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queendeeshorrorimagines · 2 months

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Can I pretty please request a soulmate AU for this prompt: you have a meter/rating on your body that tells you how dangerous your soulmate is

With the character being Thomas Hewitt??

🥺🙏🏻

Tommy's got his soulmate

Thomas Hewitt x reader

Gender neutral reader

Warnings: mentions of reader being an outcast, slight angst with a fluffy ending, mentions of the smell of cigarette/ weed smoke.

The faint smell of smoke and cheap incense lingered inside the rather dated van as you sat in the back. Soft chattering over the humming of a local radio station made the ride through the desolate Texas road rather calming.

You and your friends were doing a cross country road trip for your final summer vacation for your university years. Friends was a rather long stretch for your relationship with them, yet it could be worse.

On everyone's right wrist was a 1 to 10 meter that showed how dangerous your soulmate was, beeping when you get close to your soulmate. While everyone you know had ones and twos with the occasional three rating, you've always had the rating of ten.

Your soulmate was simply dangerous. The only saving grace was the fact that it never beeped- never actually meeting them before. There were times when you wondered if your soulmate was in prison or in some rather seedy situations, making you more reluctant on meeting them.

Although your parents tried to soothe your worries by saying that you will be safe with your soulmate even though whomever they are is obviously an dangerous person, you can still tell that they were scared for your future.

You tried hiding your meter from your peers but they all end up finding out the truth. If it wasn't the looks of pity, it was the quiet whispers everywhere you walked. It was a sad reality for you to be shunned for what fate or whatever Deity that chose this for you.

"Damnit Henry, you didn't fill the tank up!?"

Mark yelled at his friend as the empty gas light comes on. Amy and Maxine groaned with irritations as you looked up, seeing a sign for a service station a mile away. You spoke up over the arguing young men.

"Guys, there's a service station a mile away if we take this turn. If you two stop arguing like an old married couple, we might be able to make it before we're all fucked."

The men quickly shut up, somewhat intimidated by the simple fact that you were fated to be with a highly dangerous person. The women giggled at the last part, looking away from their magazines.

"How are you able to intimate those two so easily? They stopped fighting right when you spoke."

Maxine asked, looking at you with her doe like soft eyes. You gave an anxious smile as you hear Amy laughed at the other woman's innocence to your situation.

"Well Maxine, there's a reason why you've never seen my meter... I don't like showing it...."

You started to speak, your left hand moving over to rub the covered meter on your right hand. Amy interrupted you.

"Their soulmate rating is a ten, worst anyone could get. Their soulmate is is a fucking monster, Maxine. The boys are scared of how potentially dangerous they will be given their soulmate."

Before there was a chance for you or Maxine to speak, the van was parked next to a gas pump in front of the rather old service station. You opted to get out of the van and get some coffee from the station while Mark gets out to fill the van. Henry, Amy, and Maxine decided to follow you inside for a snack run.

You walked towards the coffee pots, filling a cup with the hot liquid. A quiet beep came from your meter as you heard a softer beep from a short distance. The gas station owner, an older woman stared at you with interest as the beeping becomes faster and louder.

Anxiety flows through your veins as you stood still- as if you were a deer in headlights. Heavy footsteps grew closer to you as the beeping for both yours and your soulmstes meters became apparent to your friend group and the the older lady as the door from the back exit of the building open.

Actually meeting your soulmate wasn't a thing that you've ever thought would happen within your life. The hurricane of thoughts made you not notice the audible gasp come from the older lady's lips.

The first thing you noticed was how much larger the man was. Your wide eyes looked up at him as he stared at you. Time froze as you took in every detail of your soulmate; from the way his curly brown hair clings to his large neck, the leather mouth piece that covers his mouth, all the way to how he has a farmers tan on his face and arms.

The logical side of you was screaming to run away as fast as you could because of how dangerous your meter says he is. Yet, you felt a sense of safety and acceptance coming from the much larger man. A older feminine voice brought the both of you back to reality.

"It appears that you're my son, Tommy's soulmate.."

A look of approval was shown on her face as she gave you a motherly hug. You accepted the hug from her as Tommy watches you.

"I'm Luda Mae, but please call me mama."

She continued as you heard tires screeched outside. Looking towards the windows, you saw your friend's van speed away from the gas station. Your eyes widened in shock as they left you alone with only your wallet. Luda quickly goes to the wall phone, calling what seemed to be the sheriff. You didn't pay attention to what was said as the two of you embraced each other, knowing that you have each other now.

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usedtobecooler · 1 year

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smutty stocking stuffers day one - mr quinn x babysitter!reader

Pairing | Mr. Quinn x fem!reader

Warnings | sexual content (18+ minors dni), age gap (early twenties/mid thirties), unprotected piv sex, dirty talk, riding, drooling, breeding kink, bulge kink, glasses kink, and a dumb little fluffy moment at the end.

Word Count | 2.2k

A/N | seeing joe dressed as a literal teacher in his silly glasses did things to me and it resulted in this because i'm a slut!!! happy day one!

Mr. Quinn throws himself down onto the sofa next to you, huffing out a big sigh. He's disheveled, shirt untucked from his pants and rumpled up, dress trousers crinkled where they'd bunched up around his thighs as he sat. Bags under his eyes hidden by his thick rimmed glasses, curly hair as unruly as ever.

"Long day?" You question quietly, pulling your legs up under yourself, elbow propped up on the back of the sofa, hand resting on the side of your neck comfortably. You can't help but think that even like this, tired and worn out, Mr. Quinn is still the most beautiful man you'd ever laid eyes on.

"You have no idea." Joe groans, pushing up his glasses and rubbing his tired eyes until he's seeing stars, letting his glasses slip back down once he's satisfied, "How were the boys for you? Good, I hope?"

"Henry was a bit sad at bedtime so I popped on his little Superman nightlight," You explain and Joe winces, knowing Henry only ever had his nightlight on when he'd had a hard day and missed dad, "Tommy was fine, said he wanted a chocolate bar at bedtime 'cause mummy's babysitter usually allows it, but he wasn't fooling me."

Joe laughs at that, his smile reaching his eyes and it makes your heart flutter, because that didn't happen often. When he was genuinely happy, he was ethereal, like a completely different person.

"So... I know you said you don't do Christmas presents but," You start, and Joe scrunches his nose up at you, getting ready to protest, "shut up, don't say anything. You've been so good to me this year, Mr. Quinn, you've paid me far too much, always left food for me, even let me stay over when it's been harsh weather and I've been too frightened to drive home. So, there's a gift under the tree for you. You don't have to open it til Christmas, but it's just a token of my appreciation for you."

Joe slaps a hand down on your thigh and rubs it a little, a soft gesture he'd done a million times before when you'd gone out of your way to do something you didn't necessarily need to, unaware of how much it made your heart skip and your mouth run dry. He huffs out a little sigh, "I didn't get you anything, darling. This was very unexpected, thank you."

You lock eyes unexpectedly, and your breath hitches. You realised your relationship was odd for a babysitter and parent, you were close - comfortable. Always respectful, a boundary had never been crossed.

But. Joe had heavy eyes, like he was tired and wound up and like he needed... relief. You wonder when the last time was that he'd ever been pleasured by anything other than his own right hand. Hell, you're not sure he even had dealings with his hand. He was a busy man, no time for anything but work and his kids, surely he was overdue some much needed relaxation.

In your daze you hadn't noticed Joe's hand rising higher, sitting snug in the crease of your thigh where your belly met it, comfortable there in the heat, still not pushing any further than that. Joe's hand was a flame and you were alight.

You don't know who closes the gap first but you don't care, Joe's lips slotting with yours like they're meant to be there. The scruff of his beard tickles your top lip and your chin, tinged slightly with the faint smell of leftover cigarette smoke. It's intoxicating, enough to have you lunging forward and crowding into his space, pushing against him until he's knocked back against the sofa arm and you're mounting him.

You rock your hips down into Joe's, only the thin fabric of your panties and his pants separating your skin. You silently thank yourself for wearing a plaid skirt with knee high socks on this particular day, you never usually dressed up so well for babysitting, but you'd had some spare time in the morning to doll yourself up.

"Tell me what you need, Mr. Quinn, I can be so good for you, please," You beg in between kisses, rucking up his silly little sweater and his crumpled shirt so you can feel at his soft belly, trace your fingers down his happy trail to the waistband of his slacks, until he's moaning against your mouth, gripping at your hips.

"Pretty girl, what're you doing to me," Joe's voice is deep, gruff with want and it makes your cunt quiver, "need to feel that pretty pussy, please?"

And who were you to refuse such a pretty man such a simple request? You would usually draw this out, expect to be touched and taken care of beforehand, but Joe's sleepy eyes filling with lust for you, mixed with his little begs were enough. All the other parts could wait for another time, if you ever got another time.

"I've thought about this for so long," Joe gasps, eyes going wide as your fingers dance along the hem of his pants, working the button and zip with ease as if you'd done it a thousand times before, "what would a darling girl like you want with a man like me, hmm?"

Joe emphasizes his question by tugging at your chin with his thumb and forefinger, pad of his thumb grazing your kiss swollen, plump lips, and you can't help yourself. The tip of your tongue slithers out, engulfing his thumb with the wet heat of your mouth. Joe groans, presses down on your tongue until you're gagging. It's filthy, the way he keeps the pressure until you're drooling from the edges of your lips, keening into him.

You let his thumb slip from your mouth, a string of spit connecting them as you pull away, making hasty work of ridding him of his clothing. He tilts his hips up to allow you to slide the offending material down his thighs, leaving them bunched just below his ass. You had no patience; you couldn't wait any longer.

His cock slaps up against his belly, and the sight before you is enough to make your mouth water. He's uncut and thick, alluringly so, and you should've known if his fingers were anything to go by, you'd caught yourself lingering before, on how big his silver rings were, how his hand would engulf a glass. Your cunt quivers, knowing he's going to be a stretch.

