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Chloé Zhao, who just won an Oscar for best director, writes fanfiction.

That's the kind of validation I needed in my life. Thank you, ma'am.

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Anthony Bourdain, 2000-2002

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"it will pass" is still the craziest response to someone saying "i love you" like he really gagged her a bit

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Impressing Thomas Shelby

A/N: Alright, here it is. I hope you all enjoy this. Also, this a scene mentioned in the one-shot I wrote called Devilment Mustn’t Win. You don’t have to read it to understand this one. 

Summary: Y/n wants revenge against the Lees; but Inspector Moss interrupts them before they can. 

Characters: Tommy Shelby, Inspector Moss, Finn Shelby, Polly Gray, Shelby!Reader

Warnings: language

Word Count: 1,590

Gif by @nofckingfighting

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last of the whiskey

pairing: tommy shelby x reader

warning: mild swearing, kind of a sex scene but nothing graphic

summary: it’s hard to say goodbye when neither you and tommy want to leave

After scrambling under ‘almost’ for years, Tommy had the world at his feet. Money to provide him with a luxury some spend their whole lives trying to acquire. Enemies that bent and broke under his pistol. And the company of any women he desired. But all that changed when he met you, prompting Tommy to reconsider all he had. He didn’t need such luxuries if you weren’t there to bathe in their glory. His enemies begging for second chances held no flavour if you weren’t there by his side. And the only woman Tommy ever wanted to lay beside was you. The high life he enjoyed meant nothing without the woman he loved.

And now, Tommy could sense time running out as he made his way into the office. Eyes like magnets drawn to the barely half-filled whiskey bottle. The bottle he specifically opened at the Garrison the following evening when he convinced you to share a drink with him. He kept the bottle ever since, only sharing the whiskey with you. Drinking it on the first night you two spent together, after you pleaded Tommy to fuck you over and over again until the sun rose. Or when he was shoulder deep in business, that bottle of whiskey calmed his unsteady frustrations. But now, alongside the clock ticking away, the whiskey was running out. Cruelly reminding Tommy your train would depart tomorrow at noon.

The lights flickered on, immersing your house in a subtle glow. You opened the door to find Tommy standing on your front step, determination and stubbornness ever-present in the Shelby.

“Tommy, what are you doing here?”.

He held up the whiskey, and you quickly noticed not a drop had been taken since the night you told Tommy you were leaving Birmingham two weeks ago. “We need to finish the bottle, love”.

“It’s late”.

“Then it’s a perfect time for a drink, eh”. He retorted, eyes locked on you, sending a shiver down your arms.

Standing aside to let him in, Tommy wasted no time making himself at home. Taking off his coat and pouring two glasses, you waited for him on the couch, legs tucked underneath. But as soon as Tommy took a seat, he sprawled your legs over his lap like he used to do whenever he would take a break from business and came to sit with you on his office couch as he admired you reading. You were adamant that you would read all the books littered on the shelves. He laughed at your ambitious goal but did not discourage you from achieving it.

“When’s your train?”. He asked, avoiding your gaze.

“You already know when it is”.

“Pretend I don’t”.

You softly exhaled, “It leaves tomorrow at noon”.

Tommy nodded. Running his hand up and down your leg, stopping a few inches above your knee, waiting for you to tell him he could venture further. When no such words came, Tommy sighed and finished the rest of his drink.

“Why are you here, Tommy?”.

“I told you, we need to finish the bottle”.

You removed your legs from his lap, moving closer but still leaving a gap in between his body and yours. “It’s just whiskey”.

“Not to me, love”.

“You coming here only makes leaving harder”. You softy muttered, placing the glass on the side table, having no appetite for such a strong drink.

In response, Tommy boldly pulled you onto his lap. You nervously swallowed the urge to kiss him as his eyes showed he did not come here for half-measures. He came with one purpose. Bringing his mouth closer to your parched lips, your body no longer listening to you. Instead, it moved to his touch, to his command.

“Until sunrise, you belong to me”. He ordered, taking you by the hand and leading you upstairs.

Tommy stared at the ceiling, one hand on his chest and the other resting on your lower back. He was elsewhere, taken adrift by his thoughts counting down the hours left. The last of the whiskey helped fight sleep throughout the night, but sometime during fucking each other dry, the bottle poured it’s last drop. And with the shadows slowly starting to disappear into the rising morning light, Tommy needed a strong drink. But the empty bottle lay discarded among the clothes scattered carelessly on the floor, leaving the Shelby sober.

“What’s that smile for, eh?”.

“Just remembering how I run into you at the Garrison”. You replied, tracing the tattoos on his arm and chest, lightly smiling to yourself.

He smiled too, “You spilled your drink on my expensive suit”.

“And within seconds, everyone in the Garrison fell deadly silent, waiting to see what the infamous Tommy Shelby would do”.

