, minus Tommy, who was nowhere to be seen, were sitting around having a drink at The Garrison

“Is it me or is Y/n really handsy with Tommy? I feel like half the time I see him with him, he’s either grabbing Tommy’s butt or his chest. It’s fucking weird.” Arthur slurs slightly, the alcohol getting to him a bit.

“Oh no, he is. You're definitely not imaging it, Arthur.” Ada says.

“Sometimes I think the poor thing doesn’t even realize he’s doing.” Polly adds in.

“Its fucking funny as hell. Have you seen the way some newcomers react when they see it happening? It’s fucking priceless. Their eyes get all wide and shit and they look like they’ve seen the most traumatic thing in the world.” John said.

“I’ve heard some newcomers people ask around, asking if it was a normal thing.” Finn adds.

“I know it’s also grate to see their reactions when they're told it’s a normal occurrence.” John says. After he says that, out of nowhere Tommy appearing

“What are we discussing this fine evening?”

“Nothing.” The other Shelby boys say at the same time like a kid that got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

#tommy shelby #polly gray #arthur shelby #john shelby #finn shelby #peaky blinders #tommy shelby x male reader #tommy shelby x reader #peaky blinders x male reader #peaky blinders x reader

[loveisfriendship]

A rare occasion

Never would one have thought that a simple smile would mean so much to you. It being such a rare occasion probably meant that the importance to you was that significant.

Watching your husband from afar you noticed that his mood around his family got more and more irritated. Family meeting.

But not one gathered by him. One of his brothers asked for it. You didn’t really listen for what. Probably something about a women.

You were lost in your thoughts, looking at your husband. Thinking about his smile. It’s been a while that you saw it. But he just came back from London.

You’ve known him all your life. Running through the forests, sleeping under the stars. As children his smile was constant.

Time changes that… more war changes that.

Now that smile was reserved for family, but his real smile. The one that you remember from your childhood. The one from ear to ear, when he teases you and tells bad jokes. That one was strictly for you.

Usually in the intimacy of your own room.

Apparently you had been in your thoughts to long. Under the table a careful and gentle tap of your husbands foot gets you back to the reality. His blue eyes look at you confused with a subtle worry behind them.

You smile at him and reach for his arm and give him a gentle squeeze. A sign for him that you are fine. But nonetheless he sets down his cigarette and puts his hand above yours. He gives you a signal with his head that you two should leave. You nod and stand up, realizing again what his brothers are talking about.

“Where are you two of to so quickly?” Arthur asks or more slurs, pausing his discussion with John. Both of them eying you suspiciously.

“Sorry Boys, but it’s time to head home.” You smile at them on the way to the door of the snug. Tommy also stood up and put on this jacket before taking his cigarette again.

“Oh so that’s why you need to head home.” John says and winks at you, grabbing the toothpick between his teeth. It quickly earns him a smack across the back of his head from your husband.

“See you later boys.” He mumbles before opening the door for you. You wave and smile to Polly before you leave, leaving the pub and heading towards the car.

Tommy opens the door for you and you give him a small kiss on the cheek before getting in. The drive home was silent but your hand rested on your husbands neck whereas his hand rested on your thigh. Your finger slowly rub circles on the back of his head.

At home you hand your jackets to Frances before Tommy grabs your hand again and pulls you with him up the stairs to your bedroom. He opens the door and pulls you in before telling the staff not to disturb and closing the door.

You take of your shoes before Tommy stands before you and pulls you close by your hips. His hands settling there loosely squeezing your hips.

“Are you okay?” He asks looking into your eyes intensely before closing the gap between you as you lean in giving him a kiss.

“I’m fine, just daydreaming.” You smile, winking at him, causing him to smirk smugly.

“Oh yeah, what about?” He asks intrigued before pulling out his cigarette case, offering you one. You gladly grab one and wait for him to light it for you.

“A certain someone’s smile.” You answer, blowing out the smoke. But as soon as you see his face you giggle. His confused look was adorable.

“Love, you lost me. What are you talking about?”

“Remember when we used to sleep under the stars?” You ask and he nods, taking another drag from his cigarette.

“I was just thinking about that, and how we talked through the night and fell asleep barely before the sun rose.” You smile fondly, pushing your cigarette into the ash tray, Tommy doing the same. You take his face into your hands and giggle.

“And I thought of all the bad jokes you used to tell. Which cracked me up nonetheless, causing me stomach aches.”

At that description you saw it. That smile you meant.

“And that, that right there was what I thought about.” You smile back, Tommy putting his hands above yours on him face before planting a kiss in the palm of your right hand. Moving his hands to your waist he pulls you closer with a quick and strong drag, but by now smirking down at you.

“Is that so?” He hums and you hum back.

“For my favorite smile of you, we need to do something else first.” He smiles

“Is that so?” You retort and giggle as he nods and grins.

“Well than, Mr. Shelby. Better get to it right?” You say as he immediately crushes his lips to yours, slowly walking you backwards towards the bed.

#thomas shelby #tommy shelby x reader #peaky blinders #tommy shelby #thomas shelby x reader #tommy shelby fanfic #lis writes

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Little Sunshine - A John Shelby/Reader Short Story.

Something a little different to my usual offerings, besties. Enjoy :)

Words - 627

Warnings - Bittersweet story, suitable for all ages but without giving too much away, it's a sad read.

It’s the most heartwarming of sights. In fact, there isn’t much that warms those cockles like witnessing the sight of a father bonding with his newborn. You always knew he’d take to it well, despite him quietly admitting before she was born that he was terrified. Anyone viewing him now, though, they’d see he looks the furthest thing from it. 

“You don’t half look like your mom, you know,” he tells her tenderly, the late afternoon sun catching the spun gold of his eyelashes, John sitting upon the windowsill of your bedroom, cradling your daughter to his chest. “Thought you was gonna come out redheaded like your old man here, but nah. Got her hair, ain’t ya?”  

She gurgles, and he smiles. Smiles through the tired violet shadows creeping over his eyelids, smiles through the exhaustion, smiles through every ounce of weight he carries. Parenthood will do that to anyone, though. Luckily, there is plenty of help on hand. Looking up, he beams wearily at seeing Polly enter the room, holding a bottle in her grasp. 

“Here, just tested it, it’s fine,” she proffers it forth, her hand lovingly moving to your daughter’s head, stroking her peachy skin. “Hello, my little sunshine, hello.” The bond there is strong, Polly being the woman who brought her into the world, who placed her upon your chest, who tried her absolute best all the way through and still remains the pillar of inimitable strength. “Look at her eyes, our John. She’s a beaut.”  

He nods, feeling his chest swelling thickly, placing the teat to her lips, your baby latching and beginning to drink. “Ar, she ain’t half a beaut.” He shakes his head, crumbling a little with the emotion of it all, Polly quick to wrap her arm around him and kiss his head. “Dunno how any of this is real.”  

“It’s life, love,” she sighs, her maternal hands stroking his hair lovingly. “And she’ll be just fine.” 

“Will she?” 

She nods sagely. “Of course, she bloody will. She’s a Shelby girl. God made us tough for good reason.” Polly leaves, casting a last glace at the heartwarming scene, the tension in her shoulders still meaning she’s carrying herself a little stiff, looking somehwat out of place from her usual busy bustle.  

“Hear that, little’un? You’ll be just fine. If your great aunt Pol says it, then it’s gotta be true. We’re all fine ‘cos of her, and so will you be an’ all. You’ve got her, your uncles, your auntie, and most importantly, your daddy right here.” His eyes then flit across the room, finding you, a tear slipping down his cheek as he cradles your baby a little tighter. “Just wish you still had her, too.” 

The image of you he found was your wedding photograph. The sepia images dotted around in frames are all that remains of your visage, because you aren’t there anymore. You exist as ethereal mist, a love lost, but by no means felt any less profoundly by those whom you sadly had to leave behind. It was the greatest joy and the biggest loss, that on the fateful night when the cries of a new baby entered the homestead, a brand-new Shelby arriving, another had to leave.  

You’re still there with them all, but hidden, the veil of death swathing you in a blanket of invisible stars, watching from the other side, from a place one day all of them must go. You float through the ether, stroking his cheek, kissing your baby on the head. He pauses for a moment, looking around, and you know he felt you there, the very last glimmer of your essence. 

“Wish you were still here, sweetheart.” 

You smile, wishing he could see it. “I never left.” 

#john shelby fanfiction #john shelby x reader #john shelby x you #peaky blinders fanfiction #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders fic #john shelby #polly gray #john shelby fanfic #john shelby fic

[bluegalaxygirl]

Trouble makers (Zolu x reader)

Zoro x Luffy x Reader. Reader is GN and a gunslinger of the crew. polly relationship, established releatinship.

Plot: The new island you docked on seems peaceful until a strange rumble catches you all off guard.

Warning: none.

part 2 Part 3

The most beautiful island you have ever seen was right in front of you. The sky was a light blue with only a few white puffy clouds that touched the top of a large pointed mountain on the other side of the island. Small houses lined perfectly across the front of the island, a large forest in between the village and the mountain, even though it was dense it was bright with large white birds you have never seen before flying over head. Its sights like this that made you want to join the crew in the first place and your glad you did. This place was beyond stunning and with the wind lightly blowing the salty sea air in your face it gave you a sense of peace. Your mind only focused on the sight before you from the sunny, it docked almost thirty minutes ago but you couldn't pry your eyes away form the island. no matter how long you looked you noticed new things, new animals and smells. you let out a soft breath as you leaned your hands on the sunny's railings basking in the sun.

Zoro had just woken up from his nap to find they were docked on a new island. it seems they didn't need his help docking or they couldn't wake him to help either way he didn't care. Adjusting his swords on his hip the swords man made his way down the steps onto the grass of the sunny's main area spotting his two lovers, one looking out at the island and the other sitting on the mast's round bench pouting looking over at Y/N. A small smile appeared on his face approaching his captain "You ok Luffy?" the words seem to shock Luffy out of his trance and pounced on Zoro giving him a hug "Your awake. i tried waking you but you didn't budge" his arms and legs wrapped around the large man slightly pulling away to poke Zoro's face, now with the pout back on his face. Zoro raised an eyebrow one arm under his captain keeping him up and the other leaning on his swords "we'll im awake now. What's got you all pouty?" he asks knowing there's more too it than just him not waking up. Luffy looks back at you with a sigh "I keep calling them but they won't answer or even look at me" Zoro lets out a small laugh "Captain, you know how they get when it comes to a new island. Y/N is probably in their own little world right now" The captain looks back at his first mate, he new you loved the sights but you never ignored him. "Come on lets go snap them out of it" Zoro says running a finger under luffy's chin before kissing him lightly on the lips. Luffy smiles at this and kisses back before nodding.

Your snapped out of your little world by a strong hand gripping your shoulder squeezing it to get your attention. You turn to see Zoro, his hand on you shoulder and Luffy with his legs wrapped around Zoro's torso a big smile on his face that turned into a pout once he noticed you looking at him "You were ignoring me" he simply says making your eyes soften and place a hand on his cheek "Im sorry my captain. i didn't mean too, its just so beautiful" you say rubbing your thumb across his cheek "Your missing something" he says trying to stop a big smile form forming on his face but it didn't work. You laugh before placing a kiss on his cheek then his forehead and lastly his lips "Forgive me?" you asks after pulling away earning a nod from your captain. "Ok lets go on an adventure" Your captain drops out of Zoro's arms and points out to the island. it was sweet of him to wait for you two but he wanted to explore with the both of you by his side, his swords man and his gunslinger.

The town was some how quieter than you thought, it was a small town for an island of this size but there didn't seem to be many people on the streets, shops seemed closed down but that didn't bother you three, you knew the only ones it would bother would be Nami and Sanji who went out shopping as soon as you docked. Luffy was leading the way with you and Zoro behind him, your hand grasping onto the sleeve of his kimono making sure he doesn't go the wrong way. The towns people seemed friendly to your new faces so it put you at ease a bit more than you were before, Zoro was on edge though his eyes shifting to look at every place and every person, his eyes lingering on alleyways or dark areas a little longer. Luffy didn't notice anything strange, he was just happy to see a new place, maybe eat some food, he was trying to smell out food but there wasn't much to smell. A smoke like smell was the only thing that hit his nose, it wasn't a cooking smell though maybe a fire but there was no meat or fish smell that went along with it, he found it strange although didn't think too much of it. There were no marine bases or other pirate ships to worry about so you could all just relax and enjoy yourselves.

A while of walking later and you reached the edge of town looking into the forest. Just like you saw back on the ship it was dense and yet light still filled the forest. The light though was coming from the ground beautiful small flowers almost daisy like seemed to reflect and magnify any kind of sun light that hit them bouncing off to another flower who did the same almost like they were mirrors. The sight caught you off guard, you never knew this was possible and yet here it was, the light was a soft white hovering over the ground as green short grass swayed with the wind. Almost in a trance you let go of Zoro walking over to the forest and bending down to one of the small flowers. "Wow" you whisper to yourself catching the attention of Luffy how laughed and placed his hands on his hips "You want some?" he asks offering to pick some for you but you shook your head not wanting to disturb this forest "Thank you for the offer but... their to pretty to pick" you comment making him laugh again. Zoro walked up next to Luffy looking down at you before looking back up at the forest "Luffy, Y/N" he states grabbing a hold of his swords indicating that something was wrong. Luffy bunched his hands up into fists ready to punch what ever came your way. You stood up and put a hand on the gun on your waist just about to pull it out of the holster when a loud rumbling started, soon followed by the ground shaking violently. You all struggled to keep your footing a loud cracking noise came from different areas around the town, screams where heard some dissapearing. Your heart dropped feeling the ground beneath your feet open falling threw the ground, only a gasp left your lips the light fading as the ground above you closed over. You fell for a while only stopping when body hit hard angled rocks, the force rolling you until you splashed into freezing cold water.

Luffy noticed the ground bellow you open dropping you into it, he stretched his arm out to you the whole closing on his arm causing pain to shoot threw his body "Y/N" he screamed using his other hand to try and pry the whole open, He tried to stretch his arm down trying to reach you but it something on the way unable to force his arm threw it. The sounds and shaking stopped, Zoro realizing what happened pulled out two of his swords and stabbing them into the ground one on either side of Luffy's trapped arm. "On three pull" Zoro yelled counting down to three them both pulling at the same time, the hole opened only revealing dirt and rocks. It was closed off just before luffy's finger tips, both boys stared in disbelief, you were gone "Y/N" Luffy loudly screamed your name slowly pulling his hand back, he wanted to cry, why couldn't he have grabbed you. Zoro getting out of his state of shock placed a hand on Luffy's shoulder a look of determination on the sword mans face. once Luffy's arm was fully out the hole it slammed closed no trace of it once being there. Anger sparked in Luffy's chest, not only was one of his crew taken but it was you, One of the only two people he loved most in this world. "Lets get them back" Zoro states taking his hand off Luffy's shoulder, standing up and pulling his swords out of the ground. Luffy stood fixing his hat and nodding. The captain and his swords man were about to cause hell until they got you back.

#zoro x reader #polly relationship #one piece #imagine #one piece imagine #roronoa zoro #zoro x luffy x reader #luffy x reader #zoro x luffy #monkey d. luffy

[kate-inhaler-1975]

The Undertaker & Mia Wallace // Ross McDonald

A/N : This is a continuous series of the Promptober fics that I failed to do 😭 (I'm sorry, @abiiors ). So here's the Ross & Eve content that people need xx

C/W : Mature languages, a lot of self-doubt, and maybe slight sexual tension 👁👄👁

W/C : 2,180

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Matty and Amy officially started dating in mid February. Valentines Day to be exact. Which meant their first Halloween together was here.

It also meant it was Eve's first time being in a social setting with the entire band.

Eve had been for lunch with George, Charli, Amy and Matty. She'd hung out with Adam quite a bit, but she was always chatting with Carly and Polly. With Waughy, Gabrielle and Jamie, she'd had some short but sweet interactions with them, but Ross was never there.

