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writingisbetterthandying · 3 years

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[early] birthday boy - vh

vinnie mood strikes again also thank you for 200+ notes on movie date! very excited ppl actually liked it! everything from last night just looked so cute i felt inspired :(

has this been done? idk but look! still kinda short but something :)

requests are open if you’re interested

- first off you make it v clear to him that his gifts don’t come until wednesday for his actual bday

- he’s a little pouty but then he gets all sappy with an “all i need is you bubs”

- you guys get to the triller house early to help set up and he’s so excited but he keeps it lowkey because he’s just a little shy and doesn’t really want to broadcast it

- cuddling a bit on the grass in front of the projector while you wait for more people to arrive

- the party starts to pick up and everyone has their phones out hyping him up and he starts to nuzzle his face into your neck

- by the time it’s dark the two of you get separated, you’re chilling with aaron and troy but there are just so many people

- seeing him with tana makes you a little jealous because of how close they are, but once you approach them with aaron and the boys behind you, the two of you start talking and she’s just so sweet

- “wait you’re so hot- vinnie how did you land this girl? she’s way out of your league”

- the two of you get carried away making tiktoks and so the boys walk off but not before vinnie blows a kiss your way with a lil wink

- doing your own things for a bit because you trust each other and you have plans for his actual birthday :)

- eventually it’s time for cake and singing, but you’re still separated and trying to find one another

- bryce kinda starts to corner him but he’s like “wait dude i need my girl”

- he probably makes the dj turn off the music to call out your name and then you turn around and it feels like a moment in a movie making your way through the crowd to him

- he tucks you into his side and then he goes “okay now y’all can sing about how great i am” and you giggle and slap his chest gently and he just looks at you with such adoration

- of course with the triller boys he gets cake on his face so you pull him into a bathroom to wipe off his face

- he’s sitting on the counter with you in between his legs, and you kiss each spot that you’ve wiped off

- “you’re just so sweet vin!” and you pinch his cheeks and he just giggles at you

- once both of you come out people are hyped and they’ve started to drink and bryce is just so insistent about playing pong against vinnie

- “i’ll only play if i get to team up with her” and bryce is game anyways

- y’all absolutely kill it together and beat bryce, who paired off with taylor

- playing off the win and starting to get progressively a little more tipsy, which means more pda and lots of giggles

- tucked into his side like a koala while he starts saying goodbyes to people starting to leave

- getting to be a bit sleepy as he just chats with the boys, “you still with us babe?”

- mumbling out a sort of response in agreement into his shoulder

- finally getting ready to go, sleepily getting to the car, rambling on about how much fun you had

- “vin- baby, on your real birthday we’re gonna have so much fun! i’m gonna get you a better cake and we’re gonna have dinner with your parents and then,” you paused for dramatic effect, but it was mainly the effect of alcohol on your system, “i’ll do that thing you’ve wanted to do for a while,” with a little wink

- he laughs a little but gets genuinely excited about it, trying to hurry up the trip back to the hype house as best he could

- “you think you can make that an early birthday present babe?” but by the time he glances over at you, your eyes are closed and the sweetest little snores escaping your mouth

- shaking his head in slight disbelief but still smiling just in appreciation for everything you’d done and planned to do- his heart so full

#vinnie hacker #vinnie x reader #vinnie hacker x you #vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie hacker imagine

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writingisbetterthandying · 3 years

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movie date! - vh

vinnie hacker blurby headcanon? who am i? and yes this is so self indulgent but idk i saw tomorrow war and ik he went to the premiere so here we go

no spoilers though!

i will write pb again just like idk man rn

this is unedited and kinda short 😌

- before even leaving the house he’s trying to sneak some of his fav movie snacks into your purse but gets caught and puts on a pout

- laughing at him, but then he pouts more so you give him a quick peck and tell him “maybe next time,” and he looks appalled and asks for more kisses

- he drives with his hand on your thigh the whole ride there

- pulling up together looking so cute, probably in coordinated outfits

- being goofy in his tiktoks about the premiere, laughing at each other

- he deffo made one where he went “date night!” and made it seem like he was going in for a kiss with you off camera, but instead pans the camera to the monster arm and pretends to make out with it

- the two of you definitely didn’t go into it knowing what the movie was about

- at the beginning it’s just like what? and you’re asking him so many questions and he’s just like babe shh idk either