Both fell quiet, the light-hearted mood turning sombre with each memory recall. You went back to tracing Tommy’s sun tattoo on his chest, mumbling to yourself, unaware Tommy caught every word. "Maybe all were meant to be is an almost love”.

“I don’t believe that. Not for a fucking second”. He sternly replied. “We can be more. All you have to do is stay here with me”.

“I can’t. I need to go back home. Otherwise, my father will come for me and the last thing I want is for him to find out-”.

“You’ve been fucking a Shelby”. He smirked, leaving you riddled with another wave of insatiable lust.

“That I’ve fallen in love with a Shelby”.

Tommy brought his hand to your face, stroking your cheek with such care. You closed your eyes for a moment to memorize the way it felt to be touched by someone like Tommy. A man who has it all but would burn it down in a heartbeat if it meant you stayed in his arms. Pressing his lips to you, Tommy hovered above, desperately holding onto your curved body and attaching his lips to every inch of skin. You slowly forced yourself to look up, unable to contain a moan-filled gasp as Tommy pushed himself into you. The rhythm perfectly tuned. But that came as no surprise as bodies had been here dozen times before, and there was no need for introductions. Tommy had it all memorized, from your body movements to your moans informing him to push deeper or pull back to a steady pace. And you had it all engraved on your skin, from his fingerprints to the way his voice controlled how fast and how much pleasure washed over you. 

As you felt the pressure building, you heard Tommy grunt as he purposely slowed his thrusts despite his body urging him to reach the finish line. But his eyes glanced over to the clock, challenging the remaining few hours until sunrise.

“Don’t think about it, Tommy”. You whispered, turning his face away from the clock.

He grunted again, burying himself deeper. His lips moving down your neck with the sole intent of leaving his mark. You threw your head back, giving yourself over to Tommy for what you feared was the last time.

As the sun finally broke through the curtains, Tommy didn’t need to turn to know you weren’t lying beside him. He had heard you pick up your clothes and take your suitcase from the closet as you carefully walked out of the bedroom. And now, it was his turn to pick up his clothes, get dressed and conduct his business as he used to.

Upon making his way downstairs, your housekeeper - Dora - greeted him a good morning and handed him a box per your instruction before going about her cleaning duties. Attached was a note addressed to him in your handwriting - “Open it with your next love”. Tommy lifted the lid, revealing a bottle of whiskey nested inside. The same bottle he had shared with you, full once more.

Pressing his lips together, Tommy ran his thumb over the label and placed the whiskey on your drink tray, leaving the note beside it. As he proceeded to leave, the clock sitting on the fireplace mantel had painfully struck noon.

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men twice my age are so fucking fine

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You can be anything you wanna be. Remember, the saddest thing in life is wasted talent. You could have all the talent in the world, but if you don’t do the right thing, then nothing happens. But when you do right, guess what, good things happen.

Robert De Niro as Lorenzo Anello in A Bronx Tale (1993) dir. Robert De Niro

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Time to bully winter fans

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yaaaaasssss 😍

honey,

there is no right way (i)

summary || when you agree to be the feared mobster Bucky Barnes’ sugar baby, you expect to get enough money to pay your bills. what you don’t expect is to fall head over heels for him.

warnings || sugar baby au, mob! Bucky Barnes, unprotected sex, rough sex, violence, SMUT. ANGST. FLUFF. (the holy trinity). MINORS DNI.

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This chapter is short as life hasn’t been kind to me, but I’m trying to write and I hope you like this :)

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Bills. Bills. Bills.

One day — one fine day you’d get to live the life you’ve always dreamed of. And a part of that dream was to have enough money to not worry about paying bills on time. But that day was not today.

Your eyes skimmed over all the various mails informing you of the due dates and the amount to be paid. This was not new to you, it happened every month but each time you felt like leaving everything and going somewhere secluded.

With a dramatic sigh, you placed all the bills in a drawer and stacked them neatly in accordance to their due dates and shut it back. You’ll see what to do when the time came.

“Don’t worry.” You were jerked out of your thoughts when Wanda placed her warm hand on your shoulder. “I know you’ll do it, and I can always help you. You know that right?”

Wanda was your best friend and she knew you better than you knew yourself. She was well off and married to Vision, who had now become your friend too.

You knew Wanda would help you at any moment you asked, but you didn’t want to. You could, and you had to solve your problems by yourself.

You ran a small yet cute bakery and today you had to deliver a very big order for a grand party arranged by none other than Bucky Barnes. That man literally ran New York and you were super nervous if he would like your cupcakes and pastries and sandwiches.

It wasn’t his first time though, every morning his right hand man, Steve Rogers, came to your place to get a coffee. Apparently the mob boss didn’t trust anyone except his best friend to not poison his coffee.

