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euniexenoblade · 2 months ago

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Choose Your Own Smutty Halloween Adventure - Prologue

"Hiiii everyone! It's me, Mordred! Breaking the fourth wall to bring you an all new fun smutty adventure! Let me welcome you to The Fucking Game!"

Curtains, that you previously never noticed on your screen, rise up to reveal a game show set. On the left side of the set there sits five yellow, cushy seats. On the right side are shackles chained to the wall, the only part of the set where the yellow striped wallpaper is disturbed. Between the two is a small wall to prevent the sides from seeing each other.

"Now, I know what you're asking, 'Mordred, what is The Fucking Game, and why the fuck are you breaking the fourth wall?!' Well, my dear reader, it's very simple, it's like the The Dating Game, except it's fucking, and you're reading it. And, it needs a host, and who better than me?"

"Oh, and did I mention it's a Halloween special? So, ya know, monsters and shit."

"Shall we meet our lovely slut I mean, bachelorette?"

Two hooded figures pull a girl out by the ankles, she seems to have been knocked out, sliding across the floor as they drag her. The hooded figures take the shackles and close them on the girl's wrists before walking away.

"Allow me to introduce you to-" Mordred turns around. The girl is unconscious on the ground. Mordred turns back to the camera. "Hmm. Hold on one second folks." Mordred walks off screen, but can be heard somewhat, "Go wake her the fuck up I have smut to write you dumbfucks!"

Two hooded figures walk back on stage, one has a stun baton. The figure lightly taps the girl with it. The girl screams, jumping awake and puts her back on the wall, cowering. The hooded figures walk off screen.

Mordred now walks back on screen. "Now! Allow me to introduce you to Delilah!"

"Where am I?! What is going on?! I want to go home!"

Mordred looks disappointed. "FINE! I'LL DO THAT TOO!" Delilah is a 30 year old trans woman from California. She's a college dropout, has had only one relationship with a cis dude and it ended badly, and now she's looking for love in all the wrong places~"

"I am?"

"Yes. You are. Today, Delilah will find true love. Or die trying I suppose, I don't know, it's not up to me. I'm just a host."

"But now, let me introduce you to the people she's gonna fuck!"

"Fuck?"

Mordred groans. "Yes, fuck, it's The Fucking Game, keep up girlie."

"Anyways, our first contestant, hailing from the forests out east, Gerold the Werewolf."

A big wolf walks out onto the stage. He stands at about 9 feet tall on two legs, covered in fur, hunched a bit, his big teeth obvious despite his snout being closed. He sits in the first yellow chair and looks into the camera and speaks, "My name is Gerold, but I go by Gere, because there are hundreds of werewolves, but there's only one Gerewolf." Crowd laughter is heard. What crowd? Who knows. "I deserve to have this girl as a personal fuck toy, because I am loyal and devoted. Though I may have a thousand victims, I'll have only one fuck toy. You'll never worry about where I am or who I'm with, I'm a werewolf, not a WHEREwolf." More crowd laughter.

The camera pans back to Mordred. "Ha ha ha isn't he a hoot? Now here's our second contestant, Lilith, the Demon Queen from Hell."

The camera pans back to the chairs, a tall woman with red skin walks onto stage. She plops into the second yellow chair, she has a black bra and black panties on, black hair to her shoulders, and big horns sticking out of her head. As she speaks, you can see her razor sharp teeth, "Hi there, I'm Lilith, and I'm a bat outta Hell." Mordred can subtly be heard saying "I don't think she knows what that phrase means...." Lilith continues, "I like long walks on the lava beach, I love to fuck, and baby, I know hell, so I have the experience to make this relationship work." The mystery crowd claps.

Once again, the focus is on Mordred. "Isn't she just lovely? A true romantic if I've ever seen one. And, now, our third contestant, Priscilla the Ghost Girl."

Back to the stage, a blue-ish, translucent being floats over to the middle chair. She looks like a cartoon ghost, big black circles for eyes, a mouth that's a line and moves to a circle shape as she talks, "Hello everyone, I'm Priscilla, the ghost with the most! I don't go out often, since I'm stuck to the house I'm haunting. But, that said, I'm a homeowner, I read a lot, and I love to stay home and give you all the attention you need." The mystery crowd can be heard going 'awww.'

"Wait she's done already?" Mordred whines before noticing the camera is back on her. "Oh, hi there, isn't she just the best?! Now, let's move on to our fourth contestant, Slosha the Slime Princess!"

Camera pans back to the chairs, and a green, moist, almost slug shaped being moves across the floor, leaving a trail the whole way. Once she gets to the fourth chair, she morphs her body into a humanoid shape, big breasts, big belly, even fake slime hair. As she sits down into the chair you can see the chair get moist through her body. "Hiiiiiiiiiii! I'm Slosha! I am the Princess of the great slime empire! I lovvvvve to eat, so you know I'm gonna have so much fun digesting you! But I love to play with my foooood, so if you become my sex toy I'll never leave you alone! And, since I'm royalty, you have to do whatever I tell you to do or I will have you executed ^_^"

Mordred speaks to the camera, "Holy fuck, isn't she just beautiful? Actual royalty on our show? That's so cool. Anyways, thank you readers for being patient, we're almost done. One final contestant, possibly the charismatic of them all, allow me to introduce you tooooo: Pumpkin!"

Back to the stage. A pumpkin falls from the roof into the last chair. It has no other discernible features. It can not speak. It is just a pumpkin. The mystery crowd goes crazy with applause.

