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Arlo was right, even i would have chosen you over myself

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[heavencanbeaprisontoo]

Hi I hope you’re well 😊 I’m here to request your thoughts on Tommy Shelby as a father. Like how many kids you’d think he would have had if he only had one love interest (no falling in love with Grace or marrying Lizzie). Or if you think he’d be a girl or boy dad (personally i’d like to think he’d be a girl dad and have a big family haha). You can make this headcanon or just simply respond to this ask however you’d like! Thank you for taking the time to read and answer 🥰

Thomas Shelby as a Father

Tommy x Fem!Reader

Trope: Wait till your father gets home Warnings: Angst, spoilers for most of the series, period-typical sexism, references to past ab-se.

What we see of Tommy as a father is that he's distant and seemingly detached. This, I feel, is because of his trauma in losing Grace and his growing obsession with obtaining power.

We do see that Tommy is aware of his children's emotional state but seems unable to comfort his son. He goes as far as to have Arthur be the one to talk to his son about why he had to shoot his horse.

Tommy clearly cares about his children. He runs through a field of landmines to save his son, when he had almost stepped on one to purposely end his own life. Tommy goes nearly mad when he finds out Alfie Solomons was involved with the enemy that kidnapped his son. He shot Alfie for that betrayal with the intent to kill.

When Ruby became ill and he thought was all due to a curse, Tommy hunted the woman down. He went on a bloody rampage because he thought it would save her. With all of this, we know he is a loving father. But without Grace, he doesn't seem to know how to show that love.

Let's say that there is no Grace, only you, and that no sapphire is ever put around your neck.

That Thomas might be different than the one we saw parenting Charles and Ruby. I think he would want more than two children. I think he would be the sort of man who would say "one is enough," but really he wants four.

He would never raise his voice in his home without good reason. Tommy knows what its like to have a father that rules through fear and honey. He won't be kind only when he wants something. He won't make his children afraid of him.

Personally, I do see him as prime girl-dad material. Like he would have one son and three girls. Regardless of the birthing order, he calls the boy his "heir," but spoils the girls. They each have their own horse, a wardrobe of beautiful clothing, and freedom to do literally whatever they want. He has opened his briefcase to find dollies and teacups from your youngest girl's tea set before. She thought he would be lonely at work.

His girls would be the sort to follow around staff and ask them intrusive questions. Tommy would not be immune. His daughters would probably ask him questions like: "Do you not grow hair on the back of your hand daddy? Is that why it's only on top?" At least one of his daughters would have a "I'm totally a witch," phase where she's flinging curses just like he used to. Only with her, it's cute because she's only nine.

The only son of Thomas Shelby would be safely tucked under his wing. At your imploring, he would take your boy on long car rides or out into town without his sisters to bond. The boy has a lot of pressure on him to succeed, Tommy doesn't always sympathize with that.

All four of his children would be little hellions. He would be dragged to see their school's headmaster on a near weekly basis. To the point where he isn't always sure which of his kids is in trouble sometimes. He just drops a donation to the school and the problem goes away. That's not to say your children are bratty or terribly spoiled. Well, they are, but not unbearably so...

Tommy makes sure his children understand where he came from. He brings them all to the Cut to watch the ships come through. Loves to leave them at Charlie's yard for an afternoon of mischief and bonding time with "Grandpa Charlie." They also get dropped off at Aunt Polly's home for weekends every now and again. The girls always come back with a new swear word.

They are new money, not old money. There are those who will look down upon them based on this alone. He makes sure his children are educated and well-rounded individuals. Tommy often worries about the state of the Shelby Empire after he dies. You remind him that he "isn't allowed to die," before you say so.

Tommy is still more distant than you would like him to be. He's so focused on his goals, it's like he forgets all about Arrow House and the family that lives there. The oldest two girls have said as much to his face once before. He took the family on holiday after that. You knew he would go right back to long nights in the office, but it was still sweet.

Life with him is hardly perfect, but it's closer to it than you could have with anybody else. And that's enough.

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲

—✦ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 // in which alfred is a truck driver and you're his favorite stop

✧ i loooooove writing for alfred i love love love it hes my favorite to write for probably

—✦ 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 // Alfred F Jones (APH America)

—✦ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 // swearing, reader is hit on by unwanted college boy, fluff, gn!reader

A few things help Alfred get through his days and nights. One is some music, another is phone calls with his buddies. Whatever it is, he just needs something to fill the dull air as he drives endlessly from one place to another. Singing along to a Gwen Stefani song (probably one from her No Doubt era) or dancing in his seat at red lights always helps keep his mood high. Waving to little kids in their mom’s backseats when they look up at him in awe and wonder is always nice, too, it makes him feel like more than just a truck driver, it’s like he’s Superman and flying over the city after saving the day.

But truth be told though, he’d have a hard time staying awake behind the wheel on especially hard days without his coffee. This man doesn’t exactly have the healthiest diet, especially not while driving, his passenger's seat is always full of fast-food bags and his cup holder always has soda or an energy drink lingering in it. Coffee, however, helps him start his day off right. It’s a tasty, warm energizer early in the morning when his eyes are still adjusting and his brain still isnt awake.

Yet the only thing that can get his day off to a good start better than coffee is you.

You’re a sweet college student, probably close to graduating, maybe a four-year degree, he thinks. You work at a cafe he frequents as often as he can, as long as he’s in the area it's his number one choice for his morning coffee and bagels. Half of it is because he really likes the coffee, the rest is because he likes seeing you.

You’re way too kind for someone working the early morning opening shift. You always smile at him and banter with him, no matter how clearly exhausted you are. And he’s way too cheery for a guy who wakes up at the ass-crack of dawn to drive a big ass truck around all day, so you guys have that one in common. You have a lot in common. Maybe you guys have matching eyebags, he thinks, or your voices are equally as groggy. 

But you always smile when he comes in, he's a regular at this point, the kind of regular who doesn't even need to order because the barista knows what he's getting. You always draw a little heart next to his name on his cup, sometimes lately you’ve been writing Alfie instead of Alfred, too. That one will never cease to make his heart stutter. You know exactly how much cream cheese he likes on his bagels, you know exactly how much cream to put in his coffee, and yeah maybe that's just because you’ve made the same order for him a gazillion times but he likes to think of it as something more intimate than it is. 

One time you complimented his hoodie, it had a little alien head embroidered over his heart, and “I come in peace!” was written over his back. You noticed it, you mentioned it, you complimented it, and he broke out into a grin.

“Really? I think it's great, too.” He said triumphantly. “My brother said it was corny, but you should see some of the shit he wears.”

“Corny? Maybe. Cute? Definitely.” You giggled, writing his name on a large cup. 

“You’re supposed to be on my side, you know.” He winked playfully, leaning on the counter and watching you as you made his drink. He’s seen you do it a thousand times, he never gets over how efficient you are.

“I said it was cute!” You said, defensively, a coy glint in your eyes. “But I can’t exactly lie to you, either.”

He laughed joyfully.

The first time Alfred saw you he thought you were cute, the second time he thought your haircut was cool. Now when he sees you it's like a puppy seeing his owner after they’ve been at work all day. He gets happy, his stomach does backflips like an Olympic gymnast, and he can’t stop smiling.

Most of the time it's just you, him, and one or two of your coworkers. Not many customers pop in so early—shocker, right?—so he gets to enjoy chatting with you until his coffee is ready before he has to set off on the road. 

Sometimes there’s another person in the cafe though, sometimes two. One time that other person was clearly a college guy, one who had no business being here this early, one that should be hungover and passed out on his frat house’s deck instead of leaning over the counter and trying to flirt with you.

That was probably the first time Alfred realized you weren’t just his barista friend, but his barista crush. What tipped him off? The fact he wanted to grab the guy by his collar and carry him out of the building like a mama cat carrying its kitten by the scruff of its neck.

He didn’t, by the way, he wouldn’t do that unless you asked him to.

Instead, he just grit his teeth as he waited in line behind the guy, listening as he dragged out the ordering process to drop some lame pickup line that made his skin crawl—and yours too, judging by the awkward smile on your face and the forced laugh you humored him with. Alfred definitely wanted to groan out loud at that point. When the guy finally got the hint and left, Al walked up to the counter with a smile, and your shoulders relaxed and you sighed. 

“Long time, no see, partner.” You smiled tiredly up at him. 

It had been a long time, maybe a week or two, and he realized he missed you all that time, too. 

“Yeah, it’s great to be back in town.” He tipped his ballcap like he was tipping a cowboy hat, a dumb grin on his face. He didn’t have to place his order, you knew already.

You giggled softly at that. Was it just him or were you more exhausted than usual? Maybe the weirdo hitting on you drained your social battery or something, maybe it was finals week or something. 

“Great to have you back, I missed my favorite regular.” 

“Aw, you tellin’ me you have other regulars?” He clutched his pears in faux shock, acting hurt for dramatic effect. Somewhere to your left, your coworker snorted.

“Maybe, but none of them are as cool as you.” You grinned. “And none of them have such easy orders, either.”

“I’m a simple man, what can I say.” 

When you handed him his coffee and bagel, your fingers brushed his, and he felt a tingle go down his arm for a split second. Then you winked, and he felt one in his heart.

To say you felt any different than him would be a lie.

Alfred was definitely your favorite regular, that was no joke when you said it to him no matter how playful your tone was. He was always sweet and respectful and always cheered you up when you were barely dragging yourself through your shift.

The first time he came in you thought he was hot, the second time he came in you thought he was funny, and now when he comes in you feel a breath of fresh air cut through the coffee-scented air and your heart speeds up momentarily at his smile.

His smile always got to you. It was so attractive, he had such nice straight teeth and his lips framed them perfectly. It felt like a beautiful oil painting framed in gold or something. What came out of those lips was no different, his voice was always pleasing to the ears, and sometimes he came in sounding like he just rolled out of bed, and that was also pleasing. 

Alfred’s presence was the best part of your week, everything else sucked if you were being honest. Your coworkers made it really hard to feel positive when they were so bitter because they had to do the job they applied for. Your patience was thinning every day, and honestly when that guy from one of your classes showed up you felt like quitting then and there. Thankfully he never came back, if he did you probably would’ve thrown down your apron as soon as he entered. 

As much as you hate to say it, Alfred alone wasn't enough for you to want to keep the job. So you turned in your two weeks, you found a new job—one much more impressive than “barista”—and you counted the days until you were free from your coffee-stained shackles.

The last week of your job you didn’t see Alfred once, and you were starting to get anxious that you wouldn’t see him again. Maybe you could get one of your lazy coworkers to give him your number, or you could show up every morning until he was there. 

(that was in no way plausible, you barely even wanted to show up now and you work there)

But, to your relief, on your last day, Alfred popped through the window. His blue eyes shone through his glasses, his blonde hair was a mess, and he was wearing a hoodie with his iconic bomber jacket over it. He looked warm, he looked good. He grinned widely at you, shooting you finger-guns as he approached the counter.

“If it isn’t my favorite barista!” 

“And my favorite customer returns! I was getting worried, you know.” You smiled back, grabbing a cup for his drink.

“Aw, I always come back to this place! If you didn’t see me today, you’d see me tomorrow or next week or something.” He promised.

“I actually wouldn’t.” You said, “Because I wouldn’t be here.”

Alfred paused, “What’d’ya mean?”

“It’s my last day.” You smiled, glancing back up to him momentarily and catching the way his lips tugged down slightly.

“Like… forever?” He asked.

“Yup, I got myself a shiny new job.” You boasted.

“So I won’t get my morning coffee from you anymore?” He leaned on the counter, his voice seemed disappointed.

“Uh,” You pulled your eyes away from the coffee machine to meet his, “Yeah. Not anymore.”

He nodded slowly, “I won’t get to see you again, then?”

You chuckled to yourself, “Of course you will, silly.”

“I will?”

“Yeah, did you think I would part ways with you without giving you my number or something?” You grinned.

