#anyway all is fine they didn’t fight Heath got excited about attention and came over for a cuddle

[steampoweredstrawberry]

I love when I can see a spat brewing between my cats because when I start to diffuse the situation by talking to them to distract from whatever is making them want to bicker, Mars gets this look on his face that's like, yep. This is because of me. I was going to smack someone.

[megs-mostly-past-random-fandoms]

Nursing the Blinders

Based on this request: How about a Peaky Blinders fic with a chubby!reader who is basically the boys nurse and she meets the Golds one day and she and Aberama hit it off, much to Tommy’s annoyance, please?

Here you are! *Familiar Characters are NEVER mine!*

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Warnings: A little insecurity. Some fluff??-ish

Pairings/Characters: Aberama Gold x chubby!fem reader

Small Heath wasn't exactly where you envisioned living, but that's where you ended up. You didn't love it. You didn't hate it. At least at first. Really, you sort of traveled anywhere your employers told you to. The Peaky Blinders were more than just your employers though. They were your friends and family. Not to mention, they paid you well for your silence whenever they came to you after a brawl or some other such thing.

         Without even meaning to, you'd become something of a nurse for those young men and you'd be lying if you said you didn't love it. The excitement, the danger, the feeling of belonging. The only time you didn't enjoy it was when Finn or Isaiah, the two youngest boys, got hurt. Other than that, you didn't mind patching the boys up every now and again. It was only when they brought in the Golds that things started to change.

         Bonnie was a good kid. Stubborn as hell with a bit of a temper, but otherwise a good kid. And he made the Blinders a good bit of money. He wasn't the cause of the change. It was his father. Aberama. You knew the man's reputation and honestly, you were petrified that you were going to do or say something wrong with him around and the Shelby boys would not be able to protect you. You wouldn't have been at all surprised.

         It started with him demanding to know who you were to the Shelbys. He seemed placated enough when Tommy explained. But then, you could feel his eyes on you whenever you were in the room. He didn't even try to hide it. Every time you looked at him, his eyes were already on yours, like a cat waiting to pounce. It always sent a shiver of both fear and excitement through you.

         There was no denying the man was attractive. A little violent for your taste, if rumors were to be believed, but attractive nevertheless. He was also a doting father to his boy. It could sometimes be a problem when he hovered over your shoulder when you attended Bonnie's wounds, but he never said a word. Nor did you expect him to. A guy like Aberama Gold wouldn't go for a gal like you. Not to your thinking, anyway.

         You weren't exactly a lady. At least not one like Ada or Polly. You spent all your time near the fighting ring instead of other feminine pursuits. You were a little thicker in the…well, everywhere, than they were. Not that you minded most of the time, but many of the men and women you met seemed to. You thought, surely, if Aberama Gold were to fall for a woman involved with the Shelby's, it'd be one of them.

         You were proven wrong one evening when you were once again nursing Bonnie's bloody lip. "You really let him get you, huh?" you asked with a smile. Bonnie laughed before wincing. "Don't laugh, you'll split your lip again." Bonnie shrugged a bit. "I'll be fine." He was quiet for a moment before he spoke up again, "I can see why my father likes you." Your head snapped up to meet his gaze. "I beg your pardon?" Bonnie simply smirked and shook his head.

         You and Bonnie talked about other things for a couple minutes more before you felt a familiar presence behind you. "Good evening, Mr. Gold," you greeted, standing up. You flashed him a quick a smile before moving to leave the two alone. At least, you thought you were leaving them alone. You didn't pay attention to the sound of footsteps following you.

         "Join me for a drink?" You jumped at the sound of his voice behind you. Turning to face Aberama, you looked at him with wide eyes. "Sorry, what?" Aberama chuckled quietly and repeated his request. You bit your lip, contemplating how much of a bad idea it was, but you found yourself nodding anyway. It turned out to be a good thing.

*time skip*

         After that one night, you and Aberama hit it off. He was every bit the man the rumors said he was and so much more. Yes he was violent and sometimes frightening, but underneath all that, beat the heart of romantic. You found yourself falling and falling hard. Still, there was no indication he felt the same so you had to be content with being friends. That didn't stop your mind from fantasizing, even if it did bother Thomas Shelby to no end.

         "I don't understand it," he said, "Three weeks ago, you were too frightened of the man to go near him. What the hell happened?" You simply laughed a bit and shrugged. "What can I say? I like a bit of danger." Tommy rolled his eyes and shook his head. It was obvious that it bothered him how quickly you and Aberama had gotten close. He probably thought it would affect the business.

         "Good evening, Thomas. Y/N," Aberama greeted as he came into the gymnasium. Tommy's eyes swung over to him, giving him that oh-so-famous unimpressed look. You snorted out a laugh and turned your gaze to Aberama. "Interrupting, am I?" You shook your head and assured him it was fine.

         Tommy shot you a look that said you were nowhere near done with the conversation before sauntering over to join his brothers. You laughed and shook your head fondly. Honestly, it felt as if you were part of this dangerous and crazy family. You turned back to Aberama. "Is Bonnie ready?" Aberama smirked and nodded. "Course. My boy is always ready to get in the ring. Stay tonight?" You shifted a little on your feet. You never stayed to watch the real fights. Practice ones, sure, but the real ones got to you. Especially since you’d grow so close to the Golds.

