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Y'all I'm gonna be so for real I'm struggling with the Much Ado AU

The first one would probably be posted all as one post, the other two might have to be split into parts bc the play is pretty long.

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Win Win

Alfie Solomons x autistic!gn!reader

Warnings: none other than this was written on mobile

Premise: None of Alfies many, boring meetings with Tommy could ever be as important as you

{I just know this man would be the best to info dump to. Ten points to whoever gets what book reader is talking about}

{Much Ado AU is incoming, hopefully within the next week}

Alfie sat behind his desk, chin propped in his hand as you rambled on about the book you'd just finished, seemingly unaware of the meeting you had interrupted.

From where he sat on the other side of the desk, Tommy looked between the two of you; Alfie with a soft, adoring look on his face as he watched you, rocking back and forth on your heels, fingers tracing the edge of the cover of the book you carried, over and over.

Tommy signed, catching Alfie's eye and raising his eyebrows. He glanced at you, silently asking, or maybe judging.

Alfie fixed him with a death stare for a long moment, shaking his head, before his gaze shifted back to you, softening instantly.

"And then he said that he was proposing against his better judgement and-" You cut yourself off, finally seeming to notice Tommy, "Oh! Mr Shelby! I'm so sorry, I didn't realize I was interrupting..."

Tommy opened his mouth to speak, but Alfie was quicker, beckoning you closer as he spoke, "That's alright petal, we were just about done, weren't we Tommy Boy?"

At the second death glare in two minutes, Tommy sighed, starting to get up, "Right. I'll be in contact, if anything else comes up."

Alfie nodded dismissively, already focused back on you as he pulled you down into his lap, "Right, yeah, sure, bye mate."

As Tommy disappeared, you grinned down at your husband, and he chuckled, "You did that on purpose, didn't you, you cheeky thing."

"Ollie said you looked bored...." You reached forward to gently set your book on his desk.

"And you were all excited about your little story," Alfie added, gently poking at your sides.

You grinned again, taking one of his calloused hands in yours and tracing the lines of his palms gently, "It was a win win."

Alfie smiled up at you fondly, squeezing your waist with his free hand, "So, Mr what's his face proposed but he insulted her while he did it?"

"Yes! And was a huge ass about it- but he redeemed himself later- don't worry...."

You launched back into talking about the book as though you'd never been interrupted, and Alfie listened happily, occasionally asking questions that prompted another burst of excitement every time it seemed like you might stop.

With Alfie, you never had to worry about boring him, or taking up his time, anytime you wanted to talk about something you enjoyed. He was always there to listen.

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Lost Words

Alfie Solomons x gn!autistic!reader

Warnings: I guess the way I describe readers feelings/emotions? (all based on personal experience)

Prompt: I had a bad day at work, and this is a coping mechanism

Premise: After a long day at work stress you out to the point of shutting down, Alfie helps you calm down.

{I swear I'm gonna write hurt comfort for Alfie with the roles reversed I just need more motivation}

{also I'm thinking of doing an Alfie fic based on Much Ado About Nothing if anyones interested in that}

From where you were hiding inside your blanket cocoon, you heard the door to the house creak open, and Alfie calling to you that he was home. Cyril, who had been leaning against you, let out a whine, and shuffled to all but slide off the bed, before trotting off to greet his other owner.

You sighed, squeezing your eyes shut and trying to burrough further into the blankets. What only seemed to be a moment later, you heard Alfie entering the room, still cooing at Cyril.

"You alright my dove?" His voice was surprisingly gentle, coming from somewhere near the foot of the bed.

You couldn't find it in yourself to respond, and you heard him move closer, before he was gently pulling the comforter away from your head, humming worriedly, "Dove?"

You peeled your eyes open to find him peering down at you, concerned etched onto his face. Alfie's hand reached out to brush hair from your face, almost automatically before he caught himself, muttering, "RIght- sorry, love, sorry..."

He ran a hand over his beard, "You're havin' a quiet day then? Lost all your words cause of work, hm?"

Slowly you nodded, and he hummed again, muttering something to himself before disappearing from your field of vision. When he reappeared a moment or two later he'd stripped down to his shorts and undershirt, and began to gingerly climb into bed beside you, careful not to touch you.

