#Locks Heath

[hyperfixationsstation]

christen is so me actually

[ghostyboi3]

My brother dressed up as lock shock and barrel

Just to note this is one person

And yes my mom put this whole thing together in less than a week

[jermanate]

you simply have to feel strongly either way I don’t think anyone can completely love both at the same time

[henryleo82001]

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[ore-suki]

Reclaiming Restful Nights: My Experience with Prostastream Supplements

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[werewolfsmile]

The Belgian Recon Job

Honestly can't believe I managed to write this thing, but here it is! Just a one-shot for now with the potential for more chapters to be added. Check out this Eliot-backstory fic, as told from Toby's perspective, here.

Toby Heath enjoys his life as a top chef for prestigious restaurants. But when a late-night chance encounter brings him face to face with his own mortality, he has a choice: Fight for his life against an assassin Or Try something else entirely.

[wildfloweronwheels]

just thinking about “me locking myself in my house for years” and “left me alone at the house by the heath” and “now I seem to be scared to go outside” vs taylor out for dinner, posting photos, football games, golf courses, public events, baseball in stadiums with her boyfriend, vibing at coachella like 🥹

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Reference: Topographical Elements

Ideas for Naming your Fictional Places

Buildings and stones brough, burton, caster, church, cross, kirk, mill, minster, stain, stone, wark ⚜ Examples: Crossthwaite, Felixkirk, Newminster, Staines, Whitchurch

Coastline features ey, holme, hulme, hythe, naze, ness, port, sea ⚜ Examples: Bardsey, Greenhithe, Sheerness, Southport, Southsea

Dwellings and farms barton, berwick, biggin, bold, by, cote, ham, hampstead, hamton, house, scale, sett, stall, thorpe, toft, ton, wick ⚜ Examples: Fishwick, Newham, Potterton, Westby, Woodthorpe

Fields and clearings combe, croft, den, ergh, field, ham, haugh, hay, ing, land, lease, lock, meadow, rick, ridding, rode, shot, side, thwaite, wardine, worth, worthy ⚜ Examples: Applethwaite, Cowden, Smallworthy, Southworth, Wethersfield

General locations and routes bridge, ford, gate, ing, mark, path, stead, stoke, stow, street, sty, way ⚜ Examples: Epping, Horsepath, Longford, Ridgeway, Stonebridge, Streetly

Hills and slopes bank, barrow, borough, breck, cam, cliff, crook, down, edge, head, hill, how, hurst, ley, ling, lith, mond, over, pen, ridge, side, tor ⚜ Examples: Barrow, Blackdown, Longridge, Redcliff, Thornborough, Windhill

Rivers and streams batch, beck, brook, burn, ey, fleet, font, ford, keld, lade, lake, latch, marsh, mere, mouth, ore, pool, rith, wade, water, well ⚜ Examples: Broadwater, Fishlake, Mersey, Rushbrooke, Saltburn

Woods and groves bear, carr, derry, fen, frith, greave, grove, heath, holt, lea, moor, oak, rise, scough, shaw, tree, well, with, wold, wood ⚜ Examples: Blackheath, Hazlewood, Oakley, Southwold, Staplegrove

Valleys and hollows bottom, clough, combe, dale, den, ditch, glen, grave, hole, hope, slade ⚜ Examples: Cowdale, Denton, Greenslade, Hoole, Longbottom, Thorncombe

NOTE

These elements are all found in many different spellings. Old English beorg ‘hill, mound’, for example, turns up as bar-, berg-, -ber, -berry, -borough, and -burgh. Only one form is given above (Thornborough).

Several items have the same form, but differ in meaning because they come from different words in Old English. For example, -ey has developed in different ways from the two words ea ‘river’ and eg ‘island’. It is not always easy deciding which is the relevant meaning in a given place name.

This resource does not distinguish between forms which appear in different parts of a place name. Old English leah ‘forest, glade’, for example, sometimes appears at the beginning of a name (Lee- or Leigh-), sometimes at the end (-leigh, -ley), and sometimes alone (Leigh) (K. Cameron, 1961).

Source ⚜ More: Word Lists ⚜ Notes & References ⚜ Worldbuilding

[gardenwalrus]

Anyway, this new song ['Fuh You'] is really called "Fuck You," right? "Not at all! I mean, if you're lucky, when you're creating you can have some fun. This song was coming to a close and we were just getting a bit hysterical in the studio, as you do when you're locked away for long hours, and I said, 'Well, I'll just say, "I just wanna shag you."' And we had a laugh. And I said, 'No, I'll tell you what we can do is, I can make it questionable as to what it is I'm singing.' So the actual lyrics are You make me wanna go out and steal / I just want to fuck you or …I just want it for you." It's a schoolboy prank. Which we did a lot in the Beatles. And it brings some joy to your tawdry little life. If you listen to it, I don't actually say 'fuck,' because I don't particularly want to say 'I just want to fuck you'—I've got, like, eight grandchildren."

- Paul McCartney, interview with Chris Heath for GQ magazine (2018)

[mydear-corinthian]

Bait || Shelby family x reader

Synopsis: Reader went out partying and the Shelby family's enemy attacked her. Pairing: Shelby family x sister! reader Warnings: ANGST w/ comfort, reader gets injured badly, mentions of blood, stabbing, and violence, swearing Notes: rushed :C, gif is mine Click here to find the MAIN Masterlist Click here to find the PEAKY BLINDERS Masterlist

It was just a usual night in Small Heath. Due to the boredom, you decided to go outside and maybe have a little fun.

You dressed up. A long gold dress decorated your body. A feathered hat decorated your head. And a few pearl jewelry shined your neck, arms, and ears. Grabbing your gold colour purse, you exited your room, spiraling down the wooden stairs of your family's house.

As you went down, Polly saw you. "Where you going, love?" she asked, smiling.

Grabbing a cigarette stick, you placed it on your lips, leaning to Polly as your aunt was also about to light her long black stick of the cancerous stick. "Party, Aunt Pol. I'm getting bored staying in this house," you replied, your cigarette finally lit.

The matriarch of the family took a puff of her cigarette, her serious eyes locked on yours. 

"Where? Who's going with you?" Polly asked.

"Oh, Aunt Pol.., I'll be fine. It's just 2 streets away from here. I'll be home at 2 am."

"Take care and enjoy love," she smiled, opening the door of the house's entrance, allowing you to exit the house.

<>

The only real issue was that you were wearing heels on the short walk from the house to the party location. Warm lights and vehicles adorned the spacious mansion. The estate was packed with elegantly dressed people in suits. You headed straight to the mansion's bar as soon as you got there and ordered a drink for yourself. Your heels reverberated against the bar's porcelain tiles. Men made up the majority of the crowd, and they were all too busy chatting, drinking, and trying to find women to satisfy their lusts.

"Whiskey, please," you ordered. You sat down just in front of the barman, glancing at everyone while waiting for your drink.

There were a few faces, you knew them because of your brother, Tommy and some were rich clients from the betting shop.

Finally, the barman gently placed a glass of whiskey in front of you. "Your drink, Madam."

You thanked him, picked up the glass, and sipped, letting the alcohol wash over your mouth. After placing a couple more drink orders, you made your way to the dance floor and started to dance energetically to the loud music being played. You moved your hips in time with the song's tune. You're waving your arms in the air. As you danced with the women, the dance floor was filled with a chorus of woos and laughs. Drinks were chugged into your system in tremendous amounts.

<>

You excused yourself and your new friends to go the restroom after a few hours of nonstop drinking and dancing. You were relieved that after eating at your place for a few hours, despite having numerous drinks, you were sober. You reapplied your clothing and your cherry lipstick as you straightened your hair in front of the big mirror. It's almost two, you realize as you glance at your pocket watch. Because you're the kind of person who takes responsibility seriously, is mature, and always arrives on time, Polly wasn't concerned about you going out late to party. After gathering your belongings, you put them back into your golden handbag and head out of the bathroom.

Finally saying goodbye to your new girlfriends, your heels found their way to the mansion's exit. Since you were sober already, you decided to take a walk back home.

As you walk through the dark streets of Birmingham, you cannot help but feel uneasy. You felt like you weren't alone at all. You felt that someone or somebody was following you.

And you were right.

Reaching for your pocket gun, you tried to protect yourself from the person who was following you by looking over your shoulder. You were too late, though. You were forcefully grabbed by two men, one of whom disarmed your gun. You were trapped against the wall by two rough pairs of arms, your head hitting the rocky concrete. Particularly on your stomach, you felt something cold and sharp graze your flesh, and the pain eventually got intolerable.