Wanda, ever the best friend, had come over to help you prepare these delicacies. “Thank you Wanda. You’re the best. I’ve done this before and I’ll do it this time too.” You were very lucky to have Wanda in your life.

“I believe in you. Now let’s pack these sweet cakes before I gobble them down.” You both chuckled and got back to precisely placing everything in the boxes. Once it was done, you loaded them in your car and started towards your destination.

Once you reached, you couldn’t help but gawk at the magnificence of the house. It was absolutely huge and lavish and honestly the best house you’d ever seen.

The interior of the house was just as impressive as the exterior, expensive rugs and curtains, impressively comfortable couches and seats, and spectacular showpieces which were probably cost more than your house.

You hadn’t ever seen Bucky in person, but from what you had seen in pictures, he was dashingly handsome and the aura he exuded was absolutely commanding. He seemed very sure of himself and what he wanted, and probably that was what made him different from the rest.

The party was yet to begin, and you and Wanda were led to kitchen by a man named Walker as you carried the boxes in your hand. You both sighed with relief when you placed the boxes on the counter as the most dreaded order was finally complete.

“That’s all. Thank you for your service.” He replied in a practiced tone and then turned around and started to walk away. You passed Wanda a look. “You’re welcome. But what about the payment?”

“Your cakes getting served at Boss’ house is an honour itself. Be contended with that.” You stared at him with utter disbelief. “What the fuck do you mean by that? You’re not going to pay me?”

You had worked your ass off since early morning and had made preparations from even before and this man had the audacity to tell you that he wasn’t giving you your hard earned money.

“First of all, I won’t tolerate that tone with me. Lower your voice down. And second, I’m not going to pay you. Consider this a gift from your side to boss and just leave.”

There was not a single chance in hell that you were going to leave without your money. “But Steve always pays me. Where is Steve? I want to talk to him.” Steve was genuinely a good guy and you knew he’d help you.

“He doesn’t have time for some worthless things like these. Now go before I make you leave.” You clenched your teeth and formed fists with your hands. “You know what? I’ll sue you in court and then let’s see who wins.”

It was the worst threat you could give, but you didn’t have anything else. Wanda pulled your hand and call for your attention and mouthed a ‘let’s go.’ You stubbornly shook your head and refused.

“You are gonna sue me? And how are you gonna do that, you poor helpless thing? tsk tsk tsk. The judges are all on our payroll and they’ll make sure you’re the one who is ruined.” Walker said condescendingly.

Once he completed his ranting, a small wicked smile spread on your lips. You pulled out your phone from your pocket and held it in front of his face. “All that you just said is recorded right in this phone.”

Walker’s eyes widened, “Delete that.” He was visibly tense at your unexpected move. “I don’t think so.” Wanda was scared for her life while you had smugness written on your face.

He swiped his hand ahead to get a hold of your mobile but you swiftly put it behind your back. “Break it all you want but I’ve already forwarded it to my friends.”

“Listen to me you bitch, you better delete that, or else you won’t like what would happen next.” Though walker was threatening you, you could see sweat beginning to form at his temples.

“I could send this to your rivals and they’d love to screw you up as this is a clear proof of your illegal activities like bribing the judges in court. But I will definitely delete this if you pay me double my money. So the ball is in your court, you poor helpless thing.” You said repeating his words.

“Double? That’s impossible.” He said exasperated. “Okay then I’ll send it.” You pretended to scroll through your phone. “Okay wait. I’ll pay you. Delete that.”

“Fine.” Walker searched his wallet for a wad of cash and handed it over to you. You mock saluted him and showed him your phone devoid of any voice message and turned around to leave.

Once you and Wanda were out of that house, Wanda started yelling at you. “Were you out of your mind? You could’ve died there. Do you know who these people are?”

“Don’t worry Wanda, we are safe aren’t we? And I got double the money I was expecting! This is gonna pay a lot of my bills. And I didn’t record anything, that walker was a fool to believe my words. It was written across his face that he’s all talk no action.”

While you were happy with your little stunt, you were unaware of the amused eyes following your every move. A huge smile was gracing Bucky’s face as he looked at you from behind the curtains.

Bucky had been walking through his house with Steve at his side when he had heard a commotion coming from the kitchen. This party was important to him as it would strengthen his relations with Tony Stark and he wanted it to go smoothly.

Annoyed with whoever it was causing a ruckus in his house, he had walked up to the door with the intention of firing them. But then he’d heard what you were saying and stopped himself from going in further.

Bucky had ordered John Walker to see that today’s party went well. He had giving John enough money to pay for everything needed but what he hadn’t expected was for John to be such a bastard and pocket that money himself. Bucky wasn’t a man who forgave people and John was definitely going to get fired.