"You just take your time then, love, and when you get all your words back you can tell your Alfie what's going on, yeah, dove?"

Alfie waited patiently, looking at you, not quite expectantly, but with some sort of reverence you couldn't place. Slowly, one of your hands snuck out from where it had been tucked firmly under your chin, to grab his hand where it rested on the mattress.

When you looked back up at him in aprehension, he seemed to understand, nodding, "'s alright, love."

You squeezed his hand tightly, and he squeezed back, albeit a bit more gently. It was times like this that you felt you could never truly express how grateful you were to have Alfie, who seemed to be the only person who ever truly understood you complex feelings, and never misunderstood what you meant just because you were 'wired different'.

Slowly you worked your way closer to Alfie, until he was able to wrap his arms around you, squeezing you just tightly enough to provide relief from the itch that had worked its way under your skin. You buried your face in his chest, absently running your fingers over the soft fabric of his undershirt.

"That's it love," He murmured, his chest rumbling, "You just take your time, my dove. Aflie's got ya."

Eventually, when you would find your voice returning, you would tell Alfie about your day, rambling on about the good and the bad about how it all became to much, and he would listen. But for now, you were content with laying in comfortable silence, the two of you lost in your own little world.

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Untitled Essay

Have you ever been going up the stairs in the dark, -maybe to bed, maybe to supper, maybe to something else all together- and gone to take a step that’s not there, because you haven’t realized you're at the top? And you fall forward just a little, stumbling like your whole world is out of balance? So that you’re sort of just left, reaching in the dark. Reaching for something that’s not there. 

I’ve been thinking alot lately, about how heartbreaking it can be to have to carry on, to continue to be, when something so groundshaking, so world changing has happened. I’ve been thinking alot lately, about how it seems so impossible for the rest of the world to carry on as if nothing has happened, when nothing will ever be the same. Yet it still does.

Sometimes, I sometimes think that maybe Wes Anderson said it best, when he had an actor playing an actor breaking character to ask a question like his life depended on it. When it felt like his heart, his own personal heart was breaking every night. I still don’t understand the play. 

Have you ever been driving, and seen someone doing something terribly reckless while driving in the opposite direction? So you brace yourself for the worst, -to slam on your brakes, to swerve out of the way- but instead they simply pass, and go on being reckless? And you watch as they turn into nothing but a blur in the rearview mirror. A spot of almost nothing, that could have been something. 

It’s a strange thing; grief. It turns your instincts into liars. Like when you reach for your water bottle, even though it is empty, because the instinct of thirst is too ingrained in you to disappear in a matter of minutes. Like when you grab for the handrail taken down a week ago, because before that it had been there all your life. It makes you start to call out to someone, before you remember that they have already left. 

It makes you search for something, while knowing that it’s not anywhere to be found. Sometimes, I sometimes think that David Conner showed it best, when he made his narrator go looking for the very thing that he had lost -the missing sun that had thrown his universe out of balance- only to remember it wasn’t coming back. 

Have you ever had a dream where you took a wrong step, and suddenly were falling? Falling impossible distances, at incredible speeds, until suddenly you’ve fallen so far that you wake up, back in your bed? And saw that the world was still dark, and that the world was still asleep? And realized that you were never really falling at all? 

I guess, what I mean, that is, what all this goes to say, is that at some point, the world will end. But it will also continue.

#wrote this for my creative writing class #exploration of grief #original short story #essay #essay writing #creative essay #references to: #Asteroid City #Wes Anderson #Oh God The Sun Goes #David Conner #teddy06 writes #teddy06 #teddy 06 #teddy06writes

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Jessup Coleman -- Peaky Blinders

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General Info:

Name: Jessup Oliver Coleman

Gender: Male (he/him)

Sexuality: queer (general preference for men)

Date of Birth: July 30th, 1890

Age: 29

Personality: Cold, Quiet, Loyal to a fault, protective, doglike

Likes: Boxing, fighting, races, keeping the shelby boys out of trouble

Dislikes: Trouble, Tommys schemes

Occupation: Peaky Blinder/Mercenary

Pairing: Tommy Shelby (unrequited), Alfie Solomons

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Jessup Coleman was a broken man, even before the war, with sharp, rough cut edges, all but made for violence, that made him the perfect guard dog for the Devil of Small Heath. Recruited out of an alley by the Shelby brothers at the ripe age of ten, Jessup's whole universe, for better or for worse has, for about as long as anyone can remember, revolved around one central axis: Tommy Shelby.