"Isn't Pumpkin just lovely, folks? Now for the the game to truly to begin. Delilah will now pick which contestant she wants alone time with. And by pick, I mean she gets whatever you tell her she gets."

"Wait, what? I don't want this-"

"Did I tell you to speak?" Mordred says in a stern tone. Delilah goes quiet.

"That's right! It's you" Mordred points at you, the person reading this, "who gets to choose who Delilah gets fucked by!" Delilah gulps. "Now, reader, it's up to you, begin the game."

Link to round one.

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teenwolf-theoriginals · 1 year ago

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evening shelby chaos

pairing: tommy shelby x reader + dad!tommy

warnings: mild swearing, violence, sex, over-protective/controlling tommy

summary: adjusting to a new dynamic after a new baby is the easy part. the hard part, dealing with tommy when his over-protectiveness explodes when he catches ava and rob’s romantic bond reach new levels

side note: another fic inspired by the shelby family from this fic

side note #2: other fics in the afternoon shelby chaos series: dad!tommy, mr giraffe, the boys, and her name is

"Frances will tend to her". Tommy whispered as he saw your eyes shift towards the door. In the next room over, Eleanor resided, almost five months old, and already showcasing her Shelby personality; feisty, full of energy and charisma that shined in every room she graced. To help distract you, Tommy kissed down your neck. Your body arched closer to his touch, impatient to feel your husband. But Ella had other plans, her fussing getting louder and harder to ignore.

"Tommy".

"I'll get her".

Entering the nursery, it had gone through several changes to highlight each newborn. Ava's nursery had been subtle. Earth tones throughout, colour coming from the pink flower printed wallpaper. Charlie and Theo's only differed in the crib - Charlie's dark brown and Theo's navy blue. While Flo's had been bright, colours representing Mr Giraffe; cream crib, dark blue rug to match his bow tie and a splash of orange in the art that hung on the walls. And lastly, Eleanor's was a mix of reds and pinks, matching her strong Shelby allure. But the one item that remained a constant throughout was the grey chair nestled in the corner. The one where you sat during night-time feedings, the one where Tommy cradled Ava when he couldn’t sleep, watching her drift in and out of daydreams. And where the boys snuggled, carefully holding Florence as they met her for the first time.

"Charlie, Theo, the two of you should be in bed".

"Frances helped us with some warm milk and we heard her fussing". Theo whispered as Charlie made silly faces at Ella. Her tiny fist reached upward to grasp the air.

"And we wanted to make sure there were no monsters in her room". Charlie added.

"They are no monsters".

"What if they are invisible?". Theo gasped, startling Ella as he looked around the room, peering behind the curtain and under the crib.

"Invisible or otherwise, there are no monsters". Tommy replied, tapping each of them on the shoulder. "Go on, go to bed".

Making sure the boys did as they were told, Tommy stood by the door and watched them enter their rooms before meeting Eleanor's curious, bright blue eyes. "Mama and I need some time alone. Can you help me out, eh?".

She cooed in response, letting out a soft yawn. Tommy smiled and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. He left the door ajar and returned to you. The sight of you naked in bed never grew old. He stood by the dresser, admiring the body that had given him five children. Your curves, full breasts, those fucking thighs that he loved to run his hands over.

"I can feel you staring".

He chuckled, licking his lips as he spread you across the bed sheets, resuming where the two of you had left off as if no interruption occurred. Tommy slid into you, gasping in unison when your bodies instantly welcomed each other. He moved slowly, allowing you time to adjust to his thickness.

"Tommy, don't stop". You breathlessly demanded, gripping his ass to keep him close.

However, the echoes of Ava's voice and another shifted Tommy's focus. He yearned for you, needed to feel you in such an imitate way again. But his mind coupled with his over-protectiveness took control. You could see it itched in his frowned brow and pursed lips. His concentration depleting, and not even a kiss brought him back to the moment.

"It's probably Ava coming home".

"I thought she was home". Tommy grunted, slowing his movements right when your body needed him most. Much to your exhale, Tommy slipped on a pair of loose pants, peering out the window. "She went to Johnny's camp again, didn't she?. Did you tell her she could go?".

Slipping on your white nightgown, you massaged his shoulders. Like the kiss, it had no effect. He licked his bottom lip, marching with a mission across the room.

"Tommy, don't".

"I told her not to see that fucking Rob guy". He retorted, throwing over a white linen shirt and leaving you frustrated in more ways than one.

The front door swung open causing Ava and Rob to pull away from their goodnight kiss. Rob backed a few more steps when he met Tommy’s murderous gaze.

"Ava, get inside".

"Mr Shelby, I was only making sure Ava got home alright". Rob reassured, hoping it would defuse the situation.

"I know what you're intentions are, you and I will have a word later. But first, Ava get inside".

"I'm 10 minutes away from curfew".

"Your curfew has now changed, get inside".

She exhaled, her spirited side inherited from Tommy clashing with his. Two bulls stomping at the ground, fury at the other for not listening and for growing up too fast.

"You and Mum said that when I turn 16 I can have a later curfew. It's 8 minutes away from 9 pm, I didn't do anything wrong!"

Tommy pointed a stern finger her way, lowering his voice to a chilling tone. "Get inside the fucking house". By now, Ava was all too familiar with her father’s temperament, knowing how to let it roll off her skin. Rob, however, was not. He swallowed the lump in his throat, wiping the sweat from his palms.

