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My policeman | m!reader

Date: 06.12.2022

Pairing:  Tommy Shelby x m!reader

Reader’s pronouns: he/him

Words: 4.840

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Characters: m!reader, Tommy Shelby, Polly Gray, Ada Shelby, John Shelby, Arthur Shelby, Esme Shelby, Harry Fenton, others

Genre: Romance

Length: Oneshot

Warnings: Angst with a happy ending

Requested: No

Prompts: No

Summary: Tommy Shelby is suddenly very interested in you and you have no idea why.

A/N: English is not my first language, so feel free to correct any mistake, and I would love to know what you think about it. If you like my works, please like and reblog them. REQUESTS ARE OPEN. I posted a List of prompts, so check it out! Let me know if you would like to be tagged in my works.

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You were on patrol around the city with one of your colleagues. You knew he was on the Peaky Blinders' payroll but, after all, only a handful of policemen weren't. You were one of them. It was confusing to most people in Small Heath, mainly because they knew you were John Shelby's best friend. He had offered you money to give them information and turn a blind eye to their affairs as they did with everyone, but you had made it clear that you couldn't be bought. He had respected that. The balance was fragile. The whole deal was based on your friendship. You had been able to refuse the money without losing your job because you were friends and people respected you because of your bond to the most powerful family in Birmingham, and a little because you did your job and wouldn't hesitate to throw people in jail if needed. You didn't pretend not to see what happened around you. Not even if the Peaky Blinders were involved. However, being friends with John also prevented you from trying to tear the whole business down. Everyone had learnt it pretty soon, so they had just started doing their things when you weren't on patrol, which meant your rounds were always quiet. You didn't complain. You didn't like arresting people, especially if they were Blinders.

That day seemed to be especially quiet. Well, as quiet as Small Heath could be. Your eyes observed the people going on about their lives around you while you chatted with your colleague. Many people greeted you, and you smiled back.

You turned to your partner, your eyes wide and a big smile on your face. "What?! No way. What is this, your... seventh?"

"Yeah," he replied smiling proudly under his thick moustache. "Four girls and two boys. I'm rooting for another boy."

"Congrats!" You patted his back, but you saw his face change, suddenly becoming serious.

He looked up and touched his cap, tilting his head down. "Morning, Mr Shelby."

You turned and saw Thomas Shelby on one of his horses, riding down the road. You nodded towards him as a form of greeting but didn't touch your cap or wish him a good day.

He nodded back at you, and you felt his icy blue eyes pierce through you. It wasn't anything new. You felt that way every time he looked at you and you wondered if everyone could feel it when they were under his gaze as if he could see everything that was inside. It felt as if God was scrutinizing you. You did understand why John called him Tommy the Almighty.

Even as he passed by you, you could still feel his eyes burn holes in you. You kept walking but turned to look at him and saw he was already looking. You turned back to the front.

"I don't know how you can refuse their offer. By the way he was looking at you, he really wants you on his payroll."

When you walked into the Garrison that night and asked Harry for a glass of whiskey, he refused your money and said it had already been paid for, then nodded towards the private room next to the counter.

"Yeah, well, John knows it won't happen." You shrugged, but the feeling of his eyes on you lingered and stayed with you for the rest of the day.

"Mr Shelby wishes to speak with you."

You rolled your eyes at the formality John liked to mess with when you were involved and grabbed your glass heading to the room.

"Come on, John, how many tim-" you started as you opened the door only to stop mid-sentence when you met Tommy's icy gaze instead of John's warm and playful one. "Thomas."

He was smoking alone, a glass of whiskey in front of him.

He beckoned you with a motion of his fingers. "Close the door and take a sit."

Your eyebrows raised, unimpressed by how he was treating you like one of his men. Maybe he had forgotten you didn't work for him.

"If you want to buy me, Thomas, you can save it. I'm not on sale," you said without doing any of the things he had asked of you.

He observed you for a few long seconds as if trying to read you. Then he sighed, tearing his gaze away from you and knocking the ash of his cigarette into the ashtray. "That's not why I wanted to talk to you."

When you still didn't move, he turned towards you again. "I promise. Please, come sit with me."

You hid your surprise at hearing him saying the word "please." You didn't think he even knew how to pronounce it for lack of use. You closed the door behind you and took a sit on the other side of the table from him.

You rolled the whiskey in your glass waiting for him to speak. "What did you want to talk about?" you asked when he didn't.

He offered you a cigarette but you refused. You didn't trust him outside family gatherings and that wasn't a social call.

"I would like to invite you to dinner."

You frowned. You had already been to dinner at the Shelbys plenty of times and not once had Thomas himself been the one to invite you. "Uhm... sure, tell Polly to count me in."

"I mean with me."

His reply startled a laugh out of you. "I never thought you were one for pranks. Thought you left that to Johnny."

He stared at you, his expression unchanged. There was no trace of a smile on his face. "I'm serious."

You looked back at him with a newfound seriousness and slammed your glass on the table, spilling some of its content. "I really hope not."

It was your turn to observe him, trying to understand what his real intentions were. "What do you really want from me, Thomas?"

"I want to take you out for dinner."

You snorted. "You think I'm a fool?"

"No," he let out much lower than his usual tone.

"You can't buy me so you're trying to get me arrested. That's too low even for you."

He shook his head. "That's not-"

"Save your bullshit," you interrupted getting up. You leaned forward pointing a finger at him. "You try this shit again and I'll get you arrested."

You were smoking with John by the cut like you did when you were fifteen. You loved the fact that your friendship hadn't changed all that much, not after you had been to war together, nor when you had decided to join the police. With John, it had always been easy. No judgement, just two boys having fun and doing what they had to live in such a hard world.

Then you walked out.

"So, new girls?" he joked.

You looked at him unimpressed, before looking back in front of you.

John was the only person who knew you didn't like girls. You had found out thanks to him. When you were young, you had experimented with each other. There had been some kisses and a couple of hand jobs. He had soon understood he wasn't into men, but he had never judged you. To these days he still joked about it and you had never really minded until Thomas had asked you out.

"Did you tell him?"

He abruptly turned to look at you. "You know I would never."

"Then how the fuck did he know, John?" you asked, throwing your unfinished cigarette into the cut, clearly upset.

"Tommy, he always seems to know shit," he said slowly, playing with his cap and looking down at it in his lap. He looked at you. "But he means good. He isn't trying to fuck you up."

You snorted. You trusted John and you were sure he believed what he was saying, but Thomas was cunning and he could have people believe anything he wanted. Maybe he had tricked his own brother into believing he really was interested in you, knowing he would have put a good word in for him.

"Are you still coming to dinner tomorrow though?"

You had been a guest of the Shelbys every Saturday for dinner for as long as you could remember.

"Will he be there?"

"Probably."

You groaned.

"Come on. You won't even have to talk to him. How many times have you two talked at dinner?"

You frowned. "Probably more than you would expect."

Now that you thought of it, Tommy had always found a way to exchange a few words with you after dinner about the most random topics. You had always enjoyed those moments. Talking with him was nice. He didn't smile a lot, not like before the war, but he had always been kind to you. You had always thought he did that just for John's sake, so you had never considered him a friend or anything. In addition to that, the huge crush you had had on him had made it hard to be as comfortable with him as you were with the rest of the family. You had completely overcome that now, though. Still, the awkwardness was hard to shake off.

John bumped his shoulders into yours, bringing you back to the present. "The kids will be a pain if you don't come."

You rolled your eyes. "Fine."

When you stepped into the Shelbys' household the following evening, you got surrounded by John's kids. They either hugged you, pulled you somewhere, or screamed at you about their day. You loved them, but they could be a lot. Finally, Ada came to save you, and you smiled gratefully at her. She hugged you and invited you to follow her to the kitchen where all the others were. Tommy was missing, and you felt relief flooding you. You hadn't even finished greeting everyone when the front door opened. Little Finn ran to welcome the newcomer. You held your breath and your eyes found John's on the other side of the room. He looked guilty. You frowned, but before you could take him aside to ask what he had done, Tommy walked into the kitchen with Finn in his arms. When you turned towards him, he was already looking at you and you couldn't bring yourself to utter a word in greeting. Your lips stayed still.

John grinned triumphantly.

"Let's sit and eat," Polly said, setting the pot in the centre of the table.

While she served, everyone took a seat, and somehow you found yourself next to Tommy. John had taken the seat that was usually reserved for you and you had to take his. Now you understood the look you had seen in his eyes earlier. You would punch him later.

"Not exactly what I had in mind, but it's something." Tommy's murmur was drowned by the others chatting and you would have missed it too if you hadn't been so close to him.

You pretended you hadn't heard and instead thanked Polly for filling your plate.

For the whole dinner, you did everything you could to forget Thomas was there. You chatted with everyone, complimented Polly for her cooking, asked Esme how she could be so patient with all those troublemakers around, glared at John multiple times, joked with the kids, even taking one of them on your lap when he wanted to show you the small gap in his smile left by the tooth he had lost a couple of days earlier.

Tommy stayed silent for the most part, as usual. He commented on a thing here or there and messed with the kids for a little fun. You could always feel his gaze on you. His eyes might have been the colour of ice, but sure as hell, you could feel them burn on your skin. He saw to it so that your glass was never empty, and even if you remembered distinctly rejecting him that day at the Garrison, it seemed like he hadn't gotten the memo, although he had probably just decided to ignore it because Tommy Shelby only ever played by his rules.

After dinner, the children went off somewhere to play while Polly and Esme washed the dishes. Ada had excused herself saying she was tired and she would go to bed early, but you were pretty sure she would climb out of the window to go see Freddy. Arthur took out a bottle of rum and filled four glasses.

"I should go, actually," you announced, getting up.

"No way!"

"Oh come on, you can stay for a nightcap."

John, who was now sitting next to you, pulled on your arm and you sat back down with a sigh. Arthur grinned and a small, pleased smile appeared on Tommy's face. You wanted to slap it away. Instead, you glared at him and grabbed his cigarette case to take one in retaliation. It only caused his smile to grow.

You put the cigarette between your lips and scowled at him when he leaned in touching the end of your cigarette with his to light it up. You hated how your heart skipped a beat and blood rushed to your cheeks. You inhaled and pulled back quickly, missing the looks Arthur and John had exchanged seconds earlier.

You exhaled the smoke and quickly downed your glass, making John snort. You pushed the glass towards Arthur, silently asking for a refill. He chuckled and shook his head but poured you another glass. Tommy was looking at the whole thing with an amused glint in his eyes. Once again you did your best to ignore him.

"Seeing a girl tonight? Is that why you're in a hurry?" Arthur teased.

You felt Tommy tense next to you, but you couldn't be sure and you didn't dare turn to look at him, not wanting to give yourself away.

You waved a hand. "I'm leaving them all to you, Arthur."

That made him laugh. "That's wise."

"You should have it easy now that Johnny is taken," you commented. Then you turned towards Tommy. "What about you, Thomas? I bet you have all the girls falling for you. What is it? Nobody is good enough for the great Thomas Shelby?" you teased.

"You're the only person who calls him that," John commented amusedly.

"And aunt Pol when she's angry," Arthur added.

Tommy stared at you seriously.

When you had given up on waiting for a reply and went to take a sip of your rum, Tommy finally spoke. "I already have my eyes on someone," he said quietly.

You choked on the rum and coughed. John patted your back. "You alright?"

You nodded and pulled at the collar of your shirt, although it didn't really do anything to help your situation. You did your best to compose yourself while Tommy tried to hide a small amused smile behind his cigarette.

"So, who's the lucky girl?" you asked when you finally managed to breathe again.

Arthur's boisterous laugh filled the room. "That would be some change."

Tommy paid him no mind and kept his glacial eyes on you. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

Both his reply and Arthur's comment confused you. Before you could inquire further, you heard John's glass clink on the table, soon followed by Arthur's. Your eyes snapped to them as they got up.

"We're headin' to the Garrison. Are you coming?" Arthur asked.

"Uh... no. I should really go. I have work tomorrow."

John patted your back. "See you tomorrow?"

You nodded and they left. The last conversation had made you forget about John's guilty look at the beginning of the night.

You suddenly realized they had left you alone with Tommy. You cleared your throat and put out your cigarette into the ashtray, then downed the rest of your rum.

"I should really go."

You got up, but so did Tommy. He killed his cigarette. "I'll show you to the door."

You nodded stiffly and walked to the door. When you stopped at the hanger to get your coat, you found him closer than expected and your heart picked up.

"You like horses, don't you?" he asked, putting his hands in his pockets. You hated how cool he was about everything.

You nodded.

"You should come to the races once."

"Have you forgotten I go there for work sometimes?"

"Not for work."

Not again.

"It's not something I enjoy watching," you said shortly, then opened the door, anxious to leave that hallway that had never looked so small in your whole life.

"You might change your mind."

"I don't think I will," you insisted dryly, looking at him in the eyes, hoping he would get the message that you were talking about the whole situation.

You were doing everything you could to avoid Tommy, and it was not working. On the contrary, he was everywhere. He would pass by your house every time you were leaving for work and he would offer to walk or drive you there. You refused every time. You would meet him as you were walking by the cut. You would see him at a pub he had never frequented before. You even saw him at the market a couple of times. When you saw him in church you thought you were hallucinating. It seemed like the universe was working against you, but it was only Tommy Shelby, and maybe his family.

You opened the door and he held it open for you. "It's not a no."