Bucky was honestly impressed with your quick wit; and that was saying something. He had met a lot of people from different walks of life and not many surprised him anymore, but you did.

Once you had left the kitchen, Bucky had followed quietly behind you. And for a moment even he had thought you had a recording until he heard you say otherwise to your friend.

“Who’s she?” Bucky finally asked Steve as he saw through his window as you and your friend left in your car. “She runs the bakery I get you bagels from every morning.”

Bucky still had a taste of your confectionaries on his tongue. He loved your baking but hadn’t thought even in his wildest dreams that you would be so beautiful and bright.

He saw the all encompassing fire burning in your eyes, and he craved it. “Find everything you can about her. And make everyone understand that she’s mine.”

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We also contacted a businessman in Chicago. He’s interested in moving into the liquor business in New York.

PEAKY BLINDERS ★ The Company (4.6)

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Behind The Scenes Of Peaky Blinders Season 2 With Cillian Murphy

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How do you want me?

In which Tommy reaches heaven and hell through the hands of the same woman

Warning: very NSFW/sub!Tommy under the cut

Tommy gasped when you bit his inner thigh, sat on the edge of the bed, his legs spreaded just enough for you to kneel between them, as if you were the one submitting to his orders.

On the contrary, the poor man mentally begged you to make the final question and finally give him his sweet release.

"Ready for the last one?" you tease, he's so ready precum is ruining his white underwear.

Tommy nods, clasping the sheets.

"Use words, love."

"Yeah, what is the question?"

"It's an easy one," you run your hands on his sides. "who do you belong to?"

"You, I belong to you."

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Peaky Blinders | Behind The Scenes Of Season 1

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happy 3k oml ndkdkxkxj i am gonna request for robert with the prompt If you weren't mine, I'd be jealous of your love. bc nfr is my favourite album and robert is my favourite man. possible creepy au with either robert being darling or vice versa or just sugar baby tings your decision (merge the two for beautiful chaos) feel free to not accept because writing is stressful and also not vibing with this request is valid.

Hailey, I almost cried out of happiness seeing this request. 🥺 I love this quote, this is my favourite Lana album and I'm recently obsessed with Robert. 😂

ROBERT FISCHER + "If you weren't mine, I'd be jealous of your love." prompt

TRIGGER WARNING: lowkey yandere content

WORD COUNT: 550

You were his and only his. No one else could have you, no one else could touch you or even look at you. It was an agreement, you had known about the rules from the beginning. He needed one person to be his own, one person to hold him at night, one person to cherish him. Most millionaires’ sons were cocky and proud but Robert was different. He was insecure and nervous – you were there to cheer him up. Because you needed money.

And you had known about the rules but you hadn’t known he’d get so obsessive. Like during the party hosted by his father. Of course you talked to other men, what were you supposed to tell them? Sorry, Mr. Fischer doesn’t allow me to talk to other men? That would be ridiculous.

“You’re crossing the line,” you snapped at him in the backseat of his limousine while playing with your bracelet nervously.

“The line? I am the one putting it, darling. I can’t cross it,” he smirked and put his hand on your knee. He started to be cocky around you, he thought he owed you no matter what he did. And when the whole world was treating him like shit, he needed someone to take it out on.

“I can leave you. I’ve saved enough money,” you drawled out suddenly and his smirk disappeared. You had a power over him – he was addicted to the love you were giving. Even if it was fake.

“No, you can’t,” his eyes widened as he suddenly became a lost little boy again. You liked that version of him much more.

Perhaps you even loved that version of him because you never meant your threats. It was true that you had saved enough money but you wouldn’t actually leave him.

“If you want me to stay, you can’t be so possessive. I don’t like that,” you explained with a sigh. “Just because I talk to someone, it doesn’t mean I like them more than you.”

Robert leaned in to put his head on your chest as his arms wrapped around your waist… tightly.

“If you weren't mine, I'd be jealous of your love…” he mumbled.

“But I am yours,” you assured him and played with his hair. “What are we?” you sighed. “What am I?”

“My girl…” he nuzzled his face in your cleavage.

“Other men don’t pay their girls to love them.”

“Other girls love their men truly,” he pointed out.

You hesitated for a moment, not knowing what to say. Should you finally reveal the truth? It would give him an advantage and you would lose the power. But if it was real love, was it even about power?

“What if I loved you for real, Robert?” you kissed his forehead and he looked up questioningly.

“I’ve never thought about it,” he admitted.

“Well, good, ‘cause I don’t,” you shrugged your arms and huffed.

“Don’t take it personal, darling. Men like me can’t love,” he whispered. “If I could, I’d choose you, I promise.”

“I know, Robert. That’s why I’ll stay,” you smiled at him sadly and caressed his cheek.

Men like him couldn’t love. They were just searching for assurance and affection they lacked but there was nothing but money they had to offer in return.

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