As you joined the tense scene unfolding, you wished you had taking few extra seconds to put on a warmer layer of clothing. A thin nightgown and matching robe did very little to protect against the bitter air. "Rob, thank you for walking Ava home. But I think you should leave".

"He’s not going anywhere until he and I have a word".

"Tommy, enough".

"Why do you have to ruin everything!". Ava shouted, Rob looked over his shoulder, catching a glimpse of Ava marching inside with you right behind, leaving Tommy standing alone under the starry night.

When he stepped back into the bedroom Tommy’s hands roamed over your body. Slipping out of his embrace, you looked towards your husband who displayed little sense of guilt for ruining the evening. "Are you really trying to get me back into bed after what you just did?".

"I didn't do anything wrong".

"You did several things wrong, Tommy".

He sighed, lighting a cigarette as he took a seat on the bed. You by the vanity, waiting until he inhaled a few puffs of nicotine.

"Ava's found a nice guy. One that should be running far away from this family, but isn’t. Because that is how much he likes our daughter. Why are you so hell bent on taking a good thing away from her? Tommy, this is her first love".

"Ava's 16, what does she know about love, eh?".

"She won't know anything if her overprotective father keeps getting in the way".

"I will not apologize for looking out for her".

"Rob's not going to hurt her".

"You don't fucking know that!" He shouted. "Our daughter's safety comes first, before teenage love, do you understand?"

"He’s Johnny's cousin, what danger do you think he possibly possesses?".

"I don't know. But until I find out, they are not to spend any more time together".

Kneeling in front of Tommy, you rubbed his knee. "I am begging you to stop. You can't keep controlling her every move".

"Everyone will follow whatever rules I make. And it will be the same for the rest of the children when they grow up".

You stood, shaking your head at Tommy's stubbornness. Once more, he tried his luck. Hands scrunching your nightgown, lips connecting to your shoulder, lightly grazing his teeth over your skin. "No, the window closed for that 20 minutes ago". You sternly replied taking his hand and placing it over his semi-hard crotch. "You're smarter enough to figure out the rest".

"I rather you stroke me, love".

"And I rather you didn't interrupt us to go yell at our daughter".

"I gave her an order, and she disobeyed. And why did she disobey? Because you told her it was alright to go see him".

"So your idea to get me back into bed is to blame me for your misguided behaviour?".

He drew the smoke inward, releasing it within a few glorious seconds of having it warm his lungs. "I say no, and Ava runs to you".

"Like how I say no and Flo runs to you".

"Ava's situation is about her safety, Flo just wants new toys".

"Tommy, we have two more daughters. I am not going through the same ordeal with Flo and Eleanor. I know your first instinct is to protect. But your tendency to protect often crosses lines".

"That's never bothered you before".

"I spent years learning and adapting to your methods, the children have not". You responded, handing Tommy the tray to extinguish his half-smoked cigarette.

"And like you did, they will learn".

"Before or after you ruin your relationship with your children?"

"Tomorrow, I will fix things with Ava, alright?”. Placing the tray on the small table by his side of the bed, Tommy kissed you, once again sowing the seeds of arousal. ”This is the first time in five months that I am able to touch you. So please, can we get back into bed and enjoy the rest of our evening?”.

"You can go to bed. I'm going to check in on Ella and then Ava".

"Come on, love, Eleanor’s asleep and Ava will most likely tell you to leave her be”.

“Goodnight, Thomas”.

The next evening, Tommy came home to the dining table decorated with the pristine white cloth you only brought out for special occasions, and two candles positioned beside a small vase of daisies picked by Florence. You hadn’t noticed his arrival, too busy walking around the table straightening the crooked cutlery, wearing a knee-length, 3/4 sleeve navy blue dress. It wrapped around your body beautifully, Tommy’s eyes roaming over your curves. The urge to undo the belt holding the dress together prompted him to take a step forward, stopping when he noticed there were four plates instead of two. His mind telling him this wasn’t going to be a romantic dinner between husband and wife, making Tommy’s stomach churn.

"What's all this?".

You smiled his way, lighting the candles. "We are having a dinner guest".

"Who's coming?".

"Rob".

Tommy blinked, pressing his lips together. "Why the hell did you invite him to dinner, eh?".

"You want to get to know more about him, this is how you do it".

"And have him lie to me? Not a chance".

"Here's the deal”. You instructed, turning him toward the direction of the stairs. “You are going to get cleaned up for dinner. And for the sake of your daughter, Tommy, you going to sit down and behave".

"And if I don't?".

"You really don't want me to answer that, my love".

"You can't withhold sex forever. You enjoy it as much as I do". He teased, reaching for your bow belt.

You smacked his hand away, pushing him up the stairs. "Not getting sex is the least of your worries right now. Go wash up, I laid out a new suit for you".

Half an hour later, Tommy descended the stairs watching you warmly greet Rob. Ava beside him, holding his hand, providing emotional support. Tommy placed a soft kiss on the side of your forehead, and made sure your attention was secured on Ava before tightly squeezing Rob’s hand.

"Welcome to our home, Robert".

"Thank you, Mr Shelby". He said, grimacing through the pain, determined to hold his own, even if that meant a broken hand.

Much to Rob’s delight, you approached before bones broke. Tommy clapped Rob on the back inviting him to take a seat. Dinner moved at a snail’s pace. Tommy rather stare down the barrel of a gun than have to endure another minute of watching Rob’s puppy eyes linger on Ava, while her hand lingered on his knee.

