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fruitcoops · 3 years ago

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okay so we all love dad dumo and he's an incredible parent but even dumo isn't perfect. Could we maybe have dumo snapping at logan (or sirius, if it strikes your fancy, but i love dumo+logan dynamics) and then apologizing for it like a parent actually f*cking should

Oof, yes. Combined with asks for Sirius and Logan bonding, as well as some pre-Cap and James. SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for parental figure disappointment

The car rumbled. Dumo’s hands squeaked on the wheel as he flexed his fingers. Logan felt like he was going to throw up.

Can we turn around real quick? No, too vague. Can we go home so I can use the bathroom? No, he’ll say I can wait another ten minutes. I forgot my phone at home? No, he saw me put it in my pocket. Logan ran through every possible way of asking to go back to the Dumais house without giving away his dilemma; with each scenario, they grew further from where he needed to be.

“Hey, Dumo?” he began quietly, swallowing around his dry mouth. What was it his father always said? Honesty is the best policy. “We need to go back to your house for a moment.”

“We’re already running late,” Dumo said, not even sparing him a glance in the rearview mirror. The traffic around them was a mess. “If we go back, we’ll miss the first part of warmups.”

“I know, but it’s kind of important.”

“So is the game. If it’s your wallet, you don’t need it right—”

“I left my skates by the front door.”

Dead silence filled the car as Dumo slowed to a stop at the fourth red light. Logan’s heart sank and his stomach crawled into his throat. “What?”

“I left my skates by the front door,” he repeated, staring at his hands. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking—”

“Tabernak, Logan!” Dumo snapped. He felt something inside him wither and die. “First the nap, then forgetting to wash your jersey, and now you left your fucking skates behind? What’s going on in your head? You are an adult now with responsibilities, and it’s your job to keep track of your shit.”

“I know,” Logan said quietly.

Dumo huffed. “Clearly you don’t! Do you just not care? Is that it?”

“I care.”

“This isn’t a college team, Logan.” Dumo’s accent grew harsh around his name. It had been a bad day for him—Adele came down with a nasty cold just after Celeste left to visit her parents for the weekend, and there was always an added pressure with home games. Logan knew that, and he knew he should have been paying better attention.

“I know.”

Dumo muttered a curse under his breath and pulled onto a side road, then swore again when his duffle bag slid in the passenger seat. Logan closed his eyes; there was no way they would make it all the way to the house and back to the rink in time for pre-game rituals. Damn it, Tremblay. What were you thinking?

They drove the rest of the way in silence. Dumo parked the car with a quiet “go”, and Logan hurried inside with a slight nod to the babysitter as he grabbed his skates before slinking back to the car with his head hung low.

“I’m really disappointed in you,” Dumo said when they reached the freeway again.

“I’m sorry.”

He received no response.

They won the game despite skipping all their superstitions, no thanks to Logan. He played like shit; Arthur barely gave him four shifts the whole night. Finn shot him a concerned look as he rinsed off and slipped back into his street clothes, but Logan didn’t have the energy to confront both his best friend and the upsetting feelings connected to the aforementioned best-friend-slash-secret-crush. If he tried, he’d certainly end up doing something stupid.

He packed his things, slung his bag over his shoulder, and followed Dumo out to the car like a stray dog with his tail between his legs. “I really am—”

“I don’t want to hear it,” Dumo interrupted as they pulled out of the parking lot. Logan pressed his lips together. “Are you hungry?”

Starving. “Kinda.”

“I’ll heat up some leftover lasagna when we get back to the house. Will you pay the babysitter and make sure the kids are in bed?”

“Sure.”

“Thank you.”

Logan ground his teeth around the steady ache building in his chest—he hated disappointing people in general, but it was a whole different story with Dumo. He was his second father, the person Logan admired most on the team. He gave him a home and a substitute family to ease the homesickness, and was always there to cheer him on. And Logan let him down.

They went through their nightly routine silently, which was a sharp contrast to their usual banter. Marc and Louis refused to go to bed at first, nearly bringing Logan to tears in his frustration, but he eventually got them settled down and tucked in. By some miracle, both the girls were already asleep.

“I’m going to call Celeste,” Dumo finally said as Logan unloaded the dishwasher. He nodded without a word, not trusting his voice.

As soon as the dishwasher was full and running, Logan took his phone out and dialed the only person he wanted to hear from. It rang twice before connecting. “Hello?”

“Hey.” His voice cracked and he cleared his throat. “Hey, Cap, what’s up?”

“Not much.” Sirius sounded confused, and more than a little tired. “Ça va?”

Logan’s eyes burned. “Not bad. Do you have a minute?”

There was a rustling noise from the other end, followed by the clink of keys. “You’re at Dumo’s, right?”

“Oui.”

“I’ll be there in ten.”

“Thanks,” he managed around his tight throat. “See you soon.”

Hushed voices came from the living room and Logan padded down the hall, knocking gently on the doorframe. Dumo looked up and furrowed his brow. “Un moment, mon amour. Are you alright?”

“Sirius is coming by in ten. We’re going to hang out for a bit, if that’s okay.”

“Tell him I say hello.” Without another word, Dumo uncovered the base of his phone and returned to his conversation. Logan nodded and headed back out into the hall, swallowing down the tears forming behind his eyes.

Ten minutes turned out to be seven minutes—Logan was simultaneously flattered and concerned—and a soft knock startled him out of his thoughts. Sirius already looked worried when the front door swung open. “What happened? Is everyone okay? Did something happen to Celeste?”

“She’s fine. Dumo says hi.” And he’s horribly disappointed in me. Logan took several deep breaths through his nose to control the tremor in his voice and Sirius gave him a worried once-over. “Can we drive around for a bit?”

“Of course.”

For all of his bluster and general brooding vibe, Sirius continued to be the king of empathy and (in Logan’s opinion) a secret mind-reader. The second his arm draped across Logan’s shoulders and held him close as they walked down the sidewalk, he felt some of the pressure in his chest release. “Sorry about the late call,” he sniffled. It was a cold night—the snot threatening to drip from his nose was frigid already. “I just—I needed to get out for a minute.”

“À tout moment.” Any time. Logan didn’t feel deserving of that kindness after the mess he had been on the ice. The heaters kicked on as soon as Sirius started the car and Logan closed his eyes, leaning back into the warm seat. “Can you tell me what happened?”

“It’s so stupid.”

“Doesn’t sound like it.”

Logan took a moment to breathe before shaking his head. “I forgot my skates. We were already running late, and I forgot my fucking skates at the house.”

Sirius hummed, but said nothing.

“It’s—Dumo has been having such a horrible day.” Tears clogged his throat again. “And I took a nap earlier because I stayed up late last night like an idiot, and Adele’s sick so he had all the kids and no help while he was trying to get ready, and then I overslept so it was already going to be rushed and forgot to clean my jersey and then—and then I forgot my skates. God, I’m so stupid.”

“Don’t say that.”

“It’s true.”

“It’s not.” Logan wanted to kick him for being so infuriatingly patient. Sirius glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. “That’s not why you’re upset, though.”

“He’s—” Logan broke off and swiped the first tear away with his sweatshirt cuff. “He said he was disappointed in me.”

“Ah.”

“It’s such a stupid thing to be upset about.”

Sirius sighed through his nose and pulled into the parking lot of a 24-hour Taco Bell, then turned off the car and faced Logan with one eyebrow raised. “Stop doing that.”

“Doing what?”

“Belittling yourself.”

“Okay, Heather,” Logan snorted. Sirius reached over and flicked him on the forehead. “Hey!”

“You forgot your skates. Big deal. We’ve all been there.”

Logan shot him a glare. “You’ve never forgotten your skates.”

“Yes, I have. My very first game with the Lions, actually. Except I didn’t realize it until we were already at the rink.”

“Did Dumo drive you back?”

“The whole damn way. He was mad as hell, but he did it.” Sirius’ face softened, and he poked Logan gently on the thigh. “Stop kicking yourself for this one. It sounds like it was a bad day for you both.”

“I still feel like shit.”

Sirius shrugged. “I bet. Disappointing Dumo is the worst feeling ever.”

“He wouldn’t even let me apologize.”

“He will.”

They sat in silence for a full minute as Logan tried to find the right words. “How did you deal with it? Letting people down. It feels like I’m drowning, sometimes.”

“Really, really poorly,” Sirius half-laughed, crossing his ankle over his knee. “It wasn’t until I was named captain that I started accepting that people weren’t lying when they forgave me for fucking up.”

“Why?”

“Believe it or not, the people I was around as a kid didn’t make a habit of apologizing to me when they did something wrong.”

Logan looked up from the faded letters on his sweatshirt sleeve and sniffled. “Thanks for bringing me out here.”

“Pas de problem. I figured you could use some company outside the house.”

“You’re the best.”

“I try.”

“You succeed.” You’re like a brother to me, actually. “Is this what James did for you?”

“No,” Sirius laughed. Affection took over his face, bright even in the dim light from the streetlamps. “No, he snuck me onto the roof of the rink with massive amounts of junk food and stayed with me until the imposter syndrome faded. It was fantastic, but we nearly got hypothermia several times in the winter. This is much more comfortable.”

“Thanks for helping me keep all my fingers and toes,” Logan said wryly. He lapsed back into silence and folded his forearms on the dashboard, sighing at the pleasant stretch of his back. “I know I have to go back eventually, but I’m scared.”

“Honestly, Logan, I bet he’s already forgiven you. He knows it was an accident.”

“But what if he doesn’t?” The words came out as little more than a whisper. Sirius’ hand rested hesitantly between his shoulder blades until Logan leaned back into it, then began rubbing gentle circles.

“He does,” Sirius said softly. “And he loves you so much.”

Logan sniffed back more tears. “Really?”

“Ouais. You’ve been living with him for nine months now, and he’s so proud of how far you’ve come.”

“How do you know?”

“Because he told me. Last week, after your hat trick. People fuck up, Logan, but that doesn’t mean they’re unforgivable. You don’t need to flay yourself for one bad day.”

Logan shut his eyes with a slow exhale and buried his face in his forearms. “I think I’m ready to go back now.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

“D’accord. Buckle your seatbelt.”

He straightened up and stretched, wincing at the crack of his back. Sirius drove out of the parking lot and hummed under his breath to the radio, but Logan didn’t miss the careful glances out of the corner of his eye. “You don’t need to worry about me,” he finally said. “I’ll be okay.”

“I know,” Sirius said casually, though he looked like he was holding something back. Logan didn’t press; Sirius would talk in his own time if he wanted to. He opened his mouth, paused, then sighed. “But I do worry about you.”

“Why?”

“Because.”

Thank you, Captain Black, for the most media answer of all time. “You really don’t have to.”

Sirius parked the car and leaned his head back against the seat. “You’re my friend, and I care about you, so I worry.”

Logan blinked at him. “You care about me?”

“Obviously,” Sirius muttered. Even in the darkness of the street, his cheeks were pink. “Now go on, you've got someone waiting for you.”

“I care about you, too.”

“Out of my car, Tremblay.” Despite his words, a smile quirked at the corner of Sirius’ mouth. Logan socked him lightly on the arm and opened the door, shivering in the night air as it bit through his hoodie.

“Drive safe, Cap.”

“I will.”

The walk to the front door felt less like a trip to the gallows and more like coming home; Logan felt his muscles relax, and saw the curtains shift as someone moved away from the window. Dumo opened the door before he could even knock.

“I’m sorry,” they said in unison. Logan raised his eyebrows and Dumo opened the door the rest of the way, ushering him inside.

The moment the door closed behind him, Dumo wrapped him in a hug. “I’m so sorry for what I said earlier, Logan. You made a mistake, and I shouldn’t have come down hard on you.”

“I’m sorry I made us late,” Logan said into his soft shirt. “And for not helping earlier. It won’t happen again.”

“All is forgiven.” Dumo patted him on the back of the shoulder and held him at arm’s length with a sad smile. “I should have kept a better handle on my temper. You don’t deserve to be spoken to like that.”

Logan bit back the urge to say it’s okay or I deserved it and instead pulled him in for another hug. “Thank you for everything you’ve done for me. I didn’t realize how much you’ve helped me until today.”

Dumo made a quiet sound and held him tighter. “It’s a gift to have you here.”

Logan squeezed his eyes shut as a wave of emotion rolled in his heart. “There is nowhere I would rather be,” he whispered. They stayed like that for a long moment, swaying slightly, before Dumo stepped back.

“Get some rest. We have early practice tomorrow.” He mussed Logan’s hair and gave him a nudge toward the stairs. “Bonne nuit, mon fils.”

Mon fils. Logan’s breath caught for a second and he smiled. “Bonne nuit.”

#logan tremblay #sirius black #pascal dumais #finn o'hara #james potter #sweater weather #lumosinlove #my fic #fanfic #hurt/ comfort #cap and logan bonding #dad dumo

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winterskywrites · 3 years ago

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something fluffy with the trio from the sequels? but no reylo pls

“So, what’s the point of this?” Rey asked, tugging at her jacket. “And do I have to be dressed up?”

“It’s a costume,” Poe replied, adjusting his belt. “For the party. It’s fun. Everyone dresses up, and then we have a party with treats.”

“Treats?” Rey asked, her eyes widening.

Poe grinned. “Yeah, treats. Like cookies and chocolates.”

“This is so baggy!” Finn protested, messing with the poncho that Poe had forced him into. “Why do people wear such baggy clothes?”

“We just need to wear them for a few hours,” Poe assured him. His face fell slightly and he added, “I mean, we don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

Rey and Finn looked at each other. “We want to do it,” Rey declared, reaching up to properly tousle her hair. “So, when do we go?”

“Are you ready?” Poe asked BB-8. The responding trill was a bit indignant, but BB-8 rolled out anyway. Rey stifled a giggle.

“Are you two ready?” Poe asked Finn and Rey.

“I guess,” Finn replied, adjusting his poncho one last time.

“Let’s go get some treats!” Rey declared, taking Poe and Finn’s hands and dragging them out the door.

The party was in full swing when they arrived. Jess laughed when she caught sight of them. “Finally found people to help you live your dreams, Poe?”

“You just wish you’d thought of such great costumes yourself,” Poe shot back.

“Can we see these great costumes?” a voice asked from behind them.

Rey and Finn both looked at Poe before turning around. Leia was standing behind them, an eyebrow arched. To one side of her was Luke, who had a hint of a smile on his face, and on the other side was Han, who was clearly trying very hard not to look amused. Chewbacca was making no such effort, and even R2-D2’s beeping sounded amused.

“Kids all across the galaxy dress up like the heroes who took down the Empire,” Poe said with a winning smile. “I thought Finn and Rey deserved a chance to do it too.”

“So you three dressed up as us,” Leia said flatly.

Poe looked at Finn, dressed up as Luke, and then at Rey, dressed up as Han. “I think we did a pretty good job of it.”

“Did you draw the short stick, kid?” Han asked. “No one else wanted to wear the dress?”

Leia smacked him upside the head.

“No, I insisted,” Poe replied, adjusting his long white dress. “Besides, Finn rescued me from the First Order dressed as a stormtrooper, and then Rey flew a droid with a secret message back to the Resistance in the Millennium Falcon. I think it’s pretty clear who’s who.”

Luke grinned. “But Rey is a Force-user from a desert planet, and Finn almost left before coming back to help his friends.”

“You’re not arguing Poe being me?” Leia asked.

Luke shook his head. “No, I think he’s pretty much got you covered.”

BB-8 trilled indignantly. “Really?” Poe demanded. “After how hard it was to get you to agree to that paint job, now you’re offended people aren’t admiring it?”

R2-D2 beeped his compliments, and BB-8 preened. The blue paint job did look a little strange on them when Poe was so used to their normal orange, but it was necessary to complete the costume, and he’d specifically chosen a paint that would come off easily. Besides, BB-8 idolized R2-D2 enough that it hadn’t actually been that hard to get them to agree to dressing up like him.

“You don’t have a Threepio,” Han remarked. “Or a Chewie.”

Chewbacca roared and went over to stand next to Rey. Han gaped at him. “Seriously?”

Chewbacca tousled Rey’s hair and gave Han a very smug look.

“Now it looks like you don’t have a Chewie,” Rey said, sounding just as smug as Chewbacca looked.

“You can keep Threepio, though,” Poe said. He didn’t mind working with the droid on occasion, but his neuroses definitely started getting on Poe’s nerves after a while.

“Does this mean I can pass off some of my paperwork to you?” Leia asked. “Since we’re apparently so similar?”

“Only if I’m in costume,” Poe joked, hoping Leia wasn’t about to pull a stack of datapads out of nowhere and foist them off on him.

“We should stop hogging you three,” Luke said, giving them a smile. “Have fun at the party. And those costumes are really spot on. Han, that jacket even looks just like yours.”

Han studied Rey’s jacket, his eyes narrowing slightly. “That looks just like the jacket that went missing three days ago,” he said suspiciously.

Rey and Finn, who had both seen Poe sneak the jacket out of the laundry, shot him a nervous look. Poe winked.

“Run.”

They scattered instantly, and Han started yelling for them to come back, and Poe couldn’t help but laugh, feeling younger than he had in years. He’d promised Finn and Rey that this would be fun, and it was. He hoped they were enjoying themselves as much as he was.

And maybe Jess was right in teasing Poe about fulfilling his dreams, but even still, he couldn’t help but think their costumes were pretty great indeed.

