#i called her Polly to avoid confusion

[ivorys-back]

Recording

Appollyon (aka Polly; @thewingedgoat): Aaaand...action! Apollyon (@weirdgirl92): (reads a script in front of his face) Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel. Can I help you with anything? Luzbel (me): I've been a bad boy~, and I need a big strong kitty to put me in my place~—on the path to redemption! Apollyon: (rolls his eyes) Well, you've come— Luzbel: Oohhh, yes~! Apollyon: ...to the right place. Polly: Cut! (puts the camera down) Okay, Luzbel, I need you to be less horny if possible, and Apollyon, can you maybe not have the script right in front of your face? Apollyon: I'm not an actor! I can't memorize this sh*t! Luzbel: Well, we could improv this sh*t, kitty-cat~ Apollyon: (punches Luzbel and throws him off of the bar) Oops. Polly: Guys, come on!

[rxttenfish]

Now that you've answered the difficult one here's an interesting one: What about Miranda and Polly?

Shipping meme.

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this is! certainly a ship that i like a lot, but my relationship to it is a lot more fraught than some of my other miranda ships, for sure. it's one that i go back and forth on again and again, way less sure on how stable they'd be or how much this would work out in the long term.

in terms of positives - miranda and polly already get along very well! i always view the ROs as exceptionally close friends, and i think the friendship between miri and polly is much the same. polly chases experiences and good times, explores and pokes her fingers into anything she can reach just to say that she's done it, and miranda's a person who's also fundamentally curious, desperate to see and experience so many things that she's never been able to before and which come from an entirely different world to her, and so polly bringing miranda along feels natural. miranda's definitely more hesitant and less overt about experiencing things, often needing convincing or reassuring, but she wants her friends' approval and polly likes helping other people step outside of their comfort zones, especially when they just need a little encouragement.

polly loves leading other people to fun new experiences as much as she enjoys experiencing them herself, and she gets the feeling of being cool, mature, more experienced in a way with miri that fits very well with how polly is also an older sister, someone who just as much wants to be the cool older sibling that everyone can brag about. miranda, getting that positive reinforcement from polly and feeling like she's with someone she can safely experiment around and with, likewise makes her more confident in exploring new things and having new experiences, less hesitant and defensive when something new is presented to her.

the issue is that polly isn't always a good influence. polly has issues taking things seriously and this can mean she overlooks how uncomfortable miranda could be at any given moment and how much of her protests might be sincere, especially if something presents a unique danger to miranda that polly's less familiar with. polly's less confrontational, so she's less likely to call miranda out on something, at most providing smaller comments or leaving, neither or which would help miranda's reactiveness. i don't think anything polly has going on would prepare her to deal with the merkingdom and the crown, which would serve as a total blindside for her and, at worst, make her lash out at miranda in a lack of understanding for why miranda can't just not listen to the merkingdom. miranda's a character who very much needs commitment in the long term, and dedicated commitment at that, which is something that polly would have issues with and would want to shirk away from that much responsibility.

miranda, in comparison, would want to put polly up on a pedestal and imagine her as the coolest, the most fun, the best at navigating the land with all of its confusing social norms and culture and environment, and this means she would wholly miss whatever faults polly would have and be far too forgiving when it comes to polly's mistakes. at worst, miranda could very much end up believing that she deserves any hurt that polly accidentally causes, and this is an issue that doesn't have a good solution, since polly would want to avoid that confrontation and miranda would not even mention it at all, just assuming guilt and acting accordingly. neither of these characters are very good at talking about their feelings, and there's not really a catalyst to make them talk about their feelings to each other and to force them to open up.

ultimately, i see it as a fling, closer to something like friends with benefits. i often say that i see a lot of the ROs just passively dating each other at different times without making a big deal out of it, and this is one of those times. i could easily see them hooking up from time to time solely to enjoy themselves with each other, and then breaking it off with no hard feelings and going back to normal. not something long term, not something serious, just a good time dating friends.

[irenethewoman]

Mrs. Shelby - Chapter 20 - Gangster

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@ell0ra-br3kk3r June 1924, Warwickshire

Tommy simply cleaned up and drove away. He had to complete the final deal. I sat on Charlie's bed, staring out the window absentmindedly. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but I just really disliked that Russian woman. Maybe it's because I didn't know how to handle her, and I don't like things slipping out of control. Plus, she was too fearless, too crazy, and her gaze towards Tommy seemed too naked, as if my husband could be used as a bargaining chip. I dare say she wouldn't mind making love to Tommy right in front of me. God knows what goes on in the minds of these Russians!

Fortunately, I won't have to see her again after today. The sky gradually brightened, and I listened to the birds outside and the sound of cars passing by, feeling tired. Wrapped in a cashmere shawl, I leaned back on the sofa and closed my eyes. My eyes were just a bit tired…

"Mrs."

I opened my eyes and saw Jenny with apologetic eyes. "Sorry to disturb your rest, but Mr. Mos called, looking for Mr. Shelby."

I felt a bit dizzy when I stood up, thankfully Jenny supported me. "Mrs., would you like to have something to eat first?"

I smiled and shook my head at her, picking up the receiver. "Good morning, Officer Mos. I'm Diana Shelby. My husband is not at home. You can tell me what you need, and I'll relay it to him word for word."

"Alright, I understand. Thank you for your cooperation, Mrs. Shelby."

As I hung up the phone, I almost stumbled to the ground. Luckily, Tommy caught me in time and carried me back to the bedroom. "What did Mos say?" Tommy skillfully massaged my legs.

"Birmingham Police issued arrest warrants. Arthur, John, Polly, Michael, none of them can escape." I looked at my husband with a heavy heart. It was Churchill's blatant threat: he knew Tommy's weakness was his blood ties, but not arresting me and Charlie was to avoid Tommy causing chaos. Not arresting Tommy was to keep him obedient and working for him.

Churchill's problems are easy to solve, but I can already imagine the resentment the Shelbys will have towards Tommy after today.

Tommy kissed my lips. "You should rest, Diana. You're carrying a child." He looked at my slightly bulging belly, touched it, and said, "Don't worry, everything will be fine."

"And then what? Are you going to handle everything on your own?"

"Diana, you're pregnant." He finally looked up. "I don't want anything to happen to you and our child."

"Then what? Are you going to bear everything on your own?"

"Diana, you're pregnant." He finally looked up. "I don't want anything to happen to you and our child."

"……"

I was awakened by the noise downstairs.

I got up from the bed. My head was still dizzy, and I felt confused. I turned the doorknob, wanting to see what was happening outside, but found that the door was locked.