"What the fuck do you want!" you panted weakly, feeling a warm liquid drip on the side of your stomach.

"Just.. sending a message to your git brother," the low Irish accent sent shivers down your spine.

Campbell.

On the other hand, Polly was at the dining table, a cigarette in her hand as she watched the clock tick.

It was already past 2 and she started to get worried. You always come home on time - not even a minute late.

Polly hurriedly went to the telephone and dialed Tommy's number, her fingers shivering.

"Hello?"

"Tommy,"

"Pol? Why are you calling at this hour?"

"I-it's (y/n). She's not home yet and I'm starting to get worried. Oh God, Tommy. What if something happened to her?" Polly stammered, holding the telephone pole tightly.

"Not at home? I'll call John and Arthur." Tommy replied before ending the call.

<>

You tried to move and get out from their touch but due to the injury that you had, you were getting weaker.

"Tell your fucking boss to fuck off!" you hollered, heaving due to the pain down your stomach.

Punches rained down on you so hard you were gasping for air and screaming in pain as two strong fists crashed into your stomach and chest. Every blow sent waves of pain through your body, causing your legs to buckle and your breath to come in short, frantic gasps. Every strike was brutal, breaking your will and power in the process.

During the cruel assault, a fresh, burning pain suddenly appeared in your abdomen. Compared to previous experiences, this feeling was sharper and stronger. Frightened, you looked down to see the sparkle of a blade pressing against your body again. The man with the knife was cautious, taking his time as he carved the initials "C.C" into your flesh. The letters were an endless source of pain and abuse burned into your mind.

Dizziness was starting to get worse and worse but you paid no mind as you built up all of your strength to get up and grab your gun that was thrown on the cold hard bricks of the dark alley. Your cold fingertips pulled the trigger, emptying the bullet chamber by shooting them non-stop.

Two bodies were now on the cold floor, both lifeless, and their blood pooling out of their bodies, mixing with the hard concrete.

"You don't fuck with the Peaky Blinders."

Taking a deep breath at what happened, you stood up but moaned in pain after you felt the cuts and bruises all over your body. Looking down at your stomach, your dress was slit and filled with your blood.

"Jesus Christ," you muttered. Leaving your bag alone and limply walked back to the house.

Every step was a painful fight and the walk seemed to go on forever. Your back was laden with weight, and the pressure turned your spine into a throbbing rod of agony. Your single shoe scraped the uneven sidewalk, causing sharp pains to shoot through your leg with each step. As you struggled to remain straight the world around you became hazy and wobbly, and your vision became less sharp at the edges. You could feel consciousness sliding away, hovering on the edge of darkness, and every breath was a strained gasp. If you returned home without passing out, you were quite lucky.

Thankfully, you did.

Your bloodied palm opened the silver-colored knob, twisting it, and opened the door with all of your might.

There Polly was, looking at you with widened eyes. She ran towards you immediately, checking up on you.

"Dear God (y/n)! What happened to you?!"

Your body became weak due to a lack of strength in your muscles. You had a really pale face. Your dress was stained and damaged by your blood, and your hair is disheveled. Your aunt's voice fades more and further, the walls in your head beginning to swirl. After that, all you could see was darkness.

Polly caught you before your head contact with the wooden floor. Your arm limped on her touch.

The whole Shelby family including Michael, arrived at the doorstep, looking at the scene in front of them with their eyes locked and widened.

"Help me out here!"

As Polly commanded, everyone went inside. Tommy, John, and Arthur carried you gently before placing you on the dinner table that was filled with glasses and plates. Tommy removed the items on the table before Arthur placed you there. Michael and Ada quickly grabbed the first aid kit that was inside the kitchen room's wooden cabinet.

When Polly teared up your dress, she gasped.

"C.C.. Fucking Campbell," Polly's voice hissed, seeing the carved initials on your stomach, bleeding harshly.

Your breaths started to get faint and weaker, your body started to get cold.

"Stay with me, (y/n)," Ada whispered between sobs as she watched Polly do something with your wounds and help her aunt hand out the supplies that she needed.

"Fuck.. Fuck!" Tommy shouted, walking in circles as he rubbed his temples harshly.

"Arthur, John, Finn, Michael, find Campbell immediately!" he ordered.

"Bring me back his fucking head."

Michael and the brothers moved quickly, their actions a blur of rage and anger. They took immediate action after realizing this. With a mixture of terror and determination, their hands trembled as they took out their firearms from their pockets. The icy steel of the weapons was comforting, a guarantee of justice for the wrongs done.

They left the home without saying anything, the wooden door slamming shut behind them with a loud crash. They were barely aware of the sharp, biting night air. Their only thought was to locate the person who was responsible for this. 

"She isn't even part of this fucking shit and yet she was targeted,"

Polly's eyes shot daggers with Tommy's blue orbs while her hands focused on healing up the wounds all over your stomach.

"You better fucking catch him, Tommy."

As soon as Polly's done patching you up, she stormed out in front of her nephew, disappointed at him.

"I'll look out for (y/n). You heard Aunt Pol, catch that bastard," Ada said, fixing up the used cotton and alcohol before throwing it out.

Tommy sighed as he exited the house. Looking for the man who did this to you.

<>

You woke up with the sunlight beaming on you. Looking at your surroundings, you noticed where you were right away.

Slowly, you tried getting up but your body fell again, moaning in pain.

"Easy, (y/n). Don't move, your wounds are still fresh," Ada said, slowly guiding your back to allow you to lie down comfortably.

"A-Ada, I was so scared... I didn't know what was going on.."

Your eyes were starting to get wet until tears were dropping down your cheeks as you recalled what happened last night.

You were so traumatized. You didn't want to remember again. 

And that time, you knew that remembering is a curse.

"You're safe now, love. We're here now," Polly said, her arms locked with yours, giving you a comforting smile.

The door opened, and your brothers were there.

They immediately greeted you and asked how you were.

"God, love. I'm sorry that happened to you," your oldest brother, Arthur, said, gently combing your hair with his rough fingertips.

"It's okay, Arthur. I'm fine now,"

"We got him already," Finn remarked.

The gang leader showed up, his coat hanging on the chair. His footsteps echoed in the room as he approached you, placing his palms on your head.

"How are you now?" he asked, sighing.

"Fucking scared, Tom. I nearly died! This is fucked up."

"I know, (y/n). I know."

Polly stood up in the middle of the small argument, shutting the both of you. Her fists curl up like a ball, her brows knit together.

"Let her rest first, Tom. She had enough already," she said.

"I'm sorry," he apologized softly before exiting the house.

Tommy felt simply anger and guilt. Even though his sister isn't involved in the business, she was the one targeted. She's currently in there getting better from the physical and emotional trauma she recently went through.

"You're safe now, love." Polly gave you a comforting smile before asking the other Shelby siblings for breakfast. 

"Thank you, Aunt Pol."

[zablife]

Silver Fox

Tommy Shelby x female reader

A/N: Something I penned to rid myself of writer's block! A fun bit of smut inspired by Tommy's new look for the upcoming film. 🔞

The man across the room looked familiar, the proud posture and energetic gait the same as you remembered from years ago. However, the locks of silver hair that fell across his forehead were decidedly changed. The last time you saw Thomas Shelby, it was nothing more than salt and pepper. Had it really been such a long time? you wondered.

As you contemplated the years since you'd had him in your bed, he materialized before you with two glasses of champagne. "Care to have a drink with an old friend?" he asked with a smirk.

"Is that what we are?" you asked coyly, hand outstretched to receive the crystal flute he extended like a peace offering.

"I hope so," he winked, raising his glass toward you.

"To old friends, then," you agreed with a smile. It was all too easy to be swept along by his charm, especially as the fizzy bubbles on your tongue went to your head. Soon you found yourself nodding enthusiastically at his invitation to take the party somewhere more private.

As he placed a large hand to the small of your back, you fooled yourself into believing he was only after a bit of political advice. In his early days in Parliament, he often sought your council in addition to Ada's.

However, the moment the door to his hotel room closed, neither of you could pretend any longer. As he pressed you against the back of the door for a smoldering kiss, the spark reignited between you grew to a blazing inferno.

"I missed you, Tommy," you mumbled against his plush lips, hand sliding down the front of his neatly pressed trousers.

"I've missed you too, darling," he whispered, nimble fingers unbuttoning your blouse to reveal your heaving chest.

Your hands traveled up his neck and laced into the silky strands of hair you'd been admiring, a chuckle leaving your lips.