You grasp a hold of his cock with your nimble fingers, sliding the foreskin down until the shiny, pink mushroom head is exposed, a blurt of precum dribbling from the slit. It's so pretty, so fitting to Joe and the rest of his body, it clouds your brain.

You slip the head between your slick folds and bask in the way that Joe watches your bodies connect in awe, brown eyes glassy behind the thick rim of his glasses. He's watching your cunt catch on the head of his cock whilst you watch him staring, until you're sinking down on the length in one fell swoop, causing Joe to squeeze his eyes shut and choke off a moan.

"Young thing like you always this wet?" Joe groans, fingertips digging into your hips as you rock back and forth, using his pubic bone as friction on your clit, making you gasp and shudder as you struggle to adjust to his size, "God, darling, never thought I'd get to see you like this."

You moan quietly at Joe's words, throwing your head back as you use your knees for leverage and start bouncing up and down, slowly and barely even letting a few inches slip out, torturing him, almost, "Didn't think you, fuck, wanted me, Mr. Quinn. I was basically throwing myself at you."

Joe's hands leave your hips to roam up your loose sweater, grasping at every soft line of your body, gentle fingertips running along your belly and pressing down until you're gasping for air, "You feel me there, darling?" He makes a point of pressing down again, until you're crying out and your hips stutter, "Deep, right? You take me so well, such a good little thing."

Of course you can feel him, he's so deep you feel like he's in your throat, so thick your walls can't help but clamp down on him, your whole body hot with a prickly heat, "You're s-so big, can feel you everywhere," you cry, bounces becoming increasingly quicker, Joe's hands rising up further to cup at your tits through the thin material of your bralette, thumbing over your hard nipples, making you gasp.

"You want me to come in you, pretty girl? Would you like that?" Joe's voice is almost cruel, and you nod your head fervently, needing to be filled with his release, you want to feel him leaking out of you, you need it, "Fill you with my come and put a baby in your belly, yeah?"

You cry out, hands grasping at Joe's sweater and tugging, your eyes connecting with his own, blown out underneath the thick rims of his glasses, "You can't - can't say that, Mr. Quinn," You moan, the coil in your belly suddenly tightening unexpectedly, the spongey spot inside of you constantly being assaulted as you ride him, "Please, please. Need it, please."

"Gonna pump you full of my come and make you a mummy, yeah? You'd like it, I know you would," Joe's grin is salacious, he knows what he's doing and you can hardly stand it, your mouth opening in a silent moan, overwhelmed by Joe's dirty words and the filthy sounds coming from your cunt sucking him in, your sweaty skin clapping and echoing into the otherwise quiet room.

"Joe, please, I-" You barely get the words out before the coil in your gut is snapping and you're coming with a loud cry, walls spasming around Joe's thick cock as your vision turns white, your ears ringing. It's earth shattering, the way it just keeps coming, your body going limp under his touch.

"Good girl, that's a good fucking girl," Joe's voice wavers, his arm snaking around your back to hold you there as he pistons his hips up from below you, allowing you to go floppy so he can use you how he likes, fucking you so hard you're wailing, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

He comes with a gruff grunt, cock pulsing and filling your aching walls with his load, one hand digging into your thigh and the other gripping at your back so tight you know he's going to leave bruises. You can't find it in you to care, you hope he leaves his marks behind, as a solid reminder he was ever there to begin with.

You lay on top of him in stunned silence, the only noises being both of your panting breaths as they begin to level out, Joe's spent cock slipping out of you unexpectedly and making you hiss. You're not sure when Joe's grip on your back turns into a soothing rubbing motion, but you keen into the touch, like a cat getting stroked.

"That was... maybe a mistake," Joe's quiet voice startles you, and you can't help the sinking feeling in your chest, but you might've expected this to happen, "I took advantage of you there a little, darling. I'm sorry."

"You didn't," You speak abruptly, looking up at him through hazy eyes, unable to stop the clenching in your chest when you notice how soft and relaxed he looks despite his words, "You didn't take advantage of me, Mr. Quinn. I wanted this to happen, I wouldn't of let it if I didn't."

"I think we're well past Mr. Quinn now, sweetheart," Joe tries at a joke, scrunching his nose up cutely, the bottom rim of his glasses digging into his cheeks. You laugh anyway, an embarrassed flush taking over your features, "And, uh about the... baby stuff-"

"I have an IUD, Joe," You interject before he can even finish his sentence, and you have to bite back a smirk at the way his body sags under your weight with relief, "don't worry about it. But I liked the dirty talk, it was nice."

"'Nice'," Joe bristles, grinning up at the ceiling, "Are you free next Saturday?"

You look at him, puzzled, "Joe, I don't babysit for you on Saturdays."

Joe laughs, "Think it'll have to be my mum for this one, seeing as my babysitter is busy, she's going on a date, you know?"

Your eyes widen momentarily before you regain composure and join in on the little bit of banter, "Really? Is she? Who's she going on a date with, is she going anywhere nice?"

"Ach, nobody really, just some worn out school teacher who's a bit of a loser," Joe looks down at you, wiggling his brows and eliciting a gentle giggle from you in return, "I was thinking SoHo, there's this really nice restaurant that does the most incredible beignets."

"Oof, already talking about deserts? A man after my own heart," You fawn, unable to wipe the stupid grin off of your face, "I think she'll really enjoy that."

"Good, that's what I hoped for. I'm kind of wanting her to stick around."

(the biggest of thank yous to @munsonquinns & @chainsawmunson for being my biggest cheerleaders and spurring me on to write and post this 🖤)

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evita-shelby · 10 months

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Hi there Juli!!

I saw that you said you were taking some dad!Tommy requests for this weekend….I was wondering if you could write a dad!Tommy x reader story with the prompt: "Be gentle, please." ??

Thanks so much in advance if you choose to! ❤️

Thanks 😊

Gif by @romeulusroy

In the bleak midwinter

Twins.

If someone would’ve told him he’d be marrying you not even three months after meeting you, he wouldn’t have believed it.

He had been home from France for less than a month when he met you feeding stray cats on your grandmother’s doorstep.

Somehow the two of you had hit it off and the week after Cheltenham, Tommy and you had gotten married because you were pregnant.

With twins, or so Polly had seen in his tea the morning he told her you had cried over him not taking you to the races even knowing why he was taking Grace instead of you.

With something far greater to think about ---making enough of a profit to provide a good home for you and your unborn children--- he had no time to waste on the barmaid who led Arthur on to the point his poor brother nearly offed himself when they discovered she was a rat.

He's still sore in the chest from Kimber’s bullet when the babies are born.

One boy, one girl.

“Be gentle, please.” You say as he holds little Diane in his arms.

“I’ve held babies before, love.” He says remembering how excited he had been to hold Finn when he was born.

They were small, but the lungs on his little princess told him all he needed to know.

Charles Henry and Diane Elizabeth.

Names that feel significant and will have something to do with the fall of the House of Windsor, or so you said as the anesthesia wore off at the clinic.

Names fit for two children who will have everything he lacked growing up.

If Charlie wants a top hat for every day of the week, Tommy will make sure he got closets full of them.

If Diane wants to only eat coconuts, then he’d make sure there’s always one for her.

“To think this time last year we was feeding stray cats in the dead of night, Mrs. Shelby.” He said pressing a kiss to your forehead as you nursed little Charlie.

I love you, he means to say and yet the words convey it just the same.

“I’m glad your curiosity got the better of you, Mr. Shelby.” You said and added, “I love you too.”

#tommy shelby x wife!reader #tommy shelby x reader #dad!tommy my beloved #dad!tommy #father's day fics #tommy shelby x oc

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creedslove · 3 months

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OMG BESTIE YOU WON'T BELIEVE IT.

i had this dream where me, Joel and Ellie were in Jackson and him and I were together after years of surviving and then (I still don't know how) I switched to the no-outbreak time where Sarah is alive and Joel is in his 40's. We didn't knew each other and I accidently bumped into him while walking with my daughter Ellie (at that point I'm in tears) and we look at each other and I have this deja vu and he seems to have it too! We don't say anything, just smile at each other and then I wake up. (I hope it makes sense 😭)

I wish Joel was real. (especially with his silver hair and southern accent that makes my knees buckle)

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

A/N: omg bestie you got me screaming and crying and throwing up honestly! This dream is amazing and it sort of reminds me of X-Men Days of Future Past in which Wolverine needs to go back in time to save the mutants and prevent the extinction of mutants and humans! I like this idea so I turned into a headcanon adapting to the no mutation tlou reality hehehehe

• Joel thought the dreams he was having were beyond explanation at how weird they really were; every single night he would wake up in cold sweat, panting and wondering what the hell was going on with him

• his dream was always the same: he would dream about a world that had ended and for some reason he had survived, where monstrous creatures that seemed a mix of humans and some kind of fungus had wiped most of civilization and the world as he knew; in the dream Joel was a low life, a depressed, lonely and hard guy who had lost the will of living right after his daughter got killed and that was enough for Joel to snap wake and immediately tiptoe to her bedroom, just to watch her sleep and make sure she was alright and her bedroom was still pink and full of butterflies and not some ruin of what things used to be

• it puzzled Joel, because he had no idea where that was coming from; he wasn't one to watch zombie or horror stuff, reading books was definitely not his cup of tea and he seriously couldn't understand why kids like Sarah obsessed over watching TikToks, so he thought he didn't actually have the creativity for that

• maybe he'd eaten one of Tommy's suspicious brownies by accident?! It could be a possibility, but his brother was extra careful with these since Sarah was around

• still, it didn't matter the reason why Joel had those disturbing dreams, but the frequency they were happening, and not only that: he very often saw people he knew from his everyday life in the dream as well

• such as his former girlfriend Tess, his brother Tommy and his girl Maria, he recalls seeing those two kids who lived down the street from him... Henry and Sam, he recognized them from Sarah's school, the older brother making ends meet and always having to attend parent - teacher conferences and the little one being the gifted student his daughter told him about

• even that nut job from the other block, Kathleen showed up every once in a while, Bill and Frank, and several other friends and acquaintances Joel had met through his life and the city