#poe dameron #rey star wars #finn star wars #fn 2187 #leia organa #luke skywalker #han solo #bb 8 #r2 d2 #chewbacca #star wars #star wars sequel trilogy #star wars sequels #swst #sw #my writing #anonymous #prompt

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evrenosman · 25 days ago

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There was a part of Evren that wanted to ask the other all the details of what it was like growing up with Neena as a teenager. He wanted to know what it was like watching her then, but, he had a gut feeling that told him she was just the same now. And while stories and learning of someone's background was always something he'd admire - especially Neena Dunn - those were memories he wanted to share with his girl; see the way her eyes changed when she talked about things she used to love or something. So instead, he listened, allowing his smile to grow when the other talked about Neena in a way that Evren knew meant that Neena was important to him; which was good, because Evren would've been the first person to correct Finn if he'd said differently. "That party was so crazy, man, I'm shocked that she was able to see anyone." he admitted, knowing that he himself had kept her pretty occupied between their drinks at the bar and their secret meetups in various places around the venue. "I assume you have her current number? You guys have been in touch just not seen each other in person right?" he asked, reaching for his phone to give the other his girlfriend's number if the answer were no, but he found himself getting distracted ther other's explanation. Smirking, Evren shook his head. "I clearly don't know much about your personal life man, but this 'roommate' sounds less like a roommate and more like someone special to me." he rose an eyebrow. @finneganbarclay

Moving across the cou try had been a no Brainerd when it came to traveling with Rosie and her son Tucker. But it was also meant he'd be in the same town with a friend he had grown up with though hadn't seen in ages. He was just glad for FaceTime and phones, allowing that distance to feel oh so much smaller. "It was something alright," he said with a laugh, "she was like another little sister actually." One that at the time he might not have been a huge fan of but as they got older, he enjoyed her company more and more. "You're telling me," he huffed with a laugh, "imagine her as a teenager, during years which we both know suck." But he understood exactly wheat the other meant and he was glad to have known Neena back then and now. "I briefly saw her at her birthday party but I'm definitely going to have to properly hang out with her soon. And it's a long story but this girl I," he stopped not really knowing how to describe his situation. "My roommate is originally from here and she along with her son moved back. And I tagged along."

#evren x finn #finn thread; 01

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love-hope-faith-feels-like-a-lie · 4 years ago

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Another one for you! What are your five "go to" GG episodes you find the most rewatchable? They Shoot Gilmores and The Lorelais' First Day at Yale are definitely both on my list, but I'm still trying to pick just three more from the zillion other episodes I love :)

Thank you for this. I really appreciate it💕 Right off the bat I’m going to apologies for how long this is. I couldn’t keep it to just five episodes and I had a need to explain why these are my most rewatchable episodes.

1) Forgiveness and Stuff (1x10) I’m such a sucker for Luke being there for his girls. The way he gives Taylor, the guy he’s thrown a frying pan at because he’s annoying and he hates him, the keys to his establishment just shows how much he cares and knew Lorelai needed him. It makes me happy. Plus it’s where we get the classic blue hat. Lorelai saying Luke always looks good and Luke saying “I can’t imagine anyone seeing you as a disappointment.” Such cute moments in this episode.

2) Dead Uncles & Vegetables (2x17) Just as I love Luke being there for his girls, I equally love when Lorelai and Rory are there for him. Luke and Lorelai are a cute married couple in this episode (and pretty much all episodes really) and you can’t convince me otherwise. Also, don’t we all just love the way Rory makes Jess help out. It’s so funny seeing him just let her and we all know he’s loving it.

3) A Deep-Fried Korean Thanksgiving (3x09) If you don’t join in when everyone is chanting ‘Jackson,’ then you haven’t been watching this episode right. I love getting to watch the girls go through their Thanksgiving traditions, especially Lorelai and Luke’s. The Lane and Dave moments are cute! The girls eating with Luke and Jess is adorable and they all look like a cute happy family. I adore the fact that Lorelai takes food from Luke’s plate. I’m telling you these people have been married since day one. Plus it’s Jess and Rory’s first Thanksgiving together as a couple and ain’t that cute! I love drunk Sookie! She’s funny and I can’t help but say her lines with her.

4) A Tale of Poes and Fire (3x17) It’s super fun seeing Michel interacting with Miss Patty and Babette. Lorelai screaming ‘Stella’ for Luke to come to the window is always fun to watch. But the best part is Lorelai telling Luke about her dream and how they smile while discussing it. Lorelai not being about to tell Luke that they kissed in her dream because it hits too close to home brings out the feels. Oh and Rory’s going to Yale!

5) The Fundamental Things Apply (4x05) Luke and Lorelai’s first movie night. I love how Lorelai teases Luke about not having watched many movies and not knowing what the FBI warning is. It’s so fun to watch. I love how comfortable they both look while they sit and watch Casablanca. Luke helping Rory out with her awkward date is cute, and a little Dad moment which fuels my ‘Luke has always been a father figure to Rory’ feels. The best moment is when Luke is sleeping on their couch and Rory says, ‘He looks comfy there, doesn’t he?’ and Lorelai looks like she doesn’t want to think about how comfy Luke looks because she doesn’t want to admit how much she likes seeing him there. And I’m definitely reading way too into that look but it makes me happy so it counts.

6) The Incredible Sinking Lorelais (4x14) The proud and happy smile on Lorelai’s face when she’s looking at the gum wrapper with the Dragonfly’s first reservation makes it worth watching this episode. She’s adorable and I’m so proud of her. Lorelai wearing her Bon Jovi hat and Luke commenting on it is fun. The best part about this episode has to be, as Lorelai puts it ‘the meltdown in the park’ moment. Lauren Graham is so good at emotional scenes (and pretty much everything this woman does) that it always hits me when Lorelai is breaking down. Of course I love the fact Luke instantly knows something is wrong when he sees her and he’s there to comfort and support her.

7) Let Me Hear Your Balalaikas Ringing Out (6x8) Lorelai jonesing for her colours is super fun and cute. Colin and Finn are funny when they’re drunk. ‘I’ve forgotten how to get into a car,’ always cracks me up. Then he appears. The man of the hour. Yes, Jess Mariano. It’s nice to have Jess back for this episode. I alway forget how much I love his interactions with Rory until I watch them again. I’m super proud of all he’s done and seeing him come back, showing his book to Rory and telling her that he couldn’t have done it without her is such a beautiful moment. Probable one of my favorite between the two. And of course seeing Jess questioning Rory and being able to wake her up and make her realise that she’s not acting like herself is the best. All that said, the part which I just love is when Paul Anka gets sick and Lorelai is in Rory’s room watching him sleep. Once again Lauren is just incredible and makes my heart hurt at hearing Lorelai say she's a bad mother. Luke being there to comfort her is an added bonus, especially the way he touches her hair to comfort her.

8) Santa’s Secret Stuff (7x11) I know what you’re thinking, how is a season 7 episode where Lorelai and Chris are still together on my most rewatchable list? Well let me tell you why. I love getting to hear about Lorelai and Rory’s Christmas traditions, such as how they put green and red M&M’s in their cereals on Christmas day (which I did last year and let me tell you it be yummy) and getting to see the girls go through those traditions is nice. Gigi isn’t my favorite character (honestly have no opinion on the kid) but she’s adorable when she copies Lorelai as she says ‘The redcoats are coming.’ The fact Lorelai doesn’t think twice about helping Luke with the character reference warms my heart to no end and is just super cute. Talking about cute, Luke and April! These cuties! Always love any Papa Luke moment. Luke being a Dad is so cute to watch and I love April (just hate what the writers did with her storyline in season 6 but that’s a rant for another day). Love that she’s 60% atheist and 40% agnostic. This girl is so quirky and I’m so here for it. What makes this episode one of my most rewatchable episodes is that scene between the girls and Luke and April when they’re all out shopping. This scene is amazing because it shows how much Luke cares for Rory. He’s always cared about her and throughout the years has always given her gifts for her birthday and holidays and maybe they weren’t the best gifts, but the love is what counts especially since Luke finds going out to buy presents such a daunting task. It just makes me happy seeing how much Rory means to him. What makes me love this scene is the smile and just the look on Lorelai’s face. If that look doesn’t show how much she loves and admires Luke then I clearly need new glass. (side note: I actually do need new glasses but that’s besides the point lol)

9) I’d Rather Be In Philadelphia (7x13) This episode just really shows how great Luke is. The fact the moment he finds out about Richard being at the hospital he just had to go and see if everyone is okay, to see if Lorelai is okay is next level cute and just reminds me why Luke is always going to be the better man. Yes, he has issues and has dealt with somethings in ways that I just want to punch him so hard his hat starts spinning like Daffy Duck's beak, but he’s always there for his girls even when he’s not with Lorelai which just further shows how much he cares and is generally such a great guy. I love that Luke let’s Emily give him chores to do and that it kinda feels like he’s part of the family because he’s helping out, but then I remember he’s not and that hurts. I love that he comes back with food and a fish bag. He’s a cutie. Love that Lorelai is happy to see him. Logan is there for Rory which is nice to see. It’s interesting to see how everyone deals with Richard being in the hospital this time around compared to in Season 1, mostly Emily. All her moments especially when she has a little breakdown in front of Lorelai, and then her talk with Richard hurts to watch but in a really good way.

10) It’s Just Like Riding a Bike (7x19) Lorelai’s dress at the start of this episode is the only reason I rewatch this episode endlessly. Ah well that and some other things too, I guess but mostly the dress. When Lorelai calls Sookie, that whole scene I personally feel like it presents a parent having to deal with sick children so well. Sookie’s place being a mess, her sniffing what I’m hoping is milk from the kid’s bottle and using it for her coffee, and also picking a lollipop from the tablecloth is really how life looks like for a parent just in general, let alone when their kids are sick. So it’s refreshing seeing this being presented in a realistic way. Luke and Lorelai car shopping is awkward but I love every moment of it, especially when Luke starts ranting and then they starts bickering. The smile on Lorelai’s face. Lord take the wheel because my heart can’t deal with the cuteness. The smile screams ‘I have him back’ to me and I love how happy she is about that. Luke doing everything in his power to make Lorelai be able to have her old car is just sweet, and have I forgotten to mention that this guy is just the best? I love it.

Okay, I’m finally done and the fact you’ve gotten to the end of this is amazing. It was hard to narrow it down to just these because there are a lot of episodes I love and rewatch often, like a bunch from season 4 and 5 but these just happen to be the ones I go to when wanting to rewatch an episode. It really only occured to me once I was done that I have no season 5 episodes on this list and more season 7 ones which I’m not even sure why that’s the case but it is. They Shoot Gilmores and The Lorelais' First Day at Yale is definitely episodes I watch often, especially because they both have cute moments: ‘Another kid might be nice’ and 'Rory says thanks for everything, too,’ are some. Thanks again for the ask, It was a fun distraction. 💕

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wouldpollyapprove · 4 years ago

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Promises, Promises

Request: 11 and 13 angst with Tommy? 🥺❤️

Requested by @jenepleurepasbaby

Thomas Shelby x Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: language, angst, not edited

A/N: I’m kinda happy with how this turned out. Like always, I rushed the ending because I got bored. But I think it’s still pretty good. So, when reading this you guys may be confused by the “workhouse howl”. It’s a term related to the workhouse that poor families worked at throughout England. I don’t know too much about it, but it was referenced in Call the Midwife and when I watched the scene it was in I wanted to cry because everything surrounding that is super sad. I also might do a fic that has more to do with the workhouses, I’ll just have to do a little more research first.

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The deal they had made upon getting married was that work wasn’t to come home. As soon as either of them stepped foot in the house, all business, all work-related talk, was to be dropped. Shelby Company Limited, the Peaky Blinders, neither of them had a place in their house. Tommy had agreed to deal for one reason and one reason only; as Y/n didn’t work for him, it kept her out of the business and danger. It was the perfect safety net. Perfect until it wasn’t.

“Where’s Tommy?” Y/n asked Esme as she walked through the empty betting shop in search of her husband. Taking her hat off, she set it on the table and took a seat in front of her sister-in-law.

“He’s not here.” Her curt answer caused the woman across from her to frown.

A sigh escaped her lips as Y/n leaned back in her chair. She had walked all the way from her mother’s house, feet sore from the shoes that were only meant show, for nothing. “Do you know where he is?”

Esme quickly glanced up at her, “No.” When asked where her own husband was, she said, “With Tommy.”

Y/n shook her head, loose curls bouncing with the action. She knew better than to trust a word Esme said. John told her everything, if he was with Tommy, she would know where the two were. “Alright, then,” she drawled and got to her feet. Leaving the woman behind her, she entered the kitchen to find Finn sitting at the table. It was a surprise to see him away from his brothers that he admired so much, but a welcome one. “What are you doing here?”

The boy looked up from the deck of cards in front of him, a smile appeared on his face upon seeing the woman who had become much like a mother to him. “Playing cards.”

She nodded and pulled out the chair next to him. Taking a seat, she asked, “Why aren’t you with your brothers?”

Taking a card out of the deck, Finn flipped it over. the woman beside him had no clue what card he was looking for, but the one that was pulled out clearly wasn’t the one when his lips turned down in a frown. “Tommy said he doesn’t need a kid fucking up his meeting,” he mumbled, either upset at his brother’s words or the card that he couldn’t find.

“Finn! Watch your tongue,” Y/n scolded before she wrapped an arm around his shoulder and pulled him close to her. “He’s just trying to protect you, okay?” What she wanted to say was, ‘You don’t fuck things up, you’re brother does,’ but she held her tongue. No one needed to know how much the man had been pissing her off lately but her. “Where is he anyway?”

“At your house.”

Y/n raised a brow, trying to put the puzzle together. How could he be at their house if he was in a meeting? “Where’s the meeting at?”

Going back to his game, Finn couldn’t see the dangerous mixture of anger and fear in his sister-in-law’s eyes when he answered. “Your house.”

“You have fun, okay?” Y/n ruffled his hair, earning a groan from him as she pushed herself up and was out the door before he could even respond.

How dare he!

Y/n wouldn’t have been angry, she probably wouldn’t have given it a second thought if it weren’t for the fact that she knew her husband kept everything from her. What started out as a simple agreement to leave work at the office had turned into something much more. Y/n was kept in the dark about everything. Every little thing. She didn’t work for the company, so when secrets were shared between his family, she thought nothing of it. If she were meant to know, then she would know, right? Wrong.

She was to know nothing.

The first clue was when her questions would go unanswered. Polly was the best at dodging her questions. The woman was a master at weaving a sentence that made Y/n feel as though her question had been answered. Any word that came off her tongue was done so with confidence and kindness, how could anyone believe it to be a lie? John and Arthur always played dumb when she asked them anything. To Y/n, it made sense. There were many things that Tommy even kept from his family, so it was no surprise to his wife if his own brothers didn’t know what was going on. But then there was Esme. She was the worst about, not even bothering to concoct a decent lie. The gypsy didn’t care whether she was believed or not, she did what her husband and her boss told her to. If she was told to keep her mouth shut about business matters, it would be shut and she would do her best to make sure everyone knew they would never get an answer out of her. Her replies were the opposite of Polly’s in that way. They were curd and short. Esme didn’t care if Y/n believed her, it wasn’t her job to make that happen.

The only one that hadn’t gotten the memo not to say a word to Y/n, was Finn. Not like he would have listened anyway.

Knowing her husband had deliberately kept things from her stung. And knowing that, it wouldn’t surprise her if this kept his family from fully trusting her. God, it was like adding salt to the wound once the thought crossed her mind. They probably wondered why he would marry her if she couldn’t be trusted with simple matters of business.

Y/n couldn’t pick an emotion as she walked the streets of Small Heath. Rage bubbled inside, encasing her heart, feeling as she had been betrayed. Pelting her like rain, sadness landed on her exposed skin, quickly being absorbed and running through her blood street. Fire and ice, what she felt was burning and cold. A heartache that she never could have predicted.

The people on the street must have seen the conflict inside her as they gazed at her with pity and sorrow. None of them wanted to feel the pain the young woman was experiencing, that they knew. So, they parted like the Red Sea, allowing her a swift route to her front door. They dare do anything to cause any more grief. The people of the area knew too well what grief could do to the soul as everyone was familiar with the sound of the workhouse howl.

Arriving on her doorstep, Y/n forced herself to take a deep breath. Was she ready for what was behind the door?

No.

No, she wasn’t. She wasn’t ready to be hit by a brick wall. Wasn’t ready for every truth the family had ever told her to be brought under questioning. For every lie to be raised from the dead. Y/n wasn’t ready for the world she knew to fall apart like a crumbling building.

Instead of reaching for the handle, instead of opening the door and facing her problems head-on, Y/n did the only thing she could think of. She ran. Her mother would scold her for such a thing, abandoning her problems on the doorstep, but it had to be done. She wasn’t in the proper headspace to deal with what Tommy had done.

People weren’t fast to move as the young woman weaved between them. She was left to dodge women and their small children, carts being pulled by men that had seen better day, children that smiled at her behavior. Step after step, stride after stride, Y/n let her feet carry her to the part of the city that had been left to decay. Small, broken, wooden factories that were left to the past once the brick ones over towered them. They knew her pain, whether anyone would believe it, they knew her pain. The abandoned buildings knew what it was like to be stabbed in the back by those they trusted. They knew what it was like to watch the world go on without them and no one bat an eye that they had been left behind.

Y/n slowed her pace as she neared the canal that ran near a few of the buildings. Standing on the edge, she closed her eyes and screamed. It was blood-curdling and matched her sorrow. The screams echoed down the empty street. She screamed and screamed, knowing that no one would come rushing to her aide, until she could scream no more.

Voice hoarse, she collapsed against the cement belong, the skirt of her dress falling around her legs. Tears finally escaped, racing down her cheek like a river after a heavy storm. She didn’t bother to wipe them away, letting them fall against the material of her skirt. Y/n didn’t have it in herself to care, not with what she’d have to deal with once she returned home.

