#drew thomas x y/n

[frost-queen]

That first crush (Reader!Warren x Drew Thomas)

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“Morning Warrens.” – Drew called out when he entered the house. Lorraine had opened the door to him. He was carrying heavy equipment as he struggled a bit with it. – “Let me help you.” – Ed came to his aid, taking a heavy bag from him. Drew breathed out a laugh, feeling the weight being lifted from his arm. Shuffling further in the house he came into the open space of the living room.

There he noticed you were sitting on the sofa with a magazine. Chewing on some gum as you blew it to a bubble. Drew smiled tilting his head. – “Morning Y/n.” – he said to get your attention. Your bubble popped loudly as you turned the page.

“Y/n say hi to Drew.” – Your mother spoke appearing in the room. Drew chuckled humorously. You turned your head to him, moving your gum aside in your mouth. – “Hi Drew.” – you said. – “Hi Y/n.” – he replied with a smile.

“Some heavy equipment you’ve got there.” – your father spoke with a laugh. Drew moved back to your father to take a bag from him. – “Yes, I’ve bought a new camera that would be much better to film with.” – he explained setting the bag on the small table in front of you. As he opened it he glanced up to you, hoping you’d look back at him.

You were rather too occupied with reading your magazine. – “Any good?” – he asked. – “Are you interested in girl stuff?” – you answered without looking up. – “No…” – Drew chuckled out. – “Than it isn’t any good for you.” – you finished. Drew took out the camera showing it to your dad.

“Oh wow great stuff Drew.” – Ed began looking at the camera from every angle. Lorraine placed a hand on his shoulder. – “You have no clue have you darling.”

Ed shook his head laughingly. – “No.” – He gave the camera back to Drew. – “I’ve also got a new microphone.” – Drew hurried over to his other bag and took out the microphone. – “It gives a cleaner audio when we record.” – he told your parents. – “Oh that is very helpful.” – Lorraine said.

“Y/n come take a look at the equipment.” – your mother asked. You lowered your magazine, seating you on the edge of the sofa. – “Do… do you want a demonstration?” – Drew questioned rather bashful. You pulled your shoulders up. – “Alright tech boy, wow me.” – you threw him a sarcastic smile. 

Drew happily took the invitation. He picked up his camera and sat himself down on the small table before you. He pressed some buttons and positioned the camera in his hand. Lorraine and Ed watching behind him. He then brought the camera up to level up with your face.

“Alright Y/n show us your prettiest smile.” – Drew teased. You stuck your tongue out to him as an answer. Drew laughed loud as you couldn’t help yourself but laugh too. It was brief as it wasn’t that funny, yet his laughter made you laugh too. Drew kept filming you as you pushed his camera gently out of your face.

“C’mon Y/n.” – he said pointing the camera back at you. – “You are a movie star.” – his comment made you snort loud. – “As if.” – you mumbled while he kept filming you. – “So how’s the footage?” – Ed asked. Drew swallowed quickly, turning the camera away from you.

He got up, turning around to film your parents. Lorraine smiled bright, holding onto Ed. Ed took her hand letting her twirl under his arm. – “Beautiful.” – Drew commented as he filmed them.

“Y/n.” – he said waving his hand behind him at you. – “Can you grab that mic and help me out.” – he asked continue to film your dancing parents. You took a deep breath, getting up with the mic in your hand. – “Now what?” – you told him unsure what to do. Drew took your wrist with the mic in it, pulling it gently forwards.

“Catch some audio, sweetheart.” – he said throwing a wink at you. Lorraine caught that smiling half surprised. You brought the mic closer to your parents as Ed started to hum a tune. They continued to dance as Lorraine was laughing giddy. Drew kept filming them till his gaze went towards you again.

Slowly turning his camera, he started to film you in secret. – “Y/n!” – Ed called out letting go of your mother. Your father took you by the wrist, pulling him closer to you. On your way, you gave the mic to your mother. She came standing beside Drew. Smiling happily when Ed began to dance with you.

Drew was chuckling as you were laughing as well. Laughing at how funnily your father danced with you. You felt like a little girl once more. Drew filmed you with pleasure. A dreamy look in his eyes. Lorraine glanced to the side, seeing the look in his eyes.

She then looked back at you. Slowly connecting a few dots. – “No more, no more.” – Ed laughed, out of breath, waving his hand across. Drew lowered his camera and stopped filming. You let go of your father’s hands, going to the kitchen to grab a drink. Drew set his camera down, going after you.

“Ed.” – Lorraine said catching her husband’s attention. He hummed loud, wrapping an arm around her. Embraced they moved a bit closer to the kitchen. There she saw Drew lean against the counter having a conversation with you. You weren’t very talkative, but his posture said it all.

“Ed.” – Lorraine said again. Ed hummed again. – “I think… I think Drew has a crush on our girl.” – she told him. – “What?” – Ed said confused. – “No, I would know.” – he laughed it a bit away. Lorraine motioned with her head for him to see for himself.

Drew was practically gushing over you. Having moved a bit closer to you, wanting so bad to engage with you. You didn’t do much back as it was clear you weren’t that interested. – “Oh.” – Ed muttered out finally seeing it. – “It’s cute.” – Lorraine spoke. – “That’s my baby girl.” – Ed called out in defence. – “Oh hush.” – Lorraine slapped him against his chest to stop being so sentimental.

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[saintmuses]

❝𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨❞

Pairing:

Lenny Miller x Reader x Thomas Shelby

Summary:

Lenny came home from a long trip to America, only to catch Thomas with Y/N in her bed and decided to cross the line of friendship to have what was being offered to him.

Warning(s): SMUT. Threesome. Oral (m-receiving). P in V. Anal. Double penetration. Voyeurism. Minor flashback in italics. Minors, dni!

Word Count: 3.1k

Lenny could feel his gaze on the beauty hardening as he realized she was bare. Not a stitch of clothing was seen anywhere near the capacity of her.

He dragged his eyes, trailing down to follow the slope of her neck, inching towards the curve of her breasts. He inhaled sharply when he noticed the redness creeping towards, and he realized she was flushing when he could imagine the thrum of her blood rushing through her veins.

Upon traveling to America for a few months due to his position as a spy for the Crown, he had left the woman who he was very sweet towards back in England and intending on courting her when he returned. He had absolutely no idea that someone else already had their eyes on her as well. Although at the end he was not angry about it because they both wanted her and deserved her, and it was only two of them that they would not mind sharing her with each other.

She may be angry with him. He paused at the front of the entrance door at her flat...well it would be interesting to see her in that state with icy fire burning in her gaze as she glared up at him, or disappointment with slightly tilted frown on her beautiful face because he had been gone for too long. They were friends. Somewhere deep down, she would understand. 

Before he could raise to rap his knuckles against the door, he heard a slight moan and a gasp following with a breathy laugh.

"Look at you, love." A deep male voice murmured, due to keen sense of hearing which had allowed him to have a position in the job, he was able to pick up on the voice coming from the inside. "All desperate for me cock."

He wasn't prepared to see another face that bore his facial features, catching his brother Thomas in the act when he quietly slipped into the flat and into her darkened room with only lone table lamp at the left side of her bed.

He nearly growled when he saw his brother hovering over her, thrusting leisurely into her on the mattress as he held her arms above her head.

Somehow, he knew she was able to sense another presence in her room when her eyes drew to his, surprise hinted in her gaze as her mouth dropped open, gasping his name.

Which brought them to this moment.

"You want her, don't you?" Thomas murmured, shaking Lenny from his reveries, and he turned his head to the face reflecting his. Amusement hinted in his brother’s depths. "You want to own her. I can see it in your eyes," he heard him chuckle lightly. "I felt that way when I saw her for the first time." 

His eyes flickered to the eyes in front of him that reflected his depths' color. His jaw clenched before he turned his gaze to Y/N sitting on the bed.

His attention was drawn away from her once again when Thomas stepped aside, sitting down on the bench next to windowsill. "Don't let me interrupt you guys," he smirked, settling against the wall. "I want to watch."

She huffed, her eyes narrowing at his brother. "Pervert." Then she turned her gaze to his, faltering when he knew she noticed him inching towards her, closing the distance between them.

He would say he wanted to fight this feeling, the spell she'd put him under, but the truth was...he didn't give a damn anymore. Let her light him on fire, and he would thank her as he burned.

He began to undo his blazer, drawing his arms out of the sleeves before dropping the fabric onto the floor beside him. He then undid his dress shoes as he walked towards her.

He used to be very perilous on where he would organize his suits, but somewhere deep in him stopped caring the moment he saw her.

His eyes were drawn to her when she began to kneel down on the floor, he knew wasn't kind to her knees.

He stared down at her with a resolute look, almost similar to the first day they met where he put up a façade of apathy, bordering on indescribable except this time it was with softness.

His eyebrows furrowed when she slowly reached for his hand that was clasping the outside thigh loosely, he allowed her to drag his hand from the side of the thigh to the front of her face.

Parting her lips, with her eyes fixed on his, she guided his middle finger into her mouth and sucked in a lustful, suggestive way. His icy blue eyes darkened further as he watched her wrap her pouty lips around his digit, and he inevitably groaned at the sensation of her wet tongue running up and down the digit, her cheeks hollowing and vibrating according to her moans. 

While she was sucking on his finger, she could perfectly see the desire that was burning inside his gaze, and she savored the taste of triumph. When he groaned in discontentment when she pulled her mouth away, letting his finger slid out of her lips with a wet pop, she knew that he needed just a little more nudge to give in to his unholy desire.

She held his wrist in her hand as she slowly trailed her tongue from the bottom of his index finger to the tip, she kept a keen gaze on his as she swirled her tongue around the tip before pushing his finger into her mouth.

His eyes were already the color of a dark stormy sky due to the state of arousal which it caused his eyes to express a predatory glint. Dilated in pure lust.

He slowly started to move his finger as if he was mimicking the movement of fucking her. Pausing momentarily to add another finger into her mouth, he brushed the pad of his thumb on the top of her lips. 

"Imagine she is sucking your cock."

He felt her shudder as Thomas’ voice pierced the silence. 

He stifled a growl when he felt her fingers grasping the belt of his trousers, her eyes still maintained contact with him. He shifted his jaw in slight pleasure when he felt her sucking his fingers as she undid the metal buckle, reversing the loops before she reached for his zipper.

The sound of metal clashing against metal as she undid the zipper took over the atmosphere; however, it did not deter the tension that is unraveling between them. 

He nearly shuddered as the heat from her fingers wrapped around his cock, drawing it out through the opened slacks. In response, he deepened the velocity of his fingers, easing into her throat before withdrawing completely.

She whined briefly from loss of contact until he put his hand on the back of her head, nudging her mouth towards his cock. 

Her eyes blinked up at him before lust clouded her irises. She then parted her lips, her tongue slipped out to lick the pre-cum that was leaking from the slit of his dick. 

Feeling the wet heat from her tongue before her lips enveloped the thick tip, he clenched down his jaw, nearly shattering the bones of his jaw and his molars.

He gripped her head, not too much but just enough before he started to thrust his hips, sliding his cock into her mouth an in-out motion.

He then craned his neck backwards, his eyes squeezed in pleasure, a feeling he hadn't felt in a long time.

He rarely indulged pleasures these days, not since he had met her.

He then growled when he felt her nose nearly brushing his pubic bone, his cock already hit the back of her throat, and he jerked his head back down to see her peering up at him under her eyelashes.

She was slightly flushed; due to oxygen she could barely inhale around his thick cock.

"Y/N." He groaned, feeling a shudder of lust washing over him as her throat muscles began to contract on his cock every time the head brushed the back of her throat. He was still thrusting erratically, but a little more gently because he didn't want to strain her pretty neck.

Pretty neck, indeed.

His fingers tightened in her strands when she sucked harder. He was sure it felt painful to her the way his fingers were tightening, but in her eyes, she found it pleasurable.

"Are you going to be a good girl?" He breathed deeply, staring into her eyes.

She nodded, and he could feel a smirk growing on his lips. "Good, because you're going to take it all," authority slipped out from his tongue as a rumble began in his chest as his hips started to take over at a speed of slight powerful thrusting. "Every last drop," he groaned as he forced his cock deep into her throat momentarily before a huge weight of pleasure burst through him, growling deeply as he emptied himself into her throat.

There was a slight heady smell that triggered something raw inside of him that existed since the beginning of time.

He nearly chuckled because he knew she became wet by his behavior.

He then inhaled deeply, fraternizing with her scent. His lips curled slightly at the familiarity of the scent; he recalled the smell when he met her for the first time in the office at the Betting House through Polly as his nose brushed the skin of her neck.

He pulled out his softening cock he was sure it will harden again soon. After all he had no refractory period.

He then reached for her, pulling her up after clasping his hands around hers.

She was in a daze, eyes dilated to the point of arousal. 

"Did you miss me?" He asked, huskiness coated his tone as he whispered into her ear.

"What?" She gasped.

He chuckled lowly, wrapping his arms around her waist with one of his hands gliding up towards her breasts.

"I didn't stutter, darling." He rumbled as his hand enclosed around her breast, his fingers gripping her breast as he rubbed his thumb across her hardened nipple. "Did you miss me?"

He heard her swallowing inaudibly. "Yes." She whispered.

He slipped his tongue out, tracing onto her skin before he reached her ear once again, nibbling on the curve of her cartilage. 

"Good."

There was movement by the window, and they both turned their heads towards the man who had his hand wrapped around his cock. He only gave them a sly smirk before thrusting into his palm slightly.

"Kiss him," Thomas commanded softly. "I'm sure he's desperate for the taste of your lips just like I did when I saw you."

There was a pause in the atmosphere before it broke when she exhaled shakily.

Lenny then felt her stepping out of his arms, before turning around to meet his eyes.

She shifted her gaze, trailing down his facial features, her eyes were nearly drawn to his lips when he parted them to stick his tongue out a bit to lick his bottom lip.

He then leaned in, capturing her lips with his in an obvious passion as he cupped the back of her head to access more of her luscious lips.

She began to unbutton his shirt, starting at the collar, before she could undo the third button, he stilled her movements.

He felt her pulling away, and he knew she was going to question his motives. Before she could ask him, he had already thrown her unceremoniously onto her mattress.

Feeling impatient with himself and rarely impulsive, he acted on it by ripping his own buttoned shirt apart, and he shoved his trousers off as well before kneeling onto the bed.

His lips were already leveling at her chest, taking in one of her nipples in his mouth as he slid his hands onto her smooth thighs to part them.

He then reached down with his hand after settling in between her legs. Closing his eyes as his tongue still lavished her breast, he slowly twisted his wrist in a smooth rhythm as he stroked himself to full hardness.

He then nestled firmly, lifting his head as he aimed his cock to where her entrance is at after gliding from her clit.

His eyes trained on her intensely as she whimpered when he pushed his cock into her slowly, her walls began to stretch deliciously around him as they accommodated to his size.

Her walls were clenching, almost as if it was desperate for his cock as he reach to the hilt. He nearly shuddered at the warmth as it surrounds his girth, clenching his jaw until he was able to focus on her.

He held her gaze as he slowly pulled his cock out, and she whined in protest. He then rocked his hips, causing his cock to glide along her sex, back and forth until her fingers curled around his forearms in a silent desperation.

"Lenny," she whispered, begging. Eyes all dazedly while staring up at him.

He hushed her. "Sweet girl," he breathed. He then sink his cock back into her warmth, inhaling the aroma that was heady in the room with three scents mixed together, as if they all belonged together.

It was a rather strange feeling.

"I can't let you go," he whispered into her ear. "I refuse to." He then groaned before pressing his lips to her skin next to her ear. "He will have to accept this," he growled lowly, thrusting shallowly until she urged him to move faster and harder with a simple please.

He then withdrew from her face, his back straightened with his hands wrapped around her hips. He then set out what she wanted him to do.

His eyes drew to Thomas when he saw his brother in his peripheral vision who was already kneeling on the bed, craning his neck as his lips pressing hers.

Somehow seeing Y/N tangling her tongue with his brother made him thrusted into her harder in response.

His eyes were trained on them, hips stuttering slightly when her walls clenched on his cock. "Stop," he grounded out through his clenched teeth. He did not mind them kissing, but he didn't want to come too soon.

Thomas withdrew his lips from hers, before looking at him with a mischievous twinkle in his depths. Lenny narrowed his eyes at him, feeling uncertain as Thomas edged closer to them.

He swallowed with rapt attention when he noticed his brother maneuvered himself until his cock was pressing against her outer thigh which was quivering as she threw her head back in pleasure.

Thomas had to put his hand on her head, fingers tangling in her strands get her to put her attention on him. He noticed that Thomas tightened his grip before moving his head towards him.

"Lift up," he urged. "Just enough for me to get underneath you guys." His eyes hinted the pleasure at the sight before turning to her, "I'm going to take you..." Lenny nearly jerked his hips in surprise when he felt Thomas’ fingers grazing his scotum before he realized his brother pressed his finger onto the puckered hole of the girl under him. "There."

Somehow, Lenny nearly growled at the thought of both of them penetrating the woman who was writhing on the bed. He found himself not against the idea of sharing her body despite Thomas having her first.

She moaned when he swiveled his hips into her harshly.

He lifted her body easily as her body became pliant, he was still thrusting into her shallower until he felt Thomas’ knees pressing against his arms.

He took that as a sign when he noticed his brother’s hands wrapped around her hips, 

Lenny was fortunate that her bed wasn't elevated where he couldn't fuck her properly.

Her eyes squeezed tightly when she felt the head of Thomas’ cock nudging against the ring of muscle, it felt a bit slick then she realized he had coated his dick with his spit to help ease it in her.

"Fuck," Thomas breathed. Muscles tightened in his jaw before it softened. He reached around and grabbed her jaw towards him. He then craned his neck to leave a wet trail from her jaw to her cheek with his tongue. Lavishing her skin, he whispered how beautiful she was with him and his brother fucking her at the same time.

She moaned at his words, quivering before she gasped when one of Thomas’ hands cupped her breast while his other hand was on her hip. Squeezing one breast until the nipple became puckered, and Lenny craned his neck down to capture the pebbled nipple into his mouth, purring slightly as he sucked the skin. 

"Don't you like the idea of using her like this every day for the rest of our lives?" Thomas breathed as he thrusted into her beneath them.

"The rest of our lives will be interesting, imagine what would people say when they find out." He murmured into her skin, but loud enough for Thomas to hear.

"Ah, how could I forget." He heard Thomas grunting as his thrusts progressively increased. "You're a stickler for rules."

He hummed, “only some of them.” Inhaling sharply when her fingers dug into his skin of his back.

Thomas continued, "imagine being able to do this with her every day. Fucking her as we please, filling both of her holes with our cocks, and one day...she'll have a child that'll look like us."