Then I remembered Mos's call this morning.

It began.

I sat back on the bed, closed my eyes, and waited for the commotion to pass.

I heard someone fiddling with the doorknob of our bedroom, trying to open the door.

I heard Tommy's angry questioning, suppressing his anger. "If you have any dissatisfaction, you can say it out loud. What are you doing sneaking around my wife's door?"

… It was Linda.

They were arguing, and I couldn't hear it clearly through the door, but I knew Ada, Esme, and Lizzy Stark had also joined in. Advice and arguments mixed into a mess.

In fact, Linda couldn't argue with me. In fact, among the people I know, there are few who can win in a verbal dispute with me. And as a sister-in-law, as the wife of the head of the family, I have absolute confidence in handling Linda and Esme's dissatisfaction and soothing their emotions. But Tommy is too cautious and worried. He's afraid they'll impulsively hurt me and my unborn child, so he locked me in the bedroom.

Finally, at the cost of a slap, the noise outside returned to calm.

I was awakened by the noise downstairs.

I got up from the bed. My head was still dizzy, and I felt confused. I turned the doorknob, wanting to see what was happening outside, but found that the door was locked.

Then I remembered Mos's call this morning.

It began.

I sat back on the bed, closed my eyes, and waited for the commotion to pass.

I heard someone fiddling with the doorknob of our bedroom, trying to open the door.

I heard Tommy's angry questioning, suppressing his anger. "If you have any dissatisfaction, you can say it out loud. What are you doing sneaking around my wife's door?"

… It was Linda.

They were arguing, and I couldn't hear it clearly through the door, but I knew Ada, Esme, and Lizzy Stark had also joined in. Advice and arguments mixed into a mess.

In fact, Linda couldn't argue with me. In fact, among the people I know, there are few who can win in a verbal dispute with me. And as a sister-in-law, as the wife of the head of the family, I have absolute confidence in handling Linda and Esme's dissatisfaction and soothing their emotions. But Tommy is too cautious and worried. He's afraid they'll impulsively hurt me and my unborn child, so he locked me in the bedroom.

Finally, at the cost of a slap, the noise outside returned to calm.

Quiet.

The whole house was quiet.

These big houses are like monsters, devouring the worldly atmosphere, silently watching the joys and sorrows inside. When the house is quiet, like now, every piece of tile, every inch of wooden furniture is chilling to the bone. The sun is so big, but it can't illuminate every corner of the house. I can't tell if this kind of emptiness is glory or curse.

After a while, the door rang, and Tommy walked in. There were still handprints on his face. When he came in, he was lighting a cigarette, and when he saw me awake, he quickly hid the cigarette behind him. "How did you sleep?"

"Quite well." I walked up to him, took the lit cigarette from his hand, and put it in his mouth. "I'll allow you to break the rules once."

He smiled and let me press him on the bed gently. "You should rest too, Mrs. Shelby."

Tommy slept beside me, and I lay beside him. Even though he was asleep, he still furrowed his brows slightly. What could he be worrying about in his dreams? I helplessly smiled.

Actually, if he was willing, I could go back to London and deal with things. My father was a conservative, and I used to be a patron of the conservatives. Since Solomon could reconcile with Tommy, businessmen and politicians should be no problem. Tommy seemed to hear my thoughts in his dreams. He raised his head, "You're pregnant."

"Then what? Are you going to bear everything on your own?"

"Diana,

you're pregnant." He finally looked up. "I don't want anything to happen to you and our child."

"What's next? Are you going to handle everything on your own?"

"Diana, you're pregnant." He finally looked up. "I don't want anything to happen to you and our child."

"……"

Mrs. Shelby 21 Gang - Vanessa's Poplar Tree

After a while of rest, Tommy started his early departures and late returns, busy with Churchill's orders.

Ada was the only Shelby who still wanted to associate with us. She would bring Carl to accompany Charlie when I attended Shelby Charity Foundation events.

Tommy originally disagreed with me traveling around with a big belly. He hoped I could stay at home and rest peacefully. "The foundation's matters can wait until after you give birth."

"But you know, Tommy, you can leave me at home, but you can't keep me from worrying about you. I have to find something to do to distract my attention."

Tommy glanced at me, hesitated, and finally spoke, "You know those people won't allow us to enter their halls."

"Oh, whatever." I certainly knew that those aristocrats looked down on the Shelby family. The flattery of those noble ladies was only because of my title. But it didn't matter. My goal was not to please them.

I want the people of Birmingham to feel the grace of the Shelby family and build a good reputation for the Shelby family in Birmingham. With both grace and authority, we will establish our own system on our land. We are no longer street thugs but businessmen wandering in the gray area. I don't care about how those aristocratic ladies perceive us; what matters is how we handle ourselves.

They may want to erase us insignificant little people, but I won't let them have their way.

Actually, both of us didn't know exactly what we were busy with. But Tommy remembered my due date even more clearly than I did.

Since December, he began to nervously watch my bulging belly, forbidding Charlie from playing around me, and often supporting me on walks in the garden.

Tommy's efforts were not in vain. Arthur and the others were released before Christmas, and Tommy also received an OBE medal. Tommy, who just got the medal, looked like a kid who just bought the Mona Lisa, proud even without saying a word. Until he found that I had almost no reaction to it.

"There are still Commander medals below OBE, and above that are Knight Commander medals and Knight Grand Cross medals. Only citizens awarded the top two grades of honors are considered to have received a knighthood, and they can add the title of Sir before their surname." I explained to him like reciting a textbook.

Tommy fell silent after hearing this.

Today is Christmas, and I don't want my little prince to feel unhappy. I quickly put on a smiling face. "But this is a leap from zero to hero, isn't it?"

He shook his head and smiled self-deprecatingly. "I thought… the weight of those things would be heavy enough."

Maybe in their hearts, we who hold those things are not important enough.

But these are not things we need to care about now.

I felt a warm flow between my legs and pain in my lower abdomen. I curled up, hoping to alleviate the pain as much as possible.

"Tommy… the amniotic fluid broke…"

Bloody Gang - Mrs. Shelby - Tommy Shelby

After a while of rest, Tommy started his early departures and late returns, busy with Churchill's orders.

Ada was the only Shelby who still wanted to associate with us. She would bring Carl to accompany Charlie when I attended Shelby Charity Foundation events.

Tommy originally disagreed with me traveling around with a big belly. He hoped I could stay at home and rest peacefully. "The foundation's matters can wait until after you give birth."

"But you know, Tommy, you can leave me at home, but you can't keep me from worrying about you. I have to find something to do to distract my attention."