“How about some tea and cake?”.

“That’s a great idea, love. Ava why don’t you go help your mother”.

Everyone knew the inevitable would come. Tommy wanting a private word with Rob was a father’s prerogative. Fire the hard questions, and make the boyfriend squeal like a pig heading to slaughter. In Rob’s case, they would be no squealing, just a Shelby-wielding axe falling hard and fast.

Reaching for his cigarette case, Tommy firmly kept an eye on Rob. “Do you smoke, Robert?”.

“Sometimes, yes”.

“Would you like one?”.

He shook his head, quenching his dry, blistered throat. “No, thank you, Mr Shelby”.

Tommy smiled to himself, sipping on his whiskey, more than ready to swing the axe. "How much?"

"Excuse me?"

"How much for you to walk away, go back to Johnny's camp and find yourself someone that isn't my daughter?".

"You must be joking?".

"I rarely joke, Robert. So tell me, what I have to do to get you away from Ava?".

"Why do you hate me so much? I treat your daughter well. I respect her. And despite many telling me that getting involved with a Shelby is a death sentence, I can see a future with your daughter".

Tommy chuckled at the naivety of the young. "You're 17, she just turned 16 a few months ago. The two of you don't know a single thing about love".

"No offence, but I don't think you're the right person to lecture us on love".

Tommy narrowed his gaze, lowering his voice. "My wife and I have built a beautiful family together. Made this house a home. Even when she had every reason to leave me, she stayed. She is the only woman I want laying beside me, and the only woman I want carrying the name Shelby. I would die for her. So don't you dare fucking lecture me about whether I know what love is".

"Then wouldn't you want the same for Ava? A love as timeless as yours?"

"I want Ava to be happy, above all I want her to be safe. To choose a man that can protect her. And I don't think you can do that".

"Because I'm not wealthy?". Rob retorted.

"No. Because to survive in this family, you can’t be weak or afraid of getting dirty and wiping blood from your cheek. You need to know how to step up like a man to protect your family, no matter what”.

“I can step up for Ava”.

“You’re a boy who thinks he is a man. You believe you can step up, and maybe one day, you can. But people like you are the ones who want to play at the big table too soon, who always have something to prove. But every time, every fucking time, those men end up pissing themselves. Even now, you can’t handle sitting at my table”.

“No disrespect, Mr Shelby, but I don’t appreciate having my character attacked. You only want to see me as a bad guy. But I’m worthy of your daughter".

You and Ava returned, breathing a sigh of relief to see Rob at the table, unharmed. Tommy stood in the foyer, adjusting his black coat. Frances mouthed one word as she wandered past with his peaky cap in hand - business.

“Please tell me you didn’t have someone call so you could have a reason to leave?”.

“No, I did not”.

You placed a finger under his chin, Tommy having no choice but to look at you. “Did you say anything to Rob to scare him away?”.

“I behaved, like you told me to”. He smiled, kissing you. “I love you. I won’t be long”.

“I love you too“.

When Tommy returned an hour later, an empty house awaited. Dinner had been cleared, no echo of Charlie and Theo pretending to be pirates, or the sight of Florence’s chestnut brunette locks and bright smile racing to say hello.

“Love?”. Tommy called out, noticing a note on the small round table in the middle of the foyer, reading: “Frances, the boys, Flo and I have gone for a walk around the estate. Be back soon”.

Removing his coat, a strong wave of protectiveness kicked in when Tommy’s eyes fell onto Rob’s sage green coat. Logic and reason disappeared as he marched upstairs, heart hammering in his chest when he stood in front of Ava’s closed bedroom door.

“Ava!”

Misty blue turned to blood red. Rob’s hand under Ava’s shirt, hair tousled, lips red. The intention was clear. And there was no angel sitting upon Tommy’s shoulder telling him to calm himself. Just two devils repeating “Kill him”. All the colour drained from Rob’s face as Tommy yanked him by the shirt, ignoring the cries from Ava to listen, to calm down.

"Dad, stop!" She begged, frantically rushing down the stairs. “Dad, please!”

Slamming Rob to the wall, Tommy’s hands would have to suffice, his gun locked away in his office. Rob struggling under Tommy’s deadly grip, struggling to collect air, to try and make amends.

"Mum, please make him stop!". Ava pleaded, rushing to you.

"Boys, take Flo outside. Now!".

They quickly ushered a terrified Flo back to the garden, Charlie covering her eyes to prevent her from witnessing the dark side of their father.

"Tommy, let him go!". You demanded, trying to loosen his hold on Rob.

He leaned in, ensuring Rob would never forget what he was capable of. "If you ever touch my daughter again. If you ever go near her. I will take a gun with a bullet craved with your name, and I will fucking kill you".

"Thomas!".

Letting Rob go, Tommy marched into his office, slamming the door. Ava rushed to Rob’s side. Her tear-stained cheeks would fade in a few hours, unlike the red mark across Rob’s neck, which would remain for days, weeks even. And when it did eventually fade, it would become an unforgettable warning, a reminder that he had only survived because Tommy had granted it.

"What the hell were you thinking, Tommy?". You barged in, right when he swallowed a glass of whiskey at his desk.

"His fucking hands were under her shirt". He clenched his already tense jaw, the sound of his teeth grinding as he growled. "Our daughter was about to have sex in our fucking house. And where were you, eh? Out for a fucking walk".