The Devil's Guard Dog has been at his side for every step on his rise to power, but will Jessup unyielding loyalty, and undying love blind him to reality forever?

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Interrupted Date Nights

Alfie Solomons x gn!reader

Prompt: "Will you still be here when I wake up?"

Warnings: None

Premise: Stricken with yet another migraine, your forced to take a rain check on date night. Luckily for you, Alfie doesn't mind getting the chance to take care of you.

Alfie had been busy with work at the bakery all week, but had promised to treat you to a night out come Friday. You'd been looking forward to it all week, but Friday morning had come with the same tell tale ache behind your eyes that you had been dreading.

Still, you had gone about your day as if nothing was wrong, at least, as long as you could before the ache behind your eyes had spread to a pain throughout your skull, and you were forced to finally rest.

Now, you laid in your darkened bedroom, silently hoping that the pain would disappear before your husband got home. By the time you heard the door scraping open, your pain hadn't eased in the slightest.

"Alright, love, I'm home," Alfie called as he entered the house, "You ready to go, treacle?"

When you didn't respond, you could hear him moving further into the house, searching for you. By the time he appeared in the doorway to your bedroom, seeing how the curtains had been drawn, his voice had dropped to a low whisper, "Oh, petal... are you feelin alright luv?"

You pushed yourself to sit up a bit, trying to ignore the new wave of pain that rushed to your temples, "Alf..."

"Another migraine?" He asked, quickly moving to your bedside.

You nodded slightly. Alfie frowned, before gently pushing you to lie back down properly, "Right, you don't move, treacle, an' I'll be right back, yeah?"

You grabbed at his hand as he started to pull away, "But date night..."

"Can wait until your feelin better, petal. You just relax an' let your Alfie take care of you, right, love?"

This time, he didn't give you time to protest, instead quickly disappearing out of the room. You could distantly hear him in the kitchen, trying to keep quiet as he went about making you tea.

A few minutes later he returned, balancing a glass of water, tea cup, and a small plate of plain buttered toast, setting them on your bedside table, "Didn't know if you'd eaten or taken your tablets yet..."

When you shook your head, not meeting his eye, he sighed, "Tsk, tsk. Come on then, love, have a bite and I'll get your tablets."

Obediently, you picked up a slice of toast, as his disappeared once more. Alfie returned again a moment later, pressing two of the tablets you had been prescribed for your headaches into your hand, and giving you the glass of water.

After you had finished eating, and had drank the last of your tea, Alfie made you lay back again, kicking off his boots and laying down beside you. You tucked yourself closer against him, and he began to card his fingers through your hair, massaging your scalp gently, "Rest now, treacle, Alfie's got ya."

"Will you still be here when I wake up?" You mumbled, cracking your eyes open just enough to peak up at him.

"Of course, petal, always."

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hey, I hope your having a great day! If you want to, I would like to request a Samwise Gamgee x reader? Nothing in particular, just whatever you want to write about (if you don't want to write it that's totally ok too)

Yesss! my hobbit husband <3

Harmony

Samwise Gamgee x gn!reader

Warnings: none <3

Premise: A little snapshot into Hobbit life. You and Sam always work together in perfect harmony.

You had just finished bringing the chicken stock to a simmer when Sam returned from the garden, toting an overflowing basket of root vegetables, pausing just long enough to press a kiss to your cheek as he brought them to the basin to be washed.

You smiled, continuing to prep the rest of what you would need for the soup as he began to wash and chop the vegetables. One bowlful at a time, cubed potatoes, carrots, onions and celery appeared before you, and you quietly added them to the soup.

Once he had finished with prepping the veggies, Sam turned toward you, leaning against the counter, until he finally caught you eye, and you nodded toward the covered bowl resting by the window sill.

Without a word he disappeared to grab the flour from the pantry, before going about spreading it across one section of the counter, and knocking down the dough that you had left to rise earlier.