Slowly, he did too. His eyes twinkled and his chest shook in laughter. “I’d sure hope not.”

You smiled, face warming a little as he stared at you intently. This time, when you handed him his coffee and bagel your number was written beneath his name. 

“So, your number-?”

“It’s on the cup.” You noted.

“Got it. Yeah. I’ll- I’ll call you.” He grinned, walking backward for a moment before ripping his eyes away from your face and walking out the door feeling like a giddy teenage girl.

Today his day got off to an amazing start. Coffee always helped with that, but you? You always made it ten times better.

✧ navigation.

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[pacifymebby]

Peaky Blinders Headcannons

Tommy

🌿Calls you his angel

🌿He comes across as stoney and cold, struggles to show his adoration, but it all comes out when he says thay word. "Cmere angel," "You're my angel," "behave yourself angel,"

🌿Sometimes he really does believe you were sent from heaven to save him

🌿Or to test him... He's so hellbent on protecting you, preserving your innocence, not letting you get close to the darker side of him and his business that he almost loses you

🌿You're always trying to soothe him, to get under his skin, heal him. You're not stupid, you've heard he's a bad man and you know it too

🌿But even bad men deserve love and you adore him

🌿So you keep trying to look after him. At night when he has his terrors you hold his head to your chest and let him fall asleep there, your hands combing through his hair. You'll fall asleep with him resting there like that and in the morning when you wake up, he's usually woken up before you and moved so that its you resting on him. His hands playing with your hair. You know hes trying to pretend the terrors didnt happen, but you let him pretened. Its slow work getting a man like Tommy to open up, the fact that he let you hold him at all is miracle enough for now.

🌿He's killed for you, he thinks you don't know but you do. Of course you know, he's done it so many times, too many times to hide it. The first time it happened you put it down to coincidence. The man who groped you in the Garrison, he was an unpleasant man, exactly the type of man you could imagine would get himself into a fight he couldnt win. When he got stabbed with a broken bottle in a bar fight no one had been surprised. But when it keeps happening? Its hard to ignore the fact that any man who so much as looks at you for too long seems to end up dead or blind.

🌿Is haunted by dreams of you dying, morbidly convinced hes going to lose you, that youre going to be stolen from him. This is why hes so possesive.

🌿 Nothings going to happen to you because hes not going to let you out of his sight, there will always be peaky boys guarding Tommy's angel. But...

🌿 If something does happen to you, Tommy's calculating the cruelest revenge, the slowest most painful method of killing. Hes militant about it. He'll hunt them down. But he'll be so caught up in planning his revemge that instead of being gentle with you and holding you/comforting you, he'll sit at your bedside with a face of thunder, holding your hand too tightly, his mind far away, plotting the finer details of revenge. He will not sleep until the bastard who harmed his angel is dead.

🌿 He doesn't involve you in business at all, if he had it his way he'd keep you at home in the country forever, never let you leave the sanctuary of the home he's built for you.

🌿And why would you want to? Your doting Tommy has done everything he can to craft a little piece of heaven on earth for his little angel.

Alfie

🐻 You're far too young, precious and pretty to be sitting in this old mans lap but

🐻 Theres nowhere else youd rather be

🐻 An unforgiving brute to everyone but you, his "ziskeit" (sweetness). He goes 0 to 100 and then straight back down to 0 for you. By this i mean, he's threatening a man's life in one breath, evil in his eyes, cold and cruel with all that sadistic humor mixed in, but then upon turning to see you've slipped into his office by mistake, he drops his tone, speaks to you calm and quiet and soft.

🐻 Has a habbit of beckoning you over to him so that he can whisper instructions for you. He loves how obedient you are and how delicate you look when you tread soft and quick/nimble across the room to be by his side.

🐻 "shikseleh, go wait outside for your old man, thats a good girl, you wait for me and I'll come find you as soon as i can" "patience ziskeit, will you do me a favour? I want you to go find olly for me right, and you tell him, that i told you, that if he doesn't come get this selfish little bastard out of my office I'll kill him...."

🐻 Sending you on your way with a little pat on the cheek only to stop you as you get to the door... "wait a minute, wait... I forgot something very important didnt I... Don't swear..."

🐻 He knows he can't protect you and he doesn't want you to be too innocent - after all hes a dirty old man and there are things he wants to do with you that innocent girls just can't do...

🐻 But he likes to pretend you're innocent and hes determined to keep you good so there are rules. Alfie loves rules.

🐻 No swearing, no answering back, you're to do as you're told by him, youre not to speak to the men in the bakery (they aren't even allowed to look at you) and if you're going to sit down? Well you must sit in your old mans lap.

🐻 He hasnt had to kill anyone over you yet but thats only because he strikes the fear of god into everyone he meets. No one in their right mind would lay a finger on you. The men in the bakery know to turn their heads away and avert their gaze when you walk in looking for your old man.

🐻 He has thought about it many times however... What he'd do if anything were to happen to you. Thats why he wakes you sometimes in the middle of the night, his fingers stroking your cheek, his lips skimming your hair. He'll lie on his back, the weight of your sleeping body on top of his, his fingers tracing down your spine, your head held in the palm of his hand. And he'll hold you all night, thinking about the violence hed commit if anyone ever even threatened you.

John

🌼 Brings you flowers all the time, buys you so many pretty things. He doesnt think he's good enough to win you over with looks/charm and personality so this is how he tries to attract you. With gifts.

🌼 But you adore him, and you don't need all these gifts to attract you to him because youve only ever had eyes for him.

🌼 He's a little insecure, so he's always getting into fights over you. Nothing serious really, but if anyone dares to observe how beautiful you are, John takes offense. "She's too good for me aye? That what youre saying?" "Reckon you'd like to try a piece of my girl?"

🌼 Calls you all manner of sweet little pet names but his favourite is "little flower,"

🌼 You bring out the child in him, he's boyish and careless with you, will play fight, sneak up on you and make you jump just to hear you shriek and jump into his arms. Will chase you and sling you over his shoulder when he catches you.

🌼 Can't take his eyes off you, you really really ruin his cool. His brothers and sister take the piss and he often finds himself embarassed and blushing because they've caught him watching you again.

🌼 Worries about you, worries you will get hurt because of his deeds with the peakys, naively thinks he can protect you from everything.

🌼 When you are hurt he's both full of guilt/shame and desperate for revenge. Whoever hurt you is going to pay with their life... But his first worry is you, he won't leave your side until youre better, or unless you manage to convince him to go.

🌼 Is always always big spoon, even when really hes the one who needs hugging. He likes to wrap you up in his arms, hold onto you and bury his face in your neck. This way when hes hurt you wont know hes crying (you know but you let him pretend)

Arthur

🍂 Kind of whipped?? Dotes on you completely, his brothers think its imasculating but he just worships you.

🍂 Anything you want or need, he'll get/do/give

🍂 Knows he should do more to protect you from business but feels hopeless to do so.

🍂 More than this though he wants to keep you safe from himself... He tries to keep a distance from you, and when hes angry he wont see you, he'll avoid you... Which you hate...

🍂 He has it in his head that youre more innocent than you are until one day you catch him when hes feeling violently angry... Hes in the most tumultuous mood, his brothers pissed him off and he's all riled up on snow...

🍂 Hes storming down the night time street, going to find a whore to use up all his anger on before he goes to meet you... Just so he can calm down... Really hes doing it for you...

🍂 But you catch him and tell him to take it out on you... You tell him not to hold back but he does, he can't do that to you...

🍂 But now youve been together so long and he knows he wont hurt you... That you like it when hes violent with you. He'll be so rough with you, he'll choke you, slap you, throw you over the table, treat you so harsh, but he'll always say the sweetest things to you. He'll fuck you real hard whilst grunting the most complimentary and gentle things. "Youre my fucking cherub darling, my fucking little cherub..."

🍂 He. Has. Killed. So. Many. Men. Over. You. So many. Even before you were his, if he saw someone look at you, or flirt with you, or just talk about you, he'd cut in and tell them to watch their tongue. Hes been known to lose his temper over almost nothing, beat a man half to death over one glance.... But you, in your own fucked up way, kind of love that.

🍂 Likes to take baths with you, in the bath hes gentle with you. Will sit between your legs and have you wash his hair, your fingers massaging his scalp make him feel so calm.

🍂 You are the only person who can really calm him down and dull his pain.

🍂 He calls you his angel, his saving grace, because he believes youve been sent to save him, to heal him.

🍂 Lets you hold him when he's calmed down from a rage and is upset, lets you see him cry but isnt shy about telling you it bothers him. You are often big spoon at night, wrapped around him comfortingly. He will take your hands and bring them to his lips, kiss every one of your fingers and hold them close to his face.

Bonnie

🍀 You are his little dove, he hasn't used your real name since the day he learnt it, you have just always been his little dove.

🍀 Tries very hard to keep his innocent dove away from the peaky blinders. You haven't met them yet and Bonnie doesn't intend for you to.

🍀 He just feels so protective of you. Youre much smaller than him, he can pick you up with one arm and your hand feels so small held in his. The thought of you being in the same room as the blinders sends a shudder down his spine. Youre too good, too precious.

🍀 Always holding your hand, whenever he has the chance. Always doing things for you, making sure youre okay. He's absolutely obsessed with how small your hands are in comparison to his.

🍀 Even before you were together he felt protective over you. He would walk you wherever you needed to go, or give you rides on his horse. He socked another lad at the camp once for pulling your hair and trying to tease you.

🍀 It took him absolutely forever to admit to anyone that he actually had feelings for you...even though it was very obvious. He gets far too shy and blushes around you. He thinks the world of you and can't believe his luck. Hes absolutely giddy with pride whenever hes with you.

🍀 Is so sweet, picks you wild flowers, brings you little gifts. He made a little wooden crusifix for you once and threaded it onto a piece of string. Its not the most glamorous jewlery but you never take it off.

🍀 Always holding your hand, playing with your fingers. Likes it when you wear his jackets and shirts. Especially when he has to leave you and go to do work for Tommy. He feels as though having his jacket around your shoulders lets him keep holding you even after hes gone.

🍀 Hasn't killed for you yet... Would kill for you in a heartbeat...even tommy shelby.

🍀 Is nervous for you to see him fight in case it scares you, or makes you scared of him, because youre timid and because you were scared of him when you were younger and before you were friends.

🍀 But he also feels really proud when you come to his fights, he wants to impress you and make you proud.

🍀And he especially likes when you patch him up afterwards and carefully kiss his bruises.

🍀 Dreams of running away with you, the two of you going to live in a vardo together, far away from the peakys, somewhere safe, travelling together, always alone together.

🍀 Desperate to put a baby inside you, tells you all the time.

🍀 There were signs at first which you supposed you missed, but once you're together a little while he has a real soft dom side to him youre not expexting. He's determined to stamp out any insecuroties you might have, praises you all the time, always telling you how beautiful /pretty/adorable you are and...

🍀 They're never said out loud but he has rules for you. They aren't like alfies rules, they're not as jealous. But,

You have to look after yourself, he reminds you when you need to eat, he likes to be the one who washes your hair, he doesn't like it when you leave the camp on your own and especially doesnt want you going into birmingham without him.

🍀 When you look back you realise he always had these rules for you, he'd never let you off on your own, he'd always been over protective... And you also realise youd always complied amd been good for him... You don't know why.

🍀 Absolutely will not sleep unless hes holding you, likes to feel your body pressed against his with you sleeping on top of him. Will play with your hair and draw patterns on your skin. Unless its the night after a fight in which case youre permitted to hold him instead.

Isiah

🐀 Knows he shouldnt but definitely starts fights to try and impress you

🐀Is always a little bit paranoid that if he lets you hang around with finn and michael, one of them will steal you away from him.

🐀Over protective, puts on a front of being a fighter who's tough and quick tempered, but is actually just very sweet and in love with you.

🐀Is quite cocky, always flirting with you, really enjoys showing you off... Very tactile, always touching you. He is especially tactile around you in front of his friends and you know this is because he wants to remind them that you belong to him.