“Why does he do this?” she muttered between the sobs. “Why?”

Oh, yes, why did Thomas Shelby always find ways to fuck things up? It was a mystery to everyone, even his own wife. Y/n wanted to believe he trusted her, she wanted to believe that his family trusted her, accepted her, but that couldn’t be done with the hole that had been dug for her. What could bring her to the same level as everyone else? What could keep them from burying her alive? Y/n didn’t know, the answers had been taken from her by the one person she trusted the most.

“I’ve do-done nothing!” She fell onto her back, the cloudy sky above greeting her. “Nothing…”

She stayed like that for what must have been hours. Letting her heartbeat slow to normal and her tears dry up. Letting the burning, the fire inside her become nothing but warm embers. When she felt calm, when the sun was starting to sink below the relics of around her, Y/n got to her feet. Brushing off the dirt, she slowly made her way back home, her legs screaming at her for what she had made them do.

It was almost dark when Y/n opened the door to the house she shared with the last person she wanted to see. Before shutting the door, words traveled down the hall, catching her ear. They couldn’t be made out, but it was clear Tommy wasn’t alone. When the door hit the frame, there was silence.

“Y/n?” Tommy questioned, stepping out of the kitchen to see her figure in the shadows of the unlit hallway. There was no answer as his wife walked past him, not even a glance his way, as she headed to the parlor. “Where have you been?” he asked, voice laced with worry. “No one has seen you in hours.”

The words fell on deaf ears. With her back to him, Y/n opened the liquor cabinet and, bypassing the whiskey, pulled out a bottle of vodka. Her husband’s choice of drink wouldn’t be strong enough to numb everything. Grabbing a glass, she filled it almost to the rim. Arthur, John, and Polly appeared in the doorway behind Tommy just in time to witness the polish remover to be downed in a few seconds. Y/n set it back down forcefully, the sound of glass against wood left her unfazed. She didn’t care if the delicate glass were to break. Hell, she wanted to throw it and the bottle against the wall, watch it shatter.

“Y/n,” he said gently as he approached her much like he would a wild horse. “What happened?”

“Nothing,” she answered, pouring herself another glass. A hand grasped the bottle, stopping the clear liquid from filling her glass. Y/n did nothing as the lid was put on the bottle and moved from her reach.

“Why are you lying?”

A harsh laugh escaped her lips. “Why am I lying?” Y/n violently turned towards him, wondering why a liar would ask such a question. “I should be the one asking that question! Asking why you all are lying to me, keeping things from my, and doing business in my own home without my knowledge!” she screamed at all the people in the room.

Tommy sighed as Y/n stormed past him, heading for the refuge of their room. “Is that why you didn’t come home?” he asked, angry that she would worry him over this.

“Yes,” she spat as Arthur and John moved for her. “I was going to go back home, but then I remembered that you live here too!”

Silence once again filled the house, Y/n ascending the stairs, while her family, in shock, past glances around the room. Polly was the first to speak up, disgust evident when she looked at her nephew. “Now, look what you’ve done,” she hissed, moving to stand by the fireplace. “I warned you that she would be hurt by this, but you never listen.”

Tommy gave no reaction, instead focusing his eyes on the vodka he’d placed in front of him. He didn’t need the harsh words of his aunt’s to make him regret his decisions. He knew good and well that he’d gone too far, he always went too far.

All the man wanted was to keep the woman he loved out of danger. That was easier to be done if she were kept out of the spotlight. If she weren’t present at meetings, working in the betting shop, or accompanying her husband to different business arrangements, there was little chance that she would be caught in the crossfire. But with that mindset, Tommy had done the one thing he knew dreamed of; he broke her heart and caused her to question his trust.

No one in the room needed to tell him that he may never mend what was broken, he wasn’t foolish enough to believe there would be no consequences for his actions.

Y/n was spread out on the bed, staring at the textured ceiling, when the door creaked open, exposing her husband. Tommy made sure his steps were soft, he’d waited for her to calm down, not wanting to cause a raging fight where words would be said that couldn’t be taken back. “I’m sorry.” From where he stood, he could see Y/n roll her eyes. It hurt that she didn’t believe him when he wasn’t one to throw around apologies. Sighing, Tommy made his way to the bed, the mattress sinking against his weight as he sat beside her. “I am sorry that I’ve hurt you, love. I never intended to do that.”

Feeling his gaze, Y/n tried to keep her tears at bay as she said, “Then why’d you do it?”

“I wanted to… I wanted to protect you,” Tommy admitted, a hand grazing over the one that laid beside him. It was taken as a sign of progress when Y/n didn’t move her hand out of his reach.

She scoffed, “And that meant living in a house full of lies? All I asked was for the workday to end once you come home.”

“I know, I know.”

There was silence as Y/n pushed herself into a sitting position. Finally meeting his eyes, Y/n could see the regret that contoured his features and the sadness that pooled in his eyes. A hand went to cup his cheek, the man melting against her touch. “This will not continue, do you understand me? We will be equals in knowledge.” He nodded as her fingers rubbed circles on along his skin. “I don’t want to be apart of the business, but I don’t want you to hide it from me.”

Lips turning up in a smile, Tommy wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his forehead against her’s. “Are those all your demands?” he teased, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. When she nodded, he continued, “Then you will get all that you ask for and more.”

“I’m still mad at you even with these promises,” Y/n admitted, “And you break them, you will have to find yourself a new home and a new wife.”

Tommy simply nodded, he knew there would be consequences and he fully accepted them. He had cut a deep wound and it would take time for it heal. If Y/n didn’t wish to see him or be near him, let him touch or speak to her, he would understand that. Any punishment given would be understandable.

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thirstyforcharacters · 4 years ago

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3. Breaking the Ice

Part 3 of 4 of the Winter Storm Warning Series

Summary: After the resounding defeat of your foes at the ruins of the Hoth base, you and Poe realize that with the snowstorm raging outside, you're trapped inside the base. You're not looking forward to what comes after, but maybe it won't be as bad as you thought it would be.

Notes: And now comes the fluff! If you haven’t caught them: Chapter 1 is here, Chapter 2 is here, and Chapter 4 is here! There's only one more chapter left, and more than likely, there's gonna be smut (which I know is what the people really want; there’s been practically no one that’s read this so far, but I’m hoping that changes once the smut gets posted). Anyway, thank you so much for reading, and I hope you like this one! (use of she/her pronouns in future chapters, no y/n)

Warnings: the “there was only one bed” trope, but that’s it lol

WC: 1.9k

Because of your injury (and his guilty conscience, you believed), Poe decided he would scope out the base for a decent place to shack up for the night. A lot of the base was still collapsed in on itself, so there was a possibility that there were no bedrooms or refreshers for the two of you to use. In the meantime, you were attempting to get back in contact with the general to tell her that you were stuck. Unfortunately for you, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t get a signal to go through. If only the rebel base was a little bit closer. You huffed, frustrated, but you kept going; it was the only thing you could do to be helpful right now since Poe refused to let you do anything else. It was just a broken nose, so you could walk around, but he said that he didn’t want there to be a chance that you would aggravate your injury. It kind of pissed you off that he wasn’t letting you do anything, but on the same token, you understood that it was just a desire to help you.

After yet another unsuccessful attempt, Poe returned.

Upon seeing your frustrated expression, he asked, “No luck?”

“No,” you grumbled, “the storm is too strong, I can’t get anything to go through. You have any good news?”

“A mixture of good and bad. Good news is I found somewhere we can sleep,” his expression then grew sheepish, “the bad news is, uh...”

You quirked up your eyebrow, “What?”

“There’s uh, there’s only one room that’s not collapsed. And, there’s only one bed.”

“Oh.”

You didn’t quite know what to do. You definitely didn’t want to sleep with Poe, but the bed was really the only comfortable option. You back already hurt just from sleeping against the wall for that short burst of time. But you knew that that would probably be the better option.

“You can have it. The wall is shockingly comfortable,” you joked.

“Absolutely not. It’s yours,” he rebutted.

“I’m already sitting here anyway. I’m chill with staying here,” you said, snickering slightly.

He rolled his eyes, “That was a terrible pun. But in all seriousness, you’re taking the room.”

“Nope.”

“You are. One, you’re injured. Two, it’s my fault we’re here in the first place. It’s only fair.”

“Why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?”

The question seemed to throw him off guard, “Don’t you want me to be nice to you? I can go back to being a dick, if that’s what you prefer.”

“No, I definitely prefer you this way. I just want to know why. Especially because it was so sudden.”

“I thought it would be obvious,” he replied, “you suffered because of me, so I’m making it up to you.”

“And even after you’ve made it up to me, will you continue to be nice to me? Or will you go back to having an unfounded superiority complex?” you asked.

He scratched his head sheepishly, “Well, I am a better pilot than you. But yeah, I’ll play nice as long as you do.”

You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling, “Clearly, I’m the better pilot, since I was able to land in the middle of a snowstorm. But I wouldn’t mind being friends. It’s better than what we have going on now.”

“The landing was really good,” he complimented, making your smile grow a little wider.

“So, friends?” you questioned, holding out your hand.

He grinned, taking your hand and shaking it, “Friends.”

When you let go of his hand, you said, “And as your friend, I will be forcing you to take the room.”

“Like hell you are,” he shot back, scooping you into his arms.

“Poe!” you shrieked, “what are you doing?! Put me down!”

“Giving you the bed, Admiral,” he teased, “you’re injured, you need to rest up.”

“It’s just my nose, Dameron. It’s not like I’m gonna die.”

“You’re still getting the bed,” he stubbornly replied.

You huffed and allowed him to carry you to the small room. He gently deposited you onto the bed and straightened back up with a triumphant grin on his face.

“Oh, stop,” you groaned, smacking him in the arm.

“Hey!” he exclaimed, rubbing the injured area, “I’m giving you a gift, and this is how you repay me?”

“Yup.”

Then, you realized that while you were talking, you could see your breath in front of your face. In the hustle and bustle of the day, you forgot just how cold it was in the base.

“It’s fucking freezing in here,” you muttered, “there’s gotta be some kind of heating system.”

“Oh,” Poe said, “that was the other bit of bad news. I did find the heater, but it’s trapped under heavy debris, too much for both of us to move together. It’s super broken. We’ll be stuck here with no heat.”

“In that case, I sure hope that we can find some blankets,” you replied.

“I’ll take a look around, but I can’t guarantee anything.”

“Okay. I’ll try to get in contact with the general again, just in case.”

“Good luck.”

Poe exited the room, leaving you alone. You got your holo back out and attempted to contact the base once more, but once again, there was no response. Then, it struck you. Rey and Finn were on a mission on the nearby moon of Jhas Krill. Maybe if you were able to contact them, you’d be able to get them to relay the message to General Organa! Despite the blizzard, you were hoping that since the distance to Jhas Krill wasn’t very far, you’d be able to get through to them. The only thing left to do was try. You contacted Rey, and were rewarded when both her and Finn’s figures appeared on the holo.

“Rey, Finn! Am I glad to see you! There’s a really bad blizzard on Hoth, and I can’t get in contact with the general. Are you able to tell her that we won’t be able to be back until the storm clears up, until at least tomorrow?”

“Hey, Admiral! Of course we can,” Rey replied with a smile.

“Yeah, they’ll be back tomorrow if they don’t kill each other first,” joked Finn.

You rolled your eyes, “Very funny, Finn. And we’ve decided to be friends now, so hopefully that won’t happen.”

Rey looked shocked, “Friends? You and Poe? I honestly never thought it would happen.”

“Me neither,” you responded, “but I guess being the reason that we got captured and that my nose is broken has Poe singing a different tune.”

You saw Finn lean over and whisper something to Rey, who looked at you and giggled.

“What?”

“Nothing!” they both exclaimed in sync.

Of course, you knew that there was something, but you decided not to question it.

“Whatever. Well, if you’re going to keep secrets from me, I might as well go.”

“We have to go anyway, we’re about to head home,” Finn replied, “good luck with everything. See you tomorrow!”

“See you guys!”

You hung up, grateful that at least Finn and Rey would be able to get through to the general. But what had they been whispering about? You shook your head. There was no use worrying about it since they were never going to tell you.

Poe strode back into the room then, carrying a single, thin blanket.

“This is all I could find. Sorry,” he told you.

You waved him off, “It’s fine. Better than nothing. I have good news, though.”

“You got through to the general?”

“Nope,” you said, “but I got through to Finn and Rey and they said they could relay the message.”

“Oh, good,” Poe replied, unfolding the blanket, “that at least takes care of that.”

“What are you doing?” you asked.

“Getting the blanket ready for you,” he stated, draping the blanket over you.

You threw the blanket off of you, “Absolutely not. You’re literally sleeping on the floor, you need it way more than I do.”

He picked the blanket up off of the ground and gently placed it back over your body, “I’ll be fine.”

“You’ll freeze!” you contested, trying to throw the blanket off of you again.

He sprinted away from the bedside and disappeared through the door, “Goodnight, Admiral!”

You rolled your eyes. Stubborn as a mule, he was. But at least you’d be semi-warm tonight. Poe would definitely regret that later.

An hour later, and you still couldn’t fall asleep. You tossed and turned, but couldn’t get comfortable or warm enough to fall into an easy slumber, so you ended up on your back, just staring at the ceiling. If you were faring like that, you couldn’t imagine how Poe was doing. You felt a little guilty not forcing him to take the blanket, but he escaped before you could give it back, so he kind of did it to himself.

Not any sooner than you thought that did the pilot stumble sleepily into your room. His lips were turning purple and his teeth were chattering like crazy.

“Oh, Poe, you’re freezing!” you exclaimed.

“A l-litt-ttle,” he stuttered, the cold making his teeth clink together like ice cubes.

“Come here, Poe,” you told him, gesturing to the bed.

His eyes widened slightly, ‘W-with y-you? A-are you ss-sure?”

“Yeah,” you replied, “I haven’t really slept either, it’s too damned cold. Maybe our combined body heat will help.”

He nodded and clambered over to you, not so gracefully removing his boots before laying down beside you. Since Poe was clearly freezing cold, you allowed him to snuggle into your side, and you gently wrapped one of your arms around him, holding him against you. His head flopped onto your shoulder, and you pulled the blanket up over the two of you with your free hand.

“Hopefully that’s better,” you murmured.

You felt him nod against your shoulder and he mumbled something that sounded like a “goodnight.” He closed his eyes and slowly, you felt his breathing even out until he was asleep. When you were sure he was, you glanced down at him. He was so close that you could see the grey hairs slowly starting to invade the brunet curls. A soft smile spread across your face. You had never seen him look so peaceful; usually the two of you only saw each other when you were stressed out of your minds.

Then again, you used to hate each other, so that might’ve been the reason behind that.

But he looked so… pretty.

You tried to shake that thought out of your head, but you couldn’t. Even when you strongly disliked hin, you had alway thought that he was handsome, but you were able to push it out of your head because of your disdain. Now, you couldn’t excuse your attraction away. You would never tell him that, of course. Since he hated you too, there was no way he thought you were good-looking.

You were finally able to break your train of thought when a big yawn fell from your lips. Maybe now you’d finally be able to go to sleep; you’d have a long day tomorrow full of hurtling through space, writing mission reports, and trudging through lots of snow. Your eyes fluttered shut, and if you fell asleep dreaming of the pilot beside you, well, at least no one would know.

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allaboardtheloonyexpress · 3 years ago

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I Rewrite “The Force Awakens”

BACKGROUND INFO:

It has been thirty years since the Battle of Endor. The NEW REPUBLIC rules most of the Galaxy. However, the Republic is spread thin fighting Imperial Holdout factions, which still control pockets of the Outer Rim and key worlds along hyperspace routes. Fortunately, none of these Holdouts are currently working together. The largest surviving holdout is the FIRST ORDER, which holds a large portion of the Southwest Galaxy. Worst of all, they are working on what looks like a Death Star, STARKILLER BASE. Because of this threat, the New Republic has sent a group of Special Forces, led by General LEIA ORGANA to take down the FIRST ORDER, led by the mysterious REGENT SNOKE. Rumors imply SNOKE is a powerful Force-User, as is his apprentice, REY. Unfortunately, LUKE SKYWALKER, the last JEDI KNIGHT is nowhere to be found. He disappeared seven years ago. The last person to see him was his apprentice and nephew, BEN SOLO, who has been looking for him ever since…

PLOT SUMMARY:

The movie opens largely the same. POE DAMERON is visiting JAKKU, a planet on the border between NEW REPUBLIC and FIRST ORDER space, meeting LOR SAN TEKKA, picking up a map to Luke’s whereabouts. Unfortunately, the meeting is interrupted by REY, who has arrived with a battalion of Stormtroopers, which includes FN-2187. You know the scene. POE DAMERON is taken captive, but not before he gives the map to BB-8, instructing him to “Find Ben. Get help.” The dialogue between REY and LOR SAN TEKKA lets us know this is her homeworld. She was abandoned here as a child before LUKE SKYWALKER found her and took her away. She leaves the village after ordering it destroyed, returning to her Star Destroyer.