• but from all the crazy shit his, what baffled him the most was that you and your daughter Ellie featured in his dream as well; he knew Ellie was a firecracker from all the school meetings he'd attended, which honestly amused him. He thought she was pretty strong and smart and it always made him chuckle when she put a boy back into his place

• but it was so confusing to him that he almost had a fatherly bond with her, at the same time he had a relationship with you. Joel had always found you attractive and he very often kept in the back of his mind his desire of asking you out, but he never went through it, and yet, in his apocalyptic dreams you were going strong, it was just odd

• Joel kept thinking of those dreams for a few days, he even considered seeing a shrink after Sarah told him he should do it, but being a stubborn Miller the way he was, he just shrugged it off and eventually, his sleep went back to normal and he got too caught up with work to pay attention to things like that

• it was only one weekend where he was taking a walk around the neighborhood with Sarah, he ended up running into you, smiling and waving gently, he felt his heart skip a beat, thinking of your apocalyptic romance and thinking of how crazy it would be to miss something he never really had

• when you saw your neighbor Joel waving and smiling from across the street, you immediately reciprocate, he was handsome and you would be lying if you said you didn't have the slightest crush on him, but he would think you were crazy if he ever found out you had the craziest dream about him, in which you both had to survive in an apocalyptic world while being a couple 🥴

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padfootdaredmetoo · 10 months

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Hi again! Here's the second Henry Sherlock X Peaky idea I had if you wanted! It would be a Sister Holmes X Tommy Shelby where reader is Tom's secretary and has just stated dating him but hasn't told her family yet because she hasn't seen them in a while. Then maybe one day a girl (badly disguised as a boy) is caught snooping around the betting shop and as Arthur takes her to Tom's office for questioning the reader immediately clocks it as her little sister who a agreed to spy for Sherlock. Then reader finds him and is berating him for putting Enola in danger while Sherlock is mad about her ruining their cover because he's investigating Tom for a case and as their arguing the reader says she knows Tom didn't do it because he was with her at the time (maybe she reveals the hickies) and Sherlock just freezes and goes into big bro mode while the Shelby family is trying to figure out what's going on because for once they didn't commit this crime and they haven't heard about the readers family yet. And yeah! That was the other idea😂 idk which to send in so you can choose which you'd rather do! Feel free to change anything about them too! I just desire some Sherlock x Peaky goodness 😂 ❤️❤️ also I hope those weren't too long I just didn't know how to explain them shortly!

Have a great night/day/time! ❤️❤️ and remember: GO YOU!!

Hey Love,

Hope you enjoy this and thank you for waiting so long! Was away on vacation (realized I didn't post that I was away.) Thanks again for these requests! they were so fun!!!

Warnings: Mention of child trafficking/conflict between family / peaky blinders-related themes

You were tired after being up all night. The conditions were nothing to complain about though. You lay in bed thinking about the chaos that surrounded your boss, and your relationship to him. You knew he wasn’t always a good man. But just like the morning sun streaming through your curtains, your mind was hazy.

This feeling was not something you had experienced before. Complete ease. You were relaxed when he was around, and you even enjoyed being around his family. The feeling was addictive and considering the family you were born into it wasn't a mystery how you had ended up with such an appetite.

While the Shelby family could match your folks for chaos, they had a consuming warmth about them that was foreign to you.

You thought long and hard on your way to the betting shop. This emotion could be a result of lovemaking, you knew enough about brain chemistry to know that there was a scientific side to these things. But why were you so happy the rest of the time? Why were you becoming so attached to him and his family?

You got to the betting shop and were thankful to see tea brewing in the kitchen upstairs. You poured a cup and grabbed a muffin from the counter before settling in at your desk.

Your mind was finally distracted from trying to sort out your feelings. Relief flooded you as you tied your hair out of the way and dug into the various file folders. You were doing your favorite, well, second favorite thing. Analyzing data for patterns. This particular situation was close to your heart you wanted to find the evidence as quickly as possible.

You were so consumed with compiling evidence that you didn't even notice that something had kicked up in the betting shop until Arthur had dragged the commotion to the front of your desk.

He held a girl dressed in boy's clothes by the collar of her shirt. The girl was young with a face that resembled yours a great deal. Your stomach dropped and you weren't sure if you wanted to shout at him to take his hands off of her or die of embarrassment.

Your own appearance was embarrassing enough, your hair was tied up in a scarf, and your thick-rimmed reading glasses probably only made your eyes look even wider than they were.

“Enola?!” You hissed. Your whole nervous system kicked into high gear. She could have been killed. Arthur could have killed your baby sister.

You stood up and Arthur was smart enough to release his grip on her.

“What the bloody hell are you doing?!” She looked up at you with sad eyes, a trick that had been abused many times over the years of broken dolls and colored pencil scribbles on the pages of your books.

“Arthur?! What on earth-” Polly shouted from upstairs.

“Eh - Looks like it's being handled,” Arthur called back, giving you a wink. His face told you that he knew exactly what emotion you were feeling. Older sibling to older sibling, he was going to let you handle your sister. Rather than the alternative, which would have been to put her in the cellar till Thomas got back.

Your stomach dropped.

“Enola what the fuck.” Your voice was low and she gave up on looking sad.

“Fine.” She rolled her eyes and you fought the urge to slap her. She gave you a meaningful look and slowly said “It’s family business”

Arthur snorted slightly. Polly was coming down the stairs.

“I called Thomas. Now what is going-” She started but you cut her off.

“Enola, why are you here, I trust them with family business.”

“Well, you shouldn't.” She snorted and you hated the arrogance that was radiating off of the girl. This attitude and performance lead you to the conclusion that Sherlock must have sent her. She was always hungry for his approval.

“What does Sherlock want with them?” You asked firmly. Her eyes widened slightly but she brushed it off.

“How long have you worked here?” She said giving you a cold look.

“I’m the one interrogating you.” You reminded her. “Now where is Sherlock? I’ll just ask him myself.”

Just then as if summoned he came through the doorway with Thomas. Your temper flared up and you gripped the edge of your desk to steady yourself.

“Could have just called me.” You said trying to keep the anger out of your voice.

“You can’t really be trusted on this one.” He said in his usual unbothered tone. You knew that this mess was clearly for an ongoing case and that because you were employed here you couldn't be involved. But it hurt non the less.

“Right.” You said narrowing your eyes. “Get it over with. Now.” You demanded, unsure if Arthur took a step closer toward you in an effort to show solidarity or if it was in case you ended up being a threat to the family.

“Well, I’ve been employed by a family to investigate the Shelby family here. Yesterday it became an active murder investigation..”

You watched an expression cross Thomas’s face and you wondered if he lied about that part of his life being packed away. You caught a look of confusion on Polly’s face that quickly turned into a stony mask. She didn't know what this was about, but she’d turn on you if it was necessary.

“What family and when?” You said sharply. You felt Thomas’s cold eyes stay locked on you.

“Harris, I placed the time of death around 8pm.” He bit back.

“We were at dinner, I can account for his whereabouts for the whole evening. Before you accuse me of lying, I’ve been looking through all their books and paperwork.” You picked up the papers you had been collecting your findings on. You almost wanted to laugh at your luck, for once you had the upper hand.

“Your employer didn't take too kindly to us after we refused an offer they made regarding the children at the orphanage.” Sherlock’s face paled slightly. “I’ve got more than enough evidence through the paperwork here to put them away for life. Human trafficking.”

You both entered a famous Holmes staring contest and he knew that he’d messed up. You weren't expecting him to look so angry though. Sure when you were children he would get mad like this. You hoped he was angry at the horrible crimes being committed but something in your stomach said otherwise.

You wanted to break and look to Thomas. You suddenly became aware yet again that your hair was messy and you were still wearing your glasses. You normally always took them off when someone was approaching. Your cheeks got slightly pink at the thought of him judging you.

“The real question is what will we do to bring them down,” Polly said trying to break up the tension.

“Why this?” Sherlock’s voice cut like a knife as he gestured to the room.

“We can discuss this later.” He didn't budge and you were grateful that Polly started to pull Enola up the stairs.

“Come let's get you some tea and a snack,” She said quietly. Polly shot Arthur a look over her shoulder. He gave you a reluctant look but followed her out of the room.

Thomas stayed against the wall looking as relaxed and bored as he always did when in the company of outsiders.

“Why them?”Sherlock repeated once he realized Thomas wouldn't be leaving, and you realized it was the same question that had been nagging you all morning.

“They make me happy. He makes me happy.” You said quickly.

“They are criminals.”

“These are hard-working people. You snoop around if you like, but you won't find anything criminal here.” You knew this because you handled the transition of the business yourself.

“I don't like it.” He said firmly and the emotion he was giving off finally made sense. He wasn't one-upping you, he was trying to protect you.

“You wouldn't like it if it was anyone else either.” You said with a small smile finally understanding. “I’m sure we can help each other with this?” You gestured to the paperwork.

“Of course.” He nodded and came to stand next to you. Just like that things fell into their usual flow, you explaining a pattern and him trying to prove you wrong to help narrow it down. You and him went back and forth at a rapid pace and within a few moments, he was in agreement with you. Just then you heard Enola speak.

“Did I miss all the good stuff?” She asked Thomas and you looked up, breaking your concentration. He gave her a small smile. Once seeing his friendly nature you went back to pulling the last of the stolen documents you hadn't examined yet.

“I think they have most of it sorted,” Thomas responded.

“Damn.” Enola sighed. “Was it cool? I bet it was cool.”

“Very.” Thomas’s response caught you off guard.

“Sorry about your shop - and everything.” She said in an uncharacteristically shy voice.

“It’s alright. Feel free to stop by anytime.” You watched Enola’s face light up at his words. While they were legal on paper, you knew this was a dangerous place and probably always would be. Was Sherlock's world any different? As long as the family kept her safe she would be fine you reassured yourself.

“Thanks.” She held out her hand to him.

“Enola.”

“Thomas.”

They chatted and your heart got a little bit softer the more they spoke.