🐀Asks you who you love/who you belong to on a regular basis, multiple times a day. He'll catch your hand as youre leaving the room, pin you down in bed or up against a wall, get all up in your personal space and ask you... Won't let you go until you answer him so sometimes you stall on purpose

🐀And sometimes you hmmm and give him the wrong answer just to see what he'll do...

🐀Poor boy feels he has to prove himself and so usually you end up getting fucked real hard, only allowed to cum when he asks you the question again and you give him the right answer.

🐀Doesnt have to prove he's a man because he's so sure of himself in that specific way. Which is hot... You like the fact he lets you be big spoon sometimes, that he lets you cling onto him and nestle in as close as you can. Secretly he likes the feeling of being held.

🐀Does have a bit of a temper, will get angry with you if you've been flirting with other men, sulks if youve spent a lot of time talking with Michael or Finn. Doesn't like when you join in their teasing of him... Has plenty of ways to punish you for it later. Isn't gentle.

Michael

☘️ When you first met you thought Michael was just a mummys boy. You thought he was too soft for you...

☘️ My god were you mistaken.

☘️ Michael has an underdog complex worse than Tommy Shelby, he is ALWAYS trying to prove something. That he's a man, that he's a bad man, that you're his girl, that he's good enough for you...

☘️ Sometimes he speaks too harshly to you when hes in one of his moods but when he sees the hurt in your eyes he apologises, makes you come to him so he can kiss you and stroke your cheek. He never tells you he's sorry though and you always know hes going to do it again.

☘️ But you kind of like it like that. You like hos angry streak, it excites you, you want to know how far he'd go if you pissed him off. He wouldn't kill you, youre almost certain of that.

☘️ And besides you have the temper to match... If he ever slapped you he knows you'd hit him back twice as hard. Sometimes That is the only thing that stops him hitting you... Not his deeply ingrained principles about hitting girls.

☘️ You watch him change, no longer soft and easily bullied, but fierce, just as cruel, just as rotten as the rest of them... Part of you is sad to see his sweet side leave him but another part of you, and not a small part of you, finds it hot, exciting.

☘️ You like pushing him to his limits, arguing back until he snaps. You like seeing his temper flare and youll do anything in your power to make him snap.

☘️ He's unnaturally loyal for a peaky boy, at first you don't believe it when other people tell you they've seen him turn girls down because of you, then you think it's just a phase, he's got that new love obsession. But after awhile you realise his obsession with you is all consuming... He won't cheat on you because to him theres no point in fucking someone who isnt you. He wouldn't get any pleasure or satisfaction from dominating and owning someone else... Only you...

☘️ You argue and fight a lot, you both have sharp tempers and the relationship looks toxic... It probably is toxic, but you don't care. You set eachother on fire, breath life into eachother. You like getting into trouble with Michael. It started as partners in crime, the two of you against the world, and in many ways it is, youre ride or die, no one can come between you...

☘️ Except you love to make him angry. You love to push him over the edge so that he grabs you by the throat and squeezes, choking you whilst he tells you youre his, "you belong to me so be-fucking-have yourself you ungrateful little brat"

☘️ Youre spoilt because he spoils you and he loves to remind you. Hes proud that he can. He was raised a gentleman remember and he knows exactly how to treat a woman. When you're good you get showered in gifts and praise and kisses.

☘️ He likes to control you completely, down to the way you wear your hair and the clothes you dress. He tells you what to put on in the morning and if he doesnt like what youve chosen he demands you change.

☘️ And this is where his softer side comes out... If he doesnt like what youre wearing he demands you change, but he's the one who changes you. He undresses you, he helps you into your new outfit. If he doesnt like your hair he takes it out gently and fixes it the way he wants to see it. He wipes your make up off, tells you you look too much like a whore... His words are always so harsh but his actions so gentle and caring.

☘️ When hes done he'll say something like "there, thats better," and kiss you sweetly.

☘️ Hates it when other men talk to you, most men don't because theyve seen what has happened in the past but Tommy has no respect for Michael and no respect for your relationship. He doesn't even really find you attractive, but he will touch you, flirt with you, try to make you blush, just to piss his cousin off. And it works. And you'd be lying if you said you didnt try to encourage that behaviour because when Michael has something to prove...

☘️ Its delicious.

#peaky blinders headcanon #peaky blinders imagine #tommy shelby x reader #Arthur shelby x reader #Bonnie gold x reader #john shelby x reader

[silly-thinkings]

AGFC pt.5

A/n: Last chapter for now. I'm happy with this kind of conclusion. I've been feeling a bit down lately with my writing. like... insecure about it. I have all these W.I.Ps and Ideas but I don't think I got that oomph that I had when I started this blog ya know. If Im going to continue this series then it'll probably follow Young Justice season 3. Maybe Y/n will make an appearance in season 2 with Kaldure ya know. Anyway! Enjoy, let me know what you think :) Stay hydrated! Drink water plz

Y/n knew Jason was dead. It didn’t matter how fast her father was on his batmobile. She did the math, he won’t get there in time. Y/n sat in an isolated room, no different from the one Clark had put her in all those years ago. Except this time she was in the bat cave. She scratched at her inhibitor collar as she reflected on all the memories that Megan had stolen from her. No wonder Lex was after her, she was talented. Her fighting style was unmatched. With the right pressure points her opponent can lose control of their arm. A simple tap on a nerve and they’re out of the fight. Suddenly the door opened revealing Alfred holding on to a tray of cookies. A dry laugh escaped the girl before she turned her body to face away from the butler. 

“Lady Y/n-”

“Bruce will be mad at you if you’re here. He might disown you Alfie.”

Alfred closed his eyes. It pained him to see her like this. He placed the tray down and took a seat behind her. She felt his presence, but more importantly she felt a slight draft coming into her cell. 

“I’ll speak to Bruce about this. Y/n understand that you are an amazing girl. Capable of so much good in the world.”

Now y/n felt tears swell her eyes “I’m a weapon Alfred. Do you think someone dressed like this saves people? Ha! And what of that Martian girl. She gets a slap on the wrist for messing with our memories.”

Alfred was about to say something but The sound of Tim’s voice echoed in the cave. 

“Bruce said not to talk to her till he got back.”

That finally set her off. Y/n closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She was going to save Jason. Then she’ll run away. Forget this family. Forget everyone! 

Y/n quickly stood and Jammed two fingers along Alfred’s shoulders stunning the man. She then applied pressure to other parts of his back and arms successfully subduing him. Alfred fell to the floor as numbness seeped throughout his body. he looked back in shock as Y/n grabbed a cookie that had fallen and fled the cell. But she wasn’t in the clear yet. She needed to get the inhibitor color off. Tim took a stance infront of where the key cards were held.

“You’re not getting pass me Y/n”

Tim didn’t expect her to move so fast. He was able to block and evade some of her moves but as soon as she applied pressure on his calves he fell over. 

“Pressure points works wonders when your facing an opponent bigger than you Timmy.” Y/n successfully knocked the teen out. She reached for the keycard and removed the collor. In an instant her powers returned. 

“Don’t miss y/n please.”

Y/n flew to the door, looking down at the only man who showed up to all her events. Who fed her, to took care of her with all his heart. “I’m sorry Alfred. Goodbye.”

***

Y/n couldn’t believe she actually made it. Her flight was slow but by pushing her feet against the air using her strength she was able to speed as fast as she ever could. It created a popping sound with every step, greatly satisfying her.  Y/n broke into the safe house. Jason layed limp on the floor, y/n heard the sound of ticking. She frantically looked for the bomb. 

“N-no time” Jason gasped for air, he didn’t know who was there to save him but he’s sure glad they’re here.

Y/n seemingly ignored his cry and continued searching. She was good at disarming bombes. Y/n confidently pulled out the bomb and clipped the right wire successfully stopping the threat. The girl laughed, she did it. She saved her brother. Y/n flew to Jason and grabbed under his arms. “Sorry Jay. I don’t know how to carry you properly. But I disarmed the bomb so we’re good.”

Y/n felt Jason’s body relax slightly as she dragged him out the door. It was then that she heard another beeping sound. Then another. Panicked she followed them to the walls of the shed. There were more. Was the bomb a trap? 

Tick

Tok

Tik tik tok tik

“Y/n? What’s wrong.” Jason attempted to sit up but his broken bones sent pain throughout his body.”

“No. This wasn’t suppose to happen I. There’s more bombs. I can’t disarm them all. I… what.”

Y/n felt dizzy as the flush of sounds overwhelmed her again. Seemingly from every angle in the world. Jason crawled towards his younger sister. He accepted his fate but she gave him hope. Here he was thinking he was a failure. The motion happened so quick y/n cradled herself into a ball again pressing her ears together. She felt Jason enveloping her in a hug. “I got ya kid.”

*Boom*

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~

Y/n fluttered her eyes open. Snow fell from the sky. A mixture of white with black soot fell atop her nose.

Thump-thump

She heard the sound of a drum. When she tried to get up she noticed an arm over her.

Thump…. Thump.

No. It wasn’t a drum it was a heartbeat. Y/n frantically got to her knees to look down at her Brother. His mask and costume ripped. She herself felt pain along the side on her body. But no injury could amount to what she was facing.

“No… no no Jason no hang on. I’ll get help. I’ll find dad. I- I can still-“

Thump

Thump

“You- so cool-“ Jason attempted to smile. There was nothing she could do. It pained him to leave her like this. Y/n placed both of her hands on her face. Then to his chest. She can hear every pop and crackle from his broken bones. 

Thump 

…..

“Jay…. Speak to me. Please.” 

Y/n didn’t scream. She was tired of that. Jason probably wouldn’t want that. She hugged her brother as the sobs grew louder. This wasn’t suppose to happen. She was suppose to prove to everyone that she was capable of being a hero. How could she explain this to Bruce? What would Connor think?

“What have you done?”

The dark knights deep voice made y/n freeze. She looked up, she felt tiny when looking at her armored father “He… protected me. I tried to save him I… I tried to-“

“What you did is got him KILLED Y/n!”

Y/n flinched. He never raised his voice like this.

Bruce realized his mistake. He walked towards them but Y/n frantically shuffled back. Just like she did Clark. 

“You think I killed him? Ha…hahaha” 

0 hours till Y/n Wayne Broke.

Y/n pressed her hands over her eyes “where were you! WHERE ARE YOU WHEN WE NEED YOU.” She looked up to see Bruce walking away with Jason. Not looking back at her at all “You never show up. And when you do YOUR LATE.” 

Bruce turned to see y/n roll frantically on the grounds. Her laughter and pained screams haunted him.

“We’re just your solders. That’s why Dick left.” Y/n felt a different kind of pressure well up in her eyes. She looked to the sky and saw red. 

Bruce watched as y/n shot lasers out of her eyes. He closed his eyes 

“I’m sorry” he whispered. Bruce left with Jason, his priorities shifting.

Y/n heard him but she didn’t care. For a being who hears everything, that comment fell on deaf ears. For the first time she was alone. Was she free? She didn’t know. Y/n closed her eyes. She rose from the ground like a ghost and flew to the only person who’d maybe treat her fine. 

***

Lex finished his nightly skin care routine. Feeling refreshed and ready for the day. What he didn’t expect was to find Y/n floating behind him. He let out a squeal before realizing it was the clone. Her eyes shut. Outfit ripped and burned. Blood dripping from her side as impailed glass seemingly pulsaded from her.

“You said I was a weapon they feared.” She said in a low tone. 

She was broken. Lex smiled, he didn’t think it would work that fast. What must’ve happened to have this girl seek comfort from him of all people. Lex opened his arm. 

“Come child. Together we can show them.” 

Y/n slowly flew into his arms. No tears left to shed. Drifting off to sleep. 

Epilogue 

Bruce returned to the cave with Jason in his arms. His shoulders felt heavy, he’d failed his children like never before. Alfred quickly ran to his side but no words were exchanged. Bruce looked up at the butler, the pain in his eyes was severe. 