"I have four other children to look after, Tommy. Don't you dare blame me for this".

“Your priority should have been Ava. Frances could have handled the boys and Flo, and you could have been inside keeping an eye on him”.

“Keeping an eye? You found nothing of concern about Rob. He isn’t a criminal or a part of anything suspicious. He is an ordinary young man who likes our daughter. Our daughter, Tommy, who is smart and cautious. If she had a bad feeling about Rob she would never have continued a relationship with him”.

“What fucking relationship, eh?”. He remarked. “They’re fucking kids, who don’t know a damn thing about love”.

“We didn’t know a damn thing about love either, but we figured it out. They will too”.

Tommy sunk into his chair, glancing at the several photos nearby. The wedding photo stood in the centre, to the left a family photo, and to the right a picture of Eleanor three days after she was born. Beside that, a small frame housing a photo of Florence, no more than two years old, sitting in his office chair, smiling wide with Mr Giraffe on her lap.

“From the moment you rolled your eyes at me, and laughed when I called you beautiful, I knew you weren’t like any of the other women”. He recalled, softly smiling. “You weren’t desperate to fuck me. You didn’t care about my power or influence, you still don’t. You even had me waiting in the rain for 20 minutes on our fourth date. And when you finally arrived, you didn’t apologize, just told me good things were always worth waiting for”.

"I was surprised to find you still waiting”. You commented, leaning against his desk.

"I would wait in any storm for you”. Rising to his feet, Tommy rested one hand on your thigh, rubbing his thumb across the cotton material of your dress. “Before we slept together for the first time, I asked you if you were ready to give yourself to me. To belong only to me. And you did so, only when you were sure about us. You knew what laying in my bed would mean. But Ava is too young to decide whether to give away her body”.

“I hear you, I do. And it was my choice to give myself to you, Tommy. And I don’t regret that for a second. And it’s also Ava’s choice when and how, even with who, she decides to give her body too. Not yours. I know you hate it. I know you want to protect her innocence. But as parents, our job is to make sure our children are equipped with the knowledge to make safe and smart choices. We have to trust Ava”. Stroking his cheek, you softly added. “I don’t like the idea of her fooling around any more than you do. But how you handled it, wasn’t okay”.

“I know”.

“You frightened her. Not to mention the boys and Florence”.

At the mention of Flo, Tommy’s eyes softened completely. “How are they?”.

“Confused and scared. Especially, Flo. For fuck sake, Tommy, they saw you nearly choke Rob to death”.

"I never wanted Flo or the boys to see me like that”.

“Daddy?”. At the sound of Florence’s fragile voice, Tommy wiped his cheek, squatting to her level. “Why did you hurt Rob? Did he make you mad?”.

“He did, sweetheart”.

“What did he do wrong?”.

“He put his hands where he shouldn’t have”.

“Like you did?”. She asked, clutching Mr Giraffe.

“Like me, yes”.

“You have to say sorry, Daddy. When we hurt someone, we say sorry”.

“Florence, sweetheart, why don’t you go upstairs. Frances will help you pack a small bag”.

Nodding, Flo ran out.

“Bag? Where are you going, eh?”.

"To Linda's, where me and the children will stay for the night. And you will stay here and calm down”.

“I am calm”.

“No, you’re not, Tommy”. You replied, placing a hand over his chest. “You’re heart is racing. And you have that look in your eyes that tells me you still want to teach Rob a lesson. Which is why I will call Polly, and she will stay with you and make sure you don’t-”.

“Don’t what? Kill Robert?. I don’t need a fucking babysitter”.

“I’ll be back tomorrow to check in”.

“I love you. I need you to know that”. He whispered.

“Take a bath, shoot cans in the field to blow off steam if you have to. But make sure that tomorrow, that look in your eyes is gone”.

He counted your steps from his desk to the door, holding his breath when you reached the threshold and didn’t turn back. For the first time in the marriage, you hadn’t said those three words back.

Tommy hadn’t slept all night, not even after Polly came to deliver her “Fucking men and thinking they always know best” lecture. Keeping her watchful eye on him until an hour ago. Once Polly left, the house became far too silent for his liking. He needed noise. Needed to hear the sounds of Charlie and Theo stomping around. Needed to hear Florence tell him about the adventures she and Mr Giraffe had taken that day. Needed to hear you say that you loved him. He needed his family.

Wandering into the nursery, Tommy drummed his fingers over the crib. Four children had grown up in this very room, the fifth on her way to becoming a grown Shelby. He thought about the challenges Eleanor would bring. Would she be defiant? To spontaneous? A rule breaker, following her own set of rules like her father? Or would she be a lover of knowledge? A restless soul craving new adventurers? Whichever version Ella grew into, Tommy knew she would inherit your goodness, your beauty. All the children had. They held love in their hands, savoured the laughter in their throats, and chased what their hearts desired - even if it only lasted a few hours. They were better than he was because they had you as their mother.

“Ava and I spoke last night”. You softly said. Tommy turned, hesitant but willing to listen. “She told me that hands under shirts is as far as it went. And I explained to her the responsibility that is attached to something as intense as sex. And she reassured me that when she is ready for that step, she’ll come to me first”.

“I don’t like the fact that this is even a topic of conversation”.

“We have two more daughters and two young boys. This conversation will happen again, Tommy”.