Eve would always leave a party minutes before Ross would turn up. She'd hang up a facetime call with Amy seconds before Ross and Matty would entire a room. At the St. Annes show, she made an excuse not to go to the after party for his birthday because she was too scared to be in a social setting with him.

It was always bad timing for her to meet her apparent "soulmate".

So, tonight was the night, and here she was trying to blackmail Matty and Amy into telling her what Ross was dressing up as so she could maybe match with him and act like it would be a coincidence.

"I will leak every message that Amy has ever told me about and I will find any possible nudes and I'll send them to TMZ and The Sun newspaper if you don't tell me right now." Eve aggressively took a puff of her vape, pacing around her hotel room like crazy.

"Seriously, Eve, I'm not breaking a sweat over you threatening to leak nudes that don't exist." Matty smirked and shrugged his shoulders, kicking his feet in the air as he layed on Eve's bed.

"Oh, fuck off! I know for a fact Amy has something you wouldn't want fans to see somewhere in the archives." Eve bit back. The room fell silent as Matty and Amy stared at each other, eyes wide knowingly.

"No, Evie, no. I know for fact that if, and only if, there was something to leak you wouldn't do that because you love me and deep down you love Matty as well." Amy showed Eve a toothy grin while doing heart hands over her chest, making Eve roll her eyes and dramatically fling herself into the plush armchair.

"I need to make him fall in love with me!" She whined into the palm of her hands.

Matty felt the need to tease his girlfriend's best friend. He wanted tease her and feed her information without giving her the full details.

He already knew that Ross had seen pictures of her and that he was already stalking her instragram religiously.

"Who said he isn't already in love with you, hmm?" Matty looked at Amy even though he was speaking to Eve, sending her a wink as Amy held back a laugh.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Eve shot up out of the armchair, her face covered in eagerness.

"I'm just saying that none of us has said to your face that he isn't already in love with you. Anyways, I'm going to shave this fucking stache off and I'll see yous later." Matty huffed as he got up off the bed, bending down to kiss Amy who was sitting cross legged on the floor.

"I love you." She giggled into the kiss, resting both her hands on his reddened cheeks.

"I love you most. See ya later Evie." He winked and pointed finger guns at Eve before speeding out the door.

Leaving Amy blushing and picking at her nails and Eve sitting back down in a huff.

"Ams?" Eve called out quietly after a few seconds of silence, pulling at a thread that was loose on her t-shirt.

"Yeah?"

"Do you think that Ross could like someone like me? Even if it's not romantic, just in general." Eve kept her eyes away from looking at Amy, feeling embarrassed by her question.

"What is "someone like me" supposed to mean? Every bone in my body wishes I was someone like you." Amy's brows furrowed, quickly rushing to Eve's side and sitting down on the floor beside her, resting her hands on Eve's knees.

"That's not true, Amy. You're kind, funny, sweet, pretty, and you've got Matty. Who would've thought you'd end up being Matty Healy's girlfriend after all those years of drooling over him. But me? I'm loud, annoying, stubborn, hard to please. I've grown to understand that it's just going to be me and my cats for the rest of my life." Eve let out a breathy laugh to cover up the obvious hurt she felt.

The more that time went on, the more Eve decided that she'd come to terms with being single for the rest of her life. She'd only ever had one night stands, situationships, awful tinder dates, but she'd never been in love and she'd never been in a relationship.

"If that's what you think about yourself, then fine, so be it, but I'm going to tell you what people really think of you. You're hilarious, you're the life of the party and the light of many lives. You're loyal, and Jesus fucking christ are you beautiful. So fucking beautiful inside and out, Evie. I love you, Matty loves you, your family loves you. Everyone that meets you loves you. So I can promise you, with every beat of my heart and moving bone in my body, Ross is going to love you just as much as we do."

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Eve gazed at herself in the mirror, cocking her head to the side with a face of stone.

Lips painted red. A wig, shiny and black, cut into a Bob. Black dress pants tight with a white shirt and a few buttons popped open to expose the top of her lacy black bra.

She hated it. She hated all of it.

She feared that she was being too much. That the costume she decided on would leave people whispering, saying that she was a try hard.

"I look fucking ridiculous." She groaned to herself, rolling her eyes and dabbing the fake blood under her nose, hating every single bit of this and wanting to fly home immediately.

"Eve! You alright in there, love?" Matty's voice echoed from outside the bathroom in the venues greenroom.

"I look like a fucking knob, Matthew. I'm not going anywhere looking like this." She sighed from inside. Turing away from the mirror and leaning against the sink with her arms crossed.

"Eve Beatty, I will get Amy in here if you don't shut up. Come on, let me see your costume. If you want someone to tell you the truth, then don't fucking worry, I'm the one to do it."

Eve was hesitant to open the door, her hand lingering over the door handle as she cringed at the thought of her appearance.

"You promise you won't laugh at me?" She whispered.

"I promise, on Amy's life. I won't laugh at you." He whispered back. The soft smile on his face almost audible.

She took a deep breath, swinging open the door to be faced with Patrick Bateman.

"Jesus, Matthew. I don't know whether to laugh or run away screaming and crying." Eve chuckled, finding his costume impressively good.

"It's good isn't it! I think I pull off Patrick Bateman pretty well." He spun around on his heal, showing her jazz hands as he turned back to face her.

"You really do! Now, back to me. I look like a fucking knob!"

"You look far from it, Eve. You look incredible, I promise." Matty opened his arms, welcoming Eve in for a hug that she much appreciated.

Matty and Eve had gotten close over the last few months. Not in a weird way, they just both respected each other and had the same thing in common.

Which was that they both loved Amy.

The double doors into the green room banged open, making both Amy and Matty's hearts stop in fright.

"Tell me about it, stud." Amy spoke seductively, swaying her hips as she walked into the room in her Sandy costume.

"Fuck me." Matty whispered under his breath, but Eve was close enough to hear.

"Someone's got a hard on." Eve spoke through a loud and arrogant cough, making Matty stand on her bare toes in return.

"THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR!" She roared in pain, bouncing up and down on her foot that Matty didn't stomp on.

"FUCK! Evie, you look so fucking sexy I might pass out!" Amy gasped, stumbling a little bit from the height of her heels as she made her way over to her.

"Who looks sexy?"

The room fell silent.

Eve's heart began beating at what felt like an ungodly rate.

Her entire body froze as her eyes fell onto him.

Ross. Ross dressed up as The Undertaker out of all people.

"Oh! Ross, this is my best friend, Eve. And Eve, this is Ross." Amy smiled cheekily.

Neither Ross or Eve moved a muscle. The two of them just stood there staring at each other. Eyes dry and stinging and chests heaving.

Ross felt like his world was spinning. He felt like a deer caught in the headlights. He couldn't speak or move, he just froze up.

"Ehm, hello! Wakey, wakey!" Matty cooed jokingly. Finding this interaction very entertaining.

"Fuck off! Hi, I'm Eve. Uhh, nice to meet you." Eve shook herself out of her daze, sticking her hand out in front of Ross.

"Hi, I'm Ross. It's nice to finally meet you. I mean, sorry if that sounded weird, it's just I've heard a lot about you from Amy and Matty so I was looking forward to meeting you." He rambled, shaking her hand.

"Only good things, I hope." Eve giggled while still holding onto his hand.

"Definitely only good things. Haven't heard a bad word about you." Ross' smile became less tense the more Eve talked, and Matty and Amy just sat down on the couch practically all over each other but Ross and Eve were too focused on each other to notice.

"When I walked into this room I never thought I'd be meeting Mia Wallace." He commented, his eyes flickering up and down her body in a way that didn't actually make her feel uncomfortable.

It actually made her feel confident instead.

"And I never thought I'd be having a conversation with The Undertaker, but here we are. The duo no one asked for." Eve chuckled, taking out her vape that was tucked into her bra and taking a lengthy drag of it.

"Shouldn't you be smoking a cigarette if you're dressed up as Mia Wallace." He pointed at the vape in between her lips, smirking as he took a sip of his preshow whisky.

The eye contact they were holding had Eve weak in the knees. Her left hand gripping onto the mini fridge behind her to keep her standing.

Her legs crossing slowly to try and get rid of the sudden throbbing in between her legs.

"I, ehm, I've never tried a cigarette. Jumped on the vape bandwagon long before it became a trend."

"Would you jump on trends often?"

"No, not really. I like to do my own thing. I don't feel the pressure to tag along with trends just to make myself fit in with today's generation." Eve shrugged her shoulders like it was no big deal, swapping out her vape for a large gulp of her Gin and Tonic.

"Wow, Mia, you've got brains." He moved closer to her in a blink of an eye.

She barely even noticed until the large hat he was wearing was shadowing over her and the smell of his cologne overwhelmed her senses.

"And you, The Undertaker, are easy to talk to. Even though I'm enjoying this conversation, I think you should get a move on. And! You, Matthew! Get your tongue out of my best friends throat, please." Eve pinched the bridge of her nose in slight disgust.

It was a strange sight, seeing Patrick Bateman and Sandy from Grease eating the faces off of each other.

It was almost laughable.

The small chatter continued as Matty and Ross left the room, leaving the two girls to chat away for a while.

"Hope you enjoy the show. Oh, and, meet me outside for a smoke after. Or should I say vape." Ross turned back to speak to Eve, his hand slightly brushing hers by accident.

"You're not going to kill me in the smoking area, are you?"

"No, that's Matty's job. I just might be the one to get you into Cigarettes, darling." Ross winked before strutting off, letting the door close behind him and leaving Eve completely starstruck.

Or maybe Lovestruck.

"So, Evie, was I right or was I right in saying that Ross McDonald was going to love you." Amy squealed as she wrapped her arms around Eve's waist from behind. Swaying the two of them from side to side.

"I don't know about him, but I'm down fucking bad for The Undertaker."

#ross mcdonald #ross mcdonald oneshot #ross macdonald #ross mcdonald x reader #matty healy #matty healy fluff #matty healy imagine #matty healy oneshot #matty healy fanfiction #george daniel #the 1975 #matty healy x reader #the 1975 oneshot #the 1975 imagine

[theshelbyclan]

A Sisterly Bond

Summary: Ada and Teddy don’t have much in common, but that doesn’t mean that they couldn’t make a good team

A/N: I just felt like writing again, and for Ada and Teddy in particular. I always imagine as getting on better and better as Teddy gets older. She’s still young in this one, so it’s a rocky relationship still 😂 anyways, hope you enjoy to whoever still is reading my stuff!

Words: 2630

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“Teddy, would you be so kind as to give me my coat?”

“No.”

“For fuck’s sake,” Ada sighed, “why do you always have to be difficult?”

“Am not,” Teddy grumbled.” I just don’t see why I have to be your lady’s maid, just because you’re my sister.”

“Ooh, there’s a big word!” the older sister replied sarcastically.

“Tommy says all fancy rich ladies have a lady’s maid.”

“ ‘Tommy says’…” Ada rolled her eyes and Teddy stuck out her tongue at her.

In many ways, Ada and Teddy were nothing alike. There was the age gap, of course, but they also just seemed to have very little in common. Ada didn’t care much for family business, while Teddy wanted to know everything about everything. Ada tried her best to live her own life without her brothers interfering at every turn, whereas Teddy wanted to be like her brothers in every way. Ada made an effort to never care too much, unlike Teddy, who cared almost too much and didn’t have a problem showing it. Also, Ada wanted to go out in her fancy coat and high heels, and Teddy wanted to run free in her brother’s trousers and shirt.

Polly watched the two sisters and followed Teddy with her eyes as she stormed out the door in a huff. She then turned to Ada and said, “Would it kill you to just say a kind word to her every now and then?”

Ada had her nose back in the papers and shrugged, “I don’t know, Pol. Would it kill her to practise some good manners?”

“You know what she’s like.”

“Oh, I do,” she sighed, “I remember when she was born and you told me how nice it would be for me to have another girl in the family. Instead we got… Teddy.”

———

Nine-year-old Teddy Shelby was walking through the muddy streets and pretended she was a pirate. With a stick in hand, she fought off the assailants only she could see and shouted out battle cries. But in the chaos of Small Heath, no one really noticed her. And if they did, they simply thought: there goes Teddy Shelby…

Her playing was suddenly interrupted though by her youngest brother. “Aunt Polly says she wants you to go with Ada!” Finn shouted out, as he ran towards her.

“Why?” she sighed, exasperated.

“I don’t know. She needs help carrying things from the market?”

Teddy kicked a rock, “Can’t you do it?”

Finn shrugged again, “It’s a woman’s job, isn’t it.”

“Oh fuck off!” As Finn pouted a little, she added, “Please can you go? Ada doesn’t even like me…”

If there was one thing Finn couldn’t stand, it was seeing his little sister upset, so he agreed. “You know, Arthur is always with John. Ada likes me, but you’re Tommy’s favourite.”

“I know.”

“So it’s not that bad, right?” Finn tried hopefully.

“I suppose not.” But Teddy couldn’t help but feel a little sadness over it.

———

“Aunt Pol says I’m to get you ready for church.”

“I am ready,” Teddy motioned to her dress, which she hated so intensely.

Ada sighed, “What have you done to your knees now? They look like you’ve become the chimney sweep’s latest apprentice.”

“Why do you always have to badger me?” Teddy called out, full of frustration.

“Just… clean your knees before Polly sees,” she waved a hand and put on a hat.

Teddy started scrubbing furiously as her legs. Ada watched her and decided that maybe she should make an effort. So she asked, “What do you think of this hat? Does is suit me?”

“I don’t know,” the little girl shrugged, “it stays on so I’m guessing it fits your head?”

“Bloody hell, I don’t know why I even bother. Let’s go.”

———

In the late afternoon sun, Tommy was talking to a man about a horse. Next to him, a small girl was following the conversation intensely, trying to learn as much from the interaction as she could.

“I’ll give you four for her, but no more.”

“Can’t do less than six, mister Shelby,” the man slapped her brother’s hand, “She’s a good horse, that one. Strong.”

“She’s no war horse and I could have fucking five of her for that price. Four and a half.”

“I have a family to feed, sir. Five?”

Tommy shook his hand and that was that.

After he’d left, Teddy looked up and, like she’d been in the business for twenty years, said, “She’s worth at least ten, Tommy.”

“Is she?” he took a drag on his cigarette, but inside felt like he could burst with pride. Then he lifted Teddy up and planted her up onto the horse, “Go on, tell me what she’s like.”

As Teddy rode around the yard, Ada joined her brother. With her usual air of indifference, she commented, “Well, if it isn’t the big brother and his pride and joy.”

“Hello, Ada…”

“Did she persuade you into spending more money once again?”

“Look at her,” Tommy pointed, “She might be the best rider in all of Small Heath.”

Ada raised her eyebrows and mumbled, “High praise…” In truth, Ada was impressed. She’d always been the odd one out in the family when it came to horses. She never much cared for them and riding them had always been more of a chore than a pleasure.

“Why don’t you tell her how good she looks up on that horse, eh?”

“Me? Why the hell would I tell her?”

Tommy locked eyes with Ada, “Because it’s you she wants to hear it from.”

She laughed a little at that, “No, Tommy, it’s you she wants to hear it from. Everything she wants to hear from you.”

As Ada walked off again, Tommy called after her, “She is your only sister, Ada.”

“And what a joy she is,” but it didn’t come out that sarcastic this time.

After a few more minutes or riding, Teddy hopped down from the horse again. Her brother asked her some questions about the horse and she answered to the best of her abilities. But in between, Teddy carefully asked, “Was that Ada?”

“Yes, just on her way home from the Bullring.”

“Did she watch me ride?” Teddy asked in a small voice.

Tommy observed her for a second, “Now, why do you ask that?”

She shrugged her shoulders and turned away to brush off the horse, “Just curious.”

———

Polly was a modern woman in many ways, but not in every way. She might’ve even been insulted if you called her that. So, when it was time for the spring cleaning of the house, she asked the girls to help. Well, she didn’t really ask.

“Ada, you start on sweeping and Teddy you can follow her with the bucket.”

Both girls rolled their eyes so hard it had to hurt and Polly couldn’t help but notice how in those few seconds, they looked exactly alike.