The sound of the zeta tube chimed. Connor practically ran through with Tim close behind. 

“I tried to stop him but-“

Both boys saw Jason. Connor noticed the lack of his sister. 

“Where is she? What happened?”

Tim began shaking his head as he fell to the ground. Impossible she’s half Kryptonian. Alfred frowned aswell. 

Connor clenched his fists “BRUCE! Where is my sister.” He too had time to reflect on his stolen memories, and he felt stupid. How didn’t he know she did something to them. 

“I’m sorry… she’s gone.” 

Alfred covered his mouth. Guilt began to sink in. 

“N-no… no.” Connor fell to his knees. 

On that day, Two members of the bat family were declared dead.

#dc fanfic #bruce wayne #bruce wayne x daughter!reader #connor kent #young justice #clark kent x daughter reader #jason todd #young justice fanfiction #batsis angst

[solomons-finest-rum]

Saga, I saw your post asking what your readers wish you would write for them. I have to admit that @potter-solomons got me daydreaming about a particular idea--Alfie's coat!! I need a comforting bit of fluff about this please! Maybe he covers you with his coat after you've been injured. Alternatively, you could turn it humorous and have him grumbling about you never remembering yours. It's up to you, darl! Have fun!

Thank you so so so much for all the hype, I truly appreciate it! Hope this is what you had in mind 🥰🥰🥰

As a general rule, Alfie wasn’t particularly big on the whole concept of salvation. Sure, there used to be times when he considered the option of being the hero, but as time passed he realised he’d much rather settle for the villain. The pay was certainly better and truth be told, in his current line of work “heroism” didn’t really get you anywhere. Maybe except an early grave, and that's if you’re exceptionally lucky.

At least until you came along. Then his reason went out the window and so did common sense. Ever since you graced him with your presence, he knew he’d do just about anything to keep you in his life, no matter the price.

A factory girl you were, or so he was told once he started asking around. You worked the handlooms over at Bethnal Green at Charles Moore’s warehouses, along with the other girls who in Alfie’s humble opinion would do much better staying away from men like Moore. He knew men like him all too well, you see. Men whose deeds could make a gangster turn his nose up.

Now, Alfie knew a thing or two about them East End businessmen. One thing he knew for sure that while cruel and greedy, twats like Moore weren’t exactly blessed with wits. Not a smart thing to do, Alfie thought, working with silk while mistreating his girls.

Silk, you see, liked to stay on the more unpredictable side of things, at least as far as business was concerned. Beautiful and expensive, but particularly flammable. Not a smart thing to do, one could say if one had an opinion to express on the matter–mistreating Alfie’s girl and working silk.

“Rough night, luv?” was the opening line Alfie chose when he approached you in the crowd.

As people rushed about, gasping in shock, the streets around the factory illuminated with an orange glow that would put hellfire to shame. But the roaring fires inside Moore’s factory couldn’t interest Alfie Solomons any less. He watched your gleeful smile and basked in the knowledge that he was the one who put it there.

“Mr. Solomons,” you greeted him, now a little nervous about the state of you.

You tried to cover your smile, but Alfie stopped you by putting his heavy black coat over your shoulders.

“Nah, none of that, luv, right, you know me by now.”

“Alfie.”

“See now, that's much better, innit. So... What's all the commotion about?”

You said nothing to that, only smirked in that knowing way that made Alfie fall for you all over again. That was the thing he liked about you the most. You always saw right through his schemes.

“Come, luv, I’ll drive ya home.”

You took one final look at the factory and Alfie lingered a little on the shiner under your eye. The bill had just been served to the man that caused it, though as far as Alfie was concerned, the price could have been higher.

Such was the thing with villains, he supposed. He’d gladly burn the world and everything in it, if it only meant he got to save you.

#peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders x reader #alfie solomons fanfic #alfie solomons x reader #alfie solomons imagine #tom hardy fanfic #tom hardy imagine #tom hardy x reader

[ggfj84]

"I need you to sign this," Bruce said without preamble as Dick rushed into the kitchen. Hair disheveled, jacket flapping, and tie loose, Dick was a chaotic force of nature with his soccer cleats, gym duffle, and backpack hanging off his shoulders. "Now?" "Yes." Bruce placed the paper and pen on the kitchen island as Alfred was busy with the kettle on the stove, back to them. Dick sighed dramatically like the performer he was, dropping all his accoutrements to the floor and reaching for the paper. Without reading it, he added his John Handcock on the line and grabbed a pancake from the pile on the island. "There. You happy? Now, come on! I'm going to be late for morning practice." "...Y-You don't even need to know what it is." Years later, Dick might have picked up on the subtle stuttering. He might have noticed the slight shaking in Bruce's hand as he lifted his teacup off its saucer or even caught the nervous shifting of his foster father’s eyes. But fourteen-year-old Dick Grayson just hoped he didn't have to run ten laps for being late to morning practice - again. "Yes, I'm so worried that you're taking me for everything I'm worth." Dick motioned around the large, elegant manor in which they stood. "Now come - " "Hold one moment, Master Richard," Alfred interrupted as Dick started to regather his belongings. With daft touches, Alfred tied Dick's school tie, flattened his collar, and then closed his school jacket and buttoned it properly. Then, once Alfred deemed him presentable, he added, "Please do try to keep all my hard work in order until you reach the locker room." "I can make no promises, Alfie.” He grabbed another pancake and shoved the whole thing into his mouth. “B, come on!" he mumbled. Then he was off, leaving an impeccably dressed Bruce at the kitchen island, blinking down at his half-drunk tea and the signed document. "...I'm doing the right thing, right, Alfred? I should ask him, make sure this is the right course of action." "It should be his choice, Master Bruce." Alfred brushed a wayward strand off Bruce's shoulder as he passed. "But...I'm going into space, Alfred, to a war planet. What if he says no and the shareholders decide not to honor my request?" "This is all contingent on, perish the thought, you not returning from said war planet." Alfred heaved an exaggerated sigh, not unlike Dick's earlier. "Yes, what shall a teenage boy do with only a surrogate grandfather who happens to have millions in savings? How shall he ever survive?" Bruce's glower was as piercing and bitter as Batman's, though Alfred had long become immune. "What if CPS doesn't leave him with you? What if they decide to put him back where they originally placed him?" He shook the signed paper at Alfred. "This will protect him." "B!" The slamming of the front door resounded through the quiet manor. "We. Have. To. Go. Or I'm calling Wally and skipping school all together!" "Do it, and Robin won't see the Gotham skyline for a month," Bruce returned but not unkindly. To Alfred, he said in a low voice, "It's my duty to protect him. If anything were to happen...I just need to make sure he'll be okay." He then nodded to himself, pocketed the document, and headed out of the kitchen. "Perhaps you should have thought of that before placing him in a colorful uniform and parading him in front of Gotham's most dastardly lot." "I heard that," Bruce replied in a raised voice and a half-smile, which Alfred decided to ignore.  

(I wasn’t sure if Gotham Knights #17 was still canon, and this little plot bunny just hopped into my brain.)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

#dick grayson #robin #batman #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #batfamily #batfam #ggfj84 writes #batdad #adoption series

[inkwolvesandcoffee]

Just Papa Solomons Things:

Summertime Edition

TH Masterlist

- More sex than usual. At least four times a week, unless he thinks it will impact your health too much or you are on your period.

- I’m not joking and we all know it.

- The man seems like a wolf in rut during the season.

- It’s seriously as if he has puppy fever, mumbling how you’d make the perfect mother and he wants a family with you while delirious with pleasure to a degree he usually isn’t.

- Those types of comments only leaves his lips in summer.

- Along with the effort to keep going until the condom rips if you don’t give in to his pleas to take it off first.

- Werewolf!Alfie would certainly have puppy fever. Imagine the possessive breeding sessions. I… I can’t🥵

- Now, clothes are definitely optional according to Alfie. However, whereas he usually at least keeps on a pair of knickers or jeans (if he really wants to meet you halfway) he’ll be buck-naked from the moment he comes home.

- Speaking of which, he loves coming home to you. Funnily enough, ever since you started dating, Alfie’s become a lot more domestic. It’s that he’s the breadwinner (no pun intended), but he’d be happy to be a house husband.

- Barbecues and vegan cooking galore. Barely an evening passes by whereby you two don’t treat the neighbourhood to delicious smells.

- Rum, tea, and coffee in the yard beneath the pomegranate tree until the sun sets.

- Alfie’s bought you various silk nightgowns and pieces of lingerie. Partially to keep you cool, mostly because he loves how you tend to creep out of your shell whenever you wear it.

- He loves how you’ve grown more comfortable with it, adores it how you’ve grown to love your body. Yourself.

- Beach trips on his days off, which are quite a few. Ollie will literally shoo him out of the bakery if you don’t come get him yourself without having to be prompted by a phone call. The two of you have banded together to combat The Mad Baker of Camden’s workaholic nature.

- And you know he works a lot to provide for you (and save up for a ring), but his health isn’t the best and you dread the prospect of him in a hospital bed.

- So you and Ollie literally force him to take time off.

- Alfie loves it when you put sunscreen on his back, the way you massage it into the damaged skin and help him relieve some of the constant tension his years in the army and running the bakery have left him with.

- If the weather is pleasant enough and his leg’s okay, Alfie likes to take you on day trips by motorcycle. However, if it’s going to be a long one, he’ll simply drive.

- Impromptu overnight stays if you two lose track of time on the days you do go by bike. Can’t have you falling asleep in the backseat, so a hotel it is.

- Alfie likes to make sure there’s a carafe filled with ice water in the bedroom at all times. Partially because his house can get pretty stuffy, being one of those old English houses not built to keep out the summer heat.

- Mostly to keep you hydrated after yet another round of animalistic yet intimate lovemaking.

- On the hottest of the dog days he’ll put a carafe and glass on both your bedside tables.

- If sleep doesn’t come to either of you, you’ll sit in the living room, watching Margate at night.

- Although, occasionally you join Alfie in his midnight baking ventures.

- Slow dancing in the kitchen, especially then.

- Alfie isn’t much of a dancer, but he likes to softly sway with you while you’re waiting for the oven.

- Regardless of the heat, you’ll both have one cup of hot coffee during breakfast to get a proper start on the day. However, ice coffee rules supreme for the hours thereafter.

- Alfie prefers iced vanilla latte or regular latte, having a bit of a sweet tooth. You, on the other hand, like the complete opposite: americano and cold brew.

- Nevertheless, there’s an old saying that opposites attract.

- And that he insist on paying for your caffeine boosts.

- Because he’s your man.

- And what good is a king who can’t provide for his queen?

Tag list: @liliac-dreamer @potter-solomons @buttercupsandboys @dreamlandcreations @rose-like-the-phoenix @zablife @babaohhhriley @hecatemoon87 @vir-tual @wandawiccan60 @solomons-finest-rum @mollybegger-blog

#Alfie Solomons #Alfie Solomons imagine #Peaky Blinders #Peaky Blinders Imagine

[midnightswithdearkatytspb]

MidnightsWithDearKatyTSPB’s Recommendation List: March PT. 2

Welcome to part 2 of March’s recommendation list. Down below, you can find the link to take you back to part 1 featuring Peaky Blinders, Frankie Morales from Triple Frontier, Frank Castle, and the works that I posted. I still have some specialists that I’m traveling to go see, so there might not be 32 links this time around, but we’ll have to wait and see. The goal for March is to write another chapter In This Heart and rewrite The Spark. If you are interested in having your writing challenges featured here, or your stories, or even just your blog, please feel free to tag me in your works, message me, or use the hashtag MidnightWithDearKatyTSPB. I hope you are having an amazing March and you didn’t have such a hard time springing ahead. 

☘️ March '23 Pt. 1

April '23 Pt. 1 🌸

Masterlist

37 of 44 Years (Moodboard) ... Dedication to my parents.