- but then you get real quiet when chris pratt takes his shirt off and vinnie notices of course, and covers your eyes like a child

- uncovers your eyes and goes “can’t have you distracted when you know i have better abs” and a lil possessive smooch because he gets that way

- you have more questions of course because logistically there’s a lot of gaps but he’s trynna make some moves

- he deffo thinks he would absolutely crush all the monsters and starts like flexing and trying to show off, making your cheeks flush not only in embarrassment but i mean come on he has nice arms

- but you keep your cool and bring up his cod stats in response as proof as to why that wouldn’t work, and he flips you off

- talking about how certain friends would do in a sudden draft like the movie and laughing about how they’d try to make it into content and how vlog cameras and tiktok would definitely make things interesting

- sharing a popcorn bucket and he tries to make you reach over him to get some and being all cheeky

- he totally does the fake yawn arm move, and then gives you that kind of look, so you of course oblige and cuddle into him and give him a sweet kiss

- with every new development and surprise gasping and looking up at him like “did you see that?” and he just laughs because you’re just so adorable and he’s like yeah dude and gives you a lil kiss on the top of your head

- getting sleepy at the end of the movie and falling asleep on him which he just had to make a tiktok of

- he watches the rest of the movie in relative peace, glancing down at you every once in a while but then gently shaking you awake as the credits start to roll and people start applauding

- the car ride home you’re like half awake but entranced by vin as he drives you back

- “you’re so handsome, baby”

- he’s holding your hand across the dash and he brings it up and kisses the back of it

- getting back to his place and getting all settled for bed, and then making some posts

- you find his tiktok of you asleep on him and aww, before seeing his caption, “she looks adorable but she stole my popcorn” and then attempt to defend yourself that he was actually the popcorn hog but he was having none of it so instead just pulled you in for a kiss

- pulling away because you had to post before you got too carried away

- him laughing and teasing you as you typed out a caption for your post: “sorry i asked too many questions during the first half and then slept through the second 😋 movie date was fun with popcorn hog!”

- he made sure to spam with comments: “first 🥵” “🧢 on the popcorn hog thing tho 😮‍💨” “luv u bb 🤍”

- you made sure to say “i love you too vin,” before saying goodnight with one last kiss before falling asleep

#vinnie hacker #vinnie x reader #vinnie hacker x you #vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie hacker imagine

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writingisbetterthandying · 3 years

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no one in my life listens to am but alex turner is alex turner so here you go i literally send them from my main to my spam on insta or vice versa

i’d fold so quickly it’s not even funny (@/emoscorpiobf on insta)

literally not even funny this is so attractive but also mountain man alex oh my lord (@/ymcarcticmonkeys on insta)

#so handsome!#alex turner #arctic monkeys

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writingisbetterthandying · 3 years

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im not her - ts pt.3

hey… how y’all doing… sorry it’s been two months…

anyways! got the motivation and schedule cleared up so! i love this series sm just wish i didn’t have to be the one writing it 🥲

it’s fine it’s whatever it’ll just be done by the time series 6 is out lol

also earlier someone was like omg those (they said ‘your name’ but i knew they meant like y/n kinda thing) fics on wattpad? omg so lame kinda thing while i just had to go like what?!? no idea what those are never read one of those and then came on here to literally finish writing one of those

if this is getting too cliche idc but also i do but also ignoring canon whatevs it’s okay

hope you all like it! sorry it took ages!

tommy shelby x fem!reader

you may need a refresher so:

part 1 and part 2

tommy was fucked. well and truly fucked.

it was all he could think of in that moment, looking over your vanity in your shared bedroom. every time he glanced over, seeing nothing out of the ordinary, everything still as it should, he would anticipate a bright laugh interrupting his work, or charlie’s giggles as you played, but he would be met with silence instead.

you had been gone for three days now, charlie too, of course. none of your belongings had moved at all. it was torture. the maids steered further clear of him than before, and the silence of arrowe house returned again. not just the silence, but the coldness of the manor truly resonated with him. the halls seemed hallowed, and it felt nothing like the home it had grown into, though he was to blame.

he felt isolated- he was isolated. his family didn’t want to see him; esme and ada had quite a lot they did want to tell him, but they had been prevented from storming into his home and tearing him a new one. they did however, use the phone, and quite frequently too, which at one point tempted tommy to nearly rip the receiver out of its socket, but he composed himself in time to realize he would need it for updates about you.