“I’ll be in the back with the washing,” their aunt continued, leaving no room for arguments.

Cigarette in hand, Ada started sweeping the floors at her own leisurely pace.

“Hurry up, will you?” Teddy grumbled, “I have to wait on you to mop and I do have other things to do, you know.”

“Oh? And what important appointments might you have, you strange little idiot?”

“Don’t call me an idiot!” Teddy stomped down het foot, “and hurry the fuck up!”

“Swear again and I’ll give you a slap!”

“Go on then!”

Ada huffed and swung her broom, aiming for her annoying sister. Teddy ducked and laughed, “You’re too slow.”

“Teddy…” she sighed, “I don’t want to do this either and I don’t have the energy to fight you as well. Just shut up and get this done.”

“Fine. Go on then, work, unless you’re afraid you’ll break a fucking nail or something.”

That earned Teddy a firm smack around the head. Angrily, she picked up her bucket and threw its contents in Ada’s direction, instantly soaking her sister.

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE?!”

Aunt Polly came barging in the house after hearing Ada scream. Inside, she found a furious Teddy with one red cheek and an even more furious Ada, completely wet and dripping.

“I left you two alone for five fucking minutes,” she glared daggers, “and you can’t even behave for that long?”

Ada seemed to have found her composure again and grabbed another, dry, cigarette. “That’s what happens when you leave me with an actual fucking savage, Pol.”

“It’s not my fault! She started it!” Teddy fumed, “She called me an idiot and she does that all the time because she hates me!”

“Jesus Christ,” Polly lit a cigarette of her own, “Ada, go get changed and then you can continue the work outside. Teddy, you take over the sweeping. Probably my own fucking fault for thinking you could get along for half a day…”

With all the dignity she could muster in a soaked dress, Ada stalked off. Teddy picked up the broom and tried to avoid Polly’s eyes.

“I’ll have a word with her,” Polly said eventually, not without sympathy.

“Which is more than I’ll ever fucking have again,” Teddy spit.

“God,” Polly whispered to herself, “Why did you have to make them both so fucking stubborn?”

———

It was the evening after pay day, so all the pubs in Small Heath were filled to the brim. Normally, they didn’t serve women on their own, but Ada Shelby was the exception to the rule. Harry wouldn’t dare to refuse her.

“Here you go, Miss Shelby,” he said, as he handed her a drink.

She took it gratefully and went to sit down. The truth was, she was hoping to catch a glimpse of Freddie Thorne, but he hadn’t been in yet.

After fifteen minutes, she wanted another one and made her way over to the bar again. But the place was packed and it took too long for her liking. So, Ada went behind the bar and poured her own drink. Teddy watched her and smirked slightly. Deep down, she did admire her sister, simply because she wasn’t impressed by anything or anyone really.

At the same time, an older gentlemen strolled into the Garrison. He was dressed differently, looked like money, and had the confidence to match. Short as he was, he made up for it in attitude. Teddy didn’t know him and eyed him carefully.

Then he spotted Ada and made his way over. Leaning on the bar, he started talking to her, but Teddy couldn’t hear. She stood up and walked a little closer, while remaining invisible in the crowd.

“Come on, sweetheart, pretty girl like you all alone without a man?”

“Who says I am?” Ada shrugged, and Teddy could tell she was uncomfortable.

He smiled at her without humour, “How about I take you for a good time. You don’t want to be difficult, do you?”

Teddy frowned and felt the urge to spit at him. But instead she noticed how he was standing up on the little ledge of the bar, just a few inches off the ground. Cockily, he balanced on one leg, presumably to make up for the inches he lacked.

So the little girl grinned and just as he was telling Ada about all the things he had and could offer her, Teddy walked up to him and kicked him in the back of his knees. At once, he lost his balance and his legs buckled. And in one swift motion, he collapsed onto the bar and then fell flat on his arse.

The pub erupted in laughter.

Teddy joined in, but only got to celebrate her triumph for a few seconds. The man became furious and grabbed her, raising his hand to strike her. But before he could, Ada had grabbed a bottle and smashed it over his head. Afterwards, she calmly brushed the glass off her own coat and bit, “Now, piss off.”

“Yeah!” Teddy added, “Piss off!”

Ada looked down at her and grabbed her hand. She didn’t feel like waiting for what was to happen next, so she marched her little sister out of the pub.

Outside, neither said a word for a long time. Eventually, Ada was the first one to speak, “Would you mind explain what the bloody hell that was?”

Teddy shrugged, a little winded from having to run after Ada in her four inch heels, “I thought he was a bad man, so I didn’t want him to talk to you.”

Ada looked down at her strange little sister and felt a sudden surge of love for her, “He was a bad man. And I didn’t want him to talk to me.”

“Why?”

“Teddy… there are some good men out there…”

“Are there?”

“…but most of them are just bastards.”

Teddy pondered on that for a second, “How do you know which one is the not-bastard?”

Ada smiled, “Well, apparently, you already do. This one was not one of them.”

“So, you’re not mad at me for kicking him?” She tried carefully.

“Mad?” She laughed, “I thought it was bloody brilliant!”

Teddy smiled back up at Ada, beaming with pride.

“Thank you, Teddy, because for a moment, I did get scared.”

“I can come with you all the time, if you like!” her little sister quipped happily, “Keep watch for you?”

“That won’t be necessary, sweetheart, but I appreciate the offer.”

Casting her eyes down again, “Yeah, I know you don’t want me around…”

And quite abruptly, Ada stopped her in the streets, “Now wait a second, you strange little…” she quickly swallowed her words, “Teddy. Just because I don’t always like you, doesn’t mean I don’t love you. Do you understand?”

“No. That doesn’t make any sense.”

“Maybe not,” Ada marched on again and Teddy once again struggled to keep up, “but it will as soon as you find your own not-bastard!”

Teddy looked a little too pensive for Ada’s liking, so she said in her version of being comforting, “I’ll look out for you too and kick any man that gets to close, don’t worry.”

“What happened to you two?” Polly demanded, as her two nieces walked through the door.

“Nothing,” they both replied in unison.

Thomas looked from one to the other, “Tell me what happened.”

“We told you, Thomas, nothing happened,” Ada replied airily, while taking off her gloves.

“Teddy, you fucking tell me now.”

But even Teddy didn’t crumble under her brother’s piercing eyes this time. Instead, she looked up to Ada and said, “It’s nothing, Tommy. Just women’s business. Nothing for you to worry about.” She was now directly quoting her other female role model and Polly had no choice but to bend her head to hide her smile.

Ada smiled back at Teddy and left the room, with her little sister in tow.

“What the fuck was that?” Tommy sighed.

Polly replied, not without some smugness, “I believe that was a sisterly bond in action.”

“Should I be worried?”

“Yes.”

“Fucking hell,” he breathed, as he lit another cigarette.

Polly turned around to continue her work, “You’re outnumbered now, Thomas!”

Tommy tried to make a dismissive hand gesture, “There’s four of us, only two of them.”

“Yes, but they’re women, sweetheart, and women count for at least two men. Besides, they’re together now.”

This was all too much for the great leader of the Peaky Blinders to understand. There were some things, ‘women’s business’ as Teddy so elegantly had put it, that he tried to steer clear of. Still, he felt a pang of sadness over his little sister growing up. Maybe he was losing her.

“You won’t,” his aunt read his mind, “but you can’t protect her forever either.”

“If I can’t, who will?”

Polly smiled gently, “We will.”

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Masterlist

#peaky blinders #sister shelby #teddy shelby #Tommy Shelby #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders fluff #peaky blinders season 1 #Ada Shelby #shelby!sister #sister!shelby #the Shelby clan #ada thorne #Thomas Shelby #peaky blinders headcanon #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky #a sisterly bond

[dozing-marshmallow]

If you havent yet, could you consider making more of the chris nibling headcannons? :>

Shoutout to presofthepbnjbro for making the first chris’ nibling reader request on my blog that’s kept you all hooked since.💙

I had a special scenario in mind for this one! Have fun reading!

CHRIS MCLEAN X NIBLING! READER HEADCANONS (PART 5)

It was an easy day with Chris on his island, happily spending a school break with him.

You were sitting on his sofa, watching TV, when your whole sight is covered by darkness.

“Ah!” On instinct, your hands shoot up to mend your eyesight, just for the source of this unpredicted darkness to come from Chris’ hands.

Your uncle gives a hearty laugh at your reaction,“Greetings nibling! It’s a glorious afternoon, the sun is shining and I was hoping you’d want to come outside to spare yourself the brain rot.“ he dramatised with words so light from his dark vocabulary, fingers tapping rhythmically on the sofa. 

He wants to show you something.

“Okay!” You switched the TV off and skip with him in curiosity.

Outside was shining. Hairs of grass tickle your ankles and the golden ball kissed your skin. Where Chris was walking, you grasp a large shadow of a thing you’ve never seen before.

Getting closer, the little voice in your head blasted off,“Chris! Is that a trampoline?”

“Yep!” he held his hand out to it,“(Chef) just set it up. Not too shabby, huh? All ours.” you adored how he phrased it- ours. Like he too is going to be utilising the garden equipment like a child.

You ran around the width of it,“Woahhh! It’s so large!” Larger than any trampoline you’ve seen! Screw watching TV, this thing is a dream! “Thank you, uncle Chris!”

“Take your shoes off before you go in.” He instructed, a rare time where he took his status as uncle formally.

“Yes, yes!” You tear your sneakers off and jovially crawl into the opening of the trampoline. You get to your feet and begin jumping instantly.

A little bit after, Chris took his shoes off and joined you inside, zipping the portal down shut.

“Chris! We should have a password!” You suggest, jumping area to area in squeaks.

“Smart idea! Whatever should we make it?” He evaluated, copying,“Can’t make it my or your bday, that’s too easy...”

“How about my mom’s birthday? No one could know that!” 

How untroubled you are!,“Oooo! She wouldn’t like that, but it’s a great password! You get extra points for brutal honesty!”

“It’ll help her remember it too!” You came stationary, as he gave a rush of unexpected laughter,“You can do those cool things people do on the trampoline, right? The uh, you know when you do a rolly polly in the air?” You didn’t know the name for it.

“Oh! You mean this-“ Chris hops to the middle and warmed up his jumps to gradually get heavier before he set off upside down into the air and stuck the landing back on his feet.

“Woahhhhh!” You ensured you did not blink the entire time. It looked too amazing to be real!,“Again, again!”

So he does to your admiration, the second time being more captivating. You wanna learn how to do that!

“Look at this!” For now, it’s your turn to show Chris he wasn’t the only one with trampolining tricks. 

As you were about to showcase, however, he gave an unkind jump, screwing the balance of the trampoline’s gravity thus causing you to fall onto the fabric.

“Chriiiis...” you whine in your forced cross legged position.

“Sorry, sorry!” He laughed, helping you up,“Go on, inspire me.”

“Ahem.” let’s try this again. You jump enough power to do a successful back landing.

“Wow!” Chris cheers.

“Wait wait.” you point, jumping again, this time doing swivel hips transitioning into front landing.

“Way to go!” After he watched you do your thing, Chris does another free act of acrobatics, springing an idea to mind.

“Chris! Let’s play trampoline tag!” you mischievously smiled.

“Oh?” He had one of his own,“Bring it!”

“Kay!” You hold your finger to his chest,“Tag! You’re it!” 

You were about to turn around and start hopping when he lightly shoved you on your back,“Tag! You’re itt!”

Cue the chase!

Man this trampoline really was the best for a game of tag! You caught him a few times and slipped on multiple occasions; as of now, you were back to being tag!

It didn’t help that he had a larger mass than you, meaning every now and then, he’d raise a really forceful jump that’d send you flying on his landing, buying himself more time.

“Oof!”

“Hehe!”

A lot of times, both nibling and uncle had to use the walls of the safety net to redirect.

You can see he’s getting tired... You’re gaining on him... You’re gonna get him!

“Timeout!” He holds one hand horizontal on top of his other vertical hand, panting.

“Heyy! No fair, you can’t do that!” You scold him, beads of sweat falling from your face. He was right there!

“Can!...Never said anything about it!” He backed up in glee, sliding down near the zipper, keeping his hands rigid.

You humph,“What did...you need a break for anyway?” A seagull flew by.

“It’s drawing close to lunchtime-” He uses a hand to cover his yawning mouth, taking this to use your hand to tap him.

“Tag.”

“You got me.” His normal chuckle slightly hoarse from dehydration,“Seriously though, we should grab a bite and a drink. We’ve been out here for a wh-ile. You up for ordering pizza?” you couldn’t imagine a way for him to enliven you any more!

Anticipatory against your sore limbs boosts you to exit the trampoline. Goodness, the rewarding convenience reminds you of what the contestants must’ve felt every time their labour was worth it. Those teenagers...

You hope somewhere, wherever they were, they got to make the most of today like you were right now!

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[saintsir4n]

19

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF WAR

1914

"YOU'VE got a what?" Finn asked, the expecting couple.

Isaiah's gasped, "In where?"

Days had passed since the celebratory drink in honour of another Shelby baby and the boys were still confused about all of it, so Tommy and Eden pulled them aside from their learnings to explain as much as possible, considering he and his brothers would be leaving in very soon.

"How is a baby in there?" Isaiah turned to his best friend.

"Sex," Finn answered, despite not knowing what he was saying.

The couple looks at each other in shock watching the two interact.

"How does he..." Eden was too stunned so Tommy took over.

"Boys, Eden's got a baby in her tummy, just like Martha did –"

"-- she might again," Eden mumbled, luckily only Tommy heard but she gave him an 'I'll tell you later' look and he continued.

"The baby will come when I'm not here, so you two need to be on your best behaviour," Tommy instructed, leaning down as they stared up at him with their innocent faces, "no messin' around, no gettin' on her nerves, just be good, alright?"

His words went straight over their heads, "Does that mean I still get sweets?" Finn asked no one in particular.

Tommy pinched the bridge of his nose, "Finn you've been told you're gonna be an uncle for the second time and you're worrying about sweets."

The Shelby boy awaited an answer.

"Yes, you'll get sweets Finny and another niece," Eden reassured him.

His brows pinched together, "What's that?"

Finn understood that he was an uncle but nothing more than that.

"Is it a girl?" Isaiah questioned, folding his arms, when he received a nod, the boys exchanged grimaces, "Ewww."

Immediately they ran off and went back to their books, leaving the couple alone.

"What the fuck?" Eden blinked rapidly.

Tommy took her hand, before palming her stomach once again.

"Now that's done, let's go," he said, nodding to the basket on the floor.

"But what's up with 'em?"

"Fuck knows."

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Two days, the lads were leaving in two days. Tommy's heart hammered in his chest at the thought, nevertheless, he promised Eden a perfect day, filled with chocolate slices, sandwiches and a flask of tea. She wore the sweetest frock she could dig out of her closet, it was cheery red, matching the colour of her lips. He adorned a crease-free shirt which was concealed by his favourite navy blue jumper, his shoes were polished, and the gifted horseshoe and box were in his slacks.

Despite not carrying his gun with him, he decided the blades in his cap would suffice and along with the knife he knew that clung to Eden's thigh, they would be safe.

They rode Shadow once again, this time Eden was much more relaxed and free, the light wind combed through Tommy's hair and luckily didn't move a strand of hers, being that she styled it into a low bun.

After tying the horse to a nearby tree, they found the spot overlooked the city, allowing them to spread out the blanket and sit down, basking in the heat.

The sun felt like hot kisses against Eden's skin, leaving her with tints of amber, drawing Tommy's attention as he pulled out all the food he'd spent making up that morning. She was everything he dreamt of and more, the very thing that he yearned for in both body and spirit, she challenged him in ways he hated to love and often drove him to madness, but brought him back with only the right sequence of words. Eden bloody Dawkins, she was his home.

"What?" she felt his stare.

Tommy simply cocked his head to the side, raising his brow at her as a smile tugged at his lips.

"Aren't I simply a dream Tom?" she teased, winking at the man.

"That you are my love."