“Ava’s different, love. She’s our firstborn”. Putting his hands on the crib, he half-smiled remembering how tiny Ava looked inside. “That first month, you didn't step out of the house, too scared to leave her alone. And I sat in this nursery watching her sleep, making sure she was breathing. Now, she hates me".

"Ava loves you, and she will forgive you".

"I fucked up. I never should of...I fucked up and I don't know how to fix it".

Rubbing his shoulders, you kissed the back of his neck, whispering. “By taking baby steps. We’ll get through this. We’ll be okay”.

He sighed, holding onto you. Hoping that he hadn’t destroyed his relationship with Ava.

By late afternoon, you brought the children home. Tommy waited in the driveway, Florence rushing to tightly hug him hello, using her Shelby innocence to make Tommy promise to play tea parties sometime in the week. She happily bounced inside, Charlie and Theo rushing towards the kitchen to fill their bellies with the newest dessert Frances had whipped up. While Ava avoided eye contact with Tommy while they headed across the fields.

“Why are we here, Dad?”. She asked, noticing the familiar surroundings of Johnny’s camp and catching the smell of firewood.

“We're here so I can do the right thing". Tommy replied, nodding across the camp to Johnny who ventured off. “Ava, it’s not easy for me to watch you grow up. Sometimes, I see demons where there aren’t any. I lose my temper, and I do bad things because my priority is to protect our family. But I need to let you grow up. To let you become a beautiful, smart, extraordinary woman, just like your mother”.

Ava smiled, tucking her dark locks behind her ear. To her left, Rob cautiously walked over. Her eyes fell to his neck, bearing the red mark of Tommy’s violent temper.

Tommy cleared his throat. “Robert, I would like to apologize for putting my hands on you. It was not the way to handle the situation. And I should have trusted Ava's judgement. She wouldn't have you in her life if she didn't believe you were a good man”.

Extending his hand, it took a full minute before Rob did the same. This time, Tommy’s grip was firm but not deadly. Like men, they shook heads, nodded and signed a silent agreement never to speak of the incident again.

“It went well then?”. You asked, stepping out of the barn as you saw them approach.

Ava nodded, sheepishly smiling. “Now that Dad doesn’t want to hurt Rob anymore, does that mean I can see him again?”.

Glancing at Tommy, he starched his cheek. “Your father and I discussed it, and until we say otherwise, you can only see Rob under our supervision. No closed doors, no fooling around”.

“Can I see him tonight?”.

“Baby steps, Ava”. Tommy warned, flicking his cigarette and squashing it under his boot.

“Baby steps”. She repeated, leaving a kiss on his cheek.

You smiled, pulling Tommy to you. “I kind of love you, Tommy Shelby”.

“Kind of, eh?”.

“Alright, fine. I fucking love you”.

“I fucking love you, too”. He whispered, sealing such a feeling in a lasting kiss that left you breathless. “How quiet do you think you can be?”.

You pondered his question, giving a mischievous smile. “We haven’t visited our spot in a while”.

“By the lake? Under the oak tree where we conceived Theo?”.

“Where we think we conceived Theo. But, why not? The children are playing inside and anything they need Frances can help with. The weather is nice. And-”. You tugged on his shirt, suggestively biting his lower lip. “And I don’t feel like being quiet”.

He smirked, sparking a shiver down your spine. Intertwining your hand in his, Tommy grabbed the checkered blanket from atop the hay bale, leading you across the dirt road and beyond fields.

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The first Twilight book ending with so much genuinely intriguing information about Alice that is immediately ignored is so crazy to me that it’s honestly funny.

The other vampires don’t necessarily remember their human lives well compared to their vampire ones but they do clearly have a lot of memories that inform who they are as people. And then we find out that Alice remembers almost nothing about being human and is the only vampire we meet who basically had her entire personality be created from only her vampire life. And the idea of who someone would be if they had only ever been a super powered future seeing non human is interesting, and it would have been especially interesting to see how it makes her act different from the others and perceive the world differently because she wouldn’t in any way identify with humanity or being human and any human experiences.

And then she just is exactly like everyone else and no it didn’t actually affect a single thing about her personality. And the fact that as both a human and vampire she has never experienced time in a linear fashion is way less impactful on her character than one would think beyond that she used future sight as a helpful tool.

Smeyer is so wild for creating genuinely really cool character and world building ideas and then immediately ignoring them and not considering that they would in any way correlate to how that character acts

Oh for sure! There are so many fascinating little character details that just . . . don't . . . go . . . anywhere. Really Alice waking up as a vampire with no memory of anything else is SO interesting and could be such a contrast to the others, but it's only sort of hinted at and doesn't end up really mattering at all. There's Edward's line about how if she hadn't had her ability to see the future and saw Jasper and Carlisle and where her life would end up, she'd probably have turned out to be a feral monster or something and how no one could understand how she could be abandoned like that. SM pays lips service to the idea that Alice doesn't remember being human but she mostly uses that to like, push her into being obsessed with human rites of passage for Bella that she can sort of live vicariously through rather than a deeper, more meaningful exploration of what it would be like to be in Alice's shoes.