you.

his wife.

his wife, who not only had he been stringing along for ages, but who had to live in the shadow of grace. who had to deal with all his shit with lizzie and may and now this fucking duchess.

tommy couldn’t fathom if anyone else in history had ever hated themself as much as he did in that moment. the few times he rang pol he got a short response, some lies about your well-being, but some genuine updates in the added presence of ada and karl in her cottage.

everyone felt extremely concerned about you. not only had you not spoken to anyone bar charlie, you were slowly becoming physically ill.

most of your days were spent with ada now, as everyone else was busy. they still had to continue on with business even if tommy was still holed up in arrowe house.

so far, you were bedridden, or sofa-ridden, a vacancy in your face, the color slightly drained, fatigue present. the only time any movement or genuine emotion present was an absolute sense of dread at the constant feeling of nausea.

once you had fallen asleep, polly and ada would join together over some gin, sharing the concerns they were too scared to voice around you.

they both suspected one thing, but they were too frightened to introduce that thought, that inkling to not only you, but tommy.

how were you supposed to raise a child of the man who had shattered your trust- your heart? you could of course, but a child wouldn’t be able to fix the damage already done.

everyone knew how overjoyed you were when ada found out she was pregnant- yes you had experienced martha’s and other women’s pregnancies, but despite the circumstances surrounding ada at the time, you were so supportive and at times, more excited than her.

everyone witnessed the brightness in your eyes as charlie called you “mama,” or any moment in which a baby would reach out to you, your face alight with happiness and unbridled joy.

you had always wanted to be a mother, something that wasn’t a secret by any means, but the recent events in your marriage put a halt to that all.

what tommy did was unforgivable, and polly and ada were both too concerned to even breech the topic with you.

but you were by no means dim, and you brought up the subject with them both one day when you felt well enough.

you were sitting in the parlor, a throw draped around your shoulders, a fresh pot of tea steaming in the center of the table.

your hands slightly shaky, weak with anguish and illness, you set your cup down, cautiously starting to speak. you quickly threw caution to the wind and ended in a near shout.

“pol, i’ve had an inkling, but am i- how do i say this- i- screw it! am i up the duff? am i having his child?”

they both paused mid-sip, not anticipating the slight outburst.

polly quickly recollected herself, placing her cup on the saucer.

“i can check if you’d like love, but i’m not sure if this is what you need to hear right now.”

your attitude quickly left and you receded back into yourself, wrapping the throw tightly around your figure.

“so i am with child,” you say slowly. you had thought of course, that it could be true, but you figured it had been stress and all the emotions, but polly was never wrong, and you weren’t sure what to do.

they were quiet, but nodded, allowing for you to process.

you’d keep the child. that was for certain. too many years had passed for you, and you wouldn’t know how many years or children you’d even be able to have in the future.

but how would charlie react? you’d hoped he would one day gain some new siblings, but the current situation was by no means ideal. he was young, but he was loved, and would never go ignored even if not biologically yours.

but how would tommy react? so much time had been spent envisioning your future with him, what had happened was never keyed in. you had somewhat foolishly assumed that once he was yours he would be yours wholly.

as your emotions heightened with such thoughts, some tears started to slowly make your way down your cheeks.

as you wiped them away, you spoke.

“you both must think me so foolish but i still want this. with him- i mean of course i do i’ve loved him since i can remember- but as of now i just don’t know if i can face him.”

“you aren’t foolish at all, dear. we’ll support you best we can. you can come with me and karl- god knows we have the space in london, but regardless of what you decide, we’ll be here for you,” ada said, her hand gently placed on yours- maternally almost.

you excused yourself to go back and rest, the two acknowledging you had a lot to deliberate over.

later that evening, there was a knock on the door. it was frantic, but polly opened it to find a composed looking tommy, dressed quite well for the time on a weeknight.

“and here i was thinking you weren’t home?” he said smugly.

“did you really need to stop by thomas? or are you here to fuck up things further with your wife? but if you really didn’t, then by all means, continue to act like you have anyone, because believe me, tom: no one is on your side.”

he slightly deflated but still bit back, “john doesn’t seem too upset with me,” to which she laughed at.