Tommy glanced at me, hesitated, and finally spoke, "You know those people won't allow us to enter their halls."

"Oh, whatever." I certainly knew that those aristocrats looked down on the Shelby family. The flattery of those noble ladies was only because of my title. But it didn't matter. My goal was not to please them.

I want the people of Birmingham to feel the grace of the Shelby family and build a good reputation for the Shelby family in Birmingham. With both grace and authority, we will establish our own system on our land. We are no longer street thugs but businessmen wandering in the gray area. I don't care about how those aristocratic ladies perceive us; what matters is how we handle ourselves.

They may want to erase us insignificant little people, but I won't let them have their way.

Actually, both of us didn't know exactly what we were busy with. But Tommy remembered my due date even more clearly than I did.

Since December, he began to nervously watch my bulging belly, forbidding Charlie from playing around me, and often supporting me on walks in the garden.

Tommy's efforts were not in vain. Arthur and the others were released before Christmas, and Tommy also received an OBE medal. Tommy, who just got the medal, looked like a kid who just bought the Mona Lisa, proud even without saying a word. Until he found that I had almost no reaction to it.

"There are still Commander medals below OBE, and above that are Knight Commander medals and Knight Grand Cross medals. Only citizens awarded the top two grades of honors are considered to have received a knighthood, and they can add the title of Sir before their surname." I explained to him like reciting a textbook.

Tommy fell silent after hearing this.

Today is Christmas, and I don't want my little prince to feel unhappy. I quickly put on a smiling face. "But this is a leap from zero to hero, isn't it?"

He shook his head and smiled self-deprecatingly. "I thought… the weight of those things would be heavy enough."

Maybe in their hearts, we who hold those things are not important enough.

But these are not things we need to care about now.

I felt a warm flow between my legs and pain in my lower abdomen. I curled up, hoping to alleviate the pain as much as possible.

"Tommy… my water broke…"

[allisonreader]

The Meeting

Jill's First Friends of Narnia Dinner

"Come on Pole we're going to be late. My cousins won't like it if we are even the tiniest bit late; they can get quite upset to say the least. Minus Lucy that is." Eustace said dragging her to the professor's door.

"Well you needn't pull off my arm I am coming Scrubb." Jill said exasperated.

"They have been very anxious and excited to meet you… especially Lucy."

"It's all so very easy for you, you've known your cousins forever not just as legends told in grand halls and around fires! You only had to meet two living legends where as I have to meet six! Six Scrubb!" Exclaimed Jill as they came up to the door. Eustace then rang the doorbell.

"That's what you think, I-" he was cut off as the door was opened by the professor.

"Ah, Eustace, my boy, come in and you must be Jill. We have heard much about you. Right this way; we're starting in the parlor."

"What were you going to say before the door was opened?" Asked Pole in a shy whisper to Eustace.

"I'm sure it will come up later tonight." Scrubb whispered back to her.

"You two needn't whisper here, especially for us who are a little harder of hearing. Never can quite trust my ears sometimes. I don't think anyone will take offence from what you say and pick up a sword and make you fight for your honour." Said the professor with a laugh as they entered the small parlor.

"Now; time for proper introductions, Eustace." The Professor coaxed.

"Jill, this is Professor Digory Kirke, one of the first people in Narnia."

"It is nice to meet you sir, I am interested in hearing your story from your point of view."

"And this is Polly, the professor's friend who was with him on his journey in Narnia. She likes us to call her Aunt Polly; Aunt Polly, Jill."

"It's nice to meet you Jill."

"Same Aunt Polly." Jill replied shyly.

"And now my cousins in order they are sitting and sat in Cair Paravel with their titles. King Edmund the Just, High King Peter the Magnificent, Queen Susan the Gentle, and Queen Lucy the Valiant." Each king or queen gave the illusion of a bow without getting up from the sofa they were on with a regal dip of their heads when they heard their title.

"We welcome you Jill as a friend of Narnia." Peter said as regally as if holding court. "Oh, and one more thing, here we never use our titles. Eustace is still trying to get use to the fact we're kings and queens." Said Peter less kingly and joking with the last part.

"It's nice to meet you all." Jill replied shyly.

"Now question time." Said Edmund gleefully in an almost joking way.

"Oh, Ed, don't scare the poor girl." Lucy scolded her older brother.

"Lu, I promise I will be nice. Soo, you go to the same school as Eustace, Correct?"

"Yes."

"Have you or haven't you heard of many legends of Narnia from Narnians?"

"What kind of question is that? I've heard them from owls, marsh-wiggles, dryads, dwarves, and I've even heard parts of them on the back of a centaur." Jill asked in an alarmed voice.

"That's why he asked you the question; if you hadn't been to Narnia you would have been confused." Said Eustace.

"No one here knows anything of marsh-wiggles they are purely Narnian." Susan replied with a sigh that said I don't want to be here, this is stupid.

"Why don't we go and enjoy our delicious Narnian style meal; I'm sure it's done." Said Aunt Polly with a clap.

"What a brilliant idea Polly, then we can start our stories of Narnia." The professor said happily.

"Oh! That time already! I must be off, I promised my friend I would go and watch her play, she has the lead. I couldn't bear to be late. It was nice meeting you Jill, truly, but I can't believe I almost forgot. I'm sure you'll come again. Good-bye everyone." Susan said as she rushed out the door before any one could say anything.

"Well she certainly has got good at avoiding talking about Narnia lately." Lucy said wrinkling her nose.

"Don't worry Lu, I'm sure it's just a fad of hers; it will be over before you know it" Peter told his youngest sister gently.

"So Jill was Eustace as big a pain as normal on your trip." Asked Edmund.

"Hey!" Eustace cried out.

"Well Ed, that was a little uncalled for" Peter replied.

"Come on Pete, aren't you a little curious if he slipped back into his habits?" Ed asked.

"A little, Jill you don't have to answer if you want to, but we would like to hear here point of view" Peter said with a shrug.

"I don't mind answering; I'm afraid that it was me, who kept messing up." She blushed looking at her feet.

"Ah, well, we'll hear your side of the story soon enough." Said Ed.

"How about we eat first?" Polly asked.

"Grand idea, Aunt Polly." Said Peter.

"I say Pete, you think about your stomach as much as Ed!" Exclaimed Lucy.

Both kings then yelled at the same time "Hey". As the others giggled at the outburst, soon Peter and Edmund joined in with the laughing.

Polly had made Narnian styles of fish and potatoes as well as many types of vegetables prepared with Narnian styled poultry. The center piece on the table was a low basket over flowing with bright, shiny, red apples as both a tribute and a joke.