“This is enough to take to the inspector.” Sherlock finally said officially letting you win in his own way.

Your eyes snapped up and looked to Thomas, he was listening to something Enola was explaining. He gave you a nod before looking back at your little sister.

“Excellent - erm Thanks.” You said not sure how to proceed with things. “I know they have a rough history. But so do we.”

“You and Enola are my responsibility. I’ll be around.” He gave you a long look before standing up. He shook hands with Thomas and you walked him and Enola to the front door. You said your goodbyes and watched them hail a cab.

Once they were on their way you took a few deep breaths before going back into the shop. You took your hair down and tucked your glasses into the pocket of your sweater.

After another moment you went back inside to apologize.

You came back in and heard their voices from the bottom of the stairs. It sounded like they were filling John in on what he had missed.

“I’ve never seen anything like it. It was like watching a machine or something.” Thomas said and you weren't sure how you felt about his words. You were a receptionist on paper, you could have done many things with your life. But this job was invisible. No one bothered you, no one compared you to either of your big brothers. It was comfortable. When Thomas asked you to take a look at things you were simply going to give him your findings so he could bring those bastards down. You didn't want credit or publicity. You certainly didn't want him to see you as that nerdy girl with glasses who had so often been belittled.

“Machine or not, she’s one of them. She’s handled everything! She could take us down any moment - you just can’t-” Polly hissed and you felt her words cut through you like hot knives.

“I’ll handle it.” Thomas cut her off darkly and you felt like you had been dunked into cold water.

“Tom - at least hear her out. Not like they treated her nicely. Maybe she’s different?” Arthur said in a pleading tone but there was no response.

You knocked on the door frame to announce your presence. Sharp eyes landed on you and you took a breath trying to look composed.

“Walk me home?” You asked Thomas and he looked at you for a long moment as if he was studying something strange in a museum. He gave you a nod and took your arm.

He didn't say a word the whole way back. You felt his eyes land on you periodically and each time your heart rate sped up. These were last looks and you could feel parts of you start o spin out of control.

You opened the door to your flat with shaking hands. Once you pushed it open the stuffy air made it even harder to breathe. He shut the door and locked it, the sound making your chest constrict even tighter. You felt like you were being suffocated, but now wasn't the time to show such emotions.

“Why did you help us?” The question was simple and you were relieved he was going to hear you out, even if he just had the patience for a fraction of the story, it would lessen the burden on your chest significantly.

“You needed help. You wanted to be better.” It was hard to get your voice up above a whisper. Your mind flashed to all the times you wondered about him and his family and why they would be converting their business over to be completely legal in the first place. They would reach much farther opportunities being shady. What was in it for them? But there was always something shining in Thomas’s eyes that answered your question. Pride. He didn't care about making more money at this point. He cared about his family being respected after a hard life of being dismissed and shit on.

You remembered the various balls and social events you had been forced into at Mycrofts side. All the men that had tried to take your hand in marriage. All from grand wealthy families that had started much like Thomas had. It was unavoidable. You thought about how your life would have been as a wife instead of a gangster's girlfriend.

“You could have turned us in any time. Given your bothers the tip-off”

Brothers plural. So he knew Mycroft too. Fuck.

“Why would I?” You mumbled feeling defeated. “They care about themselves. Well, not Sherlock, he cares in his own way. Enola is just a kid still. Mycroft only cares about himself.”

“He hasn't pressured you for information on us?”

“We would have to talk for him to do that. As far as he knows I’m a “worthless spinster living within the dregs of society.” You mocked his voice feeling frustrated. If his existence was the thing to fuck this up for you, you would find a way to make him pay for it.

“Why didn't you tell me about your family?” He was still as cold as you expected him to be but there was a slight toe of hurt in his voice.

“Well, there's the Holmes family that everyone sees and then the other side. I just - I really like it here. Your family is - more - they like me. They seem to enjoy having me around. It’s not a big competition all the time. And then you -” Your voice cut and tears started to become unavoidable.

“Well, nothing bad has happened.” he shrugged. “Mycroft certainly doesn't know we're together.” He said with a smile. You wanted to know how he knew that.

“Everything was destroyed anyway. It would be my word against yours, and as you can see no one listens to me anyway.”

“I do.” He said and pulled you against him into a tight hug.

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He proposes shortly after.

Mycroft finds out and needs to be taken to the hospital because he thinks he's having a heart attack

Sherlock randomly shows up at Arrow House while You are shopping with Enola. Examining the whole house while Tommy smokes and follows him. Eventually, Sherlock agrees that this is a fine house for you to run. That if Thomas fucks up in any way that Sherlock would kill him and that Sherlock was sure he wouldn't get caught. They shake on it.

They end up working together occasionally. Enola becoming very attached to Esme & Polly. Sherlock eventually becoming fond of the family and occasionally accepting a dinner invitation when he had time.

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Tachipen (Part 2)

Tommy x female reader

Summary: With the flip of a coin, Tommy makes a deal to bring a 20 year old gypsy girl into the Shelby clan. Considering her too young to marry, he employs her as a nanny. When tragedy strikes, he’s forced to confront the truth he has always known.

Author’s Note: This was requested by @honey-im-hotdog who asked for a fic about Charlie’s nanny. I decided to turn it into a series. The story will be told through flashbacks, but I will note the year. Tommy meets y/n in 1919 and the story goes thru present time which is the year of the vendetta, 1925.

Warnings: language, weapons, injury, animal death, mention of gypsy curses (as mentioned on the show)

Part 1

1924

Guests filled the chairs inside the Grace Shelby Institute as you continued to walk with Charles, showing him a picture of his late mother. You stopped in front of the framed portrait and the multitude of fragrant blooms all around it, wondering if the boy would have any memory of her. Your heart ached for him as you felt his chubby hands come to rest around your neck. Breathing deeply, you savored the weight of him in your arms and hugged him to your chest tightly. The guilt of being alive to receive this little boy’s affection when his mother’s life was cut short gnawed at you. It shouldn’t be me here now with Charles you thought. It shouldn’t be me comforting him or Tommy.

“I’m sure that little whore can’t wait to become the new Mrs. Shelby,” Linda said in a harsh whisper, though it was loud enough for anyone to hear.

“For fuck’s sake Linda, you know how long she’s been with the family. Tommy would never feel that way about her. She takes care of Charlie like her own child so there’s no reason for such cruelty toward her,” Ada bit back in your defense.

“Exactly, she’s coveting what isn’t hers,” Linda said piously.

The two women were unaware of your presence as you walked the floor behind their chairs with Charles and the words you’d overheard stung painfully. You’d worked hard over the years to gain the trust of the Shelby family and you never felt you were done proving yourself. At times like these you wondered if you would always be an outsider.

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1919

The sunlight streamed through the threadbare curtains, waking you to sudden confusion when you realized you weren’t in your vardo. As you searched the cracked ceiling above your head, you heard heavy footsteps on the stairs and jerked the covers to your chin as your heart began to race. When the muffled voices of the Shelby brothers faded down the hall, you heard a rapping on your door and Polly’s voice came to you softly through the keyhole. “Y/n, are you awake?”

“Just a moment,” you replied, forcing your heavy legs over the side of the bed and placing your feet onto the cold floorboards. Your limbs ached from lack of sleep as you pushed yourself toward the basin and splashed water onto your face, still puffy from the evening of crying into your pillow. Slowly you opened the creaky bedroom door and peered around the door.

Polly stood waiting with a kind expression. “Good morning, ready to meet the children?”

You stood looking down at your feet, tears collecting in your eyes. You felt exhausted and overwhelmed so you froze, unsure how to respond. Polly noted your distress instantly and clasped her hands over yours saying, “I’ll give you a moment to yourself.”

“No, don’t go,” you said, looking up at her. The last thing you wanted was to be alone.

“Alright. Would you like to come downstairs for some tea?” she offered. You peeked over her shoulder and as if she could read your mind she assured you, “The boys have gone. The betting shop opens soon.” You gave her a grateful smile in return and followed her to the kitchen where she offered you a chair while she put the kettle on. You sat watching her as she told you about John’s four children-Katie, eight, William, six, Clara, five, and Henry, two. She explained that his wife Martha had died giving birth to their youngest while he was away during the war. “It’s been difficult for him to raise them on his own. He came back a changed man.” Thinking for a moment she added, “Well, perhaps not so much as Tommy, but still, he hasn’t a clue about those children,” she laughed.

“What happened to Tommy?” you asked, curious to know more about the mysterious man who refused to marry you.

“He does what he does for us you know, but sometimes I wonder if he weren’t meant for a different life. He wanted to work with horses before the war. Now I don’t even recognize him,” she said as she stared out the window, lost in thought.

You held your hands firmly around the porcelain teacup, but all the warmth had drained away with the liquid. As you stared into the bottom, you cocked your head, noticing the patterns of your tea leaves. You gulped at the outline of a beast, a clear warning to you.

“Is everything alright, dear?” Polly asked, noticing you’d gone white as a sheet.

You only nodded in reply, taking the cup away from her to wash out the contents.

“Don’t be nervous about meeting John’s kids. All they need is a firm hand and love,” she said mistaking your fear for nerves.

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The sight that greeted you at John’s house was worse than you had anticipated. You had some difficulty pushing past the front door as several pairs of tiny shoes and an extra pair of John’s boots littered the front hall. As you ventured inside, you froze at the sound of a commotion in the kitchen, only exploring further when you heard the shrieks of children’s laughter. When you looked beyond the doorframe, you took in the sight of a tow-headed girl and boy around the same age, standing on chairs, pulling items from the cupboards with obvious delight. Flour had covered every inch of the floor and honey was oozing off the counter between their little fingers.

When they spotted you, they turned and the little girl said, “Oh, hello. We were pretending to be naughty bear cubs. Have you come to be our mama bear?”

Your mouth hung open a moment as your surveyed the mess. Then you replied, “Well, erm…not exactly. I have come to look after you though and right now it looks as though you need a bath.”

“I don’t want a bath!” the little boy protested. Just then Polly entered the room and gasped as she saw the mess in front of her. “William and Clara Shelby! What the bloody hell!”