He shuddered, the idea of her stomach swelling with a child especially with the one who looks exactly like them sans minor differences like the haircuts.

The image had him thrusting heavily, skin slapping against her thighs as the sound echoed in the room along with their breathings and pants.

"I got you both," Thomas assured them, grunting slightly, already pressing his fingers against her clit, circling it causing her to whine loudly from the sensation.

"Don't stop," she begged as her legs started to quiver.

Thomas hummed as he continuously thrusted into her, groaning when the ring of muscle of hers tightened around his cock.  

She released a loud moan as she chased the high until it washed over her in powerful waves. 

From her body's response, the walls pulsated around Lenny’s cock causing him to relapse in pleasure. He felt himself emptying into her as he continued to thrust into her worn out body until the last drop was spilled then he slowed down, slumping over her. His cock was still nestled into her as he lifted himself on his arms, so was Thomas’.

"You are mine," he warned her, staring down at her with a possessive glint in his depths. He saw her shifting when they heard Thomas who was still underneath them releasing a low growl. Lenny’s eyes shifted to him before trailing his gaze back to hers, "and his." He conceded, "but no one else."

#lenny miller x reader #thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby #peaky blinders #cillian murphy x reader #anna (2019) #lenny miller x you #Lenny miller #lenny miller smut #thomas shelby x y/n #thomas shelby x you #thomas shelby smut #Lenny miller x y/n #Lenny miller x reader x Thomas Shelby

[vvagustd]

✎ find a way - minho

[minho (tmr) x fem!reader]

synopsis - y/n runs into the maze after minho

warning! swearing outside of glader slang, mentions of death

is the tmr fandom still alive?? these movies were my whole childhood and i just rewatched the first one and needed to writeee

Something was wrong.

"Are they not here yet?" The entire glade was standing by the door waiting for Minho and Alby to arrive. They were never this late before, and it was almost sun down. The doors would be closing soon.

"Are they going to make it?" The greenie, Thomas, asked.

"They're gonna make it." Newt said.

"What if they don't?"

"They're gonna make it."

The sun was dipping lower below the walls with every agonizing minute. Your leg bounced anxiously, checking every shadow down the corridor for signs of Minho. The worst thoughts started to fill your head. What if you really lost you best friend? What if the person that means the most to you is lying on the concrete of this god-forsaken maze fighting for his life?

Newt's reassuring hand on your shoulder did very little to reassure you.

Another minute passed and the gladers were started to lose hope. They we're getting restless, some were already leaving. You knew, you just knew he was still alive in there. Your Minho was a fighter, fighter until the last second.

"There!" Someone pointed. Everyone held their breath, searching the shadows. Minho emerged, dragging himself along with every last ounce of willpower. Everyone erupted into cheers of encouragement, but you knew something was up.

"Is that Alby?"

He was slung, limp, over Minho's shoulder. They weren't gonna make it.

The ground started to shake, the aching rumble of the stone sounded as the doors inched closer.

"No!" you cried, as if your screams would reverse the doors. "Minho, you can do it!" You saw the pained expression cross his face at your voice, he knew he wasn't going to make it.

The doors were on the verge of closing as you took a step forward. This door was the barrier between your life and your death and you were right on the edge, deciding your fate.

Your time was running out as your heart acted faster than your head. The boys screamed after you as you pulled away from the gladers, ripping away from your life and throwing yourself into inevitable death as you ran through the narrow opening towards darkness. Towards your fate. Towards Minho.

You barely made it, collapsing on the floor as the doors shut behind you. "Congratulations, you just killed yourself."

"What?"

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Y/n?" Minho looked up at you with an unreadable expression. You stood up and dusted off your pants before taking in your surroundings. It just clicked how utterly stupid you are. You ran into a dark maze you've never even stepped foot in before, not to mention no one has ever spent a night in the maze and lived to tell the story. You must have been batshit crazy to run after Minho, that, or crazy in love.

"Minho, what do we do?" You asked, running your hand over some ivy that decorated the wall. It felt oddly.. fake.

"Nothing." He replied, letting his head fall.

"Are you serious?" You asked. You waited for him to give any sign that he was just joking, and that he had a plan.

"You did this to yourself, Y/n." He wasn't.

"I ran after you, Minho."

"No one asked you to do that." His voice was raising, yet he stayed calm and unwavering.

"You can't just give up, Minho!"

"Then what am I supposed to do, Y/n?" He looked up at you with tears in his eyes, his voice getting shakey. "I don't know what to do, Y/n. I'm scared. I'm scared, and lost, with no plan and no chance of surviving." He bowed his head again. "You ran after me and now were both here, both dead. You're dead because of me."

Your breath slowed as you approached him. "Living won't be living without you. We're not dead, and I will do everything in my power to get us through the night and out of the maze." You kneeled beside him and drew in a deep breath. "I ran after you because I love you, Minho. You being in here alone sounded like a nightmare, and I couldn't-" he cut you off by taking your face in his hands and pressing his lips to yours.

You felt the pressure of three years in the glade, three years by Minho's side every day and three years of liking him wash away in one kiss. "We'll have plenty more time to do that once we get out of here." Minho said, standing up and offering his hand.

#minho x reader #the maze runner #tmr Minho x reader #tmr thomas #tmr newt #the scorch trials #the death cure #the maze runner x reader #tmr x reader #tmr minho x reader #tmr imagines

[ateotd-izzy]

maroon | thomas x fem!reader

“the burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed your wine into me”

during his first night in the glade, thomas (quite literally) bumps into a girl.

“and how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet, it was maroon”

as more time passes, thomas becomes closer with y/n (very close), but that changes after they escape the maze.

“the mark you saw on my collarbone, the rust that grew between telephones”

warnings: it’s bad, kissing, maze runner, swearing and whatever (i never know what to write here)

“the lips i used to call home, so scarlet, it was maroon”

☾

“our med-jacks, clint and jeff.” newt introduced to the greenie as he showed the boy around. “and this is— woah, watch out.”

the greenie hadn’t been watching where he was going and bumped right into you as you walked past, spilling the drink he had been holding all over your shirt.

“oh, god, i am so…” he paused as he met your eyes. a girl? “sorry.”

you looked down at your soaking wet shirt and a few boys around snickered.

“thanks.” you smiled sarcastically and turned on your heel, heading towards the small hut that sat not far from the homestead.

“nice one, greenie.” newt clapped him on the back. “i think you just ruined her day.”

“who was that?” the boy asked, watching as you disappeared behind the door of the hut.

“y/n. she’s one of the runners.” newt answered. “also the glade’s only girl.”

“oh.”

inside you were changing your shirt, muttering in annoyance as you did so.

your favorite shirt (out of the five or so you owned) was now covered in gally’s foul-smelling drink thanks to that greenie.

after changing, you went outside to join the party again, only for it to be declared over moments after the greenie remembered his name.

thomas.

“uh, hey.” he jogged over to you as you walked back to your hut. “i’m, um, i’m sorry about before. is your shirt okay?”

“it’ll survive.” you shrugged. “i guess.”

“so, you’re a runner?” he asked, walking with you. “you go into the maze with that minho guy?”

“yep.” you glanced at him. “are you just going to follow me the whole way?”

“oh, sorry.” he slowed down. “um, i’ll go now.”

“okay.” you stared.

“see you around, y/n.”

you furrowed your eyebrows. “right. see you around…”

“thomas.”

“see you around, thomas.”

while it may not have seemed like it, you and thomas became pretty close friends over the next week or so, and you felt dumb to admit that you even had feelings for him.

he was in the same boat. except thomas was head-over-heels in love with you.

you kissed once. when the glade was being attacked by grievers, he kissed you before the two of you split up.

so after your group escaped the maze, the two of you did your best to stick together.

the two of you sat on the floor of the room your group had been forced into after being ‘saved’.

your legs were stretched out to sit in his lap, and his hands sat on top of them.

the rest of the group was around, all full after eating more food than they’d ever seen in their lives.

you couldn’t focus on the conversation that was going on between teresa and the boys, because all you could focus on was how thomas’ fingers drew small shapes on the bare skin of your leg where your pants had rolled up a little.

you wanted to tell him how you felt. you wanted to kiss him again. but everyone else was around, and the thought of being in front of everyone made you uncomfortable.

you had no clue how thomas did his whole leader thing.

when the door to the room opened, everyone jumped up and ran over, eager to know exactly what was going on.

the man who had opened the door introduced himself as mr. janson and led your group through the compound.

thomas held your hand the whole time.

“first things first, let’s do something about that smell.”

the boys were being taken to a different room to you and teresa. just before your hand slipped from his, you kissed thomas on the cheek. simple enough.

that night you properly kissed again and he asked you to be his girlfriend, and despite all of your worries, you said yes.

it wasn’t long after that when your group had to leave the compound with another boy, aris. you still hadn’t escaped wicked.

you stuck by thomas’ side the whole time, or until you were separated again.

you didn’t even know if he was alive, but jorge was confident he and brenda were fine.

it took a few days until you reached what jorge called marcus’ place.

you got into the party and the first thing you spotted was thomas and brenda.

kissing.

then they pulled apart, thomas said something and brenda wandered off.

thomas seemed to spin around the room until he yelled out and collapsed.

your heart was broken.

you were separated for just a few days, the longest since you had met, and he was kissing a girl he barely knew.

you couldn’t even say anything to him because he was out cold. instead you had to help minho drag him upstairs and act like nothing happened.

then, after he woke up, your group was on the run again, searching for the right arm.

in the car, thomas reached his hand over and tried to take yours in his, but you pulled yours back. you didn’t let him.

he looked at you. he was confused.

you didn’t answer his look. you just turned your head away from him and looked out the car window.

he had no clue why you were suddenly ignoring him. not the entire drive to the mountains, not when the were taken to the right arm camp, not when brenda collapsed.

it was only when he was in the tent with her later, just after brenda woke up, when it clicked to him why.

you had seen brenda kiss him.

everything seemed to click into place at that moment, and he jumped to his feet halfway through his conversation with brenda.

“you okay?” she asked.

“yeah. yeah, there’s just something i need to do.” thomas looked down at her. “i’m sorry, i’ll be back later.”

then he ran out of the tent.

the camp was large, and thomas had no clue where he could find you. or any of his friends for that matter.

it took about ten minutes of searching until he found you.

you were sitting alone on a rock, looking down at your feet and mumbling something to yourself.

“y/n?”

you looked up and thomas realized you had been crying.

“what?”

there was a twinge of bitterness in your voice, and thomas frowned. it reminded him of how you had spoken to him the night you met, when he had splashed his drink into you.

“you okay?”

“i’m fine.”

he knew you weren’t, and he ignored the obvious signs that you didn’t want him around when he sat down beside you.

“what do you want, thomas?” you asked.

without another word, he simply wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest.

at first, you thought about trying to pull away. but you didn’t.

“why’d you kiss her? brenda?” you asked eventually. “do you like her better? because, you know, i’ll back off or whatev—”

“no, no, no, y/n.” he pulled back so he could look you in the eyes. “i could never like anyone better than i like you.”

“then why—?”

“she kissed me.” thomas told you, cupping your cheek with one hand. “we were drugged, okay? i…”

thomas winced slightly at the memory of brenda’s face after his words.

“i thought she was you.” he admitted. “whatever that marcus guy put in that drink had me seeing the weirdest shit.”

“are you calling me weird shit?” you teased and thomas’ eyes widened.

“what? no.” he shook his head. “that’s not what i meant.”

“i know. i was kidding.”

you grabbed his hand and interlocked your fingers.

“i’m sorry.” he apologized.

“don’t be. i get it now.” you shrugged.

“yeah, but i could’ve said something sooner.”

“when?” you asked. “when you were passed out? or when we were almost shot by mountain people?”

he chuckled. “okay, maybe not. but—”

“tommy, i get it. don’t worry.”

the feeling of freedom and happiness that evening was short lived, and soon became a nightmare.

teresa betrayed them, wicked burned the camp to the ground, and multiple people were taken.

sonya, aris, minho and you.

thomas had lost you. he had lost the battle. but he was determined to get you and minho and everyone else back.

he would do anything he could. he would do whatever it took to get you back.

taglist: @brvceyamada

a/n: why don’t these ever turn out like they sounded in my head LMAO

#thomas x reader #the maze runner #the scorch trials #the death cure #tmr x reader #tmr thomas #tmr thomas x reader #thomas #tmr minho #tmr newt #gally #tmr gally #tmr teresa #dylan o’brien x reader #dylan o'brien #tmr fic #tmr chuck

[miamochi-writes]

Hey there! I saw your most recent posts and I love how you write! Could I get a request of a sleep deprived reader who stays awake after being ambushed by cops or bandits. And maybe Vash convinces them to rest after seeing how tired they are? Maybe sprinkle a bit of fluff? x

Zero O' Clock

A/n: oooo I dig this. Also I have been sleep deprived for a couple of days so this hits too close to home :'). I'm always up to write for this ray of sunshine. Plus, we all know this man would do anything to make sure you get the proper rest you need. Happy reading!

For the past several nights, you haven't gotten the best of sleep. Your eyes were starting to dry quickly and not adjust to the sunlight. Your body felt lethargic and a bit tingly every now and then from the lack of sleep. Your usual happy and cheery self was replaced with an irritable mood that even Wolfwood knew not to provoke you. You've been like this ever since the group was ambushed multiple times at night.

You were sleeping underneath the dark vast sky of the desert on top of the sand dunes. Like Vash, you were a light sleeper but you could easily fall asleep after making yourself comfortable. So right when you were about to drift off, you heard multiple foot steps running towards your camping site. Your eyes were wide open from hearing the sound as you got up. You and Vash spotted a group of bandits heading your way. You scrambled to wake the others as Vash and Wolfwood were trying to slow them down with their weapons. Eventually, the whole gang managed to clumsily pile into Meryl's car and as she stepped on the gas pedal. You thought that would be the end of it, but you were horribly wrong.

Two days after that incident, you were getting cozy with your sleeping bag after eating a hearty meal. Right when you dozed off, you only got to enjoy maybe 5 minutes of peace before Vash woke you up as you heard yelling from afar. This time it was bounty hunters closing in on the group with their fleet of Thomas. And so the cycle repeated itself once more as everyone had to wake up and make another getaway. All it took were those two ambushes to shake you to your core. Your mind and body were on edge no matter how much you wanted to sleep. The most you could do was close your eyes and just pass the time until sunrise. While your group was able to go back to their usual sleeping routines, your adrenaline and paranoia grew more each night.

Eventually, Meryl spotted a city nearby with a hotel and managed to get everyone rooms. You thought this would help you with your sleep predicament but to no avail. Another sleepless night of trying to close your eyes. You only managed to look at the ceiling or stare at your window with the moonlight shining. Once the sun's rays landed on your face, you sighed. You tried to look presentable before making your way to the lobby and grabbing something to eat. When you went downstairs you saw Vash was already sitting at one of the tables with his breakfast and another plate next to him. The blonde then noticed your presence as he waved at you.

"Good morning Y/n! I got you a plate!" he greeted as you couldn't help but smile at him. He constantly thinks about others and goes the extra mile what being told. His benevolent and cheery self always made you have faith in humanity once more when things seem bleak. Vash just had a natural charm that drew people to him, including you.

"Morning to you too Vash. I appreciate how thoughtful you are. Are the others joining us?" you asked as you took a seat next to him. It was moments like this you learned to appreciate Vash's company. It wasn't every day you get to enjoy moments like this with him where you can be comfortable and enjoy a meal together.

"Meryl and Roberto are out getting fuel for the car. Wolfwood is out and about probably getting some of his usual items. So it's just us here," he explained as you took a bite of your food and looked at him. So you were one of the lasts to wake up. Once he was done talking, he went to go put away his plate and came back to his seat.

"So what about you, what are your plans?" he asked giving you his full attention.

"I figured I'd grab a couple of things in town or see if anyone needs help before we head out to our next destination. What about you? I thought you'd be helping one of the townspeople by now," you spoke. You didn't want to be a burden, especially with moody you were with Roberto and Wolfwood. You didn't mean to, and thought you would make it up to them somehow.

"Yeah about that, something else came up," Vash vaguely answered as you cocked an eyebrow at him. Vash having a higher priority that was more important than helping civilians? You wondered what he was up to as you managed to finish eating.

"Oh, and what would that be?" you asked staring at him. You then saw his glasses hide his eyes with those oranges reflective shades. You got a glimpse of your reflection and felt a bit unnerved. Anytime his glasses did that, you knew the blonde was up to something.

"Y/n, how have you been feeling lately?" he asked as he slightly scooted closer to you. You were slightly caught off guard as you bit your lip.

"I'm peachy as ever, why?" you asked trying to convince him with your tone. You were catching on to his question, and the last thing you wanted to do was make him worry about you. He already carried a large burden on his shoulders, the last thing you wanted was to add to that burden. Vash's eyebrows furrowed as you were starting to grow tense from how close he was to you.

"Y/n, you don't have to pretend with me. I noticed you've been acting different with the others. You've also been quiet the past couple of days. I don't know what's going on, but you can talk to me. I just want to know if you're okay," Vash replied as you looked away. So he noticed your behavior too. You felt guilty that you made him worry. You debated on how to answer him as you bit your lip once more. You snuck a glance at him once more and you saw his blue eyes staring right at your e/c eyes. His eyes were filled with concern, yet he showed a small sad smile. It was almost as if he looked like he was giving you the puppy face which pulled your heart strings.

"Okay, fine I'll tell you. I'm not okay. I've been having a hard time sleeping lately. It's why I've been a little irritable and distant lately. I've been trying to sleep but nothing works. Doesn't matter if I sleep early, take a hot shower, or have a heavy meal, I keep staying up late," you caved in. Vash listened and rested his chin on the palm of his hands. He let you talk as he listened, but you could tell his worried expression grew.

"When did you first start having trouble sleeping?" Vash questioned. You told him how you first noticed since the ambushes started. It was specifically after the second one was when you were up all night. You also mentioned how you didn't want to burden anyone with your problems since they were nothing compared to what everyone else was facing.

"Y/n, you mean to tell me it's been going on ever since that day?" he asked once more as you sheepishly nodded.

"Were you able to sleep last night?" he continued as you shook your head.

"Are you nervous that it's going to happen again?" he asked.

"I don't know, maybe," you said as you wondered too. Vash looked deep in thought as you stared at him feeling vulnerable with the man you adored. Then Vash looked at you and put his human hand over yours as this small gesture caught you completely off guard with your heart racing.

"Well that settles it, you're going to sleep in for the day," he chimed as you looked at him with complete shock. Before you could say anything, he grabbed your hand and led you back to your room. You couldn't get over how warm his hand was as your face was flustered. Sure you've brushed shoulders briefly with him, but him holding your hand for this long? Were you hallucinating from the lack of sleep?

He managed to get a hold of your room key and led you inside before he closed the door behind him.