"Aunt Polly, Why apples?" Edmund asked sounding quite horrified as they entered the dining room.

"Apples have been very important to Narnia, I would think you would know that Edmund" Polly answered airily almost sounding offended in a joking way as everyone sat at their designated spot.

"Oh yes Ed, how could you ever forget." Giggled Lucy.

"What's wrong with apples?" Asked Jill confused.

"Let the stories begin." Muttered Eustace under his breath, bracing himself for what was to come.

"My, I am surprized that none of the stories mentioned apples" Replied Digory.

"Nothing is wrong with apples per say, it's just, some of us are still sick of them from our second journey to Narnia." So Peter started the story after they prayed for their meal in both the Lord's name and Aslan's. Peter only being interrupted when Lucy or Edmund had something to add. Peter ended up telling only part of the story where Lucy did not have anything to say. "That is the reason we still don't eat apples, even Susan won't touch them." Peter finished.

"Is that the only reason apples are important?" asked Jill.

"Goodness no" said Aunt Polly and Professor Kirke at the same time that the rest sent a resounding cry of "NO" up.

"Ah, our story now Polly, shall I tell it?" asked the professor.

"Of course Digory I'll add where I need to."

"From the beginning then." Started Digory. He told the story animatedly giving impressions where needed. "When the tree blew down, I couldn't stand to let it be chopped into fire wood. So I had it fashioned into a lovely wardrobe through which Lucy found her way to Narnia for the first time." The professor finished.

"When we came back, we figured out that he had been to Narnia before, and that he had to be the boy who first came into Narnia." Said Peter.

"Lu, figured it out first." Edmund put in.

"Then poor Eustace he didn't know what he got himself into. When we got back from the voyage with Eustace, his first meeting of the friends; Peter and Susan had put on their noble airs and were looking quite regal to greet him. He looked very alarmed, and knew that they weren't just his older cousins he always knew, they were noble, they are royalty." Said Lucy.

"No Lu, you could tell he looked terrified like Su or I would bite his head off." Peter elaborated with a chuckle at the memory.

"You would be scared too if you learned your cousins, you spied on, were a royalty and great warriors whom have been in a good many battles. Not to mention that while they might not bite my head off could still very easily remove it." Eustace defended himself. "See Pole, you hadn't anything to fear. I had to worry about ridicule and being knocked down, much easier for you."

"Now tell us your side of the story. We've heard Eustace's but he's still learning the art of storytelling." Lucy said.

"Alright, it all started behind our school. That's where Scrubb found me blubbering" Jill started nervously. Both Polly and Digory shared a look of similar remembrance. Before Jill knew it she was finishing her story. "With that Aslan fixed the wall and was gone." Jill finished with a sigh of relief.

"That was well done Jill, well done indeed." Said Professor Kirke.

"I still haven't really seen Narnia itself yet, I've practically always have been out of country" Eustace complained.

"Polly and I were sent out of Narnia on tasks both times." Digory said thoughtfully.

"Professor you often mention that you and Aunt Polly have been to Narnia twice; but I don't think we've ever heard about it" said Peter.

"It's a long tale which will have to wait until next time" Digory replied.

A course of sighs and whys went around the younger people.

"Because it is getting late and as much as we may wish we are in Narnia we unfortunately are not. Here in England most of you are still school aged children, to the adults of this world." Polly said as the Penvensies, Eustace and Jill got up. They were lead to the door said their good-byes and started to leave.

"So Pole that wasn't too bad was it?" asked Eustace.

"No Scrubb it wasn't." She answered in a thoughtful, dreamy, almost tired way.

"Did you enjoy your time?"

"Yes, especially when they told your story of you being a dragon" she teased.

"Will you come with me again?"

"Of course, I want to hear Aunt Polly and the Professor's story."

A. Note; At the end of The Lion, The witch, and the wardrobe I find that the Professor seems confident that they'll go back. Direct quote:"... Yes, of course you'll get back to Narnia again someday. ...don't try to get there at all. It'll happen when you're not looking for it." Doesn't it sound like he has gone back? It would then make sense if Polly were to go back with him.

[padfootdaredmetoo]

Omg okay this is super angsty but you know how Tommy pretty much raised Ada and Finn alongside Polly? Imagine if there was another Shelby sister born after the boys came back from the war, and Tommy raising their new baby sister (who is a spitting imagine of Tommy) from birth on and she gets confused and calls him “Daddy” when she’s a toddler as he’s a father figure to his baby sister, and him having to go, “No sweetie, I’m your big brother” and having to explain why she doesn’t have a mommy and daddy and Y/n saying that she wishes that he was her dad 😭UGH I AM SORRY FOR SUCH AN ANGSTY ASK

This was adorable! Thank you for another great request I hope no one minds that the last few were a bit on the shorter side. Finding a gif for this was really tough.

Warnings: sad kiddos. Hurt comfort.

Waking up in the morning was hard enough. But now he cursed his mother's name under his breath. 

Little Margaret Shelby was 4 and a half years old, and when Thomas came home from France she was slightly unsure of him. He’d raised her before the war but those memories were far gone in her little head. 

Now that the boys had settled in, she was very sure of him. She knocked on his door every morning, struggle to open the door, then picking up the mug of tea because she didn't have hands big enough to do both at the same time. And it was the worst tea imaginable, but she would sit on the bottom of his bed proudly, looking at him like he was a Saint. 

“Daddy, what are we going to do today?” She looked at him with the same blue eyes he saw every time he looked in a mirror. He briefly choked on his mouthful of tea, hating the way it burned, just as much as the fact he had to experience the sip twice. 

“Margaret.” He sighed. He was avoiding this and hoped that she just looked up to him. Remembering the way he would see her hurt watching John’s kids pile into his arms every night, his heart felt like it was going to give out. 

“Have I upsetted you?” She stumbled on the words as her eyes started to sting. Her lip fought hard not to curl the way it used to when she was a baby. 

“No, love. But I’m your brother, like John and Arthur. Not your father.” He got it over with. She wouldn't be small forever, and this would be a bad memory lost amongst the sea of bad memories children born in this family experienced. But watching her head give a little nod and how her tiny fingers clenched into fists, he wanted to find something to say to make things better. 

“But we look the same.” She said in a quivering voice. He knew from Polly’s letters that she’d gotten attached to a photo of him, absolutely certain that he was her father. Polly tried to tell her multiple times, eventually forcing the girl to keep her thoughts to herself. Polly warned him that she would probably work up the nerve to ask, and she did her best to keep them apart thinking the distance would help. Probably why the girl would try to wake up before everyone to visit him. 