All For You My Daisy (Moodboard) >> Garret Hedlund, Pedro Pascal, and Tommy Shelby

Begin Again (Moodboard) >> Ted Lasso x OFC!Penny Fletcher | Moodboard made for @teds-mustache-wrangler story Begin Again.

Innocence and Sadness (Moodboard) >> Arthur Shelby ... dedicated to @cillmequick

Peaky x Lana Challenge (Moodboard) >> Alfie Solomons x Reader x Tommy Shelby | “I’ve got a black limousine and two gentlemen who escort me through these halls.” 

Two Broken Souls (Moodboard) >> Tommy Shelby x OFC!Estella Holland | “Come, Josephine in my flying machine. Going up, she goes, up she goes.”

Update//Calm Down by All Time Low (Moodboard) >> Garrett Hedlund, Luke Grimes, and Pedro Pascal

ONE-SHOTS:

As His Daughter by @sneakyblinders >> Dad!Tommy Shelby x Reader ft. Daughter!Kate Shelby - Summery: As Kate Shelby becomes an older sister yet again, she realizes she doesn't really know her father. Her mother is on a mission to change that. | You'll go through the emotions with this one, I promise. For those who need the warning, there are mentions of childbirth!

Loving Girl by @valentine-in-my-quinjet >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: You've always known you would be a better partner for Tommy. After Grace died, you had to reassess your motivations for being close to Tommy because he needed a friend more than ever before. | You will need a tissue with this one. TW: Suicide Mentioned

Make Your Heart My Home by @look-at-the-soul >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summery: Y/N hasn't had the best life. In fact, she's physically running from it into the physical arms of one Tommy Shelby, who saves her. | Read this, get a little emotional, but fall in love with its ending.

Mr. Girraffe by @teenwolf-theoriginals >> Dad!Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Florence's giraffe gets lost in Johnny Dogs camp. | The family dynamic in this is quite adorable, and I love how sweet Tommy is as well.

The Perfect Team by @runnning-outof-time >> Arthur Shelby x Reader - Summary: Arthur's ability to reason with (Y/N)'s child has them realizing that they work rather well together. | This is absolutely adorable and light-hearted, definitely recommend reading it.

'Teach You a Lesson by @celticmelody >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: you’re soon to marry Thomas Shelby, the infamous horseman amongst the gangsters in Birmingham. however, when he finds out you’ve never ridden before, he makes it a task to teach you… amongst other lessons that unravel afterwards. | If all riding lessons with Tommy were to end this way, I would take them every day as well. 🥵

When One Heart Breaks The Other, Follows by @little-diable >> Tommy Shelby x Reader | Summary: Tommy has been at war for months, and the only thing the reader can cling to is the letters he kept writing. Until the day when he no longer writes to her, when she no longer knows if he's alive or not. All until one last letter finds its way to her. | I've been emotional lately, okay? So did I need tissues when I read this? Yes! But was I smiling by the end? YES!

SERIES:

*A Different Sort of Man Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 by @evita-shelby >> Tommy Shelby x OFC!Eva, Canon!Tommy x Grace Burgess - Summary: Or where Eva plays around with magic, and Tommy wakes up in a universe where Grace is his wife. While in that universe, Tommy discovers just how different his life would have been if he had pursued the pretty witch in 71 Watery Lane. | My mother always warned me growing up to never fiddle with magic, but this just makes me want to... Only two chapters in, and it's so good. The switching of points of view is everything I could have asked for.

The Photographer // Part 13 by @midnightmagpiemama >> Modern!Tommy Shelby x Photographer!Reader - Summary: Hired to take pictures of your boyfriend's cousin's wedding, you are excited to spend the night in the presence of your boyfriend doing what you love. The night, however, doesn't go as according to plans. Or, the one where Gina and Micheal get married, Gina sits Lizzy at Tommy's table. And people have opinions on your relationship with Tommy. | Erin is such a fantastic writer, and I truly love this series. In this chapter, she just captures Tommy and Polly so beautifully.

A Royal Wedding of Small Heath Part 1 // Part 2 by @sneakyblinders >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: Tommy is getting married in what the newspaper is calling The Royal Wedding of Small Heath with the announcement of their engagement. It's fitting, as his wife is his Queen. | If I had to picture my wedding to Tommy, this is exactly how I would want it to go. I love how some parts came straight from the TV show. It was just perfect.

Welcome to Downtown, Mr. Shelby by @notyour-valentine >> Tommy Shelby x Crawley!OC - Summary: He was born on a boat, with neither of his parents sure of the date after the fact, unregistered and unlisted until he went to fight for his country. Her birth had been celebrated with the ringing of church bells, champagne toasts, and announcements in newspapers on both sides of the Atlantic. Their worlds could not have been more different, and perhaps that was why, when Thomas Shelby looked at Lady Charlotte Crawley, he saw more than her title, more than her looks- he saw an opportunity. | Enjoyed reading this and emerging myself into this little world, and look forward to what is to come for Charlotte and Tommy.

SERIES:

*Push & Pull // Chapter 4: Coming Of Age by @milkymoon2483 >> Frank Castle X Plus Size Jewish OC Hannah Friedman - Summary: You’re going back to your small town for your father’s funeral and Shiva. You know you’re about to face family drama, but what worries you the most is that you’re going to see HIM, your dad’s long-time friend and probably the most attractive man you have ever met.  When Frank finally sees you and realizes that you're all grown up, he struggles with accepting his budding feelings for you. | This chapter had me feeling so many emotions. You start with a stomach drop, then you feel so sad, and then you end it on a great high, needing a tall glass of water to cool down. Anna knows how to make you feel every emotion that the main character is going through at every moment of the chapter. That is a true talent.

Triple Frontier:

🍑 Appeteaser Benny Miller + Shower Sex by @dameronscopilo >> Benny Miller x Reader - Summary: Benny comes home after a long day and enjoys some time with his girl. | Let me just say this is really hot, and I thoroughly enjoyed it.

Here With Me by @pasukiyo >> Frankie Morales x f!reader - Summary: When your husband promises it will only be one week, your gut tells you it won't, you beg him to stay if not just for you, but for your family. (Horrible summary by me) | This starts off so sad and emotional, and it ends on a spicy note. It's perfect.

A Proposition by @dameronscopilot >> Santiago "Pope" Garcia x f!reader x Benjamin "Benny" Miller - Summary: Benny returns to Florida after six months of backpacking his way across Australia, and the surf and sun have treated him well. Very well. You can't help but notice. ...Santiago thinks that maybe it's time for the two of you to change things up in the bedroom. Because if he's going to share you with anyone, it's most certainly going to be Benjamin Miller | Is it just me, or is it really HOT in here right now? 🥵 I think I better go open the window after reading this one.

Untitled Sick!fic with Benny by @dameronscopilot >> Benny Miller x Reader - Summary: benny knows exactly what you need when you're sick—in more ways than one. | If Benny ever wants to come to take care of me like this when I'm sick, or now even, he's more than welcome.

"Wear whatever you want, I can fight." by @plaguedoctorsmistress >> Benny Miller x Reader - Summary: When your boyfriend can’t seem to do anything but whine about your outfit, Benny’s jealousy finally gets the best of him, and he takes matters into his own hand. | Benny can defend my honor any day and call me princess all he wants.

*The Wedding Party by @goodwithcheese >> Frankie Morales x f!reader - Summary: Series Summary: A combined bachelorette/bachelor party introduces you to a brown-eyed pilot. | I loved this series so much that I read it in one night on AO3 when I came across it. I'm so glad it came up on my dashboard so I could share it with you guys here. It's both fluffy and sexy!

You Again?! by @theunbearableweightofpedropascal >> Benny Miller x Reader - Summary: You keep running into the guy you had sex with in an airport bathroom. | If you looking for some good spiciness and a mixture of giggles, this one is for you.

CILLIAN MURPHY:

Chances Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, & Part 4 by @creativepawsworld >> Cillian Murphy x OFC!Paige - Summary: A single mother meets an unlikely lover after a concert. Putting herself out of her comfort zone. Can she find herself a mate for life? | The story has everything in it, fluff, a little bit of angst, and some spiciness.

Quicky by @peakyscillian >> Cillian Murphy x Fem!Reader - Summary: Cillian just can't wait. | If you are looking for something romantic, hot, and with a dash of laughter, this is it.

GERALT OF RIVIA:

Late Bloomer by @cherienymphe >> Alpha!Geralt x Omega!Reader - Summary: Geralt of Rivia saves you from more than just a werewolf attack. | Sometimes, a one-shot is so good you share it twice with your followers. I'm pretty sure I shared it when I first started doing recommendations, and I'm sharing it again.

PEDRO PASCAL CHARACTERS:

Chokehold by @psychedelic-ink >> Joel Miller x Reader x Ezra - Summary: Joel’s frustrations run deep; to him, you were a twisted source of purity; touching you forced him to think, forced him to feel. But not Ezra. With him, he could do anything. A scary yet also exhilarating feeling. Or alternatively: You wake up to Joel and Ezra having sex. | The emotions you feel while reading this are just too good for me not to share.

I Forgot About Time and Space by @psychedelic-ink >> Ezra x Fem!Reader - Summary: You cook for Ezra's guests, and seeing the sight of you being so domestic awakens something in him. | The smut in this *chef's kiss* and the plot in general. Please read this when you are alone. You'll thank me later.

*The Infinity Cube by @littlemisspascal >> Marcus Pike x Reader ft. Various Pedro Characters - Summary: When you play with a strange cube, you’re transported out of your current reality with your boyfriend Marcus into brand new ones starring alternate versions of your boyfriend who look and act entirely different every time. With each encounter, you start to wonder if you’ll ever make it back to your real universe? | Such a good use of the Multiverse and it introduced me to characters that Pedro played that I haven't yet watched. Rae does an amazing job keeping you at the edge of your seat and passing off such deep emotions. It's a must read for Pedro Pascal fans.

*Meet The Millers by @musings-of-a-rose >> Joel Miller x Benny Miller x Will Miller x f!reader - Summary: Moving into the Boston Quarantine Zone after nearly 20 years on the outside takes some adjusting. A misdirection one night guides you to the 3 men who will change the course of your life. | This series has a little bit of everything from drama to love and spiciness. There isn't much more you could ask for out of this series other than wishing for more.

When You're Reading Me by @psychedelic-ink >> Joel Miller x Reader - Summary: If you had to make a list of things Joel Miller might buy you as a gift— nipple clamps would not be a part of it. | *Internally screams* This was really hot, and I think I'll go grab a cold shower now.  

STRANGER THINGS:

The Grief of Losing Eddie Munson by @eufezco >> Steve Harrington x Reader - Summary: Best friends with Eddie Munson, the reader goes through the stages of grief of losing her best friend with her family at her side. | Someone pass me the box of tissues. This was so good. I cried through almost the whole thing.

MOODBOARDS:

My Luck by @forgottenpeakywriter >> Tommy Shelby x Reader

My Sun, My Moon and All My Stars by @zablife >> Tommy Shelby x OFC!Aurora Sabini | Lee puts together a breathtakingly beautiful moodboard for a what-if scenario in the Peaky Blinders universe. It leaves you wanting to read more and more for the couple.

Your Bread by @forgottenpeakywriter >> Alfie Solomons x Reader

Your Eyes by @forgottenpeakywriter >> Tommy Shelby x Reader

You Like That by @dearshelby >> Tommy Shelby x Reader | Tall glass of cold water to cool down, please!

@psychedelic-ink - SIL, is such an amazing writer, writing most recently for Pedro Pascal's characters and sharing her amazing works with us here. Her masterlist includes more than just Pedro's characters, having written for the MCU and Oscar Isaac, to name a couple. I love the emotions you feel through every piece of writing she puts out, and I have yet to find a piece I don't like. I think you'll find you like or perhaps love her writing just as much as I do.

@shelbydelrey - Isa is a Peaky Blinder writer whose work I enjoy reading and love seeing the moodboards she puts out as well. I would definitely give Isa a follow because she brings positivity to your dashboard with her reviews and welcoming spirit.