"You really want me to sleep in? I feel bad Vash," you told him as he sighed.

"Y/n, you haven't slept in days. Besides, you can't help others if you're not helping yourself first. I know the others will understand," he pointed out as you gave in. You knew he was right as you made your way to your bed and laid down. Vash walked up to you and flashed you a quick smile as you hid your face under the covers.

"Now rest up, and don't even think about sneaking out. I'll be guarding the door," he warned as you pouted. He knew you too well. What shook you more was that he was pulling up a chair next to the bed as you felt your cheeks and ears turning red.

"Vash, what are you doing?" you asked him.

"Making sure you don't escape and actually go to sleep," he answered like it was no big deal.

"Y-you're really going to stay here with me while I try to sleep?" you asked once more as you emphasized the sleep part. You needed to be sure as he nodded his head with no hesitation. You heart rate was becoming erratic as your mind was racing.

"I think maybe you've been having trouble sleeping since you feel like you're expecting something to happen like the ambushes. I figured maybe you'd relax if you knew someone was here to watch over you while you sleep. It could help remove the stress," Vash explained as you gave it some thought. At this point, you were running out of options and you were willing to try anything at this point.

"Hey Vash, why are you doing all of this for me? You could be helping others like you usually do when we're at different cities," you asked out of curiosity.

"Well it's because I care about you. You're important to me and the group. The last thing I want is for something to happen to you when we're out traveling," he explained. Thankfully the blanket was covering part of your face as your blush grew a deeper color. Vash really made you feel all sorts of things. Your mind kept replaying his answer as you tried to get comfortable.

"Thanks Vash, I appreciate you doing this," you commented as you tried to focus on sleeping.

"Of course, I'm always happy to help. If something ever bothers you, know that I'm here Y/n," he reassured as you gave him a small smile. As you closed your eyes, you heard Vash humming a song. It was a beautiful melody that was ever so soothing. You turned your head towards Vash again and opened your eyes. You knew Vash had an alluring voice, but for him to carry a tune? He continued to surprise you more and more each day.

"What song is that?" you asked him as he perked up.

"It's something I used to sing to myself whenever I got scared or anxious. It always helps calm me down. I'm sorry, is it bothering you?" he spoke as you shook your head.

"No, I like it. It's a beautiful melody," you answered with a slight yawn. It was harder to keep your eyes open the more Vash kept humming. Your breathing was finally slowing as you hadn't felt this relaxed in awhile.

"Sleep well Y/n, I'll be right here," Vash commented as you dozed off with a smile. He continued to quietly sing until he was sure you were fast asleep. After 30 minutes, Vash went up to you and adjusted the covers as he saw you shiver a bit. He then gave a quick kiss to your head and sat back down as he watched fondly over you. It wasn’t until later on he decided to doze off for the day.

Bonus:

Wolfwood was looking around for you and Vash as he noticed how quiet it was around town. Usually there would be some commotion going off right now. It wasn’t until he saw a glimpse of Vash dragging you into your room and then putting the “Do not Disturb” sign out the door.

“Well, that wasn’t on my bingo card. But good for them,” Wolfwood whistled to himself with a smirk.

#vash x reader #vash x y/n #vash x you #vash the stampede #trigun vash #trigun reboot #trigun fic #trigun #trigun stampede #vash the stampede x reader #trigun stampede x reader #trigun x reader #miamochi writes

[soupbabe]

Hi! Could I request a Thomas Hewitt x male reader???

Back when Thomas was 13-14 he was buying popsicles (Because like, Texas is hot as hell in the summer months..) once he walks out of the store, he hears something like an angel singing. He follows the noise and sees a theatre production of something, and the most BEAUTIFUL boy his age is singing, Thomas grows a big fat crush on him, then maybe they meet years later?

Seeing Him Again (Thomas Hewitt x Male! Reader)

Thomas meets a familiar stranger.

THIS WAS SO CUTE 🥺 This might be a tad bit off script, but I think it fits the request still.

Tagging: @slaasherslut

The hot Texas sun glared down at Thomas as he walked along the deserted road, his energy drained from his shift at the slaughterhouse. He walked at a slow pace, savoring the silence he had before he had to go back home. Though it wasn't long before a car blasting music interrupted his peaceful walk.

He stood in his spot, silently observing the car driving up to him. Soon enough, the car parked right beside him and he saw the driver lean over to roll down the passenger side window. "Hey, uh- need a ride?" The man yelled, his volume fighting with the noise from his radio. Thomas tilted his head, analyzing the vaguely familiar features of the stranger. The man turned down the music, "I just didn't think you'd want to be walking out in this kind of weather- I don't mean to bother ya." He clarified. He was about roll the window back up before Thomas drew closer and opened the door.

The driver smiled as the bigger man made himself comfortable, "Where ya heading?" Thomas stayed still upon getting a closer look at the man. Everything about him felt so familiar, but recognition was just out of reach. "Not much of a talker?" He asked and Thomas nodded. "How bout you just point to where we're going, does that sound good?" Once again, Thomas shook his head and pointed straight ahead.

It wasn't long before Tommy heard the volume on the radio increase. "Do you mind? I like this song." The driver asked, to which the he shrugged in response. The stranger smiled and began humming along to the upbeat song, to which evolved into a quiet, mumbled singing. The man's voice was music to Thomas's ears and was the key to unlocking who his chauffeur was.

That deep, melodic, voice was unmistakable.

It brought him back to the days where he'd hide behind trees just to listen to a boy his age recite the catchy jingle of his favorite ice cream brand. It reminded him of all the times he lied to Hoyt just so he can come see him practice right in front of him. He'd make him feel so special by calling them "private concerts." He even remembered the boy bringing him into an embrace because he told him that he'd have to move away.

Thomas used to fantasize about meeting you again, being held by you once more. But now that it's happening, he wanted to kick himself for not realizing sooner.

Quickly, Thomas rummaged through his apron to find a crumpled up piece of paper and pencil that's seen better days. His frantic movements caused the car to stop and for it's owner to look at him in concern. "Everything alright? What's going on?" He asked. Thomas was busy scribbling down on the back of the paper before handing it off to you. "Y/n?" He wrote.

He heard playful laughter coming from the man. "I knew it was you, Tommy. Been waiting for you to finally notice."

#Thomas Hewitt #thomas hewitt x reader #the texas chainsaw massacre x reader #the texas chainsaw massacre 2003 #tcm x reader #tcm #leatherface x reader #Leatherface #slasher x male reader #slasher x reader #slashers x reader #horror x reader

[shayyprasad]

stormy weather | tom holland

summary: right after an arguement with tom, you find yourself quaking during a storm.

warnings: panic attack, slight angst (angst to fluff), thunderstorms, cursing, alcohol

pairing: tom holland x reader

you huffed angrily as you threw your clutch onto the couch. "no, no, because you so clearly-"

"jeez! let it go! i was late, by what? like, 5 minutes?"

"try 3-fucking-0, thomas! 30 minutes late! and it wasn't even traffic. you didn't forget, i know you didn't! you chose not to show up."

catching the slight wince on his face, you groaned. it was always them, his friends, no matter what, they came first everytime. you hoped, maybe just for once, he'd see you. he'd pick you.

but no. nope. he didn't. and you felt so pathetic for it. for god's sake, you couldn't remember the last time he took time off to spend with you.

but since it was so rare, the thought of it even happening was insane.

he threw his hands up, "well, i don't know what you want me to tell you. it's my break. i think i'll spend it however the fuck i want, alright?"

"and that's fine! but you promised you'd be there! that you'd show up!"

"look, y/n," the name sounded weird on his tongue, foreign, almost. tom always called you some sort of pet name. "it's my off, and i hardly ever get those. sorry if i don't want to spend it with my clingy-ass girlfriend who does nothing but lounge around on the sofa all day sleeping," tom scoffed, pulling a beer out of the fridge.

you drew back slightly, words stinging. and what was he doing, having a beer in the middle of an- an... arguement? wasn’t he late because he was at the pub?

and you didn't spend all day on the couch sleeping. tom insisted that it would be okay if you didn't have a job, so you did household things.

did the laundry, dishes, cooked, cleaned, bought food, all of it.

maybe it wasn't as big as his job... but it was still important, right?

right?

so, basically, to sum up your lovely boyfriend's words, you were useless.

"i- that's not-... i don't do that." okay, you needed a bigger arsenal of better responses.

"you know what? i think i'd rather be useless then go around sucking up beer and degrading people, such as your girlfriend, just beacause i don't have anywhere else to go to let off steam."

fine, so it wasn't the best, but it was something.

you stormed up to your room, and he followed right after. "where are you going?"

grabbing a pillow from the bed, you shoved it in his face, "you, dude, are sleeping on the couch," you gave him your best sarcastic smile, but it probably didn't work out great with mascara stains running down your cheeks.

and then you slammed the door in his face, waiting for any type of protest, but you heard receding footsteps, knowing he left. you turned and pressed your back to the door, sliding down it. you sniffed and slid down it, pulling you knees to your chest.

that was probably one of the worst fights you had in a while.

not with tom, but just in general. you just didn't get why he wasn't trying harder. he used to do everything he could to spend more time with you. and now?

pfft.

when was the last date night? well, it was supposed to be tonight, but that didn't work out. on top of it all, he'd brang his friends to your date.

they were all drunk and stupid, giggling like boys at the restraunt. it was so embarrassing to drag them all out, and have to call them an uber.

and the entire time, everyone (and of course it was a busy night today, of all times) watched as you had to practically manhandle them.

for godsakes, you weren't their mother.

but either way, you weren't as upset with them as you were with tom. you didn't even want to think about how they got to the restraunt. all the boys were at least tipsy when they got there.

they took an uber here, you told yourself.

you jumped up, hearing a clap of thunder.

no.

no way.

of all the times for the fate to have bestow a storm on you, why did it have to be now.

a stike of lightning flashed out in the room, illuminating it momentarily.

yelping, you jumped onto the bed, hiding under the blanket. you knew you probably seemed ever so childish, but you couldn’t help it. you were absolutely terrified of storms. there was something about them (the uncertainty, maybe?) that left you trembling in the knees.

normally, tom would stay by you, curled up at your side. he’d joke around and whisper sweet nothings in your ear to calm you down.

but he wasn’t quite here for that, now was he?

i can ride it out.

however, as soon as you heard another crack of thunder, you knew that might not work.

you whimpered quietly, working on calming your breathing. squeezing your sides, you pretended tom was right next to you, telling you to breath in and out.

hot tears slid down your cheeks, and while you were wearing one of his old, loose shirts, the collar felt like it was choking you.

strangled breaths left your mouth, and your eyes were shut tight.

you just barely heard the door creak open, "oh, darling, i know that i'm the last person you'd ever want to speak to right now, but i can't leave you."

tom slid into bed beside you, wrapping his strong arms around you. "i'm right here, love. you're okay. i promise, you're okay," he cooed as you cried into his chest.

soon enough, your muffled sobs ceased, and the tightness around your throat seemed to go away. you were more aware of your surroundings, such as tom. he smelt lightly of sweat, and you could smell beer.

instantly, you pulled away from him.

"sorry," you muttered. "you can go now."

"no, wait. can we talk?"

"we are."

"okay, smart-ass," he tried to joke, but quickly dropped it with an apology once he saw your unamused face.

"you have absolutely every right to be mad at-"

"i am."

his smile faultered, and you sighed.

"please hear me out," tom begged.

"i- okay. fine."

"i don't expect you to forgive me, angel. i messed up, big time. i put things that shouldn't come before you first. because trust me, you do come first. i- i just. i've been really stressed, and i know that's not an excuse but...

"it- it doesn't matter, but i shouldn't have taken it out on you. you've been one of the only people that's been there for me through all this, and i can't thank you enough.

"the point is, i've been a jerk, and you're some type of goddess for putting up with me. i'm really sorry i've been blowing you off. you're right, i didn't even realize i was doing it until you told me."

you frowned, "i shouldn't have had to tell you." you obviously forgave him, because how could you not?

"i know, you're right. and i promise that i'll show you how much from now on. oh, and i shouldn't have said that other stuff about you, either. what you do around here is just as important. seriously, this place would fall apart without you." he paused, "i love you. so much."

smiling, "i love you, too. and thank you for apologizing. i forgive you."

"show you how much," he murmured, trailing kisses on your jaw, "how much i love you right now, in fact."

#tom holland x reader #tom holland #fluff #angst #angst with a happy ending #tw panic attack #tom holland fluff #tom holland angst #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x you

[nyasiaaaaa]

In the Bleak Mid-Winter

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Fem reader (Nurse)  Fem reader x Arthur ( platonic) Fem reader x Micheal ( platonic )

Summary: This is a story about two people who become constants in each others lives, and eventually fall for each. While one learns to love again, the other learns the cost of loving a man like him. 

Word count: 6.6k

Warnings: Cursing, blood, death, child birth, drinking, alcohol, talks of war, guns, Tommy Shelby ( If I missed anything or you think something should be added please tell me.) ( Also Y/N is on dick, IDKY she acts like this)

A/N: part 1 takes place during season two, part 2/3 season 3 and 4/5/6 season 4. This is a Slow burn there will be smut eventually. 

There is month and week time just in here, this is the only part where I would do that cause I had a lot to fit in. Because I had a lot of fit in, I have to add another part so too much won’t be going on all in one part. Also this is bit of a filler for that time jump from the end of season two to the beginning of season three

Part 1  Part 3    Part 4   Part 5  part 6

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Although you didn't see Thomas again for nearly a year, you knew he was there watching you, keeping tabs on you. You had seen Arthur more than you had seen Thomas; he'd often come in, all cut up and in need of stitching.

 You still remember the first time you met Arthur; you were busy with a patient in one of the ER exam rooms when one of your fellow nurses slid back the curtain.

"Hi, excuse us. I need to borrow her for a second," She said, smiling towards the patient as she grabbed your arms, pulling you out and sliding the curtain back.

"What" 

"You've been asked for by name, exam room three. I'll take over here."

"Why, what's going on”You asked confused.

She shrugged her shoulders, 

 "All I know is that it's a peaky fellow, a Shelby, to be exact." 

She went back into the exam room, but you stood still. Thomas, he's here to see you? You were confused, if he wanted to meet, he could've just come to your apartment; he did know where you lived. 

Then it clicked ,he's hurt again; he has to be. 

You turned and started to walk down the hall towards the third exam room. Walked…. ran the same thing.

Soon, you were standing in front of the curtain to exam room three. You took a deep breath as you smoothed your outfit out. 

You don't know why you were so nervous to see him; you felt kinda silly; you had literally performed surgery on this man and dressed him.

 You shook your head, then quickly pulled back the curtain before you could change your mind. 

You’re puzzled because the man sitting in front of you is not Thomas Shelby. 

"Hi," you drew out, unsure who this man was and what he wanted with you.

"Oi, you the girl that took care of Tommy when he was here?" he asked, all chipper despite his ear being split, cuts on his face, and blood being littered all over his body.

You shook your head slowly, still unsure where this was going

"Tommy sent me here to get patched up; he said you were, uh, sympathetic to the cause." That made you laugh a bit 

"I guess I am; let's see what's going on here, Mr.Shelby." You stepped into the room, closed the curtain behind you, and went to the table to find some gloves.

"It's Arthur"

"Oh, Arthur, and who is Thomas to you again?" 

You pulled the stool underneath you as you began to clean the cuts on his face with some wipes. 

"He's my brother; I'm the oldest, then Tommy, and then John, and last Finn."

You made a face; you didn't know Thomas had a brother, let alone three; in all the stories you heard about Peaky Blinders, only Thomas had been brought up. 

You continued to clean Arthur up, and as you did so, you asked a million questions like where they grew up, how old they were, and how betting even worked. 

You have learned so much from Arthur in the past 30 minutes about the business and Thomas than you would have ever thought. 

Arthur was so talkative, he answered all your questions, he honestly was a bit too happy, you had assumed he was on something but wasn't sure. 

He had just gotten done telling you a story about when he and Tommy were younger when you finished his last stitch.

"It sounds like loads of fun," you said, cutting the string to the last stitch. 

"Yeah, it was different back then; Tommy was different back then. " 

You had wanted to ask what he meant, but he had gotten up before you could. He walked over to the mirror to look at his face; as he did so, you pulled some cream out of the draw for him. 

"Here, make sure you put this cream on so you won't scar." 

"Ahhh, thanks, Doc; Tommy told us whenever we need fixin' to come to you, and you didn't disappoint." 

"And how is Tommy? Is he all healed up?" Part of you just wanted to say his nickname out loud, and another hoped that Arthur would continue his over-sharing streak. 

"Yeah, all good; you know our Tommy strong as a horse," He said before walking away. 

You smiled and waved to him, watching him walk away. Our Tommy that made you giggle and smile like an idiot. You started to clean up your mess and wipe stuff down when you suddenly stopped, and your smile dropped. 

It had just dawned on you, but It was too late; he was far too gone when you realized. What did he mean by Tommy told us whenever they needed fixin' to come to you. You were hoping it didn't mean what you had thought, but it did. 

To say you were overworked was an understatement; you couldn't have imagined first how many men were peaky blinders and second how often they got hurt. 

Every time you turned around, your patient was a peaky boy, saying Tommy had sent them to get fixed up. Some of these men came into the hospital standing even though they had cuts the size of your arm on their bodies. They were bleeding out, but they remained calm like it was just another Tuesday, and soon, so did you because eventually, it was just another Tuesday. 

You and Arthur became close; you would even say you became friends. You saw him often; either he was in for himself, getting more stitches, or he was dropping off a person to get help. And on those sad, rare days, he was picking up a body, someone you couldn't save. 

You and Arthur talked a lot about everything and anything; you felt like his priest with the kind of things he confessed to you. How he felt the business was going, how he was still messed up from the war, how lonely he was. 

On those days, you would just listen to him talk and give him a hug after; you knew he needed it. Your relationship truly felt like brother and sister, and you couldn't have been more happy about it, seeing as you are an only child. 

Arthur and Thomas were the only Shelby brothers you had the pleasure of meeting. Polly and Ada, you have not, but Arthur said you shouldn't because they don't get involved in dirty business. Finn was far too young; he often just hung back, and Micheal Polly's son only handled legitimate business. 

So you were pretty shocked when you had been requested, and Michael Gray was behind the curtain. 

"You the peaky doc."  

"I am." You had tried to tell the boys that you were only a nurse, but none of them listed, so you just accepted the nickname.

He nodded and started to take his shirt off; he had bruises and cuts all over his body. One big cut on his stomach and one on his forehead; that's the ones you will be focusing on. You put your gloves on and got to work; you cleaned the cut on his stomach a bit before starting your stitches.

Your head was down the whole time you stitched him, but you still knew he was staring at you; you felt it, and the way he looked down at you made you slightly uncomfortable. 