You were surprised to find a little box on your desk at work on Monday. You looked around to see if any of your colleagues had noticed anything. They seemed to be minding their business as usual. You returned your attention to the box and opened it. A precious pocket watch was laid there, with a piece of paper. You picked up the note. You didn't recognize the handwriting. It read "counting the seconds to the moment you'll accept my offer."

John always found a way to mention him. He had never talked about Tommy as much as he had in the last few weeks. You pretended not to notice. You hoped Tommy would just give up at some point. How wrong you were.

You crushed the note in your fist and rolled your eyes, closing the box vehemently and shoving it in the only drawer in your desk that had a key. You locked it up. You thought you would deal with that later, but it was a busy day and you forgot until the next morning when something else was waiting for you on your desk.

It was your favourite book from when you were a kid. It was about horses. They were your favourite animals and obviously, Tommy somehow knew. You opened it and on the first page, with the same handwriting from yesterday's note, there was written "I think you'd really like to meet my horses. Think about it."

That evening you went to the Shelbys, hoping to find Tommy and give him back his presents. When Ada opened the door, you walked past her hastily.

You heard one of your colleagues calling you, so you quickly closed the book and threw it into the drawer where you had left the watch.

"Where is Thomas?" you asked looking for him around the house, startling the others, confused by your manners so out of character.

"He isn't back yet," Ada said, closing the door to follow you into the kitchen.

You let yourself fall down into a chair with a groan and discarded your hat on the table.

"Hello to you too," Polly piped up.

"Hi Pol, I'm sorry, but your nephew is trying to ruin me."

"Tommy?" Esme asked frowning. She wasn't a fan of him, but she was quite sure he would never do anything to ruin you.

"What are you talking about?" Polly asked taking a seat next to you.

"He is just being over dramatic." John waved a hand. You glared at him.

"Let him talk." Ada slapped his arm, making him roll his eyes. "What did Tommy do?"

You suddenly sobered up. You couldn't tell them. They wouldn't approve. You shook your head and got up. "It's nothing. I should just talk to him. I'm sure we can fix this."

"Where are you going? Stay for dinner." Polly stopped you gently.

Before you could refuse and leave, someone knocked.

Ada went to open the door.

"Hello, Ada." Thomas.

Ada was already telling him you were there looking for him when you walked up to him, hat in hand. He smiled smugly at you.

"Thought you would last longer," he commented.

You just looked at him as if you wanted to kill him.

Ada's eyes moved between the two of you.

"Would you mind leaving us, Ada?" Tommy asked, without taking his eyes away from you.

She rolled her eyes but did as she had been asked.

Once she was gone, you pulled the gifts out of your coat and shoved them into Tommy's chest. "You can take these back and leave me alone."

His hand raised slowly to take a hold of the items and he glanced down at them. "You didn't like them?"

"That's not the point. Stop fucking trying to ruin me. If I'm such a huge problem for you, why don't you pay my superior to transfer me somewhere else? Do you really hate me so much just because I'm not on your fucking payroll?"

He shook his head. "I'm not trying to ruin you."

"Really? Because sending me gifts at work tells me otherwise."

"I really am into you."

You scoffed. "Sure."

"What do I have to do to make you believe me?" his voice, quiet as usual, seemed to fill the entire house. Only then you realized the chatter that previously came from the kitchen had stopped. You glanced that way, then looked back at Tommy.

You lowered your voice. "If you care for me, stop this."

For the first time since you knew him, Tommy looked like he didn't know what to say.

You didn't wait for a reply. You just headed to the door, stopping in your tracks when Polly's voice came from the kitchen. "You're not staying for dinner?"

It was clear the others had listened in on your conversation.

You sighed. "Maybe next time."

You opened the door and stepped outside, putting your hat on.

Polly's interjection had given Tommy enough time to come up with something to say.

"Just give me one chance," he said quickly before you could leave. "We can go out of the city with the horses tomorrow afternoon. Nobody will see us. If after that you still want me to leave you alone, I will."

You turned to look at him and you hated yourself for being so weak.

The following day was nerve-wracking. No matter how you tried to distract yourself, you couldn't stop thinking about the date. The anxiety was eating at you. Part of you didn't want that afternoon to arrive, and another part was looking forward to it.

"One chance. Then you will leave me alone."

Time would not stop flowing for your sake, and soon you were making your way to meet with him out of the city. You asked the driver to drop you off way before the meeting point and walked the rest of the way.

Tommy was waiting for you with two horses. He smiled when he saw you, and you didn't know if it was knowing that this was the last chance you had given him or if that was actually the most genuine and happiest smile you had ever seen on his lips.

You smiled back. It was a very different smile from his. It was small and it had a hint of sadness to it. You wished this was real, but you couldn't bring yourself to believe it.

Without a word you got on the horses and guided them through the countryside. Sometimes Tommy would stop to show you something. He told you about his love for the countryside and that he would love to live there one day. He liked the idea of being surrounded by green fields and animals, especially horses, a passion the two of you shared. When you asked why he was so in love with the countryside, he explained that it made him feel closer to his mother. That was where her people lived and where she had grown up.

You hadn't realized, but at some point, you had relaxed. You and Tommy talked, joked, laughed and raced each other. Before you noticed the sun was setting. Tommy suggested you stopped to enjoy the view before heading back.

You got off the horses and sat down on the grass. You stayed silent for a while, simply admiring the colours of the sky. When you turned to look at Tommy, he was already watching you. You stared at each other for a few long moments before he cleared his voice and looked away.

"What's the verdict, then?" he finally asked, not looking at you.

"I had a good time with you," you admitted easily.

"But?"

"Is this really what you want? This life is... not great. So if you ever liked a girl in your life I suggest you go back to her and give it one more try."

"It's always been you and I know you are scared, but I sincerely don't give a fuck if you are a policeman or if you aren't on my payroll. We made arrangements to do our things when you're not on patrol just so you wouldn't have to arrest any of us. It wasn't much trouble. You are important to me, to all of us. I would never do anything to hurt you."

Your brain had gotten stuck on the first few words. "Always?"

"What?"

"You said it's always been me."

"Yes."

"Then why now?"

"Because I found out only recently that you like boys."

You frowned. "How did you find out?"

"I saw you with a man one night, in the alley behind the Garrison," he admitted.

"Oh... Right. So John didn't tell you."

"No, not a word. He would rather cut his own arm off than betray you."

"I know," you replied relaxing.

"But you thought he had told me."

"Maybe he had mentioned when he was drunk." You shrugged.

"I promise he didn't."

You nodded.

"I've had a crush on you for a while too," you said, still looking at him. You had long forgotten about the sunset. How could you look at something as trivial as the sun when you had Tommy Shelby right beside you?

"Yes?" he asked, hopeful.

You smiled and nodded. "It's impossible not falling for you."

He leaned closer but stopped a few inches away from your face. "I really want to kiss you right now."

"Fucking finally Tommy, dinner was getting cold," Polly's voice came from the kitchen as you followed him inside the house that night.

"What are you waiting for, then?" was all that came out of your lips before they met his.

"Sorry Pol," he replied taking little Finn in his arms and putting his cap on his youngest brother.

He reached for your hand with his free one after you had hung your coat. You took it, although nervously. He had assured you that his whole family knew about him and that they would accept you but after a lifetime of being careful about everything you did and said, you couldn't just stop.

Tommy kissed your temple, hoping that would help your nerves.

You smiled at him, then winked at Finn who grinned back.

Tommy led you to the kitchen. "We have a guest," he announced. Everyone turned to look at you, and your grip tightened on Tommy's hand. They all seemed surprised.

"But it's not S-" Arthur was cut off by John shoving his elbow into his brother's ribs.

That seemed enough to shake Polly out of her surprise. "Of course!" She hugged you smiling. "You're always welcome."

You felt your nervousness melt away and hugged her back. "Thanks, Pol."

She pulled back and turned to her nephew, pointing a finger at him. "If you hurt him, Thomas Shelby, I'll make you pay for it."

"What?! Why are you telling me?" he asked putting Finn down.

"Well, because he would never do anything bad," she replied without even thinking about it.

"Wait, aunt Pol. He is my best friend, I should be the one to give Tommy the talk."

Tommy shook his head. "This is absurd."

"Come on, I'm sure he is more than capable to look after himself."

You nodded quickly, agreeing with Ada.

"And I'm sure Tommy won't do anything he might regret unless he wants to have the whole family against him," she added crossing her arms and glaring at him.

You sighed and turned to look at Tommy. "Don't worry, I'll protect you from them."

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Abroad

by Spettrocoli

Tumblr request: I forgot how I enjoy SKAM fics! So if you will need escape into writing again: I had an idea for reader, William and Chris being friends for years and she is in love with Chris but for the sake of their frendship she keeps it to herself. It's a lot of teasing and bickering between them, but she also knows his other side. And after school she suppose to study abroad, but she didn't get anywhere and she's in tough place in her life. She pretends to be abroad while she's in Oslo and somehow Willam finds out and tells Chris who is messing around with Eva. But he goes to reader and takes care of her even if he's going to army and they open up about their friendship and hidden feelings. With prompts: 54, 64, 131, 176, 187. Sorry it's so long!

Prompts: 54. “I’ve been in love with you for years.” 64. “Nobody’s seen you in days.” 131. “I’m not okay.” 176. “We’ll figure this out.” 187. “I didn’t want you to see this.”

Words: 4922, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 6 of SKAM requests

Fandoms: SKAM (Norway)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Christoffer Schistad, Reader, William Magnusson, Noora Amalie Sætre, Eva Kviig Mohn

Relationships: christoffer schistad/reader, Christoffer Schistad/Original Female Character(s), William Magnusson/Noora Amalie Sætre

Additional Tags: Christoffer Schistad/Eva Kviig Mohn (Mentioned), Reader-Insert, fem!reader - Freeform, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Just a little bit of Angst, william is the best friend on the planet, chris is the cutest human being, Love, Love Confessions, Idiots in Love, True Love, Dorks in Love, Friends to Lovers, Tumblr Prompt, Originally Posted on Tumblr, Tumblr, Tumblr Ask Box Fic, Tumblr request, studying abroad

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/23671537

[crowleying]

Tommy's Smile | m! reader

Date: 06.10.2022

Pairing:  Tommy Shelby x m!reader

Reader’s pronouns: he/him

Words: 2.120

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Characters: m!reader, Tommy Shelby, Polly Gray, Ada Shelby, John Shelby, Arthur Shelby, Harry Fenton

Genre: Romance

Length: Oneshot

Warnings: Internalized homophobia, mention of war, mention of injury (nothing descriptive)

Requested: No

Prompts: No

Summary: Polly knows you and Tommy have been in love with each other for years, so she decides to take matters into her hands.

A/N: It's my first time writing for Peaky Blinders and with a male reader. I’m sorry for the requests still waiting in my inbox, my inspiration is all over the place.

English is not my first language so feel free to correct any mistake and I would love to know what you think about it. If you like my works, please like and reblog them. REQUESTS ARE OPEN. I posted a List of prompts, so check it out! Let me know if you would like to be tagged in my works.

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[ID: a gif of Tommy Shelby smiling. End ID]

After the war, everything had changed. The men that had come back weren't the ones that had left. They were haunted by nightmares; they drank a lot more and smiled a lot less, especially Tommy. He used to smile all the times, so bright every room would light up. Now, however, he rarely ever did. At first, Polly had even thought he wasn't smiling at all, but then she started noticing. The first time it happened was just after she had scolded him in his office. As she was leaving, you walked in and greeted her. She had almost missed the childish, amused smiles you and his nephew had exchanged then, so similar to those you used to share back when you were fifteen and you had managed to do something mischievous. From then on, she kept a close eye on the two of you, but you were too lost in each other to notice.

You had grown together. You would always play together and were joined at the hip since you were little kids. You were like a son to Polly. She and your mother used to joke about the fact that if they called one of you, both of you would appear. Polly was convinced you were two bodies sharing one soul. She was sure of it when you started to fall for each other without even knowing. You were young back then, and she thought you would have time to get your shit together and admit your love to the other, so she didn't say anything.

When Tommy announced his intention to volunteer for the war, she had looked at you, expecting you to join him, and you were already standing, looking at Tommy.

"I'm coming too," you had said, when what you really wanted to say was "I'm coming with you, I'll follow you anywhere, Tommy." The two of you had been so lost in each other's eyes that Polly was sure you didn't even hear when John and Arthur said they would come too. She had prayed for all of you that night and every night and day until the day you came back.

The day you had left, while the women and little Finn hugged the Shelby brothers, Polly had taken you to the side at the train station to ask you to take care of Tommy, and taking care of him you did.

In France, you didn't let anyone come between you. A month in and every officer knew you two weren't to be separated. You would make sure Tommy was eating and would share cigarette after cigarette with him when he couldn't sleep. You still gave him reasons to smile. And you saved his life.

You were shoving him out of the way before even realizing what was happening. You didn't die that day in Tommy's arms, but it did change your life. As you were hit by the bullet aimed at Tommy, he was hit with the realization that life was too short to spend the entirety of it trying to ignore his feelings for you.

He didn't listen to any of the people who told him he couldn't stay by your side the whole time you spent in the hospital. He was finally left alone when John and Arthur convinced one of the officers that he would be of no use on the field if you weren't there by his side.

When you woke up in the middle of the night after the surgery, Tommy was there. And hidden by the dark, he kissed you for the first time.