Eden bashfully laughed at his response and started to dig into the spread, she carved anything and everything, the previous night she'd woken up Tommy so he could make her some rose tea, he didn't have a clue of what she was on about and cautiously told his aunt about it. Polly wasn't pleased with being pulled out of her slumber but aided him anyway.

"How's the little one treatin' ya?" he gently palmed the slight swell of her stomach.

"Can't feel much, bumps don't show properly for another two months," when you're away, she wanted to add, but decided not to, "nausea's died down for now."

"Can see that," he nodded to a half-eaten sandwich in her hand, making her snort.

"And you can say it's a girl, Tom unless you don't believe your aunt," she gave him a pointed look.

"I believe her, things might change, just being realistic."

"'Cause you want a boy?"

"Did I say that?" his hand didn't leave her stomach as he picked up the flask.

"Y'know she's a girl, so you're not havin' a peaky blinder," she narrowed her eyes at him, "but by the grace of god, we have a boy he ain't becomin' a blinder Thomas alright? Promise me." he shrugged, making her hit his forehead, "You promised a perfect day so promise me."

He nodded after gulping down some tea, "Alright, I promise... if it's a boy he ain't becoming a blinder," he paused, "I'll make sure he goes to London and becomes one of those established toffs."

She scrunched up her face, "Ugh, I think I'd prefer a blinder."

They both started to laugh, but in truth wanted a bright future for their child, their children, not wanting them to be subjected to the same misfortunes they inherited, but it was a lot to ask for, let alone dream about. Money could change a lot, but it couldn't change blood.

"You thought of any names?" she asked, as he rested his head in her lap.

His eyes fluttered shut, "A few."

She gently patted him, "Spill."

He inhaled sharply, "It's a lot to ask..."

"Go on."

"Somethin' to do with my mum," his reply had her intrigued.

"Mara Shelby," he stiffly nodded at her mention, "it's a pretty name," she said smiling.

"Esme too," he added, recalling how he and John were up a couple of nights ago talking about it. Arthur joined in, and so did Ada before they passed out in the front room.

"Esmerelda," she liked how it rolled off her tongue.

He chuckled before saying the next, "Pollyanna, but don't tell Pol 'bout that."

"Secret safe with me," she giggled.

"You thought of any?"

"Nothing's come to mind, none have felt right, my mum told me that she spent months thinkin' of what to call me and then changed her mind on the day," she said, combing her hand through his thick locks.

"Really?"

"Yeah, spontaneous thing right?"

"Sounds it," as a man who made part of their child, he didn't want to influence Eden too much with the name of the baby, but the fact she was taking his input made him grateful.

"Just picturing the little girl, runnin' 'round, with a dog chasing her..." her eyes fluttered shut at the image.

"A dog, what one?" he questioned, envisioning the image also, it made his heart swell.

"Bullmastiff," she breathed out.

His eyes fluttered open. "Those big dogs?"

"Yeah, family dogs apparently, but can be brutal when needs be," she continued with the vision, believing it would be the perfect addition to the home they already dreamt of.

"Ballmastiff it is, anything else Mrs Shelby?" and with that question her eyes snapped open, glancing down at the smirking man.

She swallowed the lump at the back of her throat, "Not Mrs. Shelby yet, haven't even popped the question."

"That's true," Tommy sat up, then rose on one knee, rendering Eden to softly chuckle behind her shaking hand, "Now, I was gonna do this a while ago, back when I got permission from your parents. And yes even your dad gave me 'is blessin', a shock to me and all, but I promised I wasn't gonna fuck this up, and I'm not am I?"

"No, you aren't, keep it up."

"Been thinkin' of all the ways I was gonna ask you this, dreamin', talkin' talk my self 'bout how I was gonna ask you to be my wife, did it so often Pol thought 'bout 'avin' me admitted," a teary laugh escaped her at his confession. "So I thought what would my Edie do when she's stuck? She'd write it down wouldn't ya love?"

"I would," she admitted.

"But I couldn't do that," he jokily tutted, making her laugh even more, "I scrapped the paper and thought speakin' from the heart was better, even though I think I'm doin' a crap job at it, but you're smilin'" her smile reached her teary eyes, making his heart hammer once more, "best smile I've ever seen, the brightest too," his voice cracked slightly, "and a great woman once said 'you have to be a bright ball of fire to be seen' and I've never not seen you, Eden. You're everything to me, my bright ball of hope, Christ how sappy is that?"

"Keep goin'" She softly nudged him, despite her tears.

"Oh right," he reached into his back pocket, "even before that little one starting growin' inside you, I was gonna propose. We speak about the future and mine wouldn't be right — it couldn't be without you in it. You've always been in it, so Eden Mary Dawkins would you –"

"Yes," she practically fell into his arms, covering his face with kisses.

"Darlin' I 'aven't shown you the ring yet or properly asked the question."

"Fine, ask me," she playfully rolled her eyes, not letting go of him.

"Will you marry me?"

"Yes, it was always gonna be yes," she exclaimed.

An uncharacteristically wide smile broke out on his face as he produced a small box, but that didn't stop her from kissing him and he immediately kissed back, flooding her with feelings that burst through his chest and she did the same, swirling his mouth with the joy that took over her.

Pulling away, he presented her with a ring, that she squealed out, much to his shock, sure it shone in the sunlight, but he didn't think it was much, in honesty he thought she would hate it, but it was the best he could do.

"Brought it for cheap, don't be mad," he said, settling down onto the blanket again.

Her brows furrowed slightly, "And why would I be mad?"

"You deserved better."

"It's perfect," she wasted no more time and slid it onto her finger.

She even laughed when he fitted his cap onto her head.

My secret blinder, he thought.

She wouldn't stop looking at the ring, so he took his time to speak again, "I want us to have the best weddin', but can't do it now only when I come back, so promise me you'll tell people we're married."

"For protection?..."

"Exactly, protection, our little Shelby needs it, just like you," he and his family agreed to it as well, making sure to spread the word that they'd wed, so no one questioned it. Even asking Jeremiah to pretend he performed the ceremony and Polly to put together a fake marriage certificate.

"'Course," she smiled at him, watching as he slipped on a wedding band of his own. "Should we make up our own vows then?"

"If you want," he couldn't stop smiling.

"Well, I... promise to be loyal to you, always, mind body and soul."

He let out a nervous chuckle, "Not to love ey?"

"You can love someone and hurt 'em right?" she blurted out, eyes widening at the words she spoke. It was out of experience she wanted to be cautious, she loved Tommy and he loved her, but the future they planned wouldn't be plane sailing. "I promise to always love you, also, but loyalty, our loyalty to each other can't be brought, or made, it was always there, alright?"

Tommy couldn't disagree despite himself.

"I promise to be loyal to you, always, mind body and soul."

They sealed that vow with a kiss, arguably far more meaningful and sacred than the last.

The sun brightened, bearing witness to the faux wedding, shining down on their rings with its harsh rays, before Tommy turned to whisper something to her bump, putting on voices for his daughter to hear, making his fiancé laugh at his utter foolishness as she ran her fingers through his hair. Thirty weeks left of her pregnancy to go and Tommy had to make the most of this moment, imagining what their child would look like before she popped out.

He was about to go through the flames of war, but right now all he could think of was his family, and how he would make sure to cherish them, despite how little time he had.

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a/n:

for a while, i was trying to figure out how far along eden is and she's roughly two months pregnant, give or take a week.

we all know when it comes to tommy loyalty is more vital than love, merely because he's committed atrocities in the name of love and family, so he's really not one to be trusted.

how did you find this chapter? the proposal? the happiness between teden?

next time chapter will be the last before the epilogue and bonus chapter, guys so might want to bring some tissues.

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[thomasshelbydrabbles]

The Spy (10/?)

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Adeline Taylor (OC)

Warnings: period typical sexism, series typical violence, period typical views of PTSD, period typical racism, blood and gore, angst, sexual situations, infertility, loss of child

Summary: The morning after Adeline's reunited with the Shelby's, she learns more about what happened while she was away.

**Note: This is a series, so you should read The School Teacher and The Messenger first if you want to understand everything.**

Word Count: 2543

Author’s Note: I know it’s been forever. Life has been crazy. Let me know if you want added to the tag list.

Arrow House, 1924

Adeline woke before the sun. Tommy’s arms tightened around her, pulling her further into his body. A smile, small and fragile, spread across her lips. This moment felt perfect. So many things could have gone wrong last night. They’d been fighting on the back foot since she’d left the Darby years ago. She hated it. Waiting. Biding her time. Felt too much like the war, like that scared girl desperatly trying to hold the frayed edges of her sanity together. The girl who somehow thought things would get better, thought that she’d get better. When things inevitably went bad - quite bad given the various pieces currently on the board - she would remember the stillness of this moment. Tommy pressed a kiss to the back of her neck. 

“Why are you awake?

His voice was a sleep-rough whisper against her skin. 

“Didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep.” 

She tried to shuffle forward in the bed. Tommy’s arms tightened, the sheets rustling as his body shuffled closer.

“Where are you goin’?”

“Hush. I’m going out to the stables. You’re still half asleep.”

Before she could move further, she found herself underneath a suddenly wide-awake Thomas Shelby. She blinked up at his blue eyes, allowing herself to drown in them. His hands on her body grounding her, reminding her that this was real. 

“Not waking up without you in me bed, Adeline. Not again.”

Her heart clenched. This pain she understood though because she shared it. Each morning she’d woken up without Tommy had broken a small piece of her. The longer she’d been with Sidney, the more she’d feared that so many small, broken pieces would add up to her whole self being destroyed long before they were reunited. Cupping his face with her hand she smiled up at him. 

“Then get up. I’m going to go visit my horse.” 

Tommy laughed as he leaned down, pressed a kiss to her lips. She felt the smile in it. 

“Sound like a Shelby with statements like that.”

“As good as. We’re stronger together,” Adeline admitted. The truth felt like glass in her throat, but she’d resolved to stop lying to herself. Everything Alfie had told her, everything she knew, but was terrified to admit to herself crystalized in that moment. Being apart had nearly killed her. Had nearly killed the family. Remaining together had to be better. “I don’t like it - I know the danger I putting you, the boys - Polly, everyone in. My waking nightmare from the war followed me home, and like an idiot, I brought it to your doorstep. It frightens me more than anything, but I learned my lesson. We Shelby’s are a formidable family when we’re united. It’s the best way to keep the nightmares at bay.” 

Tommy didn’t respond. His eyes never wavered and she found herself once again lost in the blue of them. How she’d managed to breathe without seeing his face might just prove her mother correct about God and miracles. Silently, Tommy lifted himself from the bed and Adeline found herself entranced by the feline grace with which he moved. She wet her bottom lip with her tongue, and caught the way Tommy’s gaze darkened when he caught it. 

“Go see to your horse before I change me mind and keep you wrapped up in bed all day,” Tommy ordered, a frown on his face. 

As though recognizing that a sort of fragile peace had descended upon the Shelby household, the skies were a clear blue when Adeline walked to the stables. The air still had a bite to it, but she enjoyed the way it smelled. Not all countryside smelled the same. When she’d been with Sidney, there’d been plenty of fresh air, plenty of countryside, but it smelled of France, of fucking Russia. Nothing smelled like England, and here at Arrow House, she could still catch the faintest whiff of Birmingham in the air. Of course, when she’d first told Tommy that years ago, he’d laughed, then frowned and threatened to find a new house, one without the stench of “fuckin’ Birmingham” tainting it. When she’d told him she quite liked the way it smelled because it signaled home to her, he’d fucked her there in the open for God and all to see. He’d spent the rest of the day picking random pieces of grass from her hair. 

“There’s my girl,” Adeline said, a note of reverence in her tone. “Have you missed me? The lads been taking good care of you?” 

Renata nickered at her, nosed against her hand. She knew Curly had taken excellent care of the horse. As Tommy’d told her, he was part horse himself. Adeline chuckled as she pulled a quartered apple from her pocket. Holding the treat up, she smiled at Renata who gummed it into her mouth. 

“There now, see? I know better than to come back empty-handed,” Adeline told her as she passed another piece of apple along. As apologies went, she still found it ridiculous, but given her current circumstance, she wondered if presenting each member of the Shelby household with a horse of their own would help smooth things over for her. Maybe two horses. And an apple. 

Walking to the tack neatly sorted along the back wall, she felt Renata’s eyes on her, a small smile on her face at the knowledge. Adeline shook her head; the horse was just like Tommy in that way, always watching her. Selecting a brush from the wall, she tested the fibers against the palm of her hand before taking it back to the stall. Letting herself in, she slowly trailed her hand down Renata’s back, up to her neck; made sure to scratch behind her ears before beginning to brush her. Adeline found the routine calming. The mindlessness of the task allowed her brain to still, at least for a moment. 

For a while, she’d had a horse in France, well, it wasn’t exactly hers, but she’d had unfettered access to him, and they’d bonded. Of course, one morning when she’d gone out to the stables to greet him, the 14-hand midnight black Andalusian was gone. Glancing down at Renata, she blinked back tears. Asking about that black horse never crossed her mind back then. Like so many things during the war, the horse existed in a state of ephemerality. Part of why she liked Birmingham was that it was so opposite - nothing changed, not anything of significance.  

“He almost shot her one night,” John’s voice broke the peace of the moment. 

Adeline’s hands stilled as his words registered. Spinning on her heel to face him, she knew her face must be a mess of emotions. “What?” 

“Tom got drunk, well, he was always fuckin’ drunk, but this night was different. Been ‘bout six months since you’d abandoned ‘im, abandoned us. Pol, well, she’d taken to followin’ ‘im ‘round, makin’ sure he didn’t do nothin’ foolish. Saw him wavin’ his pistol ‘round like a bloody lunatic. Got to ‘im just in time, too. She hauled him by his ear back into the house. Me ‘n Arthur put him to bed.” 

Her grip on the brush tightened, knuckles turning white. She opened her mouth, but what the fuck could she say? 

“Didn’t think ‘bout it at the time, but Michael and Isaiah went down to London. Nothin’ too strange ‘bout that now, not with Alfie, but there’d been this weird fight at the Garrison ‘round that time, too. They didn’t go to London, though, did they?” 

Adeline shook her head. Turning away from Renata, she left the stable, ignoring the way her hands trembled. Facing the tack wall, she walked to it, placed the brush back, and grabbed a set of tack. Draping them over the stall door, she attempted to gather her thoughts. Leaving had been nearly impossible. As though she’d left her skin behind, and only her bones had gone with Sidney that day. Coming back felt impossible. Stepping back into the skin she’d left behind impossible. The parts didn’t fit together anymore. Her bones had been warped into something different. She hadn’t expected anyone to make it easy for her. Knew they’d each take their pound of flesh, but John’s reaction seemed deeper. Like he was working out his demons on her. If that’s what he needed, then she’d let him take it, but she’d get around to discovering what was truly bothering him. Later. Once he’d worked it all out on her. If nothing else, her skin was thick. 

“You Shelby’s have all created this fuckin’ perfect image of me, even though you’ve only known this version of me, but John,” Adeline paused, took a breath. “Sidney - he’s seen so much more of me. Second only to Alfie, and even then it would be a coin toss difference. Sidney…broke parts of me, stole parts that I’ll never get back because time doesn’t fix everything. I couldn’t risk him breaking any of you because the thought of what he might do, what he could do to any of you - those thoughts keep me up at night.”

She watched his brow furrow. Saw him take the toothpick from his mouth, then stick it right back in as though he’d forgotten what he’d meant to do with it in the first place. She understood.

“Sounds like you’re scared of ‘im.” 

“Aye.” 

“Not like you to be scared of someone.” 

Adeline laughed bitterly. “Oh John-boy, it’s very like me to be scared of Sidney. Been scared of him since the day we met. I work hard to hide it, to pretend it’s not true because it would give him a sort of power over me that I cannot abide, but I still think he knows. Pretty sure he enjoys it. Can’t blame him for it. You’d enjoy it too if you knew you were the only person in the whole bloody world that terrified Arke.”

John became so still that Adeline wondered if he was even breathing. “What did he do to you, Addie?”