Once you finished the stitches, you stood up from the stool, making you come face to face with him.

His eyes were quite different from Tommy's; you didn't know yet if it was in a good way or bad.

He cocked his head to the side as he looked at you, then looked down at your name tag before looking back up at you.

"Can I smoke in here?"

"Sure, and do you mind if I stand right here? It's the only way I can reach," you said, pointing to in between his legs. 

He took a long drag of his cig before responding, "Whatever you want, doc."

Even from this position, you had to stand on your toes; he was pretty tall. You were pulling a stitch through when you almost fell, but Micheal had placed his hand on your back, keeping you upright. 

You cleared your throat. "Thanks" 

He just nodded at you with his hand still on your back

"Tommy pays your rent, right? I've seen your name in the books."

"Yeah" 

"I always had thought he did that cause you to stitch the boys up with no questions asked and no coppers involved." 

You just smiled back, unsure what to say 

"But now I'm not so sure."

"What do you mean"

At this point, you were on your last couple of stitches 

"You have your own protection detail; he sends his most important men to you, and he pays your rent."

You knew about the rent and never paid much mind to why Tommy started sending his men; you'd just assumed that it was your payment for free rent. A protection detail, though, you were confused; Micheal had to be mistaken. You'd never seen anyone following you, or maybe that was the point. 

You tied the thread before cutting it,  all while Micheal's hand remained behind your back; you looked down at him and asked. 

"Why"

He shrugged his shoulders, taking one last drag before putting the cig out on the tray behind you.

He blew his smoke to the side before saying, "Tommy takes care of his own; he protects what's his." 

You were stunned, but Micheal didn't allow you to process. He stood up, putting on his shirt before walking towards the door.

"Thanks, doc," he yelled as he left

You smiled and nodded back before turning around and cleaning up.

Had you really made that much of an impression on Tommy, you were confused and stuck, your mind racing to solve this riddle. If you had left such an impression, why hadn't you seen him in weeks? Not even so much as flowers or Arthur playing playing messenger, nothing. Micheal had to be wrong. 

But what if he wasn't? What angle was Tommy playing? What was his end goal? 

Your head was starting to hurt, maybe cause you were tired or cause your brain had been overworked trying to figure out what this man wanted from you. You decide to go back to work cause, whatever was happening, you wouldn't figure it out.  

*******************************************

It had been a little over nine months after your visit from Micheal that you saw Tommy again. 

You had been requested at his house, Arthur came and got you. This house wasn't in Birmingham it was nice and big, a mansion. You knew why you were here. Arthur had been keeping you up to date with all the Tommy and Grace drama. After Arthur told you about Grace and her and Tommy's Past and present, you knew that Micheal was wrong. 

He couldn't have been more wrong cause here you are, arriving at Tommy's house about to see him for the first time in a year to help deliver his baby.  

"There already a doctor there, you say," you asked Arthur as he helped you out of the car. 

"Yes, Tommy said he still wants you there, though."

You didn't understand why you had to be there if a doctor was already there, someone who has had more schooling than you and should hold more knowledge. 

Arthur had led you through the house, at first he got lost, it was a big house, but soon he found his way and plus it wasn't hard you just followed the screams and cursing. 

You should have braced yourself before entering the room, but you had thought you would be fine; you weren't.

As soon as you opened the door, all eyes were on you, including Tommy's, his eyes which you hadn't seen in so long; they were so intense. 

He was standing next to Grace, who was lying on the bed; he was holding her hand, blood smeared on his shirt. Two women were on the opposite side of him next to Grace, two women you assumed to be Polly and Esme. 

You kind of just stood there, unsure of what to do and a bit scared. Grace's head popped from behind the doctor who stood in between her propped-up legs. 

"Arthur, would you shut the door" Grace yelled

He laughed awkwardly. "Sorry, I didn't see anything, Tommy; go on, Doc." He gave you a push as he shut the door. 

"Umm, where can I help?" you asked, and it was clear that you were nervous, but you hoped they thought it was because of the situation and not because of what it actually was, Tommy.

"The doctor is saying the baby is trying to come out feet first and that he must cut her open. Polly and Esme say that the baby can be turned, and if she is cut, she will bleed out." Thomas said as he rubbed his face; he was trying to hide it, but you could tell he was nervous.

"OK, OK, OK, Excuse me, I need to assess Grace to see which option is better." You placed your bag down and pulled out some gloves before approaching Grace.

"OK, Grace, I'm just going to see where the baby is at," You said as you reached up in her cervix, checking for the baby, and it was trying to come out feet first. You pulled out of her before speaking again.

"OK, Grace, the baby is coming feet first, but it's still far up, so I think we have a good chance at turning it around. It will be painful, but it's better than cutting you open and risking you bleeding out."

"Well, I can't do that, and I still believe that a c-section is the way to go; I've done many and have had many successes." The doctor tried to argue, but you knew that the risk of her bleeding out was higher than her not. 

"I can do it. Trust me, Grace, I can do it."

"Are you even a doctor?" the doctor asked. 

"No, but that doesn't matter. Grace, what do you want."

Graces looked between you and the doctor before looking up at Thomas, who was looking at you. And for the first time since you stepped into this room, you looked at him in the eyes. You nodded slightly, telling him you had this; he stared at you a little longer before telling you to go ahead. 

You got right to work pushing on Grace's stomach, pushing the baby's head, and slowly turning the baby. She screamed in pain, and Thomas held her hand, encoring her along; after 30 minutes, you finally got the baby in the correct position. You would’ve let Grace take a much-needed break, but she said she felt the need to push and couldn't hold back. 

"OK, Grace, that's fine. Push." You got back between her legs and sat on the stool at her feet.

It only took two pushes, and the baby was out, but It wasn't breathing; you panicked, and everyone looked at you scared. Except for Thomas, he looked at you in a way you can't describe as anything other than murderous. 

You held the baby in your hands, quickly walking over to the dresser and placing the baby down before grabbing the suction ball from your bag below you. You sucked the goo from the baby's mouth and throat and ran your knuckles across his chest. 

The baby still didn't cry out, and you were nervous. Had you pushed on its head too hard? You had never done it yourself, only seen it done, but-

The baby coughed and let out a cry; relief flooded your body, and tears slipped from your eyes. You cleaned the baby before turning around and walking over to Thomas.

"Here you go, Mr.Shelby, a beautiful, healthy baby boy." 

For the first time ever, you saw Tommy smile, like a full ear-to-ear smile, as you handed him his son. You smiled to yourself before stepping away and collecting your things. You looked at the doctor who stood in the corner, flipping him off before saying.

"You can handle the rest, right, or do you need help with that too?" 

He rolled his eyes at you before walking to Grace to clean her up.

You opened the door and saw Michael, Arthur, who you assumed to be John and Finn, and many more waiting outside the door.

"Grace is fine." 

"And," Arthur asked. 

"And it's a- " 

"It's a boy," Thomas said, interrupting you, you turned around, and he was standing right behind you. 

"Congratulations," You said to Tommy. 

"Thank you," he said back before he got rushed with a bunch of hugs.

You went down the steps, deciding to wait for Arthur outside, and truth be told, you needed some air not only because of Tommy but also because that was the most ballsy thing you had ever done in your career. You just delivered a baby, all on your own. 

You weren't waiting on the steps outside long when you heard the door open, and you stood up, brushing the dirt off yourself, slowly turning around.

"I thought you had gotten lost again. Arthur thought I had to come to find yo-"You stopped your sentence abruptly, seeing as Arthur wasn't the one standing in front of you.

"Micheal, where's Arthur?"

"I had asked him if it was alright if I took you home." 

"Oh, OK, let's go," You said before hopping in the car, with Micheal right behind you, sliding next to you in the driver's seat.

The drive back was quiet, and soon you were back at your house; you hopped out of the car and walked towards your apartment building, Micheal right behind you.

"You don't have to walk me to my door, Micheal; I'll be fine."

"Who am I to defy orders?" 

That made you stop and turn towards him. 

"You’re wrong, Tommy's with Grace. We're friends; he has no feeling like that towards me."

"You sure about that" 

"I just delivered his baby, Micheal."

"Exactly," he said, then turned around and left. 

You walked into your building and up the steps to your apartment; you stood at the door searching for your keys and became frustrated when you couldn't find them. You threw your bag at the door, making everything fall and spill across the floor. 

You took a deep breath before squatting down, picking everything up, and putting them back; your keys had also been on the ground. You grabbed them and unlocked the door, walking in and shutting it behind you.

You walk over to your bed and jump in it; you don't even have the energy to change. You were so tired, and your head hurt trying to figure out what Micheal got from playing with your head like this. 

You wouldn't even let yourself go down the guessing road; he was with Grace, and that was final. They were apart and came back stronger than ever; their love was fairy-tale-like. 

You couldn't help yourself, though; a small part of you still thought, 

What if.

********************************

Months have passed since you last seen Tommy since you delivered his baby. You haven’t seen him, but you know he was keeping tabs on you. You also started to see Arthur less; he was a changed man so he says. He met a new dime, Linda. You’re not going to lie, you don’t like the bitch, but Arthur does, and seeing as he has stopped the fighting, drinking, and even snow, you’ve decided to let it go. 

You still see peaky boys, though; they have become a part of your day-to-day life. You can’t remember the last time you had a regular patient or even a day off. And you needed a day off, you barely sleep cause of all the doubles you’ve been pulling at the hospital, and you never go out anymore. You honestly don’t remember the last time you got laid.

It’s been a while. 

So that’s why you decided to take the day off and to take up one of the doctors at the hospital's offer to go out.

You honestly didn’t care where the doctor took you or what y’all talked about; you had one goal tonight: getting laid.

You were ready to go out, sitting at your kitchen table bucking your shoes, when you heard a knock on your door. He was early, but you were ready, so it was fine. You walked over to the door, a smile taking over your face. You opened the door and were immediately pushed out of the way as someone invited themselves into your home.

“ Um, excuse me,” you said, turning around to meet the stranger.

Only it wasn’t a stranger. It was Tommy

And he wasn’t alone; he had his son in his arms.

“What's wrong?” You asked, rushing over to them. 

“ he fell. I was changing him, and he fell, and he cried and cried, but then he just stopped.” He was pacing your living room with the baby still in his arms.

You slowly approached him. 

“ It’s ok, Tommy, babies aren’t glass, ok. Every kid has been dropped on their head, I’d reckon Arthur, more than once.”

You got him to stop pacing with your words, but he still held the baby in a death grip.

“ Let me see him, Tommy; everything going to be fine, just let me see him.” You spoke as softly as you could as you stood before him, placing your hand on his shoulder. 

He looked up from the baby to look at you; you nodded as you placed your hands under his to take the baby from his hands. He slowly let go of the baby, releasing him to you. Once you fully secured the baby, you held him close as you walked over to your med bag at home. You fetched out your stethoscope and put it on before listening to the baby’s heart rate and breathing; you then checked his pupil reaction with your small flashlight. 

The baby seemed fine; Tommy probably put the baby to sleep by rocking it for so long, that’s why it probably stopped crying. 

“ Your baby’s fine, no signs of brain damage; he is just sleeping. That’s why he stopped crying,” you said, walking back over to him, and handing him back his baby.

You could see his body ease up slowly as he rocked the baby back and forth. 

“ Did you drive here, or” you trailed off

“ Yeah, but my car ran out of petrol; I’ve sent Curly to get me some more.” 

You nodded slowly; you weren’t sure what you were supposed to do next.

“ Do you have a quiet place where I can put him down?” 

“ Yes, my bedroom, it's over there,” You say, pointing towards the back of the room.

Tommy walks back towards your room, and you just stand there, uncertain what to do in your own home. He came back soon and started to head towards a seat in your living room and to make things less awkward, you took a seat across from him in the other chair. 

“ Can I smoke in here?” 

You nodded to his question; he pulled out his cigarette holder and took one before offering you one.

“ Oh no, I don’t smoke,” you said, making him make a face.

“ I only smoked that one time cause I was a bit stressed.”

He just nodded at you, lighting up his cig and taking a drag, and y’all just sat there; honestly, how long does it take to get some petrol. You couldn’t be this still any longer. You had to get up.

“ Would you like something to drink?” You asked, walking over to your drink table.” Whiskey fine?” you asked, even though you knew that’s all he drank 

You turned back to see him nodding his head, so you continued to ask, “ Brown or white?”

“ Brown” 

You poured the both of you a cup, filling yours up a bit more than his; you would need the whole bottle if he stayed any longer. You walked over to him, handing him his cup before sitting back in your seat. The silence followed again shortly after, and it was killing you; he had finished his cig, and you had finished your glass; you were seriously thinking about getting that petrol yourself. 

“ You were a nurse in the war? “ Tommy asked, pointing towards your medals on the shelf above your fireplace.

“ Yes, I was stationed in France, you? “ 

 You already knew the answer, though, cause of Arthur

“ Yep, I was in France, tunneler.” he finished his drink before continuing, “You kept your medals?” 

Even though he didn’t phrase it like a question, you still knew he was asking why you had kept them.

This question caught you slightly off guard, but you knew most people around here threw theirs into the cut as a fuck you to the king for the way they were treated when they got back.

“ You mean, why didn’t I throw them in the cut like everyone else?” You asked as you got up, getting his cup and you for a much-needed refill. “ I don’t see them like how you might; I see them as my team telling me good job and not the king. My team nominated me for the medal, not the king.” 

He nodded, slowly taking his drink back and sipping before asking you another question. 

“ And the war,” he cleared his throat, “is it still with you.”

You didn’t know why he was asking you all these questions, but you didn’t mind answering them. The more you talked about your experience, the easier it was to continue your life and leave the war in the past.

“ Honestly, there must be something wrong with my brain because no matter how hard I try to think back, I can’t remember half of the things that happened.” You let out a slight chuckle as you spoke. 

“Nothing, eh?” 

“ Well, not nothing; I remember why I was nominated for that medal.” You paused, unsure if you should tell this story. Men like Tommy don’t often reminisce about their time in France. But Tommy tipped his glass towards you, encouraging you along.

“ Ok, umm, my group and I had been relocated closer to the battlefield; we were located where fighting had taken place and tunnels dug. So there were a lot of caved-in holes and shells everywhere, but they said they had swept the area, and there were no bombs or anything. Nightfall came, and we were all set up; everyone but the guards were asleep. I couldn’t, though; I could hear the fighting going on in the distance. And even though it was really dumb, I went for a walk. I just couldn’t keep still and didn’t want to wake up the others.” 

You looked down and realized that you had finished your drink, so you got up to get some more; you went over to the drink table but didn’t pour anything. Instead, you just leaned against it before turning back to face Thomas. 

“ I was walking, and um, I tripped, fell right on my face. I had dropped my flashlight, hitting the ground must have turned it off. So I reached around looking for it, and that was when I touched something, but it wasn’t my flashlight; it was my hand. I panicked and backed up as quickly as possible and ended up finding my flashlight. I quickly turned it on and saw a hand sticking up from the mud, almost like it had broken through. I was trying to calm myself down when I saw the hand twitch; I had assumed the guy was dead. Next thing I know, I’m on my hands and knees digging through the dirt, and it seemed like no matter how fast and hard I dug, dirt kept refilling up the hole.” Tears started falling from your cheek, but you wiped them quickly, not wanting to cry in front of Tommy.

“ I uhh eventually was able to dig his head out, then shoulders and then I was able to pull him out, he wasn’t breathing, so I began CPR and mouth to mouth, the mud got all in my mouth cause his face was caked with it, but I didn’t care. Finally, after five minutes, he began coughing and gasping for air; I pulled him up into my lap, propping him up a bit, hoping that would help. Then he opened his eyes. He had tried to speak, but he just kept saying the same thing over and over again; he wasn’t making any sense. I told him he should save his strength, which made him quiet down. And so we just laid there for a bit, with him in my lap holding onto my arms; he just looked at me, and I looked at him. He eventually remembered that other men were still down in the tunnels, and thankfully, the tunnel hadn’t fully clasped. Together, we dug them out and helped them back to camp. They were all too badly injured for us to help, so they were driven to the nearest hospital.” 

You had walked over to Thomas, picking up his cigarette holder, taking one, and lighting it up. Tommy took notice but didn’t say anything. 

“ Soon after I was nominated for the award, the soldiers I had saved and the nurse in my unit nominated me. And the rest is history.” You took a couple more puffs of the cig before putting it out on the table since you didn’t have an ashtray. 

Tommy opened his mouth to speak, but there was a knock at the door; you walked over to it, opened it, and was greeted by Curly.

“ Tommy, I’ve got the petrol for you and filled your car; it's all ready to go.”

You turned to face him, smiling, before heading to your room to pick up the baby. You brought the baby out to Thomas, placing him in his hands.

“ Welp, this has been fun, but I’m tired, and this little one needs to get home. See you, Tommy.” 

He said your name, tilting his head down before leaving your apartment.

 You have never told that story to anyone before; it brought up a lot of emotions, more than you expected. It had felt good telling that story, though, especially with a person who also served, who might have understood where you were coming from. 

You had washed up and changed your clothes; the Whiskey made your eyes feel heavy, and you practically had to drag yourself to bed. You did make it, though. You got under the covers all warm and cozy, and you were about to fall asleep when you suddenly realized, 

You never went on your date.

********************

You wish you could say the next time you saw, Tommy was as pleasant as the last.

You had a late shift at the hospital tonight.

You walked into the hospital late, around 8:00 p.m. The air felt good, and you had been inside all day at home, so you decided to walk to work; it wasn’t far. You had run into a friend at the door and were walking in together. She was talking to you about her lazy husband, but as soon as you entered the hospital, you had tuned her out. You heard a voice screaming in the distance; you knew that voice. You started running in the direction the voice was coming from, leaving your friend without a goodbye.

It felt like you were running in slow motion; the hallway was getting longer and longer, and you thought you would never get to the end. 

When you finally reached the end, you stopped and scanned the room. Tommy was being held back by multiple guards and doctors, Polly and Linda were screaming at the nurses, Arthur had been pressed to the floor, and John was against the wall. 

“ Mr.Shelby, if you don’t calm down, we will have to put you out,” one of the nurses said, trying to get him to calm down, but that only made him more mad.

The nurse screamed as Tommy held a gun to her face. “ I’m sorry, what was that? hmm” 

You had rushed over, placing yourself in between the gun and the nurse, 

“ Tommy, Tommy, look at me. What's wrong? Tell me how I can help.”  

His breath was coming out shaking. He waved the gun to the side, trying to tell you to move, but you didn’t; he did it again, and you still didn’t move.

“ Move!” he yelled. 

“ No, Tommy, what’s wrong?” 

He yelled out in frustration, then put the gun back in his holder. He turned around walking away from you, putting his hands on top of his head. 