Out of the corner of your eye, you watched as he kneaded the dough, admiring the way the sun from the window light up his face, the way his strong, garden calloused hands worked the dough so gently.

As he finished with the bread, sliding it into the oven you already had warming, you fiddled with the soup, adding herbs and spices, trying to find what was just right. Finally, you pressed a clean spoon into Sam's hand, "I can't tell what it needs."

Quietly he tasted it, thinking for a moment, "A dash of salt, and a bit more rosemary."

You nodded, moving to add the salt, as he went to cut a few sprigs of rosemary from the pot on the windowsill.

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Living Without A Heart

Golden Shovel Poems take lines from other work and incorporate them so that each word in the quote is the end of a line.

This poem comes from Justice Ameer's Body Without The 'd' -- "So it taught itself to graze its skin and cut things off."

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I never gave much thought to heart and so

I thought that I could live without it.

After all I had been taught

By a man without a heart itself. 

I was wrong, oh lord how wrong I was. How

Could I live without a heart? To 

Retrieve it now would be impossible. And now the feelings can only graze

Across my mind. Its

Almost funny, how things are now skin

Deep, and

No suture can heal this cut. 

Perhaps I miss the way things

Were… but when my feelings don’t burn my soul, i think i’m better off. 

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I Miss The Noise (I Revel In The Silence)

The world didn’t end all at once. It happened slowly, incrementally, until one day you looked around and realized there was nothing left around you.

The whole world had never really ended anyway. Just humanity. You humans have always been so vain in thinking that they were the whole world.

As a whole, actually, the world has been doing much better since you all died off. Sure, there were the fires, the reactor meltdowns, and of course the last remnants of the problems you created to kill each other off.

But once those issues died back down, things got better. Biodiversity, of course, has been off the charts, as all those plants you insisted on moving halfway across the world have spread with quick fiery passion.

Your abandoned cities have become home to many animals, who live happily in the shelters you used to work so hard to keep them out of. Endangered species numbers rise, and rise, and it is glorious.

Sometimes, when even at high noon, it is silent, and I find myself missing the wondrous noise you created to keep yourselves entertained and connected, I must remind myself of the other horrible things you had done, to stop from grieving too harshly.

You had poisoned this world. This incredible lovely place I had given you, that still recovers even now. You killed each other, and all my other creations, in more and more creative and disgusting ways.

You rejected my gifts, and turned against me in your times of need. You were cruel where I thought I had not the cruelty to bestow upon you. Where I had created you to laugh and to love, you taught yourselves to fight and to hate.

But oh how I find myself missing you. In the soft silences that haunt your once bustling cities. In the failing of your silly inventions once made to make life easier. In the stories that have disappeared, the well of your knowledge dried up and forgotten.

How I miss you.

If I could go back step in; to stop your demise… I admit it would be a hard choice.

Would the world still become as peaceful as it is today? Would you unlearn what you taught yourselves? Would you listen to my teachings?

You did not before. It is hard to say whether you would today.

Somedays, when the quiet is too loud, and I find myself missing you humans, I consider this.

This world, though not technically new, has been reborn, and it has been reborn better without you. Humans would have never allowed this scale of tranquility, this calm.

You would not sit here beside me, smiling at the small family of rabbits that has taken residence in your living room. You would not rejoice with me at the cycle of plants growing in wild abundance.

Humans, my first great creations, had only been a spark, appearing and disappearing with a flash. This new world has caught that spark, and now that you are gone, will become its own vibrant blaze. Chief amongst my creations; truly great.

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Waiting For What Will Not Come

She’s sitting alone, in the corner of a busy cafe. Patrons move past, hurrying about their days, but she stays, sitting, reading, picking at the remains of a crumbling pastry. She does this often, the sitting, the reading, the picking, and of course, the waiting. Day after day, when her work at the grocery store down the street has ended, she comes here, and sits, hoping for something, until closing. What is she waiting for? The baristas and the bakers have been wondering this for weeks. Sometimes, theories run between them, but as the cafe empties out into the late afternoon, closing growing closer every minute, they must stop their chatter, out of fear that she might hear them. Most of the time, she doesn’t. Some of the time, she does. When she does, a tiny smile crosses her face, this is a tiny part of the effect she is waiting for. For someone to find her so interesting and mysterious, they will come up to her, strike up a conversation about whatever literature she holds, and whisk her away on some adventure of a relationship. She has been coming here for weeks. Somewhere, in the back of her head, she wonders how long it will take. She flips a page. She reads. She sits. She picks at the last piece of pastry. The bell above the door rings. It’s only one of the barista’s pulling the chalk sign in from the sidewalk. The manager approaches, and tells her she has to leave so that they can close. With a sigh she begins to gather her things; not today, not yesterday, and probably not tomorrow, how long is this going to take?