Keeping your relationship hidden when living in such close quarters with so many people hadn't been easy. Coming home had meant you could finally kiss and hug and fuck. Nobody knew about your relationship, but you didn't mind and you understood why Tommy didn't want anyone to know. You respected that but dreaded the day people would start to get suspicious and he would have to marry some girl to avoid the rumours.

You had no idea someone suspected of your relationship, but Polly noticed it all: smiles, fleeting touches, glances, winks. She never thought she would see his nephew wink or you blush like that. You were Tommy's smile. You clearly made him happy. So she was having a hard time wrapping her head around the fact that her nephew had yet to make a move on you. It seemed like her intervention was needed.

It was the end of the day. You were sitting on Tommy's desk, laughing at something he had said. He was lounging back in his chair, relaxed as he could only be around you. A cigarette was being passed between the two of you.

Polly barged into the office. You jumped up from your spot and Tommy straightened in his chair.

"Thomas, a word," she demanded, barely acknowledging your presence.

"I'll see you later at the Garrison," you said quickly to Tommy, before disappearing quickly out of the door without even waiting to see him nod.

You were always included in family meetings, and your opinions were held in high consideration, but you didn't want to intrude on Tommy's relationship with his aunt, not when Polly was like that.

Tommy's eyebrows arched as he watched Polly carefully, trying to understand what had gotten in her this time. He slowly killed his cigarette in the ashtray.

"Polly," he started cautiously, but before he could continue, his aunt spoke.

"When are you going to put an end to this foolishness, Thomas?"

Tommy's heart skipped a beat. "What are you talking about, Pol?" he asked, trying to sound more nonchalant than he felt. He leaned forward a bit. His hands gripped the armrests of his chair, bracing for the impact. He knew the moment would come, sooner or later, when he would have to choose between you and his family. But the time was here and he wasn't ready. He would never be.

"Don't play dumb, Thomas, you know what I'm talking about... This," she gestured to intend the relationship between the two of you.

"I don't follow," he said.

He took a cigarette from the case you had given him before the war. It had seen everything you two had gone through. He stroked the cigarette on his lips before setting it between them. The motion always made you weak. He lit it up to keep himself busy and try to calm down. There was no way she could know. she had to be talking about something else.

"You two are grown men. I didn't say anything when you were young. I thought you just needed time to figure things out, but it's been a while and nothing has changed."

He slowly exhaled the smoke, giving up all hope she could be talking about anything else. "How long have you known?"

"Years. You were sixteen and no matter how many girls tried to win you over, you only had time and eyes for him."

"He was my best friend!" he spitted through gritted teeth.

"One day, after you had spent the whole afternoon together in your room doing God knows what, you came to me and asked what was the difference between friendship and love, Thomas. Do you remember?"

He nodded slowly and cursed himself. If Polly knew, other people might find out. You were in danger. He needed to make sure you were safe, and then he would think about Polly.

Before he could spiral, Polly spoke again. "When will you grow a pair and just tell him you love him?"

He was surprised, to say the least. He opened his mouth to speak, but she held up her hand to stop him. "I know you are afraid people won't respect you anymore if they find out or that someone will try to hurt him to get to you. All I'm saying is you can be open with your own family, Tommy. He deserves this, and you do too."

He closed his mouth, then opened it again. "What if Arthur tells someone when he is drunk, eh? What if little Finn goes around telling someone thinking it's no big deal?"

Polly shook her head and smiled gently. "Do you really think you can hide that forever? With the way you look at each other? I don't think so, Tom."

She turned to leave, but before she could, Tommy's voice stopped her in her tracks. "Is this your way to say you approve?" he asked.

She looked at her nephew and for a moment she saw the sixteen years old he once was, with those big blue eyes, that were your damnation, wide, looking for approval. She smiled and left.

That was a lot and completely unexpected. Tommy fell back into his chair and ran a hand over his face.

When he walked into the Garrison, Polly was already there, sipping a whisky at the counter. He nodded at Harry to have his whisky in the private room. He didn't notice you sitting at a secluded table, uncomfortably close to a girl John had introduced to you upon your arrival. However, when he saw you weren't in the little room with his brothers, he panicked, already expecting the worst.

"Where is he?" he demanded. His brothers stopped laughing at something, to look at him confused and worried. "Who?" Arthur cautiously asked, irritating Tommy further.

"Your lover is sitting on the other side of the room with a girl your brothers so kindly introduced to him," Ada piped up from her spot, a fake smile on her face and her arms crossed. Her eyes bore into him. She knew too. Damn, the women of that family.

Arthur and John's faces were comically confused.

Tommy stormed out of the room and spotted you. Your head snapped up when you heard the door bang open. Your eyes widened as he made his way over to you with long steps. He looked unstoppable and scary. That was probably what anyone else saw when they laid their eyes on Tommy Shelby. Everyone was looking at him, trying to understand what was going on. Harry winced behind the bar, already picturing the place after the fight that would very likely take place there in a matter of minutes.

Ada, John and Arthur had followed their brother out of the room and had stopped at the door to see what would happen.

He came to a stop in front of you.

"Tommy," you uttered, trying to find the words to explain the situation. You had tried to convince John that you didn't need help finding a girl, but Shelbys would never take no for an answer.

"Mister Shelby," a sickly sweet and flirty voice interrupted the staring contest. The girl next to you leaned forward to introduce herself to your boyfriend, whose complete attention was on you. He pushed her back into her chair. She let out an outraged cry, but he ignored her in favour of grabbing the front of the suit you were wearing, one you had bought together, and pulled you into a kiss. You didn't hear the gasps and murmurs coming from around you. You relaxed and your hands fell to his hips. You kissed him back until you both needed to breathe. You gave him the brightest smile, winning one back.

He wrapped an arm around your hips and turned towards the onlookers.

"This man is mine, and if any of you fuckers tries to take him away from me or says something nasty about him, I'll cut you personally."

The room was so silent you were sure you could have heard a pin drop.

"By order of the Peaky fookin' Blinders!" Arthur roared from the other end of the room.

Polly and Ada smiled.

"Fucking finally, Tom!" John chimed in, grinning. And just like that, the tension in the room dispersed.

"Harry, open that bottle of champagne!" Arthur boomed, making Tommy laugh. You loved seeing him so happy and carefree. You promised yourself you would do everything you could to make sure he would always be like that.

You two made your way over to the private room to join the other Shelbys on the celebration. John patted your back. "Welcome to the family."

"Are you implying I wasn't part of it before?" you asked, pretending to be offended.

"No, of course not, you know..."

"Relax, Johnny boy, I'm just messing with you." You pulled his cap down his face, making Ada laugh.

She pulled you into a hug.

Tommy and Polly observed the exchange amused. "You were wrong about one thing," Tommy told her. His eyes didn't leave you.

"What's that?"

"We've been together for some years now."

She looked at him surprised. "Thomas Michael Shelby, you..." She slapped his arm, making him laugh.

"Let's make a toast," Arthur said, after filling the glasses and handing them around. Tommy wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer.

"To Tommy finally getting his shit together." Ada raised her glass and you laughed.

Tommy kissed your temple.

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Will get us all killed | m!reader

Date: 29.10.2022

Pairing:  Tommy Shelby x m!reader

Reader’s pronouns: he/him

Words: 3.318

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Characters: m!reader, Tommy Shelby, Polly Gray, Ada Shelby, John Shelby, Arthur Shelby, Esme Shelby

Genre: Romance

Length: Oneshot

Warnings: Mention of injury (nothing descriptive), slightly sexual content (there is an erection mentioned but nothing more), angst with a happy ending

Requested: No

Prompts: No

Summary: Tommy's plan is stupid. It gets John injured and you angry. Your hate for each other gets out of hand.

A/N: English is not my first language, so feel free to correct any mistake, and I would love to know what you think about it. If you like my works, please like and reblog them. REQUESTS ARE OPEN. I posted a List of prompts, so check it out! Let me know if you would like to be tagged in my works.

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It wasn't that you weren't listening. You were, which is exactly why you were furious. Tommy had called yet another family meeting to explain one of his absurd plans. They usually didn't make any sense, mainly because he kept most things for himself. The others executed blindly everything he asked, which often got them to get shot at, which, okay, fine, probably was partly their fault because they were quite stupid, and you thought that with all the love. You really cared for John and Arthur.  You, however, couldn't help but point out all the plans' flaws. Tommy hated you for that, but it wasn't your fault if his stupid plans weren't foolproof. You were sure Tommy would have kicked you out of the family meetings, and even from the Peaky Blinders if he could, but you had Polly's protection. She had raised you as her son, taking you in when your mother, her best friend, died. You had grown up with the Shelbys, and while you got along with everyone, you just couldn't see Tommy without wanting to punch him. It hadn't always been like that, though. Tommy was the most brilliant of the family, with Ada being a close second, so he wasn't used to having people rival his intelligence before meeting you. At first, you had tried to be his friend, since he seemed to be the one who was more like you, but he had pushed you away, and after a while, you had stopped trying. Instead, you got really close to John and Ada.

When Tommy finished explaining his plan, the others slipped out of the door, glancing your way. You were still leaning with your back against the wall. Your arms were crossed in front of your chest, and you were burning holes into Tommy's face with your gaze. John snorted, amused at your antics, and exchanged a look with Arthur, who chuckled and patted your shoulder.

"I know a few gipsy curses if you need them," Esme whispered passing by on her way to the door. It made you smile, but it didn't last long. It soon disappeared when Tommy's icy eyes met yours.

"Don't kill each other. We need you both," Ada said as she was leaving. Her tone betrayed the fact that she didn't really believe you would ever come close to that.

Polly was the last one to leave. Before closing the door, she looked at you, trying to tell you just with her gaze to go easy on Tommy. You ignored it.

"Close the door, Pol," Tommy said without turning to her or taking his eyes away from you. She did so, leaving the two of you alone.

Tommy raised his eyebrows and crossed his arms, mirroring your stance. "So?"

"So you keep underestimating threats and you keep important information to yourself." You pushed away from the wall and took a couple of steps towards the table between you and Tommy. "And this plan won't fucking work because that man knows Arthur. He knows he is your brother," you explained waving your hands around animatedly.

"It will be fine."

"Because you are so fucking brilliant, right?" you spat.

He took a cigarette from his silver case. He stroked it against his plump lips, then placed it between them in that way that irritated you so much. He offered you one too.

You ignored the offering. Instead, you went around the table, stopping mere inches from his face. "If someone gets hurt, I will personally hurt you, Thomas," you said, punctuating the words and poking his firm chest with your finger before storming out. Tommy smiled to himself. He loved riling you up.

As you stepped out of the room, people scrambled around, avoiding your gaze, almost as if they had been eavesdropping on the conversation and didn't want you to notice. You decided you didn't care and went to your office to get back to work. On your way there, Ada approached you.

"What happened?" she asked, walking by your side.

"Your brother is an idiot and will get us all killed, that's what happened." You walked into your office and she followed.

"You are the only one thinking that, you know that, right?"

"Apparently I'm the only one with some fucking sense here." You sat at your desk and took a cigarette from the case you had left there. You placed it between your lips and reached for the matches.

She closed the door behind her and walked up to your desk.

"You are the only one who made the point of his life to go against every word Tommy speaks," she corrected.

You arched your eyebrows and lit your cigarette.

"Not my fault he is a bloody idiot." You released the smoke upwards.

She shook her head smiling. "The day you get over this hate of yours, you'll see what we all see."

"And what is it that you see, Ada?"

She crossed her arms. She had no intention of telling you, clearly. "You two are so similar."

"No, we are not," you replied, with more heat than necessary.

She smiled triumphantly. "We all see through your little act," she sing-songed heading to the door.

You got up hastily.

"What are you talking about? Ada, I'm not done talking with you." Before you could go around your desk, she was already out of the door. "Come back here, Ada!" You had all intentions of following her, but one of the men walked in to show you one of the books.

"Fucking Shelbys," you grumbled, making the man chuckle.

You would deal with Ada later.

Later never came, because Thomas' stupid plan had gone to hell not even half an hour in. The man had recognized Arthur as soon as he had seen him, as you had said, and had opened fire on him and John. A bullet had grazed Arthur's arm. He would be fine. John, however, hadn't been so lucky. Before you could put a bullet in that bastard's head, he had hit John in his left shoulder, too close to his heart for your liking. Now he was laying in a hospital bed. The doctor had said that he would be fine, but you were fuming. Polly and Arthur nervously watched you pace back and forth next to your best friend's bed. They had tried to calm you down, but had stopped after you had yelled at Arthur. You were halfway through Arthur's cigarettes. You had already finished yours, but they hadn't helped calm your nerves.

Tommy stormed into the room, Ada hot on his heels. Polly and Arthur stood straighter, ready to intervene. You turned to look at him and quickly killed the cigarette in the ashtray.

"Tommy, what the fuck!" Ada tried to hold him back by his arm, but to no avail.

"What the fuck did you do?" he yelled to your face.

You clenched your fist and before Tommy knew it, you had punched him.

"I tried to save our asses, you fucking cunt!" you snarled through your teeth.

He grabbed the collar of your jacket and you took hold of the front of his shirt.

"You killed that man and fucked up every chance we had. That's what you did," he replied through his teeth.

Arthur and Polly stepped in just as a nurse rushed in, asking you to leave.

"I told you this would happen and you didn't listen because you are oh so fucking clever, and now my best friend is in that bed because of you."

Polly gently put a hand on your shoulder, but you kept glaring at Tommy.

"Alright, boys, you better take this outside."

Her other hand rested on one of Tommy's. He let you go and slowly you did too.