“ Talk to me, please, Tommy.” You begged 

You blinked and suddenly he was in your face, he was so close you could feel his breath on your face. He squatted down to your eye level before pointing his arm out in no particular direction, his mouth opened and closed, as he struggled to find the words.

“ Them fuckers shot Grace, and now these doctors won’t let me see her.”

“ Ok, I will go check on her, okay, but you can’t threaten them; they’re just doing their job.”

“ Ok, Tommy,” he nodded slowly back at you. 

“ Ok,” he whispered.

You turned to the nurse you had protected earlier. 

“ Take them to a private waiting room, please.” She nodded, whispering a small thank you as you walked towards the surgical wing. You were about to walk through the door when you had been tugged back; it was Tommy.

“ I got her, Tommy, I promise.” He squeezed your hand before letting go. 

You pushed through the door to the surgical wing and started to run; you weren’t sure which room she was in, so you checked every single one, busting through the door and looking at the person on the table. You have reached the last surgery room with no luck so far. Grace had to be in this room; it was the last one. You opened the door, saying a slight prayer.

“ Time of death 10:55” 

You tried to talk, but the words got trapped in your throat; you felt it sitting there, causing your throat to burn as you struggled to breathe. Tears began falling down your face as you fell against the wall, feeling too weak to stand alone. This wasn’t supposed to happen; this isn’t how things were supposed to go. 

“ No,” you sobbed out.

“ No, no, no, no, no, what did you do?” you screamed at the Doctor.

You pushed yourself off the wall, walking over to Grace; you touched her arm, and she was still warm. You looked up at the Doctor; it was Dr.Brown.

“ What did you do? The shot was to the fucking shoulder; what - did - you - do” 

He just stared at you, not answering you. You looked around the room, and everyone was staring at you. You went around the table and pushed Dr.Brown against the wall; you didn’t know what you were doing; you didn’t know what you wanted from him.

“ Do you think you could tell Thomas for me?” his voice was shaky. 

You let go of him, walking backward. You stared at him in disgust, and then you started to laugh. 

It was an eerie laugh; you were practically choking on it. You wiped the tears and snot from your face with the back of your hands.

“You want me to tell him that you killed his wife because you don’t want him to smell the alcohol on your breath 'cause you want to live right.” 

The Doctor stared at you with his mouth gaping open like a fish; you even saw his eyes start to fill up with tears.

“ Oh, don’t worry, I’ll tell him, and when he’s in the right mind, I’ll tell him that you’re a drunk and you killed his wife.” 

You walked out before he could spill some bullshit to you. 

You wanted to walk slowly and drag your feet, but you knew better.

You’ve lost patients before and family, but it didn’t feel like this. You’ve never felt like this; you never felt so responsible for someone's death. 

You know that there was no way you could have stopped it, and there was no way you could have known. But what if, what if you called a taxi instead of walking? What if you told the police about the Doctor's drinking. So many moments played through your head, so many moments you wished you changed because somehow this feels like your fault. You knew that. Dr. Brown was a drunk; you should have fought harder with the hospital board. You should’ve- 

You stopped cause; deep down, you knew there was nothing you could have done. There is no way you could have saved Grace. 

You approached the private waiting room and stood there for a second to gather yourself. This death isn’t yours to cry for; it’s theirs. You wiped your tears and snot on your shirt; you cleared your throat and took a deep breath.

You pushed open the door and entered the room; they all stood when you entered, except for Tommy, who already standing cause he had been pacing. You looked around the room. Every single person's eyes were on you, waiting for you to speak; it was so quiet, no one made a sound.

“ So,” Tommy’s voice cracked as he spoke.

You took a deep breath before you tried to speak, and you tried, you really did, but you couldn’t keep it together. A sob left your mouth before you could stop it.

This caused Polly to bring her hand to her mouth as she fought back her tears.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath before trying again.

“ I’m s-so sorry, Tommy; when I got there, she was already gone. There was nothing I could do.” Your voice grew horse as you spoke, and your throat burned as your fought back tears.

“No,” he whispered. 

“ Tommy”

“NO!” he shouted before throwing the chair across the room.

Polly started telling everyone to get out and give him some space, but you stayed. You knew the last thing he needed was to be alone with his thoughts.

Everyone had left, and it was just you two alone. 

He had stopped throwing things and rested his head against the wall.

“ Get out” 

“ No,” you said, walking over to him, 

You had placed your hand on his shoulder, but it was only for a second cause soon he had flipped you, and now you were against the wall. He held a tight grip on your shoulders, keeping you bound to the wall. His eyes started directly into yours, and even though he appeared mad, his eyes showed he was hurt. 

He pushed you deeper into the wall. “Why didn’t you save her?” You heard the pain in his voice as he spoke. “You saved me; you brought me back to life; why couldn’t you save her? Why couldn’t you bring her back.” He whispered out

You just stared at him; you were speechless. 

Then it finally happened: he broke down; you put your arms around him as he slowly fell to the ground, with you falling with him.

You held him in your arms as he cried; his grip on your arms kept tightening as if you would let him go. You hadn’t planned on it; you would hold him till he asked you to let go. You’d lay here as he slept if he needed you to. 

He needed you, and you were going to be there for him. 

#cillian murphy #tommy shelby x reader #thomas shelby x reader #peaky blinders #tommy shelby fanfic #thomas shelby fanfic #tommy shelby #thomas shelby #arthur shelby #john shelby #michael gray #polly gray #ada shelby #thomas shelby x y/n #tommy shelby x y/n

[witch-hazels-musings]

favorite distraction 

warning: sfw, fluff, spice - character perspective - pining 

includes: Alhaitham (pre-relationship), Childe, Diluc, Thoma

character x gn reader | anthology 

Alhaitham

Alhaitham pinched the hairs on his eyebrow while he read the book sprawled on his desk. The words enticing him into deep thought even as he turned page after page. Every once in a while he’d come across a passage that made him roll his eyes but he never followed through with the action - it was more of a ‘in his head’ type of response. One that also reminded him to unclench his jaw. 

A flicker of light drew his attention. It started with curiosity but quickly spiraled into a focused observation as every synapse in his brain fired while looking at you. 

You weren’t doing anything spectacular. Mostly you were organizing a stack of documents he planned on dealing with later. It wouldn’t have taken him very long after all but he also found no reason to stop you if it saved him from doing work down the line. 

Surprisingly you never complained. If you did it wasn’t to his face. Or, at least, he thought so - to be honest there were a few times he disassociated when you talked to him. It wasn’t necessarily because what you were telling him was boring, it was more like it set off a chain-reaction in his head that he had to follow to its conclusion. 

He could note several occasions where you set off his brain - one of them being now. 

Your body language for-warned him you were about to turn his way so he dropped his gaze to his book. 

“Alhaitham?” He placed his hand on the page and looked up at you. His expression remained unaffected but the rest of him didn’t. His lungs breathed you in, his fingers twitched at how close you were. He wasn’t a man of many wants, preferred the simple things. A relationship was none of those - he didn’t need it. “I’m sorry but,” you pushed a form his way, the pages were sealed together but you’d turned to one in the stack and pointed at the bottom, “You forgot to sign this one.” 

He leaned toward the document, his hair brushing over your arm making you pull it back quickly. “Oh.”

“Let me know when you’ve finished.” You mumbled before rushing back to the stack of papers. Alhaitham was painfully aware of the way people looked at him, talked to him or about him, scoffed at his decisions no matter the kind. He wasn’t oblivious to their reactions, just indifferent to them. Why should he care - people should focus on themselves and not the lives of others. 

But --

Grabbing a pen, he signed the document and verified there wasn’t another one missing. He considered letting you check back in to find it was finished but, instead, he rose from his chair, placed the book he was reading upside down to not lose his place, and made his way toward you. 

“Here,” he called to you when he was close enough, his hand resting on the table. You were surprised to see him. Didn’t you just say to let you know when he was finished?

“T-Thank you,” you stumbled over your words as you took the document and placed it in the pile. He noticed you stealing several glances his way while you worked. “Um - did you need anything else?” You asked and, honestly, he didn’t know what to say to that. 

“No,” he answered which should have been the end to it ... 

But -- 

“You’re distracting.” He blurted out with an empty expression. Eyes locked on your face, taking in everything you did. 

Panicked, you looked at him, “I’m - oh - I’m sorry. I can leave?” He didn’t respond, so you did, “Yeah, right, I’ll leave. So sorry,” It was like watching a bird desperately try to grab all the twigs from the forest floor before fluttering away to their nest. He thought about helping but ultimately didn’t. 

“Alhaithaaaam,” a familiar voice broke his fixation on you. The blond burst through the door to his office so loudly it made you jump and back up into him. “Hey, I forgot my -- oh, hello, y/n,” Kaveh smiled and waved at you but all Alhaitham could focus on was the feeling of your arm against his palm and how warm you felt. 

“H-hello ... bye,” you said in one fluid sentence before dipping out the door and disappearing all together. 

Kaveh made his way toward the table, his head swiveling multiple times as if he were processing what had just happened as slowly as a turtle crawls. It took Alhaitham two tries to answer whatever question was thrown his way. 

“What did you say?” 

“My keys? Do you have them?” Kaveh asked and raised his brow. “Are you okay? You look ... odd ...” 

“I’m fine,” he huffed and turned to head toward his desk. 

“Okay ... well did you say anything mean to y/n? They looked odd too -” 

“You’re distracting.” 

“Huh? What did I do?” 

“No, I told them, ‘you’re distracting.’“ 

“Oh.” ... “OH!” Kaveh shoved the scholars shoulder before snatching his keys, “That’s so rude! Why would you say that?” 

“Why? It’s the truth.” 

“You can’t just tell people they're bothering you like that -” 

“I didn’t say, ‘bothering me,’ I said, ‘distracting.’” 

“I don’t hear a difference.” Kaveh crossed his arms and furrowed his brows at him. 

“How’s this then,” Alhaitham spun on his heels and returned to his chair. He lifted his book and found the spot he’d stopped at moments ago, “you’re annoying.” 

“That’s worse!” Kaveh shouted while Alhaitham started to read. It took longer than he thought it would for it to click, “Wait - was that directed at me?!” When Alhaitham didn’t respond, he threw his hands in the air and stormed off, “Whatever, just be nicer to people. And stop taking my keys!” 

The room fell silent again until he was left completely alone with his thoughts. He couldn’t understand why his honesty would come across as rude. 

You were distracting; then and now. 

You were so distracting that it took more and more of his energy to think about anything but you. 

--

Childe

“Do you have to go right now?” You asked and rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. There was a small clock on your bedside but with how dark it was there was no way you’d figure out the time. “How’d they even call you this late?” 

“It’s a secret,” Childe said, grabbing the clock in your hands and placing it facedown on the wooden end-table. “Go back to sleep,” he kissed your forehead and pulled at the sheets that had fallen to your waist. The cool air caused goosebumps to rise on his back, he could only imagine what it did to you. 

“But I want to see you off. I’ll grab my --” Childe cut you off with a lingering kiss. His hand cupped the back of your head as he guided you onto the pillow still warm from when you were asleep. The silken sheets made it easy for him to leave you there even if it was difficult for his will to do so. 

“Back to sleep,” he repeated, his lips passing over yours as he spoke. The sensation drove him mad. He gripped the bedsheet to stay calm. 

“Not fair,” you breathed and he stole another kiss from you. 

“I won’t be gone long.” You nodded, he couldn’t really see you but he felt your nose run next to his, brush against his cheek. “Sleep,” he demanded and pecked your nose with a quick kiss before prying himself away from you. 

Gathering his things, he made his way to the bathroom and closed the door so he couldn’t disturb you. He caught his reflection in the mirror and lingered on several scars that lined his chest. A long gash that put him in a healing ward for nearly two weeks, another wound that kept him from using his delusion for a whole month. Though it wouldn’t have been that long if he’d listened to Dottore. Lifting his arm, he looked at another scar that he’d received from places he conjured in his nightmares. 

Clenching his jaw, he turned on the water and splashed his face with the cool liquid before throwing on his shirt. 

Childe was annoyed he had to leave so abruptly. He swore he’d smash his fist into the face of whoever called him away. He had his suspicions, only a small handful of Harbingers would be brave enough to request him in the middle of the night, and even fewer brave enough to enter the one place he forbade anyone else from ever stepping foot in.

Call upon him wherever, whenever, but don’t ever do it near you. 

When Childe finished putting his clothes on, he left the bathroom to grab his bag and pack away the other items he’d need for the expedition. Whatever it was it better be over quick. 

Slinging the bag over his shoulder, he made his way to the door but not before glancing back at the bed, not before breathing through his straining heart at the sight of you asleep and bathed in moonlight. 

He was so weak. 

The bag slipped off his shoulder, fell down his arm and dropped quietly on the floor. He walked toward your side of the bed and looked down at your face. His hand felt magnified to you. It moved on its own to caress your cheek, hovered, trembled above you out of fear of waking you up. Out of fear of seeing your eyes look at him. Of your smile. Of the sound of your voice calling his name. 

If you asked it of him, he run to you without question. 

Kneeling, he watched you for a moment. Took you in. Reveled in the sight of you and became jealous of the moon. He dropped his head and took in a breath. 

“You’re distracting,” he professed, his hand rubbing his chin, covering his smirk and clenching jaw. Childe rose up just enough to press a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth, “So damn distracting,” he whispered and watched how you moved beneath him. 

Tearing himself away, he picked up his bag and exited the room. Careful not to slam the door too loud in his irritation. 

The Fatui always talked about how Scaramouche had a sour look on his face, but they’d never seen his after being torn from the bed of his lover and favorite distraction. 

--

Diluc

He meandered through the halls of the Winery, eyes locked on the papers folded in his hand. He had a habit of tucking them behind themselves so he could hold onto them more comfortably. So he could keep his left hand free to sign a form or sniff a cup of just brewed wine. It felt like he’d only made it a few steps before someone else pulled his attention away.

“Excuse me, Master Diluc,” an attendant called to him with a sharp bow. He hated when they addressed him as such, but he stopped trying to fix it long ago. “The equipment you ordered arrived, what would you like us to do with it?” Diluc looked past the attendant toward the front door even though he had no view of outside from this angle. 

“Nothing is missing?” They shook their head, “Alright,” he turned back toward the cellar, “instruct Earnest to set it up in the back corner of the cellar. It should be clear as of yesterday.” 

“Yes sir,” they bowed.

“This new processing method is reserved for our non-alcoholic beverages. Do remind them when you see them,” they bowed again before passing him while Diluc returned to the papers in his grip. He lagged for a moment as he tried to find his place until catching his stride and moving down the hall toward the stairs. 

He drew closer to the study but before he passed through the door, a familiar laugh drifted toward him, stopping him in his tracks. Diluc glanced down the hall seeing only a sliver of light stretching across the ornate rug that had been there since before he was born. No other sound followed so he continued through the door as planned. 

A few moments later, he exited the study to investigate the source of the heart-straining laughter. 

Pushing the door to the bedroom open, he saw you laying across the bed. Your feet kicking in the air, hands holding a book which held your attention.  You laughed again, pressed the pages to your face with a lovely smile before pulling back and turning the page.  Diluc swore he wasn’t a jealous man but oh how he wished to be that book.

It took only a few strides to reach you, and a few less for you to finally look at him. 

“Hello, Handsome,” you hummed. 

He cleared his throat, “Hello.” His cheeks warmed at the nickname you gave him. Of all the things to say -- 

“Whatcha doing?” Lifting onto your knees, you ett him face to face. Closing your book over your fingers, you tapped his chest when he took a step closer to you.

“I might ask you the same thing,” he answered eyeing your book. 

“I figured I’d take a break. Wanna join me?” You inched toward him. His body reacted strongly to feeling of your weight against him as you slid your arms over his shoulder, falling into his chest. 

With a heavy sigh, he closed his eyes to avoid looking at your smile, “I cannot. There are still a few things --” 

“Boo -” you pouted, pulling away from him as you deflated. His hands held your waist so you couldn’t get very far. When they got there he wasn’t sure but they felt so right he didn’t question it. “Okay.” 

Diluc hated seeing you unhappy but he was terrible and finding the right balance. 

“Will you have dinner with me then?” 

He thought it was a silly question. The two of you always had dinner when he wasn’t otherwise incapable of it. With a smile, he told you his intentions, “Yes.” 

“Yay!” With that you were back in a state that made him swoon. He adored your smile more than anyone could. “I won’t hold you then,” you explained but not before you leaned in to kiss him. 

Dangerous --- 

It shouldn’t have distorted him so badly. He’d kissed you plenty of times before this - when one of you left the Winery grounds, when you’d both be too busy to see much of the other, in passing as if to tell the other, ‘hello, i’m thinking of you.’ They were simple but he cherished every one. This one, however, settled in his stomach to intensely. Before you could slip away from him, he pulled you back for another. 

and another. 

and another. 

Until you were laying on your back and his hands pressed into the well-made bed. He pulled back to take you in. How heavily you caught your breath, how tenderly your fingers pressed against his chest or rested against his stubbled chin. He kissed your fingers and you sang at the touch.

He said your name making you shiver at the sound, “Have I told you that you’re ... distracting ...” he breathed over your lips, gaze growing heavy as he looked down at you. 

Your voice had changed in such a beautiful way, “Good distracting or bad--?” 

“Not sure yet,” he answered as his lips connected with yours for a long, lingering kiss of many. 

--

Thoma

Thoma rolled onto his side. The warm sheets sliding across his skin while the sounds of birds and even earlier risers than him spilled through the open windows. He took in a deep breath, catching a whiff of familiarity and comfort. 

Something passed over his side and, before he knew it, that familiarity was pressing against his back. 

Thoma chuckled, “Morning.” He kept his voice low so as to not be so jarring. The only response he got was a unhappy groan. Slowly, he ran his hands over the arm pressed against him, across the palm of the hand that opened to greet him. He caressed the skin and his back grew warmer. “I have to get up,” he said, albeit reluctantly. 

“Mmm, no,” you mumbled, capturing his index finger in your grip. 

“Haha, come on -” He tried to pull his hand away but you held strong; stronger than anyone should be for just waking up. “Okay - okay, a little longer.” He submitted and you relaxed against him. 

Thoma closed his eyes but didn’t fall back asleep. Instead, he listened to the sound of footsteps in the polished hallway, heard whispers of attendants going about their morning, careful not to wake their neighbors up. The Kamisato Estate was more accommodating than people expected, even the staff quarters were more lavish than some of the hostels and homes speckling the island. Thoma wasn’t raised here, but he grew up here. It was like a home to him but you were changing that feeling every day. 

He didn’t just work hard for himself, he worked hard for those he cared about. Prying himself from your arms every morning took a little piece of him, he wanted to give you a good life. One outside of the walls of his employer. 

So, even though you had managed to slip another arm around him. This one under his head. He had to part ways. 