         "For Bonnie? For me?" You glanced up into those eyes you'd come to adore and couldn't say no. "Just this once," you said, causing Aberama to laugh a bit. You practically glued yourself to his side during the fight. When Bonnie was hit across the cheek, you winced. Aberama didn't seem to think twice about wrapping his arm around you and pulling you even closer to him.

         You felt heat hit your face and you wished he would stop. He was going to give people the wrong idea. As soon as the fight was over(with Bonnie victorious, of course), you pushed away from Aberama. You hoped to get away for a bit of privacy as you felt tears welling up in your eyes. You knew he didn't know. He was just an affectionate guy to those he called friends and family. But every little touch just reminded you that he wasn't a romantic option for you.

         You didn't make it far before you heard Aberama calling out to you. Bonnie needed looking over. "I'll be right there," you called out, willing the tears to stay down. After a moment, you cleaned yourself up, straightened your spine, and headed over to Bonnie. You gave Aberama a small smile as you passed. You focused on your work, missing the way Aberama's eyes followed your every move.

Aberama's POV

         His gaze locked onto every curve of your body like a predator sizing up prey. There were three thoughts that crossed his mind in that moment. The first was absolutely inappropriate for the setting you were in. The second was how much faster his heart beat when you looked at him. And third was how was he ever going to tell you that you had completely consumed his every waking thought. How would he ever convince you that he was falling head-over-heels in love with you?

(a/n: I hope you like it! I never thought about writing Aberama before so I hope I did well and get more practice in the future.)

[iambuckyrogers]

Too Good To Be True

Summary: An unlikely friendship blossoms between you and the coolest guy in school just in time for homecoming.

Word Count: 1663

Warnings: none

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Authors Note: This is my first request and first time at trying to write an AU so I hope I did it justice 🤗 proposal scene inspired by this 10 Things I Hate About You scene when Patrick sings to Kat. I love Heath Ledger and that movie is a must see!

Prompt: From @carolyn-stark-91 Hello, I was wondering if you could write a Tony Stark story for me. I’d like a high school AU where tony is the usual popular tech nerd and I’m a theatre geek who doesn’t really have any friends but homecoming or a dance is coming up soon. Please and thank you. If you need anymore info or have any questions just go ahead and ask me.

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The bell chimed loudly causing students to scurry like ants into classrooms along the corridor. You were one of the last into the chemistry lab, scanning the room for a spare seat. Midtown High was like any normal school, broken into social groups which interacted with an unspoken hierarchy, which was why you ended up being sat alone at the back of yet another class. Being one of the theatre kids, most of the other groups tried to avoid you, occasionally that’d give you a sideways glance or engage in disinterested small talk but you tended to keep to yourself. You felt like theatre was the only place you could really let loose. You were able to express yourself fluidly through movement and song, getting lost in the lyrics and transporting yourself into another world where the rules of society didn’t apply. You stared idly out of the window as time crawled past. The monotonous droning of your teacher’s voice sending you to sleep. You had no intention of listening to the lesson so you decided to do something productive by practising your lines for the upcoming play. You ran through them repeatedly in your head, visualising the way you would deliver them, your tone and gestures. Right in the middle of your dramatic monologue, you were snapped from your rehearsal by the chair next to you being roughly pulled out and a body slumping down defeatedly. You were shocked to see Tony Stark, the unofficial leader of the tech kids, next to you.

“Next time, Mr Stark,” the teacher scolded, “if you and Mr Rhodes disrupt my teaching, it will be detention for the both of you.” James, or Rhodey as most people called him, turned around from his new spot at the front of the room and mouthed sorry back at Tony, who just snickered and shook his head. With the distraction successfully dealt with, the teacher resumed her un-amusing presentation. You were still sat unmoving, not sure how to react to being so close to arguably the most popular guy in school.

You could feel his gaze on you, turning you met his eyes, his mouth curled into a smug smirk and you felt your face begin to heat up.

“It’s (Y/N), isn’t it?” He asked.

“Y-yeah it is. You’re T-tony Stark,” you bumbled over your words.

“The one and only,” he winked, “shame that the old bag ruins such an interesting topic,” Tony nodded towards the teacher, making you laugh softly.

“(Y/N), is Tony distracting you now?” The teacher asked, clearly fed up with Tony’s antics. All eyes in the class snapped to you.

“N-no Miss, it’s all good,” you replied, lowering your head in embarrassment.

Tony was quiet for the rest of the class and you tried to concentrate but it was damn near impossible being sat so close to him.

Lunch was spent like any other day, sat alone at your favourite table in the back corner of the cafeteria. You had your headphones in, listening to the soundtrack of The Greatest Showman and practising your lines again when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You almost jumped out of your skin, heat hammering in your chest as you ripped your headphones out, ready to give a mouthful to whoever scared you when you saw Tony straddling the bench next to you, trying hard to suppress a laugh.