Raising his head from your bosom with an amused look and quirked brow, he asked, "Something funny?"

"Thomas Shelby is a mortal man after all," you exclaimed, fingers carding through his thick head of hair and holding the graying ends to the light. Something about him had always seemed infallible and eternal, but he was now wearing the proof of his age.

The man once known as the Devil of Small Heath chuckled in reply. "Just an ordinary man," he admitted with paradoxical smugness, teeth grazing over a pert nipple.

You gasped as he began to suck, fingers tightening in his hair to hold him in place. "Nothing about you has ever been ordinary," you mused, the ache between your thighs growing as you recalled his skill in the bedroom.

As though reading your mind, his long fingers ventured beneath your skirt to brush against your clothed core. Inhaling sharply at the wetness collecting on the front of your underwear, he lifted his head back to your full lips intent on hearing every sound when he pulled the delicate fabric aside to trace his fingertip around your clit.

You grazed the tip of your nose against his playfully as you wondered, "Think you've still got it?"

He nodded against your soft skin in reply, too consumed by you to speak.

"Then fuck me like you used to," you begged wantonly in his ear.

"Mmmm, you're as naughty as I remember," his deep voice rumbled against your chest in approval. Fingers plunging into your waiting heat, he smirked as your hands came unclasped and fell to his shoulders. As he stroked your g-spot, you grappled for purchase at the intense sensation. You'd never been able to stave off your first orgasm long this way. He knew from the numerous times he'd made you cum while his colleagues waited behind his office door.

Eyes drifting to the mirror in the corner, you watched his muscular arm tense beneath the white cotton shirt as he pleasured you. He might have been a bit older, but his body still looked like that of a younger man and you couldn't wait to tear the fabric from his body to see every chiseled line. With that thought, you rocked your hips into the palm of his hand, eager to release the coil pulling taught in your abdomen.

Sensing you were close from the way your cunt began to throb around his digits, Tommy dropped to his knees before you and slid a hand behind your ass. Pulling you closer to his eager mouth, he lapped at your little bud to keep you on edge.

This was also something you remember about him, the teasing which could go on for hours. There was no way you were lasting that long now. You swung a leg over his shoulder, hand flying to his head to silently urge him for more.

"Going to be greedy, are we?" he hummed, holding you away from him with a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Please...need you, Tommy," you panted, so close to release you could feel your clit throbbing.

"Since you asked so nicely," he agreed, fingers scissoring inside you to produce a loud squelching that made you shiver from the obscene sound. His mouth soon joined, pillowy lips closing over your clit as he began to suck.

That was all it took to release a crashing wave of tingly warmth throughout your entire body. Head thrown back in ecstasy, you felt your body quake in little spasms as he continued to fuck you through it.

"That's it, good girl," he praised in a low voice dripping with need.

You looked down between your legs to find him placing a chaste kiss to your mound. Little glimmers of light winked back at you from his crown of silver hair, though you couldn't be sure if it was the delicious haze of pleasure still sparkling in your vision.

Sweeping the fringe from his face to watch him pepper your thighs and belly with kisses, you tried to calm your breathing for round two. "You haven't changed a bit," you huffed out with a laugh.

"I've only gotten better with age, love," he assured you with a cocky grin.

"Show me," you challenged, though you didn't doubt it at all.

[bruhnze]

Vacationnn part 2 - Lucy x Ona

Summary: Lucy wants to go to the Philippines and Ona agrees to go there over Christmas break.

Warnings: Smut, smut, smut, they are madly in love, smut. Minors DNI. Fanfiction.

Words: ~4k

Written based on a request from @pinkygirl28 <3.

Part one can be found here.

As they left the beach, neither of them said a word, the tension between them hung thick in the air.

The short walk to the villa was filled with quick glances and teasing touches, both of them were still in their bikinis, too worked up to had bothered getting dressed. Their skin was sun-kissed warm from the beach.

When they stepped into the little backyard of their private villa, Ona immediately made her way over to the outdoor shower, turning on the water to wash the sand from her feet.

Lucy dropped the tote bag and towels onto the table, kicking off her flip-flops. Her gaze locked onto Ona, standing there in just her bikini. The sight made her pulse quicken, and any patience she had left was gone.

Without a word, Lucy moved up behind Ona, her hands already on her hips as she pressed her body against her girlfriend’s.

The cool water from the shower hit them both by this action, but Lucy didn’t care. She could only focus on the feel of Ona beneath her touch. The way her skin felt against hers.

Ona braced herself against the wall of the shower, chuckling in surprise as the cold stream hit her, but her laughter faded when Lucy’s lips found her neck.

The heat of Lucy’s mouth contrasted against the cool water, making Ona shiver. She could feel Lucy’s hands roaming her body, exploring every inch of her skin, her touch sending sparks of anticipation through her.

The chuckling stopped completely when Ona felt Lucy’s eager fingers untie her bikini top. The fabric slipped away, discarded carelessly onto the ground.

Lucy’s hands slid over Ona’s bare chest now, her mouth trailing kisses down her back, grazing her teeth along her shoulders. Ona’s breath hitched, her fingers gripping the wall a little tighter as Lucy's touch became more desperate.

Her hands moved to squeeze Ona’s hips, pulling her impossibly close, the water streaming down both their bodies as the tension grew. Ona arched her back slightly, the feeling of Lucy pressed against her ass making her pulse race.

The cool shower did little to dampen the heath between them. Lucy’s breath was hot against Ona’s neck, her lips grazing the skin there as her fingers slid up, cupping Ona’s breasts again. She squeezed gently, her thumbs teasing across Ona’s nipples.

Ona let out a soft gasp, her head tilting back as she leaned into Lucy's touch.

One of Lucy’s hands slid down, teasing its way lower over Ona’s stomach before finally dipping between her legs. Ona's breath hitched as Lucy's fingers explored her, moving with a slow, deliberate touch that had her knees threatening to give out.

Lucy’s lips found Ona’s ear, her teeth gently tugging at her earlobe as her fingers continued their teasing, earning a groan from Ona as she dipped at her entrance.

"Mm, I’ve barely even touched you," Lucy murmured, her voice thick with desire as her fingers felt just how wet Ona was. "What’s gotten you so worked up, then?" she teased, her lips grazing Ona’s skin before nipping playfully.

Lucy’s attitude had Ona’s body trembling, her hips instinctively pressing back against her girlfriend.

Ona’s breath was ragged now, and the teasing was almost too much to bear. She wanted more. Needed more. "Luce," she panted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want.. ‘’

Lucy slightly pulled back, ‘’hm, what do you want love?’’

‘’I want the strap." The barely audible words left Ona’s lips with a mixture of urgency and need, her body arching into Lucy’s touch.

Lucy froze for a moment, letting the request sink in, her grip tightening on Ona’s hips. Gently, she turned her around to face her, their eyes locking. The look in her eyes was primal, filled with a hunger that was mirrored in Ona’s own gaze.

Their lips collided in a heated kiss, tongues tangling as they stumbled back towards the villa.

The intensity of the kiss deepened, hands gripping, bodies pressing closer, neither of them able to get enough.

As they shuffled towards the glass door, Lucy’s hand reached for the handle, but it didn’t budge. It was locked.

"Fuck," Lucy muttered, breaking away from Ona, her breath ragged. She shot a glance at the tote bag where the keys were before sprinting over to it.

She turned it upside down, letting the contents spill out onto the table.

She grabbed the key and made her way back, fumbling with the lock as Ona followed, pressing light kisses along Lucy’s bare shoulder, her damp skin cool against Lucy’s warmth.

"Why the fuck did we even go to the beach?" Lucy muttered under her breath, frustration and desire flooding her.

Ona smirked against her back. "I don't know either," she whispered, her voice laced with anticipation.

The door finally clicked open, Lucy pushed it wide open, pulling Ona inside with a gentle but firm tug.

Without hesitation, Ona slipped out of her bikini bottoms, letting the damp fabric fall to the floor. Her skin, still glistening from the shower, caught by the sunlight shining through the villa as she moved toward their suitcases.

Lucy watched after her, tugging her own bikini off as she stepped closer, the sound of the wet fabric hitting the floor barely registering. She couldn't help but admire Ona’s body, it took everything in her not to reach out for immediately.

When Ona turned around, strap in hand, Lucy stepped closer, closing the space between them with a kiss that was slower this time. It was more intentional.

The urgency was still there, but now that they were exactly where they wanted to be, it was more beneath the surface.

They both knew what was coming, and neither wanted to rush it.