#fanfiction recommendation #ktk recommends #ktk rec #midnightswithdearkatytspb #alfie solomons x reader x tommy shelby #alfie solomons #tommy shelby #alfie solomons x reader #benjamin miller x reader #benny miller #frankie morales #frankie morales x reader #tommy shelby x reader #thomas shelby x reader #peaky blinders #cillian murphy #cillian murphy x ofc #ted lasso x ofc #ted lasso #arthur shelby #arthur shelby x reader #alpha geralt of rivia #geralt of rivia x reader #grace burgess #tommy shelby x grace burgess #tommy shelby x eva smith shelby #pedro pacal #joel miller x reader x ezra #joel miller x reader #joel miller x ezra

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TW: Violence, Guns, & Blood. Proceed with caution!

Brindleton Square, Brindleton (11:30am)

Reporter: Good morning Windasia! I am currently in Brindleton Square to bring you live updates on today’s National Day celebration.

Reporter: As you can see from the crowds behind me, everyone across the country has once again come down to Brindleton Square to celebrate one of the country’s historic events since it first came to be.

Reporter: This year’s celebration is a lot more special as we have the royal family of Great Brixton join us for the big event. Now arriving to the venue is Her Majesty Queen Mary and His Royal Highness Prince Consort Edward.

Reporter: Queen Mary arrived shortly after Her Majesty the Queen followed by Their royal highnesses Crown Princess Clementine and Prince Carlisle.

Reporter: As the royal family arrives, all eyes are now mainly on our Crown Prince and his fiancée who will be tying the knot at St. Frances Cathedral next week. Their wedding will be the most anticipated event since the wedding of Prince Emery and Princess Belle.

Reporter: As per usual, the Queen will be hosting a banquet tonight at the palace and the invitations has been sent out a week ago. Sources say that only fifty invites were sent out this year. Stay tuned for more updates to come.

The Wind Palace, Ahtolia (7:45pm)

Edward: Has Sofia said anything yet?

Mary: Not really. I tried to talk to her at the event this morning but she said we’ll talk tonight after the banquet.

Edward: Do you think she’s going to call the wedding off?

Mary: I don’t know. She wouldn’t, would she? The wedding is next week.

Edward: Let’s just hope for the best and pray that she won’t change her mind.

Mary: *sighs* I hope so.

♫ Music plays in the background ♫

Indirah: Hey, what’s wrong? Are you sick?

Alfie: I’m fine. I need to get away from here for a sec. I’ll be at the balcony.

Indirah: Okay. Don’t be gone too long.

Indirah:...

Catalina: Where is he going? Is he okay?

Indirah: Oh, hey Lina. He said he’s fine. He’s just going to go and get some air.

Catalina: I see...

Indirah: Are you okay? You seemed restless.

Catalina: I’m fine. Just a bit tired from today.

Indirah: Hmm...maybe you can join Alfie? He’s going to the balcony.

Catalina: I don’t want to bother him.

Indirah: Don’t be silly. Just go. Maybe you can finally get to talk to him. Isn’t that what you want?

*door opens and closes*

Alfie: I’m sorry, but you can’t be here. This is a private area.

???: You...this is all because of you.

Alfie: Excuse me?

Keira: I lost everything because of you.

Alfie: Lady, are you drunk? I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Alfie: Look...I don’t know what you’re trying to do now but I’m sure we can talk this out. So please, put that knife away.

Keira: *screams* Die!

Keira: I regret saving you that day. I should’ve just let them kill you!

Alfie: *groans* You’re crazy! Get off me!

Keira: I should’ve never saved you. You should’ve died!

Alfie: What the fuck are you talking about?

Alfie: Let...go!

Alfie: *hisses* Fuck that hurts.

*door opens and closes*

Catalina: Oh my god, Alfie!

Alfie: Lina? What are you doing here?

Catalina: I was looking for you. What happened? Why are you bleeding?

Alfie: *groans* I’ll explain later, we need to go.

Alfie: *hisses* Urgh, it hurts...

Catalina: *gasps* Alfie!

Keira: Shit!

*door opens and closes*

Akmal: What are you doing?! Alana, get her!

Keira (in the background): Let go of me! Let go!

Alfie: *groans* Are you okay?

Catalina: I-I think so? My back hurts a lot but—Are you okay?

Alfie: Yeah, I’m okay.

Akmal: Is everything alright, sir? We heard gunshots and saw this lady trying to run away.

Alfie: Take her away. She attacked me just now. And call the police and medic too while you’re at it.

Akmal: Yes, sir.

*door opens and closes*

Alfie: Hey, you okay?

Catalina: A-Alfie...

Alfie: Lina? No, no! Oh my god! Help!

Alfie: No, don’t leave me. Wake up...please.

#tw guns #tw blood #tw violence #sims story #sims storytelling #ts4 story #sims 4 story #ts4 storytelling #sims 4 storytelling #ts4 royal #ts4 legacy #ts4 #ts4 edit #ts4 roleplay #ts4 screenshots #ts4 simblr #WRTStory #WRT: Part 3 #WRTCollab: Alfina #Story Arc: One Step Closer #WRTCollab #Sim: Alfie #Sim: Catalina #Sim: Darien #Sim: Sofia #Sim: Indirah #Sim: Hugo

[mlmxreader]

Walk Away | Alfie Solomons x m!reader

『••✎••』

↳ ❝ “You fucking stay there” + “Love shouldn’t be something we have to hide”

[Maybe Alfie and partner have a fight about something in line with the business. Alfie continues on to conduct the dangerous work without them, but they end up there anyway because if he's stubborn, his partner is just as much if not more so] ❞

: ̗̀➛ You have never given up on Alfie, even when everything seems wrong and everything is awful, you have never given up on him - you are his only constant, if only because you're too stubborn to let him do it alone.

: ̗̀➛ swearing, smoking

•───────────────★•♛•★──────────────•

You and Alfie were far from happy with one another, scowling looks and short huffs, avoiding each other and every and any opportunity; it wasn’t always like that, though, even just half a day ago, things were absolutely fine and you and Alfie were just like any other couple in the world.

But then Luca Changretta came along, and you were far from pleased; the Italian-American gangster swinging his weight around everywhere and trying to play Alfie for a fool. You despised him and everything he stood for, even if he was far from Tommy Shelby in terms of being an absolute cunt.

But, as Alfie’s business partner, you made it known that you disapproved and that you thought getting into business with Changretta would mean death; Alfie refused, though, which was how the fight started.

He never raised a hand to you, never could or would, but shouting was a different matter; he could scream and shout at you just like you could scream and shout at him in return.

Everyone who worked for the pair of you knew better than to get in the way, scurrying off and scrambling away like rats aboard a sinking ship, desperate to find something to cling to; you couldn’t really say that you were surprised, though, you and Alfie were a forced to be reckoned with at the best of times.

But you could never give up on him, you could never bring yourself to be away from him for very long. Even if he was a fucking idiot. 

So you sat there, smoking a cigarette and leaning against the window as you scowled and folded your arms across your chest; the Italian squirmed, sparing an uneasy look at you.

“Call your dog off, Solomons.”

Alfie shook his head, glancing at you. “We’re not on speaking terms.”

Changretta’s mouth fell open as he gawked at him. “You’re not on speaking terms with your own right hand?”

Alfie shrugged, leaning back in his chair. “My lieutenant has a mind of his own, I can’t fuckin’ do shit - once he’s got a scent, he ain’t gonna fuckin’ drop it.”

You glared at him, sneering as you exposed a few of your teeth; Alfie shot you a look back, and Changretta shifted uneasily in his seat. Clearing his throat, Alfie slid a stack of papers towards Changretta.

“My agreements,” he started, “and conditions. If you cock up, because you lot always fuckin’ do, I want no part in it.”

Changretta’s hand shook as he reached for the paper, flinching when you moved and planted your hand on the stack, hunched over and glaring at him; he swallowed thickly, looking between you and Alfie and knowing that the latter would not do anything to call off his dog.

“You fucking stay there,” you growled. “Do not fucking move.”

“Why don’t you step outside?” Alfie asked Changretta. “I need a word with my right hand.”

Changretta was all too happy to do so, nearly bolting out of the office; Alfie glared at you, snatching your wrist in his hand as he stood up and squared up to you, his voice low and harsh.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Saving your fucking arse,” you replied with as much malice as you could muster. “Do you seriously think he’s gonna keep to his fucking word? Do you not think he’ll fucking kill you the second he gets the chance?”

He clenched his jaw, dropping your wrist so he could run his hand down his face, shaking his head. “We’ve spoken about this already. Don’t keep fuckin’ tellin’ me that-”

“That it’s fucking dangerous to go out tonight with that cunt?” You hissed. “Tough shit, Alf. Whether you like it or not, I’m not gonna fucking stop telling you - it’s dangerous.”

He grumbled, but he should have known better; as stubborn as he was, you could often be worse. He wouldn’t budge for any man, but you wouldn’t budge for anything, not even the end of the world.

He knew that you made him look… well, you made him look like there wasn’t a stubborn bone in his body.

“If you don’t like it,” he growled. “There’s the fuckin’ door. You’re more than welcome t’leave this un out.”

You scoffed, raising your hand and gently laying it on his cheek. “You’re a fucking bastard when you wanna be, Alf. You know that, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“You best be careful,” you warned him. “Because I’m not gonna be there to save your arse this time.”

He watched, sighing heavily as you turned and walked away; he clenched his jaw again, swallowing thickly as he tried to steady his nerves. It was the first time you had ever walked out on him, the first time you had ever refused to be at his side for anything; even when you were in the trenches together, you never left him like that.

You never walked away.

When the deadly mists blew harshly across No Man’s Land, you always fixed his gas mask before your own, knowing the risks. But now you walked away, and if he was honest, he wasn’t quite sure if he knew what to do about it. Still, he brought Changretta back into his office, and he finalised the plans for the night.

Guns of all kinds were strewn across the table along with knives, fire bottles and a few explosives; Alfie looked at them, and almost laughed. It looked like the Major’s table back in France, only this time, there were no bayonets.

Changretta and his men were talking across the room, going over the final plans and ensuring that everyone knew what they were doing, when the door opened. Alfie looked up, and slowly crossed over to the door.

He was quick to pin you against it, his hands either side of your head as he swallowed thickly.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

You put your hands on his chest, tugging at his shirt slightly. “Making sure you don’t get killed.”

Alfie sighed, his breath shaky as he dropped his head, pressing his face against the side of your neck as he dropped his voice to little more than a mumble. “You’re gonna get yourself fuckin’ killed.”

“A life for a life,” you muttered, trying not to smile when he gently kissed your neck. “You saved me in the Devil’s Wood. I’m saving you now.”

He scoffed, his hands trailing down to your sides as he grumbled softly. “I thought you weren’t gonna save me.”

“I had a change of heart,” you grumbled back, gently pushing him away so you could look into his eyes. “You once told me that love shouldn’t be something we have to hide - so I’m not hiding it.”

Gently taking your hand in his own, Alfie turned to look at the others. “You sure you’re willin’ to fuckin’ do this?”

“No,” you shook your head. “But I can’t let you get yourself killed without me.” 

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Peaky Blinders with a SO who’s a time traveler (from the future)

🌕Tommy

🌕One moment Tommy’s standing at the edge of the cut, smoking a cigarette, the next he watches as you materialize out of thin air right above the water.

🌕Of course he can’t just let someone drown regardless of whatever witchcraft he just witnessed, so he dives in and fishes you out.

🌕The thing he notices first is how fucking oddly you are dressed. Colors and patterns on fabrics he’s never seen before. If you have dyed hair, that’s another thing that has him speechless, how did you get your hair that color?

🌕Obviously he’s going to be demanding answers, probably with a gun drawn. If you manage to survive that initial encounter, Tommy will be glued to you from there.