“I suppose we do.” He tried to make his voice sound cheerful, but even he could tell it fell short.

“Where’s mum and dad then?” tears started to run down her little rosy cheeks. 

“Mum jumped into the cut, dad left us.” He wanted to lie to her, but somehow the truth was easier. 

“They didn’t want me.” The girl was crushed. He quickly abandoned his tea on the night table and motioned her to come closer. She wasted no time settling herself under his arm. 

“Mum and Dad didn’t want any of us. Nothing to do with you.” She nodded and he could tell she was going her best to put on a brave face. 

“And you won’t be my dad.” She pushed her head into his shirt so he couldn't see her face. 

“Doesn't mean I won’t love you. Look after ya and stuff.” Her eyes met his and suddenly he didn’t mind the horrible tea or the way she followed him around every second he was home. 

“Where did mum swim to?” 

“Heaven.” He answered and her face fell again.

“You won’t swim to heaven right?” He knew she was asking him not to leave her behind as they did. But his mind wandered to the gun in his night table, opium pipe under his bed, and the horrid men digging on the other side of his wall all night. He made a choice. 

He knew how bad this would be for someone so soft and small, the thought of her being alone like he was in the chaos that was this family, it wasn't something another person needed to experience. 

“Promise. If I leave it's because they dragged me kicking and screaming. Not going to leave you anywhere, love.” He kissed the top of her head, thinking the words were going to be harder to say but it was easy. Her mood perked up and she snuggled in against him, eyes fluttering shut. He realized that he often got up with the sun every morning meaning she must get up even earlier to struggle with the kettle. 

“How bout we make tea together in the mornings?” 

She smiled at him and he hoped that making it together prevented him from another horrid potion and that she’d sleep in a little later. 

After that was all said and done, he didn't make an effort for anyone in his race to the top, not for anyone but her. Because everything was for her. He wanted her in the best school by the time she was 7, wanted her to have the things they didn't, and needed to get things legal by the time she was old enough to notice things. 

But most importantly, when he came home every night he made sure to catch her as she jumped off the third step and twirl her around saying he’d missed her. 

Polly didn't understand his vicious business motives until he bought Arrow House. He asked her to live with them as he hadn't found a wife and didn't want Margaret alone while he worked. She watched as Tommy’s face lit up as the girl screamed her head off in excitement over her new room. With gold stars hanging from the ceiling and every toy imaginable. 

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She would wander into the kitchens to find him up late working next to her while a tutor helped her with maths far beyond the capabilities of anyone in the family. 

Every horse they raced she named. 

When she didn't get along with Grace, he sent her packing. 

When Lizzie became pregnant, Thomas was more worried about how Margaret would handle it. To his relief, she only hugged on to Lizzie, crying into the fabric of her dress promising to be the best big sister ever. Happy that the girl idolized Lizzie.

He had no chance at being her big brother, not that he really tried at all. He was going to be whatever she wanted him to be, and to her amazement, he didn't seem to mind one bit. Somehow she made a family out of them. One Polly was very proud of.

[ongaku-ato-kakikomi]

Can you do a polly billy loomis X reader X stu marcher where they find out the reader has been dressing up as ghostface and killing people out of love and obsession over the killer? If jot thats all okie dokie have a great day and remember to take breaks while writing!

Laughter erupts from your table as soon as Stu lets another one of his jokes out, a genuine smile creeping up on Billy's lips. College sure was different than high school.

"Oh, shit!" A girl named Emma gives out that word in a worried tone, her eyes opening wide as she realizes something. "Didn't we have a paper to give in today?"

"Um, yeah." Brian rolls his eyes at her, taking a bite out of his lunch as he speaks. "Worth like... twenty percent of our grade."

"Fuck." Emma's face falters into a look of pure panic, her hand grabbing her head. "Fuck!"

"Ha-ah!" Stu points at her with a wide grin on his face, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Sucks to be you!"

Billy quirks an eyebrow at him, an unreadable look on his face. "What are you laughing at, dipshit? You haven't written a single paper since the beginning of the semester."

"I'm different." The blond sticks his tongue out. "I choose to suck."

"Hm-hm." You hum from your place, your lips letting go of your straw so you can speak up. "Must be why you call me in a panic every week to help you put bullshit on a piece of paper last minute."

"I-!" Stu opens his mouth wide with shock just as your friends snort, his eyes soon squinting at you. "Traitor!"

You give out a wider grin. "You're welcome."

Billy chuckles at the exchange, his head slumping on one of his hands in a lazy way as he turns his eyes to you. Aside from Stu, you were probably the one he liked the most in the group. Less annoying than the others, you were funny, smart, and had a similar sense of humour to his and Stu's.

"Oh, did you guys hear?" Brian gives out a grin, his mouth half-full of food. "Ghostface struck again last night."

Billy quirks an eyebrow at that, slight confusion rising inside his chest as he gives Stu a look. "He did?"

Stu frowns, slightly shaking his head at the black-haired boy, which only increases Loomis' confusion.

"Oh yeah! I heard about that on the radio this morning." Emma raises a finger, a frown appearing on her face as she tries to remember the exact words. "He killed a bunch of girls at one of the college's dormitories two towns away."

Brian chuckles, taking yet another spoonful of his food. "Heard it was a real carnage."

"About time." You take another sip of your drink, an unreadable look on your face as you give Billy and Stu a look. "Feels like months since they last killed."

Emma snorts, one of her fists gently punching your arm. "You're such a creep, (Y/N)! I bet you're the only one who's a fan of this guy."

Your lips stretch to form a strange grin. "What can I say? I admire the work."

Billy quirks an eyebrow at your choice of words, but it's Stu that speaks up first. "Did you say 'they'?"

You just shrug at the question, staying silent as you intently into the blond's orbs.

"I'm lowkey scared, though." Brian speaks up from his place, a slight frown taking over his face. "It's his first time killing at a college. What if ours is next?"

"What?" Emma snorts once more. "Scared he'll hang you using your own guts?"

Brian answers that question by throwing a spoonful of his food at the girl, making her give out a loud laugh as she avoids it. Billy's eyes squint at the exchange, slight annoyance overcoming him as he realizes someone's out there copying their work.

"What makes you think it's the real Ghostface?"

"Police said it was the same costume, same MO." Brian shrugs, not at all bothered by Loomis' question. "If it's not him, then whoever it was did a pretty good job playing him."

Stu crosses his arms over the table, curiosity all over his face as his lips stretch onto his cheeks. "What town was it?"