There, she meets with her subordinates, ADMIRAL HUX, CAPTAIN PHASMA, and FN-2187. There, they go over the fact that they failed to get the map, but they suspect POE had a companion on JAKKU. The basics of the politics are explained: right now the REPUBLIC is stretched too thin to give the FIRST ORDER their full attention. However, the REPUBLIC is slowly taking out the other Imperial holdouts, and certain Senators are calling for a full-scale invasion of FIRST ORDER SPACE. The call to invade is particularly being made by the Senator from HOSNIAN PRIME. “HOSNIAN PRIME?” HUX asks. “That’s in the Core itself, practically next to Coruscant. The entire Republic fleet must stand between us and them.” His frown turns into a wicked grin, and he only says one word. “Perfect.” No further detail is given. The conversation turns to FN-2187, and why he’s here. Rey reveals her plan: POE DAMERON must escape with FN’s help. His ability to shield his mind from the Force will allow him to infiltrate the NEW REPUBLIC base under the nose of BEN SOLO. He will then let the NEW REPUBLIC know where to find LEIA so they can kill her, destroying their morale. More importantly, FN is to get his hands on the map to LUKE SKYWALKER.

FN does as he is told. He helps POE break out, notably avoiding shooting his fellow STORMTROOPERS. POE gives FN the new name of FINN. FINN is notably struck by this, in a “I’ve never had a name before” kind of way. However, their escape is detected, and the TIE squadrons shoot them down, and POE seems to die. FINN is left stranded in the JAKKU desert. However, he finds BB-8, who has been in the care of BEN SOLO, who we see on screen for the first time. We learn he has been trying to find a ship offworld, as POE had their ride. The scene then unfolds largely the same as before. FINN and BEN make their way offworld in the MILLENIUM FALCON. With neither being an experienced pilot, they get lost, sending the MILLENIUM FALCON quite a ways off course into the OUTER RIM, which is dominated by Pirates. Speaking of Pirates, a group of them capture our heroes, and declare their intention to sell the ship (and its crew) on the black market. They were, in fact, just about to sell some other stolen goods to some dealers that are arriving now… except these dealers start firing on the pirates. Meanwhile, the pirate ship is taken and boarded by the leader of these vigilantes… HAN SOLO, with the ever faithful CHEWBACCA at his side. We learn that HAN has dedicated himself to hunting down the pirates and slavers that prey on the innocent people of the OUTER RIM, since the NEW REPUBLIC won’t pay attention to this area. His vigilante crew includes PAIGE TICO, who led the shootout while HAN disabled the ship. (ROSE is also among them, but apart from a mention by PAIGE perhaps, we won’t see her.)

It is only then that HAN realizes that one of the people he has rescued is his own son, BEN. The two of them catch up on the FALCON, with FINN as their guest. We hear FINN’S cover story: he is a child soldier who didn’t like how expendable he was. We get a feeling he may be lying to himself. From their conversation, we learn the following: when BEN was four, he was sent to live with LUKE to train to be a Jedi. HAN was so angry at losing his son that he left LEIA, and admits that he still hasn’t forgiven her for separating them. For some years, BEN trained as a JEDI along with several other children, including, sadly, REY. For some reason, one day REY snapped, and killed her fellow students, with BEN being the only surviving student. (He was fourteen, by the way. REY was eighteen.) The only other survivor, LUKE, found BEN among the wreckage. He told BEN to go find his mother, while he would “do something I should have done years ago.” BEN obeyed, but never saw LUKE again. BEN says he is following LUKE’S trail to a lost JEDI TEMPLE. HAN expresses skepticism. If LUKE was doing anything useful, where is he now? HAN invites BEN to rest and recuperate with his old friend, MAZ KANATA.

Meanwhile, we go to STARKILLER BASE. It is a large base, similar to the DEATH STAR in all aspects, save one. Above the main laser, there is a strange metal ring. (It must be featured prominently in the shot.) REY arrives, accompanied by her underlings, and is met by COMMANDER PRYDE, a spymaster of the FIRST ORDER. The conversation establishes that the FIRST ORDER rose to prominence because they came across some mysterious weapons depots and Imperial credit stores that allowed them to quickly rebuild their forces. They have continued, in fact, to have more lucky finds like this. PRYDE’S job has been to determine if they have a mysterious benefactor, and what he wants. PRYDE’S travels have taken him “from Kamino to Moraband.” He admits he has found nothing, and asks if STARKILLER BASE is ready. HUX confirms it is, and says, “The GATE RING should function perfectly.” PRYDE leaves for BASTION, the FIRST ORDER capital, before letting REY know her master, REGENT SNOKE, is waiting for her.

We cut from that to TAKODANA, where we meet MAZ KANATA. BEN asks MAZ to contact LEIA to meet them there, and let her know POE is dead. Exploring, he discovers ANAKIN’S lightsaber, which triggers a flashback. He is a child, eating with his fellow students. REY walks in, clearly cut up and hurt. One student confronts her, asking where LUKE is. “LUKE is dead. Get out of my way or you’ll be too.” Scared, the students try to take her down, but she cuts through them like butter. Terrified, BEN is backed into a corner. She tries to persuade him to put down his sword, but he brings down the building on them both. Later, he is found by LUKE and R2-D2. The flashback ends with MAZ meeting him. She gives him the lightsaber, as she feels it is his birthright. Finally, FINN calls the FIRST ORDER, letting them know the Map, BEN SOLO and LEIA are all about to be on the same planet.

Sorry to cut away from all that, but we finally get to see REGENT SNOKE! He's not CGI this time, unless we want to make him an already established alien species. (He can still be played by Andy Serkis.) He asks about REY'S progress in hunting down LUKE, and says she may not be ready to face her old Master. REY disagrees, and sets off to TAKODANA. Meanwhile, HUX is given the order to demonstrate the new power of the FIRST ORDER. He calls up the SENATE in a standard, "supervillain addresses the masses scene". (Hux's actor should chew the scenery like bubble gum.) We now find out what makes STARKILLER BASE special: the "gate ring" lets them fire their laser at any point in the galaxy without moving! HUX demonstrates this by destroying HOSNIAN PRIME, which sends the SENATE into a panic!

We cut to TAKODANA, where BEN falls down, overcome by the destruction he just sensed in the Force. The destruction of HOSNIAN PRIME is announced over the HoloNet. HAN lets us know the situation is serious, as he says something to the effect of, “HOSNIAN PRIME? The FIRST ORDER is too far away. Wait? They can do WHAT???” But ain’t nobody got time for that! The FIRST ORDER is attacking! FINN comes out to be picked up, but instead he is attacked by TR-8R! He tries to tell him he’s a double agent, but TR-8R doesn’t listen, and FINN is forced to kill him in self-defense. FINN is captured by stormtroopers, and only not killed because CAPTAIN PHASMA arrives, saying “Excellent work, FN-2187!” As FINN notes, she should have told the other Stormtroopers not to attack him, as he just killed one of his friends for nothing. PHASMA basically shrugs and says, “Hey, had to keep it secret.” FINN is clearly shocked and quite angry, but they’re off!

While all this is going on, HAN tells BEN to get out with BB-8. BEN naturally objects, but HAN says, “No matter what, they can’t know where LUKE is.” BEN proceeds to run, before being confronted by REY. BB-8 runs off while BEN faces REY. BEN futilely tries to drive her off with his blaster, which does not work, and REY’S facial expression seems to say, “Really? When has that ever worked?” She advances on him, and while he fumbles with his lightsaber, she knocks him out with the Force. She leaves carrying him with the Force, telling the FIRST ORDER to leave.

Just as they’re doing so, the NEW REPUBLIC force arrives, led by LEIA and POE DAMERON! (Who, as it turns out, is not dead.) However, the only person there to meet them is HAN, who is not happy to see LEIA. Their conversation tells us about BEN’S childhood. He has had trouble controlling his Force Powers, particularly when sleeping. When he was four, his power nearly destroyed their house. LEIA naturally decided she and HAN weren’t safe around him, and gave him to LUKE for training as a JEDI. HAN never forgave her for that, and left. She brings HAN and his crew back to the NEW REPUBLIC hideout to discuss plans to take down STARKILLER BASE. The idea is right now, several REPUBLIC worlds are in panic that they could be next, calling for immediate surrender. Taking out STARKILLER will let the REPUBLIC take out the FIRST ORDER. HAN points out that BEN is on STARKILLER BASE, and he might die if they blow up the base. LEIA agrees, but she can’t call off the attack. If another world suffers the fate of HOSNIAN PRIME or ALDERAAN, she would be responsible for millions of deaths, compared to just one. She tells HAN to try to save BEN, as it will take some time for her to get her fleet of X-WINGS and Y-WINGS ready. She also tells him to take out the shield generator for the base.

Speaking of BEN, we cut to him, strapped to a table, with REY sitting beside him. As REY explained, he has been shot up with a bunch of sedatives that are only beginning to wear off. Their conversation is surprisingly cordial, at least on her end. She expresses her surprise that he’s not with LUKE, as they were very close at the Academy. She reads his mind to find out LUKE’S location, but he is able to reverse the stream, and gets a look in her mind. He sees something that terrifies him. She simply says, “Well, now you know,” and leaves to report to SNOKE. She leaves behind a group of Stormtroopers, ordering them not to let BEN leave until she sends for him. HAN and CHEWIE land on STARKILLER in the FALCON. After this, FINN arrives alone, claiming he is here to take BEN to REY. The commanding officer is skeptical, as FINN is one soldier. He calls in to clear the transfer, before FINN shoots the other Stormtroopers. There is a call in, which FINN fumbles before shooting the intercom. He proceeds to let BEN out of his bindings, and BEN proceeds to strangle him. (As you do…) FINN only talks BEN out of killing him by pointing out BEN is in no fit state to fly. They make their way to the hangar, where they find the FALCON. Realizing HAN is likely there, BEN calls him on the comlink. They get back in touch, with HAN telling BEN to stay put while he takes out the shields. FINN interjects, saying he knows how to turn off the shields more subtly. HAN tells them to go do it while he sets up explosives on the base. (The idea is that they will distract the FIRST ORDER while POE attacks.) FINN and BEN proceed to press-gang PHASMA into turning off the shield, before leaving her in the trash compactor. Unfortunately, HAN is captured by some STORMTROOPERS, who take him to REY.

REY is very happy with this, as she is furious BEN has escaped. She makes an announcement over the intercom, saying, “BEN, I have your father. If you want to see him alive again, come to the main antechamber in one hour.” She proceeds to pour out a drink for herself and Han. She is somewhat starstruck by HAN SOLO, saying he is legendary, and LUKE mentioned him a lot. She openly speculates what she’ll do to LUKE when she meets him. She says SNOKE expects her to kill him, but she wants to thank him. After all, if not for, she would have stayed on JAKKU forever. SNOKE would not have found her, and she certainly would have never found out about her father. HAN asks her what the hell she’s talking about. REY notes that for years, no one has asked why SNOKE refers to himself as “REGENT” SNOKE. As she points out, a regent has one job: rule until the prince, or in her case, the princess, is ready to rule. REY, as she claims, is the daughter of none other than EMPEROR PALPATINE himself. HAN is skeptical. PALPATINE never had a family. Moreover, he died thirty years ago, and REY is still in her twenties. REY then clarifies; PALPATINE never wanted children, but his court kept a sample of his DNA preserved just in case. Some time after his death, this DNA was used to create a child. In order to protect her from the NEW REPUBLIC, she was hidden on a backwater world until she could be brought to safety. Unfortunately, the scientists were arrested for war crimes, and by the time SNOKE found out about her, he didn’t know where she was. HAN is skeptical, which annoys REY significantly. But now it’s time to meet BEN.

They meet in the antechamber, with HAN surrounded by stormtroopers. There, REY delivers her ultimatum: if BEN surrenders himself to her, HAN will go free. There is a prisoner exchange, and as they pass each other, HAN simply says, “I’m sorry.” He grabs BEN’S blaster, and begins firing wildly at the Stormtroopers. As he calculated, the Stormtroopers start firing back, and one shoots him in the chest. BEN lets out a massive scream, which begins to tear the room apart in a display of raw Force Power. HAN’S last words are just, “Get out of here.” FINN takes the hint, and tears BEN away, just as POE begins his attack on STARKILLER BASE, accompanied by HAN’S gang, including PAIGE TICO. Unfortunately, they are not able to destroy the base, but they are able to destroy the gate ring, meaning that, until it is repaired, STARKILLER will not be able to fire from far away. POE, under LEIA’S orders, orders a retreat.

While this is happening, REY confronts BEN and FINN. First FINN tries to fight her off, but not successfully. It is not until BEN gets ANAKIN’S lightsaber out that this becomes a real fight. Even then, it is clear REY has the upper hand, and she is only not killing BEN because she wants him alive. Nonetheless, BEN manages to land a lucky cut, temporarily stopping REY. After this, a stray bomb landing on the base separates them, and FINN and BEN manage to make it to the FALCON. They take the FALCON back to LEIA. There, LEIA tells BEN to go find LUKE, and get his help. Meanwhile, she and POE will make their way back to REPUBLIC space. She will let them know the FIRST ORDER is vulnerable, but only if they attack quickly. She has to abandon the base, as the FIRST ORDER will almost certainly follow them in order to silence her. The movie closes with BEN landing on AHCH-TO, finding a hooded LUKE, and handing him his lightsaber. The two men look each other in the eyes after years of being apart, and the credits roll.

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mistersshelby · 5 years ago

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Hello! I thought i’d request something! the reader is a sketch artist (and tommy’s secret gf). she takes an affinity of sketching the peaky blinders doing different things, without tommy knowing. She delivers these sketches once a month to the pub without anyone seeing her. These sketches worry Thomas, and he thinks they are a threat from another gang. he sets out a hunt for the artist. Arthur finds the reader and tortures her without tommys permission and when tommy finds out he feels so bad

thank you for your request!! I’m sorry it took so long, but I really enjoyed writing this one so I hope you like it!!

You always sketched Tommy, usually from mental images you’d conjure up in the middle of the night when you missed him. Then, when Tommy started talking about missions he and his men would do, you’d imagine them in your head and then draw them out.

Too embarrassed about them, you never showed Tommy. But as time went on and the sketches piled up, you thought they might be a sweet little secret gift to start dropping off at the shop, sort of like a secret admirer. So once a month, before the Garrison opened, you’d slip the sketches under the door and be on your way.

But a couple months passed and Tommy never mentioned them. You still dropped them off.

***

“Why can’t we tell everyone about our relationship?” You asked one day in bed, Tommy running his fingers lightly over your shoulder.

He reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, “Why do you ask questions that you know the answer to?”

You pouted, “I asked you first.”

He smirks and his fingers follow the curve of your cheek down until he cups your chin, “Because the thought of you being used against me or you being hurt because of me makes me want to rip out my own heart.” You pretend not to notice the way his voice wavers with emotion, you know the nightmares he’s had about you being taken and tortured by someone who found out Tommy’s weakness.

You move closer to him until your noses touch, “I love you.” You say softly.

He gently presses his lips to yours, “I love you.” He repeats into your mouth.

So you let it go. And months later, Tommy’s greatest fear comes to fruition.

***

There were papers on the floor again, the bartender had reported and handed them off to Tommy. He flipped through them like he had the last time. Sketch after sketch of their inner dealings and meetings at the Garrison. Someone was watching them and it was making him paranoid.

“Someone’s watching us.” He announced at the next family meeting and tossed the sketches across the table. “These have been dropped at the Garrison, slipped under the door before opening four times now.”

Ada picked one up, “Some of these are from family meetings in the shop though, how is that possible?”

“Dunno,” Tommy said as he lit a cigarette, “Feels like a threat to me, though.”

“It’s an odd threat.” Pol said, her eyebrows knitted together, “Whatever happened to good old fashioned hand-delivered bullets?”

“What d’you think this means, Tom?” Arthur put down a sketch, “Who d’you think it is?”

Tommy shook his head and sighed, exasperated, “Dunno, I’ve been thinking about it for weeks now. The drawings aren’t signed. No indication at all who it is. I’m telling you all to just… Be on the lookout. If you see anything… Let me know. I’ll be in London this weekend for meetings, you all know how to contact me if anything happens. Be careful.”

And just like that, the meeting ended and Tommy headed to London, leaving you behind.

***

It was Saturday night and Tommy was in London. You liked to be near the Shelby family while he was away, even though they didn’t know you, being around them made you feel like Tommy was closeby. So you took your sketch pad and headed to the Garrison.

Pol and Ada weren’t here tonight and that disappointed you a bit, they were your favorite to sketch. You liked that Tommy had a lot of women on his team, that he valued their opinions. It was hard to find that in men. Instead, you sketched Arthur, John, and Finn, sitting at a table, laughing and drinking pint after pint. You wished for what felt like the millionth time that you could meet them. You wanted to be fully immersed in Tommy, including his family. He insisted you weren’t missing much, that you wouldn’t want to meet them anyway, but it never stopped thoughts of what it would be like to have tea with Ada and Polly and go shopping on Sundays and complain about the boys and their business.

Instead, you were stuck watching from afar. Intertwined but detached all at once. You noticed John and Arthur grew serious all of a sudden and then a few minutes later, they left the bar. You frowned, it must be some business thing, but it didn’t much matter because you didn’t have anyone to sketch anymore. It was getting late anyway, so you packed up your things and headed out of the bar.

You were only walking for a few seconds when someone pulled you into an empty alley, but you didn’t have time to scream as a hand came up to cover your mouth, “Now, we can make this easy and painless for you, or we can make it very, very hard.” You recognize Arthur’s voice immediately and confusion floods your brain, “Who are you working for and why the fuck do you keep watching us and leaving drawings at the pub, eh?”

You realized John was behind you, holding your arms, “I don’t have a weapon on me,” You said when Arthur removed his hand, “You can let me go.”

Arthur punched you in the stomach and the air knocked out of you, “That wasn’t what I asked.”

When you caught your breath again, tears stung the corners of your eyes, “The drawings are stupid, I-- I just like watching all of you. You’re the Shelbys, you’re like royalty in Birmingham, they’re just silly sketches--”

“Then why are their drawings of our private meetings? Our secret dealings?” John chimed in.