“Okay, time to --” Thoma was captured by you as you launched yourself up and hovered over him. One hand pressing into the bed near his face while the other landed at the back of his neck. He moved to his back and looked into your determined face. 

“I’m not ready for you to leave yet,” you explained, lips dragging down into a frown. Even when you scrunched your face up, even when your hair stuck out at all ends he thought you were one of the most enchanting beings he’d ever seen. 

Maneuvering his hand between the sheets and your limbs, he touched your forehead and let his hands run across your hair. “When will you be ready?” He asked, knowing no amount of time would be reasonable enough for you. Be it a few minutes, an hour, several days, if you could steal all his time you’d do it - and he was so very tempted to let you. 

If only you knew how often you filled his mind. How frequently he found himself thinking of you, looking for you, hoping for your well-being. He thought that after you agreed to be his, after you swore you’d be by his side that his passions for you would stabilize but that - he found - was not the case. 

“I’m never ready,” you answered. 

“I know,” he replied, cupping your face and pulling you to him. He kissed your lips gently, moved to your nose where he gave you another, turned your head without resistance to pepper the space below your eyes with more of his love. When he finished, your arms were shaking so he helped you fall to your side. 

“Thoma -” 

“Mmm?” He asked as he followed after you, his nose pushing against your jaw so he could kiss the warmth of your neck. 

“Y-your distracted --” 

He slid closer to you, placed his arm over your head so he could block you, wall off your expressions so only he could see. “I guess I am,” Thoma mused, his nose brushing against your own until you looked at him and he sealed your bravery with a kiss. 

--

#hazels works #genshin impact #genshin impact x gn reader #genshin spice #genshin impact fluff

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Reader - Brotherly Love Part 5/6

Summary - The sequel to The Houseguest where Ruben and Reader have been dating long distance for a year. The two of them finally plans to spend a holiday together, but to Readers suprise and disappointment, Ruben brings her brother Bernardo with them.

Enjoy!

Ruben was giving you the cold shoulder after your argument the other day. The worst part about that is now Bernardo really had him all to himself. You felt like the silly little sister, having a crush on her brother's best friend. And yes, of course you still had feelings for Ruben. To you he was the love of your life. Perhaps that's what disappointed you the most, the fact that Ruben didn't fight for your love.

"Y/N can I talk to you for a minute?" Thomas asked, urging you to take a walk with him in the backyard.

"What's up?"

Believe it or not, it was the first time Thomas had adressed you by name during your entire stay at the villa. For the most part he had been avoiding eye contact with you and acted quite anxiously whenever you were around you. Which was odd because despite how strange it was that your sister was dating your first love, you had zero problems with it. Their feelings for each seemed real which was a miracle in itself considering how cazy Anita was.

"I wanted to ask you somthing?" Thomas said as the two of you paced in the backyard, away from the villa.

"Ask me what?"

"Well...usually I'm meant to go to your parents for this question but to me your opinion matters too."

"Okay... my opinion of what? Why are you being weird Thomas?"

"I'm not being weird I'm just nervous."

You chuckled. "Nervous about what?"

He took a deep breath.

You frowned, realizing what a train wreck he actually was. "It's okay Thomas, you can tell me." You reassured.

He nodded. "I want to ask your sister to merry me, but I won't ask her unless it's okay with you."

You froze, stupefied by the question. Such a big question.

"Thomas I....I don't think...."

"You don't have to give me an answer right now. I'm not planning on doing it until we get back home. But I want you to at least think about it. And perhaps not tell Bernardo about it."

"Tell Bernardo about what?"

Just then he wandered into the backyard, Bernardo, with grocery bags in his hands. You could see Ruben by the car, unloading more bags.

"Tell me what Thomas?" He said, putting down the groceries. He had overhead your conversation or at least the last part of it.

"I....I was talking to your sister."

"Yeah, I know. But you said my name didn't you?"

"I did but...."

"What we were talking about is none of your business Bernardo." You defended.

It was true,  Bernardo was terrible at keeping secrets. You understood why Thomas wanted to keep his plans to propose to Anita exclusively between the two of you.

"But if he told you he could tell me, no?" Bernardo argued,  like the child he was. Needless to say his behavior often rubbed off on you too.

"What he said has nothing to do with you."

"Great, so why does it matter if he tells me or not?"

"Because."

"Because?"

"Yes, because...it's none of your business period."

"What's going on?"

You drew back a little as Ruben came into the backyard. Thomas noticed this and shot you a blank stare.

"It's Y/N." Bernardo blamed. "She and Thomas are keeping secrets, saying it's none of our business."

"Oh." Ruben's faltered gaze shifted between you and Thomas.

"It's not like that. We were just talking." You said.

"About what?"

You rolled your eyes. "Don't start Bernardo."

"Women." He sighed and left with the groceries towards the house. Ruben lingered a bit longer, appearing to want to say somthing to you. He hesitated though, following Bernardo into the house.

"Are you two good?" Thomas asked.

"No. No we are not."

Your mood was gloomy for the rest of that day. Seeing Thomas and Anita during dinner didn't help. They were laughing and making jokes. Under the table their hands were intertwined and their feet nudging. A couple in love.

"Y/N, pass me the salt honey."

"Y/N?"

"Huh?" Your attention was brought back to the table. Your parents were looking at you expectantly.

"Is everything alright?" Your mom asked.

"Um...yeah, sure." You passed your dad the salt. He took it skeptically.

"You don't seem fine."

A hand was brought to your temple. You groaned. "I'm fine mom. I assure you that I don't have a fever."

"What is it then, you've been quiet all night."

Everyone's attention was brought to you. You glanced up to see Ruben looking at you with furrowed brows.

"I see." Your mother mumbled. "Well your brother and Ruben will be back for the next holiday. In the mean time I'm sure you and Ruben can arrange to see each during the weekends. It's not that far for you to drive down from university to Lisabon, right honey?"

"Right."

You took a bite of your food. Your parents were the only once oblivious to your current relationship status with Ruben. Everyone else seemed to have picked up that there was trouble in paradise.

"When are you leaving son?" Your dad asked Bernardo.

"Tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" You exclaimed, spitting a few food crumbs onto the table. "But that so soon."

"Well we have to get back to training."

"We?" Anita chuckled.

"Okay, Ruben has to get back to training. I have to get back to...you know." He mumbled.

You shot a glance towards Ruben. He kept his eyes on his plate. A part of you thought there would be more time, more time to make things right between you.

"Y/N, wait!"

It was after dinner. You were on your way back to the pool house when Ruben came running.

"Are you okay?"

"No, I'm not okay." You frowned. "Why didn't you tell me that you were leaving?"

"I wanted to tell you, but then our fight happned and..."

You shook your head. It was pathetic, you were already crying. "Will I see you again?"

Ruben stepped up to you. "Of course. You can visit me whenever. My home is your home Y/N." His hands rubbed your arms, shielding you from the nights cold. So much a simply touch could do. You were ready to throw yourself back into his arms. There was only one question.

"Where is Bernardo staying during his suspension from the team?"

"Y/N." Ruben sighed. This practically answered your question. "You know he's staying with me as long as he needs to."

You nodded. "Then I guess there's no room for me."

"Y/N."

You wiggled out of his grip and continued towards the pool house.

"Maybe you should stay with Thomas!" Ruben shouted. "Since the two of you seem so close to each other again."

"What did you say?"

You paused and turned back around.

Ruben stood by what he said, his arms crossed before him.

You approached him with angry steps. "You don't know the first thing about..."

"Enlighten me then."

You snorted.

"Bernardo told me that he overheard the two of you talking. What does Thomas want huh? Does he want you back, is that it?"

You shook your head, a smirk on your face. "I can't believe you're dumb enough to trust anything Bernardo says."

"Oh, so I'm the dumb one? At least I don't go kite surfing when a splash of water makes me seasick."

You slapped him. It was an unexpected reaction from you but your hand left your side and swiped across his face. Ruben took it well though. He might have seen it coming. The silence that followed was one of the most painful moments you've ever experienced.

"Y/N I..."

You shook your head, tears streaming down your face. "Please don't speak."

"Y/N, I'm sorry I..."

"Ruben please." You cried. "Don't ever speak to me again."

You left him standing there whilst you ran back into the house. You ran upstairs not caring who you woke up. You knocked on the bathroom door knowing she'd be in there going through her many nightly routines. The door opened. She looked back at you with a startled expression. Nevertheless, seeing your tears, Anita knew not to ask too many questions. She pulled you into her embrace, letting you cry in her arms. It was one of those rare but universal moments between siblings. When all you needed to do was be there for one another. And right now all you needed was your big sister.

#fanfiction #football imagine #ruben dias #man city #manchester city #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias imagine #footballer imagine #footballer x reader #football angst #bernardo silva

[parkerslatte]

Never Let Me Go

Matthew Fairchild x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: injury and blood.

Summary: While out patrolling, Y/N is attacked by a demon and receives severe injuries. Matthew begs her to be okay.

The Shadowhunter Chronicles Masterlist

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The moment Y/N realised there was a demon was the moment she felt a sharp pain across her back. Blood poured from the wound as Y/N fell to the floor letting out a blood curdling scream. The blood pooled around her and every movement she made caused her body to be set alight. Y/N had never felt so much pain before. 

“Y/N!” Thomas yelled, killing the demon with deadly efficiency. 

Y/N made no noise as Thomas kneeled down next to her. She whimpered out in pain as tears ran down her cheeks. He pulled his stele out and drew and iratze. It wasn’t helping, the wound wasn’t healing. 

Thomas’s hand gently touched her back and Y/N let out another scream of pain. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“Thomas,” Y/N mumbled, her breath coming out in ragged pants. “It hurts.”

Thomas desperately looked around. Y/N’s cries of pain shattered through his heart. There was no one around. 

“I’m going to need to move you,” Thomas said.

“I can’t,” Y/N cried. “Hurts too much.”

“I need to, Y/N,” Thomas said. “I need to get you to the institute.”

Y/N shook her head. “I can’t, Tom.”

Thomas grimaced. “I’m sorry, Y/N. But I need to, I’m not going to let you bleed out.”

The scream Y/N let out when Thomas picked her up was horrible to listen to. Y/N tried to get out of his grip but it only caused her more pain. It felt like she was being stabbed a hundred times and each blade was twisting. 

Thomas hadn’t even started walking when Y/N was passed out. 

***

Matthew settled down on his couch with Oscar’s head resting in his lap. He had asked Y/N if she wanted to come around his house as he hadn’t seen her much over the past few days. Once she told him that she was patrolling, Matthew had wanted to do it with her but she refused knowing that Matthew didn’t really want to patrol. 

However as soon as Matthew relaxed into his couch, hectic knocks banged his front door. Confused, Matthew got to his feet and walked over to the front door, Oscar following at his feet. 

As he opened it, Cordelia was standing on the other side, a distraught expression on her face. 

“What’s wrong?” Matthew asked. 

Cordelia chose her next words very carefully. “Matthew, it’s Y/N. She was hurt badly.”

Matthew felt his heart plummet. “Where is she?”

“Thomas took her to the institute,” Cordelia explained as she and Matthew left his flat, Oscar in tow, and out to the carriage where James was waiting.

“My father sent word not long ago,” James said as Matthew and Cordelia got into the carriage. 

“Is- is she okay?” Matthew asked, fiddling with his ring anxiously. 

James sighed. “We don’t know. My father didn’t go into details, only to get to the institute as soon as possible.”

Matthew didn’t speak another word. Oscar rested his head on Matthew’s knee sensing his distress. James and Cordelia shared a concerned look as the carriage came to a stop in front of the institute. 

Matthew was out of the carriage and sprinting up the stairs of the institute and opened the doors. Thomas was in the entry hall with Alastair, blood staining his shirt. Matthew stopped in his tracks. 

“Matthew,” Thomas said, tears brimming his eyes. 

“What happened?” Matthew whispered. 

Thomas swallowed and approached the blonde. “We separated for not even a minute and I heard her scream. When I got there the demon was over her, I killed it but it already hurt her. She begged me not to move her but I couldn’t leave her there exposed.”

Matthew only nodded before making his way to the infirmary. He didn’t even think as he let his legs carry him. Once he arrived at the infirmary, Will and Tessa were outside looking as distraught as James and Cordelia. 

“Matthew, you don’t want to go in there,” Will said, placing his hands on Matthew’s shoulders. 

“Let go of me,” Matthew said, pushing his way towards the doors. 

He was desperate to see Y/N. He needed to know that she was okay. It was as if he wasn’t in control of his body. With one final push, Matthew released himself from Will’s hold and opened the infirmary doors. 

Matthew immediately felt nauseous. Y/N was laid face down on the bed, three long gashes ran from the top of her back to the bottom. The white sheets under her were stained red. She looked dead. Matthew stumbled out of the room, his face pale. 

“Math,” James said, resting his hand on his shoulder. 

Matthew didn’t feel it as he fell to his knees with a sob. James was right beside him pulling him into his arms while Oscar paced by Matthew. 

Matthew’s body shook as he sobbed in James’s arms, his sons echoed throughout the hallway. Everything felt numb. 

“She can’t die, Jamie,” Matthew cried. “She can’t leave me.”

James only held Matthew closer as everyone in the hallway looked down at the parabatai on the floor. Matthew’s knuckles were white from how hard he gripped James’s shirt. James never once complained as he held Matthew. He never complained as Matthew’s sobs slowly subsided as he fell into a dreamless sleep.

***

It had been hours since Y/N was brought into the institute and Matthew had remained outside the infirmary doors laying in James’s arms. He had woken up not long ago and was plucking up the courage to enter the infirmary. 

“I don’t know if I can go in there,” Matthew said.

“Uncle Jem said that she was stable,” James said. 

“You didn’t see her, Jamie,” Matthew whispered. “Her whole back was torn apart. The bed was soaked with her blood. She looked dead, Jamie.”

James sighed. “I know this is hard for you, Matthew. But when Y/N wakes up, the first person she will want to see is you.”

Matthew closed his eyes and shook his head. “She could have died. If Thomas wasn’t fast enough she would be dead right now. I might never have gotten the chance to tell her–”

Matthew cut himself off and took an inhale of air. “I might have never gotten the chance to tell her that I love her.”

James wasn’t shocked. He already knew how his parabatai loved Y/N. Ever since he first witnessed their first interaction a year ago, he knew. 

James held Matthew’s hand. “You have the chance now.”

Matthew held James’s gaze for a moment longer and slowly nodded his head and rose to his feet. James pushed the doors of the infirmary open and Matthew’s heart hurt at the sight of Y/N laying still on the white sheets. They were fresh, nothing like the horrors he had seen when he burst through the doors. Bandages were wrapped around Y/N’s body covering her whole torso and shoulders. 

Numb, Matthew walked to her bedside and sat in the chair next to her, shuffling it closer before taking her hand in his. Her skin was cold to the touch. If it wasn’t for the shallow rise and fall of her chest, Matthew would believe that she was truly dead. 

“Uncle Jem said she might be asleep for the next few days,” James said. 

Matthew only nodded. “I’m staying here.”

James didn’t argue. He only picked up a blanket from one of the other beds and draped it over Matthew’s shoulder’s. “Make sure you get some sleep yourself.”

Matthew didn’t respond as he lifted Y/N’s hand to his mouth, brushing his lips across her knuckles. Tears pricked his eyes as he looked at her still form. If she had decided to go to Matthew’s flat or he had been on patrol with her, maybe she wouldn’t be lying nearly dead in an infirmary bed. Maybe they would be cuddling on Matthew’s couch, maybe he would have finally told her how he felt. 

While letting out a quiet yawn, Matthew rested his head on the corner of Y/N’s bed and closed his eyes. He didn’t ever let go of Y/N’s hand. 

***

Y/N was still asleep when Matthew woke the next day. He didn’t move from her bedside at all. He remained and spoke to her while she was sleeping. Even when James, Thomas or Cordelia asked him if he wanted to get some fresh air, Matthew wouldn’t budge. 

“When you wake up, I am finally going to tell you how I feel,” Matthew said and brushed Y/N’s hair away from her face. “I am going to tell you all of the reasons I fell in love with you, it may take a while but I hope you will listen to them all.”

There was a hope in Matthew’s heart that she would open her eyes but they remained firmly shut. But Matthew still didn’t stop talking to her, even when Will and Tessa came in to check on her, Matthew continued to talk to her, speaking as if he could hear. 

The following days for Matthew were torture. Y/N still wasn’t awake though she had shown signs of waking up soon. A small movement of her fingers. When Matthew felt the tiniest movement of her pointer finger he immediately summoned everyone to the infirmary. Y/N didn’t wake. When there was a flicker of her eyelid, Matthew once again held out the hope that she would wake but she didn’t. Y/N still remained in her unconscious state. 

It had been five days since Y/N was attacked and Matthew had sat by her bedside for all of those days simply talking to her. But now he was desperate. Everytime he woke, he expected Y/N’s eyes to be open and staring down at him. He expected to hear her laugh whenever he told a joke. He just wanted her to open her eyes.

“You need to wake up soon, Y/N,” Matthew muttered, his lips against her hand. “I am simply going mad. I need to see your beautiful eyes again, hear your laugh, feel your finger link with mine. I need you to wake up. I miss the sound of your voice and the kindness it holds. I miss the nights we would fall asleep by the fire and end up wrapped in each other’s arms.”

A tear escaped down Matthew’s cheek. “I regret not telling you how I felt sooner. I wish I told you that whenever you awoke in my arms, my heart beat rapidly and swelled twice its size. Everytime I wake up next to you I wish that it would happen everyday for the rest of my life. The touch of your skin on mine is something I crave daily and I need it to survive. Not feeling you reciprocate the touch is slowly killing me and I’m afraid that if you don’t wake up soon, I will succumb to this illness only you can cure.”

Matthew closed his eyes and clutched onto Y/N’s hand. He only had his eyes closed for a brief moment before she felt a small movement of her fingers. His eyes shot open as Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed in pain. 

“Y/N?” Matthew muttered. 

Y/N groaned quietly, clutching fully onto Matthew’s hand. “It hurts…”

It was all she said before she drifted back into an unconscious state.

***

It had only been an hour since Y/N woke up in pain. Her hand was still clutched around Matthew’s and every movement he made, her grip became tighter. Matthew was told it was only a matter of time before she would fully be awake. 

“I love you,” Matthew said. “And I hope you can hear this, maybe it will convince you to wake up.” Matthew huffed out a laugh. “I need you to open your beautiful eyes, my love.”

With his other hand, Matthew leaned over and cupped her cheek. Some warmth had returned to her body. His thumb brushed across her cheekbone before he slipped from the chair and perched on the edge of the bed leaning down to press his lips against her forehead. 

“Please wake up,” he muttered against her head.

There was silence. 

Matthew sighed and moved to sit back in the chair. Before he could move, however, Y/N’s hand tightened around his. 