"Burbank or something," Emma responds without even thinking; though, her eyes seem to widen with recognizance as she turns her head to you. "Wait. Weren't you in that town last night?"

"... I was." You let go of your straw to speak, your words coming out at a slow pace. "Huge party downtown, remember?"

"Yeah, and you didn't invite me." She gives out a pout, gently shaking your shoulder as revenge. "Meanie!"

You just chuckle at her words, a strange look in your eyes. "Sorry, I only had one VIP ticket."

Stu gives out a chuckle. "You're lucky you weren't gutted."

"Yeah." Billy manages to give out a smile, his mind still filled with annoyance and confusion as he speaks. "Would have been a bummer to lose you."

You give back a grin. "Really?"

"It really would have." Brian points at you with his poon. "Heard there was only one survivor."

You seem to freeze for a moment, your eyes slowly looking back at your friend. "Was there?"

"Yeah... she's barely alive in the hospital right now." Brian shakes his head, words pouring out of his mouth faster than he can think. "Said she managed to cut the killer's hand, though."

Your fingers tighten their grip on your drink, your smile hardening. "Really?"

Brian hums as a response, he and Emma completely unaware of the changes in your behaviour. Billy's eyes notice you pulling your other hand towards yourself, hiding it under the table out of view; though, he does manage to notice what seems to be a scare on the back of your palm right as you do so, the Loomis boy quirking an eyebrow at you.

"Hurt yourself, (Y/N)?"

You look into his eyes as soon as you hear his question, an unreadable glint in your pupils.

"Got in a fight with some bitch at the party." Your lips form a dark grin as you speak. "I won, though."

"Nice!" Stu holds his head up with both of his hands, his eyes now fully staring at you with a newfound interest. "How did it feel?"

You tilt your head at him, taking another sip of your drink. "Exhilarating."

Stu's lips stretch out onto his cheeks at your answer, his eyes rapidly turning towards Billy with a silent question in them. The black-haired boy doesn't even acknowledge it, though, instead of continuing to stare at you as he lays out a question for your other friends.

"The costume's still selling. And the MO's easy to copy." Billy takes a look at Brian, an unreadable look on his face. "How do they know it's not a copycat?"

"Dude." Brian snorts, shaking his head. "Why would anyone copy Ghostface? The killer's not even caught yet."

"Maybe someone really admires their work." You stare intently at Billy, a knowing grin on your lips. "Wanted to show some appreciation or something."

Billy squints his eyes at you. "What if Ghostface doesn't like to be copied?"

"Copycat's bad, then." Your grin widens for a second. "Won't do it again without permission."

"If I were Ghostface..." Stu stretches his arms out, a wide grin on his face. "I'd give that copycat permission to kill anyone."

"Well, how kind of you, Stu."

The Loomis' stares at you for a moment, his lips stretching out into a smirk a few seconds later as a low chuckle comes out of his throat. "I guess Ghostface and the copycat could work together as well."

"You guys are so fucking weird." Emma snorts, her eyes looking at you two with an unsure look in her eyes. "You're almost sounding like you're the killers yourself."

Stu gives out a loud laugh at those words, a bright light appearing in his eyes as he sticks out his tongue.

"Wouldn't it be more fun if we were, though?"

You chuckle at his words, taking yet another sip out of your drink under Billy and Stu's eyes.

These next few weeks are sure to be interesting.

[fictionismyreality]

No thoughts but you

Frankie x mid size/plus size reader Hi hi, this is a little something from Frankies pov I wrote a couple of days ago I want to share with you. Comments and reblogs are appreciated if you like what you read :) Summary: Frankie and the guys are at the bar and Frankie cannot stop thinking about you. Warnings: mostly fluff, mentions of sex, the guys being kinda dicks but good friends, a lot of Frankies thoughts Words: <3.000

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„Yo, Fish! Fish!“, Santi yelled and Frankie shook his head to come back to reality. „You want another beer?“

„Where have you been with your ugly head lately, hm?“, Benny asked while looking around the bar, constantly scanning for girls. 

Frankies mind was far, far away. He hasn’t told anybody, wanted to keep this thing a secret until he was sure it was leading somewhere. All those interfering opinions were no good, he knew that. 

„Yeah, another one, please“, he said and Santi eyed him suspiciously. He always knew when something was different with his best friend. He turned around and went over to the bar. 

Frankies thoughts started to wander again. It was a lot to take in, to wrap his head around. 

It started a couple of days ago as you asked him if there was space for you next to him on the bench by the playground. One glance from him into your face was enough. Frankie would have sat on the floor or made a new bench out of a tree just for you to have a seat. He knew he had it bad the moment he saw you, which was why he wasn’t able to say a word and just gestured for you to sit. You smiled and did exactly that while Frankie used his military training to check you out without your knowledge (he hoped at least): sparkling eyes and a smile that could light up the darkest room, your curves soft and inviting. Not Wills type, for sure, who was more for sporty girls. No, Frankie appreciates curves, he loves to explore a body full of - as most women call it - imperfections: Moles, birthmarks, stretch marks, freckles, scars… a body, that tells a story, that is living feely and made experiences, that appreciates gentle touches and can take it a bit rougher in between, that… Frankies mind wandered over to a place where it shouldn’t.

What was wrong with him? He hasn’t even said a word to you but he already pictured you naked on his bed, wringing and panting. He breathed in a bit too loud. „Everything alright?“, you asked and looked over to him, one eye closed and your hand in front of your forehead to look into his eyes and avoiding the sun. 

Fuck, you are so cute. 

„Uhm, yes… it’s just so hot today“, Frankie said, happy about being able to construct one full sentence. 

You chuckled. „Yeah, I don’t know how they do it.“ „Who?“ „The kids“, you answered. „They run around the whole day, jumping, screaming, laughing and still manage to have fun while we sit here and sweat.“

Sweat. His eyes flickered to your cleavage where he spotted indeed little droplets of sweat that disappeared between the curves of your boobs. 

„Which one is yours?“, Frankie asked suddenly, his body and mind in survival mode. 

„The blonde one over there. Her name is Polly. She’s my goddaughter.“, you explained. „Yours is the one over there, isn’t she?“

Frankie followed your pointed finger and spotted his daughter in the roundabout. „Yes, that’s my girl. Luisa. How do you know?“ You smiled. Was there a bit of blush on your cheeks?

„She’s got your curls and brown eyes, so… I figured.“

Frankie looked down between his feet, smiling to himself. 

„Here you are, man“, Santi said and placed another beer on the table in front of Frankie, which cleared his head in an instant. 

„Real talk, man. What’s wrong?“, Will asked. 