"Been thinking ‘bout this," Lucy murmured against Ona's lips, her breath warm and ragged.

Ona hummed into the kiss, her fingers brushing Lucy’s jawline as she whispered, "mhm yo también."

They shared a quiet look before Lucy stepped into the harness, it felt as if they’d just done this just yesterday as Ona helped adjust the straps without a struggle. But it had been weeks ago. Their fingers grazed each other, the lightest touch sending sparks between them.

Ona grabbed the bottle of lube, squeezing some onto the strap. Her eyes stayed locked on Lucy’s as she spread it slowly, almost teasingly, even though Lucy couldn’t feel it.

Lucy instinctively moved her hips, thrusting into Ona’s hands with a playful smirk.

Biting her lip, Ona watched the motion, hunger sharpening in her gaze. Her breathing quickened as she leaned in to kiss Lucy’s neck, her hands sliding to Lucy’s hips, pulling her even closer.

They kissed again, slower this time. Ona felt the coated strap between them, pressed up against her stomach, her body was trembling from anticipation as the tension built between them impossibly more.

As their kiss deepened, Ona pulled back just enough to catch her breath, her forehead resting against Lucy's. Her voice came out low, almost a plea. "Luce, fuck,’’ she breathed, ‘’want you."

Lucy’s heart skipped a beat, her heartbeat pounding through her whole body at how turned on she was. The state of her girlfriend was turning her on incredibly. She held Ona’s gaze.

"Fuck," Lucy whispered back, ‘’your fucking incredible Ona, I want you always,’’ her voice barely audible.

Ona didn’t need any more encouragement. She gave Lucy one last lingering kiss, her lips trailing down Lucy’s neck before finally pulling away. She gave Lucy one last look, her eyes dark with want, before turning and crawling onto the bed.

She positioned herself at the edge, back arched, legs parted. Ona's body was buzzing with desire, the air thick with it, every breath heavy with anticipation. She was soaked, so turned on that she couldn’t think straight anymore. She could only think about Lucy. Lucy fucking her. Filling her.

Lucy approached her with a mix of caution and hunger, her fingers trailing gently along Ona’s back, down to the curve of her hips. She could feel how tense Ona was, the way her body trembled with need.

Slowly, Lucy’s hand dipped lower, her fingers finding Ona's heat. She traced teasing circles, feeling Ona’s slickness against her fingertips, causing a low moan to escape Ona’s lips.

"God, I missed you," Lucy whispered, her voice thick with longing as she pressed her fingers inside.

Ona's head dropped forward, her hands gripping the bed as her breath caught in her throat. The slow, teasing rhythm of Lucy's fingers left her trembling.

As Lucy continued, her own breathing quickened, feeling Ona move against her hand. She bit her lip, savoring every little sound Ona made.

When Ona’s moans grew more insistent, Lucy reluctantly pulled her hand away.

She reached for the strap, and as she took it in her hand, she kept her eyes on Ona, whose body was practically humming with need. She looked so ready for her.  

Finally Lucy pressed the strap gently against Ona’s slick heat, savoring the way she shuddered beneath her. Then, slowly, she eased inside, watching as Ona’s head dropped forward again, letting out a breathless moan.

The stretch was perfect, Ona felt full, but not overwhelmed. Her eyes fluttered shut, her lips parting in a silent gasp as Lucy began to move, her hips falling into a slow, steady rhythm.

Lucy’s hands tightened on Ona's hips, pulling her closer with every thrust.

One hand slid up, tracing the curve of Ona’s spine until it reached her neck. A surge of possessive desire rushed through Lucy. She needed to see her girlfriend's face. "Let me see you," Lucy murmured, her voice rough.

But Ona didn’t turn her head. Her focus was on matching Lucy’s rhythm, the pleasure pulsing through her body too consuming to pull away from.

Lucy slowed down, her hips grinding into Ona’s before she pulled out, gently maneuvering her to turn around.

"C’mere," Lucy whispered, her lips capturing Ona’s again in a kiss. The kiss brought Ona back to herself, her mind clearing just enough to let her hands roam over Lucy’s body.

When they finally pulled apart, Ona’s breathing was ragged, her pupils blown with lust. "Quiero.. to.. uh, ride you," she whispered, her voice heavy with need.

Lucy grinned, crawling onto the bed and leaning back against the pillows. She could definitely get behind Ona's plan—or under it, this time.

Ona straddled her hips, positioning herself over Lucy’s strap, her eyes locked onto Lucy’s as she slowly sank down onto her, taking her in inch by inch.

The sensation was intense, and Lucy’s hands found Ona’s hips, gripping tightly as she felt Ona begin to move. Ona’s hips danced, the rhythm building with every passing second.

Her body swayed above Lucy, her breasts bouncing with every movement, and Lucy couldn’t tear her eyes away from the sight of her.

Ona’s back arched as she rode Lucy harder, her moans growing louder as she settled into a steady rhythm. Lucy’s hands moved from her hips, gliding up to cup Ona’s breasts, her fingers teasing her nipples.

Ona’s head tilted back in response, her movements becoming even more desperate as the pleasure overwhelmed her.

"Fuck, you’re driving me crazy," Lucy groaned, her voice thick with lust. She could feel the tension building in Ona’s body, the way her breath hitched and her movements became erratic. ‘’Y’Look so fucking gorgeous.’’

Unable to resist, Lucy sat up slightly, her arms wrapping around Ona, pulling her body closer. She wanted to feel every inch of her, their slick skin pressing together as Ona moved against her.

Lucy's lips found Ona’s neck, kissing and biting gently as Ona’s movements grew more frantic. Ona’s moans were music to Lucy’s ears, each sound sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core.

As Ona rode her, her hips moving in perfect sync with Lucy's thrusts, she could feel the orgasm building inside her, the heat coiling tight in her belly.

One of Lucy’s hands held her waist, guiding her movements, while the other hand reached between their bodies, finding her clit. Bringing Ona closer and closer to the edge.

When Ona finally came, it was like a big wave crashing over her. Her whole body trembled as her orgasm hit, a loud, guttural moan escaping her lips as she buried her face in Lucy’s neck.

Lucy held her, helping her ride it out, drawing out the pleasure as long as possible.

Ona’s body shuddered with each wave of pleasure, her nails digging into Lucy’s shoulders as she rode out the high. Lucy whispered soft praises into her ear, her own body buzzing with the intensity of the moment.

When Ona finally collapsed against Lucy’s chest, completely spent, both of them were breathing hard, their bodies no longer just damp from the shower, glistened with a layer of sweat.

They laid back. Lucy, tracing gentle circles along Ona's skin as they both caught their breath. Ona’s cheek was pressed to Lucy’s chest, their bodies were warm from the intensity that had just passed.

"How are you feeling?" Lucy asked softly, her fingers trailing along Ona's back in lazy patterns.

Ona didn’t speak at first, only responding with a few soft kisses to Lucy’s neck. She hummed contentedly, her hand resting on Lucy’s stomach.

"Perfect, increïble." Ona eventually murmured, her voice low and drowsy.

Lucy smiled. "How are your legs, though?" she asked, a playful edge to her voice.

Ona groaned softly, lifting her head with a confused look. "Why?"

A mischievous glint sparkled in Lucy's eyes. "If you want.. I want´´ She trailed off, her voice dropping to a low whisper. ´´Uhm, if you’re not too tired yet..."

Ona blinked, her lips curving into a smile. Before Lucy could continue, she leaned in for a kiss.

She shifted, sitting up just enough to get off the strap. She whimpered at the empty feeling but didn’t break the kiss.

Soon Ona’s heath pressed against Lucy's thigh, a soft grind of her hips making Lucy’s breath catch.

"I want you to sit on my face," Lucy whispered, her voice thick with desire as she urged Ona gently, her hands on Ona pulling her towards her already.

Ona bit her lips watching Lucy for a second, before moving up and settling herself over Lucy’s face.

Lucy had missed this, missed having Ona in this way. Her hands gripped Ona's hips, guiding her. She was dying to taste her again.

Ona’s soft gasps and moans filled the air, and Lucy felt the tension coil inside herself too, every sensation of Ona's body above hers driving her wild. Her sounds, her taste, how she felt. She was sure she had the sexiest girlfriend on earth.

As Ona moved, Lucy’s own need built, but she wanted to focus on her girlfriend first.

Ona’s fingers tangled in Lucy's hair, pulling her even closer as she teetered on the edge, breathless and trembling.