He nodded to the door and turned to leave. You followed him out and didn't register the relief that flooded the room the moment you left.

Tommy walked down the hall, looking for an empty room. He finally found one and pushed the door open to let you in. You spared him a glare as you walked him. He followed and closed the door.

You crossed your arms and turned to look at him, waiting for him to talk. You had said everything you needed to already.

"You know this is a dangerous business and Arthur and John know too. You all know there are risks. You can't go around killing every person I need, no matter how much of a dick they are."

You rolled your eyes and scoffed shaking your head. You pointed the finger at him.

"This is your fault. This wouldn't have happened if you just had listened to me! But you never fucking do. And I'm so tired of your bullshit. I know you never liked me because I am more intelligent than you but, for fucks sake, get over it," you hissed in his face.

He seemed taken aback by your words. When he didn't reply, you rolled your eyes and walked away from him.

"You're wrong."

You scoffed. "Of course."

"No, I mean-"

"I know exactly what you mean. Because you are the one who is always fucking right. The only one with a brain and all that. Isn't that right, Tommy?" You spat out the words like venom.

You heard him cover the distance between you with a few steps, and when you turned back to him, you didn't expect him to be so close.

"It's not what you think it is," he murmured. How could he be so collected when you just wanted to punch him again?

"I know exactly what it is, Thomas!"

"No, you don't."

"Fuck you."

He licked his lips, and you knew he was about to talk again, but you wouldn't let him.

"Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you, Thomas Shelby. Your brother is laying on that bed with a bullet in him and you-"

"They already took it out," he corrected offhandedly.

And you just couldn't help it. You pushed him full force with both hands. He bumped into the wall behind him. You walked up to him and took him by the collar of his jacket.

Instead of pushing you away, Tommy grabbed your hips and pushed them forward, against him. You were confused for a brief moment before you felt his erection pressing against your leg. You looked down to where your bodies met and then up at him.

"Tommy..."

"You're wrong."

Before you could react to his words, he pulled you into a heated kiss. You were paralyzed for a moment before you melted into it. Your body relaxed against his as you kissed him back. His lips were as soft as they looked. You would never admit to anyone that you had wondered how they would feel on yours every time he stroked a cigarette on them or licked them, but you had. It seemed like his lips were a match that had put your stomach on fire. Your desire to punch him had faded away. The kiss you were sharing and your bodies touching was all that mattered. Until the door opened and you pulled away as fast as lightning.

A nurse entered with fresh sheets in her arms and looked at you confused, then she spotted Tommy.

"I'm very sorry, Mr Shelby, I didn't know you were here. I'll leave you alone."

You fixed your suit. "No need to, we were done," you assured, and without waiting for a reply, you passed by her and walked out the door without sparing Thomas a glance. His eyes followed you until you disappeared, and then he cleared his throat and fixed his suit before leaving with a whispered "have a nice day" to the nurse.

When he walked out, you were nowhere to be seen. He went back to John's room, but you weren't there either.

It took him almost two days to realize you were avoiding him. He had been busy fixing the mess, and Polly said you were spending all your time by John's bed, which was to be expected. Except for the fact that when he went to the hospital the evening after the incident, you weren't there. He figured you had gone home to change and rest now that John was awake and his life wasn't at risk anymore.

When you didn't show up for dinner as always, he just thought you were too tired.

That night he fell asleep to the memory of your lips on his and for once his dreams weren't filled with the noise of the shovels but with your voice whispering his name.

The morning after, you weren't at the shop. That was weird, you were always the first to arrive.

By midday, he had been on the receiving end of so many of Ada and Esme's glares, he decided he needed a break.

He visited John, hoping to find you there, but once again you weren't.

He had thought Ada and Esme's looks were because they deemed him to be the cause of John's injury, but he changed his mind later that afternoon when Polly walked into his office like a woman with a mission.

"You two need to talk."

He glanced at her before his eyes went back to the papers he was reading. "I already talked with John."

"It's not John I'm talking about."

That grabbed his attention. "What are you talking about?" he asked, forgetting about the papers for a minute.

"Fix whatever mess you have caused, Thomas." She walked out without waiting for his reply.

He sighed and ran a hand over his face. So you were avoiding him because of what had happened.

He decided not to listen to Polly, so maybe you were right when you said he never listened. He would give you some time. Maybe you just needed to come to terms with what had happened between the two of you.

You didn't come to work the day after, even though all the paperwork that had been on your desk the day before had been done. Tommy wasn't surprised. You were a workaholic just like him. You probably had just moved your office to your house.

Family meetings were weird without you glaring at him, interrupting, huffing and insulting him under your breath. Ada and Esme's looks weren't as fun.

"What are you waiting for, Thomas?" Polly questioned after the others had left the meeting.

"I'll talk to him," he assured.

That same night, he grabbed the dinner Polly had put aside for you and set out to come to visit you.

You had told Polly times and times again that you were fully capable of taking care of yourself and that she didn't need to cook for you, but there was no saying no to Polly Gray. She had been sending you food through Ada or Esme every evening you hadn't shown up for dinner with the family at hers. She hadn't asked anything, but she was Polly Gray. She didn't need to ask. She just knew things and she knew something had happened between you and Tommy.

You weren't surprised when you heard a knock at your door.

"Coming," you yelled as you made your way to the door.

"Finally, I'm star-" you cut yourself off midsentence when you saw Tommy.

"Tommy... What are you doing here?"

He handed you the plate. "Brought you dinner. Thought it was time for us to talk."

You sighed and nodded, inviting him in. He stepped in and you closed the door behind him. You didn't remember him ever visiting you before.

You passed by him and went to the kitchen, followed by him. "You don't mind if I eat while you talk?"

He took off his coat he abandoned on the back of a chair and his cap throwing it on the table before he sat down. "Please."

You sat down on the opposite end of the table with the dish in front of you and started eating.

Tommy took his time to light a cigarette.

"You've been avoiding me."

You didn't say anything. You couldn't really deny that.

"Why?" he asked when you didn't reply.

You scoffed. "What was I supposed to do? I tried to figure out why you would do something like that and came up with nothing. I thought you might have wanted to get me caught but then they-"

"Stop thinking I hate you."

You looked at him as if he had grown a second head. "Why would I? It's not exactly like you ever proved me wrong."

"I kissed you."

"Which you might have done for some ulterior motive. Did you forget I know you, Tommy? You always have some kind of hidden agenda."

He took a long drag from his cigarette, his eyes were fixed on you as if he was analysing you.

"There was no hidden agenda. I've been wanting to kiss you since... forever," he admitted softly.

You snorted. "You hate everything I do. I'm always in your way, have been since we were kids."

Tommy shook his head. "Yeah, I wasn't fond of you when we were kids, but things change." He leaned forward and you looked at him, the food now forgotten. "I don't hate anything you do. On the contrary, I love it. You are the only one who stands his ground with me and speaks up against me and points out all the flaws in my plans because you're not only clever but also very observant. How could I hate it when it's so hot?"

You shook your head, smiling bitterly. "Please. Don't play with me. You've had your fun."

"I'm not playing. I've been waiting for this for ages."

"Why didn't you say anything, then?"

"I had a lot of reasons to believe you didn't like me," he said matter-of-factly, "and you had your reasons not to like me. I just think we should start anew, give each other a chance. Give this a chance."

You couldn't deny it was a good prospect. Peace at last.

"If that's what you want. If you like me too."

You hesitated, then nodded. "Okay. Yeah. I think we can try."

Tommy smiled and got up. He slowly walked around the table. He stopped to kill the cigarette in the ashtray you kept on the table, then continued towards you and stopped in front of you. He put his hands in the pockets of his elegant trousers.

"Are you going to come back to work now?"

You sighed. "Ugh... I mean, the boss is a pain in the ass, but the guy next door is cute," you joked.

He snorted. "Is that a yes?"

You nodded.

"Everything clear?"

"Good. See you tomorrow."

You huffed. "We are gonna die," you mumbled.

"What was that?" Tommy asked lifting his chin, daring you to repeat what you had just said.

"Your plan has more holes than a colander."

"Not again," Ada groaned.

"Okay, we'll leave you to it," John announced. He was the first to leave the room, followed by everyone else while you and Tommy had a staring match.

Polly was the last to leave. She looked at the two of you knowingly.

"Make it quick, boys," she said as she closed the door.

You got closer and sat on the table.

"So?" Tommy asked, walking up to you.

"You are an idiot." Before he could retort, you pulled him into a kiss by his collar.

His hands slipped to your hips and pulled you against his chest. You smiled against his lips.

He pulled away from your lips just a few inches to speak. "You need to stop challenging my authority in front of everyone."

"Nah, It's too much fun."

He pushed you away, making you laugh. He tried to suppress a smile trying to act annoyed, but he couldn't, not when he heard you laughing.

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Aftershave | ftm!reader

Date: 08.10.2022

Pairing:  Oscar Isaac Hernandez Estrada x ftm!reader

Reader’s pronouns: he/him

Words: 1.012

Fandom: Óscar Isaac Hernández Estrada

Characters: ftm!reader, Oscar Isaac Hernandez Estrada

Genre: Romance

Length: Oneshot

Warnings: None

Requested: No

Prompts: No

Summary: Oscar teaches you how to shave.

A/N: It's my first time writing an ftm reader, but it made me super happy. I’m sorry for the requests still waiting in my inbox, my inspiration is all over the place.

English is not my first language so feel free to correct any mistake and I would love to know what you think about it. If you like my works, please like and reblog them. REQUESTS ARE OPEN. I posted a List of prompts, so check it out! Let me know if you would like to be tagged in my works.

Thanks to Dad How Do I for explaining to me how to shave.

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[ID: a gif of Óscar Isaac Hernández Estrada standing half naked, with a woman in the background. From the movie A Most Violent Year, dir. J. C. Chandor (2014). End ID]

"Love, I'm home!" Oscar voice came from the hall, followed by the sound of the front door closing.

"Kitchen!" you called back, sipping on your tea while reading.

He walked into the kitchen with a bright smile. He stopped to admire you. He loved watching you.

Feeling his eyes on you, you quickly finished reading the sentence, then looked up at him and smiled.

"Hey! How was your day?"

He walked over. "It was good. I had fun."

He lowered a little to kiss you on your lips and you smiled against his lips. You put down the mug to avoid spilling its content. Oscar took your face between his hands and suddenly pulled back, looking at you surprised. You looked back worried.

"Wha..."

Before you could ask what was happening, Oscar let out an excited "I can feel beard!"

You had been taking testosterone for more than a year, and most of the changes had already taken place, but you yet had to see facial hair. So, when your boyfriend told you that, you jumped up from the chair and ran to the bathroom to look at yourself in the mirror. Oscar was right behind you.

In front of the mirror, you looked at the patchy hair that had grown on your chin and grinned at Oscar's reflection. You touched the hair slowly, almost as if you were worried they couldn't be felt under your touch.

"I have a beard!" You turned to Oscar and hugged him. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around you.

"You do, mi amor. You are so handsome."

You grinned at him. Then, you turned shy.

He frowned. "What's up, querido?"

"Would you... Would you teach me to shave?" you asked unsure of how he would react.

He chuckled and kissed your nose. "Of course."

Your face lit up. He kissed your lips, then stepped around you and washed his hands, before taking everything he needed to shave. He handed you a new razor. You stood by his side as he filled the basin with hot water.

"First, saving cream." He took the spray can and put some of the foamy content on his hand, then started covering the lower half of his face with it.

You did the same humming. That was easy.

Oscar smiled at you in the mirror.

When both of you were done, he took the razor.

"Now. You start near the ear. Well, I guess you can start wherever, but I like starting from near the ears and move towards the mouth," he explained, looking at you in the mirror.

You nodded.

"This is the tricky part. You want to make sure your skin is tense where you are going to shave, so it is harder to cut yourself which can happen quite easily, especially around the ears and the mouth and nose."

You nodded again. He started shaving carefully the area around the ear. He proceeded towards the mouth. Then he did the same on the other side of his face. He often immersed the razor in the hot water to take the shaving cream off it. When he arrived at the mouth he had left unshaven, he made a funny face, opening his mouth in a O to make sure the skin was tense and carefully shaved the chin, then the part between his mouth and nose.

Throughout the whole process, you just stared at him, careful to observe every movement to imitate it later.

He only needed to shave his neck, and it would be done.

"Here too you want your skin tense, so just tilt up your chin and always go from the chin down." He demonstrated. He cleaned the razor in the water once again. Then he rinsed his face and gently patted his face with his towel.

"And last, aftershave." He applied it, filling the room with the scent you loved so much.

"Now you."

You slowly went through all the motions he had shown you. You really just needed it on your chin, but you had always found it entertaining watching him shave and you had been impatient to be able to do the same.

He watched you shaving.

"Tense it more here," he said when you were about to shave under your nose. He nodded as you did what he said.

"Now the neck."

You tilted your chin up.

"A little more," he instructed. His gentle fingers helped you tilt your head to the right angle.

When you were done, you cleaned the razor. Then rinsed your face.

"He opened the basin so that the water would flow. Always remember to rinse the basin afterwards or your hair will stick to it and it's not nice." He did so as he spoke.

After you had dried your face, he handed you his aftershave.

"Your aftershave."

"Yes. You love its scent."

You blushed a little. "How do you know?"

He chuckled. "You always inhale deeply when your nose is next to my neck."

You took the bottle from him and applied some of the liquid on your face. "Not my fault if it's good. I'm actually with you for your aftershave." 