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Stubborn

Cassian Andor x gn!reader

Prompt: "The only person that gets to kill you, is me."

Warnings: non specific description of injuries

Premise: After a mission for the rebellion goes south and Cassian lands himself in the infirmary, you give him a piece of your mind. Told from Jyn's perspective.

(presumably takes place at some point after Rouge One, in an Everybody lives universe)

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It was supposed to have been a relatively routine mission. Two days at the most, including travel time; get in, get the intel, get out. That's all it was intended to be. That was until Cassian saw an opportunity to get a leg up, and Jyn had gone along, right up until that leg up turned out to be at a steeper price than they had planned.

Now, sitting in the infirmary on Yavin IV, Jyn was certainly beginning to regret it. Neither of the two were hurt badly, Jyn only sustaining a few scrapes and bruises from their quick escape, nothing a bit of bacta spray couldn't fix. Cassian had gotten the worst of it, and would be forced to take it easy for the next week or so until he had healed up enough to go back out in the field.

When the doors to the infirmary slammed open with a bang, Jyn couldn't even muster up shock. Cassian had mentioned that you would be furious at him.

"Are you kidding me? Are you an idiot Cass?" You demanded, storming past Jyn and strait to Cassian's bedside.

K-2SO lumbered along behind you, stopping beside Jyn, "To be fair, I did try to stop them."

"No you didn't." She said, watching in amusement as you continued to rant.

"No, I didn't." K2 agreed.

"You can't just go throwing yourself into things like that because you think it will accomplish something! What good are you to the Rebellion if you go off getting yourself killed for the tiniest bit more information!"

Cassian just kept looking up at you, waiting patiently, the same love struck in his eyes that Jyn saw every time you came near, or even came up in conversation.

"There are people here counting on you to come back! I'm counting on you to come back! God for someone so smart you make the dumbest decisions sometimes- Your so worrisome, and stubborn and aggravating and- Damn it, Cass, the only person who gets to kill you, is me!"

After this final exclamation you fell silent, staring down at him with a flushed, exasperated expression on your face that had Jyn struggling to hide her laughter.

Gently, Cassian took your hand, where it had fallen back to your side after your gestures had ended, "And you'll still have the chance, y/n. I'm okay. It's okay..."

In a moment, you deflated, your frustration suddenly disappearing as you squeezed his hand back, slowly sinking down into the chair beside his bed, "I was so worried Cassian. You can't scare me like that again."

Your voices grew too hushed for Jyn to make out, as Cassian reassured you, your hands still clasped between you. So she stood, all but dragging K2 out with her to give you space.

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Can't Sleep?

Tommy Shelby x gn!reader

Warnings: none

Premise: One late night you wake to find your bed empty, your husband having yet another sleepless night.

{this is my first x reader fic in like two years, take it easy on me}

Cold.

That was the first thing your body seemed to register as you slowly came to. The second thing you noticed as you shifted, rolling to one side, was the missing place beside you in bed.

You let out a sigh as you reached over, hand prodding at Tommy's empty place on the mattress as if it would bring him back from wherever he had disappeared to.

It wasn't the first time you'd woken up to find your bed empty, and it probably wouldn't be the last. Sleep rarely found your husband easily, and when it did he was often plagued with nightmares, that even your soft words and gentle touches had trouble curing.

Finally, you pushed yourself up on one elbow, your free hand rubbing sleep from your eyes before looking around your shadow cast bedroom.

You found Tommy leaning in the window sill at the far end of the bedroom, staring out at the empty lawn, illuminated by the glow of the moon, and the burning end of the cigarette perched between his lips.

"Are you alright, Tommy-love?" Your words were still a bit thick with sleep.