“It’s alright Aunt Polly. I’ll help clean it up before Daddy sees,” Clara said climbing down from her perch to give Polly a hug. Polly intercepted her before she could smear honey over her dress and you turned to gather the child in your arms.

“I happen to know that your Uncle Tommy has a new horse in his stable. If you’re very good, I could take you to see her,” you said, attempting a bribe. The children nodded vigorously in agreement before leading you up the rickety staircase. You sidestepped toys as you went, looking for the other two children.

When you reached the landing, you were startled by the presence of an older girl in one of the bedrooms who was already dressed, combing her hair methodically. Despite her tidy appearance, the room didn’t look much better than downstairs as the floor was strewn with dirty clothes and a layer of dust which covered every surface around her.

“Katie, this is Y/n,” Polly said introducing you. “She’ll be looking after you while your dad is at work.”

Katie pursed her lips together in a thin line, looking you up and down. Then she crossed her arms over her chest and addressed Polly with a sniff, “Why should I learn her name? She’s just another one of Daddy’s whores. She’ll be gone tomorrow and you know it Aunt Polly.”

You gasped at her directness and the hostility of her words. For a young child, she was quite blunt. Then you reminded yourself of everything she must have been through with the death of her mother. However, Polly wouldn’t stand for such insolence. She stepped forward landing a harsh slap across the girl’s face. “You won’t dare speak that way again in my presence, do you understand, Katie?”

The girl’s lip trembled for a moment, but she didn’t cry. Without looking up, she replied, “Yes, Aunt Polly.”

You shifted your weight uncomfortably before saying, “Where’s the baby?”

Katie pointed down the hall and you thanked her walking away swiftly. Rounding the corner, you smiled at the sight of a toddler asleep in his cot. Somehow he had slept through the earlier commotion. He had a head full of blonde curls and his lips were full like John’s. He looked like a tiny angel as he slept. Taking a moment to rub his back, you wondered how you were going to handle four children who needed so much from you. You didn’t have time to stand idly much longer as a fight broke out between William and Clara down the hall and you dashed away to break them apart.

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With considerable effort, you readied the four children for an outing to the stables and Polly walked with you. She assured you a kind man by the name of Curly would be there to watch over the horse. He was half horse himself, she joked and that made you feel better about how the mare was being treated.

Everyone was in high spirits as they discussed where the horse came from and you tried to describe the camp where you’d lived before arriving in Small Heath. When the children asked about the horse’s name, you gave the Romani name and they laughed at the unfamiliar sound. It was then you realized they must not be familiar with the language.

When you arrived, you were surprised to see Tommy there. You greeted him, explaining you had brought the children as a treat and he didn’t seem to mind. He was surprisingly kind to his nieces and nephews, allowing them a turn to sit upon the horse and take a short ride. You smiled at the sight of him teaching them to ride, even little Henry.

As you helped the last child dismount, he asked, “Is she always this steady around people?”

“Yes, mares spook less easily, but she’s always been this way. What do you intend to do with her?” you asked, filled with curiosity at his intentions.

“A good horse like this?” he displayed a wide grin. “You know my business, love. I intend to race this beauty,” he said patting her flank.

Your face dropped slightly. “I see.”

“You don’t approve?” he asked noticing your hesitancy.

“I didn’t say that,” you added quickly.

“But you were thinking it,” he said, searching your eyes for meaning. Then one of the children ran up to you, tugging at your skirts.

“Y/n, I’m hungry!” William cried.

“Alright, back home, then,” you said with a smile. “Good afternoon, Mr. Shelby,” you said.

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The next evening you returned from John’s house exhausted from a day of cleaning and wrangling children. You were soaked to the skin from walking home in the rain, but you couldn’t have cared less. Collapsing into a chair, Polly brought you a cup of tea by the fire to warm you.

“Were they any better today?” Polly she asked, looking at you for a genuine report.

“A bit, yes,” you replied as you attempted to ring water from your hair.

“I know it might be slow going, but they’ll come round,” Polly said as she went back to her sewing.

“I’m not worried. I like them,” you assured her with a smile, thinking of how their antics reminded you of your sisters at their age. “I grew up without a mother and I think all children should be loved and cared for by someone,” you said earnestly.

Polly looked at you and nodded thoughtfully. “Yes, I think you’re going to be very good for this family,” she proclaimed to herself and your heart filled with pride at her statement.

Before you could reply, someone began pounding on the door urgently. You and Polly startled at the sound and before she could make it to the door, Tommy rushed forth, finding Curly at the doorstep.

“Tom! Tom, you best come quick! Come!,” Curly said, his words coming at such a rapid pace, the lantern that hung from his hand swung wildly with the force.

“Is it the horse?” Tommy asked, grabbing his coat from the hook. Curly nodded emphatically.

Your breath caught in your chest at the news that something might be wrong with the beautiful mare you’d brought from camp and you stood up announcing, “I’m coming as well.” Without a thought for the bad weather, you ran out the door, trying to keep pace with Tommy and Curly as you ducked your head to avoid the driving rain.

When you reached the stable, the mare you loved so much was holding one foot off the ground in obvious pain. “Tell me what’s wrong with the horse, Curly,” Tommy asked in a calm, even tone as he assessed the situation.

Curly placed a gentle kiss to her nose and stepped aside, mumbling, “It’s a curse, Tom. Someone put a bad seed in the hoof. They put a spell!” You watched quietly from the shadows as Tommy placed his hands on either side of the man’s face to steady him, hushing him gently.

Uncle Charlie stood next to the mare, observing her reverently. You could tell by his grim expression there would be no saving her and his words confirmed it. “Whatever it is, it spread to the other feet,” he said, gesturing toward the horse’s large hooves.

Curly broke free from Tommy’s grasp, shaking his head. “It’s going to her heart by tomorrow, I’d say. I’ve seen curses like this twice. Can’t take them back,” he said in an agitated voice, raising a finger in the air as he rocked back and forth.

When Uncle Charlie spotted you, his face drew back in a snarl. “I told you, Tommy, didn’t I? Warned you against black blood gypsies.” He huffed out a breath through flared nostrils as he clenched his fist by his side. Tommy turned as though noticing you for the first time when Charlie called out, “Come on, Curly, let’s get out of ‘ere.” He pushed past you into the rain and you swallowed thickly at the hatred he felt for you and your kin.

As you watched them disappear into the night, you let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding and your eyes drifted toward your horse, now Tommy’s horse. You felt small and helpless, wanting nothing more than to comfort her. Coming to her side, you stroked the mare gently, laying your head against the velvety soft fur of her neck.

“Did you do this for revenge? Tell me the truth,” Tommy asked in Romani, voice tight with emotion, rain water dripping off his hair and into his long eyelashes.

“Is that what you think?” you breathed out in a whisper, looking up at him with a look of hurt and confusion.

Without another word, Tommy pulled his pistol from his jacket pocket and you shrunk away from him, feeling your heart pound in your chest, hands tingling and head feeling dizzy from adrenaline. You wondered if it wasn’t just Uncle Charlie who despised you. Did Tommy hold the same hatred? His distant stare chilled you and suddenly you were sure he was going to kill you as you thought of Polly’s words. Two days ago she had told you, “Now I don’t even recognize him.” Was he really so unpredictable? You’d seen him turn violent quickly so you knew it must be true. You closed your eyes, praying he’d dispatch you quickly.

You heard the gunshot, a deafening blast so close to you, it felt as though it had pierced your chest. However, when you pried your eyes open, you saw the horse fall onto its side with a sickening thud. You watched in horror as she died before you, the life draining from her eyes as wretched sounds were released from her body. Doubling over in silent sobs, you clasped a hand over your mouth. You wanted to look away, to believe it was a nightmare and this had never happened. Then Tommy’s voice cut through the fog and the ringing in your ears.

“Get out,” he said in a voice hovering over a whisper. You shivered involuntarily as you turned to watch him raise his gun a second time, but he only swiped his arm across his mouth. You noticed his breathing was irregular, chest heaving as though he might break down himself. He looked up at you with wild eyes, “I said, go. Get back to me brother’s house now!” You watched his hand tremble slightly and you imagined him burying you next to the beautiful horse. With that, you ran as fast as your legs would carry you. You slipped in the thick, black mud several times, falling on hard stone slicing your knees open as the cold rain pelted your face and arms, but somehow you couldn’t feel anything at all.

Cont. reading Part 3

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aemiron-main · 1 year

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PINNED POST

Hey there! I’m Em/Aemiron and I mostly post art and Stranger Things analysis! :DD (my art is over at @aemiron-art)

My Stranger Things twitter is @aemiron-main and my ST tiktok is also @aemiron-main!

This is the sort of stuff I tend to post about/am known for:

Edward Creel (aka Vecna)

Creelarke (cofounded by henrysglock and myself)

Karen Wheeler being Virginia Creel from an alternate timeline

Connie Frazier being Alice Creel from an alternate timeline

Eightfifteengate

NINA weirdness and the moving and disappearing corpses during NINA & the changing blood on 001 during the 1979 massacre

I have some featured posts below, and then under the readmore cut, each section will have a few links to its own featured posts, and will also have a link to another tumblr post that will take you to the full list of posts for each subject. I had to do this because each tumblr post limits me to 100 links, so they don’t all fit in one post!

You can also find all of the links organized in a searchable google doc here, just in case the links break on tumblr, which they often tend to do. There’s also a link to the specific google doc section for each topic under the cut.