“john doesn’t seem to have much of a brain with the amount he thinks with his cock, so please, spare me the pity tom.”

they both chuckled a little, but he knew she was right, and ceded.

“i need to see her, pol,” she scoffed, grabbing a cigarette and lighting it swiftly.

“the last thing she needs right now is your presence thomas, or did you forget that you fucked some russian whore in your home?”

he grimaced, but tried to maintain calm.

“hard to forget. i need to see her pol, and i didn’t come here to play your little games.”

she exhaled some smoke.

“she doesn’t need to see you thomas.”

he sighed in frustration at his aunt’s indifference. not known for maintaining calm for long, he burst, slapping his palm against the table.

“i need to see her pol! now! enough with your little fucking games and let me talk to my wife!”

she chuckled briefly before her face hardened and she leaned forward.

“you have no right to come here after what you did thomas- fucking another in your home and abandoning her in that state. you’ve ruined your marriage, ruined the one woman who ever truly loved you, who devoted herself to you. three, four days go by and now you need her? then why was there another to begin with, aye? you have no right.”

he had to admit her words hurt, but he wouldn’t give up that easily.

“let me see her!”

once again, your presence stilled a scene.

days ago in the foyer, the mood still maintained, the tension of the yelling present but quiet filling the space.

now, in polly’s cottage, your husband looking relieved to see you, polly looking worried yet anger still laying behind her eyes.

not anticipating tommy’s presence, you froze mid step. dread washed over you, fear ebbing into your figure, a slight tremor consuming you as you stood, paused on the stairs.

as much as you normally would’ve immediately wanted to feel his embrace, that sense of security had fled. you only felt cold, felt so scared in his presence, the scene you left in arrow house returning in full force in your mind, infiltrating your thoughts that could’ve been joyful.

it was quiet. still, no one moved.

“i’d like for you to leave.” you could barely be heard, but the silence allowed every word to resonate with tommy.

“i need to talk to you love. i need you back home, at arrow house- i need charlie back too-”

you interrupted him, your voice still much softer than his. though slightly surprised by the apologetic tone, you just couldn’t at this time.

“i don’t care to listen to you grovel, tom. i’m asking you to leave,” tears once again building in your eyes.

this time, he attempted to approach you, stepping forward. you stepped back quickly, almost too quickly, to evade his touch.

polly was telling him to leave, but her words didn’t seem to make any sound. the tears picked up speed as you wordlessly watched your husband start to go, his eyes not leaving yours, his shouts of whatever it may have been left unheard.

it was all too much.

as tommy left, polly guided you to the settee, trying to console you as your emotions overtook your being.

you practically cried yourself to sleep, overworked with the night’s events.

tommy, miles away, drank himself to sleep in his study, alone.

polly felt as though she could barely sleep, unable to think of a happy ending for the two.

tags oops! they’re open!

@walkingonshunshine

#tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby imagine #angst #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders fic #peaky blinders #tommy shelby x you #tommy shelby

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writingisbetterthandying · 3 years

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me 🤝 ignoring wip’s and trying to dismiss the need to move on to the next fandom to hyperfixate on for 3 months - a year

my moral resolve is like so whatevs

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writingisbetterthandying · 3 years

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continuation of "I'm not her" please!!! I love this story very much.

oml i know i know 😭😭😭 i have a draft going but it just doesn’t have the same flavor as the others but i’ll try and get it out in the next few days i swear this time?!?!

#ask box!

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writingisbetterthandying · 3 years

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village girl - mg

michael request! fluffy! i think! 🪴 finally lol but i will try and wrap up regret? or im not her

short!

sorry this took so long! is this good? idk i’ve been busy with school and fluff just does not come that easily but hopefully it’s okay? ending is vague ?

michael gray x fem!reader (i think it could be interpreted as gn but just to be safe)

you had known henry johnson your entire life.

growing up next door to him, afternoons were spent in the orchard, climbing trees, playing games. with age, came stolen kisses, whispered “i love you’s,” promises of a life beyond the village.

both of your parents absolutely adored your relationship, having seen it coming from the start.

he would relay information from his classes, the both of you sharing a spirit for learning, things that weren’t necessary to life on an orchard. other afternoons, you would read to one another under the shade of an apple tree, taking turns, usually with him against the trunk, and your head in his lap, or vice versa. stories of great modern cities, captivating adventures, budding romances. these books became windows and inspirations for a future together.

henry loved his family, you knew this, but you understood his need for more, for a less mundane life.

he told you about the man in the dark suit and the flat cap who visited his mother, her weariness after his visit. it sparked a curiosity within him, and he went out to look for more information.

when he found out the truth of his family and his origins, he was torn. he didn’t know what to think, and ran to you. his face conflicted, you didn’t pry, simply offering him some comfort, that whatever it may be, you would be there for him.