When Ona came again, Lucy slowed her movements, allowing her to ride out the pleasure, although her own need was taking over her mind. Ona hovered above her, chest heaving, lost in the aftermath of her orgasm.

Lucy’s hand slid down to her own body, the ache too intense to ignore. She unclipped one side of the harness, reaching for her clit. A low groan escaped her lips as she began to circle it, her breath hitching.

She felt a little bit like she was suffocating, but everything felt too good to do anything about it.

Ona, still catching her breath, glanced down at Lucy, noticing the struggle in her expression, the way her body tensed. She moved aside, settling against the headboard.

A smirk tugged at Ona’s lips as she noticed Lucy was touching herself, her girlfriend’s body trembling, heels digging into the mattress. The sight of Lucy lost in her own pleasure was mesmerizing.

Not even two minutes passed before Lucy’s body stiffened, her back arching as a strangled moan broke from her throat.

Ona stayed quiet, letting the moment linger, until Lucy finally opened her eyes, her hand falling away as her body sagged into the bed.

"Couldn’t wait?" Ona teased, chuckling softly, brushing a few damp strands of hair from Lucy’s face.

Lucy, still hazy from her release, blinked up at her. "You do things to me."

Ona chuckled, kneeling beside her as she removed the harness from Lucy's body. Her lips trailed after her fingers, leaving soft kisses along Lucy’s stomach and thighs.

Lucy parted her legs slightly in invitation, her breath hitching at the soft kisses Ona trailed lower. "Fuck Ona.’’

Ona took her time, savoring the moment. Lucy’s body trembled beneath her touch, still sensitive from her recent release, every nerve heightened.

When Ona’s tongue finally found its mark, Lucy’s back arched off the bed, a gasp escaping her lips as her hand instinctively reached down, threading through Ona’s hair, holding her close.

Lucy took control, her hips moving in rhythm, grinding against Ona’s mouth with a desperate need. Their bodies worked in perfect sync, both of them chasing a second high for Lucy.

The feeling of cumming when they where together was unlike anything else, a connection that ran deeper than just the physical. They missed this since they lived in different countries, but then when they where together it was amazing.

The intensity built quickly, and Lucy’s body shook as another release washed over her, a quiet moan escaping her lips as Ona held her hips down.

When she finally stilled, Lucy let out a long breath, her body relaxing.

Ona moved back up, lying beside Lucy as they both settled into the pillows. For a moment, they just lay there, catching their breath, the room quiet except for the sound of their breathing.

Lucy turned her head, a soft smile on her lips as she met Ona’s gaze. "I missed you," she murmured, her voice low and tender.

Ona smiled back, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on Lucy’s skin. "I missed you too," she said, her tone equally soft. "Been thinking about you… about this. A lot."

Lucy chuckled quietly, leaning in to brush a kiss against Ona’s lips. "We were kind of crazy for even going to the beach this morning, weren’t we?" she teased, shaking her head.

Ona grinned, nuzzling into the crook of Lucy’s neck. "Yeah, I don’t know what we were thinking. I’ve been wet since breakfast." She whispered it like a secret.

Lucy raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Oh really? I hadn’t noticed."

"Well, you didn’t notice until we packed the bag," Ona teased, her fingers grazing Lucy’s arm.

Lucy laughed, tilting her head in mock defeat. "Okay, maybe true. But if you’d mentioned it at breakfast, I would’ve been ready then too."

Ona rolled her eyes, laughing. "Yeah, but you’re always ready."

"It’s hard not to be when my girlfriend is the hottest woman on the planet," Lucy said, letting her hand travel to Ona’s ass.

"Ugh, stop," Ona chuckled, burying her face against Lucy’s neck, trying to hide the smile that wouldn’t leave her face.

Lucy grinned, her fingers running gently through Ona’s hair. "What? Can’t I tell the truth?"

"You cannn," Ona laughed, pulling back to look at her. "But this is supposed to be a relaxing vacation, and the things I want to do right now… not exactly relaxing."

Lucy laughed. "You still want more?"

"Mhm, definitely" Ona lifted her head with a teasing grin. "I’ve got some ideas... we can shower, grab some lunch, and then maybe stay here for the day. Do a little naked tanning by the pool... or in the pool." Her smile turned mischievous as she watched Lucy’s reaction.

Lucy’s eyes lit up, pulling Ona closer until their lips brushed. "Mmm, now that sounds like a plan," she whispered. "You can plan everything this vacation, babe. I’m all yours." She kissed Ona softly, nipping at her bottom lip before pulling back with a smirk. "And don’t worry... I’m definitely not done with you yet either."

They stayed like that for a while, tangled up together, savoring the closeness before finally getting ready to leave the bed.

..

After a this time successful shower, in the bathroom inside the house, Lucy and Ona had cleaned the floor from their earlier antics and gathered all their things from outside.

Once everything was tidied up, they left the villa and wandered over to a nearby village, a bit further away from the resort. There was a small shop and some street food stalls.

Lucy had searched it on her phone, she loved eating new things and she wanted to try local food.

At the shop, they picked up cold drinks and some snacks for during the week. From the street food vendor, they ordered things like grilled chicken skewers, caramelized fried bananas and crispy rolls filled with sweet jackfruit.

Ona smiled to herself as Lucy talked to the man who was very excited about the food he was selling, handing Lucy pieces to taste. Lucy tasted them and handed Ona the things she thought Ona would like the taste of.

"You're getting so much food," Ona chuckled as she saw Lucy agreeing to thing after thing being put in plastic containers.

Lucy smiled innocently. "What, I’m hungry," she said, ‘’and this man is so nice, here,’’ she handed her something new, ‘’and this tastes amazing, doesn’t it.’’

..

When they were back at the villa, Lucy still held the bags. Ona offered to help unpack and set the table. Lucy glanced at her, smirking, “Maybe you can sunbathe or swim a couple of minutes, if you want. I’ll set the table.’’

Ona chuckled, shaking her head. ‘’You’re crazy.’’

Lucy shrugged with an innocent look, that smirk still playing at the corner of her lips. “I mean, you can help if you really want to…”

Ona decided to ‘help’ Lucy in the kitchen, but instead of actually doing much, she hopped up onto the counter, her legs dangling as she watched Lucy attentively.

Lucy rolled her eyes fondly at her, shaking her head as she prepped two plates.

Lucy took a piece of food, holding it out to Ona. But just as Ona leaned forward to take a bite, Lucy swiftly pulled it away, leaning in to kiss her instead.

The move took Ona by surprise, but she happily accepted the kiss and caught Lucy between her legs, pulling her closer.

“This whole trip is going to be like this, isn’t it?” Ona grinned as they pulled apart.

Lucy’s grinned cheekily as she gazed at Ona. She pretended to think for a second before nodding slowly, wrapping her arms around Ona's waist. “Mhm, absolutely. Every single minute.”

Ona laughed softly as Lucy kissed her, the warmth between them lingering like the sun outside. Pulling back just slightly, Lucy grinned, her hands tracing soft patterns on Ona’s waist.

“You know,” Lucy began, her eyes sparkling with a playful twinkle, “I’ve decided something.”

Ona tilted her head, intrigued. “Oh? What’s that?”

“In our future house, I want an outdoor shower,” Lucy said with a smirk.

Ona chuckled, shaking her head in mock disbelief. “Of course you do. So we need a pool too then.”

“Mmm, I don’t know, ” Lucy grinned wider, brushing a strand of hair from Ona’s face. “Just the shower will do, but I guess a pool is always a plus.”

Ona couldn’t help but roll her eyes, she pulled her girlfriend even closer. “Crazy.’’ She called Lucy, before kissing her again.

‘’But you love it.’’ Lucy stated between kisses.

‘’Mhm, I love it.’’

‘’I love you.’’

Ona chuckled, ‘’it’s a good thing we’re alone, I’m sure if there was anyone here they’d need a bucket.’’

Lucy frowned, ‘’what?’’.

‘’Nothing,’’ Ona reached below Lucy’s shirt, grabbing her sides to pull her even closer, ‘’I love you most.’’

[copinghex]

Blood hands | T.S

Summary: After killing someone for the first time, Tommy's wife has to deal with the emotional consequences of it. Luckily, he's there to look after her.

She was terrible in biology, never got more than a B, it didn't matter how hard she studied. Every exam period she went to the tiny, dusty Birmingham's library and took notes from the anatomy books. Nothing ever changed.