He pretended to be offended. "Hey! Give that back to me." He leaned in to try and take the bottle from you, but you pulled it away from him laughing.

It didn't take long before he managed to take it back and put it down on the sink. Then he wrapped his arms around you and bit your neck jokingly while you laughed. He rubbed his nose on your neck.

"Hmm your aftershave smells amazing," he said, making you laugh more.

"Yeah?"

He nodded and looked at you adoringly. "You are the most handsome man I've ever seen," he said.

You pretended to be shocked. "Oh, baby! Have you never looked in a mirror?"

He chuckled and shook his head. "I have, and I have to admit I'm a close second, but you win the title."

You giggled. "Sap."

"Guilty," he admitted before pecking your lips. You smiled softly against his.

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I loved "Little sister"! Would you consider making it a series or at least writing part two? I'm reading all those Skam fics and I adore them

Hi!

This makes me so happy!

Unfortunately I won't make a series out of it because I have a problem with series which is at some point I lose interest (as soon as I stop hyperfixating on the topic) and I can never finish them, and I won't write a part two either (at least for now) because my hyperfixation on skam og is long gone (it can always come back, I never know) and lately I've been feeling quite dysphoric so writing f!reader would make me feel worse, in addition to all this, I had thought that as a oneshot, so right now I really have no idea how that could continue.

Sorry, but thank you for asking! ❤️

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If you weren't so drunk | f!reader

Date: 15.03.2021

Pairing:  Edoardo Incanti x Reader, side Elia Santini x Filippo Sava, past Edoardo Incanti x Eleonora Sava

Reader's pronouns: she/her

Words: 3.275

Fandom: SKAM Italia

Characters: Reader, Edoardo Incanti, Elia Santini, others

Genre: Romance

Length: Oneshot

Warnings: Alcohol, fluff

Requested: No

Prompts: "How much did you drink?"

"Aw, you're so cute."

"What did you do?"

"Yeah, well, if you weren't so drunk maybe I would."

"That's not fair."

"You promised me a cookie!"

"Did I ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are?"

"Stay here tonight."

"You're fun to touch."

"How do you get your skin to be so soft?"

Summary: Your friends leave you getting drunk by yourself at a party. Edoardo finds you and takes care of you.

A/N: I'm back after such a long time! I started long time ago and then left it because life got in the way, the other day I stumbled on it and I decided to finish it. It wasn't supposed to turn out so long. It's not one of the longest I've ever written, I just thought it would be shorter. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it! (Yes, I do miss Skam Italia.)

English is not my first language so feel free to correct any mistake and I would love to know what you think about it. REQUESTS ARE OPEN. I posted a List of prompts, so check it out! Let me know if you would like to be tagged in my works.

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[ID: gif of Edoardo Incanti smiling sheepishly and looking down. End ID.]

It was ridiculous. The way Edoardo had fallen for you without even noticing was something Federico never stopped teasing him about. He didn’t know how it had happened nor how he had failed to notice you earlier. The first time he took notice of you was at that party where those homophobes had insulted Martino. Both Giovanni and Elia had defended him without thinking twice about it but so had the Villa Boys and you. Being Elia’s best friend, you were close to all the boys. You had been the only girl taking part in the fight and once it was over, he had noticed you worriedly checking Elia to see if he had any injury without caring for your split lip and the cut on your eyebrow. Back then he had thought you were Elia’s girlfriend, and he had his thing going on with Eleonora, so he just pushed you to the back of his mind. Since then, he had seen you many more times, but you had never looked at him, not even once, it was frustrating. You didn’t seem to be infatuated with him like most of the girls of the school, nor did you try to fight him like Eleonora had done, it was like he didn’t exist for you. He didn’t understand. He wasn’t used to it.

The thing was that you were so shy that you barely spoke to people who weren’t the boys, you hadn’t even been able to become friends with the girls. Moreover, you weren’t really the type of person to steal someone’s boyfriend and Edoardo and Eleonora seemed very cute. So, you had just put aside your feelings, never voicing them, because you really liked Edoardo, but you weren’t so naïve to think you had any chance with him.

When he and Eleonora broke up, he couldn’t take his mind off you anymore, there was nothing to distract him from you now.

You didn’t really want to go to that stupid party, you just wanted to stay at home and watch the last episode of your favourite TV series, but Elia had dragged you there along with the boys. Not ten minutes after your arrival they were all gone. Giovanni was somewhere making out with Eva and Luchino with Silvia, while Martino and Niccolò were dancing. Elia had promised he wouldn’t leave your side, but he was gone the minute he saw Filippo. You were happy for your best friend, but you had no idea what to do all alone at a party you didn’t want to be at. You decided that the best way to spend the time there was drinking. You only ever did that with the boys because you needed them to take care of you when you were drunk. You were much more talkative then and extremely funny, or so they said, but you lost the ability of doing anything on your own.

Edoardo found you almost two hours and several drinks later, you were already talking with a nice plant near the sofa you were sitting on.

“Oh my God, Eli, he’s coming towards us!” you said to the plant, noticing Edoardo making his way to you. You smiled from ear to ear.

“Hey, Y/N, how are you?” he asked sitting down next to you.

“Oh my God, Eli, he knows my name” you exclaimed to the plant before looking back to Edoardo who now had an amused smile on his beautiful face.

“How much did you drink?” he asked, trying not to laugh.

You thought about that for a while before showing him your thumb extremely close to your pointer. “This much.”

He looked at you with an expression which said, ‘You can’t think I will believe that’.

“Okay, maybe a little more” you said shrugging your shoulders and taking another sip of your umpteenth beer.

“Come on, I’m taking you home” he said getting up and straightening his shirt. He looked so good in it and your dreamy expression told him you appreciated it, but he didn’t need to guess it since you said it yourself. “You look good in shirts.”

“Thank you,” he replied smiling genuinely. “Now get up so I can take you home.”

He took a jacket that was lying beside you on the sofa. “Is this your jacket?” he asked but you didn’t notice because you were deep in conversation with Elia-plant, and you were telling him that Edoardo was taking you home and that he didn’t need to worry.

Edoardo shook his head and checked the pockets of the jacket finding a phone and looked at the wallpaper which was a picture of you and Elia making silly faces. This confirmed it belonged to you. He put it back in the pocket and took your hand to help you standing up. When he got you to stand up, although not straight nor without help, he helped you to put on your jacket.

You waved at the plant and Edoardo put his arm around your waist to keep you upright and lead you to the door stopping only to take his jacket. He then proceeded with you out of Federico’s house and to his car. He helped you climbing in the passenger seat and then fastened the seatbelt. You were looking at him with a stupid smile.

“What?”

“Aw, you’re so cute” you said sighing.

He smiled. “Thanks.”

He closed the door and went around. Once he had closed his door too, you burst laughing and he looked confused at you. “What did you do?”

“A little puffy fart” you said taking your arms around yourself. He tried once more not to laugh and put his jacket on you as a blanket.

“Do you think you can tell me where you live?” he asked starting the car.

“In a flat in a white building. I like it there because I know everyone.”

He smiled. “Maybe you could tell me the name of the street.”

“Mom says I shouldn’t give my address to people” you said looking at him suspicious.

“How can I take you home if you don’t tell me where it is?”

“Mh... What will you give me if I tell you?” you asked thoughtful.

“What about a cookie?”

You smiled satisfied and told him the name of the street.

“You’re incredibly easy to bribe” he commented amused.

After putting the address in the satnav, you left the parking lot. Nobody said anything for a couple of minutes and Edoardo thought you had fallen asleep but when he glanced at you, he found you staring at him shamelessly.

“What?” he asked with a smile.

“Mh... Has someone told you your hair isn’t shitty? I like it.”

He laughed at that but kept looking at the street.

“Actually, the only person who told me it is shitty was Ele...” He began amused but by the end of the sentence he seemed sad. You were way too drunk to notice it.

“Filo agrees, actually,” you pointed out.

“Does he?” he asked, not really interested and you nodded.

“Aren’t you afraid he will take Elia away from you?” he asked trying to sound casual. He failed to do so but you were too drunk to notice.

“Do you think girls will take Fede away from you?” you asked closing your eyes.

“He is my best friend, it’s different.”

“I know he is.” You didn’t think you needed to add any explanation to it. “I want a puppy” you said, instead.

“A puppy?”

“Yes, so every time I’ll look at it, I will think about you. You seem a lost puppy, right now” you explained giggling, one eye open and fixed on him.

“It’s because I don’t understand what you’re trying to say” he admitted.

“What is there to understand?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“I think Filo likes Elia” he said glancing at you.

You chuckled. “He better, Elia likes him too.”

“I mean Filo likes-likes him” he repeated trying to make you understand what he meant.

“Elia likes-likes him too” you replied closing your eyes. “I bet they’ll get together by the end of the week, Gio says by the end of the month, Niccolò thinks…”

“You and Elia aren’t together?” he interrupted you.

You chuckled. “No, he’s like a brother.”

“Oh…” He sounded relieved. “And you don’t have a boyfriend?”

“How do you know I’m straight?” you asked sleepy.

“I’m sorry… I just assumed…” he replied embarrassed.

You sighed. “You should never assume. I’m single.”

“And you are…?”

“Bi.”

Edoardo nodded and didn’t say anything else for a while.

“Do you like someone?” he finally asked. He turned to look at you, but you were already asleep. He smiled softly.

He parked in front of your house and got down. He came to your side and unfastened your belt.

“Hey” he whispered. “We’re home.”

You moved. Your eyes were still closed. “Cookie.”

“What?” he asked confused.

“You promised me a cookie!” you said opening your eyes.

He snorted and helped you out of the car. “I’ll give you one… tomorrow.”

“That’s not fair, I want it now” you pointed out.

He closed the car and helped you to the door, then rummaged in the pockets of your jacket to find your keys. When he found them, he tried to open the door. It wasn’t as easy as it normally would because he had to try different keys before finding the right one while you kept touching his face. “Please, stop. I’m trying to open the door.”

“You’re fun to touch” you said with no intention of stopping. “How do you get your skin to be so soft?”

“If you stop touching my face and let me open the door, I promise I’ll show you my skincare routine.”

You let go and he finally managed to open and let you in.

“On which floor do you live?”

He counted on your fingers and after a very long moment you replied “five.”

“This building only has three floors” he pointed out, then sighed and helped you up the stairs looking at every door you passed by looking for your surname on the doorbell. When he finally found it, he once again had to find the right key but was finally able to open the door.

You stumbled in and swore against the doormat. He urged you to keep silent as he closed the door behind you. He quickly found the kitchen and sat you down at the table to give you something to eat and some water to drink, hoping that would help with the hangover.

You munched on the bread staring at the table silently, too sleepy to do anything else and then drank the water. He then brought you to the bathroom so you could brush your teeth and then to what you said was your room and it really seemed so if the pictures with you and the boys all over the walls were something to go by. He sat you on the bed, took off your shoes and your jacket and put you under the blanket all dressed. He took your phone out of the pocket of the jacket and plugged it in. You seemed to be already asleep, so he kissed your forehead before leaving but you grabbed his wrist and looked at him wide-eyed. “Stay here tonight” you whispered.

“I should go…”

“Please.”

That was all it took for him to give in and lay down next to you. You were still staring at him.

“Sleep now” he said.

“Did I ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are?” you asked completely out of the blue.

He smiled. “No, we never talked before today. Yours are too, by the way.”

“That’s a pity” you said sadly but it only lasted a few seconds. “Kiss me?”

It took a moment for him to reply, he wasn’t expecting this. “Yeah, well, if you weren’t so drunk maybe I would.”

“A small kiss? Pretty please?”

He sighed and kissed your cheek. “Now sleep.”

You nodded and cuddled next to him. “I like you” you whispered moments before falling asleep.

“I like you too” he whispered back. Before he fell asleep, he sent a quick message to Federico to let him know he had left to bring you home.

He was woken in the morning by the light coming in through the window. He squeezed his eyes and ran a hand on his face and then in his hair. He felt someone move next to him. He opened his eyes wide. It took him a moment to remember what had happened the night before. He tried to move your arm wrapped around his waist so that he could leave. He didn’t want your parents to find you in such a compromising situation. He had never really cared before but now suddenly it seemed important.

The movement woke you. You squeezed him closer for a moment. “Fuck, my head hurts” you mumbled.

“Where do you keep painkillers?” he whispered back, which caused you to suddenly open your eyes, closing them right away. There was too much light.

What the hell? Was the one in your bed really Edoardo Incanti? Did you two…? No, no, you were still completely dressed.

You tried to open your eyes once more, now more carefully. He was looking at you and he was fully dressed too.

“Do you mind fetching me some water from the kitchen?” you asked. You needed to take care of your headache before you could think of why he was in your bed.

“Won’t your parents be angry?”

“They are away for the weekend” you replied slowly sitting up. He put the pillows behind your back so you could be more comfortable, then he got up and left. You looked at him surprised and only when he disappeared you closed your eyes again and ran a hand over your face. You took the painkillers from the bedside table and in doing so your eyes fell on your phone.

You took it wondering how many missed calls you would have on your phone. You groaned when you saw the actual number.

“Everything okay?” Edoardo asked walking in and handing you a glass of water and some bread.

You smiled. “Thanks.” You nodded. “Yeah, I just have so many missed calls from the boys. I should call Eli; he must be so worried.”

Edoardo nodded and took his own phone. “I should go” he said, not wanting to impose.

“You can stay, if you want” you replied.