Tears burned in her eyes. She blinked furiously to hold them back. Damn Shelby’s. Still, she squared her shoulders and faced him. She’d promised no more running.

“You were in the war,” Adeline spoke, the words harsh. “What do you think he did to a naive young woman to transform her into the most whispered-about weapon the British had during the war? I was the shadow behind every nightmare. I was the warning tale whispered about in corridors. I’ve blood on my hands, John - so much of it I could fill the Thames.” 

Adeline’s shoulders sagged. She abandoned the pretense of saddling Renata and closed the stall firmly behind her. When she’d first come back, when Alfie’d found her, she’d dream about it - those first days with George - Sidney. How Alfie had known to provide her with some training, to teach her how to survive during their sojourn to Calais…it didn’t matter, but she’d owe him for that until the day she died. 

“I thought he was dead,” Adeline whispered, words caught in her throat. “Killed a lot of men to make sure I died with him. That Arke died with him. That day at the races - he was there. Like a ghost. Like a nightmare. But I couldn’t wake up from this one. Not this time. Me luck had run out.” 

“Should have trusted us to help you.” 

Oh how she wanted to slap him. Instead, she closed her hand into a fist, and clenched her jaw so tightly it ached. “You’re not fuckin’ listening.”

John shook his head. “You and Tom both treat the rest of us like bloody bin-men. Just good enough for a fuckin’ catch and ferry. Do this. Kill ‘im. Collect the money.” 

“Men like Sidney don’t bother with bin-men, John.” 

“I don’t need you bloody well protectin’ me all the time.” 

“Good thing I don’t do it for you. I’m a fuckin’ selfish woman, John boy. I protect you, I do everything I can think of to keep you, all of you, safe because I wouldn’t survive your loss. Hate me if you need to,” Adeline nodded. “Dead men don’t hate. Dead men are just dead.” 

John didn’t respond. He kept looking at her though. Like every other man in her life, she wondered what he looked for, what he saw. She didn’t ask. Tried to avoid asking questions she didn’t want answered. She knew, now - years too late, of course, what Sidney meant about having weaknesses. Not only had she failed to kill the one person who could destroy her without actually taking her life, she’d brought him a whole family to use against her. Maybe it was cowardly of her to want to keep them all safe, keep them for herself, keep them away from Sidney and his machinations. Perhaps John was right, too. Doubting them, doubting their skill, their ability to stay alive, to fight - it was both insulting and dangerous. A thin line between knowing they’re the Peaky Blinders scared of nothing and no one, and getting themselves killed for being fools. They were all fools in the end. 

After long moments, John nodded his head. He took the tack from her and walked over to Renata. Adeline followed him, watched the way he ran his hands over her flank, teased her nose with his fingers. Like Tommy, he seemed a natural with the horse. 

“You know Linda’s your fault,” John said as though commenting on the weather. 

Adeline smirked, thankful for the ceasefire. Seemed she might get her family back in spite of her missteps and Sidney’s continued fucking existence. 

“My fault?”

John nodded. “Arthur fell apart when you left. Snow.” 

Adeline cursed under her breath. 

“Not sure even Arthur remembers how he met Linda, but one day she was just there. Thought Pol was gonna take her tongue the first time they met with the way Linda was goin’ on ‘bout God and damnnation, but then Arthur started gettin’ better. Less snow. Less drinkin’. ‘Course he had a woman at home tellin’ him exactly what to eat, when to sleep - when to work, or not work.”

“What’s she got to do with business?”

“Nothin’,” John told her with a shake of his head. “She doesn’t believe in what we do. Don’t mind livin’ on the money Arthur brings home, but she convinced Arthur to only work during the day. See, the devil works at night, and she calls what we do the devil’s work. Has him home each night for supper.”

Adeline snorted. “We both know it’s not supper she wants him home for.” 

“Figured as much. Since Arthur wouldn’t make anything official with you gone, figured she’d be looking for other ways to attach herself to the family.” 

Adeline froze, a whole new type of terror gripping her. Everything about Linda made her want to shoot the woman between the eyes and be done with it, but if she’d kept Arthur alive while she’d been…away, then perhaps she owed the woman an opportunity to fall in line. But, she knew women like Linda. Been raised by one. 

“If she gets pregnant I’ll throw her in the Cut myself soon as the babe’s born.”

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[deadmomjokes]

For anyone interested, following up on that preschool dance time incident, I have finally put together a playlist of my child's (current) favorite songs.

I have, over past few months of building this list and in the past few days of pruning it of old tracks she's not into anymore, asked her the name of each song, the artist, and what she thinks about it. These are her responses.

Time of your life by the band singer called Greeeeeeen Day SHHH NO DON'T TALK THAT'S MY SONG I WANNA HEAR IT!!! *sings along with shocking accuracy*

Middle by Jimmy in the World I think maybe it's about a roller coaster, and you have to be patient too. 'Cause see, it says "It just takes some time," so now you have to wait, and be patient.

PAIN by 'Magine Dragons I'm a freight train named PAIN! So this is my song. ^_^

Gimme that Fire OOOOOOEEEOOOO by.... um... i don't know this guy You know, you should not touch fire, it's HOT. Also, don't say gimme, you can say please, that's more polite.

Polaroid by 'Magine Dragons *too busy singing along to offer commentary*

Here Comes the Sun doo-doo-doo-doo by I don't know, that's a singer but probably I don't know their name I think that's about how it's okay, so don't worry. See? 'It's alright.' So it's alright!

It's the Hotdog Song! by It's Green Day too! This one is really called Polly Anna, but its picture is a hotdog on the music website on the computer, so it makes me think of hotdogs. I think this one is for being optimistic! *thumbs up* YEAH!

Record Player by Um.... It's the guys that sing it, and a girl sings it too What is a record player? Why did she dyed her hair green? 🤔 Oh, he says he's in the elevator, I like to go on elevators too. 😊

Be Careful by I don't know who sings that, I just like it because it says "be careful," and it's good to be careful. It's a dramatic song, so you have to do a dramatic dance. Like BALLET. *the most dramatic ballet dancing you've ever seen*

BONES by That's 'Magine Dragons, too. I think I like 'Magine Dragons a LOT. Magic isn't real, but this is a being determined song. *muscle arms*

I don't know what this one's called, but I think the band is Green Day, because it sounds like that. This one's got the big drums that are really loud, and that's why it's a rock song. I like rock songs, they're DETERMINED.

Am A Mess by A. J. R? He maybe needs a bath if he is messy... [see also] I like that funny whistle sound.

Astronaut in the Ocean (that's a rap song) by *shrug* That's really silly, because astronauts go to space, not the ocean. I think he needs a spaceship instead. Maybe he's lost and that's why he's in the ocean instead of space.

The Stick Song by Um... Mama? Who does sing this one? Stick is not a season-- the seasons are like winter and summer-- but it is a fun song. *proceeds to do a tappy kicky dance* [see also] You should probably not drink alcohol-- some people like to drink it, but it can make you real sick in your brain and your tummy-- so I think he needs juice instead. Maybe his friends will bring some for Christmas.

Shotgun by That guy also sings the other song we heard in the car, and he has a deep voice that is ~calm~ It must be hot where he's going, because he says 'hot sun' a lot. But what does "feelin like a someone" means...? 🤔

Daylight by The Guy Who Sings It It says 'running from the daylight,' but the daylight is just the sun, and you can't run away from the sun because it's all over, so maybe he just likes to stay inside until it is night. Yeah, that's what that means.

Paint the Town Red by Lady Rap Singer There is a part with a rap- a girl rap singer, because most rap singers are boys but she's a girl- and she says UGH like something is yucky. I like that part. But why does she say UGH?

SUNYOOF by ???? It is called SunROOF, but it sounds like he says sunYOOF, so I call it sunyoof. And we have a sunroof in our car, so I like this song in the car the most.

Cruel Summer by Taylor Swift I don't know how the summer is crool, but that's just what it says. [see also] WHAT? Blue is not a shape! *thinks* My body is shaped like arms and legs, not blue....

Liddle Bit of Sunshine by One-Re-Public, that's also who sings the song Counting Stars Mama, when it says SUNSHINE you gotta open the sunroof because it says 'throwing up the shade for a little bit of sunshine," so you gotta let in the sunshine, okay?

Young by Miley Cyrus *also too busy singing along with shocking clarity to make comments*

Antee Heeeero by Taylor Swift I don't know why she says she's a monster on a hill, because she's just a girl.

The one with the deedle-ee-deedle-ee-dee-dee guitar thing by *still busy playing air banjo* I think this one is about being patient, because he says he's gonna wait, and that takes a LONG time. And it has a good harmonies, that's the part where it's like a duet, only lots of guys sing so it goes "ooooooo" together, and then the guitar thingy goes like *kicking and flailing* like that!

I think she's got a future in writing music reviews, js

#music #adventures of bean #i love my kid so much guys #she's the coolest little person i know #and her worldview is just so refreshing and delightful #rock songs ARE determined you're right baby!! #and a well-played banjo DOES feel like *joyful kicking and flailing* #Spotify

[rysko]

Kings of Spades - Part 2 l Luca Changretta x M!OC

Summary: Juliusz really isn't looking forward toward talking to the Shelby family, before he does that however, he visits an old acquaintance before leaving London.

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Warnings: Peaky-typical swearing

A/N: Couldn't wait till next week to post the second chapter here, since the first one is just a bit of a taste. There isn't much Luca here, but he'll be back next time with a blast :* Make sure to have fun! Juliusz isn't having any! <333

The only sound in the hotel room is the echo of a door crashing.

“Dovremmo mandare qualcuno a seguirlo?” Matteo suggests, looking at the closed door.

“No,” Luca says, almost too fast. “I’ve got my own eyes on him.”  He steals a look through the window, and a cruel smile graces his face as he sees Ferenz’s state. It’s pointless to send someone after him now, Changretta’s men won’t get through to Small Heath. 

Now it’s three people in the Shelby family he’s got a hold on, well, maybe two and a half, Michael Gray can’t rally do scrap tied to a bed. But both Polly and Julius are willing to put Tommy out of his misery for the boy’s safety, so he’ll keep a special eye on him. Especially since even the lawyer seems to care for the Gray boy, despite them not being related, maybe he could be of use after all… 

One of his men walked in, Angelo, as far as he could remember, a more distant cousin of his. He laid down a stack of papers on Luca’s desk, amongst many others.

“They were supposed to be here an hour ago.” Changretta picks up one of the files and points it at Angelo.

“We had trouble with the cops, stopped us to check documents.” He replies, almost too casually. Luca only mumbled something under his nose in Italian, dismissing his soldier.

Left alone in the room, the last strands of the evening sun peek through the thick curtains and fall on an old file.

JULIUSZ T. FERENZ

Luca opens it with a small hum, takes a sip of barely tolerable English coffee, and starts reading.

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He was lucky to put in a favour from Solomons, though it was less of a usual favour and more of a “please let me get myself presentable and get me a train to Birmingham without asking any questions” favour. Surprisingly, one of his workers only shrugged and let him in the bakery the lawyer used to work at. As soon as Juliusz came in, Solomons greeted him in his usual work attire. The Pole smiled at him slightly as his ex-boss patted him on his back way too hard for his wounded body. 

“You look like shit, mate.” Solomons poured him a hefty amount of rum, which Juliusz gratefully took and downed in one gulp, to Alfies’ disapproval. 

“I know.” He sighed.

“And I mean, more like shit than usual, because usually you look like a normal shit, the kind of shit that a healthy dog leaves, you know? It’s still crap, but it’s healthy and presentable.” Alfie rambles, as usual. “Now y’look like a shit that you step on a rainy fucking day, you can see bits of blood on it and everything.” He points lazily in Juliusz’s direction.

“I…have no comment.” He sighs, though smiling unwillingly, feeling oddly at home in this illegal distillery. How he missed the chaos and the sheer utter madness Alfie Solomons gave to the table. All those years ago when Juliusz came to Britain, working for a group of Jewish gangsters wasn’t on his list, but that’s what happens when money from defending petty criminals and women that want to divorce their shitty husbands isn’t enough. Because of Alfie Solomons, he then saw an opportunity at Shelby Company Limited, which could finally let him be a registered law advisor, while still having satisfying profits.

“Well that’s fucking unusual mate, you are supposed to give comments, no? It’s all you learn in lawyer school, right.” This earned a snort from Juliusz.

“I guess you can say that.” He was feeling slightly better, maybe because of the rum slowly warming up his body, or the distraction in the form of a conversation with Alfie.

“So what, we stitch you up real nice and send you back to the man that took my best lawyer away from me? What’s Tommy got you up to in London anyway, looks like you got jumped or what?” He rambled on, and Juliusz felt he didn’t have the right head for comprehending everything Alfie said, despite the monologues being welcome, he felt a migraine coming.

“I had some personal business, Mr. Solomons, nothing you should worry about.” He let out. God, he’s so fucking tired. He feels like he can’t look down, or else he’ll see bloody hands and bruises, which is nothing good to see if he doesn’t want to have a breakdown in front of his ex-employer.

“Oh, of course, be my fucking guest mate, you show up at my door looking like a used-up ladies' pad and I'll turn a fucking blind eye, sure,” Alfie grumbled in an exaggerated voice as he took out a rag from his apron, downing it in the same rum he offered Juliusz beforehand. “That was sarcasm on my part.” He clarified shortly before reaching and tapping the rag over some deeper wounds on his ex-employee's face, hands, and upper body.

“Yes, yes I know.” Juliusz flinched each time he felt the cold material on his skin. “As much as I appreciate your help, I got this, if it calms you, I’ll make sure Thomas gets wind of what happened. He’ll send you compensation for materials and the train ticket from my paybook.”

“A few pounds’ worths of rag and rum aren’t hurting my pocket, mate. You saved me thousands in legal fees back in the day anyway, right, like when these fuckers from the government-” Juliusz drowned out every possible sound as he closed his eyes, only feeling the occasional wet feeling of a rum-drenched rag and the low rumble of a friends’ voice.

A longer moment passed between them, after which, Juliusz felt a few pats on his knee.

“All set, you’ll live another day, eh fancypants?” Alfie looked at him with his usual raised eyebrows and pursed lips.

“You know, Mr. Solomons, back in the day I thought you didn’t like me.” Juliusz leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees, trying to relieve his neck.

“True it is.” 

He stammered. “Wh- Really? How come you’re helping me now?”

“I don’t like YOU, I think you’re a fucking smartass mug, right. But you were one of mine back in the day, and I have standards for my employees. You never caused trouble for me.” Solomons busied himself with cleaning up their makeshift medic’s office, after a few seconds, he turned around to meet Juliusz’s gaze again. “Also, from one jewish sodomite to the other, I don’t think we should make our lives more difficult than they are, right? Now get back to Tommy and your work, and don’t get involved in London business that gets you jumped, eh?” It sounded more like an order, than a question when they finally reached the exit on Bonny Street.

“Of course, thank you, Alfie.” Juliusz nodded and bid him goodbye, off to the train back to Birmingham and to a conversation he really wasn’t looking forward towards.

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Tommy was trying to work, he really was, but between Polly looking at him unamused and Arthur's pacing there was no way in hell he could focus. He put his pen down and leaned back in his chair, taking out a cigarette from his jacket’s inner pocket, halfway through lighting it, he saw Finn approaching the office door. Polly looked over her shoulder, while Arthur finally stood in place, but still appeared on edge.

“His flat’s empty.” These were the first words that came from Finn as soon as he opened the door. “No message, all his suitcases empty. But it doesn’t seem like anyone broke in.” 

This earned a deep sigh from Tommy, accompanied by a loud curse from Arthur, Polly said nothing, her eyes still on a shaken Finn.

“Tommy, you think they-” Finn blurted out.

“I don’t know. I already sent some boys all over Birmingham.” Tommy said in an exhale, cigarette smoke spewing out of his mouth as well as words. This didn’t seem to calm Arthur.

“Are they looking for Julius, or his body, huh Tommy?” He said, an angry kind of annoyance in his voice as he glared at his younger brother.