You closed your eyes and sighed, there was no way to explain this that they would believe, not even the truth. “You wouldn’t believe me. Please, I don’t have an affiliation with any gang, I work at the shop down the street, you can ask them—“

This time, Arthur punched you in the jaw, “You talk too much. C’mon John, let’s bring her to the shop.”

You went with them willingly, not wanting to cause a scene, but sniffling all the way. Of course they saw the drawings as a threat, how could you be so stupid? You hadn’t even told Tommy about them and you were sure now he had told the Shelbys to be on the lookout while he was away.

You whimpered a bit as John strapped you to a chair in a dark basement. You knew what this chair was for. Though Tommy had hoped and prayed this would never happen, he had prepared you for it nonetheless.

“If anyone ever takes you for information, I don’t care what it is, you give them everything.”

“What if the information could get you killed?”

“Love, I don’t care about that, I can figure out a way around it, but I’d never forgive myself if I lost you, you understand?”

You thought of this conversation as Arthur spread out a variety of tools, “I-I can tell you everything, but you have to promise me you’ll call Tommy and let me speak to him, it’ll prove everything.”

“What d’you know about Tommy?” John asked, clearly suspicious.

You swallowed, “I know of his nightmares, how when he can’t sleep the only thing he wants is some whiskey, I know he’s in London right now for a very important meeting about the whiskey you lot create, I—“

Arthur grabbed your hand, running a small knife under your smallest nail, “And how the fuck would you know about all this? Some shop girl from Birmingham?”

You swallowed, “Because he’s in love with me, and I with him.”

There was a moment of silence and then Arthur and John laughed aloud as Arthur jammed the knife under your nail and ripped it off, unsympathetic to your wails. When the pain dulled, you begged again, “Please, if I could just speak to him—“

“Who do you work for?

“I already told you,” You sobbed, “the shop down the street.”

Arthur took another nail. It went on like this for what felt like hours until you just flat out refused to speak to them, showed no reaction when Arthur’s knife came near you. Only then did they leave you alone, but not before spitting on you and calling you a “daft cunt.”

Only once you heard the door shut did you let yourself cry, praying Tommy came home soon. And then you sank into sleep.

***

“Found the drawer, Tommy.” Arthur said into the phone, “Think you should have a wack at her though, she won’t bloody tell us anythin’. Been torturin’ her for hours. Didn’t want to take her fingers, but I’m starting to think it’s the only way.”

Tommy loosed a breath, “Arthur, did I give you permission to kidnap and torture anyone?”

“Tommy, we found her drawing us at the Garrison on Saturday night. It’s her, we’re sure of it.”

“You’re sure? Would you bet your life on it? Why isn’t she talking, then?”

“I--I dunno.” There it was, the note of uncertainty in Arthur’s voice.

Tommy felt his anger rising, “You don’t torture anyone until I get back, you hear me? You don’t so much as look at anyone threateningly or I’ll kick your sorry arse, got it?”

“You sure Tommy? I can warm her up for you.”

“Arthur.” Tommy tried to rein in his anger, “Don’t. Touch. Her.” And then he hung up the phone. Before leaving, he dialed you, but you didn’t pick up. Something was definitely wrong, but Tommy was still too afraid to acknowledge it.

***

When the door clanged shut, your head shot up from where it had sat against your chest and your heart raced as you waited to see who would come down the stairs. When you saw Tommy you began to sob with relief, “Thomas, Tommy, please, please untie me.”

There was unchecked rage on Tommy’s face as he stepped into the light in front of you, “Arthur, John, get upstairs now.” And he began untying you.

“Tommy, she-- She’s the one who’s been doing all the drawings--” John started.

“I want to talk to her alone.” Tommy said, deadly quiet, “Get out of my sight.”

“Tom--” Arthur tried again.

“Why does nobody fuckin’ listen to me, eh? I said get out!” Spittle flew from his mouth as he turned back to his brothers and they finally had the good sense to back away and head back up the stairs. Only when the door shut did he turn back to you.

“Y/N, I-- I’m so sorry, I don’t understand how this happened.” He finished the last tie and let you fall into his arms, pulling you to his chest as your sobs wracked your small body.

“Tommy.” Was all you managed to say and you pulled him closely, ignoring the pain that ran through your fingers from Arthur.

“What did he do to you?” You could hear in his voice he was close to breaking.

“My nails.” You started, “He punched me a lot, think I might have a broken rib. Tommy, I’m sorry, I told him the truth.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” He said as he searched your skin, pulling his hands away when you flinched.

“I was too embarrassed to tell you about the sketches, that’s why I dropped them off like that, and I wanted your family to see them. Thought it would be a way for me to be connected to them, no matter how distant,” You started crying again then, “I didn’t think… I never stopped to think that you would see them as a threat.”

Tommy’s eyes were shiny as he looked down at you, how could he fix this? How could he fix what his own family had done to you? All because he insisted on keeping you a secret. “This is all my fault. Sweetheart, I’m so sorry I let this happen. I’m gonna tell them everything, alright? Promise. Let’s bring you upstairs, I’ll get you some tea.”

You smiled at him, and God, it broke him to see that smile now. After all that he had put you through, you could still smile at him. He didn’t deserve you. He never had. But you nodded, and he gently carried you up the stairs and to the couch while Arthur and John watched silently.

“Leave her alone.” Tommy said, his voice gravelly, and he walked by them to put on tea water. You had already fallen asleep by the time it was finished, so he put a blanket over you and set the mug on the table next to you.

Tommy called a family meeting while you were asleep and explained to everyone what had happened. Whenever anyone raised their voice, he was quiet them, reminding them that you were in the next room sleeping. And once everyone left, he sat in the chair next to you and did nothing but watch your chest rise and fall for hours.

Hoping, praying, that he hadn’t put you through too much. That you wouldn’t be cursed with nightmares the way he had. That you wouldn’t decide it was too much and leave.

So while he watched you sleep, he prayed. He wasn’t a religious man, but Tommy prayed to whoever was up there that you would stay and he would make this all up to you. One day, you would be his wife, and he would make it all up to you.

He swore it.

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multifandom-girlie · 4 years ago

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𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐀𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐫

Imagine: You have a secret admirer and your very shocked by who it is.

Pairings: Human!Enzo x Human!reader Human!Kol x Human!reader Human!Klaus x Human!Caroline Human!Hayleyx Human!Elijah Human!Rebekah x Matt Human!Stefan x Human!Elena

Warnings: implied smut, boner, Kol being jealous, perverts(it just came up ok, please no hate. It’s not as bad as it sounds.)

I’ve just got out of the shower and I’m starting to get ready for school. I read a text from the groupchat I have with my bestfriends Caroline, Rebekah, Bonnie, Elena and Hayley.

Hayles💕: Guys it’s Valentines day !

Carebear🐻: I know I can’t wait to see Klaus😁!

Lena💖: I can’t wait to see Stefan either !

BonBon🍬: Me and Jeremy haven’t sorted things out...so i’m not so excited this year girls.

Bekah💞: I am excited to see Matt but Y/N what about you ? This is the second year you’ve been single on Valentines xx

Hayles💕: Oh yeah. I didn’t mean to be insensitive Y/N❤.

It’s ok girlies😂i’m fine. Yes I may be single but that is Kol’s fault and he’s missing out on all this, plus how many cards do I get ?

Hayles💕: She’s right guys she does get the most guys hitting on her. Mikaelson boys are idiots Y/N, Kol is missing out.

Hayles your dating a Mikaelson boy or did you forget about Elijah😂?

Hayles💕:I forgot he was a Mikaelson he doesn’t act like one. Just Kol then cause Klaus isn’t that bad either, i’ve never met finn and Henrik is too young.

Carebear🐻: Klaus is dreamy😍.

Bekah💞: Finn’s married and doesn’t really contact any of us except my sister and my parents, and Care please don’t be like that in front of me please🙏.

Lena💖: Anyway moving on. Everyone dress in pink or red, cause I have a really cute outfit picked out look.

Okay nobody else show their outfit wait till we get to school.

I picked out my outfit. I then got in my car and drove to school. When I arrived I got stared at, this started happening since after I broke up with Kol. I have no idea why sometimes it was nice to feel noticed. I saw the girls and ran over to them, we looked hot there was no denying that.

We walked to first period and as usual we got handed all Valentines cards that were for us. What the school did is a week prior to Valentines day everyone puts cards in a big mailbox in the cafeteria for people as secret admirers and you get given them on Valentines day. Your not allowed to put them in the box on the day though, or actually you can but they will get thrown away because they empty the box the night before.

This year I got alot more than I was expecting. Usually I know who it is straight away. This year there’s Rebekah(bestfriend), Elijah(promised to always send me one, because ‘I always deserve one’.), Tyler(a fling), Damon(boy bestfriend, always sends me one), Matt(sends our whole girl group one each every year cause he’s sweet), Mr Williams(Mr pervert), the janitor(saw me naked in the changing room once, since then he’s trying to convince me to sleep with him), Stevan(sweet guy I kissed in middle school), Klaus(my first time, he’s always had a thing for me),Stefan(pity’s the fact i’m friends with Damon, also to be nice),Ollie(first boyfriend), Kai(my first kiss),Kol(yes we aren’t together anymore but we ended things on good-ish terms) and one extra and I have no clue who sent it which is off all is says is,

I have had my eye on you for a while, I can’t stop thinking about you gorgeous.

Your secret admirer xox

The first periods flew by as usual and we were having our break already. I was doing the usual rounds today at break. Giving Rebekah a hug, texting Elijah thankyou, telling Tyler I said thanks with a kiss on the cheek and a cheeky wink, doing a run and then hug with Damon when he gets out of the girls toilets to have his ‘Valentines day fling’, giving Matt a kiss on the cheek, telling Mr Williams to stop being a pervet or threating to get him fired, telling the janitor very kindly to back off and then punching him when he says no, giving Stevan, Ollie and Kai a kiss on the cheek, telling Klaus that he’s needs to stop when the girls aren’t with me because he has a good girl and he doesn’t need to mess it up, Stefan I give a hug cause Elena doesn’t like it when I kiss his cheek cause she’s worried he might care for me to much, When I found Kol I madeout with him and I know I shouldn’t but it’s hard and then I didn’t have enough time to find out my actual secret admirer.

I was kind of shocked when I realised that 2 periods had gone by already and as I was walking to the Cafeteria to eat my lunch, I got winked at. By Enzo St John, holy jesus. This officially just turned into the best day of my life, every girl in school has had or has a crush on him. You are incredibly lucky if he likes you back or even acknowledges you in the slightest, I call that a win. It’s weird that none of me or the girls have ever spoken to him he’s in a friendship group with Klaus, Damon, Kol and Tyler.

We sat down in the cafeteria and the boys joined us as usual except obviously Enzo. From the minute I sat down I could tell the boys were all pissed at me and I had no idea why. Klaus was scowling, Damon looked pissed at me, Kol had a knife in his hand looking like he was about to murder someone and Tyler was probably the calmest out of them. The one thing they all had in common though was that they were staring at me.

“Guys why do you all look extremely pissed at me ?”

Kol stood up, grabbed my arm and walked me out into the janitors closet.

“How long have you had a thing with Enzo ?”

I looked at him weirdly.

“What are you talking about ? I don’t have a thing with him, i’ve never even spoke to him. Why would it matter if I did anyway ?”

“Stop lying ! It matters cause he’s my bestfriend Y/N.”

“We broke up Kol that means I can do whatever, whenever with whoever. You clearly don’t understand that.”

Then I saw the janitor and I rolled my eyes when he spoke.

“You broke up can I have a spin now.”

I scoffed in disgust.

“Go away Phil, I will not sleep with you.”

I then stormed out the closet to get away from Kol but he was following me back to the cafeteria.

“So that kiss the morning meant nothing?”

“Kol what do you want me to say that it did ? Cause I can’t do that. Your the one that broke up with me, I accepted that and I moved on which is what you should’ve done aswell, clearly your not very good at that. I don’t know what that what was this morning, but we are done ! I don’t want to hear the excuses or the lies. We are done ! That means no more random make outs or one nighters, no more texting me late at night when you feel lonely or coming to my house whenever you want acting like we never broke up! It was your choice! We aren’t together anymore! So get that through your head and stop trying to control me !”

For a second I felt relieved that I put Kol in his place but then I realised where I was. Smack bang in the middle of the cafeteria, with everyone silent and staring at me with their mouths gaping. I quickly walked out the cafeteria with tears streaming down my face when I got pulled in the janitors closet.

“I swear to god Phil...I WILL NOT SLEEP WITH YOU!”

“Who’s Phil ?”

I widened my eyes and wiped my tears, I knew exactly who it was. I turned around slowly and looked at him.

“Enzo ? I uh I thought your were Phil-uh the janitor.”

“He’s been asking you to sleep with him ?”

“He saw me naked in the changing rooms once and now he keeps trying to convince me to sleep with him.”

“Right. Anyway did you figure out who sent you that random card ?”

“No I di-wait how do you ? How do you kno-oh sweet jesus. It was you ?”

He laughed at me and nodded.

“Why would you-is that why Kol is pissed?”

“I don’t know why Kol’s pissed. Maybe it’s because he found out his ex girl likes his bestfriend and then got even more pissed when he found out his bestfriends likes her back.”

“Oh right okay.”

I was about to leave again when I widened my eyes. He just said he likes me. he likes me. Enzo St John like ME! Holy Jesus this is...woah.

“You like me ? You must be cr-”

He cut me off by kissing me. Of course I kissed back. He’s such a good kisser.

“Yes I might be crazy. But I have liked you for a while. So how about a movie tonight Y/N ?”

I blushed like crazy and nodded. I couldn’t help but kiss him again this time longer and more passionately.

6 Months later....

I walked into school, except this time not alone. I was walking side by side with Enzo holding my hand. I talked to Kol he eventually gave up fighting with me and gifted us his blessing. The girls had finally talked to him and I couldn’t have felt better.

“Okay well we all have Gym let’s go.”

“Yes !”

I looked at Enzo and saw how excited he is ang giggled.

“Stop getting so over excited about Gym, people will think you like school.”

“I don’t like school. But I like Gym not just because I’m good at it but I get to see you in your little gym shorts and it excites me.”

I giggled and kissed him and as I pulled away I bit his lip. I knew it would drive him crazy it always does, especially before Gym. I looked down and brushed my hand against ‘him’.

“Yeah I can see that.”

He had a boner but he didn’t hid like most would he wore it proudly, which makes us all laugh.

“I’ll get you back for this Y/L/N!”

“I hope you do.”

I winked at him and went to the girls changing rooms.

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megalony · 5 years ago

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Sweet hurt

This is a new dad! Ben Hardy series I am going to be working on which is kind of like Brothers and Love but with a different plotline. I hope you all like it, feedback is always appreciated.

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Summary: Ben has never talked to (Y/n) about his family that he has no contact with, but when his sister convinces him to try and reconnect with his family, things get tricky and old feuds and secrets arise.

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"Who's Thomas?" Those two words made panic bubble in (Y/n)'s chest as she wondered if she was going to receive a response when she knew this question always received an answer that wasn't really telling her anything at all.

(Y/n)'s worried yet curious eyes watched as Ben didn't even turn his head so he was looking down at her, he simply stared at the ceiling like he was basking under the stars and admiring all the different constellations. Ben looked the picture of calm but she knew that in his head, it wasn't so calm or quiet. Ben was the kind of person who had an overactive mind that never seemed to calm down or switch off from a panicked state of being.

He looked like something out of a painting at this moment, laid on his back in bed, one arm under his head with the other wrapped loosely around (Y/n)'s waist. His expression was calm but distant like he was trapped inside his head. He was admiring the light grey ceiling above him that was acting as a blank canvas for his memories and thoughts to project onto.

Drifting her gaze lower from his head down to his chest that she was leaning against, (Y/n) slowly started to trace her index finger over Ben's chest so lightly that it felt like a feather gliding against his soft skin. She slowly dragged the pad of her finger over the lines inked into his skin that covered a large portion of his chest. The ink had been long since set into Ben's skin since (Y/n) had met him, it was a feature of Ben that she knew she wasn't meant to talk or ask about but she could never help herself.

Each time (Y/n) asked who Thomas was or why his name was forever imprinted on Ben's chest, she hoped she would finally gain an answer. But six years of asking hadn't stopped the question from rattling around in her head and it hadn't stopped her from asking, despite never getting an answer.

When (Y/n) pressed her lips against Ben's chest, Ben's head finally became unstuck. He slowly pressed his chin down into his chest so he could look at the girl laid between his legs with the thin blanket draped over her legs and lower back.

Something that resembled a calm but possibly sorrowful smile appeared on Ben's lips as he moved his hand from her waist to reach up and stroke her hair. He slowly dragged his fingers through (Y/n)'s hair, brushing it back behind her ears so loose strands weren't hanging in front of her eyes. It was as if he was painting a picture and his fingers were brushes delicately stroking streaks of paint onto the canvas.

"Does it matter?" Ben's words weren't malicious or cruel or hurtful like they may have seemed upon first glance. They were gentle, calm and reluctant to reveal the truth that (Y/n) was searching for.

A shiver ran through (Y/n)'s nerves when Ben's fingertip pressed against her neck and started to trail along her spine like he was trying to distract her from the topic he knew wasn't going to go away.

"It does to me." (Y/n) pressed another kiss to Ben's chest, not wanting an argument because that would be pointless, she only wanted an answer. Ben had no idea how pressing this subject was on (Y/n)'s mind because it was a mystery that she couldn't solve. Thomas was a person with a blank face in the back of her mind and his presence was something that annoyed (Y/n) because she didn't know who he was.