You ate some bread and took the painkillers before calling Elia. He picked up at the second ring and without giving you the chance to say anything, he started scolding you.

“Are you crazy? Leaving like that, without telling anyone where or with whom you were going?” You opened your mouth to reply but he didn’t let you. “I was scared to death, and so were the boys. What were you thinking?! I would have never expected anything so stupid from you!” You felt bad, he was right about everything.

You heard someone, probably Filippo saying something along the lines of “go easy on her,” to which Elia replied “no, she needs to understand.”

You felt your eyes getting wet. “I understood and I am sorry, okay? I’m sorry you and the boys were worried, I really am. I was drunk, I thought I had told you” you said and your voice broke. You felt Edo caressing your back soothingly. Elia stayed silent for a moment.

“It’s okay, it’s not your fault, I left you there alone knowing perfectly well you didn’t even want to be at that party in the first place” he finally said.

“It’s not your fault either, you’re not my babysitter” you pointed out.

“I know but I was a bad friend.”

“No, you weren’t.”

“I’m just glad you’re okay” he admitted.

“I am.”

“Is he still with you?” Elia asked and for a moment it confused you. You turned to look at Edo.

“He is…” Edoardo took his gaze away from his phone and looked at you questioning.

“Did he treat you right?”

You heard Filippo chuckling and telling Elia to let you be. “She is my best friend, I’m just worried about her, okay?” Elia said back.

You snorted. “He did, he was a real gentleman” you assured, glancing at Edo who smiled back. “How did you know he was here, by the way?”

“He sent Federico a message telling him he had brought you home. That’s how I knew you weren’t dead. Now, get him on the phone, I need to talk to him.”

“Eli…” you started, but he cut you off. “Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on him, I promise.”

You sighed and handed Edo the phone. He raised his eyebrows confused. You shrugged. “He wants to talk to you.”

He took the phone hesitantly and accosted it to his ear. “Hello?”

You couldn’t hear what Elia was saying but you saw Edo’s expressions. They were quite funny.

“I won’t, I promise” Edoardo said. “Okay, okay, bye.” He gave you the phone.

“Eli…” you said in the phone. “Don’t worry, I behaved. See you tomorrow at school?”

“Yeah”

“Okay, have a nice day.”

“You too, say hi to Filo.”

“Hi!” you heard Filippo’s voice say. “Filo, my ear!” Elia complained.

You chuckled. “Bye.”

“Bye.”

You ended the call and facepalmed. “I’m sorry about that.”

Edo chuckled. “It’s okay, he was just being protective, I understand that.”

You smiled.

“Do you remember anything about last night?” he asked after a while.

“Not really, did I do something embarrassing?” you asked hiding your face in your hands. “Oh my God, we… we didn’t… did we?” You looked at him worried.

He hurried to reassure you. “No, no, we didn’t have sex.” He shook his head and his curls bounced at the motion.

“Good, good” you said nodding to yourself. “I mean, it’s not that I wouldn’t like… I mean, it’s not that you aren’t attractive, it’s just… I wouldn’t like not remembering it” you explained when you saw his hurt expression. “God, this is so embarrassing” you mumbled hiding your face in your hands once more. Your cheeks were positively burning.

“Hey, it’s okay” he tried to reassure you. “You just said you liked me, and I wanted to know if it was the alcohol talking or you really like me.”

It was getting worse by the minute.

“I did, didn’t I?” You sighed. This was the moment, if you didn’t do it now, you never would. “Fine, yes, I like you, but I know how you are. I’m not interest in a one-night stand and-”

“I like you too” he said cutting you off.

“I’m saying I am not just attracted to you-”

“Me neither, I really like you, I can’t think of anyone else, I-”

“How do I know you’re not playing with me to have sex with me?” you cut him off.

He hesitated. His past as a womanizer was coming back once more to bite him in the ass.

“You don’t and I understand why you don’t trust me on this, just give me a chance? We can have a date to get to know each other and then you can decide where you want this to go. We can stay friend if you prefer. Just give me a chance, that’s all I ask” he almost begged you. “Also, Elia said that if I hurt you, he would hang my balls on the Christmas tree” he added slightly amused.

That made you laugh. It was very Elia-like.

You nodded. “Okay, one date.”

[crowleying]

Abroad | f!reader

Date: 15.04.2020

Pairing:  Christoffer Schistad x Reader

Reader's pronouns: she/her

Words: 4.914

Fandom: SKAM

Characters: Reader, Christoffer Schistad, William Magnusson, Noora Amalie Sætre, Eva Kviig Mohn

Genre: Oneshot

Warnings: Fluff (a lot of it) and maybe a little bit of angst?

Requested by anon

Request: I forgot how I enjoy SKAM fics! So if you will need escape into writing again: I had an idea for reader, William and Chris being friends for years and she is in love with Chris but for the sake of their frendship she keeps it to herself. It's a lot of teasing and bickering between them, but she also knows his other side. And after school she suppose to study abroad, but she didn't get anywhere and she's in tough place in her life.She pretends to be abroad while she's in Oslo and somehow Willam finds out and tells Chris who is messing around with Eva. But he goes to reader and takes care of her even if he's going to army and they open up about their friendship and hidden feelings. With prompts: 54, 64, 131, 176, 187. Sorry it's so long!

Prompts: 54. “I’ve been in love with you for years.”

64. “Nobody’s seen you in days.”

131. “I’m not okay.”

176. “We’ll figure this out.”

187. “I didn’t want you to see this.”

Summary: You are supposed to go abroad to study after high school but everything goes wrong and you end up pretending with your best friends to be abroad while you’re in Oslo.

A/N: That was so quick I surprised myself. I hope it is good and you like it because I loved the request and I enjoyed so much writing it. Thank you so much for the request!

English is not my first language so feel free to correct any mistake and I would love to know what do you think about it. REQUESTS ARE OPEN. I posted a List of prompts, so check it out! Let me know if you would like to be tagged in my works. 

Also I feel like writing Edoardo x reader (SKAM Italia) so if you have any suggestion, please send them in!

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[ID: a gif of Chris Schistad laying in bed from Season 4 of SKAM. He opens his eyes. End ID]

If anyone was to ask you when was the first time you had fell in love, you wouldn’t have known. You only knew you had been in love since then and it felt like you were always falling deeper each time you looked at him, heard his laughter, saw his smile, felt his arms around you. You knew you shouldn’t have thought about him in that way, primarily because he was your best friend and secondly because he wasn’t serious with girls, he only liked sleeping around but he was different with you. You were his princess and he would treat you as one, making you feel special as no one else ever could. As much as you tried you just couldn’t stop thinking about the butterflies he made stir in your stomach.

“Are you still with us, Y/N?” Chris, your best friend and long time crush, asked you.

“Yeah” you said smiling softly at him. He put an arm around your shoulders and pulled you to his side turning his attention back to the story Julian was telling. You caught William’s eyes pointed on you. He was your other best friend and the only person to know everything about you, you had grown up together and were like brother and sister. He was the only one to know about your feelings for Chris and he would be certainly able to tell exactly when you had fallen for him. His expression clearly told you ‘stop daydreaming and tell him already’ but you simply smiled sheepishly and turned your attention to the boys.

Not long after they left and it was only you, Chris and William.

“So, what has got you always so deep in thoughts these days?” Chris asked clearly making fun of you. It was nothing new between the two of you. “Is it a boy? The cold-hearted Y/N has finally fallen for someone?” he teased. William’s eyebrows shot up and he looked worried at you but you kept your composure.

You pinched Chris’ cheek. “I’m not cold-hearted or I wouldn’t care for my dad so much” you replied, making fun of him now. You knew he wanted you to admit you cared for them, even though it was very clear to everyone who watched the three of you for a couple of seconds, but you didn’t want to give him this satisfaction.

“For a second I thought you’d say you cared for us” he said pouting.

William rolled his eyes. “Let’s go, I need to take Y/N home”

“I could take her home today” Chris said while the three of you went to their cars.

“Don’t you dare, that’s my job” William retorted, pretending to be pissed and pulled you to himself.

“Boys, if you don’t stop I will go on foot” you interrupted the typical bickering between the three of you.

“No way, Doc” William said right away using the nickname they had come up with when you told them you wanted to study medicine. They were so proud of you and even though they knew they would miss you as hell, they helped you to make the application to go studying in Cambridge. You always said that it was thanks to them that you had got in while they claimed it was all because of you. Still, you got in and you would be leaving in a couple of weeks and as much as you would miss them, you were looking forward to Cambridge. However you couldn’t really blame them for wanting to spend all the time they could with you before you left.

 Two weeks flew by faster than you thought and you found yourself in the airport saying goodbye to your dad and to your best friends.

“So, be careful, don’t accept lifts from strangers, don’t drink too much, I won’t be there to pick you up and take you home” William was saying.

“Will, that happened only once!” you retorted.

“Have fun but not too much and call at least three times a week, if you don’t I will come to Cambridge to check on you” he added before hugging you, therefore not seeing you rolling your eyes.

“You can always come to visit” you pointed out hugging him back.

“Tell him” he whispered in your ear.

“Not happening” you shot back. He pulled back and glared at you.

Chris stepped forward and opened his arms. “Have a nice fly, princess, and you know that if you need anything we’re here, yes?” he asked hugging you. You nodded squeezing him back.

He let you go and you hugged your dad before taking your luggage and going to the gate. You felt a mixture of sadness, happiness and anxiety. You were ready for your new adventure. Back then you didn’t know it would last less than a month.

Your dad lost his job and your scholarship wasn’t enough to allow you both to live if you remained in Cambridge, the tuition was too high and at the end of the month there was no money you could give your father. For this reason you took the first flight back and went out looking for a job as soon as you got home.

You knew you needed to tell William and Chris but that was so hard for an extremely proud person as you were. You had switched to phone calls instead of video calls saying that the camera of your phone was broken so that they couldn’t see you were back to your old room.

Two weeks passed by before you gathered the courage to go talk to Chris but you regretted it as soon as you got near his house and you saw him kissing a girl you vaguely remembered from school. No need to say you went away without looking back.

You had found a job as a waitress in a bar and on your day off you babysat children from the neighbourhood but your dad hadn’t been so lucky. He spent all day long looking for a job but apparently every employer in Norway thought he was too old to be hired.

You didn’t have the time to attend university in Oslo since you were always working and even if you did, the deadline to apply was well past.

You were behind the counter drying a glass and humming along with the song that was playing in the room when Ann, your co-worker, elbowed you.

“Look at that handsome boy coming in, pity he has a girlfriend” she said pointing you William who was walking in with Noora. You crouched hiding behind the counter before they could see you. Ann glared at you confused by your behaviour. You pleaded her not to reveal your presence and she raised her eyes smiling at the couple. “Good afternoon, how can I help you?” she asked and then took their order. Luckily they didn’t stay in the bar after paying.

When they left she told you to come out and looked at you waiting for an explanation. You took the glass you had previously abandoned on the counter and put it together with the others on the shelf behind you. You owed her an explanation since she had covered you.

“That’s William” you stated simply. You didn’t need to add anything else because you had already filled her in with every detail about what had happened since you had left and you couldn’t leave out your two best friends.

“You mean... that William?” she asked, her eyes wide as you nodded.

“You should just tell them. They are your best friends, aren’t they? They won’t think any less of you” she tried to convince you.

“You know I tried telling it to Chris... that was a sign I shouldn’t do so” you said while she shook her head. Your conversation was cut short by the arrival of a new customer.

You resumed drying glasses hoping in your heart that William wouldn’t come back.

You started ignoring his and Chris’ calls replying with short messages telling them you had a lot to study. Truth was that you knew sooner or later they would get suspicious and you couldn’t keep lying to them on the phone, through texts it was so much easier.

It didn’t change the fact that one week later, while you were making a coffee, your back to the door you heard it opening and when you turned to give the coffee to the man, you found William staring at you with his mouth slightly agape. You gulped and handed the man his coffee. Your eyes went back to the counter and you started to nervously wipe it. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.

“When did you come back? Why didn’t you tell us? Nobody’s seen you in days” he finally said.

You gulped again and took a deep breath finally raising your eyes.

“I didn’t want you to see this” you admitted barely keeping the tears from flowing.

“What happened?” he asked softly, he wasn’t angry, he could never be angry with you.

“My dad lost his job and we couldn’t afford Cambridge anymore” you said squeezing the cloth in your hand. “so I’m working” you continued.

He brought his hand on yours and squeezed it affectionately. “I’m so sorry Y/N but Chris and I could have helped if only you had told us what had happened” he said softly, the sadness clear in his voice.

Not having to lie to William made you feel a lot better. You had never lied to him before, it was great to know there was someone you could always count on and be completely honest with without the fear of being judged. Moreover, you were terrible at lying and William knew you too well not to notice. He knew something was wrong when you shifted to phone calls instead of video calls but he didn’t know what exactly and he thought you would have told him at some point.

You were happy Chris didn’t know, though, you weren’t ready to face him after what you had seen when you had gone to talk with him but this didn’t last very long.

Some days after telling William you arrived at home after your shift, you took off your shoes and left your bag on the hanger with your jacket before greeting your dad with a kiss on the cheek. He was making dinner and he smiled at you. “Hey, sweetheart, how did your day go?” he asked.

You were about to answer when the doorbell rang.

“It was ok, I’ll see who is at the door” you said already going to open it. He nodded.