„Nothing“, Frankie mumbled and sipped on his beer. The other three looked confused. 

„If you have problems with co-“ „Fuck Benny, no! Jesus…“, Frankie hissed and shook his head. „You know I’m clean. Don’t you?“ „Yeah, sure. Sorry, Bro.“ Benny looked taken aback. 

„Look, Fish. I know you since childhood. I know when something is on your mind. Just spit it out. We are here to help.“, Santi offered and Frankie smiled weakly. 

„Yeah man, I know. Thanks, but there is nothing to help. Really, I am fine.“

He does not want to discuss you. He does not want to share that he somehow managed to get your number, messaged you the same evening and went out with you twice: The first time was last Tuesday, two days after you met at the playground. Frankie met you at the bowling center, where you surprised him by bowling much better than he thought - his plan was to show you the technique and help you with some throws like they do in those romcoms he sometimes watches when he stumbles upon one. But you did not need it. It was a tough duel and Frankie was sweating blood and tears while trying his best to not let you win. Your competitive mindset as you found out you were both at the same level was something he liked about you: You did not pretend to be bad at bowling just to make him feel better or to fit some outdated cliché. You were yourself, you showed your strengths and you were not afraid. 

After two rounds - the first one was won by Frankie, the second one by you - you walked to a small bar close to the beach and talked while drinking and enjoying the sunset. Frankie later drove you home and kissed your cheek goodbye while your hands rested on his chest, right above his pounding heart. It was the smile you gave him before you went inside he was currently thinking about. 

„I’m gonna go take a piss“, he suddenly announced, surprised by this idea. He wriggled out of the booth and slowly strolled over to the toilets. His mind wandering again. 

For the second date, he chose the drive-in theatre. He wasn’t planning one of those rom-com moves again, because he knew better than that by now and he just wanted to surprise you with a nice evening. So he prepared his truck with blankets, cushions and snacks, and parked it somewhere in the back since it was one of the biggest cars in front of the screen. 

You were smiling the whole time. He was so happy about that. What movie did they play? Frankie does not remember. He was occupied with stealing glances over to you, memorizing how your eyes were illuminated by the lights from the screen and how your leg suddenly lay next to his. Then you adjusted the cushions behind your back and Frankie remembered how he raised his arm and you nuzzled into him. Could you hear how his heart was beating when your ear rested on his chest? He put down his beer and took your hand in his, slowly caressing your knuckles and fingers. None of you said a word. That wasn’t the point anyway. Not now. 

Frankie washed his hands and took a deep breath. You were making him crazy. He knew you for just a week, you had some contact outside of your dates, life is busy for him with his daughter and his job, your job wasn’t easy either. It was fine. But he wanted more. He couldn’t wait to see you again. 

Slowly he went back to the boys, worried looks all around the table. Did he looked so depressed while he was thinking of you? What did Benny say about his face when he isn’t interested in joining the chatter about his newest companion for the night? RBF? Whatever this means…

„What now?“, you asked as the movie ended, looking up at him. He wanted to remember this moment like he wanted it with every other moment tonight: How your face looked from so close, the angle from down there tucked into his shoulder. Frankie had an idea as he saw the sparkles in your eyes. 

„I could drive us somewhere.“, he whispered, smiling down at you.

„To where?“ 

„Do you trust me? I would like to surprise you.“

You rolled your eyes, but smiled. „Fine.“ 

Frankie helped you climb out of the bed of the truck, your beautiful dress somehow rid up a bit and he could see the backside of your thighs. He needed to calm down. Frankie jumped down and opened the door for you to help you in. Even though you were strong minded and a feminist, things he really appreciates, you enjoyed his efforts to be a gentleman. He held out his hand and you took it to step up into his truck. Those butterflies. He could get used to this. 

„Okay man, enough is enough.“, Santi said the moment he had downed his beer. „You are not engaging in any conversation, you are not even recognizing that chick over there who nearly followed you into the bathroom because she’s got the hots for you and you haven’t touched your beer. What the fuck is wrong, Fish?“

„Nothing!“, Frankie said, now a bit louder than before. „Really, nothing is wrong.“

Will smirked. „I know what happened.“ A big smile on his face, he leaned in closer over the table and whispered: „You got laid.“

Santi whistled while Benny made something that resembled the sounds of a cat. „Fish got himself some pussy.“

Frankie shook his head in disbelief and took a big gulp of his beer. Now he needed it. 

„No, i did not.“

„Of course you did!“, Santi said. „When I mentioned that woman you did not even look for her, because you are fucking someone else. Who is she?“

No one said a word for a couple of moments and Frankie sighed. He knew when he was defeated. 

The moment he wanted to give up, tell them enough so they shut up, his phone vibrated and the screen lit up for everyone to see. 

I cannot stop thinking about last night xx

Frankie smiled, his dick twitched in his pants. He couldn’t either. 

„What happened last night? Did you fuck her from every angle?“, Benny asked, always the one for the dirty details. 

„No, I know my man“, Santi laughed and throw one arm around Frankies shoulder. „You treated yourself and ate her out again and again. Classical Fish, right?“ 

Frankie sighed. Partly because he was frustrated, partly because yes, Santi knew him too well: He loves to go down. He would love to go down on you. But that is not what happened yesterday. 

„Okay, guys. There is this girl…“, he started and everyone was listening, waiting for the dirty details. But Frankie did not provide them. Those memories were his and he decided what to share. For now, he wasn’t comfortable to share more than necessary for them to shut up. 

„Okay, let me get this straight“, Benny concluded. „You met her on the playground, went bowling for the first date and then for the drive-in cinema for the second date. And then you drove her home?“ Frankie drank a sip and nodded. 

„No pussy?“, Santi wanted to know with sad big eyes and a pout in his face. 

„No pussy.“, Frankie confirmed. „I did not eat her out. But I will see her again next week. Luisa and I will meet her and her goddaughter for a playdate on the playground again, some ice cream after. I just want to get to know her.“ 

Frankie couldn’t contain his smile, how hard he tried. 

„You know what, Frank? That sounds good.“, Will said and gave him a high five.

„Thanks man, I appreciate it.“

„Yes, it does.“, Pope joined into the consensus. „But still: Some pussy would have been nice, though.“

Frankie rolled his eyes. 

„But what is not can be“, Benny said and went over to the bar to grab another round. 