“this is so exciting henry!” he laughed at your giggles, free hand in yours, excitement visible, though much more subdued than yours.

“i’m gonna be michael now, love, not henry,” he said a bit sadly, like he was nervous- not quite comfortable with his new name. you simply nodded in acknowledgment, and the two of you boarded the train.

michael had been to small heath, met his mother and family, and had come back to get you to bring you back to birmingham. your parents had been hesitant at first, but trusted the boy they had known since his birth, and permitted you to leave with him, just once you yourself had turned eighteen.

michael, ever the gentlemen, let you sit near the window, allowing you to fully immerse yourself in the sights, sliding in next to you, his hand gently placed on your knee.

the view slowly transitioned from the bright familiar orchards and villages, to the industrialized and gray city that you assumed to be small heath.

once the train stopped, he grabbed your hand and helped you leave the carriage.

the air was thick with smoke, making you cough a little, but the adjustment came quickly.

“are you alright, love?”

the genuine concern in his voice made you giggle a little.

“i’m alright mickie, but thank you for asking,” you added with a little peck on his cheek.

he tried to suppress his blush, but not before you were able to see the red on his cheeks spread to his neck.

hand in hand, the two of you wove through the bustling streets, michael briefly mentioning his mother’s home and a betting shop.

upon arriving, he went ahead, confidently opening the door as if he lived there his whole life.

“mum! i’m home!” he announced.

he led you towards the kitchen, where a firm, but beautiful looking woman in a dark dress sat with a cigarette and a steaming pot of tea.

“well you must be y/n. you’re even more beautiful than my michael told us all.” she said with a smile.

“thank you, mrs.gray, you have such a lovely home.”you responded with a smile.

“now please sit, let’s have some tea.”

michael, ever the gentleman, pulled out a chair, and conversation came quickly, surprisingly easily as you and polly- as she insisted you refer to her as- traded stories of michael, as he tried to look as nonchalant about it all as possible.

it was all going quite well before three, quite handsome- tall, besuited men with flat caps came barreling through.

one of them, with the lightest hair and a toothpick hanging from his mouth stopped in his tracks at the sight of you.

“well who’s this? our dear cousin’s got himself a country tart, eh?”

“fuck off, john” michael responded cooly.

your eyes had widened a bit, not quite anticipating such a response or initial dialogue.

“look at her, scared as a little field mouse from the country. you reckon she’s simple?” came from a gruff voice- the oldest looking one with a very prominent mustache.

“i wouldn’t be the one talking about simplicity when you can’t register your proximity to whom you insult, and weakly at that. it’s hardly noon and you’re swaying in your step, sir. drunkards don’t scare me, and neither do simple men. so scared as a field mouse, no. certainly not as meek as one either, i was simply stunned by your blatant displays of stupidity.”

you had shocked yourself a bit with your response, but by polly’s snicker and wink, you could tell it was a well received. the oldest, with the mustache, simply backed off with two hands held forward in surrender, and was quickly followed by john, the other.

“welcome to small heath, not so meek little mouse, i’m thomas- you can call me tommy. i think you’ll fit in quite nicely around here.” introduced the last cousin, with a hint of a smile on his lips. you thanked him, introducing yourself a bit more formally.

as he left you heard a rambling of how you should meet someone named ada, but you would have to ask michael later.

you thanked polly for tea as michael insisted on showing you around the city beyond her parlor.

barely outside the door, he pulled you into a firm, but loving kiss.

“that was brilliant in there love, absolutely brilliant,” he emphasized with some additional, but brief, kisses.

you gave a cheeky wink in response, but nuzzled your head in his chest in slight embarrassment.

he grabbed your hand and you eventually left the embrace, headed onwards, ready to discover what the city had to offer.

“welcome to small heath love.”

“thank you for taking me to small heath, love.”

#michael gray x reader #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders fic #pb

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