“Please stay there,” Y/N said, her voice hoarse. 

Matthew eyes widened as he looked down at Y/N, her eyes were open and staging up at him. Her beautiful eyes. 

“You’re awake,” Matthew said, smiling.

“I heard everything you said,” Y/N whispered. “I fought to come back to you.”

Matthew leaned down and rested his forehead gently on hers. “So you already know.”

“I want to hear you say it,” Y/N said. “Just so I know it wasn’t only a dream.”

“I love you,” Matthew said. “I am utterly in love with you, Y/N.”

Despite her obvious pain, Y/N smiled. “It wasn’t a dream.”

Matthew nudged her nose with his. “No it wasn’t.”

“I’ve had dreams about you telling me that before,” Y/N said. “I didn’t think I would ever hear those words spoken from your mouth.”

“You will hear them every single day if you want me to,” Matthew said. 

“I do,” Y/N said, wincing in pain as she moved her arm so she could cup Matthew’s cheek. “I want to hear you tell me that every single day for the rest of my life.”

Y/N tilted her head the smallest amount to brush her lips against Matthew’s. Taking the hint, Matthew pressed his lips against hers in a gentle kiss, afraid that he would hurt her. The kiss was quick but as Matthew pulled away, Y/N was smiling brightly. 

“I love you too, Matthew,” Y/N said.

“I only wish that it didn’t take you nearly losing your life for me to admit it,” Matthew said.

“Hey, don’t think about that now, okay? The only thing that matters is that I am alive and that I get to hold you in my arms,” Y/N said, her hand coming to rest on the nape of his neck. 

Matthew quickly pecked her lips once more. “When you are fully healed, I am going to wrap my arms around you and never let go.”

“I never want you to let me go, for as long as we live.”

#shadowhunters #matthew fairchild x fem!reader #matthew fairchild fic #matthew fairchild x reader #matthew fairchild #the last hours x reader #the last hours

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Summary: Y/N has need of an escort, and Geralt is the only person she trusts to protect her but will their history pose a problem?

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x female!reader, reader x male!other (mentioned)

Word Count: 5050

Warnings: slight angst, mentions of prostitution/sex work, familial/marital death, loss of virginity (discussed), smut

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It was dark outside, a pitch black sky hanging over crisp white trees and grass, though she didn’t feel the cold sitting by the roaring fire in the study, her nearly-finished book in her lap as she sipped a warm cup of tea. Her younger brothers, the future masters of the house, had gone to bed hours before, and Y/N liked to have the evening to herself, absorbed in some adventure far away from her rather boring existence.

The first alert that someone had entered the grounds of the house came from Martha, who wrung her hands together when she burst into the room, concern on her face. “A rider is here, ma’am,” she whispered, almost as if she were afraid to break the silence.

Y/N sat up, putting her tea down on the table next to her. “A rider?”

“I believe it is the Witcher,” Martha replied, her expression showing her displeasure. 

Not unsurprisingly, most people didn’t like Witchers. They were viewed as cold, emotionless brutes, only good for slaying monsters. Y/N’s own experience differed - if it was the Witcher she suspected, she had been awaiting his arrival for days, and though Geralt was every bit of a brute as was expected of him, he was far from emotionless.

“I should greet our guest,” Y/N murmured, getting to her feet. The older woman looked at her with dismay, and she smiled back, placing one hand on Martha’s forearm. “Do not fret, Martha, he’s odd, but he’s no danger. Besides, who better to trust with my safety than the man my father trusted?”

She didn’t look convinced, but her younger mistress was already heading out of the door, grabbing her shawl as she passed it. Opening the front door brought a gust of a chill into the hall, and as Geralt’s large stallion drew closer, Y/N stepped out into the cold, tugging her shawl tightly around her shoulders. The horse huffed loudly as he came to a stop, and the rider fixed his golden eyes on her.

“My lady,” Geralt grunted, tipping his head slightly before dismounting, his ragged cloak dragging on the floor as he landed.

“Geralt,” she replied with a smile, “you received my letter.” He nodded, gathering Roach’s reins in one hand as the horse snorted softly. His attitude wasn’t the warmest, though it never had been if she was honest, but she couldn’t help feeling a little dejected at it. Forcing her smile to remain in place, she gestured to the stables. “Nothing’s changed,” she said softly. “If you would like to stable Roach, there’s food and ale in the kitchen.”

“Thank you,” he muttered, leading the horse off towards the stables, barely giving her another glance.

“Would you like me to warm some food for him, Miss Y/N?” 

Martha’s soft question distracted her from her fixed gaze on the Witcher’s retreating form, and she looked at the older woman, shaking her head. “No, Martha, it’s fine. I can manage. You should make sure the boys are in bed. Thomas is probably still reading.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She bowed her head, scurrying off ahead of her mistress. Y/N followed slowly, pulling the large oak door shut behind her, confident that Geralt would remember his way to the back of the property where the kitchen was. As she moved through the house, she extinguished the lights, leaving only the ones in the corridor alit before making her way into the kitchen.

The house was huge, the kitchen equally so, but it was always warm in there, the fire burning away in the hearth at all hours. Musket, the small terrier that belonged to the cook, was in his bed, and he looked up with a wag of his tail as she passed, prompting her to stoop and pet him. There was a good deal of food leftover in the pantry from the Sunday meal, so Y/N busied herself preparing some of it for Geralt, all the while pondering what she would even say to him. Their last meeting had been brief, at the graveside of her father, and to say he had been terse with her would be an understatement. He hadn’t visited much since she’d married Darius, even though his untimely death had ended their union at only six months, weeks before her father succumbed to old age.

Before that, things had been different between them. Her father had never pressured her to marry - his legacy was ensured in his two sons - so she had been mostly free to do as she pleased, though she rarely found trouble in books. The only romance that interested her were the epic courtships in her favorite novels, that is, until she had met the Witcher her father had employed to deal with some unpleasant creatures invading their land. He was mysterious, handsome, like all the heroes in her books, and she was still young, just shy of twenty, and clueless, by her own admission. She had practically thrown herself at him, and even then, it had taken some persuasion to get what she wanted.

If her father had ever discovered the dalliance between them, she suspected he would not have been happy, even though it had only happened a few times, and all at her initiation. At any rate, she knew now that the feelings she held for the strange giant of a man were affection, not love, but it still hurt when he began to treat her with the same indifference he showed everyone else.

The door leading outside creaked loudly as Geralt pushed it open, and his boots left icy trails when he stepped inside. Y/N glanced up, trying not to let her gaze linger too long, though she noticed the holes in his cloak, and the poorly-sewn patches on his clothing. His ratty attire wasn’t unusual for someone who spent most of their time traveling the countryside, but it made the caregiver in her prickle, and by the time he sat down at the long table, she was already mentally gathering new garments for him to wear.

“Thank you,” he mumbled when she passed him a tankard of mead.

“It looks like you had a long journey,” she commented, turning away again to pick up the plate of food she had prepared. “Are the roads very icy?”

“Not icy enough to make them impassable,” he replied softly. “The road to the city is clear.”

“That’s good.”

“May I ask what the purpose of the visit is?”

She smiled, placing his plate in front of him before taking the seat opposite. “James is nearly of age. He’s to complete an apprenticeship with an old friend of my father’s in the city and there are some finer details that need to be discussed.”

“Is James going with us?” he asked.

“No,” she hummed. “It will just be me. I have some other things to take care of while I’m there but it should not take longer than a few hours. I’ve already secured comfortable lodgings for us for the night.”

He smirked, picking up a chicken leg from his plate. “You make it sound like you knew when I’d be here.”

“You’ve always been very punctual.”

“And your family has always been generous with their coin,” he pointed out.

Chuckling under her breath, she leaned her elbows on the table, watching him eat for a few seconds. He seemed hungry, ravenous even as he tore into the flesh of the bird, barely chewing a mouthful before he was onto the next. “Where were you?” she asked carefully.

“The mountains,” he replied. “I was going back to Kaer Morhen for the winter.”

“I hope I have not delayed you.”

He dropped the stripped bone, sucking his fingers clean as he shook his head. “Not at all.”

“I’ve prepared a room for you, the same one you usually use. And I assume you’re satisfied with the same rate of pay? All expenses included.”

Lifting his gaze to meet hers, he laughed quietly. “You sound just like your father.”

She relaxed a little. “I guess it’s becoming a habit.”

Geralt nodded, breaking eye contact to pick at his food again. Y/N hesitated for a moment, then got to her feet, moving towards the sink to make herself a glass of water. He continued to eat, and she ignored him, sipping her drink with her attention out of the window into the darkness of the fields beyond.

“When do we leave?” he asked.

“Tomorrow,” she replied as she turned back to him. “I will find you some suitable attire. You can’t escort me into the city in rags.” Another light laugh from him, derision despite the fact she knew he wouldn’t turn fresh clothing down. Finishing up her water, she placed the empty glass on the counter. “It’s late, and I have things to attend to before we leave tomorrow,” she sighed. “You can find your way to your bed, I trust?”

Only a nod was her answer, and she grimaced, mouth a thin line as she watched him for a moment more. When he showed no sign of being interested in further competition, she tried to calm the desperate younger woman in her that was clamoring for his attention.

“Goodnight, Geralt. Try not to frighten Martha.”

He grunted something that sounded like “goodnight” but she was already on her way out of the door, keeping her focus on her feet as she headed up to her room. She didn’t close the bedroom door, leaving it ajar, listening as Martha went to bed, and her brothers talking next door. When she climbed into bed and extinguished the lamp, she found herself wide awake, hearing when Geralt ascended the stairs thirty minutes later, his footsteps stopping just outside her room.

She held her breath. He lingered, and she wondered if he thought she did not want him, when her body and heart cried out to have him that close. If she sat up and called to him, would he answer? Was the coldness he’d shown her simply a mask, knowing that her association with him could bring her ill-repute?

He moved on, and the door to the guest room closed a few moments later. Y/N exhaled, feeling the sting of tears in her eyes, curling tighter into her blankets as she scolded herself for being so ridiculous.

It took forever to fall asleep.

The weather was warmer once the sun came up the next morning and by the time they were on their way, the frost was gone, leaving everything bathed in the wintery sunshine. It was a few hours’ ride to the city at a leisurely pace, along a mostly deserted road, one that brought the risk of robbers or worse, but Y/N felt safe enough with Geralt behind her. He wasn’t particularly chatty on the few occasions she attempted conversation, but after an hour, the silence was beginning to grate on her nerves.

Slowing until she was riding level with him, she turned to him, tilting her head slightly. “Why have you been so curt with me as of late, Geralt?”

He blinked, turning his head slowly until his blazing golden eyes were on her, sending a shiver down her spine. “I have no idea what you are talking about,” he grumbled low in his throat.

She scoffed lightly. “Don’t insult me,” she spat. “I thought we were friends at the very least.”

“Are we not?”

The look she shot him could have withered plants. “You tell me.”

Seconds trickled by with her challenging glare, but Geralt only seemed amused. He shifted in the saddle, clearing his throat lightly. “If you’re alluding to the lack of sex, my lady,” he purred, “I would gladly entertain you. I had assumed after your marriage that you wouldn’t be interested.”

“I’m not married anymore,” she replied sullenly.

“And it wouldn’t be proper to seduce a grieving widow,” he drawled.

She couldn’t help the chuckle that left her lips. “I would never have described you as proper, Geralt.” Her horse huffed loudly, pulling at the bit to move faster in the cold, so she loosened the reins, smiling to herself as her companion matched her pace. “And I was grieving. For a while. Darius was a wonderful companion but…” Trailing off, she turned her head to fix a daring smile on the witcher beside her. “There were always comparisons.”

“Oh?”

He seemed insufferably amused. Y/N scowled and clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “He didn’t snore as loud as you do,” she snapped.

The comment didn’t appear to bother him, judging by the peal of laughter that chased after her. She shook her head with a noise of disgust, then urged her horse on a little faster.

It was growing colder as the skies began to darken hours later, and by the time they reached the gates of the city, she could no longer feel the tips of her fingers. Thankfully, their lodgings were close by, and they were inside by true nightfall, both horses stabled and fed for the evening. Y/N could think of nothing but food, ushering Geralt along as her stomach rumbled. The tavern they had lodgings above was a modest but more affluent establishment, not as rowdy as she supposed the witcher’s usual haunts were, and his presence inspired a hushed silence when they entered.

He didn’t comment on it, or even acknowledge it with any reaction, following her dutifully to a table. It took a few moments for the patrons to recognize that he wasn’t about to cause trouble, though the furtive glances in his direction continued as they ordered and waited for their food. Even the woman serving them eyed him warily, doing her best to only speak to Y/N.

“Everyone would think you’re a stone cold murderer,” Y/N muttered as the woman hurried away with their order. “But I suppose they like to believe the stories.”

“Some of them are true,” Geralt confessed, tone low and matter-of-fact, but when she looked at him, he was almost smiling.

The unwelcoming atmosphere faded quickly as the people around them decided the witcher in their midst wasn’t a threat, conversation beginning again. Their meals arrived quickly, and Y/N was eager to tuck in, barely sparing him a second of attention as she focused on quelling her ravenous appetite.

“I assume none of your business in town requires our attention tonight?” he asked, after she’d slowed in her eating, half the meal devoured already.

Her eyebrows shot up. “Our attention?” she repeated. “I didn’t assume you would accompany me everywhere.”

“I would feel more comfortable if I did,” he said quietly, lifting his tankard to his lips. “You don’t spend as much time in these places, Y/N. While you’re a capable woman, you’re also an easy mark.”

She chuckled, lowering her fork. “I want to be insulted by that, but as it’s you… I suppose it would be wise to keep you by my side. So long as you want to be.”

Geralt’s mouth set into a thin line. “Don’t try to test me, princess,” he growled.

“Oh, I wouldn’t dare.”

He grunted, and she giggled to herself, continuing her meal. Patrons filtered in and out around them, and their presence went mostly unnoticed, save for those curious about the witcher, not that they were stupid enough to approach. Y/N paid when they were done, and Geralt hung back as she got the key to their room.

“Only one room?” the woman at the counter clarified, her gaze slipping past Y/N to the hulking white-haired man behind her.

“Yes,” Y/N confirmed, clutching the key tightly when the woman handed it over somewhat reluctantly. When she turned back to Geralt, he was watching her curiously, and she shrugged at his expression. “You did say it would be wiser for you to be with me at all times.” She smirked, slipping past him, and he followed with both her bag and his slung over his shoulder.

The tavern was fairly large upstairs, with more than one room on each floor. Most of them were occupied, and their room was on the highest floor, the stone walls thick enough to drown out any noise from other guests. Geralt almost had to stoop to avoid hitting his head on the doorframe, and his boots thudded heavily on the floorboards.

“Well this is a little smaller than I was expecting,” Y/N tutted, turning to face him as he closed the door. “But at least it’s quiet.”

“I’ve slept in worse places.”

“Bet you have.”

The lamps were already lit, and though there was no fire, the room had only a single window with a thick frame, and the warmth of the floors below left it a comfortable temperature. Y/N tested the bed, lowering herself onto it and finding it pleasantly soft. Geralt watched her, gaze darkening when she smiled at him and patted the bed.

“Might get cold,” she teased.

He huffed, dropping her bag at her feet. “You’re playing games.”

“Would you prefer me to be more forward?” she asked, getting to her feet and closing the gap between them. “I want you.”

“Y/N -”

She scowled. “Don’t use that tone on me. I’m not a child. I wasn’t a child when I seduced you the first time!”

“Keep your voice down.”

“Or what?”

He glared at her, grabbing her by the arms; her breath caught in her throat, eyes wide at the sudden roughness. For a moment, she thought he was going to speak, so she waited, only to grow impatient at his lack of reply.

“Let me go,” she seethed, struggling in his hold. “Don’t manhandle me unless you mean it.”

“I mean it,” he snapped back. “You’re infuriating.”

“Have you met you?”

With a frustrated snarl, he released her, forcing her backwards until her legs hit the bed and she dropped onto her bottom. Geralt stared down at her, chest heaving, golden eyes sparkling with what she hoped was arousal, but she couldn’t tell. “I don’t want to take advantage of a grieving widow,” he said, voice thick as he tried to control himself. “The same as I didn’t want to take advantage of a naive maiden the first time.”

She smiled, leaning on her hands. “You never took advantage of me. You only gave me what I needed.” Thrusting her chest out, she looked up at him, curling her fingers into the blankets underneath her. “I did not die with my husband, I still feel, I’m still… I still have needs. And I trust you.” She paused as she chewed the inside of her cheek thoughtfully. “You’d be surprised how few men I encounter, and the ones I do are… unpleasant.”

“Your trust may be misplaced,” he grunted, though he didn’t move, looking down at her.

“I don’t think it is,” she whispered, reaching for him as she rose again. “I trust you with my life, Geralt.” His heavy gaze was hungry now, raking over her in a way that made her stomach flutter, but she knew she didn’t have him convinced yet. “And now… there’s no one to comment if there happened to be bruises.”

The sound he made sent a shiver down her spine and she quickly found herself back in his hold, pressed hard against him. “There could be a lot of bruises,” he warned, sliding one hand down to grab her rear, squeezing his fingers into her flesh. “Are you sure?”

“Do you need written permission?” she drawled.

He groaned, pulling her into a forceful kiss that only left her wanting more. “I think you need something to occupy that smart mouth.”

She didn’t resist when he pushed her down onto her knees, letting her skirts cushion them against the hard floor. His fingers had barely grazed the buckle of his belt before she was batting them away, eagerly unfastening the leather to tug his pants down. He groaned as she pulled his already hard cock free, stroking him from root to tip.

Her exploration didn’t end there. Keeping her eyes on his, she stuck her tongue out, lapping at the swollen bulbous tip to taste the bead of essence caught there, prompting him to moan and press one hand to the side of her head. The pins holding her hair in place clattered to the floor as he slid his fingers through it, and she finally broke eye contact, closing them to enjoy the weight of him on her tongue. The sounds rumbling out of him made her bolder, and she took him deeper, bracing her hand against his meaty thigh. Her other hand rested around the base of his cock, covering what she couldn’t fit into her mouth, though she teased him every so often with a sudden deeper stroke that made him grunt in surprise.

His fingers clenched on the side of her head, and the possessive touch prompted her to moan and pull back, leaving his skin slick with her saliva. She looked up at his face, features shadowed by the lamplight filling the room; he dragged his thumb down to her mouth, stroking the pad across her wet bottom lip.

“I’ve had a lot of cold, lonely nights, Geralt,” she whispered, keeping a firm grip on his cock.

“You won’t be cold or lonely tonight,” he promised, reaching to pull her to her feet again. Her hand and his manhood was crushed between them as he kissed her, though that didn’t stop her still trying to stimulate him. His patience was obviously thin as he tugged at her clothing, practically tearing at the laces of her dress to get to her, and ignoring his own state of dress when he pushed her, naked, onto the bed.