Featured Posts

Who Is Edward Creel? If You’re Confused About Him, Read This (x)

Creelarke And The Tunnel Scene (x)

Original Eightfifteengate Post/Where Eightfifteengate Started (x)

I Know Why Will’s Birthday Is Important To Vecna/Henry/Edward- Original Post About Will’s Birthday Being The Same Day As The Creel Murders In Edward’s Timeline (x)

Yep, The Creel Murders Happened On Will’s Birthday In The Edward Timeline/According To The Indianapolis Gazette- Confirming The Dates (x)

Original Karen is Victor’s Daughter, Virginia, Not his Wife, Virginia/Karen is Edward’s Sister Post and Connie as Mother Alice (x)

Original Connie Frazier is Alice Creel Post (x)

Multiple Henries During NINA- His Drastic Appearance Change In Seconds (x)

Henry’s Shattered Mirror Scene Is A Direct Tommy Parallel (x)

Post Sections

Creel Murders

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Featured Creel Murders Posts

1.) Why Are We Seeing Through Henry’s Eyes During Victor’s Retelling? (x)

2.) Henry Was Wearing A Straitjacket At The Creel House When Victor Got Arrested (x)

3.) Why Did Henry’s Drawing From The Couch Magically Show Up On The Creel Dinner Table When Virginia Died, Including A Crayon? (x)

Edward Creel

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Featured Edward Posts

1.) Who The Fuck Is Edward Creel- Original Discovery of Edward Creel Post (x)

2.) Who Is Edward Creel? If You’re Confused About Him, Read This (x)

3.) Edward Creel is Vecna and Henry Creel is Innocent: The First Shadow, Edward Creel, Henry Jekyll and Edward Hyde, and Carl Jung’s Theory of the Shadow (x)

Creelarke

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1.) Creelarke And The Tunnel Scene (x)

2.) Creelarke and the Lost Boys of Montauk (x)

3.) The Gayest Saturday Morning Cartoon Episode Ever: Scott’s Hank the Ranger Figure, Creelarke, and Tiamat (x)

The First Shadow

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Featured TFS Posts

1.) Edward Creel is Vecna And Henry Creel is Innocent: The First Shadow, Edward Creel, Henry Jekyll and Edward Hyde, and Carl Jung’s Theory of the Shadow (x)

2.) My Sweet Boy vs I’m Not Your Boy: What Is Up With The Brenner-Virginia Parallels in TFS? And What’s Up With The TFS Brenner-vs In-Show Victor Resemblance? (ft The Girl (Boy) He Stole) (x)

3.) Silly, Terrible Play: Henry Ripping Off Virginia’s Dress and TFS Henry Breaking The The Fourth Wall (x)

The Creel Newspapers

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Featured Creel Newspaper Posts

1.) I Know Why Will’s Birthday Is Important To Vecna/Henry/Edward- Original Post About Will’s Birthday Being The Same Day As The Creel Murders In Edward’s Timeline (x)

2.)Yep, The Creel Murders Happened On Will’s Birthday In The Edward Timeline/According To The Indianapolis Gazette- Confirming The Dates (x)

3.) I Knew It, The Lab Was Involved In The Creel Murders- Initial Post About Victor Being Found On The Side Of The Road In The Indianapolis Gazette (x)

Timeline Weirdness

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Featured Timeline Weirdness Posts

1.) Big Initial Post About Comparing The Creel Timeline Sources (x)

2.) Your Timeline Is Wrong- Missing Boys and 3 Missing Hunters (x)

3.) The Creels’ Disappearing Door and Magic, Colour-Changing Wallpaper (x)

Creels and Wheelers Being Related/The Creelers

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Featured Creeler Posts

1.) Original Karen is Victor’s Daughter, Virginia, Not his Wife, Virginia/Karen is Edward’s Sister Post (x)

2.) Original Connie Frazier is Alice Creel Post (x)

3.) Your Granddad’s Time In The War- Victor as Nancy’s Granddad (x)

NINA Project

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Featured NINA Project Posts

1.) THE MAIN ANALYSIS OF HENRY'S JUMPSUIT BLOODSTAINS DURING THE MASSACRE: What The Hell Is Up With The Bloodstains On Henry/Edward During The 1979 Massacre? Why Do They Keep Moving And Changing And Vanishing? There’s Multiple Henries/Edwards (x)

2.) Initial Post About That One Dead Kid Turning Into A Grown Man (x)

3.) What If NINA Isn’t Just A Simulation? What If It’s A Time Machine? (x)

Hawkins Lab

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Featured Hawkins Lab Posts

1.) Initial Post About The BTS Picture Of Young Henry’s Sensory Tank Suit Costume (x)

2.) That Green Lab Colour Grading- Why Isn’t It Present During NINA? (x)

3.) Henry and The Demodog, A Possible S5 Scene and The Horrors of Regen Healing (x)

Mothergate

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Featured Mothergate Posts

1.) Henward, Vaginal Imagery, Brenner's Surgeries and Tearing (x)

2.) Spines Twisted and Eyes Popped Out: “Mother” Edward, Jim Hopper, and Lab-Russian Prison Parallels (x)

3.) Henward, Mothergate, Castration, and Billy (x)

Sam Owens

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Featured Sam Owens Posts

1.) Victor and Owens, Lying to Oneself, Possible Origins of the Edward Timeline (Did It Start Out As A Simulation? Is Owens The Father Edward Talks About?) (x)

2.) I Get It, I Do: Scott and Owens Parallels and Owens' Weird Understanding (Why Does Owens Understand What It’s Like To Lose A Son To The UD?) (x)

3.) ARE THERE ANY OTHER CREELS I SHOULD KNOW ABOUT??? (Is Sam Owens Victor Creel in the Edward Timeline? Why Does He Call Possessed Will “Son”?) (x)

Dr. Brenner

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Featured Dr. Brenner Posts

1.) Initial Post About Martin Brenner vs Richard Brenner (x)

2.) You Don’t Wanna Hurt Me: An Analysis of the “Nancy in the Tattoo Chair” Scene (x)

3.) What The Fuck Is Up With Brenner’s Hair? (x)

General Creel Family

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Featured Creel Family Posts

1.) Chrissy’s Dad Having His Eyes Sewn Shut vs Laura Cunningham’s Sewing Machine vs Laura- Virginia Parallels (x)

2.) Victor Rocks The Same Way In Pennhurst As He Did When Holding Henry On The Night Of The Murders (x)

3.) Victor’s Reflection Looks Like Michael Myers’ Mask And It’s Not A Coincidence- And It Ties To Timeline Theory Stuff (x)

Eightfifteengate

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Featured Eightfifteengate Posts

1.) Original Eightfifteengate Post/Where Eightfifteengate Started (x)

2.) More Halloween Camera Timestamp Weirdness (x)

3.) The OST Track “8:15” Plays When The Cali Gang Gets Out Of The Van (x)

The Vanishing of Will Byers

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Featured Vanishing of Will Byers Posts

1.) What The Hell Is That White Light In The Byers’ Dining Room Window During Will’s Vanishing? (x)

2.) That’s Not The Same Kid At The Same Time: Initial Warm Will vs Cool Will Post (x)

3.) What The Hell Is Going On The Night Will Vanished? Newspaper Weirdness, Terry and Joyce Being Conflated, and Timeline Weirdness (x)

Gay Mike Wheeler

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Featured Gay Mike Posts

1.) The OG ‘if Will Is Gay Men Who Die By Hate Crimes, Mike Is Gay Men Who Die By Suicide’ And Hypervisible Vs Invisible Gay Men And Ted Wheeler’s Ignorance Post (x)

2.) If Mike Ever Actually Loved El/Even Just Had A Crush On Her, Why Didn’t He Use The Moment He Actually Fell In Love With Her As Part Of His Monologue Instead Of Claiming It Was Love At First Sight? (x)

3.) The 60 Minutes Namedrog And Its AIDs Themed Episode (x)

Music in Stranger Things

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Featured ST Music Posts

1.) ST and Music That Seems Nonconformist But Is Actually Conformist (x)

2.) “Play With Me” vs “Rock Me Amadeus” (x)

3.) We’ll Meet Again, Dr. Strangelove, Yanks, and The Singing Detective (x)

Mike’s Mental Health Posts

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Featured Mike’s Mental Health Posts

1.) Mike Didn’t Even Try To Hit The Water At The Quarry: Mike And Joyce Parallels and Looking Through “Mike Lens” (x)

2.) Everyone Vandalizes The Bathroom Stall: Mike Is Taught That HE Is The Problem (x)

3.) Mike Having Food Issues Isn’t A Stretch (x)

ST Movie Parallels

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Featured ST Movie Parallel Posts

1.) Henry’s Shattered Mirror Scene Is A Direct Tommy Parallel (x)

2.) I’d Say You're Asking Me to Follow You Into Mordor: Eddie Munson, Mordor, Edward Creel, and March 22nd (x)

3.) Initial Post About The Wheelchair In The Creel Attic Vs The Wheelchair In The Attic In The Changeling (x)

ST Costuming

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Featured ST Costuming Posts

1.) Will’s Unbuttoned Flannel (x)

2.) Initial Post About The BTS Picture Of Young Henry’s Sensory Tank Suit Costume (x)

3.) Even If You Don’t See A Detail, It’s There: When Will We Finally Beat The Production Error Allegations? Not Everything Is A Production Error, The Details Matter. (x)

ST Production/BTS

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Featured ST BTS Posts

1.) Frame By Frame: Quit Calling Everything A Production Error (x)

2.) Henry Has Been Planned Since Season One (x)

3.) The Moving And Changing Kids Are Not A Production Error And They're Not Adult Stand-Ins Either (There's Zero Need For Standins Because They Have Hyper-Realistic Digital Doubles Of Every Dead Kid) (x)

ST and Changelings/ST and Irish Myth and History

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Featured ST and Changelings/ST and Irish Myth and History

1.) The Reason For The Wheelchair In The Creel Attic (Brief Initial Post About ST vs The Changeling) (x)

2.) That’s The Same Damn Tub AGAIN! (Initial Post About ST vs Before I Wake and The Tubs in ST- Did Henry or Edward Get Drowned and Dumped in the Quarry?) (x)

3.) Initial Brief Post About Vecna’s Claws and Changeling Imagery (x)

Multiple Upside Downs

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Featured Multiple UDs Posts

1.) Blue vs White Lights and Multiple Versions of the UD/Multiple Upside Downs (x)

2.) Another Post About Two Different Versions of the UD Castle Byers (And Two Different Wills) (x)