🌕He has so many questions and he’s always fairly rude when he asks them. But, late at night maybe after he’s had a few too many drinks, he’ll soften up and ask you earnestly, “What is the future like?”

🌕There are a million and one things you could tell him about, most of them horrible, but you look at this man who’s been weighed down by the world and you tell him about the best parts. His eyes brighten at your words, at tales of fast cars and accepting societies and cured diseases. You give him hope that he didn’t have before, that maybe everything really will end up okay in the end.

🌕That’s how he falls in love with you.

🌹Alfie

🌹Alfie is adaptable to most situations. It’s what made him a good captain in the war. However, he admits he struggles when some person dressed so fucking oddly shows up in house saying it’s theirs.

🌹He manages to not shoot you, surprisingly, and once he’s got you sat down he starts getting the full story.

🌹He’ll demand proof, of course, because anyone can just sew weird ass clothes and claim they’re from the future, but surely there’s something that you can show him.

🌹Luckily you have your phone with you and Alfie is both mesmerized and horrified by it.

🌹“You’re telling me, yeah, that that little glass brick lets you talk to anyone in the world?”

🌹I think he’d be very delighted by the photos you’ve taken, though. Snapshots of parties with friends, selfies with your parents, beautiful pictures of your dog; all these things would almost make him tear up.

🌹He wouldn’t want to know anything else about the future, though. “Don’t want to mess nothing up by knowing.”

🌹If you were stuck there, he’d let you stay with him and he’d do his best to guide you in this time period that you don’t belong in.

🌹He might get frustrated sometimes, “It’s not like where you’re from, treacle! You’re not there anymore!” But he’d never abandon you.

⚡️Michael

⚡️You we’re hopeful that it was all a dream or that you would return to your own time. But after a few weeks it becomes clear you won’t be going back.

⚡️So you started looking for work. That’s how you meet Michael. He’s looking for a secretary to offload some of his work onto.

⚡️Despite being in the past for a few weeks, you’re still not very good at blending in and he can tell right away something’s off about you.

⚡️Maybe that’s what makes him so attracted to you, that you just aren’t like other people.

⚡️Eventually you tell him the truth about your whole harrowing journey. He might struggle to believe you, but he’ll stand by you regardless and when you mourn the life you once had, he’ll be there to comfort you.

💥Arthur

💥He is making his way home from the Garrison when he sees some asshole attacking you in an alleyway.

💥He saves you, this scared, confused and oddly dressed stranger. He takes pity on you (especially when you start crying) and he takes you home.

💥He’s not much interested in where you came from, just that you’re here now. He’s absolutely smitten with you.

💥If you do tell him you’re from the future, he’ll struggle to understand (as in the concept of time travel is just so beyond him and what he understands) But he’d never doubt a word.

���John

🌞He got arrested for something or another and as he’s bailing himself out, he sees you being brought in.

🌞You’d just appeared in a time that wasn’t your own and were immediately arrested for being indecently dressed.

🌞He’s delighted by your outfit (and a bit turned on if we’re being honest) and he decides to bail you out.

🌞The connect between you two is instant and magical. You talk and swear like no one he’s ever known before and he can’t get enough.

🌞You’re what he’s always been looking for and something he didn’t know he needed.

🌞The time travel thing will throw him for a loop (and he might not believe you) but your strange story won’t matter, you’ll be his forever.

#peaky blinders imagines #peaky blinders #tommy shelby imagines #Tommy Shelby #alfie solomons imagines #Alfie Solomons #john shelby imagines #john shelby #arthur shelby imagines #arthur shelby #michael gray imagines #michael gray

[theycallme-thejackal]

[ I’m giffing “Someday” and this popped into my brain. ]

“Shit,” Midge mutters to herself.

She puts the change into the payphone and dials the operator, hoping his number is still the same. As it rings and rings, she worries he’s moved or isn’t home, but then, “Hello?”

She sighs. “It’s me. Midge.”

There’s a pause, and she thinks he’s hung up for a moment, but then he says, “It’s been a while.”

“Yeah,” she breathes. “I, um...I know you’re mad at me, and you have no reason to help me - ”

“What precinct?”

“No, it’s not that,” she replies. “It’s...I had a gig tonight, and the booker is refusing to pay me because I was thirty seconds late, and Susie couldn’t come because she had to go to Alfie’s show tonight - ”

“What club?”

She gives him the address, and ten minutes later he’s walking into the club, cigarette in hand. “Thank you,” she tells him. “I swear, Lenny, I’ll never ask you for anything ever again.”

He smirks a little, a joke clearly on the tip of his tongue. Even though she hasn’t seen him in months, she knows exactly what he’s thinking because she remembers the last thing she asked him for. While they were tangled in blue sheets and each other as his talented fingers slipped between them and she whispered please, Lenny.

She hopes the darkness of the club does a good job of hiding the flush on her cheeks.

He looks around, spots the booker, who looks stunned by his presence, and he turns back to her. “Go get him.”

“I - what?” She asks, furrowing her brow.

“I’m not always going to be around to rescue you from the storm,” he explains. “So woman up and go get your money.” He takes a drag of his cigarette.

She opens and closes her mouth, feeling quite a bit like a fish before saying, “I already tried. He said, you were late, so I don’t owe you shit.”

“Did you perform?”

“Yes.”

“Did you make ‘em laugh?”

“I...” She takes a deep breath and then lifts her chin, already feeling more confident. “I fucking killed.”

“Of course you did. So...” He dips his head and leans toward her. “Go get your fucking money.”

She grins at him and nods as he smiles back. Straightening he shoulders, she strides across the room, approaching Dale, and holds out her hand. “I’ll take my money now, please.”

Dale looks at her, a little flustered by her companion still standing at the bar, and then he eyes her with disdain. “You were late.”

“I was thirty seconds late because your bouncer didn’t believe me when I told him I was one of the comics because you failed to put my name on the list of talent for the evening,” she reminds him. “Now. You can either pay me or I can sit at the bar and proceed to heckle the remaining comics who are half as good as I am until you have no patrons left. It’s up to you.”

Dale clenches his jaw and then turns to head to the office. Midge looks over to the bar, where Lenny has a drink in his hand and lifts it in cheers. She gives him a proud grin before looking back toward the office.

The booker comes out a moment later with an envelope, and after she counts the money, she nods. “Thank you,” she tells him primly.

“Don’t expect another call from us,” he sneers.

“Don’t expect another laugh tonight,” she retorts. “I saw the lineup and these guys are staler than that 1952 haircut you’re sporting,” she tells him before turning on her heels and returning to the bar.

Lenny stands there, leaning on the counter and smirking at her. She takes a deep breath and sighs, “Why did you come? You could’ve just given me that pep talk over the phone. Saved you a trip.”

"And miss you in this outfit?” He asks, looking down at what she now remembers is a very blue dress.

“Well...thank you,” she tells him, slipping her envelope into her purse. “Really, Lenny.”

“Well, you did once bring me your umbrella. I thought it was time I return the favor.” His smirk softens then as he says, “I’m not mad at you, Midge.”

“You seemed pretty mad,” she points out, tilting her head at him.

“I was frustrated,” he explains before conceding, “And maybe a little mad, but that’s passed. Especially if you’re working again.”

“I am,” she promises. “So much. It’s not...it’s not opening for Tony Bennett,” she explains. “But it’s work.”

He nods. “Good. You’re too good to be hiding.”

Midge smiles. “Thank you.”

“Now,” he says, tapping the bar with his fingers. “Do you have to rush home, or can I buy you a drink?”

“As long as it’s not here,” she replies.

“Sweetheart, I don’t even plan on paying for my drink,” he tells her before taking her hand and tugging her toward the door, leading her into the night as she laughs.

#midgelenny #midge x lenny #midgexlenny #tmmm fanfic #marvelous mrs. maisel fanfic #otp: more important than god #jackal fics

[stirringwinds]

Hopefully I'm not straying too far into crack territory, but how did Artie and Alfie react during the British invasion in the 1960s? With the Beatles, the Rolling Stones, etc.?

“Say it, poppet. You know you think it.” 

“You’re drunk off your ass—but call me poppet again and I’m shoving you off this bridge into the Hudson, Lord Father,” Alfred hisses. He glances around hurriedly, as though afraid someone had heard the usage of his childhood nickname. “And no, I won’t. You’re not fucking cool. It’s impossible for you to be cool. You’re stuffed auks, creepy Victorian-era taxidermy cases full of hummingbirds, floral chintz and mothballs. You don’t have a cool bone in your body.”

Arthur stares at his eldest son magnanimously. How tall the wretch was now! He never quite got used to it, even after all this time. The lights of New York City swayed fluidly. “Suit yourself, lad. Protest all you want, but the sold out tickets speak for themselves—”

Alfred rolls his eyes, looking every bit like the irate bald eagle that Arthur’d seen being extracted carefully from where it’d accidentally been caught on some construction rigging in 1910. “I never thought you were cool, old fart. Not the fucking slightest bit. And don't forget that all of this inspiration came from my musicians—without the likes of Chuck Berry, Aretha Franklin or Carl Perkins, you'd still be warbling God Save the Queen and playing medieval canticles because your withered ear drums don’t know better—”

“Ah, my dear boy! The sapphire atop the imperial state crown, always the beloved wretch of my eye!” Arthur smiles with inebriated patience. His whisky sloshes dangerously over the rim of his paper cup. “I do not deny that indeed— but how obstinate and silly you are! Would it kill you to admit that your dear father still has it in him to take in new strains of appreciation and inspiration? Of course, I rather enjoy the refreshing inventiveness of your music—now that your musicians have rather more imagination than simply cribbing from my insults to compose Yankee Doodle. It is quite alright for you to admit you rather enjoy the Beatles!” 

“Maybe a tiny bit,” Alfred mutters. It was evident this admission caused him immense pain. It was no small feat, ceding any favour from his own musicians to the likes of Arthur’s, and Arthur appreciated this level of honesty from Alfred, small and constipated as it was. 

“There, you see how easy it is! It is touching, almost, I would say.” Arthur felt deeply moved by his earlier oration. He toasted his half-finished whisky to Alfred’s non-existent drink, claps his son on the back amicably. “A token of our improved relationship in these years, wouldn’t you say, lad!” 

#shitpost #hetalia #hws england #hws america #my writing

[whentommymetalfie]

hey, your fics on ao3 are actually saving my life rn. i’m not doing amazingly atm and reading your “breathe again” and “home to you” fics about tommy struggling with mental health (admittedly in a slightly different way to me) is somehow making it all so much easier to cope with.

i’m so in love with the dynamic of alfie being completely head over heels for tommy, despite tommy feeling utterly broken and despising everything about himself - it really does give me hope that perhaps i’m not entirely hopeless and unlovable either, even if sometimes i’m about as mentally stable as tommy is.

but yeah, idk - i don’t think any of that made a lot of sense, but i just wanted you to know what a positive impact your writing has had upon me.

and seriously, fucking wow- you’re absolutely amazing at writing - i have never read better, more in-character tommy and alfie fics. the way you create the angst and attraction between them is just everything to me and i hope you keep writing this pairing forever!

also, i was wondering - how long did it take you to learn to write like this? did you study creative writing formally or are you self taught (if you don’t mind me asking)? your use of words is just mesmerising and i’d love to think that one day i could be able to write as beautifully as you do.

anyway, thank you for all that you have done for the tommy/alfie community. seriously, you should see the indirects you get on twitter (you’re like the ceo of this ship at this point)

Firstly: This was an absolutely wonderful message to receive, and made my whole week. Secondly: this reply is long so my apologies in advance! 

You make complete sense. And, not to get way to personal here, but I think it’s a very human and common feeling to be afraid that we’re unlovable when we’re at our lowest points and probably need it the most ❤️ One of the reasons I write is because it’s an escape and a comfort (and well, a huge struggle, but in the end the positives outweigh the negatives). And knowing someone else finds that through reading my fics is the biggest compliment I could ever receive, and reminds me why I do always slog through the more challenging parts of writing to finish things and put them out there for people to read.