“Would they do it so quietly?” Polly remarked, seeming more curious than concerned. “Maybe they want us to find the company lawyer in a ditch somewhere, like a spit in the eye.” She took a sip of whiskey that had been sitting for far too long, grimacing at the taste.

“They’d show us, Changretta is set on showing us…Me,” Tommy explained, which only seemed to upset Finn and Arthur, the oldest Shelby punched the table he was leaning against in frustration. “Arthur, calm-”

“DON’T tell me to calm down!” Arthur snapped at Tommy, taking a few steps toward his desk, and pointing at his younger brother angrily. “you’re sitting here waiting for him to fucking show up and keeping me here-”

“There’s nothing else we can do Arthur. They want to get us angry and to follow them-” Tommy raised his voice, gesticulating to make his point clearer. 

“First they kill John, and now I have to wait until I find my friend’s body floating in The fucking Cut?!” Arthur slams his palms on Tommy’s desk, business cards and pens flying. They’re interrupted by Polly’s voice.

“Boys!” She almost screams to get their attention. “The phone.” The telephone across the room was ringing, Polly looked at Tommy like she was waiting for him to do something. Tommy stood up and waltzed over to the phone.

“Yes?” He sighed, this better not be factory business, or Changretta calling to let Tommy know that he’ll find his employee's head in a suitcase, he pondered which was worse. 

“Tommy, how’ve you been mate?” An all too familiar voice rings on the other side of the telephone.

“This isn’t the best time Alfie.” Tommy rubs his temple, annoyed, but slightly more relaxed. The mention of Solomon’s name made the already on-edge Arthur groan out a frustrated ‘for fuck’s sake’.

“It’s always ‘not the best time’ with you eh, Tommy? You send letters, call whenever you have the time, and think ‘Oh, I’ll call my dearest friend Tommy to see how he is’ and what you hear in return is that kind of bollocks talk. You know Tommy, if I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re not a gipsy bloke, but a typical Jewish woman, right?” Tommy, frankly, had no words, only staring at the wall wondering where Alfie was going with all this. “So, what do you need?” 

Tommy paused, perplexed. “...You called me Alfie.”

“Oh, well, I'm just letting you know I sent over your lost bun on the train to Birmingham, right? Quite beaten up he was, I didn’t think I’d get a visit from him anytime soon.” Solomons explained, surprisingly casually.

“Lost…” Tommy’s brows furrowed, confused. After a short moment, he realised what the Jewish gangster meant. “You saw Julius?”

Everyone in the room perked up, getting a glimpse of what Tommy might be talking about. Arthur moves closer, wanting to hear what Solomons is talking about and why he’s seen his friend, but Tommy stops him.

“I did, yeah. Listen, mate, I don’t know what you feed him over there, but he needs more than that. Back in London, right, I had my cousin slip some extra latkes into his bag when he came into the office. You know what latkes are, right? Juliusz likes them ‘cause they make them back in dumpling land as well, anyway-” Usually, Tommy would happily endure one of Solomons’s tangents, but he’s got other things on his plate right now, more important than delicious potato pancakes, he imagines.

“I’ll call you back Alfie.” He cuts off, promptly setting the telephone down. “I guess we’re waiting for him to show up, eh Arthur?” He looks up at his brother, eyebrows raised in a smug victory.

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“Tommy asked to see you,” Linda didn’t even look up from the betting book, checking over what seemed to be some math Lizzie was doing.

“Oh really?” Juliusz asks, sarcastically, trying his best to seem all right and put together. The few hours he sat on the train didn’t help. The only thing he thought about was those Italians, the oldest Changretta’s deal and the still everpresent taste of blood in the back of Juliusz’s throat that didn’t seem to have been washed out by the rum. He takes a step towards Tommy’s office but stops, first taking out a tiny blue bottle, out of which a small dose of a white powder falls onto his thumb. 

“Tommy isn’t going to like you using snow.” Linda mused, earning a scoff from the lawyer as he rubbed the powder on his gums.

“Oh hush, don’t pretend you’re not snorting it after you finish your rosary for the day.” Juliusz looks over to her and sees the woman unamused. 

“Well, he doesn’t care if I do it. Plus I ran out, with Michael in the hospital.” She shrugs. Ah, the kid, he really needs to visit him after this.

“Here, knock yourself out.”  He tosses the bottle to her, which she catches. “Keep it between us, and Michael probably.” he clears his throat and heads for Tommy’s office, Juliusz’s head just a smidge clearer.

Before he can even touch the door, it’s swung open by Polly, who pulls him inside to find Thomas, Arthur and Finn patiently waiting. Suddenly it’s hard to speak, or more so, start the fucking sentence Juliusz was building during the whole train and car ride to Small Heath. 

“Thomas, I was-” He starts, throat dry.

“In London, we know.” He interrupted, nodding in the general direction of the phone. “Italians?” 

“Yes.” Juliusz sits on an opposing armchair. “Got me outside of the office, in broad daylight.”

“Fucking hell.” Finn blurted out, probably more to himself than anyone else.

No one said anything, Juliusz felt everyone’s gaze on him, some worried, some suspicious or curious. 

“Changretta wants me to spy for him.” He breathes out, looking at Tommy intently. “He offered my life, for yours.” Another silence. Thomas said nothing, looking at Juliusz almost emptily. After a long drag of a cigarette, which to the Pole lasted almost an eternity, Tommy spoke.

“You agreed?” Juliusz couldn’t decide if Tommy’s tone was a genuinely asking one or a cold accusation.

“It didn’t seem like I had any other fucking choices.”  He explained himself, what else could he do? If he spat in Luca’s face like he internally wanted to, he’d be draining out of his split neck already. “So what now?” 

“Now, we do nothing,” Tommy said like it’s the most obvious thing he’s ever said.

“What?” 

“You agreed. You’re going to see Changretta and convince him you’re on his side, then feed him what we want him to think,” Tommy explains in one big exhale, gesticulating with his hand holding the almost-ending cigarette.

Juliusz looked around the office, dumbfounded. No one else objected, Polly was looking between him and Thomas, one eyebrow raised in consideration. Arthur definitely wasn’t pleased, but only nodded slightly and rested his gaze on the floor. Finn, genuinely, looked like he had no idea what he was still doing here. 

“Thomas, are you mad?! If he gets wind of this my head will be on a fucking spike!” He rose from his seat, ribs aching from the quick change of position, but he didn’t care. Changretta isn’t stupid, Tommy seems to underestimate him.

“All our heads will if we don’t play all the cards handed to us.” Tommy’s stern voice rises.

“So I’m a fucking card now? Just like John’s funeral?” Juliusz is not sure if what he’s feeling is frustration, anger, fear, helplessness, or everything all at once. 

“You can still leave Birmingham, be my guest, but your name is written on a bullet too.” Polly jumps into the conversation. 

“Fuck.” He lets out, slumping down in his seat once again. “I’m not dancing with Luca goddamn Changretta, Thomas,” Juliusz says in a rough, tired tone.

“Listen, the fact that you’re still alive means Changreta sees use in you, John didn’t get that chance.” Tommy leans forward in his chair, his calculating piercing blue eyes meeting Juliusz’s green ones. “If we want to get out of this alive, we need everything we got, even if it means putting our necks on the line.”

“Contact him, meet in a public place. Agree to his terms and make him trust you.” Polly adds, like a teacher schooling a young lad, Juliusz has seen it before when she lectured Tommy. “You’re not a Shelby, it’s more logical you’d want to save your skin rather than defend Tommy.” 

Weirdly, that’s what Juliusz thought before.

“It is, yet here we are.” Juliusz sighs. “Fine. I guess I do have no other choice.” It does seem a bit nonsensical to an outsider, to defend people like the Shelbys in a time like this. But one thing the lawyer has learnt when working with the Brummie gang is that after a while, shit just stops making sense.

“You'll be fine, Jul. It’s nice to have you back, eh cowboy.” Arthur pats him on the back, his good brotherly humour seemingly back. “We’ll show these wops.”

Oh, we will . It’s just that Juliusz isn’t sure what exactly it will be.

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders fanfic #luca changretta fanfic #luca changretta x oc #luca changretta #tommy shelby #alfie solomons #arthur shelby #linda shelby #polly gray #finn shelby #kings of spades

[disasterofastory]

Dance with me (Tommy Shelby x Reader)

Dance with me Tommy Shelby x Reader Day 5 - Ice-skating // December 2022 Warnings: none

Summary: You coax Tommy onto the ice.

"Tommy," you coo his name affectionately, sneaking your arms around his shoulders from behind. You can feel his steady heartbeat under your palm as you rest your hands on his chest. "Yes, my love?" Tommy hums. His attention is still on the newspaper in front of him. "Would you like to go for a walk with me?" You ask him. "It's cold outside." "I mean… it's December," you reply with a slight frown between your brows. Of course it's cold outside. "Please, Tommy." A heavy sigh leaves his lips, but you don't care because the papers rustle in his hands as he puts them down on the small coffee table. "Do you want to go to the city? Or London?" Your arms fall from his shoulders when he stands up to collect his suit. "No," you shake your head. "I thought we could take a walk around the house. It's so beautiful outside." "And cold."

The snow crunches under your steps as you leave the porch at the back of the mansion. The sky is clear, and the sun shines and glitters on the white scenery. You can feel your cheeks heating up because of the cold. It pinches into your skin. "Where do you want to go?" Tommy asks, running his gaze over the view. It's truly beautiful, he thinks. Layers of snow rest on the bare branches and spread across the clearing between the house and the woods. "The lake?" You suggest, linking your arm with his. "It's not so far." "It's probably frozen already." You shrug with a mischievous smile tugging on your lips. "I hope so."

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"Okay," you breathe out. The words come out in white puffs. "Don't let me fall." "Y/N, what are you doing?" Tommy asks, frowning. "You shouldn't…" "It will be fun," you reply, not even letting him finish. Your fingers are tight around his arm as you step on the ice covering the small lake. Your movements are slow and careful. Your muscles are taut as you adjust your balance. "Y/N," Tommy tries again and sighs heavily when you interrupt him. "C'mon," you nudge him. "Have some fun!" "We think entirely different things about fun," he murmurs quietly but keeps his arm out so you can hold onto him.

You need a few minutes to get used to the ice under your feet, but when you do, you feel like a kid again. Pushing yourself away from your husband, you slide around for a bit before making a twirl and gasp when you almost lose your balance. "Careful," Tommy grunts at you. His pale blue eyes skid down to your legs and then back to your face. "Are you done?" "Come here," you smile widely, opening your arms as you let yourself slip farther away from him. "Don't be ridiculous," he scoffs. "We should go home." "You should come here." You let your head fall to the side as you look up at him through your lashes. "Please, Tommy."

People say Tommy is too permissive when it comes to you. He is too wrapped up around your little finger. His pretty little wife. Young and wild. Polly is sure there is some gypsy blood in you. She loves it. And Tommy loves you.

With another sigh, the man steps into the ice. He hates it from the first moment. He is not a kid anymore. He has things to do, and falling on his face is none of them. But how could he say no to you? He hasn't learned it yet. His gaze from the ground moves up to you, and he can't help but let himself relax. Your arms are still open as you watch him getting closer and closer. Your smile is wild, and your eyes shine with happiness. "Hey," you greet him excitedly when he is close enough for you to hug his waist. The black coat is cold under your touch, but warmth radiates from the man as his arms enclose you. "Are you happy?" He asks with feigned annoyance. His breath fans over your face. Your noses are almost touching. "Yes," you reply. "But we should dance." Tommy's head falls back as he looks up to the sky. "You sigh too much," you state. He has to force himself not to do it again. Instead, his arms tighten around you more until your chests are pressed against each other.

The dance is slow and a bit tense, but you enjoy every minute of it. In your husband's arms, you forget the cold that slowly but surely seeps through the thick coat on you. You slide in circles, gazing at each other. "Well?" You ask him after a while. "Is it fun?" "It's not bad." "It's not bad," you repeat his words. "I accept it," you decide as you let your head rest on his chest, snuggling closer to him.

#tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby x reader #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders x reader #december 2022

[retrodreamgirl]

seasons of becoming: spring | steve harrington x fem!reader

spring | summer | fall | winter

summary: spring is beauty in relapsing buds and the kiss of the sun in all its saturation, its birds singing and hearts beating on high, its the devotion of new friendship in a place that once held none and it's the question of love at first sight vs love we never thought we lost at all; for you spring is baking and gardens, giggling girls, and pizza after courtside, but somehow it's also steve harrington, fake tears, failed plans, and some girl named polly who (in your opinion) has killer high heels [5.1k]

warnings: uh...steve kinda being a jerk ig? just typical mean girl stevie, reader having mixed emotions about steve, strangers to friends to lovers, slowburn, fem!reader, eventual mutual pining, some mentions of sexual intentions but nothing explicit, not proofed or edited(sorry bout it), lmk if i missed anything!

⤜♡→

You find Steve at the edge of spring. 

You’re laying amongst the protrusion of freshly bloomed flowers with their petals white, decorated with darkened lines of pink crawling from the center to tickle your cheeks with their waxy finish, resting as pollen at the lining of your nose. Your legs are crossed at the ankle, dress fanning about your thighs like you’d done it all your own, the colors reflecting from the wild growth flourishing as blossoms beneath the watchful eye of mother nature.

It’s just coming upon noon, the sea of flowers swallowing you whole enough that the average passerby wouldn’t even notice you lying there with nothing more than your arm to shield you from the unforgiving wrath of the sun. 

It’s a recent niche, the silence of the trees and the lake brushing delicate mist every so often on a catch of wind easily preferable to the prosaic monotony of Hawkins. 

It’s freedom away from the daunting reality of everything outside of the prolonged stretch of green. You never knew anyone else came here and you were wholly taken with the delicate stretch of land. 

You often imagined what it would be like to build your own little town, not like the square etchings of your hometown with everything exactly where it’s meant to be. Maybe a house in place of the town hall, a pizzeria in the center of a suburb and none of it would matter because it would only be you.

Your hand is raised halfway to the sky, tracing the thickness of the clouds and their analogous shapes, painting them with your nails of chipped pastel pink. Building something as confused as you. 

You find Steve as the obstruction lining the area beneath your pointer finger. 

He’s pretty, is your first thought followed by a string of inconsistencies in his character. The way he would constantly throw his head back and run his fingers through his hair like he was angry then the laughter that would follow suit like he found himself a surprising amusement. 

You think he must be talking to someone, but once he’s made himself aware enough to step beyond the lining of the trees you recognize his thoughtful solitude. 

A melancholy soliloquy to serenade the budding stems, a eulogy to the ones that would decay in tandem with the sun sinking beneath the horizon.

There’s a sudden guilt in your concealment with the Earth. Like you’re intruding on something private, an invasion as long as you continue to watch him as a false inhabitant of the wild field.

You were too embarrassed once he got to the thick of it, nearly screaming the words he spewed like venom, grabbing at a loose branch to assault the trunk of an innocent tree. So you lay there, focusing on the lingering scent of petrichor resting beneath the blades of grass you steadily cull with your fingers. 

You glanced at him often enough to commit his distant features to memory, closing your eyes in an attempt to picture him as someone happier. You ache to tell him there’s something better than whatever it is stressing his voice and the delicate lines of his face. An empathetic farce that tugs at the strings attaching to the appendage too often guided to your brain and the misgivings of reality. 

He never looks in your direction, too complicated in his emotions to bother, but it didn’t stop you from drinking him in like a precipitation necessary for your body to take root amongst the flora. 

Eventually he begins walking away, presumably the way he came, to a car that would drive him far away leaving you with nothing but a committed memory. But what is memory if not the most inaccurate of mental capacities. 

You decide then that you should at least know his name. 

With his back turned you could pretend you’d never seen him at all, like you’ve been hiking in the woods and you only just realized your car might need a jump so you can get home. 

You finally stand with your dress clinging loosely to your legs and the unnamed stranger that you would later come to know as Steve Harrington walking steadily from view with his broad shoulders hunched over like nothing he’s said in the last twenty minutes made a difference at all. You part your lips with the intention of speech, but it never comes.

You were too afraid to say anything.

So you didn’t.