3.) Why Are The Snow Ball Lights There In The UD? If The UD Is Frozen On The Day Will Vanished, They Shouldn’t Be There At All (x)

ST vs DND

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Featured ST vs DND Posts

1.) The Two Heads of HNL: Richard and Martin As The Demogorgon (x)

2.) Not Gage and Not Mom: The Virginiagorgon (Or The Virginiaganger? Both?) and Virginia Being Replaced By A Shapeshifting Doppelganger (x)

3.)True Sight, Doppelgangers, Shapeshifter and Will’s Powers (And Why is Brenner Basically Every DND Monster in ST?) (x)

ST vs TV Shows

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Featured ST vs TV Posts

1.) Edward Creel, Peter Bishop, and Fringe: They Don’t Remember Him- How Could They? He Never Existed. (x)

2.) Owens, Cancer, Peter, Regenerative Healing and The Cure (x)

3.) Pretty Woman, Pretty, Henward, The Pennhurst Guards, and Always Sunny in Philadelphia (x)

ST vs Video Games

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Featured ST vs Video Game Posts

1.) Henry’s In A Tank: Stranger Things vs The Evil Within (2017) (x)

#stranger things #byler #henry creel #pinned post #pinned post section #pinned post section: main post #timeline theory #st creel timeline weirdness

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The Best Newsies Thing submissions

Race's cigar

Jack Kelly

The money the movie didn't make

King Of New York

Davey Jacobs

David Jacobs (movie)

Seize The Day

Sprace

Crutchie (uksies)

Trans Racetrack headcanons

Crutchie

92sies Mush's front flip during Carrying The Banner

Race

Spot Conlon (movie)

Javey

Javid

King Of New York (movie)

Newsies fanfiction

Kid Blink (movie)

Katherine

The tony awards performance

Spot Conlon (uksies)

The chair Mike Faist fell through

Ben Cook kicking himself in the face

Jeremy Jordan attempting to dance and almost falling on his face during the proshot bows

Bill and Darcy

Albert

Albert (uksies)

Christian Bale falling over every time he tries to dance

Race (movie)

Santa Fe

Les pretending to smoke his candy to imitate Jack

Musical Davey's character development

Mush (movie)

The Delancey brothers

"The woild is yer erster"

Bumlets spinning on the ceiling fan

Jack Kelly (uksies)

Stray x Lucky (uksies)

Elmer

JoJo

Finch

Santa Fe (movie)

"Hi i'm Andrew Keenan-Bolger and I play Crutchie in disney's Newsies"

Dancing with the stars performance

Carrying The Banner

Carrying The Banner (movie)

"GO GET EM COWBOY! YOU GOT EM NOW BOY!"

"Our man Denton!"

Bryan Denton (movie)

Unemployed by Joshua Burrage and Ben Cook

"THE POOR GUYS HEAD IS SPINNING!"

Ben warming up and Andrew putting on multiple pairs of headphones

Sarah Jacobs (movie)

Specs (Ryan Steele)

Specs

Jack Kelly (movie)

Katherine (uksies)

Out There in Santa Fe by Ben Fankhauser

"I am a kooOOOoiiiii"

Andy Richardson crawling around like something from a horror movie

Ben and Sky dancing to What If I Go

“Forget about Trey. Where’s my fucken chair?”

Andrew forgetting the strike sign

Kara accidently throwing the broom into the orchestra pit

Corey Cott singing the Santa Fe key change four bars early

"It's oyster Race" "THATS WHAT I SAID"

Sniper

Les Jacobs (movie)

Letter From The Refuge

Once And For All

Skittery (movie)

Jess LeProtto falling into the orchestra pit

Finches slingshot

Gay/Trans awakenings caused by the movie

Za Zooming Out

"Up stays, uh upstairs"

Bad weather and shopping

Tommy Bracco pep talks

Letter From The Refuge (Ben Cook edition)

Anthony Rosenthal's vlogs

Redfinch

Newsies fanart

Seize The Day (movie)

Blush

Blood Drips Heavily On Newsies Square

The stage directions for Jack shaking Roosevelt's hand

Jeremy Jordan

Ben Fankhauser

Henry

Newsies Got Swag

Brooklyn's Here

WWH (reprise) at broadway bakes and Cory keeps messing up

Anything You Can Do by Mike Faist and Adam Kaplan

Ben and Lavon singing Something To Believe In

"AAAHHHHHHHH" "See this, this is Newsies"

92sies Jack saying "ambastards" instead of ambassadors

"Tell me how quitting does Crutchie any good" "Dszahdh"

Crutchie swearing in uksies

The amount of ass-slapping in livesies

#the best newsies thing

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Splasher: Are you the big spoon or the little spoon? Tommy Boy: I'm a knife. Henry: He's the little spoon.

#source: tumblr #newsies #uksies #newsies uk #west endsies #newsies west end #tommy boy #tommy boy newsies #henry butler #henry butler newsies #henry newsies #tommy boy x henry #tommry #splasher newsies #splasher #stars speaks

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fics-not-tragedies · 4 months

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January 2024 Music Prompts - Spotify Wrapped edition

♪ Hello again! Yes, I'm finally back, at last. Let's start new year with something great: music prompts ♪🎵🎶

♪ Since getting your Spotify Wrapped is such a huge event every year (at least for me, who listens to the same 5 artists and even tho I still get surprised, lol), I decided to surprise you with a little prompt event.

♪ I've chosen 15 songs from my 2023 Wrapped playlist and a lyric (or few) for each one of them that just has THE vibe (y'know):

1. Own My Mind ♫ Måneskin I'm prayin' at your altar if you know what I mean.

2. Dinner & Diatribes ♫ Hozier I’d suffer hell if you'd tell me/What you'd do to me tonight.

3. Kiwi ♫ Harry Styles She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes/Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect.

4. Electricity ♫ Arctic Monkeys Tell me something I don’t already know/Like how'd you get your kisses to fill me with electricity?

5. Francesca ♫ Hozier Though I know my heart would break/I'd tell them, "Put me back in it".

6. Honey (Are You Coming?) ♫ Måneskin I'm gonna show you how this Italian amor/It's gonna love you harder than ever before/You will like it.

7. Don't Blame Me ♫ Taylor Swift I would fall from grace/Just to touch your face.

8. For Your Love ♫ Måneskin I wanna be the first man you look at tonight/I wanna be stuck in your head and make you go wild.

9. Stuck ♫ Thirty Seconds to Mars I've been lost in your eyes all afternoon/The more I drift, the closer I get to you.

10. Mammamia ♫ Måneskin They ask me why I'm so hot, 'cause I'm italiano.

11. Nobody ♫ Hozier I'd be appalled if I saw you ever try to be a saint/I wouldn't fall for someone I thought couldn't misbehave/But I want you to know that I've had no love like your love.

12. I Can See You ♫ Taylor Swift But what would you do if I went to touch you now?/What would you do if they never found us out?/What would you do if we never made a sound?

13. Baby Said ♫ Måneskin Baby said, "Let me taste your silhouette/You can talk between my legs"/Uh-uh, uh, uh, know you really want to.

14. Cuff It ♫ Beyonce I wanna go higher, can I sit on top of you?

15. I Wanna Be Your Dog ♫ John McCrea So messed up, I want you here/In my room, I want you here/Now we're gonna be face-to-face/And I'll lay right down in my favorite place.

♪ You can now start making request for the following list of characters:

1. Keanu Reeves along with his following characters/movies:

John Wick & the John Wick movies franchise,

Constantine & the movie,

Johnny Utah & Point Break,

Jonathan Harker & Bram Stoker’s Dracula,

Neo & The Matrix,

dr Julian Mercer,

Jack Traven & Speed;

2. Riccardo Scamarcio along with:

Santino D’Antonio;

3. Andrew Hozier Byrne;

4. Tom Hiddleston along with his following characters/movies:

Sir Thomas Sharpe & Crimson Peak,

Loki & Avengers/Thor,

Adam & Only Lovers Left Alive,

dr Robert Laing & High Rise,

Jonathan Pine & The Night Manager;

5. Henry Cavill along with his following characters/movies:

Geralt of Rivia & The Witcher,

Walter Marshall & Nomis,

Capt. Syverson & Sand Castle,

Napoleon Solo & The Man from U.N.C.L.E.,

August Walker & MI: Fallout,

6. Alexander Skarsgård along with his following characters/movies:

Eric Northman & True Blood,

Leo Beiler & Mute,

Gadi Becker & The Little Drummer Girl,

sergeant Brad “Iceman” Colbert & Generation Kill,

7. Peaky Blinders franchise along with the following characters:

Thomas ‘Tommy’ Shelby,

Alfie Solomons,

8. Supernatural franchise along with the following characters:

Dean Winchester,

Sam Winchester,

9. The X Files franchise along with the following characters:

Dana Scully,

Fox Mulder,

10. Kiefer Sutherland along with his following characters/movies:

Jack Bauer & 24,

president Tom Kirkman & Designated Survivor,

David & The Lost Boys.

Please send in a number with the song/lyric you fancy + a character from those listed above, first come - first serve, as always.

If there are any questions don’t be afraid to ask them, I’m always all ears for y’all!

♪ LET'S CELEBRATE THE BEGINNING OF 2024 ✨

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Masterlist

A collection of all the writing I’ve done for movies released between 2000-2009 (Last updated 5/1/2022). Names of characters are links to dating hcs; everything else is pretty self explanatory. Posts towards the bottom of this list are older and therefore not as good: I’ll probably be rewriting them at some point but I hope you enjoy them anyway!