Analyzing the drawings, she tried to make sense out of them, the muscles, joints and bones, wrapped together in the masterwork of the human body. It just didn't make sense to her, the subject simply wouldn't get into her brain and honestly, it disgusted her too. She had no wish to see beneath someone's skin, aware the reality was much more bloodier and morbid than the books.

Less than ten years later, she did, but unlike she imagined, the bile didn't rise to her throat expressing the deep disgust. Her eyes opened widely, unable to move from the mess of what once must've been a beautiful body.

The curly golden locks hid the agent's frightened looks, gladly, because the murderer in the train station wouldn't bear to face the lack of life in her blue eyes. 

Blood ran down her nose, her hands shook and her left eye stung. The woman who a few ago held her in disadvantage, sticking a sharp nail into her orb, was reduced to nothing by the train's velocity. A push was all it took.

Then, her trance was interrupted by the sound of steps, she ran away like a child avoiding punishment, not many people dared to fuck with a gangster's fiancée, but the ones who did certainly would make her look much worse in the train tracks.

As she headed home, carrying her heels in hand so she could walk faster, another haunting thought crept into her mind, Tommy, the reason why she had blood in her hands. She was sure he'd be dead when she got home, with a bullet Billy Kimber would've put in his brain.

For a moment she considered not going anywhere, simply sitting down on someone's pavement so she wouldn't have to deal with anything. 

If she only could, she'd ask God to allow her man to be alive when she got home, she couldn't, asking Him to save a man like Tommy felt like blasphemy or a joke of poor taste. There was no salvation for the Small Heath's devil, at least not from divine sources.

Swallowing the bitter taste of uncertainty, she walked home with a heavy heart. However, much for her surprise, Tommy stood at the front door, his eyes slightly widened at her awful state. Her throat burnt with the urge to cry as she dropped her heels and wrapped her arms around him, he winced in pain from the bullet hole in his chest, nevertheless, allowed her to hold him.

His name poured from her lips in quiet, relieved whispers. His attentive eyes were quick to capture every irregularity in her figure, bruised knuckles, teary eyes and bare foot. He had never seen her so broken.

"I was coming to pick you up," he explained, "what happened? Where were you?" 

Lifting her head from his shoulder, her still shaky hands hesitated in cupping his cheeks, resting on his shoulders instead. She negatively nodded and peeked at the wound under his coat.

"You're alive, that's all that matters," 

"What happened to you?" he insisted.

"Tommy, please," she breathed out, caressing the length of his arms, "not now, not fucking now," 

His jaw tightened as he fought the urge of arguing, he hated to have things hidden from him, but knowing he'd eventually find out anyway, he obliged to her wish.

Gently, his thumb met the eyelid of her wounded eye, "That's fucking bad," 

"I'll go to the pharmacy tomorrow, they'll give me something to get it better," she drawled, "now, tell me what happened," 

"...Danny whizz-bang is dead," was all Tommy deemed as relevant, guilt weighted heavily on the sergeant's voice, he was responsible for his soldiers' safety and he had failed Danny badly.

"Oh, darling," she muttered, "I'm so sorry," 

Looking away from her merciful eyes, he slightly nodded. Reaching for a cigarette from his silvery pack before saying, "We're at the Garrison now," 

"I'm not up for it, you can go back if you want," with a quick brush on his cheek, she entered home and in a quick decision, Tommy followed after, "I'll take a bath, then take a look at your bandages, who took the bullet out?" 

"Jeremiah," he drawled.

She nodded, glad someone gentle as the preacher looked after her husband when she wasn't able to. Heading to the bathroom, she only hoped the hot water would wash away the weight on her shoulders.

-

Rubbing her hands together, she watched the quiet street through the window, every now and then a lonely citizen walked past and this was all keeping her from dissociating.

The bath wasn't of great help, the relaxation it brought also lowered the adrenaline, making her muscles and wounds ache. A knot tightened on her throat as she tried to convince herself everything was fine. Everything was fine, Tommy was alive, no one was after them anymore, nothing else mattered, nothing.

The door suddenly opened, making her jump. Tommy entered the bedroom with a towel on his shoulder, his bare torso was still wet from his bath and he moved slowly, careful to not get his injury bleeding.

Attentively, she noticed his mind was far away from there, a pout decorated his lips and his brow was tense. Eager to sooth his worries, she whistled the stereotypical catcalling sound. 

"Hello, handsome," she weakly smiled.

Lifting his eyes, a nearly nonexistent smile crept into his face, "Quit that," 

She walked to him, wrapping her arms around his waist, "Do you come here often?" 

"In my bedroom?" he chuckled, "Yeah, quite often," 

She took advantage of his momentarily good humor to take a look at his wound. Before she could avoid it her eyes got filled with tears, she had nearly lost him today, not all the killing she was able to commit would've brought him back if she'd done so, he'd be gone, simple as that.

"D'you want to tell me what happened now?" Tommy cupped her face, trying to distract her.

"...I love you, Tom," was all she was able to mutter.

"I know, and I love you," 

Slightly nodding, she sighed, "What now?" 

"Well, I-" he hesitated, "I thought of opening a club in London," 

"About Danny," she sat at the end of the bed, "what about his family?" 

"We'll help them, financially," Tommy explained.

"Get his children a job?" 

"No, no more business for the Owens," he sighed, "they'll be normal, his children will never know why he died," 

Hearing his words, her throat tightened, a heavy feeling settled in her chest. Did the woman she killed had children? When she first got into the Garrison Tommy found out she did, but that was before they ever suspected she was a copper, how much of everything she said was lies? How would her child react to knowing its mother was dead on train tracks? 

Tommy watched his fiancée's state with pity in his eyes, he hated her stubbornness at the same time he was well aware of how much they were alike. Both closed off before trouble, hating to burden the other with issues they deemed personal. 

"You know, eventually you'll have to tell me what happened,"

Her watery eyes met his and she pulled him to stand between her legs, wrapping her arms around him and resting her head on the soft skin of his stomach.

Gently, he petted her hair away from her face and his rough fingers on her face brought some relief, still, she felt like a wounded beast. A wounded beast is still a beast and she'd forever be a murderer regardless of Tommy's acceptance.

"Tell me, eh?" he whispered.

"Tommy, I-" before she could answer, three knocks on the door interrupted.

Arthur entered the bedroom with a worried expression, "Tommy, hm, I just wanted to tell you we found the body of that barmaid in the train tracks, Johnny Dogs wants to know if he should get rid of it," 

She froze, eyes widened at the news, she was so deep into her own guilt she didn't even think about the further consequences.

Tommy switched a look between her and his brother, with a slight nod, he ordered, "Get rid of it," 

Small Heath had another murderer to call resident, there was no way of hiding it now.

[munsonsmixtapes]

He’s Back! (From the Dead)

Eddie x fem!reader

Summary: you mourn the loss of your boyfriend, Eddie who died fighting in the Upside Down. Or did he?

word count: 2.8k

cw: mentions of death and grief and reader’s deteriorating mental heath, hurt/comfort

You stood in your bathroom, wondering why you were even applying makeup when you knew you were just going to cry it all off. You brushed through your hair, staring at yourself in the mirror. You had dark circles from lack of sleep and had lost some weight since you didn’t have it in you to eat anything.

Just over a week ago, your boyfriend, Eddie had gone missing. After looking for him for what felt like ages, Hawkins police had declared him dead when they found his body, covered in bat bites as the coroner had declared.

You had been in disbelief. Even after seeing the body for yourself, you just couldn’t believe that he was gone. You had seen him the night before and despite being freaked out by everything that had happened to Chrissy, he seemed like his normal self.

And then the next day, he was found dead, in front of his trailer covered in bites from bats? Where has the bats come from and why had Eddie been their target? The whole thing has just seemed to suspicious to you.

You hadn’t been able to sleep since you got the news. Horrible nightmares of Eddie being eaten by the bats were the only thing you were able to see when you closed your eyes so you decided to just not sleep at all.

You had been taking pills to keep you awake had spent sleepless nights on your computer heavily researching the case, trying to figure out what exactly had happened. You were still determined to figure out what had actually happened to him since you nothing seemed to be adding up.

Once your hair was brushed, you smoothed out your dress and exited the bathroom, ready physically but not mentally to head to the graveyard where Eddie’s service would be held. It almost didn’t seem real. You were about to head to your boyfriend’s funeral.

You pulled up to the graveyard after crying the whole thing, playing nothing but Eddie’s favorite songs on the way there. The whole drive, you imagined Eddie in the passenger seat, singing along to the songs playing from your tape with his hand on your thigh where it always was.