~*~

“What do you think of love at first sight?” You muse, tucking the best flavors of chocolate then securing the lid onto the feux gold box. You scratch at your ankle behind the counter, that way lovestruck girls do in the movies when they’re remembering their lover in absence.

You feel dull for even thinking it, don’t know what this odd feeling of amour could possibly be longing for as it rests dormant in your chest, waiting for the draw of a flame like a moth in dusk.  

“You should walk by again.” 

“I’m serious.” You gasp, tightening a bouquet of flowers with silk ribbon around the cellophane covered stems. It’s not the first time Lucas has darkened your doorstep, pockets clanking with loose change and his heart stapled to his sleeve. Usually something about a cute redhead you’ve come to know as Max Mayfield. 

“So am I! I can barely keep up with love after a near catastrophe and obvious mutual pining.” He’s laid out an assortment of candy to go with his selection of orchids, some of them wilted enough that you marked the price to nearly nothing. You don’t bother asking what he has or hasn’t done this time. The constant roller coaster of teenage allure is an affair to remember though you’d swiftly taken it upon yourself to forget it entirely. “What good could possibly come from falling in love with someone you’ve never actually had a conversation with?”

“You know, you shouldn’t be so pessimistic.”

“It’s called being a realist. Hey, do you have any of those sticker packs around here? I think Max would like them for her portable.” You dig beneath the counter, the sheets you tend to use to decorate boxes of cookies or cupcakes ordered to go. 

“Sure, but have you actually tried to apologize to her? I mean, the things you tell me are so sweet. Maybe you should actually say them to her and you wouldn’t be here so often.” You slide a sheet of stickers along the counter, something a little more neutral than the swatches of hearts bubbling in various shades of pink. 

Lucas stops pestering the package of chocolates on the counter to look at you like there’s a head too many sprouting from your neck. 

“You think I haven’t tried? Every time I start I just get all sweaty and tongue tied. I look like an idiot.” 

“You’re the smartest kid I know, have faith in yourself. Besides, I don’t think we’d be such good friends if she didn’t believe in you at least a little.” You procure a gift bag to gently package Lucas’s apology topped with rose colored tissue paper. You don’t bother ringing him up at all, the monetary loss is something you’re willing to take in the name of true love. “Go talk to her, Lucas. Next time I see you in here it better be for something romantic. You could even bring Max. I already feel like I know her so well.” 

“I can’t just take this.” 

“It would hurt my feelings if you didn’t.” 

“Why were you asking about love at first sight anyway? You got a crush or something?” He’s mischievous now, the completion of his initial significance satisfied enough that he can zero in on the innocence of your quick conversation. 

“It was just a question.” 

“Yeah sure, and Dungeons and Dragons is just a game.” 

“Glad we’re on the same page, Einstein.” He looks like there’s something tipping over the edge of his tongue, but he grabs it just in time to stuff it back in and suffers his loss as gracefully as possible. “Now get out of here, I’ve got actual orders to fill.” 

“I can’t, I’m waiting for someone.” 

“Is it Max?” 

“No, it’s Steve. He’s dropping Dustin and Mike at the arcade.” It pains him to say it. That he’s not wasting his money on Dig Dug and skeeball instead of apology gifts and above average pastries. 

“Who’s Steve?”

“He’s our babysitter.” If you were to describe the way he spoke the words you’d say he’s missing the usual angsty abandon of any other teen who had to say they have a babysitter. He’s rather resigned to the whole thing, more annoyed they aren’t here than that they exist at all.

“You’re in high school, do you still need a babysitter?” 

“He’s more of a glorified chauffeur now, but he likes to pretend he hates being the babysitter so it stuck.” 

“Poor guy.” You deadpan, startling when the front entrance shoves open. You’re momentarily speechless, watching the stranger, who lacks the unfamiliarity of someone you’ve never met, approach the counter. “Welcome to—”

“Don’t bother, he doesn’t have anyone to buy for. He’s kind of a loser now.” Lucas teases, snatching his bag from the counter. 

“You know, that’s big talk for a guy who needs a ride to buy flowers for his girlfriend. Or is it ex? I honestly can’t keep track.” You’re about to speak up on someone’s behalf, but they’re both so quick you never had a chance. 

“Don’t even worry about it, Steve. I guess you’ve had your ass kicked too many times to keep a long term memory.” 

“Lucas!” You chide, unused to him being so brash in any circumstance. Steve takes it in stride, stealing the gift bag from his hand to root through its contents. You feel exposed watching the way his brows knit, like he’s judging you and your store entirely too harshly. You feel awkward, shifting on your feet, trying to place exactly where you’ve seen this guy, Steve, before.

You wonder then if you have anything out of the ordinary on your person, prone to stray blots of flour on your cheeks or embarrassing stains of chocolate on your front. It’s never been embarrassing before, but now you’ve decided it must be entirely silly to bake for a living. 

There’s a hint of persuasion in Steve’s movements, like everything he does is with the intention to draw you in. The gentle precision of his hands and the way his hair dangles just right over his forehead forcing his habit of knocking it away by frequent occasion. He only glances at you slightly, lips pushing toward the apples of his cheeks, leaving you with the emotional repercussions of his perception. Lucas rolls his eyes, turns to you with a funny look. 

“Do you see what I put up with?” You don’t retort, just tear your attention away from Steve tight lipped. You weren’t lying when you said Lucas is the smartest kid you know, his brain nearly ticking with the resilience of his intuition. He seems to realize what you don’t, eyes widening a fraction then falling with a certain resignation. “Are you ready?” 

“Yeah, whatever, let's go. I’ve got a date.” Steve shoves the bag at Lucas, flipping his keys in hand. “You want me to take you to the arcade?” 

“No, I want you to take me to Max’s. What do I look like showing up to the arcade like this, dummy?” You shape your hand to fit over your lips, no intention of laughing at the two so outright. Steve really looks at you then, rolling his eyes like it’s the most ridiculous thing in the world. 

“Do you see what I have to put up with?” He counters Lucas’s earlier notion, finger spiraling at the brink of his ear, pleading insanity.

“You’re coming to my scrimmage this weekend, right?” Lucas ignores Steve entirely, slapping a flier atop the counter. “It’s just for fun, but I could use some loyal fans.” 

“Of course, I wouldn’t miss it.” You nod, watching him jog out of the store. Steve follows suit, your eyes trailing every smack of his sneakers against the tile, but he doesn’t look back once.

~*~

You hadn’t intended to be sitting so close to Steve at the game.

The distance of your seat two rows below him and his date is pure coincidence and you’d move away if you could. You don’t know why the thought crosses your mind, but once it does you can’t seem to shake it. 

Your leg bounces nervously beneath you, something about a perpetual embarrassment of character that’s chased you since birth. You aren’t sure he’s spotted you, but you’ve been sitting there too long to have suddenly spotted him you think. Especially because your back is to him and to have seen him lofted above you would mean to be staring entirely too hard. Not to mention there’s no guarantee he’d know you at all. 

“Mind if we sit?” 

The game is in the gym at Hawkins High, a building that’s meant next to nothing to you since you graduated just a couple short years ago. Not that it meant anything but an eight hour sentence set to witness the cruelty of adolescence and the mercy of occasional mental stigma when you did walk the harrowing halls. 

So you’re unsurprised when the first people to attempt to commandeer the empty space beside you on the bleachers are a couple of younger girls, their hair pigtailed and half up respectively. The one that actually addressed you with a heaviness in her tone, one not meant to spur your defenses but rather one that begs an even determination, has a head of fire with the flames crowning her shoulders.

“Oh yeah, go ahead.” You smile, tracing the sliver of skin that shimmies from the sleeve of your t-shirt. Only a few moments after they settle, the makeshift teams with their netted jerseys jog onto the court. “Let’s go Lucas!” 

You’re not sure what’s appropriate for the setting, but when Lucas glances over he seems altogether pleased with your public display. You send him a pair of thumbs, nearly apologizing when the girl to your left side taps at your arm. 

“You know Lucas?” 

“Yeah, he’s kinda the only reason I’m here.” It clicks then, the licking flames and soft intimidation. “Wait…are you Max?” 

“Yeah, who are you?” The girl she stumbled in with peers over her shoulder, a magical sugar stick dangling from the corner of her lip while her eyes widened with a serious case of curiosity. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that…I just—”

“Don’t know who I am? It’s a fair question, don’t worry.” You calm, retaking your seat with the scant bodies crowded around you. “I’m Y/n, I work at the semi-new bakery in town. I may or may not be responsible for the chocolates and sorry flowers on Lucas’s behalf.” 

It’s awful the way she blushes under your attention. Not in a bad way, but rather the rude subtext that she doesn’t quite believe an affection like that should be reserved for her. It plagues you not to grab her by the shoulders and profess her as more worthy of love than she can understand just now. 

“You’re nice.” El supplements, offering you the pack of blue sugar she’d forgone in favor of gnawing her confection bare. You take it kindly, wetting the tip of your finger and dipping it into the tart dust. “I’m El.” 

“Thanks. You guys are sweet.” 

“We’re going for pizza after, you should come.” Max offers, nudging your hand aside to dip her own finger. There’s something nice about the way her face scrunches at the nose, her lips pulling at the edges in reaction to the impression of the granular saccharine on her taste buds. She looks at you, your own face not far off, and giggles. “Steve is driving, but if you're coming El and I will ride with you.”

“He looks like he’s on a date.” You chance a quick glance to find that Steve is very much on a date. He’s molded the length of his arm around her waist and his head is entirely invisible where it eagerly attacks the flesh of her neck. It’s a wonder you’re able to make him out at all, the two of them nearly one person. 

“It won’t last long.” 

“Yeah, he’ll say something stupid and she’ll dump his ass by the second half.” El nods, tugging at the colorful sleeves of her button-up. “So you’ll come?” 

“I mean…I don’t wanna intrude. It seems like a friend thing—”

“You’re our friend. Besides, Robin can’t make it so the boys totally outnumber us.” Max is matter of fact, somewhere in her little rant she snuck her finger back into the candy so now she wiggles the deep blue saturation in your face as if that proves it because she would never do that to someone who wasn't bound to her for life. “It’ll be great I promise, and I’ll make sure Steve doesn’t flirt with you.” 

“Okay, yeah I’ll come.” 

You live in peace with the two girls until about partway through the second half. Lucas has successfully scored twelve points in addition to two free throws when you feel a presence hovering with uncertainty over your shoulder. 

You tilt your chin a fraction, the flit of your eyes over your shoulder is noncommittal until Max senses your discomfort and follows the momentary trail herself. Her shoulders heave and she seems more amused than concerned when she exhales. 

“What do you want?” It feels safe to turn completely then, Steve’s hand fanning the air vaguely in your direction. 

“I could use a bit of assistance.”

“With what?” El looks around, her pupils rounded with a conditioned pointedness. She appears ready to pounce and were it not for the sheepish way Steve pats her shoulder you’d think something was seriously wrong. 

“Look, she's just a little…duller than I expected.” He dips his chin in the direction of his seat above you. The girl he seemed molded to just an hour ago now picking at the chips in her nails and popping her gum excessively where he left her. Between your own thoughts popping like the chewy bubbles she blows behind her head and the constant squeak of sneakers scrubbing the court his excuse is mildly irritating.

“Just take her home.” You offer lamely, turning your attention to the game in an attempt to seem like you don’t care either way. 

It’s not that you do care, but if you were invested enough in him to have any sort of opinion you would tell him she doesn’t seem like his type. Though you don’t know his type at all and the connection of your brain that begs to differ seems to think his type must be something vaguely reminiscent of you and it makes you sick. 

You felt like the dull one just the other night, laying unperturbed in your bed until the ritualistic terror of reliving every interaction you’d had that day no matter the significance. When you seemed justified to spend a little too much time on the portion of the day occupied by Lucas complete with the sliver of Steve, you came to realize you’d known him all along. 

To keep pace with your own tired brain, you were weighed down with the task of remembering just about every doggedly irredeemable interaction you had back at Hawkins High. 

In short, Steve Harrington is what you came up with. 

Not overtly evil or the incarnate of satanic possession, but he’s of no innocence, popular for running with the crowds that were. You vaguely remember the streak of mean that painted him so grossly back then. 

The way he spoke and reveled in his sleight of hand, pockets sealed with cash and the ability to wave inconsistencies in his character with the sleazy crest of his lips. Feigned as the charming trust fund boy who tucked his polos and always sprung for a first date.

It was lying there in your dorky quiz team t-shirt with your legs bare and your beloved plush tucked to your chest trying to remember that absent feeling you felt at work, that your mind was met with the betrayal of your youth. The way you were no saint in your habitual avoidance of Steve and his petulant posse by day when your body gave way to fanciful fits of lust by night with your hand taking the place of he whose name you slowly blocked in favor of your faceless fantasies. 

It’s not that you forgot him, but by the time you graduated he seemed to fade from the spotlight that presented him as so unflattering. You didn’t see him commanding the halls so much as you did in the beginning years, only sporadic whisperings of a king dethroned.

Steve shifts, drawing your attention back to the problem, for him not you, at hand. He’s half kneeling on the bench, close enough that you can smell his cologne and what you surmise is a piece of the gum his date is chewing so aggressively.  

“I tried, she’s not budging.” 

“You could always go for honesty.” Max rolls her eyes, clearly more seasoned with Steve’s waning fits of passion. You begin to wonder how he came to be so influential with such malleable youth. “God, Steve, I don’t care. But she’s not coming to eat pizza if you don’t even like her.” 

“I know, I just need some help, please. I’ll pay for pizza.”

“You were already paying.” El snickers, scooting just a hair closer to Max. She looks at you expectantly. “Maybe you can help.” 

“Uh…how?” 

“Just follow my lead.” Steve clutches your wrist, the moment feeling a tad too charged when he’s softer than you were expecting. His thumb grazes along the underside, the pad slightly calloused but still an uneasy comfort. You avoid his eyes, no intention of acknowledging your susceptibility to the shiver up your spine or the way you slightly stumble forward when he rounds the bleachers. “So…how are you with fake crying?” 

“I mean…I’ve never done it seriously. What’s your plan here?” 

“My friend needs me because her boyfriend is a huge jerk and broke her heart!” A genius truly, is how he presents it. Far too well versed in the art of a clarity that only appears to find him when he’s finished shoving his face beyond the valley of someone’s breasts. “It’s simple really, all you have to do is look devastated then she’ll totally fall for it, I’ll take her home maybe call her for a little one and done another day, we’ll take the stooges for pizza and everything will be perfect.” 

The unfortunate audible that Steve wasn’t expecting is the girl in question catching wind of her inattentive date with his hand locked rather suggestively around your wrist, the distance between you less than paramount to anyone watching. 

Further, as luck would have it, Max and El are no longer paying attention to Steve thus making your display appear far more intimate than it is. You itch to get away, suddenly no desire to be at all linked to Steve and his callous predisposition toward the many girls he’s seen come and go.

You recall Nancy Wheeler in this instance, wondering just how much of that’s actually true. She seems smart enough not to entrap herself in his snare without good reason. 

“I don’t think that’s gonna work.” You posit, readjusting your stature to distance yourself from Steve’s incredulity. 

“It’s the perfect plan.” 

“Sure.” You nod, almost pitying Steve’s ignorance to his own detriment. “What’s her name by the way?” 

“Polly, why?” 

“Hey, Polly, what do you think of Steve’s plan?” Steve flinches, turning around only slowly enough to catch the tail end of Polly’s ponytail following the length of her objectively killer, right heel sinking painfully into the toe of his sneaker.

You’re minutely remorseful for not speaking up sooner, half proud of yourself for teaching him a lesson no matter how small and with the knowledge that it probably won’t stick. He’s keeled over by now, finding solace in the release of the lofty weight from his very minor injury. 

“Guess that solves it!” Max chirps, just as the final buzzer squanders any remaining gratification when you realize you’ve missed the end of the game. “Just in time for pizza. I’m gonna go congratulate Lucas.”

Max jogs off, El looking off somewhere in the jumbled masses until she spots something of interest, excitedly waving her arms over her crown. You see a slouching troop of three boys approaching your trio, likely the friends Lucas is always on about. El glances at you then, chuckling at Max’s retreating figure. 