Genuinely, I'm fascinated by every single one of the Cullens' stories as newborns except Bella's, because it's just the most boring one. She doesn't give up or lose anything, she doesn't wake up to a world she didn't know existed. She's about as well-informed as a human could be and she wants to be a vampire and is instantly good at it so it's all just so . . . blah. Alice waking up with no memory and superpowers and insatiable thirst is about 1000 times more interesting. Just imagine how disorientating and confusing and frightening that would be! Carlisle lived out his own horror movie as a newborn, being bitten on a vampire hunting raid gone wrong, hiding during his transformation out of fear his father would burn him alive, realizing what he had become and trying to destroy himself before he hurt anyone ending with him starving himself in the woods for months. Jasper, too, had a whole horror movie where he was the nightmarish monster, to humans as well as other vampires. And the other Cullens died and 'woke' up to a new life they had no idea about and had to lean on strangers they either barely knew or didn't know at all. That's the interesting stuff. That's what I like about vampire stories. But these experiences barely matter to how they act in the present day. Jasper's poor self control matters in some scenes and doesn't matter at all in others. Rosalie's baby obsession is a big feature of Breaking Dawn, but Esme, who actually had and lost a baby, might as well be wallpaper in that book. Edward's going on about how could he ever love this thing if it kills Bella, meanwhile Carlisle's mother literally DID die giving birth to him and it never enters the conversation.

And for SM, Alice's whole "doesn't remember being human" ends up being focused entirely on like, shopping and parties and clothes, so she can live vicariously through Bella. And on one hand there's something interesting in there, something pathetic (in the pathos sense) with Alice trying to understand humanity in this sort of superficial way because she doesn't have the experience or memories to go any deeper, but it's mostly portrayed as just wheee isn't Alice fun! I wish I had a sister/best friend like Alice! It's just blatantly obvious that it's less about who Alice is than what she can do for Bella.

Even in New Moon where we find out that Alice has been researching her own history, found her own grave and asylum admission papers, and it goes nowhere! It doesn't change how Alice behaves at all, it doesn't change her relationship with Bella, Bella just kind of goes "huh interesting" and we never hear about it again. I mean Alice goes through it in these books and you wouldn't even know! She finds out that James had hunted her when she was human and this other vampire turned her to save her and died defending her. She finds out she was put in an asylum by her father and he told everyone she was dead. And even though she's the 4th most prominent character after Bella, Edward and Jacob, there's still no room in the Bella-centric narrative for Alice to have the space to actually deal with any of this. She's too busy fulfilling her role as Bella's fairy godmother sister.

#asks #alice cullen

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✨Broken✨

Summary: Dean made a huge mistake and had to deal with the consequences.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language, angst, hurt, -but some fluff in between

Word Count: 1882

A/N: English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

“Goodbye, Dean Winchester”, you giggled as you briskly turned towards your front door. Dean gave you the biggest Smile you had ever see on anyone's face. He shook his head in amusement, his eyes shining. “You’re something else (y/n)”, he chuckled and continued grinning while opening the door of his car. “Oh, you fucking bet!”, You winked at him before parting ways. At least for tonight.

Just a Date. One single date. A single evening. Without sex, without kissing. It only took four hours for you to fall head over heels in love with him. Four hours of your laughter, your sparkling eyes and your sassy jokes were all it took for Dean to fall head over heels in love with you.

3 missed calls.

6 missed calls and 2 messages.

13 missed calls and 8 messages.

"Just leave me alone!", you cursed, throwing your phone in the corner of your dingy motel room as tears steadily streamed down your cheeks. You sat on the floor with your face in your arms and your legs bent, leaning your back against the creaky bed. You never imagined that you would be sitting here like a heap of misery, crying your eyes out. Not because of your fiancée. Not because of Dean.

The two of you had been together for 6 years, engaged for a year and were actually planning on getting married in two months. You had come to terms with his lifestyle, his living situation and all the dangers, the monsters and all that shit that came with his way of life. You sacrificed everything normal for this man… and for what?

Dean was the love of your life and until three days ago you thought he felt the same way, but you were obviously wrong.

8 missed calls.

12 missed calls and 8 messages.

16 missed calls and 18 messages.

You immediately regretted it when you looked at your phone after a way too long shower. Not just because of all the messages and missed calls, but also because of your wallpaper. It showed the happiest moment of your life. A photo Sam had taken shortly after Dean put an engagement ring on your finger. You camped in the mountains of Montana. Dean had waited for the most beautiful sunset of all and proposed to you in front of a beautiful, large lake. As the two of you lay hugged in front of the campfire in the twilight, Sam took advantage of your inattention to take this great snapshot.

“It suits you”, Dean stroked your slim fingers. “It´s beautiful”, you whispered, barely audible, your voice trembling slightly. Your back was pressed against his chest and you were sitting between his legs. With sparkling eyes, you turned to him and looked him in the eyes. “I love you”, you whispered. “I love you”, he replied, just as lovestruck as you. You were so sweet and cheesy that even Sam felt sick at the sight of you two.

As said, the most beautiful and happiest moment of your life.

Wearing only a towel, you sat down on the bed and looked at your hand with the ring. Was it all just lies? Was he that good at hiding his true self?

You had already forgiven him for so much and overlooked so much. Even when he almost killed you as a demon, you didn't stop loving him.

But it was different now.

“Dean… you really up for this? I don’t know if this is such a good idea“, you mumbled as you got out of the shower together 10 days ago. "If not now, when? (y/n), I love you. I couldn't imagine a future with any other woman and I'm sure we would be great parents. Please Sweetheart, give it a shot. Or better yet, let me get to take a shot”, he wiggled his Eyebrows, before taking your hands in his.

“Please, Baby”.