You weren’t expecting anyone and neither was your dad, otherwise he would have told you. Maybe one of your neighbours needed a last minute babysitter. It was rare but it had occurred before. It could be Mrs. Hagen, the lovely old lady who lived on the other side of the hallway and treated your father as a son and you as a granddaughter. She often brought you cakes and biscuits. Probably it was the woman  who lived next door who always needed salt, pepper, sugar and to flirt with your dad. You definitely didn’t expect to find Chris on your doorstep.

Your jaw fell open. “W-what are you doing here?” you asked breathlessly.

“I could ask the same to you” he replied.

“Who is it, honey?” your father asked sticking his head out of the kitchen. “Oh, hi Chris! Do you want to join us for dinner?” he asked with a big smile on his face. He was always happy to see your best friends. It was heart-warming how much those two boys cared for you and it was good to know that there was always someone you could count on even when he couldn’t be there for you.

Chris looked at you to ask if it was ok and you nodded inviting him inside. You closed the door behind him.

“William told you?” you asked while he was taking off his shoes. He nodded.

“Why didn’t you tell us? We could have helped” he said taking off his jacket.

“Can we talk about it after dinner?”you asked unsure.

His expression became softer. “Sure” he said putting an arm around your shoulders squeezing you to his side and kissing your head before the two of you headed to the kitchen where your dad had disappeared.

The dinner went by just as a regular dinner. Nothing felt different; you and Chris were back in high school and he had stayed for dinner after studying with you the whole afternoon.

After dinner you helped your dad cleaning up the table and offered to wash the dishes but he refused and told you to go to talk with Chris. He could tell the two of you really needed it.

So you went to your room with Chris, closed the door and sat on your bed next to him.

Minutes went by before you gathered the courage to talk and he waited patiently, without pushing you.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you nor William. I just- You know how proud I am.” As soon as you said you realized how poor that excuse was. “I... I just didn’t have the courage” you added. You hadn’t looked at him since you had sat on the bed. “Guess I’m a bit of a coward, after all.”

“Hey, look at me” he said softly, taking your hands in his. You shyly looked at him.

“First of all, what you did is the most selfless thing you could do and you should definitely not be ashamed of it,” he began and you felt the tears you had kept at bay for weeks starting to stream down your cheeks.

“Second, William and I would never ever judge you, you know that. Even if you told us you had killed somebody. We would help you to bury the body and be your alibi” he continued making you giggle in spite of the tears now freely falling. He smiled and wiped the tears from your cheeks with his thumbs. He kissed your forehead and hugged you. You squeezed him and hid your face against his neck.

He didn’t let you go until you stopped crying half an hour later.

“Better?” he asked stroking your back soothingly.

You nodded reaching for a tissue from the box you kept on your bedside table and blew your nose.

He nodded “I promise, we’ll figure this out, together,” he said earning a small smile which looked extremely cute matched with puffy red eyes and hot cheeks.

“Now, let’s get ready for bed” he said making clear that he wouldn’t leave. You nodded and took your stuff to go to the bathroom and take a quick shower before preparing for bed.

When you came out of the bathroom Chris went in and you went to say goodnight to your dad who was watching the tv and then you went to bed. You didn’t have to wait too long for Chris to join you. Once he was in the bed you turned off the light and you hugged each other.

“Do you have work tomorrow?” he asked yawning.

You shook your head. “Only babysitting from half past ten.”

“Half past ten? What a strange time for babysitting,” Chris commented.

“She is has an appointment with the hairdresser.”

“I see.”

Nobody talked for a while. You were almost drifting off to sleep when something came back to your mind and suddenly you were wide awake.

“Chris?” you whispered, to see if he was still awake.

“Mh?”

“How is it going with... what’s her name? Eva?” you asked trying to sound as neutral as possible.

Suddenly Chris was awake too. “Uhm... Good, I guess. Did William...?” You nodded, lying.

“I hope she makes you happy” you said before turning to the other side so that your back was pressed against his chest. “Goodnight” you said falling asleep soon afterwards.

“Goodnight” he whispered back, now unable to fall asleep.

 You couldn’t say everything was perfect or how you had expected it but now things were almost back to how they were before and that wasn’t that bad. You always had William and Chris around and you enjoyed it very much. It seemed like things were more bearable when you had them by your side. They often came to the bar to just chat away with you and you cherished those moments. Sometimes William came together with Noora, which you didn’t mind, actually you really liked the girl, she was brilliant and very nice. What bothered you was Chris bringing Eva to the bar which happened very often. You didn’t dislike the girl, it was simply painful to watch the boy you were in love with spending time with another girl. The worst thing was that they were quite cute.

“You’re not losing anything. You’re growing and next year you will be even more ready to apply again and study,” Chris was saying over a coffee while you served another client. “Maybe you could go to university here in Oslo instead of going away” he added hopeful.

You looked over at William who refused to interject into your conversation and went on sipping his tea.

“I know that’s not what you wanted or how you imagined it but we all have to face unexpected events in our life that force us to change our plans but that’s not necessarily bad,” he continued.

The end of his speech seemed to be the cue for Eva to suggested they should go home. They got up and prepared to go. “Just think about it, ok?” he told you. “See you.”

“Bye” Eva said with a smile.

“Bye.” You and William seemed in the same gloomy mood that day and were both quite happy to see them go.

“You know he says that because he hopes to have you close, right?” William said after a while.

“He is soon leaving to join the army so it’s not like he will be around that much anyway” you commented.

“True...” he agreed nodding slightly.

“But this is not what bothers you the most, is it?” he added after a while.

You rolled your eyes. “It seems like he wants to rub his happiness with Eva in my face.”

“Only because he comes here with her? I do the same with Noora” he pointed out.

You shook your head. “It’s different. For starters, you and Noora are together, they are... I don’t know what. I thought they were just fucking as usual but they seem quite serious? And, anyway, every day? Seriously?”

He couldn’t really object to it.

“You should talk to him before it’s too late” he suggested.

 You were thinking about it while you went home that night. ‘Nope, not happening. I don’t want to jeopardize our friendship for something I know doesn’t have any chance. He clearly likes Eva so much’ you thought climbing the stairs to your flat.

You opened the door and smelled skolebolle right away. This was weird. You loved them but your dad only made them in very special occasions. The next thing you noticed was that he was singing. You didn’t even remember when was the last time you had heard him singing.

“Hey dad,” you greeted.

He stopped singing. “Hey muffin” he replied coming out of the kitchen with a huge grin on his face.

“You’re making skolebolle and singing and I haven’t see you this happy in ages, what happened?” you asked inquiring, fighting hard the urge to smile in reaction to his happiness.

“Guess who has a job?”

“Oh my God!” You jumped into his open arms making him laugh. “I’m so proud of you, dad.”

“You should thank Chris, it’s all his doing” he said. You pulled back from the hug to look at him. “Chris?”

“Yes, he asked his dad if there was any vacancy in his firm and turns out there is, so...”

“I should go and thank him personally” you said putting your shoes back on, you still had your jacket on.

“Yes, you should” he agreed. You kissed his cheek and then you were gone leaving your dad shaking his head with a knowing smile.

While walking fast to Chris’ house you really hoped Eva wasn’t there.

When you got there you stopped at the door to even your breath. You were ready to ring the bell but you stopped. You should have just called him or at least called him before coming to his house just to announce yourself. You where there already anyway. You rang the doorbell and waited anxiously.

As soon as the door opened and you saw Chris’ smile you couldn’t keep yourself from squeezing him in a hug.

“Wow” he whispered hugging you back and closed the door with an hand.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” you whispered.

“You don’t have to thank me, mine was only a little help, your dad did th-” he was saying but couldn’t finish because suddenly your lips were on his. At first it was only your lips pressing against his for a brief moment, his eyes were wide open with surprise. You were already pulling back, ready to say you were sorry and that was only because you were so happy and grateful and that you knew he liked Eva and that wouldn’t happen ever again but your eyes met and there you saw something you couldn’t quite catch but it stole your breath away. Next thing you knew his lips were on yours, at first they were simply gently touching them, then he caught your lower lip between his. Your lips parted automatically and your tongues met and the kiss was suddenly filled with passion. Chris took your jacket off and let it fall on the floor before slowly moving back towards the couch. He sat and you followed sitting on his lap, your hands slide in his hair. Your lips parted from his for a moment to allow you to breathe and suddenly the spell was broken and you realized what you were doing. You got up, your hands flew to your lips and then between your hair. “This... this is wrong” you whispered, starting to freak out.

Chris reached out to take your hand, trying to calm you down but you stepped away. Without giving him the time to do or say anything, you took your jacket and ran out of the door. He called you but you didn’t stop, hot tears started streaming down your cheeks and they were immediately wiped by the wind. You had just thrown years of friendship away.

Once you got home you tried to be as careful as possible not to be heard by your dad but when you passed by the kitchen he called your name. You stopped and seeing you crying he hurried towards you worried. “Are you ok? What happened?”

You shook your head “I’m not ok but I don’t want to talk about it” you said before disappearing in your room. You closed the door behind you and threw yourself on your bed. You gave yourself a couple of minutes to calm down before reaching for your phone and selected the last number you had called.

You brought the phone to your ear and waited. As you sat up straight, William answered. “Hey!”

“Hey.” A sob escaped your mouth.

“What’s wrong?” he asked worried.

“I... I kissed Chris.”

The line went silent for a few seconds. “Why are you crying? He didn’t reject you, did he?” he asked cautiously.

You shook your head. “No, no he didn’t.” You wiped away the tears with the back of your hand. “He... he kissed me back” you replied biting your lower lip. “I ruined our friendship. He likes Eva.”

Following your statement you heard a shuffle on the other end of the line and William said something you didn’t catch to someone.

“Oh my God, is Noora with you? I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you” you hurried but he stopped you.

“No, it’s fine, don’t worry, you aren’t bothering me” he assured. “Look, I think you should talk to him, I’m sure you didn’t ruin anything.”

You didn’t say anything, you knew you wouldn’t be able to do so.

“Y/N?”

“You know I can’t.”

“If you don’t you’ll really lose him” he said.

You sighed knowing he was right.

“I don’t know what to tell him.”

“I think you do, just tell him how you feel about him.”

Once more the line fell silent.

“Sleep on it, ok?” he asked.

“Ok” you said sighing. Another sob followed. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

“Oh and say hi to Noora.”

“Noora?” he asked confused. “Oh, sure. Will do.”

“Ok, bye.”

“Bye.”

You closed the call and threw the phone somewhere before undressing and slipping under the sheets. You knew you should have taken a shower and brushed your teeth but you couldn’t bring yourself to do so. While thinking about it your head supplied you with the image of Chris in your bed a couple of weeks back, the smell of your shower gel on him, his strong and gentle arms around you, his chest pressed to your back and to those memories you fell asleep.

 You took a couple of days to think about the whole thing but you knew you needed to do something soon to either try and save your friendship or try your luck and tell him you loved him. He hadn’t come to the bar, nor had he texted or called you but neither had you. Still, you were becoming more anxious by the minute.

Your shift was almost over when William walked in hurriedly worrying you.

“You need to go and talk to him now” he said without even saying hi, which Ann noticed.

“Hi to you too” she said.

“Hi” he said briefly to her before looking back at you.

“Why? I mean, why now?” you asked confused.

“He’s leaving to join the army in a couple of days. We don’t know when he’ll be back.”

You gulped.

“We both know that if you don’t tell him now you will never,” he pointed out.

You took off your apron and looked at Ann who nodded.

“Nobody needs to know you left five minutes earlier” she assured you.

“Thanks” you said putting your jacket on and taking your bag.

You kissed William on the cheek. “Thanks.” And left.

You hurried to Chris house but once you were there the courage left you. What if Eva was there, what if he didn’t want to talk to you, what if...

You were turning around to leave when the door flew open and Chris’ mom saw you.

“Hey, Y/N! Long time no see, how are you? I guess you’re here for Chris?” She asked smiling fondly at you. You smiled back.

“Hi! I’m fine, thanks. It’s mainly thanks to your son and your husband, please thank him on my behalf. How-” you were suddenly interrupted.

“Mom, don’t forget to buy milk” Chris said coming into view shaking the carton of milk. He stopped dead in his track when he saw you.

“Sure. I’ll leave you alone. It was nice to see you, Y/N” she said smiling.

“Yeah, for me too” you answered briefly, barely taking your eyes off Chris.

You entered and she closed the door behind you.

“Hi” you whispered. “William told me you’re leaving soon so I guess you are packing and I don’t want to take too much of your time” you said anxiously gripping the handle of your bag so tight that your knuckles turned white.

He didn’t say anything and his expression was unreadable.

“I’m sorry for what happened the other day” you continued. “I was so happy and grateful for what you did that I couldn’t think straight. I didn’t want to kiss you.”

There was a sharp intake of air by Chris but you didn’t notice, too caught up in your nonsensical speech. “Oh well, I actually wanted but not like this, not for that reason and I know you like Eva, you’re really cute together and I really just want you to be happy, even if it’s not with me. I mean, I would like it to be me but If she makes you happy than I’m happy for you” you went on, barely breathing and by now you were avoiding to look at Chris at all costs. For that reason you didn’t notice he had stepped forward and was now just one step away from you.

He took your face between his hands and kissed you slowly, his lips caressing yours. Your eyes flew close and you relaxed. Your hands went to his hips and you brought him closer.

It didn’t last long, nor it was passionate, it was just sweet and full of love.

“I don’t like Eva. She was just a distraction. I’ve been in love with you for years,” he said, mere centimetres away from your face.

“Really?” you asked breathless.