Thank you for your kind words ❤️ I suppose I feel that my characterization isn’t spot on, but I’ve aimed for one that feels ’true’ within the setting and circumstances of the story, if that makes sense, and I’m so happy you like it. I’m wholly unable to cope with this incredible praise, but at least I can answer your question: I don’t have any formal education in creative writing. But I’ve always enjoyed reading and writing -though I mostly read in my native language (Swedish), I do try to define what I enjoy about my favorite writers’ works, and while I’m not skilled enough to always put that knowledge to use, I’d like to think that it’s helped me in some ways. As for how long it took me to learn how to write (though I definitely feel like I’m fumbling around in the dark from time to time and like I’ve learned nothing) I wrote and posted my first fanfic in English when I was 17 (a true blood fanfic I haven’t re-read since, and probably wouldn’t like to), wrote some more stuff that I never posted, and then began writing PB fic… six years ago or something? I’m 29 now, so I suppose you could say that I’ve got a few years of writing under my belt now. But I’d say that I’ve improved the most over those last PB years, simply because I’ve written so much over that period of time. And the more I write, the more critical my eye has become. And I still feel like I’m learning more every time I sit down to write. 

And I fully believe anyone can learn to write, especially in a setting like fanfic, because I’ve always felt it’s a very encouraging and ’free’ environment. At least that’s been the case in the corner I’ve been in. There’s always someone out there who’ll enjoy what you put out there. And I know it’s cliché, but the key really is to just keep at it, so a huge dose of enthusiasm and self indulgence is important. I’ve got heaps of stuff that I’ve written and never posted, just because I’ve had an idea I wanted to explore. And I’ve made my peace with the fact that I’ll never be quite as skilled at writing in English as in Swedish, and won’t always find the perfect words, because as long as I write something that excites me in some way, I know there’ll be at least one other person out there who’ll enjoy it too. I try to just make it as good as I can with the tools I’ve got. 

Again, thank you ❤️ ❤️ ❤️  I don’t know what else to say, but please know I’ll be back to re-read this message many times. And I hope you’ll be happy to hear there’s a new chapter coming tomorrow -please consider it a thank you gift! 

PS I’m not on twitter so I don’t know what goes on over there but now I’m dying because I need to see 👀 the indirects 👀 What are they saying?? 👀 the curiosity is killing me! 

#behold: a novel #asks #answered #anon #again: no tagging system #but I need to be able to find this again #this made me so happy you have no idea

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Not One of Many - An Alfie Solomons/Beth Drake (OC) Story.

Because I’m so bloody excited to share this, here, have the prologue! Depending on how much I get written over the next few days, I could possibly be ready to begin posting next week, so watch this space! Story is set in AU for Alfie, modern day as well, so if you’re more of a period purist, you may want to give it a miss. 

Tag list - In the comments

Words - 1,830

Warnings - 18+ for later chapters. Minors DNI!

Prologue

“I invited you here as a courtesy, rather than emailing or choosing to call. You know that I usually enjoy including your work within the publication, such should go without saying, but I’m afraid this is sub-par compared to previous sterling standards, Beth. It lacks that witty vibrance which I normally see in your articles. The entire piece was mawkish, yet your descriptions were the furthest thing from visceral. You are not convincing me that you have any kind of eager or earnest interest in the subject, therefore you shall fail to rouse such in the reader.  

“It was all fluff, but I didn’t feel any kind of conviction behind your stance on the matter. I felt like you were attempting to convince yourself of your own choices relating to the subject matter, fool yourself, even. It was almost as if you were overcompensating because of regret. It came off as cloy. I’m sorry, but I am not going to include it in this issue.”

Sitting in a plush, beige chair in front of the desk of Madeline Arlington-Smith, editor-in-chief of the bi-monthly London Life and Style Magazine, Beth experienced the unpleasant sensation of her stomach turning over. Suddenly, she felt as if she were back in school, having her English homework critiqued by the equally formidable Mrs Davies, with her booming tones and a bright red pen for aggressively scribbled corrections. Madeline lacked the red pen, though.  

“I see. Could you at least give me some time so I might make a few alterations?” she asked tentatively, her confidence steamrollered by Madeline’s biting tone.

“No. The piece is beyond saving and we go to print in two days’ time. If you manage to produce something better, a piece worth reading within the next six weeks, though, send it my way. If, however, it is as dreadful as what you emailed to me yesterday morning, do not expect for me to leave the door open for your continued relationship with the magazine. I am not in the habit of publishing such saccharine bullshit.  

“You should go away now, lick your wounds, pull your head out of whichever cloud it has become lost within in even thinking that piece would be considered, and come back brighter to me. You are an incredibly talented journalist. Show that. Good evening, Beth.”

Nodding, she rose from her seat, Madeline’s words truly making her feel as if she’d just been mauled by a large, antagonised cobra. She now saw exactly why the famed and feared editor earned the nickname of the viper within the publishing world. Saccharine bullshit. Ouch.  

“I need a bloody drink.” she muttered, striding towards the elevator, her smart pencil dress and blazer now feeling somewhat stifling rather than comfortably hugging. Of course, dealing with her articles being rejected was something that Beth was long used to, working as a journalist, and a freelance one at that. It was, however, the first time she had faced the wrath of Madeline, an editor she usually had a very good rapport with. Not today, though.  

As the elevator descended, so further did her mood, replaying all of the remarks Madeline had made over her piece detailing the plight of women who chose to remain childless in the face of society’s demands and pressures that they put their wombs to the use nature intended. Beth took that personally, for at twenty-nine, she still preferred tending lovingly to her career rather than the idea of settling down to raise a family.  

“How could I be mawkish, yet unconvincing? Trying to convince myself, too?” Watching the lit-up circles of each floor tick down one by one on the panel, she chewed her cheek in frustration, cursing that she’d used her last piece of gum prior to her meeting. Clicking her heel repeatedly off the tiled elevator floor, she was a picture of wound-up frustration, those same Louboutin heels striking the polished marble of the foyer floor with aggressive little clacks as she strode upon it after the doors had opened with a silky glide, Beth exiting the building, glad of the fresh air hitting her face. Well, as fresh as it could be for London.

A drink. Such would of course be facilitated by a bar, but not spending an enormous amount of time in Chelsea, an area much too far out of her price range to frequent, it took her a few moments to navigate her way. Looking up the street through the rush hour traffic, she saw a large venue on the corner, deciding that Midland Bar would be her chosen venue to commence her tipping wine down her throat until her senses were suitably dulled.  

Upon arriving inside, though, she saw that perhaps Midland Bar was as much out of her price range as the rest of the area in which it was situated, Beth feeling most definitely like a fish out of water. True, her clothes might have been designer, taking into consideration the aforementioned Louboutin's on her feet and the Tom Ford dress she wore, but they were from two seasons’ past (also picked up from designer discount site HEWI) and put beneath a blazer from Topshop, teamed with an Osprey bag from TK Maxx. She almost always purchased designer pieces on a budget.  

“Cabernet Sauvignon, please,” she requested at the bar, the smiling girl with the immaculate ringlets nodding.

“Small or large, madam?”

“Bottle.” After having both her journalism insulted and her personal beliefs called into question, more than a mere singular glass was in order. She would regret such a decision when the price was displayed across the register, that particular bottle costing as much as she would usually spend on a nice, three course dinner. Tonight, wine would be her sustenance, it seemed. She had a full fridge at home, though, should she be feeling peckish later on.  

Looking around, she surveyed her surroundings while sipping her wine, which after the first mouthful she deduced was definitely worth the hefty price tag. Wandering over to the end of the bar, she looked at a framed picture of the establishment in days gone by, the photograph depicting how it had stood back in the 1940’s, when it had been the old Midland Bank. Her curiosity sated, she moved back to her place and continued to people watch.

The clientele were mostly business types, all Armani suits and Tag Heur watches, the smell of luxurious cologne and perfume filtering through the air as the patrons chatted about overseas business trips and brokering deals for eye watering sums of money, Beth drinking in the atmosphere as she sipped her wine and checked her phone.  

After wading through the usual slew of twenty percent off your next order emails and Instagram notifications, she placed it back and continued with her people watching, her eye caught by three women sitting at a table within the slightly elevated section, surrounded by luxury shopping bags.  

They were the very embodiment of the quintessential, glamorous London gal pals, all chatting and sipping what looked to be champagne (it was doubtful that Midland Bar stocked prosecco) their hands adorned with beautiful jewellery. The striking brunette wore the coveted Cartier panther ring, which Beth knew from checking online carried a price tag of thirty-six thousand pounds. It was a little gaudy for her tastes, but while browsing the site on a wistful ‘if I had the money, this is what I would purchase’ exercise, she had noticed the cost.

There they were, three wealthy women without a care in the world as they drank what was revealed to be Dom Perignon, when the redhead lifted the bottle from the ice bucket and topped up their glasses, and there she was, wondering how she would make next month’s rent after Madeline’s cruel evisceration of her most recent submission. Yes, the £67.95 bottle of wine was definitely not the most appropriately of timed purchases.

She would relish in every sip of her last extravagant expenditure until financial conditions improved, turning back to the bar and pouring out a second glass.  

“Pardon me, my darlin’,” she then heard from behind her, a hand placed gently to the small of her back as a man stepped past her, moving down the bar until he stopped in front of the girl who had served her. “Kerry, my little flower. How are ya?” he spoke warmly, outstretching his hand and wriggling his fingers in gesture for hers. She obliged, the handsome man in the deep blue, three-piece suit taking it and bestowing a kiss.  

“I’m good thanks, Alfie. How are you?” she smiled in reply, continuing to supervise the steady stream of Guinness into a pint glass.

“That’s what I like to hear! As for me, never better, treacle. Never better. The usual at my table when you’ve got a moment, love.” With a wink that would make the most glacial of women melt, he turned on his heel and strode across the bar, arriving at the table with the three women Beth had previously been quietly envying. The tall brunette rose from her seat to greet him, his hands sliding around her waist as he kissed her deeply, yet fleetingly, leaning down to the redhead, and greeting her much the same... and then the blonde as well.  

“Blimey, he’s either very friendly or very popular,” Beth muttered, just loud enough for her thoughts to be overheard.  

“I take it you’ve never been here before then, no?” Kerry the barmaid asked behind her as she filled an ice bucket, Beth a tad bashful to have been heard.  

“I haven’t, no. What’s the story there?” she asked, leaning back over her shoulder as she watched him sit down with the women.

Kerry continued with her scooping of ice, as entertained as ever by the reaction of someone who hadn’t a clue over the scene they’d just witnessed. “That’s Alfie Solomons, he owns this place as well as many others, and those women with him are his girlfriends.”  

“Girlfriends?” Beth inquired, putting extra emphasis on the pluralisation.

“Yep, he dates multiple women at once. Amira, the brunette, she’s his long stay, been with him for about three years. Talia, the redhead, around a year and Mimi, the blonde, about five months, or thereabouts. It’s hard to keep track.”

Beth raised her eyebrows, trailing the rim of her wine glass with her fingernail. “Nice work if you can get it.”  

Kerry laughed, dunking the bottle of Dom in amongst the ice before picking up a tumbler, adding a few cubes and siphoning in soda water. “Oh yeah. He's the talk of Chelsea, that man.” She filled the tray with three fresh flutes, placing the soda water and bucket atop it before excusing herself, heading over to the table in question.  

“The talk of Chelsea.” Beth mused, sipping her wine. Madeline might have disagreed at that very moment in time, but she knew a good article when one presented itself.  

A/N - Now, here’s the really, really important part. Did you enjoy it? If so, please don’t just redundantly click that heart. Reblog it. Also, I love to engage with my readers, so a little comment would not go amiss either! Talk to me, I’m ever so friendly :) Doesn’t have to be long, just reach out. I’m all about building community here and there is nothing more lovely than readers and writers supporting one another!

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