You looked at him doubtfully and there was silence for a few minutes before you took a deep breath. “Okay, let’s try for a little Dean then”, you sighed, still a little hesitant. It was the second biggest smile you'd ever had to see on Dean's lips. His arms wrapped around your body, almost crushing you as he spun you through the air once before carrying you to your bedroom.

You looked at the clock and started getting dressed. It was time to leave the motel and move on. You didn't know where to go yet. You didn't know how long either. What you knew was that you needed space.

Distance from everything and everyone.

You still hoped that Dean had been possessed, hexed or cursed in some way, but based on his and Sam's texts, that was obviously not the case. Drunk, yes. However, nothing more.

You've been gone for four weeks now. Four weeks in which you didn't let anyone hear from you, in which you were constantly on the move so no one could find you and four weeks in which Dean slowly but surely became sick from worry.

"Dean!", Sam knocked on his older brother's door. Dean hasn't come out of his room in three days except to pee. He didn't eat anything, he didn't talk, he just vegetated.

“Come on, buddy. You have to eat something! Starving won't bring her back either”. After fifteen minutes, Sam left the plate in front of Dean's door with a sigh and went back into the kitchen to eat his burger.

Two more days passed before Sam took advantage of his brother's pee break to push him against the bathroom wall with his forearm on his throat. "What the hell is wrong with you! Dean, I know (y/n) meant a lot to you, but look at you!", Sam snapped at his brother. Sam was actually the quieter of the two, but he couldn't see how much Dean was letting himself go. He had probably already lost at least 15 pounds, stopped shaving and was basically just a wreck.

With a firm tug, Dean released himself from Sams grip and looked at him angrily.

“You don´t know shit! I lost her, Sammy! I fucking broke her heart and lost the best thing that ever happened to me. You didn't see her eyes. Shit, how could I be so stupid", Dean's voice grew louder and he found himself angrily punching a hole in the wooden bathroom door. “Fucking shit”, he rubbed his face hard as his knuckles bled. Sam sighed before pulling his brother into a tight hug. Of course, Dean fought back at first, but he was just too weak and too sad, so he allowed it, while a few tears ran down his cheeks.

It took another two days before Sam finally got Dean to shower. A week until he was eating somewhat normally again. Two weeks until he came out of his room again. Three until he went hunting again for the first time. But even after a total of 9 weeks, no smile found its way onto his face.

Just like with you.

Nevertheless, you had to overcome yourself, gather all your courage and push open the heavy iron door of the bunker.

You did your best to go downstairs quietly, but Sam, who was about to go jogging, spotted you immediately.

“(y/n)!”

Even though it was tearing you up inside to be here again, you gave Sam a small smile.

“Hey”, you murmur, letting him hug you tightly once you reach the bottom. You couldn't stop your eyes from glazing over. “I missed you, little one”. Sam kissed your head before letting you out of his embrace and studying you. You looked absolutely exhausted and tired.

It took him a few seconds to find his voice again. “He´s in the garage”, Sam said quietly, looking at you with pity. “I’m... just here to get my things”, you cleared your throat and started to walk towards your shared room, but Sam gently held your arm. “I know he made big mistakes (y/n). And I definitely don't want to protect him. You have every right to leave him, but please tell him you're okay. Please let him say goodbye to you”. Sam’s voice was gentle and soothing, but even his compassionate words, for both Dean and you, didn’t change your broken heart. “I… I can’t, Sam”, you slowly pulled your arm away from him.

“(y/n)... please. It breaks him... Please... He's my brother”.

With tears in your eyes, you shook your head and wrapped your arms around your body. "I'm sorry Sammy. I wish you nothing but the best”, you somehow tried to smile before going into your old room.

When you got there, you were briefly surprised to find no chaos. The room has never been as tidy as it is now, but your heart has never hurt as much as it does now when you look at your bed.

With tears streaming down your cheeks and quiet, barely audible sobs escaping your throat, you grabbed the few things you had from the room.

Carrying a large, fully-packed bag, you looked at the picture of yourself on Dean's nightstand, you swallowed hard and walked out the door, your back first as you pulled the door shut. You wiped away your tears with your free hand as you felt something hard against your back.

“(y/n)”.

His voice gave goosebumps all over your body. It was so deep, rough, scratchy. Emotionally charged. Full of regret and sadness. And yet you heard a glimmer of hope. Maybe you wanted to hear that too. Who knows.

You both stood rooted to the spot for a few seconds until Dean tried to turn you around with his hand on your waist, but you immediately slapped his hand away.

“Don’t fucking touch me! Don’t you dare touch me ever again!”, you hissed loudly. Tears immediately welled up in your eyes again. Dean didn’t flinch at your reaction. He wasn't surprised and couldn't blame you. His eyes also slowly filled with tears when he saw the bag over your shoulder.

Dean wanted to take you in his arms, hold you close to him and never let you go. He wanted to show you how much he loved you, show you what a big mistake he had made, prove to you that something like that would never happen again. He would do anything to make up for what he did to you. You were his everything. The love of his life. He wanted to build a future with you. He wanted to have a baby with you. A family. You were his world.

But when he saw the bitterness through all your tears, he knew he had lost. The curtain closed. That's it. The end. He had destroyed everything.

“I love you (y/n)”, he whispered, barely audible.

“You never did”, you replied with a dry throat, taking his hand and placing your engagement ring in it.

"Goodbye Dean Winchester".

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰 Again, I'm thinking about writing a second or even third part. I guess I just can't stick with one-shots ._.

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