Tommy started slightly, turning towards where you sat and reaching to tap the ash into the ashtray in the same movement, "Sorry, love. Didn't mean to wake you."

"You didn't," You yawned, sitting up properly, "Couldn't sleep?"

He shook his head, taking another drag from the cigarette.

It was rare to see him like this: strangely unguarded, his usual cold exterior gone in a way that could only happen late at night. You were one of the lucky few who had ever seen the Thomas Shelby in such a state.

You drew a blanket around your shoulders, climbing out of bed and making your way to his side, "Another nightmare?"

He didn't answer, turning his head away and taking another drag. In response you pursed your lips, reaching out to put a gentle hand on his arm, "Tommy..."

"There's too much noise in me head, love," He sniffed eventually, turning his head to look at you once more, "Swear there's Germans about to get through the wall any second. Have to keep reminding myself I'm not underground."

Silently, you snaked your arms around him, and in an instant, he melted into your touch, cigarette forgotten in the ashtray, head buried in the crook of your neck.

One hand found itself at the back of his neck, the other running up and down the expanse of his back, as you murmured, "Come back to bed, Tommy."

"I don't..." His voice trailed off, muffled by your collar.

"They won't hurt you. I'll keep them out, Tommy-love, I promise."

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&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

( this is basically just a very self indulgent list of various fluff, angst, and suggestive themed dialogue sentence starters. )

❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜

❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜

❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜

❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

❛ come back to bed. ❜

❛ you look good like this. ❜

❛ working together again, it’s just like old times. ❜

❛ how is it you always know what i need, huh? ❜

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ 

❛ i can’t imagine losing someone like that. i’m sorry. ❜

❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜

❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❜

❛ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❜

❛ may i have this dance? ❜ 

❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

❛ we can't keep doing this. ❜ 

❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜

❛ just relax and let me take care of you. ❜

❛ thought you’d be lighter without all that blood. ❜

❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜

❛ everything looks so beautiful from up here. ❜

❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜

❛ well? how do i look? ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

❛ do you mind if i smoke? ❜

❛ i’m scared of ending up alone. ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜

❛ you are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous. ❜

❛ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ❜

❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜

❛ i’ve never cared for anyone the way i care for you. ❜

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜

❛ just a few more stitches and you’ll be as good as new. ❜

❛ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❜

❛ i want you to forget this ever happened. ❜

❛ i'm here for business — not pleasure. ❜

❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜

❛ you'd look better down on your knees. ❜

❛ fine, keep acting like you hate me. ❜

❛ kiss me again. ❜

❛ are you asking me out on a date? ❜

❛ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. ❜

❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜

❛ well, i do feel better now that you're here. ❜

❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜ 

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ i was wrong about you. ❜ 

❛ the first time i met you, i had no idea you'd mean this much. ❜

❛ you gonna be a good girl / boy for me? ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜

❛ books mean more to me than people anyway. ❜

❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜

❛ how about a kiss goodnight? ❜

❛ i don’t have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ 

❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜

#prompts #send requests :)

[teddy06writes]

Irving 'Apocalypse' Mahoe

General Info:

Name: Irving Mahoe

Gender: Genderqueer (they/them)

Sexuality: Pansexual, polyamorous

Date of Birth: July 30th, 1984

Age: 35

Race/Ethnicity: Hawaiian, italian

Personality: Intelligent, Kind, protective, quiet, calculating

Likes: Flying, music, cooking, taking care of their friends

Dislikes: Annoying people, the military industrial complex

Occupation: Naval Aviator (callsign: Apocaplyse)

Pairing: Phoenix and Bob

~~~

Synopsis:

Despite working as a Naval Aviator for the US Navy, Irving has had their reservations about the military, and dipsite becoming the best of the best, has only seen their military career as a means to a college education, and dreams of becoming an aerospace engineer. One dangerous mission follows after another as Irving is looped into extending their contract, until being recalled Top Gun for a secretive mission that will force them back into contact with their long estranged father, the infamous Pete Mitchell.

Little does Irving know, that despite the hazardous conditions of the mission, and Mavericks missing of their presence, this mission could finally open a door that could lead them out of the military, and on course for the stars.

#teddy06 writes #teddy06 #top gun maverick #top gun oc #apocaplyse #irving mahoe #natasha 'phoenix' trace x oc #robert 'bob' floyd' x oc

[teddy06writes]

Elijah Halkor - Peaky Blinders

General Info

Name: Akita Elijah Halkor

Gender: Male (ftm he/him)

Sexuality: Bisexual

Date of Birth: May, 1888

Age: 31

Race/Ethnicity: Cherokee, Eastern European

Personality: Hardworking, Determined, Kind, Intelligent

Likes: Writing, Playing Music + singing, helping people

Dislikes: Violence, Injustices, smoking

Occupation: Tradesman/Handyman

Pairing: Tommy Shelby