Every time that (Y/n) saw the tattoo on Ben's chest, she was faced with questions that Ben denied her answers to. At first it was okay, they hadn't known each other long and (Y/n) didn't want to ask about the tattoo he was reluctant to even acknowledge. But as time went on and they got closer, it became frustrating not to know who this person was or why Ben had this name on his chest. Ben only had two tattoos on his body, the one with Thomas inked into his chest, and their son's name tattooed on his right arm.

(Y/n) knew that Thomas, whoever he was, had to be important or close to Ben for his name to be on his skin.

A bolt of fear ran through (Y/n) when Ben started to move and she feared for a second that he was going to get up and walk away from her, but he didn't. He slowly sat himself up so he was leaning against the headboard, resting his hands on her hips to drag her closer. (Y/n) moved her legs so they were on either side of Ben's hips so she was sitting on his lap, feeling his hands holding her waist as she hooked her arms loosely around his neck.

"It took a year for you to tell me where you were from and to open up about anything personal but I still don't know anything about you."

Ben scoffed, a smile pulling at his lips as he tried his best not to seem ignorant or annoying but he couldn't help but scoff at the exaggeration. They had been together almost six years now, (Y/n) knew Ben better than anyone else in the world but she was talking like she had only just met him or she didn't know who he was.

"Six years and you don't know anything about me?" He teased with a small shake of his head that caused (Y/n) to roll her eyes.

"Six years and you know I have a brother and a mum and dad, you know all of my friends, you know when my family's birthdays are and you've met everyone close to me. You know everything about me, but I don't know when you went to uni, if you have a mum and dad, if you're an orphan, if you have siblings or any family you're in contact with. I know everything about you from aged twenty and onwards."

(Y/n) moved her hands so they were resting on either side of Ben's face, brushing her thumbs over his cheekbones as she watched the smile slip from his face.

It was clear by how closed off Ben had been from the start that he didn't like to open up even to someone as close to him as (Y/n) was. That was okay with (Y/n) to a point, but sometimes it felt weird. She knew what Ben did, who his friends were and what he got up to since he was twenty because he told her everything from that age onwards. But she didn't know anything about his life growing up, only that he was born here in London.

(Y/n) had no idea if Ben's parents were alive or dead, if he was adopted or not, if he had any siblings or grandparents, she didn't know why he had no contact with any of his family. (Y/n) didn't know any friends Ben had when he was a teen, she knew relatively nothing about him from birth to a teenager, all she knew was what he was willing to tell her.

There was a debating look in Ben's eyes that made (Y/n) hopeful about him opening up to her. She didn't want nor have to know everything about him in the world, but she wanted to know what was upsetting him so much that he had to shut that part of his life away. She wanted to know why he didn't have contact with his family or just clarification that he had family or not.

"I have three siblings and my parents are alive, but I've not talked to any of them since I was eighteen. It's my choice not to be in contact and I want to keep it that way, my dad doesn't want to see me anyway." (Y/n) knew that was as much about his family as she was going to get and at least it was something. She had an inkling that he had siblings, some of the things he said or when he was drunk the way he spoke made it sound like he did but she didn't know for sure. She also already knew that something happened for them not to be in contact, and it was clear it was Ben's choice for no contact at all.

"You've not spoken to any of them since you were eighteen?" (Y/n)'s tone was sorrowful because she couldn't imagine cutting contact with her family and never speaking to any of them again. When they had Finn (Y/n) felt so bad for Ben because he didn't have any family to tell, he had friends but he didn't call any family to say he'd just had his first child.

"Trust me sweetheart, it's easier this way. The last time I saw my dad he said he wished I was dead, I want him as far away from my life."

Ben let his head fall against (Y/n)'s shoulder when she pulled him closer until their chests were touching. Ben didn't hold the amount of anger for all of his family like he had done when he was eighteen and he didn't feel as much resentment towards his dad as he used to. But Ben didn't want to see any of them again, it was so much easier for him if he kept his family to just (Y/n) and Finn. He had his girl and he had his son, they were all Ben wanted and needed, as far as he's concerned he never had any family before them.

"I'm sorry." (Y/n) carded her fingers through Ben's hair for a while just to make sure he was okay and not about to break down. "Who's Thomas?" (Y/n) asked quietly after a few minutes of silence. Her hand went back to tracing over the tattoo in hopes that Ben would tell her something.

"Someone who meant a lot to me, he's dead now."

(Y/n) lowered her head down but lifted her eyes to look at the tattoo that she could see in a different light now. She still didn't know who Thomas was or anything about him other than he was inked onto Ben's skin clearly because he had passed away. But Ben had never once wanted to bring up the subject of Thomas and (Y/n) couldn't push him to if he didn't want to open up. She had parts of her past she hadn't revealed to Ben over the past six years and that was okay.

"Hey," Ben gently took (Y/n)'s face in his hands and tilted her head up so she was looking at him. He rested his temple against her own causing a small smile to pull at her lips. "I've got you and Finn, you're the best things that ever happened to me. My past is behind me and it doesn't bother me, don't let it bother you."

Ben's past was behind him but he wasn't dragging it around like a shadow constantly nipping at his heels. He was done with his family and that was okay, Ben had had eight years to come to terms with being without them and starting a life on his own. He had a family now and he was at peace with his past, he didn't want it to bother (Y/n) because it wasn't worth it.

"You're my family now."

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Turning her head to her left, (Y/n) rested her chin on Ben's arm as she looked up at him, wondering why he had suddenly stopped walking. Finn had begged to go to the park and play football and since they both had the day off they couldn't refuse. The four-year-old had run off onto the grass with the ball but he was still within their sights but Ben had just stopped walking causing (Y/n) to stumble.

(Y/n) turned her head to look ahead of them to try and see where Ben was looking and what had caught his attention but all she could see was a woman about five feet ahead of them.

The lady was younger than Ben and (Y/n), she had short blonde hair that verged on platinum and it was cut into a bob that hung around her chin and showed off her features. She had lovely blue eyes that sparkled with the eyeshadow she was wearing. She wasn't too tall and she was rather skinny but she was staring right at Ben like she thought she was looking at a ghost.

"Do you know her?" (Y/n) found herself whispering as if she was afraid of the answer she was going to receive.

"No, come on, let's go get Finn." Ben tightened his hand around (Y/n)'s as he seemed to become unstuck. He nudged his shoulder into hers to get (Y/n) to move to the right towards the grass so they could go and carry on playing football with Finn.

Ben stuffed his free hand into his pocket as his shoulders rose up out of instinct like he was trying to hide himself away in his jacket. He took two steps onto the grass that sunk beneath his feet before he stopped dead in his tracks for the second time in less than a minute. His eyes fell closed and his stomach tingled with anxiety when he heard his name being called in a questioning but very desperate tone of voice that he would recognise anywhere.

"She knows you." (Y/n) mumbled, leaning her head back to look at the woman who hadn't moved but had turned to the side so she didn't lose sight of them.

Her expression was worried and pleading, her eyes wide and her lips curved into a frown and (Y/n) could have sworn she could see the strange girl shaking even from the distance. Her fingers were twitching at her sides like she wanted to reach out and grab hold of Ben. She clearly knew him because she knew his name and she was staring directly at him.

"Ignore her-"

"Ben she knows you've seen her, who is she?" (Y/n) let go of Ben's hand and moved so she was standing in front of him so he couldn't try and walk away. Ben was clearly worried or scared and he didn't want to see whoever this lady was but (Y/n) knew they couldn't just walk away. Whoever she was, she had seen them and she knew Ben had seen her, she wasn't likely to just walk away.

(Y/n) knew this wasn't some angry one night stand or girlfriend, Ben wouldn't cheat on her and this lady didn't seem angry or calling Ben in a desperate ex-lover kind of way.

Biting down on his lower lip, Ben turned his head to glance over at the woman who had taken a few steps forward but had stopped like she was afraid getting any closer would come with consequences. A debate went on in Ben's eyes before he ran his hand over his face in a sign of annoyance because he knew walking away wasn't an option anymore.

"Go stay with Finn, I'll be five minutes."

"Who is she-"

"Just go to Finn, please." (Y/n) sighed before she spun around on her heels and did as asked. Ben was in a twitchy mood that was off-putting because he was always the picture of calm and collected. He was never this kind of nervous or worried and he was clearly unsettled by this woman's appearance.

Ben stuffed his hands deep into his jean pockets as he took long strides to reach the woman he hadn't seen since she was fifteen. She had changed a lot, her hair was now platinum instead of mouse-brown and it was cut a lot shorter and without a fringe than the last time Ben saw her. She didn't seem to have gotten that much taller but her features had changed as she had grown into them.

He could feel his chest quaking and his stomach pulling inwards due to the lack of breathing he was going through. His lungs couldn't catch enough oxygen because he was starting to panic from seeing a face from the past that he thought he would never see again.

"Lucy." Ben nodded his head in recognition but his eyes were cold and cunning, his expression harsh and uninviting which let her know where he stood. He kept a distance between them so that she wasn't inclined to reach over and pull him into a hug or try and rest a hand on his shoulder or touch him in any sense. He didn't want her here, he didn't want to see her at all she was not welcome in his life.

"You've changed." Lucy breathed through the words, unable to stop a very small smile from pulling at her lips as she felt tears welling in her eyes. But the moment she pulled her hand from her coat pocket and attempted to reach out for him, Ben took a step away and shook his head.

"What do you want?"

"Ben, I... I haven't seen you in eight years, I've missed you." Lucy let a tear fall from her eye as she noticed Ben's eyes differ and look away from her for a brief moment. He couldn't say that he hadn't missed her because there had been a part of him that didn't want to walk away, but he had to and he couldn't go back.

"I have to go-"

"No! Don't, please, I don't want you to shut me out I never wanted you to go. You're my brother..." She looked like she was about to say more but she couldn't think of what else she was supposed to say. She hadn't made the choice never to see Ben again, she wanted her big brother in her life but it hadn't been her choice and circumstances caused Ben to turn away from all of his family. He didn't want her in his life, he was happy without them all and he wanted it to stay that way.

"Not anymore. I want nothing to do with any of you Luc, I can't do it." Ben shook his head as he spoke and he felt his heart breaking.

Lucy had hurt him in the past just like everyone else and even though it wasn't her fault, Ben couldn't go down this path. He couldn't let Lucy back into his life because it would let everyone else in as well and he couldn't cope with that. Ben had suffered enough, he had rebuilt his life and he was fine with how it was now, he couldn't let those walls break down just to let Lucy back in.

"Daddy, come play."

"Two minutes, buddy." Ben turned and looked over at where Finn was stood with (Y/n), the football in his arms and a bright smile on his lips that lifted Ben's heart. That was his family, right there on the grass, just waiting for him to come back and play.

"Y-you have a son, but you never said anything... Come and see mum, she'd love to meet him-"

"Don't do that, I don't want anyone knowing about him you can't tell anyone. This is my life now Luc, I don't want them back in my life." Ben hadn't told his family about Finn for a reason, he wanted his life sectioned off from his family because he couldn't let them in. They had all cut connections with one another and that was fine with Ben, he wasn't ready to try and rekindle those severed ties.

"Mum misses you, she'd love to know you've got a family now, please Ben, she's not been very well. If you will come and see us or change your mind, this is my number."

Lucy hurridly rifled through her bag for a scrap of paper and a pen to scribble down her number which she forced into the palm of Ben's hand, curling his fingers around the paper so he didn't let go or throw it away. She didn't care if he put the number in his pocket and forgot about it for days or weeks on end, as long as he kept it so he had the means of getting in touch with her if he changed his mind. She knew he wouldn't give her his number or even dare say where he was living nowadays but she wanted him to have her number because she didn't want him to become a stranger to her again.

"Please think about it."

Ben looked down to his hand with tears in his eyes that he forced away. He didn't say anything, he simply turned on his heels and headed back over to where his true family was.

He stuffed the paper into his jacket pocket before he plastered a smile on his face and quickly scooped Finn up into his arms causing the four-year-old to squeal in delight. Ben kissed Finn's cheek before he threw him over his shoulder, his eyes drifting over to look at (Y/n) as a shared message passed between them saying they would talk about it later.

His smile became more genuine when he heard his boy giggling, hitting his hands against Ben's back as he kicked his legs against Ben's shoulder. But when Ben dared to turn his head back over his shoulder, Lucy was still there.

His smile started to fade.

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twoidiotwriters1 · 4 years ago

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Home- Epilogue (Ben Solo x F!Oc)

A/N: This is the eeeeeend. Thank you so much for following this amazing story. Lots of love - Val

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Chapter 18

Ben's recovery was slow, in addition to his broken arm, he also had internal wounds that needed specific care, but despite the pain and the wait, he’d never seemed so... relaxed.

After his checkup, Leia wasted no time in reuniting with his son, with the real Ben Solo. A very emotional moment, I'm sure even Poe and Finn cried. The next day we had to move to a huge ship to have better medical equipment and since we didn't really know what planet we could get to, a large number of people and the heroes stayed for several weeks on the ship.

The victory continued throughout the galaxy and the parties were immediate. While the others were having fun, I decided to spend time with Ben… quite cliché and corny, I know, Poe kept teasing, but after all I’d lost, I just wanted to be alone with him.

We talked and remembered the old days, and each one made our feelings clear, no more secrets, tricks or separations. I knew that more than physical recovery, Ben had a huge way to go to forgive himself for everything caused by Palpatine, we both knew it would not be easy, but I made him promise (I forced him) that, if at any time he diverted his thoughts at his dark side, he must say something. No one wants to go back to those moments.

At one point in the night, Poe, Finn, Rose, Rey, Chewie, and Leia, arrived in the room along with the four droids for us to join the party. Poe threatened Ben with different forms of torture if he hurt me or went back to his malevolent plans. Ben could only nod and avoid a sly look, clearly he was stronger than Poe, but I warned him that they’re an important part of my life and that I couldn't ruin it. Although the moments of tension and threats did not end there. Every time Poe got close to Ben, they couldn't help but challenge themselves.

As for Finn... let's say he only threatened him once. "I won't take my eyes off you, Solo.” To tell the truth, it was stupid to think that everyone would get along, but at least they kept everything in order and stopped if I looked at them. Which was fun.

Leia and Rey were always very helpful, even Chewie managed to forgive his best friend's son. He said that despite everything, he reminded him a lot of Han and would continue to take care of us, (although we all know that if something bad happens, having a Wookiee on your side is always a good idea).

Three years went by quickly and we were all busy trying to destroy all traces of the First Order of the entire galaxy. Thanks to Ben, we were able to know where the main bases were and we liberated many planets. Luckily, no one had ever seen Ben's face before, they only recognized Kylo Ren's mask, so there were no problems when he volunteered for certain missions.

All that time wasn’t enough, but General Poe gave us the order to no longer participate in future missions. Ben had already given enough information for the other volunteers to take care, if they needed help they would call us.

Ben and I felt pure relief, but it didn't last long. The idea of being able to have time alone for us elsewhere was quite tempting, but the problem was: not knowing where to go.

A new way out came to the rescue: Chewbacca reminded me of Han's words when I thought he wanted to replace me with Rey.

His plan was to find me a planet and build or find a good house. Back then I thought it was just an idea, but Chewie told us everything was ready.

We arrived at a planet where everything was green, quite similar to Alderaan. Our house was very close to a small forest and on the other side was a waterfall and a small lake, and somehow, it was a good distance from a town, but on a large scale, the whole landscape screamed tranquility and peace.

Han really gave us a big surprise, the house was beautiful. Ben, Leia and I were delighted and I couldn't help crying like babies for a couple of hours. When I thought my longing comments for a home were just ideas on the air, Han took it upon himself to help me and one day show me around.

And without realizing it, many things happened at that time, after the years followed.

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I turn slowly on the mattress and slowly wake up lazily. I stretch my body and sigh. The little moment I have of peace, every morning, doesn't always last long.

And this day is no exception.

As if invoking it, I hear something drop and then an argument.

I frown, grab a pillow, and hide my face in it.

"Good morning,” I hear another voice closer and manly and then feel strong arms around my waist.

I remove the pillow and also wrap around his waist and hide my face in his chest.

"What good does it have?" I complain causing a laugh from Ben.

"They got up early this time.”

I groan. "It's your turn."

"According to me, it's your turn."

I don't know who’s right, but that no longer matters the moment the door is opened and the bed moves under the new weight. I'm still hiding against Ben's chest.

"Mom, Gray broke Grandma Leia's vase."

"That's not true, it was Keith!” They accuse each other and I growl again.

"Children, it’s very early, what are you doing awake at this time?" Ben asks.

I open one eye to see the twins and they both shrug.

"I suppose they’re excited for the visit," I finally say coming out of my hiding place.

They both smile and nod. I sit on the mattress.

"Well, I'll tell your Uncle Poe not to come if you don't behave well,” They both share a look of panic.

"No, don't tell him anything, we’re going to be good, Mom," says Keith and his twin nods.

"Okay, come on," I lift my arms and the two children pounce on me in a big hug. I kiss his cheeks repeatedly and they laugh. Then they drop onto his dad's body and he hugs them lovingly. "Come on, help your father with breakfast before-" My words are cut off by a childish cry. I sigh and look at Ben.

"I'll pick up the mess and we'll make breakfast, you take care of the other little beast," He jokes and quickly kisses my lips, the three of them leave the room.

I stretch my body once more, put on shoes, and head to the next room. I open the door and smile when I see the little girl grab the bars of her crib, her cheeks are wet with tears and when she sees me she makes a little pout.

"Someone else got up early," I say softly, she sits down and raises her arms towards me.