She giggled as he pried her legs apart, manhandling her hard enough to leave an ache wherever his fingers graced her skin. He nipped at her inner thigh, startling her into a whine, before his lips brushed her bare pussy, and her whine pitched then went silent.

“Nothing to say now?” he teased, letting his warm breath fan over her swollen sex. Her head rocked from side to side as he took his time, tormenting her with a gentle stroke of his pointed tongue against her clit, light enough to arouse but not enough for any gratification. She whined louder, tilting her hips in an attempt to find more friction. “No?” he challenged again. “But you’ve been so chatty all day.”

All she could muster was a tiny mewl, somewhere between a “please” and his name. Geralt only laughed, nuzzling into her sex, flicking his tongue against her throbbing clit again.

“You can do better than that,” he chided.

“Gah,” she managed, forcing herself to look at him. “Please, Geralt.”

He huffed, smirking at her. “Better.”

Any scathing remark she had faded into a gasp as he pressed his mouth into her, using his tongue to spread her plump lips. The pointed tip slid up from her hole to her clit, circling the swelling bundle of nerves, and the sudden intense pressure made her jerk her knees up, though he prevented her from clamping her trembling thighs. Each gasp of a breath became a whimper as he feasted on her, and she shuddered from head to toe, digging her fingers into the blankets underneath her.

He still took his time, giving her just enough stimulation to have her teetering on the edge of bliss, fingers teasing at her slick hole as his tongue worked over her clit. She squirmed needily, trapped under his weight, desperate to cum, whining his name over and over until she couldn’t take any more.

“Wanna cum, Geralt, please.”

The fingers teasing her hole went still, and he lifted his head to look up her body, licking his lips clean of her taste. “Then cum,” he replied, sinking two fingers knuckle deep inside her, watching her expression dissolve into pleasure. She cried out, grinding down onto his hand, arching when he returned his mouth to her clit and sucked hard.

Her eyes fluttered shut, and her scream turned soundless as she tensed at the sensations he created. Every part of her body seemed to vibrate towards him, and the low growl he emitted against her cunt made her almost convulse with the throb of her climax. The tension flowed out of her all at once, leaving her trembling and panting hard.

Geralt pulled away, and for a second, she felt bereft, though the warm buzz of her orgasm kept her still. She could hear him undressing, hear the heavy thud of his boots as he removed them, and then the bed dipped under his weight again, and when she opened her eyes again, he was looming over her gloriously hard and naked. She reached for him, curling her fingers into his white hair to pull him in for a kiss, and he acquiesed without pause, fucking his tongue into her mouth as he slipped between her thighs. He didn’t wait, penetrating her easily, settling with her legs around his waist and cock buried to the hilt inside her.

A rattling moan left her as the kiss broke, and she looked up at him, almost sighing in satisfaction. “Feels so good,” she mumbled, tensing just to feel his cock twitch. “Wanted this for so long…”

He hummed, kissing a path along her jaw until his lips grazed the shell of her ear. His hips remained still, her body his perfect little cocksleeve as he pinned her down. “I want you on your knees,” he growled, grabbing her ass as he ground deep into her. “You want me to fuck you, princess, then I’ll fuck you how I please.”

He withdrew, slapping one hand against her thigh before wrapping it around his cock, stroking himself. She was sluggish to move, still shaking from the two orgasms he’d dragged out of her, and as she turned onto her front, Geralt grew impatient, wasting no more time in pulling her onto her knees. Lifting herself on trembling arms, she looked back at him for a brief second when he pressed in behind her, whimpering as he thumbed the blunt tip of his cock through her soaked folds.

In the next second, he was inside her again, the delicious stretch of his girth making her coo loudly, and he laughed, sliding one hand underneath her to grope at her tits. “Is this what you wanted?” he murmured, rocking into her slow but hard, letting her feel how deep he was at that angle. “Tell me.”

“Yes,” she hissed, tossing her head back as her body automatically moved to meet his, desperate for him to move faster.

He straightened, placing both his hands on her hips before spreading his knees, forcing her to open to him. The position put a strain on her thighs but not enough that it distracted her from his sudden increase in pace. Every thrust was deliberate, allowing her to feel every single inch of the thick cock spearing her open, and she couldn’t help crying out, drowning out Geralt’s throaty grunts.

She came with a pitchy whine, surrendering to the pleasure. He didn’t stop, chasing his own end now, and she could feel the bruises on her skin where he touched her, each second passing with a little more pressure. Sweat beaded on her skin, and she gasped for breath, clawing at the blankets when he finally started to falter, his thrusts becoming stuttered as he reached his peak. One last hard stroke and he was buried deep and cumming, spurting warmth into her belly as she moaned decadently.

Her arms and legs ran out of strength, and she slumped forward, turning her head so she didn’t suffocate herself. The action forced Geralt to withdraw, leaving a sticky mess behind, and the bed shifted as he sat back on his haunches. “Are you satisfied now, my lady?” he teased, smirking at her as she nodded weakly and groaned into the pillow.

It wasn’t hard to find sleep once she was wrapped in his strong arms underneath the blankets, and when the tavern owner’s wife knocked on the door to rouse them the next morning, she struggled to pull herself from his warmth.

As he had promised, Geralt accompanied her everywhere, and she had to admit that his presence had allowed things to flow much more smoothly than she expected. Everything was arranged and done in time for lunch, so they took it at a leisurely pace, enjoying the few comforts the city offered that the countryside did not.

The sky was black by the time they turned onto the road to her home, though the clouds were already gathering with the threat of more snow. Geralt slowed, dismounting before Roach had stopped to open the gate, allowing Y/N to pass through. He didn’t bother to get back on the horse, following her down the dirt track to the front of the property, where Martha was waiting with the door open.

“Saw you coming, my lady,” she called as Y/N’s horse slowed to a stop.

Y/N dropped down from the saddle gracefully, clinging to the reins as Geralt approached with Roach trailing behind him. “I’ll be in in a moment, Martha,” she said, and the older lady nodded, scurrying inside and closing the door. Satisfied they were alone, Y/N met Geralt’s gaze with a hesitant smile. “Are we saying goodbye, Geralt?”

He looked up, assessing the sky, jaw clenching as his eyes dropped back to her. “It’s a long ride back to Kaer Morhen,” he murmured.

“You wouldn’t want to tire Roach out too much,” she agreed. “Best you stay here for the night. Set off fresh in the morning, after a good night’s sleep.”

One eyebrow arched at her, a smile curling his lips. “I don’t imagine what you have in mind will be anywhere near a good night’s sleep.”

Tugging on the reins, Y/N smirked at him as she led her horse towards the stables. “Are you going to turn it down?”

Geralt chuckled, shaking his head before following her. “Not at all.”

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[i23kazu]

i just love you so much! ( no, really. )

where kazuha just loves you so much!

characters: kazuha x gn!reader

warnings: mostly safe, but there’s a kiss scene at the end!

a/n: hi hori @kazu-sun !! surprise, i was the anon who asked you about your favourite daydreams with the your genshin favs! 😆 i wanted to do a little something teehees cutely anyways please reblog with tags and comments if you guys liked this <3

kazuha, to you, comes in the form of both ravaging waves and ironically, serene peace.

once you got to know the man, past the layers of his built walls, you fell for him and you fell hard. kazuha is your world. he’s unpredictable, wild, carefree — but the kaedahara clan’s beloved also carries himself with an air of elegance that first drew you to him.

you feel slightly embarrassed to finally realise that kazuha's hair is as red as the evening glow, as the sun starts to fall from its place. it is the same shade as the autumn leaves that fall around you as you walk hand in hand with him. autumn's days are welcoming for a walk around the rebuilt kaedahara estate, stone path slightly corroded after the months of you and kazuha walking along the same trail each evening.

on the other hand, the man of the household couldn't be more mayhem-inducing. it was always that stupid smile, you remembered, that made you fall hook, line and sinker for whatever stupid prank he was planning…

just like one incident that you swear would forever be etched into your memory.

“(y/n), how does your candy taste like?” kazuha gave you a sweet smile, face resting on his fist as he turned from thoma to look at the grimace on your face.

“it tastes like clay… it’s so bitter.” you scrunched up your face in disgust. who would have thought to make a clay flavoured candy?

“mine tastes like lemons.”

“do you think lemon clay would taste nice?”

before you knew it, kazuha’s face was millimetres away from yours, lips close to crashing together.

archons, kazuha was a good person to kiss.

he was gentle, and he tasted like autumn. like pumpkin spice, espresso shots, cinnamon, apples, hot chocolate — kazuha was autumn incarnate, and autumn incarnate had just kissed you.

oh, and kazuha also just stole the clay candy from your mouth.

when he broke the kiss, kazuha wasn’t even bothered, looking at your firetruck-shade face with your palms pressed to your cheeks, feeling the heat. you could still see him chewing your candy.

“did you just steal my sweet?” was all you could say, still breathless and in shock and awe of whatever the archons had blessed you with just now. kazuha grinned at you, a smirk plastered on his face — not unkindly.

“what can i say? i just love you so much.”

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[minjix]

cherry pop! → Vinnie Hacker x reader

requested! Can I request one based on how Thomas recorded Vinnie when he got his haircut but instead it’s the reader. Where she’s going to dye her hair but she doesn’t tell him what color she’s doing so she is scared of what his reaction is going to be. she gets every member of the house to react before she gets his reaction!!! Both Vinnie and reader are part of the hype house !!

summary: in which you color your hair and Vinnie reacts

warnings: swearing + fluff (nothing like the video lol cause i can’t find it for some reason so i free-styled it, hope it’s okay <3)

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You were nervous, scratch that, you were terrified. Thomas wasn’t helping either as he stared you down while your hairstylist prepped the dark red color.

Every now and then, he’d ask you wether you were sure about the color since it would be permanent, to which you simply rolled your eyes at. And after an hour of anxiously muttering to yourself, the color was finally permanent.

Thomas’ reaction was the first one you got, and he loved it, shoving his camera into your face, all while basically yelling his compliments to you.

And then he led you downstairs where the rest of the group was. They all sat around, animatedly talking over each other.

Nikita was the first one to notice you, an excited yell coming from her as she stood up and rushed towards you.

The commotion drew every pair of eyes towards you. A flurry of compliments rained down on you as you were surrounded.

“Holy shit, it looks so good babe!” Nikita stated while her hands were in your hair, getting a closer look. “I love the red,” she began but gasped when the color shifted to a more purple when the sun hit it. “Holy fuck! It’s purple too!”

You couldn’t help but laugh at her reaction, but stopped short when you didn’t see Vinnie. “Hey, where’s Vinnie at?”

“Right here babe,” his voice came from the door to the living room. His eyes were focused on his phone screen as he leaned on the door way, his tattooed arms flexing as his thumbs flew over the screen.

You swallowed nervously as you gathered that he haven’t seen your new look yet. Noticing you doubting yourself, Nikita spoke up, quite loudly.

“Look at Y/n, lil bitch,” she laughed and pushed you towards him. You heard Mia and Chase laugh when you stumbled.

He quickly looked up when he heard your fast approaching, uneven steps, prepared to catch you all whilst silently swearing at Nikita for even pushing you in the first place.

And then he froze. You were so goddamn beautiful to him, to the point it always left him breathless when his eyes found yours.

He was extremely aware of his love for you, something that occupied his mind twenty-four seven.

But now, you were practically glowing. You looked like what he imagined angels to look like.

“Holy fuck, you’re beautiful.” He whispered, and smiled when he noticed you shying away from his compliment.

He grabbed your hand and pulled you towards him, “come here,”. He wrapped his right arm around your waist whilst the other was in your hair, admiring the color. “So goddamn beautiful,” he whispered and planted a kiss on your neck.

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this feels so rushed, sorry. i know that this isn’t probably what you wanted but i tried ♡

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[writerdream22]

requested by: @runnning-outof-time, I sincerely hope you like this ✨🌻💛

pairing: Thomas Shelby x reader

warnings: none, except for a few curse words

feedbacks are always appreciated!

Peace. That was something you hadn't had in a very long time.

Firstly came the war, then the rivalry with Billy Kimber, with countless disagreements and quarrels along the way. You and Thomas had gone through it all together, and never left each other's side. Now, you were in the garden of Thomas's new mansion, which was a palace compared to what you'd seen in Small Heath.

Thomas was sitting on a chair which was right next to yours; you were reading the newspaper while he smoked one of his beloved cigarettes, even though he was well aware of the fact that, sooner or later, you would take it away.

Like usual, you soon got tired of reading and put the newspaper away, neatly folding it and laying it onto the ground. Without even thinking, you took Thomas's hand in yours.

“Y/n, come on” the dark-haired man said.

“What?” you questioned “I like the way your hand fits in mine, Tom. And even though you don't say it—”. With that, you drew closer to his figure and ended your sentence by saying “— you enjoy it as much as I do” and taking away the cigarette from his lips.

Thomas groaned in annoyance, before taking a new cigarette from the packet he had in his pocket and lighting it with the lighter you'd gifted him many years before.

“We were meant to be, you know that” he observed, taking a drag “Too bad that life got in the way, aye?”

“Aye” you responded, looking at the cigarette that you'd taken from Thomas's hands just a few moments prior before taking a drag. There were a few moments of silence before you started talking again.

“Tom, what if— what if we gave ourselves a chance at being happy?” you questioned.

The dark-haired man turned his head towards you, then chuckled. Quite understandably, you looked at him in confusion and he smiled.

“Well... Your proposal is very tempting. Seems to be quite convenient for the both of us” he observed “So yes, y/n. It would be an honour for me to be the reason for your happiness ”

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[specialagentlokitty]

Thomas Barrow x sister!reader - the perfect celebration

Could I request a Thomas Barrow x sister reader where sister reader has just recently been put into Thomas’ care and they haven’t seen each other in years. Both are slightly apprehensive as they know their relationship isn’t the same as when they were children but it is still there. Perhaps one day Thomas has had a particularly bad day and hasn’t seen his sister (she had been avoiding him in every possible) he begins to grow worried, assuming the worst, however sister reader has just been planning a small surprise for his birthday and gives it to him later that night when everyone is supposed to be in bed. Thomas was worried about his sister and everything else that was happening that he almost forgot his birthday and was disheartened to think that his own sister had forgotten too, though she assures him that she could never forget and cares for him very much and has waited for when she’d see him again. - Anon💜

Standing in front of your older brother, you shuffled on your feet slightly uncomfortable, looking around the large home before turning your attention back to him.

“So you came here to work?” Thomas mumbled.

You nodded a little bit, setting your case in the floor next to you.

“I need the money… and I saw Downton had placed an advertisement for a new kitchen maid…”

He hummed, leaning back against the wall as he lit a cigarette.

“You understand it will not be easy?”

“I do.”

“It will be long.”

“I’m aware.”

Thomas gestured for you to come over, and you were a bit apprehensive, you looked at him but made no movement towards him.

“Come here.”

You padded over, and he pulled you in for a hug with one arm, patting your back a few times, and you hugged him back.

“I will make sure you get this job.”

And he did, he made sure that they hired you as a kitchen maid, and he kept a close eye on you.

Neither of you were used to the other anymore, it had been years since you had seen one another, but that sibling bond was still there in a way.

The one thing you didn’t like about your brother, that you had never liked about him was his temper.

It scared you how he could flip.

Thomas knew this of course, so when he had snapped at everybody over breakfast, he chalked it down to you not wanting to be around him while he angry.

But he wanted to talk to you, and apologise for snapping at you when he never meant to.

“(Y/N)?” He asked.

You glanced at him and gave him a little smile.

“Sorry, I need to go.”

With that you all but ran past him with whatever it was you were gathering from the cupboard.

Frowning a little, he went outside to smoke, debating on how to try and approach you.

He kept trying, but even in the kitchen you seemed to be ignoring him.

“Can we talk?” He asked.

“I do not have time I’m sorry.”

“Spare me just a few minutes at least, I have yet to have a proper conversation with to today.”

“Thomas I cannot talk, please leave!”

He blinked a little in shock, but he walked away without a word.

There was a huge party going in upstairs, so everything needed to be perfect and the planning and preparation for it had been going on for a week.

That was why you had been so busy, why he hadn’t seen much of you because you were helping Daisy and Mrs Patmore prepare everything.

But it didn’t mean it wasn’t slightly upsetting that even his own sister wouldn’t spare a few moments to talk with him.

As the evening drew on he hardly saw or heard word from you, you were like a blur around the kitchen, moving quickly to get everything done.

He was proud of you of course.

But he was also upset with you.

He was hoping when the rest of the servants had gone to sleep he would be able to talk to you, since you usually stayed up with him at the end of the day to talk.

Yet, once again that you were gone, he only assumed that you were exhausted and went to bed.

So he sat in the servants hall alone, smoking a cigarette while catching up on the paper he hadn’t managed to finish reading.

You knew he was down there of course, you were expecting him to come down at some point, and you had been waiting.

So, you quietly gathered everything together, and you padded over to the servants hall.

“Thomas?” You asked softly.

He looked up from his paper, quickly setting it down and standing up.

“Where have you been? I assumed you went to bed.”

You smiled, shaking your head.

“No, I knew you would be down here at this time, come into the kitchen please?”

“What for?”

“Please?”

Thomas sighed, gesturing for you to go ahead and he followed you into the kitchen.

“Can I have your matches?”

“Why?”

“Thomas, stop asking questions you’ll ruin it.”

He rolled his eyes, reaching into his pocket he set the matches on the counter, and you beamed brightly at him, heading to a cupboard.

Opening it, you pulled something out and brought it over, setting it on the table and uncovered it.

“A cake?”

“I never had enough money to get any decorations for you, but I got a candle.”

You brought the candle out, setting it beside the cake you lit it and reached under the counter, pulling out a small box.

“Happy birthday Thomas.”

He stared at you in disbelief.

“I had almost forgot it was today, I’ll admit I was worried you had as well.”

You set the present aside, and you shook your head.

“Of course not. I could never forget your birthday Thomas, I celebrated it every year even if I was not with you. I would practice making your favourite cake, and I would alway light a candle for you. You are my big brother, I love you.”

Thomas walked over, placing his had on your head as he looked at the cake.

It was slightly messy, like it had been rushed together, but that didn’t matter to him, because you had made it just for him.

Despite knowing how much trouble you could get in, you still made it just for him.

“I apologise it’s not grand or spectacular…”

Thomas looked at you.

“It is more than enough for me, more than I deserve (Y/N), thank you.”

You smiled softly at him, and he smiled back, picking up the present you had gotten for him.

“Will you stay up with me?” He asked.

“Of course I will.”

And that was it, to him this was probably the best birthday he had ever had, and the first one he had celebrated in years

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