~~~ Synopsis:

Akikta Halkor- or Elijah, as most called him- was no stranger to trouble. He had lived through much of it, and known it well. But he had never known trouble could come with such beautiful ice blue eyes. Fully expecting to have moved on within a fortnight, Birmingham had taken him by surprise, easily beating several records. It had lasted longer than Cairo, longer than Bangkok, longer than Odessa by leaps and bounds, and yet still never as long as Peggs.

Tommy Shelby did not expect to find his life quietly and calmly interrupted by a man who had spent most of his life running, chasing and being chased across the globe. As unsuspecting as a mop of curly hair and big cows eyes could appear, when armed with a malicious smile, a type writer lugged around the world, and the oddest assortment of talents Tommy had ever seen, posed the oddest mystery he’d ever been faced with.

~~~

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Amyn Cole

General Info:

Name: Amyn Cole

Gender: unlabeled (any pronouns)

Age: 15

Race: New Gaian

Personality: Sarcastic, guarded, standoffish, cynical, independent, self sufficient

Likes: Cocoa pods, tinkering, bickering, music

Dislikes: Trying new food, people who can't mind their own business, the dark

Occupation: Scavenger

~~~

Amyn, our narrator, is a sarcastic, rambling teenager, prone to going off on tangents while telling their own story. He's scrappy, tough, and quite rough around the edges, using equally rough cut humor to keep the few near her at arm's length, hiding the truth about their life behind their walls.

By the time of the story, Amyn has been on their own for several years, fighting to survive the squalor conditions of The Hive, each day venturing out into the scrap yards, looking for pieces to pawn. Where survival from week to week, day to day, matters most over all, Amyn created a rigid set of rules for themself, as a sort of guide to their survival.

Their harsh, cold exterior may be a cover for something else, it's kept him alive so far, and the fact that her cellmate is the first adult to go point for point against their scathing remarks and sarcastic comments, while still managing to make his way closer to their walls will not be changing anything.

~~~

#durable #amyn cole #durable: amyn's guide to daring escapes revolutionary heists and exploring the universe #amyn #original character #teddy 06 #teddy06 writes

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Oakley Ulrich - The Umbrella Academy

General Info:

Name: Oakley Ulrich

Gender: Nonbinary (they/them)

Sexuality: Bisexual

Date of Birth: October 1st, 1989

Age: 30

Race/Ethnicity: Mixed: Australian Aboriginal and English

Personality: Witty, Sarcastic, Intelligent, Kind, Caring, moderator

Likes: Reading, Learning, Going on walks, soft sweaters, libaries

Dislikes: Stupid questions, tight deadlines, people fighting

Occupation: Novelist

Pairing: Klaus Hargreeves

~~

Story Synopsis:

On the twelfth hour of the first day of October, 1989, 43 children were born. This, of course, would have been perfectly ordinary, had the women who had borne these children been previously pregnant. One man, Sir Reginald Hargreaves, had made it his business to track down, adopt and buy as many of these children as possible. He managed to get his hands on seven of them.

Oakley Ulrich, however, was not one of them.

~~

After 17 long years of dodging the strange and mysterious advances of Sir Reginald Hargreeves, Oakley finally gives in to one final letter, and finds themself stranded in his home with his five remaining children following his untimely death. When a familiar face falls out of the sky claiming that the world will end in a matter of a week, and that the six extraordinary siblings (and oakley) are the only ones who can stop it, Oakley can't help but wish they had never responded to that letter.

~~

Find Oakley's full story, A Deeper Feeling on ao3 or on wattpad

#the umbrella academy #oakley ulrich #umbrella academy oc #teddy06writes #teddy 06 responds