The next few minutes I take care of feeding her, checking her diaper and seeing to it that everything is in order. When we finish, the baby is already in a better mood and now she’s all smiles. I carry her in my arms and walked to the kitchen.

Breakfast is being served, while the twins put the glasses and silverware. I put the baby in her high chair and she smiles as soon as she sees her brothers and father.

The gurgling gets his attention and Ben finishes cooking, puts everything in its place and approaches the baby to kiss her plump cheek, while he’s in charge of putting her trainer glass with her favorite juice, the twins and I start with the breakfast. Occasionally someone would tell a story or a joke making the morning atmosphere relaxed.

"Mom, at what time will they come?" Gray asks.

"In a couple of hours, it’ll be better for both of you to bathe and change clothes, otherwise Poe will make fun of your pajamas,” I say pointing to his pants with star and spaceships prints. When we bought them, they were both excited, but they know that their Uncle Poe goes out of their way to embarrass them. They admire him a lot and always want to be ‘cool like Uncle Poe’, of course he’s delighted and his ego is in the air.

The twins finish eating and quickly obey my orders, leaving us with the baby who only admires her father and smiles every time he makes a funny face and simply grabs her attention.

"The house will be very quiet all afternoon without that couple of whirlwinds," says Ben and I smile.

“Oh, but there will still be one, Ben. You know it won't be easy,” he sighs and looks at his daughter.

For a few seconds, he’s silent, I know that his mind is elsewhere.

"What's going on?"

He shakes his head back to reality and grimaces. I raise my eyebrows waiting for his answer. After all we've been through, he knows well that he can't save his thoughts, at least not for long.

“It's nothing serious, just... it’s rare that they think that Dameron is cooler than his own father,” He ends up lowering his tone, he seems embarrassed and a slight blush adorns his cheeks.

I giggle.

"It's Poe's fault, he's always telling them about his great adventures in space, but I don't think they admire him more than you.”

“Sure," He huffs. "You saw their excitement when we told them."

He really seems hurt. I sigh and get up from the bench to approach his side. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him to my chest. His arm wraps around my waist.

"Maybe if you told them about your adventures, you would have more attention.”

"My stories are not good.”

"You can start with ours in the temple, I remember that they were always fun, especially when I arrived," he laughs and walks away a little to observe me.

“It's not a bad idea.”

"We had several missions and you can always change the stories a bit after that, they don't have to know yet," He nods.

"You're right.”

"I always am.”

I lower my head and kiss his lips, but a noise interrupts us.

The baby hits the table in her chair, demanding attention and then laughing. We both look at her.

"I think with her you won’t have problems to have attention," I joked and he carried her and then sat her on his lap.

“You're always going to believe that your daddy is cooler than Dameron, aren't you, Reyla?" He asks and the baby smiles.

“Dada!” She answers.

“That’s my girl.”

I roll my eyes at the scene. From a very young age, Reyla always wanted to be with her dad, with me it was more common for her to be upset, although she was not very often, everything’s solved when she is in her father's arms.

Ben notices my action and scoffs.

"Don't be like that, you have two accomplices, let me have one on my side!" I smile and kiss his cheek.

I can't contradict it, the twins are Mommy’s boys. Finn and Rey always say that those two little ones looked at me with pure adoration and I couldn't be happier.

"Okay, but we'll see when they hit puberty and need the talk."

"Noup, she’ll stay forever in this age and this size,” He retorts.

At that time, the twins appear, already bathed and changed, but with certain dress problems. I laugh and walk towards them. Keith has the shirt upside down and Grey's black hair is out of control.

Then it’s my turn to bathe, while Ben takes care of the children and then has his turn. Everything’s ready before the doorbell rings announcing the arrival of Poe, Rey and Finn.

"Here we go," Ben complains.

And unsurprisingly, the twins welcome Poe with great enthusiasm, emphasizing favoritism.

"I love coming to your beloved home," he tells me when my children release him. I laugh and hug him.

"This only serves to boost your ego.”

"It's not a complaint," He says hello to Ben with a serious nod and Ben does the same. Their relationship didn’t improve so nobody pressures them anymore. Poe walks the small crib in our living room and takes Reyla in his arms, who laughs excitedly at the attention. Another Poe fan.

"It's always fun to watch family fights," adds Rey, giving me a hug

"Sure, since they’re not your children," I complain.

"But I feel a responsibility for my goddaughter,” She smiles innocently and goes to Poe to take away the baby and play with her and greet Ben with a big hug.

"I brought some food for you, in our last mission I found a fruit that you’ll love,” says Finn offering a cake. I appreciate and receive it with happiness.

"You always manage to cheer my heart, Finn, and my stomach,” he laughs and we all go to the living room.

Finn and Poe are in a big chair with the twins in the middle, Rey’s in an individual one with Reyla, Ben is in another and I am on his lap.

The twins joke with their godparents and tell them stories that keep everyone very entertained.

After an hour they decided that it was better to start the great adventure: Take the children to tatooine for a few hours. I’m sure that they’ll arrive late, or if something happens, they’ll arrive until tomorrow. The trip makes me nervous, I have never left them without my care for a long time, but just remembering their small faces of supplication forces me to reluctantly accept everything.

I know they’re safe, with Finn, Rey and Poe in their care, but I will always be a concerned mother.

We said goodbye and almost strangled them with my hugs and kisses, I didn’t care about the teasing or the whining of my children. They had to know that I was going to miss them, and Ben and I gave them a warning about their behavior.

They both agreed and ran to the Millenium Falcon.

"If something happens to them, I’ll burn you alive," I warn my friends and although I say it in a relaxed tone, they know it’s not a game.

They nod and go to the ship. Rey leaves us the baby, who pouts when she sees that her brothers are gone, but obviously she forgets when she’s in his dad's arms.

When we took off from the ship, we returned to our house. Ben leaves Reyla in the crib with various toys and we both sit in one of the armchairs.

"Who would have thought that we would end up like this?" I tell him.

He puts his arm around my shoulders and draws me to him.

"I could only imagine this, I never believed that I could really achieve it,” He lowers his eyes towards me. "Thanks for not giving up."

“It's the kind way to tell me that I am stubborn."

"Something like that,” he jokes and I smile.

"Thanks for coming back to me, Ben.”

"I will always be with you, my star.”

He slowly kisses my lips and then I lean against his chest, fixing my eyes on our daughter's crib.

Although we always wait for a moment of peace, I cannot help but miss the childish chaos I have become accustomed to.

Since my union with Ben, I was able to feel emotions that I never believed I felt in my entire life and everything expanded with the birth of my children, although we have gone through horrible things -which continue to haunt us- those three children have made hope be a recurring possibility and I can't be more grateful.

The conversations I had with Han, yearning for a home, are not much compared to what I am living… it’s better. I'm sure that he and Leia are close, looking at us proudly, taking care of our little family.

Who would have thought that my whole life would change when I wanted to steal parts of an X-Wing from a recognized hero?

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shenanigans-and-imagines · 5 years ago

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“Any luck?” Riccon asked, taking up his own data pad.

“None,” you said sourly. “Who knew First Order supports wouldn’t want us near their little get together.”

“Who indeed,” he said sardonically. “You have another message from Kane by the way.”

You grimaced as the image of Zak Kane popped into your head.

Alright, time for a faceclaim for anyone who was curious. I was totally picturing Tom Hiddleston in my head when I wrote this. I’m talking Loki circa 2011.

He was a representative of one of the core planets and very vocal in the senate in his belief that First Order was no threat to the Republic. He even went so far as to say trading with them would be beneficial to both parties. You didn’t know if he was actually that delusional or simply saw this moment of peace as an opportunity to play both sides before outright war. He also made no secret of his interest in you.

Zak Kane was definitely on Canto Bight when Finn and Rose were there. He’s that kind of dickhead.

“Ignore it,” you said stiffly. “And if he messages again, say I have a prior engagement.”

“You might not want to avoid this one,” he said. “He’s inviting you to accompany him to Admiral Davos’ party tomorrow evening.”

Your stomach plummeted.

He had to be joking.

You took the data pad out of Riccon’s hand and read the message once, twice, three times before you accepted it as fact.

“Don’t delete the message,” you said. “Just keep an eye out for any better offers.”

Riccon nodded pressing something on the pad.

Just then another message came onto your screen.

“Athena is back,” you said enthusiastically, opening the channel.

The holographic image of the Twi’lek women appeared on screen.

“Hey there stranger,” she said brightly. “Had much trouble while I’ve been away?”

“None more than usual,” you said. “How’s Ryloth?”

“Divided as ever,” she said clearly annoyed. “The people are against war and I’m for it.”

I actually totally stole this line from 1776, a musical about the founding fathers before it was cool. It’s spoken by the representative from Georgia who ultimately decides to go against the people’s wishes and vote for Independence. I just wanted to give that vibe to Athena.

You gave her a sympathetic look, but you weren’t surprised. Ryloth had been in a near constant state of war since the time of the Clone Wars. The idea of another after barely three decades of peace left many uneasy. Athena was one of the few leaders willing to recognize that coming threat.

I’m actually kind of proud of delving into the politic divide that we didn’t really get to see in the sequel trilogy. I kind of thought about this as more of a cold war type of deal between The First Order and The New Republic. Post WWII everyone isn’t eager on getting into a war again, and some are using it to their advantage.

“You can’t blame them for wanting to preserve peace,” you said diplomatically.

“Doesn’t mean I have to like it,” she said. “Speaking of the First Order, a little birdy told me you were looking for an invite for Admiral Davos’ little shindig.”

You glanced up at Riccon.

“She is the only one I told,” he said. “Have some faith in me.”

“That’s right,” you said, looking back at Athena. “Do you know why we have to get in?”

“Riccon filled me in on the details,” she said. “And as luck would have it. I have myself an invitation and I need a date.”

Your eyes widened in surprise.

“How did you get that?”

“I can be charming when I want to be,” she said with a shrug. She threatened someone. “Now how about that date?”

“You’ll have to take Dameron,” you said. “The two of you combined will be one hell of a distraction.”

A sly grin came onto her face that you weren’t sure you liked.

“Oh, the infamous Poe Dameron, huh? I think we can come up with something,” she said. “How are you getting in?”

I’m not saying Athena would have fucked Poe if she didn’t know the reader was interested, but she would have fucked Poe if she didn’t know the reader was interested.

You glanced back at Riccon, your stomach twisting at what you had to do.

“I have an invite,” you said.

“Kane?”

Clearly, she had noticed your look of disgust. You nodded a yes.

Kane put the moves on Athena at some point, but was completely rejected. Athena has taste.

Athena looked uneasy.

“Are you sure?”

“I can handle Kane for one night.”

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weirdochick56 · 6 years ago

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Oblivious - Thomas Shelby Imagine

Thomas Shelby X Reader

Warnings: Explicit Language. (always lol) Angst (??)

Disclaimers: I don’t own TS or any Peaky Blinders plots/characters.

Word Count: 5, 205 words

Summary: The reader is an old family friend of the Shelby’s and completely and utterly in love with Tommy. She thinks he doesn’t love her back, but she couldn’t be farther from the truth. Sometimes, a few drinks are just what someone needs to break years-long silence.

“Do I look like a bloody fuckin’ chicken Arthur?” You raise your brows challengingly then you point at him. “No. You, on the other hand, do.”

The Blinders around you whoop and pat your back as you smirk at the eldest Shelby triumphantly. He grumbles something under his breath but ends up standing up straighter and looking you with a smirk of his own, his mustache lightly curled up at the corner.

“Alright, alright!” He holds his hands up and down to calm the men gathered down. Then he looks you evenly in the eye. “I’ll do this, eh? And you,” he steps closer, pointing a finger at you. “Are gonna owe me,” he points to himself aggressively then grins. “A favor, sweetheart.”

You don’t even flinch, keeping your face straight. “Fine by me then, sweetheart.” You taunt the pet name he uses then turn back around to face the bar. “Oi! A round then, please Harry!”

The older man shakes his head at you with a huff but complies nonetheless, tugging glasses from the back and then the amber liquid-filled glass bottle.

You turn to face Arthur, ignoring the buzzing and excited Blinders surrounding you, and grin mischievously. “You’re on, Arthur fookin’ Shelby.”

Blinders around you snicker at your quite blunt mock at the name. Arthur smiles at you with a scoff but doesn’t say anything. You were a good friend of the family so you knew he wouldn’t take offense to the playful jesting.

Not many people outside the family had the pleasure of saying that. But since your parents had known the Shelby’s for quite a long time, you’d practically grown up with them. Which meant you were family. A younger sister to Arthur, Tommy, and John, if you will. And an older one to Finn.

The mere thought made you queasy. Your stomach churned with aching and your heart breaks. You were well aware of how Thomas Shelby viewed you. As his a little sister. Meanwhile, you were hopelessly in love with him. You wanted nothing more than to become something else for him, for him to notice you in a different light.

But just as you were aware of how he saw you, you were well aware of how he wouldn’t see you. As a lover, a potential wife, or hell- not even a good fuck!

There was no hope for you and him.

The contest was simple. You and Arthur would see who could hold their liquor the best- the longest. And that was measured by whoever began stumbling first or who was in worst condition generally.

You checked in every few rounds to see who had better balance, and so far you were losing. Arthur was a bit buzzed but was downing the shots like a mad man and didn’t seem to be as affected as you.

Your legs felt relatively wobbly by the tenth round of shots and your mind was hazy, blurry with the alcohol that coursed through your system. Although, on the brighter side, your shoulders were less tense and an easy smile had formed on your lips as your giggles echoed all over the Garrison walls.

For once, you felt...free. Your smile wasn’t forced and your heart sang instead of attempting not to keep its head above and swim and not drown in a sea of sadness. Well, I mean, your heart would always do that, but right now you couldn’t seem to remember the last time you’d felt this carefree and you figured it was because you also couldn’t remember the last time you drank this much.

You needed a good head on your shoulders if you were to always worry for the company’s numbers, whether or not any of the brothers would die once they walked out the door...Tommy. You were involved in everything that had to do with that family. Because they were your family. You had nothing left but them. So you clung onto them will all your strength and they graciously accepted you and treated you as their own. But with protection and love from a family like the Shelby’s, there was always a price to be paid.

Constant anxiety and heartbreak was yours.

You downed another shot of the alcohol and let it travel down your throat smoothly, allowing it to burn your esophagus lightly and offering a woozy kind of comfort to your soul as you slam the glass down on the counter.

“Woohoo!” You whoop loudly, throwing your hands above your head with a drunken smile. The world spins for a second and you almost trip on your own clumsy feet before strong arms shoot out and catch you.

Tommy’s large warm hands, grip your shoulders firmly to hold you upright. You were unaware of his presence but were pleasantly surprised.

Giggling like a child, you look up at him. “Arthur, look! It’s Tommy!”

Arthur doesn’t even look your way, fully drunk beyond his senses. You were in better shape than him, so you’d clearly won.

Tommy sighs at you, his face stoic as always but giving away a hint of a smile as he shakes his head.

“Okay then, let’s go, love,” he grunts as he throws your arm over his shoulders and slips his hand on your waist. Your body is pressed right I to his and it makes you nibble on your lip.

“Finn!” he yells over his shoulder, as he leads you out of the Garrison. “Take Arthur home, will ya’?!” Finn yells back some response you don’t really bother listening to as you’re too busy admiring Tommy’s striking facial structure with a soft smile.

But you assume it’s a yes.

Tommy begins dragging you to the car, but you stop him, shoving his arm off your shoulders harshly. He stares at you with a frown and you snarl, anger bubbling inside of you with the turn of a mere second.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing Thomas?!” You try to seem menacing with an aggressive jab of your finger, but sway instead as your voice falters slightly. You end up having to lean up against the outside of the Garrison.

Tommy sighs heavily, approaching you briskly. You, however, hold up a perfectly-manicured hand, bringing his movements to a complete halt. “Don’t fucking touch me, Thomas. I’ll walk myself home,” your last sentence is a grumble as you promptly push yourself off the cold wall and begin to pathetically stumble your way home.

“Y/n!” Thomas yell causes you to look over your shoulder with dizzying velocity.

“What?”

He clears his throat. “Your house is that way, love.” He points in the opposite direction.

You grumble drunkenly under your breath, stomping your heels into the wet ground as you manage -somehow- to whisk past him without swaying too much. “Fucking hell.”

Thomas heaves another exasperated sigh and quickly runs right in front of you. “Y/n, fuck’s sake. Just get in the car will ya’? You’re not walking home alone.”

A soft scoff escapes you. “Says who? You?” You point at him with a wry smirk and then it slowly melts off as you shake your head incredulously. “Oh piss off Tommy will ya’?.” You go to walk away, but his hand firmly grips your elbow.

“Right, get in the fuckin’ car Y/n, if you don’t want me to put you on there meself.”

Your passive aggressive gaze locks on his hand gripping your arm and then into his piercing blue eyes, so near yours. More anger and resentment pulse through your bloodstream, pulsated by the alcohol mixed in there.

You clench your jaw. “Will you just let me go, Tommy? Right, I don’t want to get in the fuckin’ car and you can’t fuckin’ make me!” You tug at your arm but he doesn’t budge, only looks down at you blankly. Although you can tell by the barely-noticeable twitch of his lip that he’s frustrated by your reaction to him.

He leans in closer, placing his soft lips near your ear, simultaneously sending an involuntary shock of electricity crackling through your heated skin at his intoxicating proximity.

“Right then love, this what’s going to happen. And I say ‘going to’ because in the next fuckin’ second you’re going to get into the car and I’m going to drive you home. Now you may moan and cuss and whine all you want,” he pauses, leaning slightly away so that his nose is now brushing against yours, his warm lightly cigarette and alcohol-tainted breath fanning your face and his icy blue eyes staring directly into yours. “But that’s not going to stop it from ‘appening, hm?”