The whole thing made you cry even more so you made sure to fix your smudged makeup before meeting everyone at Eddie’s burial sight. The whole gang was there, the members of the Hellfire Club and Eddie’s uncle Wayne. It was a very small turnout, but those were the exact people you were expecting to see.

You made a beeline for a group and were quick to pull Wayne in a hug. You felt like out of everyone, he needed it most. He had lost the only family he had and to make matters even worse, everyone had hated Eddie. So much so that he had to have the service a few towns over since he didn’t want anyone crashing it with their metaphorical pitch forks, telling him that the boy didn’t deserve a funeral because of the evil thing he did to Chrissy.

You caught sight of Dustin over Wayne’s shoulder and your eyes locked on his. You could see that they were filled with tears and that his nose was bright red and you knew that it wasn’t from the wind that was swirling around all of you.

Once Wayne had pulled away, you made a beeline for Dustin, pulling him into your arms, letting him cry into your chest. You both let out soft sobs and you felt your heart shatter, knowing just how much Eddie had meant to the kid. He had been his mentor and most importantly, his friend. They had gotten super close over the past year and almost seemed like brothers.

You pulled away after giving his back a light rub the moved onto the other club members, giving them all the hugs before you stood next to Wayne, resting a hand on his back as the pastor started to speak.

“We are gathered here today to mourn the loss of Edward Munson.” You felt yourself start to zone out as he continued to speak, every single memory you had with Eddie replaying in your head. The entire timeline of your year-long relationship went through your mind from beginning to end and you hadn’t even been aware of your soft sobs until Wayne had rested a hand on your back. The whole thing was just too much for you to take.

You looked around at all of the people in attendance, the pastor’s words still not getting through to you and your heart absolutely crumbled, watching everyone cry. It broke you knowing that none of you would ever be able to speak to Eddie ever again. He was gone.

You felt Wayne pat your back and you turned to him. He pointed to the pastor who you turned to. The man was gesturing toward you and you realized that it had finally gotten to the part when you were supposed to read your letter.

You couldn’t. You could barely speak in general, especially not read your very personal letter out loud. Reading it would make it real and as far as you were concerned, none of what you were currently experiencing was real.

You slowly pulled the letter out of your pocket and opened it, taking a deep breath. Wayne rubbed your back with encouragement as you read what you had written. You could still see the tear stains that littered it and now there were more as you let them fall from your eyes onto the page.

You got choked up, resisting the urge to sob, trying your best to hold it back. After everyone read all their letters, the pastor wrapped things up and the casket was lowered into the grave. Watching Eddie’s body actually be lowered into the grave was your breaking point. It was as if his death was actually real, finalized.

You dropped to the grass and broke down, the sobs not being able to contained anymore. You let out a loud sob as you tried to grab onto the casket to get one more look at Eddie, but Wayne grabbed you before you could get to it.

He pulled you to his chest and you cried into it as he shushed you, trying his best to calm down. The others crowded around you and you had never felt more loved in you who life, grateful that there were people who actually understood what you were going through.

“Come back to the house,” Wayne urged. “I’m inviting everyone for lunch.”

“That’s really nice of you, Wayne, and I appreciate the invitation, but I think I just want to be alone.” Lunch with everyone sounded nice, but you just didn’t have it in you. You just wanted to curl up in your bed and cry yourself to sleep.

“Well, at least let me take you home. You’re not in a place to drive.” You agreed with that. Watching Eddie be lowered into the ground made you realize just how real everything was and you seemed to have let out everything you had bottled up for the past week. Wayne lead you to his car and you made sure to give the others hugs before you went.

The car ride was silent, the only thing that could be heard was the radio playing the rock station very quietly. You looked out the window as you entered Hawkins, watching the buildings pass by, remembering all of Eddie’s favorite places: the comic book store, the arcade, and the ice cream place that you both frequented. Eventually you were going to have to go back to them, not letting your grief taint how good they made you feel.

Wayne pulled up to your house before you knew it and you thanked him for the ride alone with a hug and got out of the car, rushing onto your house. You ran up the stairs, neither of your parents bothering to get up from the couch to check on you.

They never liked Eddie because of his reputation and had waved his death off with a “good riddance” then moved on with their day as if your life hadn’t completely fallen apart. There hadn’t been a single “I’m sorry for your loss.” or “We’re here for you.” Just a pat on the back then they never talked about it again.

You got to your room and threw yourself onto your bed, tears falling as more sobs escaped your throat. He was gone. He was really gone. And no one else seemed to care. In fact, you could have sworn that you had heard people celebrating when the news broke out. They had finally gotten rid of the devil worshiper so maybe all of that would be put to an end no that he was six feet underground.

You were so caught up in your thoughts about Eddie that you could have heard the little taps he did on your window so you’d let him in. You turned to face the window, so sure that no one was going to be there, but right on your balcony was your boyfriend you had just watched be buried into the ground. You clearly weren’t in your right mind, very sure that it was just an hallucination.

You slowly moved your way to the window, practically falling over yourself as you did so. As you got closer, you could clearly see Eddie’s face, his face lighting up as he saw you. You had to have been crazy because there was no fucking way that he was actually there. You hesitantly opened the window, your curiosity getting the best of you, falling to the floor as you took in the man before you. He looked so real that it had to have been someone playing a very cruel trick on you.

This wasn’t Eddie. Whoever it was, was covered in blood, their shirt ripped to pieces, their wounds completely on display. You felt sick, thinking about Eddie looking like that, bile practically climbing your throat.

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you,” he said, making a beeline for you and you crawled backwards, feeling around the floor for anything you could use as a weapon. You didn’t know how they were able to nail Eddie’s voice, but they had it down. Why they were doing this whole thing, you didn’t know. In fact, you thought it was pretty fucked up.

You grabbed onto the magazine that had slid under your bed and rolled it up as you stood up. You then repeatedly hit the stranger, wanting to get out all of your anger that you had been holding in for over a week. They out a bunch of yelps as you hit them, backing up as they fell onto the bed. You kept hitting them until your anger had turned into your tears.

“Honey, honey, it’s me.” The stranger grabbed onto your wrists so you’d stop, but you just wriggled out of their grasp and hit them a few more times until they took the magazine from you, throwing it to the side. They reached for you and you just backed away until you hit your desk, fear evident on your face.

“I don’t know why you think it’s okay to impersonate a dead person, but it’s really not funny,” you told them, your anger outweighing your fear. You reached behind you, feeling for something you could use as a weapon since you didn’t have your magazine. “Get back,” you demanded as you pointed the pencil you had grabbed onto at them. They put their hands up in defense and did as you instructed, confusion clear on their face.

“Honey, what is going on? It’s me, Eddie. Your boyfriend.” How much of an idiot did they think you were?

“That’s impossible. You’re dead.” If Eddie was alive, then who had they just buried? None of it made any sense and the whole thing was starting to give you a headache.

Dead? Eddie wasn’t sure why you would have thought that considering the fact that he was standing right in front of you, very much alive. Sure, he didn’t look like it since he was covered in blood and definitely could have used a shower, but after fixing up his wounds as best he could with random stuff he had found around the Upside Down, he was (almost) good as new.

“Dead?” The stranger patted the spot where their heart was with a little chuckle. “I seem very alive to me.” You had to applaud them for nailing Eddie’s mannerisms. You were so out of your mind that with just a little more convincing, you might have actually believed him.

“I just watched them bury you, Eddie.” Your eyes started to water again and you felt that pit forming in your stomach that you had tried your hardest to ignore it.

“Well, I don’t know who they buried, but clearly it wasn’t me.” If they hadn’t buried him, then who had they buried? The thought haunted you.

“Why should I believe you?” You crossed your arms over your chest, leaning further away as he stepped closer.

“Come here.” He opened his arms and you moved away, backing yourself towards the window.

“Not a chance.” You were afraid to get close in case it really was him. You weren’t sure how you would have felt if it was.

“It’s me, honey.” He looked pained and he was. How could you not believe him? You always believed him no matter what and now there you were…afraid of him. He never thought that would have been possible. You always thought he was sweet and kind, a real gentleman despite how “scary” he looked to other people.

“Prove it.” He should have known that was coming, but how was there a way to prove it?

“What?” He stepped closer and you just moved back.

“Prove it.” You pointed the pencil at him again and he fought back a laugh at your sad weapon.

“How?” Eddie had no fucking clue how he was going to prove it you, but he was going to damn well try. He wanted so badly for you believe him n

“Tell me something that only Eddie would know about me.” You didn’t seem impressed and he hated the disappointed look on your face, noticing the bags that had formed under yours eyes. When was the last time you had slept?