For movies from 2010 onward, check out @exceptionimagines

And for Marvel movies (including MCU phases 1-4 and the X-men franchise), check out @babybamf

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

- NSFW

Hermione Granger

Draco Malfoy

- NSFW

Blaise Zabini

- NSFW

Fred Weasley

Fred dating a non-pranking, younger girl from a different house

George Weasley

George Weasley having a crush on you

Seamus Finnegan

Sirius Black

Oliver Wood

Viktor Krum

- NSFW

Viktor with a motherly s/o who loves to cook

Night at the Museum

Ahkmenrah

Al Capone

Kahmunrah

Napoleon Bonaparte

The Great Gatsby (Now a part of my other blog)

Jay Gatsby

- NSFW

Inglorious Basterds

Preference~The Basterds as parents

Donny Donowitz (Uncompleted)

- NSFW

Donny with a soft male! basterd s/o

Saw

Adam Stanheight

Final Destination

Tod Waggner

- NSFW

Jeepers Creepers

Darry Jenner

- NSFW

House Of Wax

Nick Jones

Bo Sinclair

Donnie Darko

Jennifers Body

Jennifer Check

Thirteen Ghosts

Dennis Rafkin

Royce Clayton (Torn Prince)

Horace Mahoney (The Juggernaut)

Pitch Black

Riddick

Signs

Merill Hess

What Lies Beneath

Being married to and having children with Claire

Bruiser

Henry Creedlow

The Alter Boys

Tim Sullivan

Chasing 3000

Roger Straka

Speed Racer

Sparky

Santa Clause 3

Jack Frost

High School Musical

Troy Bolton

- NSFW

She’s The Man

Duke Orsino

- NSFW

Bring It On

Cliff Pantone

Mean Girls

Cady Heron

Aaron Samuels

- NSFW

Regina George

Gretchen Weiners

Karen Smith

Loser (2000)

Noah (tw:sa)

Twilight

Paul Lahote

Jasper Hale (Uncompleted)

Jasper having a crush on you

Jasper meeting a lost boys-esque s/o

Emmett Cullen (Uncompleted)

Emmett meeting his Denali clan s/o for the first time

Alistair(Uncompleted)

Alistairs mate reuniting with her sister Esme

The Covenant

Chase Collins (Uncompleted)

Chase being in love with the fifth member of the covenant

Pogue Parry (Uncompleted)

Being Calebs twin and dating Pogue

Reid Garwin (Uncompleted)

Reid dating Tylers older sister; the mom of the group

Pearl Harbor

Danny Walker

Rafe McCawley

Brothers

Tommy Cahill having a crush on you

#masterlist #hp headcanons #early 2000s movie imagine #early 2000s movie imagines #early 2000s imagine #early 2000s movie headcanons #the covenant imagine #harry potter imagine

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Ye of little faith

Gif by @crackshipandcrap

Eva x Tommy

Cw: mentions of sex,struggles with infertility and Tommy’s dark thoughts

He is good with babies and children.

It’s a sight to see and one that has Eva begging him for a baby once she gets him alone.

He wouldn’t mind one of their own, about time for them to be having one, but so far there’s been no success even if there’s been false alarms.

Its been almost two years since they married, since he finally got her to admit she loves him as much as he loves her.

They’ve opened his offices in Digbeth, acquired many factories and absorbed smaller companies and now he was fully in control of the midlands.

Eva’s great at this part, her foresight helping her see when a company or a factory is ripe for the taking and how to squeeze every drop of profit without putting the workers at risk.

So far, people flock to work for the Shelbys because work conditions and pay are so good they can’t be beat.

And now that the King and Queen have built and perfected the kingdom, they needed a prince to inherit it.

Eva refuses to lose hope about the perfect little boy she saw when they began trying in earnest.

Charles Absalom Shelby, after his Uncle Charlie and Absalom after her father, Henry Absalom Smith.

Dark hair, blue eyed, confident but not arrogant, political in the good way and tall because the universe needs to keep Tommy grounded.

The first of four, or so she’d seen that morning they fucked in the porcelain tub during their honeymoon. And yet, as summer rolled around again, there was no sign of the perfect little prince his wife sees in the cards.

Didn’t come for lack of trying at least.

She craves him the way he craves her and yet as he stays inside her in hopes this time it finally takes, he’s no longer hopeful it will happen.

They fuck in his new car, in the dark and overlooking the Cut because in a house with Finn and Arthur and Polly, they aren’t free to do as they please.

“What if I can’t give you children?” he finds himself asking her as he holds her as tightly as he can fearing she’d leave as everyone leaves him.

“Don’t say that, Tom. Not tonight.” The witch kissed him in hopes of taking away his dark thoughts telling him he’s cursed and he does is curse the women he loves.

Greta had died because she loved him, Zelda had died because he thought he could love again with the help of the baby boy they were having. There had been fears that Grace would come back and ruin his life some more with a baby that was his, but the infamous Shelby virility seemed to have died with him in France.

Now he can’t give the woman he loves a child. One she’d seen in visions and felt as real as John’s and Ada’s.

And for tonight he pretends it will happen even if he knows better than to hope. Won’t be long until Eva learns she can’t have that baby because she married a corpse.

“Ye of little faith.” She whispers knowing what he’s thinking.

And sure enough, after Sabini beats him within an inch of his life six weeks later, Thomas Shelby learns he is to be a father.

#eva smith shelby #tommy shelby x oc #thomas shelby x oc #eva x tommy #you read me poetry while i wash the dishes one shot series #between the shadow and the soul

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i-didnt-do-1t · 9 months

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For writing prompts could I humbly please request Davey teaching some of the newsies school stuff a la my recent ask?

I feel like Elmer just takes over any maths lessons and being a small child makes it ever more incomprehensible to the others skdsjkd

Thank you for the prompt! I hope this is okay :D

(I also find math incomprehensible so I am very much Elmer in this situation, like genuinely I would’ve loved to mention more complex math but I am an English lit student and just so terrible at mental math Albert in this is me fr)

David felt like he should be shorter than he was, given how much he hated being on the receiving end of other people’s attention. And yes he would still be stood at the top of the bunk house with eyes on him regardless of whatever height he was but being tall decidedly made it worse. (And no, he didn’t feel the need to explain himself when he mentioned this to Jack a few weeks previous.)

“I thought it was only gonna be a couple of the kids.” Davey said, and Race, a bunk over, was lazy as he removed the cigar from between his teeth, as if Dave wasn’t being stared down by at least eight of his friends.

“Yeah n’ a couple others wanted to come too when they heard you was offerin’ lessons. So take it away Teach.”

“You’re the worst.”

“Nah that’s Finch. An’ you like school n’ stuff right?” David shrugged a little uncomfortably, he was hardly going to say no, so he didn’t say anything and Race kept talking. “Just look at all those bright young faces whose futures you could be changin’”

David turned to face the small yet intimidating crowd.

Elmer, Romeo, Henry, JoJo and Splasher stared back blankly, unimpressed. As well as a few of the older ones in the back too now, Specs, and Albert and Tommy-Boy.

Blink from his place on his bunk on the other side of the room made his presence known by groaning, so Davey mentally added him to the tally aswell. “You gonna get on with it or what, I need you to bore me to sleep Dave.”

He thinks he would’ve been hurt by the comment had come from anyone aside from Blink, who had never exactly been subtle in his disdain of David’s schooling. He couldn’t blame him so he couldn’t be mad, because David got it, at least he thought he did. But trying to think round his words so he wouldn’t say anything he’d have to end up explaining was difficult sometimes, and Blink looking at him like he was a sentence away from being on the receiving end of his fist when it happened wasn’t comforting either.

“Okay. I’m better at literature but you wanted to do maths today right?”

He didn’t know who he was asking but Henry answered.

“Yeah. I mean, I can count n’ add up n’ all but it takes a while to do the multiplications. They don’t stick in my head.”

David frowned in thought. “Okay, so what goes on in your head if I asked 4 X 7.”

“I gotta count through em’ all. It doesn’t just come automatic.”

“It doesn’t have to be fast. I mean, you can make it two 14’s and then add those together.”

“So’s 28.”

“Exactly.”

Henry nodded slightly, eyes a little narrower. “Huh.”

“What I don’t get.” Elmer said, because of course he did. “Is how 7 by 0 is 0. Ain’t it meant to be 7?”

David blinked. “Oh well, it’s seven 0’s, so there’s nothing.”

“Yeah but there’s seven of em’”

“Okay. Yes. but say you even just added 2 zeros together, it would still be zero.”

Elmer stared at him blankly. “But there’s two of em.”

“Two of nothing, if you add nothing plus nothing you get nothing.”

“Two nothings.”

The groan and the sound of a head hitting against a bed frame came from Albert this time round.

“Jesus Elmer, stop tryna kill the man you know exactly what he’s saying, you’re better at math than half the bunk house put together.”

“You’re only saying that cuz you can’t add up.” Elmer shot back, and with that he twisted his neck to face him again so aggressively that Davey could probably be persuaded that he’d given himself whiplash. “Do it Davey, ask him what 37 plus 56 is.”

“I’m not putting anyone on the spot.”

“I’m telling Spot you said she can’t add.”

David blanched. “That is just not what I said at all.”

“Can’t wait to tell Spot you compared her to Oscar Delancey, you heard it here first folks.”

The fact that Blink decided to contribute to the lesson at all was more surprising than the fact that this was where he decided to contribute, but the likelihood he was actually serious was significantly higher than Elmer’s jokes.

“That is even further from what I said.”

And suddenly everyone was talking all at once and David wanted to throw up a little maybe. God he hated public speaking, even if this didn’t necessarily count as public, except maybe- no. He wasn’t about to get into the semantics of it. Right now he had to work out how to get eveyone to quiet down.

“Hey knuckleheads,” Race didn’t move from his spot leaned up against the bunk but all eyes drew to him anyway, and if David was a little in awe of how he held the room he wasn’t shocked by it, Race had always had that quality right after Jack. (Briefly Davey wondered if they could give him lessons in that) “If you want Dave to actually keep teaching youse you can’t drive him out the room or get ‘im shanked by Spot.”

Elmer was the first to shrug, and slump over again, leaning his elbows on his criss-crossed knees.

“I guess.”

David had opened his mouth to speak again, taking advantage of the second of silence to try and get this back on track but Elmer beat him to it one more time.

“Long as you don’t try and give us homework like last time.”

#the way I do badly wanna write davey reading Shakespeare with them #because king lear is a banger

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