“That just means she wants to kiss him then tell him he smells so he’ll shower before we’re all stuffed in a booth with his sweat.” 

“Remind me to thank her later.” You counter, just as a curly capped boy makes haste crouching at Steve’s side. It’s funny the way Steve clutches his shoulder then shoves him away like he’s realized the implication as mocking. 

“What happened to him?” 

“His date.” El shrugs, climbing the short distance to the gym floor. “It’s okay, Steve, Dustin’s here for you.” 

“Shut it, Hopper.” He grunts, managing the admirable feat of standing once more on his two feet and without so much as a limp. “Why didn’t you tell me she was there?” 

“Call it…a responsibility to my sex.” 

“What about my sex?” He spits, though it's not as weighted as he hopes, especially when the trial of pubescent boys snort something of an obnoxious sound in return. “She does stuff, and now I’m never gonna experience it because of some stupid solidarity between women.” 

“Oh come on, you’ll have someone new lined up by the end of the week. Get over yourself.” You shove him, shouldering your tote. “You said she was dull anyway. Wouldn’t you rather find someone you have a good time with?” 

“Forget it.” One of the other boys speaks up, his hair more of a mop than anything that could logically be tamed. He’s also much ganglier and towers over you without trying. “He’ll just go on another tangent about Nancy and I don’t wanna hear it.” 

“Don’t be a jerk.” The last of them to speak also looks to be the sweetest of the bunch, his soft features and bowl cut enough of an indication without the speech that flows like clumped batter. “But she’s right, Steve. You should actually try to find someone you actually like.” 

Yeah yeah, we’re not talking about this. Especially not here, someone tell those two we’ll be outside.” He glances around the gym like it’s something too disgusting to be bothered with and you can’t say you disagree. 

The walk to the parking lot is enlightening enough, you learn new names and exchange your own followed by a brief yet entertaining squabble about who would be riding where. 

“You can all forget it!” Max makes herself known in the nick of time, volumes rising to an extreme in the filtering slab of concrete. You're taken to admiring an unusual spot of growth near the lining of trees to one side. A rainbow like structure of flowers though missing the extremes of bright orange and firetruck red in flavor of muted pinks and blinding white. “You guys are riding with Steve, El and I already called Y/n.” 

“Hey, she was my friend first.” Lucas chimes in, jogging up from behind with his gym bag tossed over his shoulder. He’s freshly showered and still glowing from his performance, clearly still an agent of chaos in his freetime. 

“Lucas, you did great! You have to tell me when your next game is. I missed the end because of someone.” Your tone is joking, but Steve is no less grieved by the subtle dig. He tosses his keys once before setting off the short distance to his car. 

“If you’re not in my car, belts buckled by the time my key is in the ignition it's on you.” He grumps over his shoulder, though you’re sure he doesn’t mean it when no one moves an inch. 

“Not that I agree with him, but I’m starving.” Lucas breaks, hand settling against his abdomen. You’re in no place to disagree, your only meal being the meager helpings of a leftover cinnamon roll you refused to let rot in the display case this morning. 

“Then I guess you boys better get going.” Max points toward the raging taillights of Steve’s car, four pairs of eyes bulging when he dares begin backing from the geometric holdings of his parking spot. The four of them set off jogging, Lucas just catching the handle of the backdoor enough that Steve gives. You can see him spitting something toward them as they all pile in. 

You're left with the two girls giggling at your side, something of a youthful exuberance infiltrating you where you stand. 

“Boys are stupid.” El sighs, gripping your hand unexpectedly. You didn’t take her as someone to hold affection so openly, her slow creep towards you throughout the past few hours something like a timid animal, you the willing participant in her frightful give and hope to receive. 

“They are, aren’t they?” Max is more deliberate, looping your arms and resting the warmth of her cheek atop your shoulder. 

The steady breeze of the growing season kisses at the apples of your cheeks, the sudden path of flowers that earlier snagged your attention feeling as beautiful as the moment you find yourself a part of, the blossoming of new friendship. It’s infectious, the way you smile at both girls forcing the blush higher on their cheeks where they return it in kind. You begin the steady lead to your own car, now resting solitary in the lot now that Steve’s peeled off without further pretense. 

You decide that like all seasons there’s something in the becoming of the soft air and the nuance of the foliage making itself known amidst days of warmth and sudden rain in spring. A delicate hush in the song of the birds in their fresh return from winter, mating along the trees and soaring to heights only known by the grace of feathered flight. It’s inhaling fresh dirt and new leaves, the fluorescence of a scarab beetle reflecting in the concrete. 

The beauty of things to come.

“That they are.” 

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfic #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington series #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fanfiction

[tatertotsafterdark]

Marking - Scott Howl x Reader

18+ MDNI. READ “CONTAINS” SECTION BEFORE READING.

|| Being a struggling college student sucks. Luckily, your werewolf boyfriend doesn't mind helping you de-stress - even if he gets a little too into it.

CONTAINS: AFAB READER, GIVING!SCOTT, RECEIVING!READER, BITING, MARKING, HICKEYS, OVER THE CLOTHES, NO AFTERCARE, MENTIONS OF MIDTERMS

Word count: 1k

Author’s note: IK I switched this fic from what was planned at the last minute but shhhhh... tried to put some characteristics of the Monster Prom writing style but I don't know how successful that was. Based mainly off the first Monster Prom game. (Ignore how the gif is monster roadtrip okay byeeee have fun reading or don't)

Midterms, midterms, midterms. Jesus fucking Christ. That’s all your life has been for the last few weeks, working on gradually revising your notes and studying for those God forsaken tests, worth a part of your grade that’s way too big. You slam your flat palms onto the desk in your small apartment, giving it a good couple of smacks. You’re frustrated, unable to grasp the topic you’re reading through. Why the hell did you have to take a math class? You hated math. Your major didn’t really use math, either. 

You groan as you hear a knock at the door, lifting yourself on to tired legs. Who visits this late at night, especially when you have a giant sign on your apartment door labeled “DON’T DEAD OPEN INSIDE?” You’d think by now people would catch on to your witty ideas of decoration and lack of availability. Maybe studying for midterms wouldn’t be so hard if you’d stop making interior design into your impromptu passion. 

Your hand quickly twists the knob, without giving much thought to check if there was some kind of evil monster or a serial killer or a Jehovah Witness outside of your door. Luckily, it’s none of those - it’s Scott! You manage a smile as his tail wags, and step aside, nonverbally inviting him inside. You can do that since he’s not a vampire. He quickly enters, wrapping his muscular arms around you.

“Dude, where have you been?!” He yells out, a large and toothy smile plastered on his face. You can practically hear his tail wagging, and you can definitely hear it hitting into his backside as it wags. 

“Studying.” You reply, returning the hug weakly and shuffling back over to the living room, lit only by a singular lamp (setting the aesthetic is an important part of studying, after all). You didn’t realize it until now, but your desk was piled with sticky notes, flashcards, notebooks, highlighters, pens in every color under the sun, and empty energy drink cans.

“Studying? Who even studies anymore?” Scott cocks his head, making that stupid-yet-so-damn-cute face at you like he always did when he was questioning your totally normal decisions. 

“I mean, c’mon, when was the last time you got some sun, bro? Your curtains are never open.” Scott says, a small pout on his lips as he looks down at you. You opt to ignore the comment about your currents, and instead huff and walk over to your desk.

“It doesn’t matter when I last left my apartment or opened the windows or anything like that. What’s important right now is that I teach myself everything my professor has been trying to teach us for the past few weeks.” Your ass hits the office chair a bit hard, which sends it backwards. The back of your chair hits Scott’s front, stopping it in its place. 

“You haven’t even showed up to the gym recently! You’re not getting any exercise.”

“I’m not interested in exercising. I want to pass these dumbass exams, Scott. Plus, there isn’t an exercise in the world that I actually like.” 

“Yes there is, bro, you know that.” 

“Great, Scott, then go ahead and tell me because you definitely know me better than I know myself.” You roll your eyes, and the action could probably be heard just off of the nasty tone you dip down into using. Swapping sleep for caffeine isn’t good for your mood, note to self. 

“Well, Polly says that sex burns calories, so therefore, it’s exercise.” 

You freeze up for a moment, thinking about the implications of the sentence that just slipped out of Scott’s lips. Was he implying that you two-? 

Before you can think much longer, one of Scott’s large hands is slowly massaging your chest, and the other is in between your thighs. He may be a bit academically challenged, but at least he wouldn’t be totally lost in an anatomy class. You can’t help but lean into the touch. It’d been ages since you’d gotten any action, even before you started obsessing over getting good grades on your midterms. Scott’s large fingers rubbing slow circles over your clit is enough to melt your brain, getting it off of finding derivatives, even if it was only for a temporary amount of time. 

“Shit- don’t stop- please.” You manage to get your voice to work in between pathetic squeaks and whimpers, and Scott simply speeds up in response to your words. You close your eyes, soaking in the much needed feeling of human contact. Two of Scott’s fingers find their way to the hard bud that’s developed under your shirt, gently twisting and pinching it as your moans get louder.

He buries his head into the crook of your neck, and before long, you feel fangs on the tender flesh. Love bites are completely welcome, of course, so you don’t complain. You run your fingers through his hair as he finishes you off, giving you much needed release without so much as undressing you.

“There, bro! Now you’ve got your daily workout in. Your studying is going to be way easier now.” Scott says with a proud smile, turning your office chair around to face him. The way his face drops, you can tell he’s totally marked up your entire neck to the point even a turtleneck wouldn’t be enough to hide it. Oh, shit. 

“Well… a workout is exactly what I needed. Thanks, bro.”

“Anytime, dude! Just, uh, make sure you have that color corrector stuff you were talking about the one time.” Scott laughs, turning on his heel and walking to your kitchen. You rub your fingers over the bite marks, and the fact that they’re indented into your skin is enough to tell you that any amount of color corrector wouldn’t be enough anyway. They trail up to just below your ear, so you’ll just have to hide away in your room and study for a few more days until they fade. 

You take a deep breath, turning away from Scott as he opens your fridge, and picking up one of your colorful pens for the umpteenth time that evening. 

#fanfic #fanfiction #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #kinktober2023 #x reader #mdni #Scott howl #monster prom #stressed student trope

[sihtricswife]

Oh shit, part two

Isaiah Jesus x Shelby!reader Warnings: swearing.

Summary: After the events of last night Isaiah and y/n's secret part of the relationship goes down the drain. Word count: 1,3 K ———————————————————————

Okay, y/n thought as she walked down the stairs towards the eating room, Polly wouldn't tell anyone, right? The sun had just risen and y/n thought back about what happened last night.

Flashback

After Polly had fully shut the door a very panicked Isaiah scrambled from under the bed. His eyes were wide with fear and he immediately started to button up his shirt. He looked at his girlfriend who looked equally as scared as him.

"What are we supposed to do? What if she tells your brothers? Fuckin' hell I'm gonna die."

The tall boy paced around the room nervously while y/n stood still, staring at the ground. Where Isaiah was fearing for his life she was afraid of losing him. Her brothers wouldn't hurt her but they wouldn't hesitate to kill her boyfriend. Tears were brimming in her eyes at the thought of what could happen to Isaiah if her brothers did find out.

"Love, you alright?" His soft voice snapped her out of her thoughts. She looked up at him, tears still glistening in her eyes. His eyes softened at the sight of her tears and he gently placed a hand on the side of her face.

"Hey don't cry sweetheart." He cooed, wrapping his girlfriend up in a hug.

"I'm not crying, my eyes are just sweating. From the stress you know." She defended herself with a dry laugh, he chuckled along with her.

They pulled away from eachother when the tears dried up. Isaiah pressed their foreheads together and held her tightly, "No matter what happens when your brothers find out, I promise you we'll be okay. We're gonna stay together and one day-," he held up a finger and pecked her lips softly, "One day I'm going to marry you."

They linked their pinkies and kissed eachother lovingly. After that Isaiah had quikly climbed back through the window, in the fear of her aunt having already told her brothers he was there.

Y/n stood still in the middle of her room; did he really mean that, did he really want to marry her. She truly hoped so.

Now, as she stood in the door opening of the kitchen still in her sleeping gown, watching her aunt Polly eat a piece of bread with jam on it, she really hoped Polly hadn't told anyone.

"Goodmorning y/n, how'd you sleep?" The older woman said with a smirk.

Y/n chuckled lightly, her aunt knew she hadn't slept, much to afraid of losing her boyfriend. She looked at her aunt knowingly and glanced behind her to see if any of her brothers were around.

"Don't worry, they've all gone out already."

The younger girl squeezed her eyes shut, silently praying they weren't doing what she thought they were doing. She sat down at the table and gazed into her aunts eyes, "Please tell me you didn't tell them." At this point she was basically begging.

The woman let out a breathy laugh and shook her head slightly at her nieces antics, "No darling, I didn't tell them anything, that's your job."

Y/n let out a huge sigh of relieve and hugged her aunt who laughed, amused at her actions. When the girl sat back down her aunt pointed at a spot on her collarbone, "But when you do you might want to cover that."

She looked down and saw a dark purple mark on her collarbone, hastily pulling her robe over it, and smiled softly, blushing when she thought about how it got there.

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The rest of the day went quite smoothly for y/n, though she often recieved teasing glances from het aunt. Especially when she sat down at Isaiah's desk to assure him none of her brother were going to try and kill him, yet. It wasn't weird to her brothers since her and Isaiah were friends in their eyes. Not knowing what that boy did to her on some nights.

But then, at the reopening of the Garrison, it all went downhill. Y/n had covered up the hickey on her collarbone with makeup, like Polly suggested.

Her brothers clearly didn't see anything. They told her she looked nice and walked with her all the way to the Garrison, joking around like they always did.

They still didn't notice when all of them walked into the renewed bar. She greeted everyone and eventually sat down with Ada and Esme. All with a glass of champagne in their hand, slightly tipsy.

Y/n turned her head to look around the Garrison but snapped her had back when she heard Esme let out a loud gasp and exclaim: "Who gave you that!"

She looked at het sister in law with confusion before she asked: "Gave me what?" And looked at her sister who was gaping at her with shock. Esme pointed at something behind her ear and Ada pulled out a compact mirror from her bag to help her see. When she looked at the spot Esme had pointed y/n cursed under her breath at the sight of another hickey. She thought she only had one.

Glancing at the table where Isaiah, Finn and some other young blinder sat and glared at her boyfriend for a split-second before turning back to the women who were now grinning widely at the younger girl.

The next second she was bombarded with questions,

"Who is he?"

"What's his name?"

"Do we know him?"

She shook off all the questions, planning to walk away from the table when John sat next to Ada on the opposite side of the table, "What's goin' on 'ere?" A toothpick was dangeling from his lips as he glanced at each of the women.

Esme and Ada might have wanted to know but they knew if John found out it wouldn't be pretty, so all three women looked at eachother awkwardly.

All it took was one action for all hell to break loose. And y/n being her idiot self caused the outbreak, unknowingly of course.

She awkwardly turned to look into the bar, briefly forgetting that the dark purple mark would become visible. She quikly turned her head back but it was too late, John had already seen it. He reached across the table and grabbed her chin, turning her head before a furious expression appeared on his features. Y/n's stomach dropped at the sight of him.

"Where the fuck did you get that." His voice was low and shaking with anger.

With the pub now being nearly empty the commotion had caught the attention of the other three Shelby brothers, aunt Polly had run away with a much younger guy a bit ago. All four brothers were now angrily staring at the little bruise behind y/n's ear. They all stood fuming in silence before Arthur, John and even Finn, who was younger then her, started shouting. Tommy just stood there glaring at her.

That was when y/n made the second mistake of the night.

Her eyes flickered to the table Isaiah was seated, their eyes meeting for the smallest fraction of a second, he looked scared out of his wits, before she looked back to the table.

The action went unnoticed by everyone but Tommy, who looked where her eyes had been only seconds ago. Then he chuckled darkly and took a long drag of his cigarette.

Oh shit. Again.

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