He laughed. “Yes, I love you.”

You were surprised. You laughed and then smiled. “I love you too.”

He kissed you again.

You pulled away for a moment. “But you shouldn’t use girls as distractions. Actually you shuldn’t use them, full stop.”

“It won’t happen again, I promise” he said with an amused smile before resuming kissing you.

[crowleying]

List of prompts

If you would like to make a request but you don’t have a clear idea, choose one of these prompts, a character and how you want it (fluff, angst, romantic/not romantic etc.)

“I’ve never seen you wear a dress before”

“I can’t believe we’re dating.”

“I love your stomach, it’s my favourite part of you. So soft and kissable.”

“For god’s sake guys we’re NOT dating.”

“Oh shut the fuck up.”

“I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

“I don’t want to talk about my feelings, to be quite honest.”

“Shut up.” “Why don’t you come over here and make me.”

“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.”

“You’re in trouble now.”

“Behave.”

“What did you just say?”

“Oops, my battery is dying, gotta go.” “You can’t do that in real life”

“You are overestimating how much luck I have.”

“Hypothetically, if I were to turn into a wolf at night, would you still be my friend?”

“Distractions! All of you are distractions! I can’t work like this.”

“Someone needs to explain the plan to me because I’m pretty sure I didn’t hear you right. Did you say flamethrower?”

“You can’t just do magic, you are magic.”

“That can’t be the only reason you’re still here. Are you finally going to admit you like me?”

“Stay close to me.”

“Maybe this was never supposed to happen.”

“I can’t believe you did that!”

“You can’t just say you love me and then take it back.”

“No, you can’t hold my hand right now.”

“You’re such an idiot.”

“Why, are you scared?”

“I don’t care that you’re sick.”

“You’re going to hurt yourself.”

“I love that colour on you.”

“You make me feel at home.”

“I’ve never seen eyes the same colour as yours.”

“You look so cute when you laugh.”

“Has anyone ever told you you have really nice hands?”

“I’m not going if you’re not going, it wouldn’t be fun without you.”

“How is your skin always so soft?”

“Whoa I didn’t know you could sing.”

“You have a great sense of humour.”

“I thought you said you can’t dance?”

“I appreciate you.”

“Your breath smells really good.”

“I’m so lucky to have you.”

“You always have great ideas.”

“I trust your opinion.”

“I would never doubt you.”

“You’re so clever.”

“I’m rooting for you.”

“You always know exactly what to say.”

“I feel like I’ve known you forever.”

“Nobody is going to find out about this.”

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“You’ve got something on your lip, here let me.”

“Do you trust me?”

“I’ve been in love with you for years.”

“I can’t do anything right.”

“Please don’t cry.”

“Why are you lying to me?”

“Wake up! Please wake up.”

“Forget it, you’re a fucking asshole.”

“Don’t you ever do that again!”

“Is that blood?” “…..No?”

“Please don’t lie to me again, I can’t take it.”

“Do you even still love me?”

“Nobody’s seen you in days.”

“Why are you awake?”

“I’m worried about you.”

“Can you shut up for once in your life?”

“Holding everything in doesn’t help, you know.”

“Are you hurt?” “No.” “Then why are there bruises all over your face?”

“If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.”

“Leave! Me! Alone!”

“Go with me?” “As long as you hold my hand.”

“Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?”

“Have you seen my hoodie?” “Nooo.” “You’re wearing it, aren’t you?”

“Have you always been this beautiful?”

“OH you’re jealous!”

“Can we stay like this forever?”

“Please just kiss me already.”

“I think you might be my soulmate.”

“Sleep over? Please?”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Are we on a date right now?”

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“He’s so pretty I think I’m gonna faint.”

“Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”

“Am I your lock screen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

“I missed you so much.”

“Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?”

“I’m here for you.”

“I wish we could live together already.”

“All I do is drink coffee and say bad words.”

“Quit touching me, your feet are cold!”

“I think I just ripped my pants.”

“Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!”

“Can I pet your dog?” “Do I know you?”

“Did you seriously just get your foot stuck in a toilet?” “Maybe.”

“If I die, I’m haunting you first.”

“But I’ve never told you that before.”

“Stop being grumpy, it’s lame.”

“I’m done with your bullshit.”

“So, uh, I locked the keys in the car.”

“Is the cat in a onesie?” “Uh, no?”

“Can we please stop running? I think I’m dying.”

“You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.”

“Aren’t we supposed to be working?”

“Give me attention.”

“YOU SAID TO BE HONEST STOP HITTING ME!”

“Okay, so maybe I didn’t see that coming.”

“I’m too sober for this.” “You don’t even drink.” “Maybe I should start.”

“That’s how the story goes.”

“None of this is your fault.”

“I know it hurts.”

“Are you serious?”

“You’re safe now.”

“No one’s going to hurt you.”

“I don��t understand.”

“This isn’t what I wanted.”

“My head hurts.”

“Wow, you look… amazing.”

“Are you okay?”

“Who did this?”

“I made a mistake.”

“There’s nothing I can do anymore.”

“This is going to hurt.”

“That was kind of hot.”

“Please don’t let me be alone.”

“Don’t try to fix me. I’m not broken.”

“It’s never too late to get back up again.”

“What if one day I wake up and you don’t?”

“I immediately regret this decision.”

“I’m not okay.”

“I’m scared.”

“You’re the one thing keeping me sane right now.”

“Please stay with me.”

“Please help me.”

“It’s okay to cry.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“You’re everything to me.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

“Are you testing me?”

“I just wanted to let you know that I think you’re beautiful.”

“I’m lost without you.”

“You have my word.”

“I’m just tired.”

“It just… hurts.”

“Do you promise?”

“Why are you shaking?”

“I never meant to hurt you.”

“Is that my shirt?”

“Please don’t shut me out.”

“Go back to sleep.”

“I can take care of myself just fine.”

“This is new.”

“Take off your shirt.”

“Be you. No one else can.”

“I can’t breathe.”

“Are you going to talk to me?”

“I’m sorry.”

“They’re gone.”

“Just smile. I really need you to smile right now.”

“Would you just hold still?”

“I miss the way things used to be.”

“Am I dead?”

“Look at me.”

“Can we just pretend like we’re normal for once?”

“I told you not to fall in love with me.”

“Please tell me it’s going to be okay.”

“Yell, scream, cry, please, just say something, anything.”

“When you smile, I fall apart.”

“If I die, I’m never speaking to you again.”

“If you don’t want to talk about it then say so. Don’t lie and pretend to be fine when you clearly aren’t.”

“This isn’t what it looks like.”

“I just really miss talking to you.”

“I can’t do this on my own.”

“I’ve got you.”

“We’ll figure this out.”

“Please don’t say goodbye.”

“You’ve shown me what love can feel like.”

“You make me feel alive.”

“I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

“There is nothing wrong with you.”

“I’m just looking out for you.”

“Be careful.”

“You owe me.”

“Come with me.”

“I trust you.”

“I didn’t want you to see this.”

“I’ve been praying for you.”

“Take my jacket. It’s cold outside.”

“I’ll walk you home.”

“Why are you doing this to me?”

“Let me help.”

“Come here.”

“You’re holding back.”

“Remember when we were little?”

“We’re all a little stronger than we think we are.”

“Don’t sell yourself short.”

“This isn’t who I am.”

“I’m willing to wait for it.”

“Are you ready for this?”

“You can do this.”

“Your life was my life’s best part.”

“You were always gold to me.”

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“I’m fine with where I am now.”

“We all want to be somebody.”

“Promise me you’ll come back.”

“I don’t know anyone else who can make me feel this way.”

“I’ve never felt stronger than when you’re with me.”

“I believe in you.”

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I know sometimes I'm very slow in writing but just know that my requests are always open and that if you don't have a precise idea, you can't pick some prompts from the list I made

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I'm a mess

I received two requests like a month ago. I already wrote the first one, corrected and all but I didn't have the time to post it before I left for my Interrail so I'm gonna do it as soon as I'm back home, sorry for the delay and I will start working on the second one.

I feel so bad

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Bang bang | f!reader

Date: 02.08.2018

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Reader's pronouns: she/her

Words: 1.021

Fandom: The Punisher, Marvel

Genre: Song-fic

Length: Oneshot

Warnings: Crack pairing (kind of), maybe a little angst, the gif isn’t mine, I have no Idea of what I’m doing

A/N: So, this is my first one-shot in a very long time, the first one in English, the first one on Tumblr, the first one about Billy Russo, the first Billy Russo x Reader, and also my first song-fic. I haven’t been writing for too much time so I’m quite out of exercise and I didn’t use to write in English, since it isn’t my first language. So this is probably horrible. The other day I was listening to a song and it inspired me as well as reading all those wonderful fan fictions about Billy here on Tumblr. The song is Bang bang (1966), written by Sonny Bono and sang by Cher. This song had such a great success that many covers of it were made. Among those there are many by Italian singers and bands who translated it in Italian.  There are different Italian translations of the same song. My favourite is the one sang by Ornella Vanoni. So here it is. Since I love also the original lyrics, I decided to mix those two versions together in this fic.

This is about Billy and I wrote it thinking about this character but re-reading it I noticed it would suit Logan too.

I would love to know what do you think about it and please tell me if there is any mistake. I hope you’ll enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

IF YOU LIKE MY WORKS, PLEASE REBLOG THEM

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[ID: a gif of Billy, laying on his bed in a military tent, smiling. End ID.]

I was five and he was six

We rode on horses made of sticks

He wore black and I wore white

He would always win the fight

Avevamo cinque anni,

correvamo sui cavalli

io e lui contro agli indiani,

eravamo due cowboy

The park was full of children running and playing around that afternoon as well as any other afternoon after school. Their laughter echoing through the air. You were running around riding your horse made of stick in your plain white dress following Billy. He was wearing black and the cowboy hat your father gave him for his sixth birthday. He was riding against the Indians leading you. You two were the cowboys and you always won the fight against them thanks to Billy who was a great strategist and was always able to find all of them. That time wasn’t different.

An hour or so later almost everyone was leaving because they had homework to do. You had begged your mom to let you stay a little longer to play with Billy. She was never able to say no when he was involved. It seemed like she had take it like her personal mission to make him the happiest she could. So you stayed longer and played with Billy. There were no Indians to fight now so you fought each other. Billy’s forefinger and middle finger where pointed against you mimicking a gun when he pulled the trigger aiming right at your heart. You fell from your wooden horse and into the ground. All you could see were the foliages of the trees surrounding you but the only thing you could think about was Billy.

Seasons came and changed the time

When I grew up, I called him mine

He would always laugh and say

"Remember when we used to play?"

Non si può fermare il tempo,

non si può mutare il vento

quindici anni aveva lui,

ricordo quando mi baciò

Nobody can stop the time. It runs fast and before you knew, you and Billy where in high schools remembering about the good old times playing in the park. You two had grown closer during the years, if it was even possible. You called him yours and laughing he would always ask you if you remembered when you two used to play. How could you forget? You couldn’t forget anything about Billy Russo or involving him. You could never forget his deep eyes, black as everything else on him starting with his hair and ending with his clothes. As he liked to say, even his soul was black, but you knew better.

You couldn’t even forget how he shot you that day in the park. The only thing you didn’t need to try to forget was the taste of his rosy lips because you had never had that.

Then, one night, the two of you were hanging out and he took you home. It wasn’t safe for a girl to go around at night all by herself he kept reminding you. You didn’t mind at all, it was just another excuse to spend more time with him, as if you needed one for it. You were in front of your house when it happened. You were going to kiss his cheek but he kissed you on the lips for what it seemed eternity and not even a second. Then he pulled back and left you on your porch with nothing more than a «goodnight». You watched him leaving until you couldn’t see him anymore. After that night you couldn’t forget the taste of his lips as well as the rest of him. It was like if he had shot you again.

Now he's gone, I don't know why

And 'till this day, sometimes I cry

He didn't even say goodbye

He didn't take the time to lie

A vent'anni all'improvviso,

senza dir perché né dove

se ne è andato, lui mi ha ucciso

come fosse un colpo al cuore

You grew up together, you never left each other’s side, nobody was ever able to come between you, not his many foster families, nor anyone else. You always stayed together, no matter what. You never thought about it as a possibility. You never thought of it because you didn’t even know how it was to live without Billy Russo. He had always been there for you and you for him. Not even once you thought he could leave, not like that anyway, not without telling you, without explaining and telling you where to find him or that he would be back soon.

That day you went to the shop where he worked. The old lady who owned the place knew you, you went there every day when Billy had his break to spend time together. She greeted you nicely as always and you smiled. You didn’t see Billy behind the counter which was strange, but maybe he had gone to the toilet.

«Where is Billy?» you asked.

«He is gone» she said before adding surprised «he didn’t tell you?»

Your brain was still on the first sentence. It took you a while to answer her question. You slowly shook your head. You didn’t understand.

Fighting the tears that were about to wet your cheeks you asked «how... gone? He didn’t said where did he go?»

She shrugged. «He left his morning saying he wouldn’t come back. He didn’t say anything else, just to tell you he loves you» she said looking worriedly at you. You were now crying without even realizing it.

«Are you okay?» she asked carefully. You shook your head and turn on your heels. For a moment it seemed like you could see him leaving the shop that morning, but it was only a moment, then you run outside. You didn’t even know where your feet were taking you. You only realized when you arrived at the park, in that same spot where he shot you all those years ago. You laid down just as you did that time. You were crying. He had shot you again and he had left you there, bleeding and crying.