“Sorry, sweet I didn’t mean to scare you,” he apologised after composing himself.

“Oh. Um no i-its fine I was just, ah- was in another world,” you stammered looking at your hands fidgeting in your lap, feeling your face grow warmer for the second time that day.

“It was quite funny to watch,” he joked giving your shoulder a playful push. He was absolutely gorgeous close-up, wearing a dark turtleneck sweater under a brown suede jacket. His chestnut eyes were framed by printed glasses and a dazzling smile danced across his face. He ran a hand through his dark, dishevelled locks as he looked at you quizzically.

“You alright doll?” He asked, concern evident in his eyes. Your eyes widened in response, you didn’t realise you had been staring.

“Um yeah, just brain fart moment you know?” You laughed uneasily, hoping he would leave.

“Right,” he laughed, “Anyway, I just wanted to apologise for distracting you in class earlier, that wasn’t fair of me.”

He could have knocked you over with a feather, you were beyond shocked.

“Really it was no worry, I wasn’t paying attention to her long before you were moved.” You assured him, making his shoulders relax.

“Good,” he replied, squeezing your leg. He swung himself to sit on the seat properly, dragging his tray of food in front of him. Frozen still, you looked from him to his food and back again.

“Oh, hope you don’t mind but I decided to sit here for lunch,” he said though a mouth full of food.

“Yeah n-no worries,” you replied, returning to your own neglected food. Much like chemistry, the rest of the time you spent with Tony was in silence, which you didn’t mind, it saved you from embarrassing yourself further.

For the next few weeks, Tony continued to sit next to you in chemistry. Your conversations got longer and less awkward and every now and then Tony would join you at lunch, continuing on your conversation from class or spouting on about some other random topic. A friendship began to flourish, built on a mutual hate of teachers, bad jokes and plenty of banter. You felt at ease around Tony, for the first time in a long time you allowed yourself to enjoy the company of another person without worrying that you were boring them with your incessant talk of musicals and drama. In return for putting up with your theatre talk, you listened to Tony rant on about things that you didn’t understand, engineering and robotics, all of that sciency stuff that got him excited, fascination shining in his eyes. Your friendship felt right, despite being from 2 completely different social groups, it was like you belonged together.

The school year was coming to a close and preparations for homecoming were underway. You were never a fan of social events like these because you usually ended up being stood alone all night, swaying to music that you didn’t like and regretting ever letting your mum talk you into coming. As the days flew past, more and more people were delivering elaborate proposals to get their dates. It was only a matter of time before Tony chose his girl and your heart seized at the thought. Don’t be stupid, you told yourself, he’d never ask you.

“Hey (Y/N),” Tony asked, disturbing you from your deep concentration.

“Hey Tony,” you mocked, drawing a laugh from him.

“Are you going to the homecoming dance?”

“Probably not, it’s not really my scene. If they played the Hamilton soundtrack well, maybe I’d reconsider,” you joked, turning to look at Tony, “what about you?”

“Yeah I don’t know,” he shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck. He looked like he opened his mouth to say more but the bell rang. Quickly packing up your books you bid Tony goodbye and hurried off to the gym to get changed for p.e.

“Alright, take a lap,” the teacher grumbled. As a pack, the class slowly made their way around the track. As you neared the final bend, loud music began playing over the speakers in the grand stand.

“You’re just too good to be true,” someone sang, “can’t take my eyes off of you.” Everyone slowed to a stop, looking around to with puzzled looks on their faces. The singing continued.

“You’d be like heaven to touch. I wanna hold you so much.” Slowly a figure rounded the corner at the top of the grandstand.

“At long last love has arrived. And I thank god I’m alive.” You squinted at the figure, trying to make out who it was. They started walking down the stairs towards the ground.

“You’re just too good to be true,” you sucked in a sharp breath, “Can’t take my eyes off you.” On the last word, Tony Stark pointed at you and winked, making you damn near fall over. The school band materialised from god knows where and began playing an upbeat tune which Tony danced along to goofily, swaying his hips to the beat, twirling dramatically all the while looking at you with a mischievous grin.

“I love you, baby,” he sang, “and if it’s quite alright I need you, baby.” Two teachers had spotted him and made a beeline to where he was performing but Tony continued singing.

“To warm the lonely night. I love you, baby. Trust in me when I say,” he dragged out the last word as he was surrounded by the teachers who made a grab at his arm, only for Tony to skilfully dodge them and run further up the grandstand. Everyone was captivated by Tony’s show as he weaved up and down the steps to avoid capture while belting his lungs out. More teachers came to help, eventually circling Tony and managing to get a hand on him. As he was being dragged away he struggles the mic up to his mouth one last time.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N), will you go to the homecoming with me?” He looked at you hopefully, a shit-eating grin plastered across his face.

“Of course” you yelled, fighting back tears that threatened to spill down your face.

“And that’s how you get the girl,” he declared before dramatically dropping the mic and being led away, an impossibly wide smile never once leaving his face. A similar one crept onto your own as the realisation sunk in. You were going to the homecoming with the most brilliant, kind and funny guy. Surely this was too good to be true.