“Like what?” He would have answered anything you asked, told you anything you wanted to know. He just wanted his girl back.

“What’s my favorite color?” He would have at least thought you’d give him a harder question.

“Blue.” Anyone could have guessed that it was a popular color.

“Lucky guess,” you grumbled and lowered your pencil. “Where did we go on our first date?” He remembered it like it was yesterday, so that, he could answer so easily.

“We got ice cream.” You were about to ask what flavor you had gotten, but he answered before you could. “You got mint chocolate chip.”

Your eyes widened at his answer and you gulped, realization washing over you. It was him! Of course it was him, how could it not have been? You were suddenly feeling so stupid to have thought that it was a cruel joke.

“And what else did we do?” You didn’t know why you were asking when he had given you the exact answer you had wanted.

“We went to the arcade and you kissed me outside it after I won you that teddy bear.” He pointed to the one that had been sitting on your bed. “It’s your little Eddie bear.”

“Oh my god. It’s really is you.” You threw yourself into his arms, burying your face into his neck, your sobs now happy ones. It didn’t seem real, almost as if you had dreamed it up.

“Always was, honey. I’m so sorry that I didn’t come to you sooner.” You pulled back to look at him, noticing that his eyes were misty. Tears eventually ran down his cheeks and you both reached up to wipe each other’s tears away.

“It’s okay,” you assured him. “I just missed you.” You pressed your lips to his and he was quick to return your kiss, it being soft and sweet, but filled with longing from you both being separated so long.

“I missed you too,” he reached up and brushed your hair away from your face. “You have no idea. Now, do you think you could clean me up?”

“That I can do.” You pulled him for another lingering kiss then took him by the hand so you both could take a much needed shower.

[feasibilities]

Love-Starved | Thomas Shelby x Nurse!Reader ☤

Synopsis: After a brutal assault, Thomas finds company in the arms of his nurse. Warnings: Flirting, Oral Sex, Bruising, Exhibitionism Author's Note: Just a little blurb to hold you guys over while I finish up other stuff. Enjoy!

“You need to eat, Mr. Shelby.” You said, lighting his cigarette. 

“I can eat later.” He rebutted after taking a long drag. 

“You said that some time ago.” You murmured to yourself as you changed his bandages. 

“Well, I am a bit starved.” He joked, lifting the hem of your skirt. You swiped his hand away and felt your cheeks heat up with embarrassment. His hands came to rest on your hips before he pulled you closer. Even with a myriad of bruises, his beauty was undeniable. Sleeping with the leader of a gang (and your patient) could prove to be precarious. 

“You should get some rest, Mr. Shelby.” You insisted, replacing the linens and fluffing the pillow. Thomas smiled to himself once he figured out he was wearing on you. You led him to bed and gently pulled the blankets over him. He caught a glimpse of your cleavage while you tucked him in. 

“Goodnight, Nurse.” He quipped, staring you down. 

“Goodnight.” You said softly, leaving the room. 

The next morning, Thomas decided he was ready to be discharged. Standing in the doorway of your office, he whistled to get your attention. You looked up to see him in his full form. He sported a pristine velvet suit with a trench coat to match. His bruising had began to fade into discolored splotches on his skin. He looked eerily similar to the other time you saw him in Small Heath. Then, his gaze lingered on you before he disappeared into an automobile. 

“Ready to go, Mr. Shelby?” You asked.

“Soon...” He replied, closing the door and locking it. Ignoring the action, you went back to sifting through patient records. He embraced you from behind. You tried to pry his arms off you. This time, they stayed firmly in place. He managed to undo a few of the buttons on your dress before you spoke. 

“I cannot sleep with my patients.” You breathed out, feeling his bulge pressed against your ass. 

“Of course.” He agreed. Your protests fell on deaf ears when he pushed you against the wall. He gathered your dress around your hips and smiled at the sight. 

“Pretty skimpy undergarments for a nurse, eh?” He teased, noticing the lace adoring your panties. He kneeled in front of you and slid them down your legs. 

“Be quick. I have to start my shift.” You ordered, watching him closely. 

“Yes, ma’am.” He praised. You hooked your leg over his shoulder and leaned against the wall for balance. Thomas took in the sweet, earthy scent of your pubic hair. A broken whimper escaped your mouth when his tongue flicked against your clit. Suddenly, he pressed his face into you and slipped two of his calloused fingers inside of you. You covered your mouth which barely muffled your mewls. His other hand kneaded your thigh to rile you up even more. Your juices did little to satiate his thirst. You found yourself chasing a high by rutting against his face. After finishing you off, Thomas stood up and kissed you passionately. 

“Thanks for the fun, dove.” He said with a pompous tone. He left to never be seen in your facility again.

[beastofburdenxo]

Consider It Done

Tommy kidnaps his biggest enemy's daughter as payback. But, things aren't always what they seem.

Allusions of violence, mention of abuse, no smut.

You woke up in what looked like a dreary basement. Your throat was dry, and your head felt funny. All you remember is just walking down the street and having a wet rag being shoved over your face from behind. Assuming that it was chloroform, because you were knocked out immediately after that.

You hear a door being opened and someone walking down the stairs. For some reason, you dash into a dark corner, thinking that it was going to save you. An oil lamp is turned on, illuminating the space and the man before you. "There you are love, glad to see you up and alert." A cigarette is lit. "Would you like a smoke?" You ignore the question altogether and respond with one of your own. "Who are you? Where am I?"

"My name is Thomas shelby Love, but you can call me Tommy. I hate meeting like this. It's nothing personal, really, just business. Your father owes me money and isn't taking me seriously, so I did what I had to do."

Your eyes bug out at this information. Of course, your asshole father has made another enemy. And the feared Tommy shelby, the devil of small heath, at that. "And you think taking me will loosen him up? He'd rather die than give up anything of his. To him, people are replaceable, money not so much. I'm sorry that you put in so much work to get me, but honestly, he's probably glad I'm out of his hair."

"Is that right? What a shame that is." Tommy draws off his cigarette. "Such a pretty thing, kidnapped and taken to the devil's mansion, thrown in a basement never to be seen again. Surely he loves you more than that, dear."

"The man killed all of my pets when I refused to marry one of his gross friends. He has burned my clothes before, locked me out of the house. Trust me, Tommy, he doesn't care. He has never liked me and I don't know why."

"You are like a wild horse that can't be broken, and your father can't stand it. You won't bend to his will like most and from where I'm standing, it's like you are his enemy and not his daughter. I'd take it as a compliment. If he liked you, that would mean that you two are similar. I have no desire to harm you, I'll behave if you do. Give it a couple of days, and if he doesn't budge, you are free to go. I'll even give you money for a ticket anywhere you want to go."

You think for a moment. "So you don't want to hurt me? You'd rather help me out?"

Tommy nods, "I see a lot of myself in you. In fact, you promise to be good, I'll let you out of here and into the house. Take it as a mini vacation, time to think. If your father does pay up, you'll still get that ticket out if you'd like. Regardless of what he does or doesn't do, it won't affect you."

You reach for a cigarette, and Tommy obliges. "I can't just leave my mom alone with his ass. He's mean to her too, Tommy. He needs to pay for his sins sooner rather than later."

Tommy chuckles, "You'd make one hell of a peaky blinder. Fiesty and headstrong. Are you looking for a new job, perhaps?"

"Tommy, I'm serious," you reply, "I'd say my mom would give anything for him to be gone. If you took care if it, you'd get your money and then some. It would have to be discreet of course."

"Kidnap victim asking her kidnapper to put a hit out on her own father? That's a new one for me, love. It does sound tempting, I will say. Never had much use for an abusive wife beater."

You stand up with a new sense of purpose. "Either you do it, or when I get out, l will do it myself!"

Tommy comes towards you like he's going to grab you, but he stops himself from touching you. "No, I can't have that. There's no need for an innocent to have blood on her hands. If you aren't successful, he will kill you, love. He won't think twice about it."

Tommy finally reaches out and gently stokes your face, "I don't want the fire to go out of your pretty eyes. Killing a man does that to a person, and you don't deserve that. If you want it done, consider it done. Consider yourself a partner in this and not a helpless victim. My only wish is that once this is all over, I can see you again. With permission, this time, of course. Let me do things the right way. Dinner?"

"Kidnapper asking his victim to dinner once she is released? That's a new one for me Tommy."

You take the cigarette from his mouth, since yours is long gone, and take a drag as if to think about it.

"Consider it done."