You clench your jaw even tighter, gritting your teeth and fisting your hand. Harshly, you rip your arm from his grasp and wordlessly stomp your way to his car, throwing the door open and slamming it shut way too hard.

You can hear him sigh, but don't give him the satisfaction of knowing you can see his pursed lips from the corner of your eye.

He climbs in soon after and turns the car on, peeling away from the murky ground in front of the Garrison and heading for your house.

The short ride home is silent except for the occasional sigh from either you or Thomas. You still refuse to so much as glance in his general direction, arms crossed defensively over your chest and the secret information of his constant brief glancing your way also being held tightly to your chest.

Your brain was blurry and the hot white sizzling anger still lived and swayed and grew and spread. You really had no idea what’s caused the mood swing, but seeing Tommy look at you with a small glint of concern- somewhat of a rarity for him after the war- your heart’s temporarily-sedated yearning came back full force and you were forced to remember he only saw you as a sister. Maybe that’s what made you so angry. At yourself for being so in-fucking-capable of stopping your feelings for him and at him because he was incapable of loving you back the way you wanted- needed- him to.

Suddenly, the car comes to a halt and you look out the window to see the familiar building you lived in.

You all but jump out, slamming the door shut behind you.You then round the vehicle to Tommy’s side but don’t even spare him a glance, stalking your way home, a desperate desire to fall into your soft bed and-

“Oi, Y/n! Hold up!” Tommy runs after you, the car still running.

You sigh heavily through your nose, grasping at straws in order to remain calm at this point. You were nearing your boiling point with him and with a drunken head like yours, it was a dangerous mix, to say the least.

But Thomas Shelby was a stubborn bastard.

His hand finds your arm once again and you wince at the touch, hissing audibly as he spins you round to face him. You don’t dare lift your head when you feel him immediately loosen his grip in you, instead keeping your head neatly tucked under your hat and hidden by your hair. You were well aware of the fact that looking at his face would be the last straw for your paper-thin patience.

“Y/n, will you just tell me what the fuck’s wrong already? What the bloody fuck have I done this time, hm?”

His touch burned on your arm, his distinct scent of cigs and rum and street but also something sweet and masculine wafting into your nose promptly. There was no other word to describe it except Tommy. It smelled like Tommy. The scent that clung to his clothes gave you the urge to sink your nose into the expensive fabrics of his jacket. To feel closer to your impossible love.

The air gets heavier to breathe in. The man you love, Tommy, is so nearby.

He was holding you so close to him that if it weren’t for the fact that you knew he didn’t like you like that, you'd think was doing it simply to have you close.

But you knew he wasn’t because Thomas Shelby only viewed you as a sister.

That’s it.

A sister.

The air was so heavy your lungs couldn’t take in any more.

A sister.

Your breathing is labored and Thomas gently shakes you.

“Y/n?”

And oh fuck, that silky smooth yet masculine voice of his it-

His thumb cups your chin and his forefinger forces your gaze to meets his. You’re so angry, you tremble. Your eyes are barely holding back tears but that simple touch, move- it’s enough.

You push his chest away from you with as much force as you can muster. He stumbles back as hot tears trail down your face and blur your vision. “Nothing you haven’t done anything okay?! Now fuck off!” You exclaim loudly and point at him with enragement.

He doesn’t move at first, his face unshifting but his lips lightly part and that’s enough of a tell. He didn’t know what you were on about.

Holding his hands up defensively, he holds your gaze. “Y/n, what the bloody hell do you think you’re-”

You interject him abruptly, stalking dangerously close to him. “You wanna know what the bloody fuck’s wrong eh?” You lick your lips, looking up at him through tears. “What’s wrong is that you’re fuckin’ blind Tommy, yeah?!”

He opens his mouth to protest, but you don’t allow him to say anything. “You’re so fucking blind that you can’t fuckin see that I’m dying here.” Your voice trembles as light sobs leave your salty lips. You claw at your chest through your dress and growl in his face. “What’s fuckin’ wrong is that my fuckin’ heart’s broken! And i-it’s dying- inside me. I-I can’t think, I can’t fucking focus. Hell- I can’t even fucking breathe. Bloody fuck, Tom, it’s killing me slowly!” Your heart cracks and so does your voice. You can feel yourself falling apart at the edges, the alcohol no longer functional enough to numb anything. It all felt too real. Like every nerve in your body was awake and alert and someone was poking needles into you.

For the first time after the war, Tommy’s face twists into a concerned frown. “What are you on about Y/n? Who the fuck has broken your heart? Look if you need me to kill the fucker-”

You laugh sardonically. “Fuck’s sake,” you shake your head and furiously wipe at your tears with the backs of your hands. “You think everything has to be solved with fucking violence, don’t you? You know what, Tommy? For someone so bloody smart, you’re the most oblivious fuck I have ever met.” Your voice is dry and raspy from all the screaming and exasperation and your head throbs painfully against your temple.

You’re exhausted as you spin on your heels and walk towards your home, waving dismissively at Tommy who begs you to come back.

What an oblivious fuck, that one was.

The next morning you wake up with an excruciating pain splitting your head in half. Or so it seemed.

You remembered everything you’d done the night before- unfortunately- and just thinking about it had your cheeks aflame with embarrassment.

With a groan, you push yourself off the bed and make haste out of cleaning yourself up and brewing tea for your horrific headache.

Whilst sipping on the steaming mug in your hands gratefully, a knock comes to your door.

With a sigh, you get up and drag your feet to your door, calling through the wooden material.

“Who is it?” Your voice was cracked and groggy.

“Thomas,” his voice, ever so elegant and silky smooth, responded without a second’s hesitation.

You don’t respond at first, your face red with shame, but decided to open it wider for him. Maybe you could act ignorant and he’d eventually forget about it all. Never question the words or who they were directed to.

He stands there, hands shoved casually inside his pockets, stoic face and slightly-parted lips. “Can I come in?” his piercing blue eyes scrutinize your soul.

You smile lightly- innocently but tiredly- and step aside to let him in, closing the door behind him. He eyes your tiny apartment the way he always does when he comes over. Not with maliciousness or even disgust. But with a bit of fondness, you think, and sits across from your steaming cuppa with a clear of his throat.

You softly pad your way towards him, ignoring his eyes dead set on you. “You want some?”

He shakes his head, motioning you to sit. Wringing your hands nervously you sigh and comply, sliding down on the seat.

“I see you have a hell of a hangover now, eh?”

With that emotionless face of his, it’s hard to tell if he’s joking or not. But you knew he was. Spending the amount of time you did examining his expressions- even the slightest shift in his face- meant you’d picked up on the small quirks- the tells. And by the way he looked now, you knew it was a tease.

You smirk a little, running your nail lightly along the rim of the mug. “I totally beat Arthur yesterday. How’s he doing by the way?”

Thomas’s gaze never wavers. “He’s fine. But that’s not why I came here Y/n.”

You clear your throat, finally looking up at him with the most oblivious look you can muster. “Why are you here then, Tommy?”

He licks his lips and leans closer to you, almost like he was about to tell you a secret nobody else could hear. “Last night- you- it was a bit odd, I think. But you said something and,” he clicks his tongue lightly, shaking his head. “I couldn’t stop thinking about it. You just looked so-” his eyes meet yours. “Heartbroken.” The word leaves his lips as if it were prohibited.

You suck in a sharp breath and your facade slips for a second, but you bounce right back. “What did I say, Tommy? I-I can’t seem to recall.”

His gaze, still plastered on your eyes, unnerves you endlessly and you find it hard not to fiddle with your fingers. Tommy was good at reading people and you most definitely weren’t the exception. He’d always been especially good at reading you so you had no doubt he could see you were lying right about now.

Slowly and an awfully nonchalant manner, he leans back on the wooden chair. “Well,” he grunts. “You said your heart was slowly killing you and then quite randomly stated that I was blind and oblivious.”

You gulp but manage to remain relatively calm. “What is it you need to know then?”

He doesn’t miss a beat. “I need to know who the fucker that broke your heart is.”

You grin incredulously. “Ah! Why’s that? So you can cut him?”

He doesn’t flinch. “Precisely.”

You laugh exasperatedly. “Jesus fuck Thomas! Do you really have no other way of-”

“I do,” he cuts you off calmly. “I can use words. I’m great with them. But the way you spoke to me last night- your eyes...I realize the bastard who did this to do you is pure evil and deserves it. You’re a Shelby, love. And no one fucks with my family.”

You almost burst out laughing at the irony, but the word ‘family’ echoes around in the darkest pits of your brain.

Of course, that was what this was about. You were so damn tired of being overlooked by him. All those whores, all the times you nearly died when he’d come back half-dead, beaten to a pulp and bleeding profusely...You had been the one to patch him up. Took care of his wounds. There were nights, after he’d come back from the war, where you’d just stay up late and talk. Well, he’d talk and he’d tell you things- horrors he’d experienced at the war. Things he didn’t dare tell anyone else. You felt an honest-to-God connection that ran deeper than any other physical attraction and the way he looked at you during those nights where he’d be suffering silently otherwise, you could’ve sworn he felt the same too. Guess you were wrong.

Without looking at him, you mumble. “Well, guess you’re pure evil then.”

He doesn’t say anything for a second, processing you assume, and you don’t dare look up at him until he dares speak again- breathlessly this time. “What?”

“Oh for fuck’s-” you sigh impassively. “You’re the pure evil bastard who deserves to be cut for my heartache! It’s fucking you, Tommy! Jesus fuckin’-” you sigh heavily, throwing your arms up.

He doesn’t respond, just stares at you blankly, the wheels turning in his head clear as day. “You’re fucking joking.”

The way he says it- like it was a joke he was taken aback by, it breaks you.

“You know what?” Tears prick your eyes, as you stand up. “If you’re going to humiliate me like one of your little whores then just fuck off, yeah?” You point to the door with blurry eyes.

And he opens his mouth to speak. “B-”

“I’m not fucking joking Thomas. If you think you’re going to make fun of me in my own home, you’re sadly-”

He stands up abruptly and you jump a little as he stalks closer to you. His eyes never leave your face and you feel tiny, looking up at him with a phony frown. “Tom what the bl-”

You don’t get to finish when he cups your face in his hands and yanks you to him. Your body shuts down completely as your lips and his soft ones meet. Not because of the kiss itself, but out of shock. Complete and utter shock.

Your brain scrambles to connect all the dots as Thomas’s lips move roughly against yours. It’s passionate and a shiver travels up your spine.

You’re unresponsive for the first few seconds, but finally manage to pull yourself together, pressing yourself closer to him with a light moan, hands shooting up and gripping at his heavy jacket-clad shoulders.

Your tongues intertwine in a battle for dominance and if it weren’t for Tommy’s hands hold you by your waist to him, you were sure your weak knees would give out beneath you.

He tasted like rum and cigarettes and you can’t help but moan a little again at his intoxicating proximity.

It all passes in a haze, your lips moving against eachother with passion, adoration and utter frustration. Like he was angry at you but filled with utter lust and want all at once. His lips were pressed so harshly against yours, you almost considered bruises as an option.

But there was also something so raw, utterly natural and pure instinct about the way you went about eachother. The way his hands roamed your body, barely brushing past your most achingly-heated parts but never actually touching you there. It was as if he knew the teasing would drive you absolutely insane.

Just as you knew that he’d like you to kiss him back, touch him like he was a threat to you. With a kind of aggressive passion.

The sexual tension between you two finally reached a boiling point and you found your hands wrapping firmly around his neck and tugging his body closer impossibly to yours. He growls a little and bites he bites your lip briskly.

You yelp into his mouth and then briefly break away so that his big hands can quickly wrap around your hips and hoist you up onto the table like you didn’t weigh a thing. You barely notice when the mug of tea topples over and breaks into a million pieces on the ground, your lips and hands finding and attacking eachother again with fierce yearning once more. Your stomach flips, your heart hammers, and your head spins, but somehow you move around his body with unknown expertise.

Tommy slides in between your legs and grips your knees at either side of him, hiking your skirt up only a bit. You whimper at his touch and his thumb caresses the skin of your knees lightly.

You part from the breath-stealing kiss a little to peck his lips in between hard heated pants. In between kisses, he growls.

“You have no fucking idea how much I’ve been wanting to make you bloody mine love,” he says this in a mere whisper and your skin -not that you thought it was even remotely possible- heats up even more.

You smirk at him lightly, staring into his icy blue eyes and feeling your chest swell with pride when he doesn’t flinch away, eyes full with lustful sincerity. Leaning down so much your lips brush, you wrap your legs around his waist and yank him closer to your center, whispering hoarsely. “Then why don’t you?”

He doesn’t respond, only kisses you with even more fervor than before, which, again, you didn’t even think was possible and hold tightening on you and hands clawing at your thin stockings. You gasp into when he rips them off, but he quickly swallows the hocked sound, kneading at your now-exposed skin with even more animosity.

Mixed in with this new kiss you taste a hint of something metallic.

Blood.

That fucker. He’d bitten your lip so hard he drew blood!

And yet, the idea only seems to fuel the fire burning insistingly in the pit of your stomach further and you only find yourself sucking a sharp breath, kissing him harder, lips enveloping his roughly. Your hands ran over his hair and then down to the base of his skull where your thumbs quickly made their way to his ridiculously high cheekbones. Your tongue quickly flicks over his plump bottom lip and he groans a little, hands roaming daringly higher on your legs, hiking your skirt up to your mid-thigh.

You pant hotly against him and with a wince quickly pull away, building your resolve. His eyes are still fluttered shut and his face is slightly chasing yours when you push his hands away.

Slowly, he looks up at you, a confused frown instilled on his face. Your heart squeezes painfully in your chest, your body missing his warmth and scent almost immediately after.

You sigh deeply, though, forcing yourself to remain strong and looking him sternly in the eye. “I’m not going to become just another one of your whores Thomas.”

He lets out an irritated mixture of a groan and sigh. Bowing his head so you can’t see his face, he laughs softly under his breath. The laughter isn’t genuine, it’s sardonic. Sarcastic almost.

You furrow your brow and cross your arms over your chest, bothered. “What’s so funny?”

He pauses his laughing and raises his head to look at you, face the most serious you’d ever seen it. You’re taken completely aback by the force of his piercing gaze when he speaks lowly, eyes dead set on your own.

“The fact that you think that is what’s funny, love.”

“What?”

“The fact that you think that you're just another whore to me is utterly hysterical. I thought I’d made it clear enough.”

You shift a bit, clearing your throat. “Made what clear?”

He doesn’t seem annoyed by your slowness to comprehend what it was he was hinting at. In fact, he looked like he was thoroughly enjoying seeing you so clueless. But that was just who Tommy was. He enjoyed this kind of thing.

“That, unlike every other woman I’ve been with...” he leans in and presses a soft kiss to your forehead. Then he steps back a bit to look you in the eye, hand cupping your cheek. “You are the only one I love.”

You barely bite back a gasp at his words, heart pounding.

“You make me feel whole.” He laughs incredulously, talking more to himself than you. “It’s bloody fuckin stupid, alright? But y-you make me heart race whenever I see you. And it’s so bloody fucking stupid that I sweat like I’ve run five miles when you look at me with those big, y/e/c of yours.” His eyes are soft, for once; unguarded, full with adoration as his thumb glides softly over your cheekbone.

You find yourself unable to formulate anything other than shaky breaths, as you lean into his touch. Luckily, you don’t have to speak.

“You make me feel, Y/n. Y-you make me feel alive and peaceful and when you’re near me I feel everything’s going to be alright.” He presses his forehead to yours sweetly and sighs.

You smile up at him, opening your mouth to confess your own love for him, before his cold tone cuts you off as he takes a huge step back, head bowed low.

“But that’s exactly the problem, love.” His voice is quiet.

You gulp, your heart-shattering. He looks you in the eye.

“Nothing in my life is ever going to be alright. And having you near me in that way-“ he inhales sharply. “It’s a distraction. One that could either end with me and my family, you, or everything.”

You open your mouth to protest fiercely, but he silenced you, eyes sad. “I’m head of this operation Y/n. I can’t have anything ruining my ability to think clearly and make decisions.”

You can feel yourself grow and more frustrated with him as his words progress. Your body is flush and red with humiliation and anger. You wouldn’t have had let it progress this far and expose yourself to him like this if you’d known he’d get your hopes up just to crush you all over again.

“Fine then, Tom.” You gently shove him away. “Do whatever you need to.”

He scoffs out a shocked sound as you push yourself off the counter and shove past him.

“Fine? That’s it?” He almost sounds disappointed.

You try to keep walking. You really do. But he’s just so...

You whirl around briskly, fists clenched tightly by your sides. “What Thomas?!”

He jumps at the sound of your voice.

“What do you want from me? You came here, kissed me, told me you loved me, got my hopes up and then made it crystal clear that it can’t happen between us. What else do you want from me, hm?” You clench your jaw so tightly, you wonder how your teeth aren’t shattered.

He opens his mouth as if to say something then closes it again.

You sigh, rubbing your temples tiredly.

“Just go,” you mumble hoarsely, turning your back to him.

You were just so tired and heartbroken. Or maybe just tired of being heartbroken. Either way, both your bones and heart ached and seeing him standing there with his messy hair from you running your fingers through them and his pink lips wasn’t exactly helping you.

He stumbles over his words from behind you but ends up sighing and saying nothing. You hear shifting and the door opening.

“This isn’t over. We need to talk more about it.” And then he shuts the door behind him.

You blink away tears and shake your head, running your hands through your hair frustratedly.

Thomas Shelby was one complicated man.

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