Later, after Frankie drove Santi home and laid in his bed, he allowed himself to think back to last night: 

After you hopped into his truck, he drove you through the night while listening to your thoughts about the movie, occasionally nodding so you know he was listening, even though it was too much: Following the conversation while driving was something he can handle, but seeing you gesture so cutely with your hands, your bare legs dangling over the seat, the hem of your dress ridden high up over your knee while your chest was breathing normal, which caused a heaving of your tits. It was too much and Frankie was happy when you arrived at the destination. 

There was this spot, he found it once when when he was wandering around to get his mind off things. A spot just further down the road than all the tourists go. Even though the beach was nearly empty around this time of the day, not many people drove the extra mile. But from here, you could watch over the horizon without the light of the lighthouse, you could also lay in the bed of Frankies truck and gaze into the sky. „Come on“, he said as he opened your door and took your hand to guide you back to the bed again. You smiled brightly, exactly what he hoped for. A fight between you and the stars - who’s beaming more? 

You. 

Both of you sat down into the same position as in the drive-in. It feels so natural, Frankie thought as he threw the blanket over the two of you and drew you closer to him. 

„Warm enough?“, he whispered and you nodded. 

„Yes, just my legs are a bit cold.“, you said and bent them, which caused them to brush along his legs and warm hand. As Frankie felt your cold, soft flesh, he reacted instantly and let his hand wander up and down from the middle of your shins until directly over your knee. You let it happen, Frankie was relieved as you shuffled around and cuddled closer to him. 

His left hand not leaving your shoulder while his right took care of your legs. Your hands were free, what explained the shiver that went through Frankies body as they searched for contact: Your left hand roamed over his abdomen, caressing the soft flesh. Before Frankie could think about his tummy and that you were probably stopping in disgust, he felt your other hand in his excuse of a beard. 

„I like you beard“, you whispered as if you could read his mind.

„Hmm?“, was all he managed, because as he leaned down to look at you, your eyes were even more sparkly than before. How was this even possible?

The stars were nothing against you. 

„It’s so natural and just… there. A part of you.“

„Isn’t it itchy when you touch it like that?“, he asked, his hand stopped the wanderings on your leg and just laid on your thigh. 

„It is“, you whispered again, as if it would be too dangerous to talk louder. „But I like that very much. It’s sexy.“ 

Oh, Fuck.

Frankie lowered his head to rest his forehead onto yours. He hummed softly, tried to get lost in the moment for a bit, just you and him and the stars and the sea and the breeze. Then he nuzzled your nose with his, while the hand on your leg squeezed it a little more for you to let out the cutest gasp he has ever heard. 

„Can I kiss you, bebita?“, he whispered softly and you shuddered in anticipation. 

„Yes.“

The little gap between your lips was closed in an instant and Frankie felt lips softer than he could have ever imagined. It felt so good kissing you that a little moan erupted inside of him that reached the surface, which caused you to gasp, reach for the collar of his jacket and drew him closer to you. Frankie moved his lips in a dance with yours for a couple of moments before he stopped, his left hand now cradling your face and his big brown eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort. Then he went for it again, he had to. So soft. When you moaned again and your finger slipped under his collar he was done for it and opened his lips to part yours, so his tongue made an appearance that was more than welcomed by yours. 

Your whole body reacted to it. You clang yourself onto him, slid down onto your back so that Frankie was above you. His lips moved to your neck while his hands roamed your legs and caressed your hair. 

Frankie sighed when he thought about it. His dick was hard under the thin fabric of his shorts. It was mostly very romantic and he loved getting to know you in that way, but he cannot deny the sexual effect It had on him. He couldn’t wait to continue where you two left off. Maybe after the playground next week when Luisa is asleep, you wanted to continue this? A smiled spread across his face as he grabbed his phone to finally answer you: 

Me neither, bebita. Can I kiss you again when we see each other? 

Frankie put the phone back onto his night stand and turned around to sleep. 

He did not lie to the guys. He did not get any pussy last night. Did he want to? Sure. When you were in for it, he was as well. But when he thinks back now, nothing was missing. 

It was a perfect night.

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Chapter 7: Apology

The reader is Aberama Gold’s eldest daughter, Esmeralda Gold in this fic.

 Warnings: mention of rape, death, pain and depression

 This fic might have dark themes which may irritate or offend some readers. But if you’ve seen Peaky Blinders and are familiar with Thomas Shelby, you’ll be okay.   The story, plot, character histories and back stories might not be relevant to the original “Peaky Blinders” . Warnings will change per chapter. This is my first fic. Hope you all like it. English is not my first language.

 Do not hesitate to comment, reblog and engage. It works as fuel for my writing. 😉💙💙

 Synopsis: Your father’s one mistake shall alter your life’s direction forever.

 Word count: 2693

     Your Ma wasn’t your birth mother at all in fact you were born to a woman from the Lee family called Sybill. Polly had sat down next to your legs in the bed. You had been shifted into this house because of some threats this family was facing. You wanted to scream at each and every one of them that you did not give a danm about them or their money or this stupid house. You wanted to run away from them as far away as you could. But not only did your injuries made that impossible but the fact that you had nowhere else to go did too.

    Suddenly, it felt like you had become this little speck, this little dot in the whole, gigantic, wide world. No past, no present and no future. So you spent your days simply lying down in bed and staring at the ceiling. You were almost always in pain, the bandages made it impossible for you to sit up or walk other than going to use the loo in those first initial days.

    Polly was the only one who stood with you in the hospital and took care of you like a mother in this house too. In her ramblings she did talk about a lost daughter once or twice, and that you reminded her of that girl. Most of the time, you tuned her out, not able to think about anything but the incident. You couldn’t sleep at night too. Only medicines and a spoonful of the opium extract forced you to succumb to a dreamless sleep when the doctors felt the need. That day she’d caught your attention after mentioning your mother.

    She’d told you how Diana wasn’t your real mother but a young girl from the lee clan was. Sybill, an orphan, was one of the most beautiful girls in all of the clans. She was brought up by her aunt who had recently died, so she mostly lived alone. Everyone in the Lee clan treated her as their own. Her beauty was what truly made her unique though. She was obedient, kind and had these big almond shaped eyes “They shined like big, polished emeralds, even near her end…” Polly looked down then cleared her throat and smiled, “Her beauty was truly captivating. No wonder everyone talks about your looks too, you surely got them from her…But your eyes are more beautiful than hers” She gently caressed your face, carefully avoiding the bandage near your ear and temple.

    “What happened to her? I want to know.” You said softly. Polly hesitated, and in that moment you understood that you had to know, and that there was a connection between you two, some significance to her story which will answer some, if not all, of your questions which had confused and disturbed you all your life.. You had realized that she was probably your only true relation in this world, which was also taken away from you because of the cruelty of the God!

    Polly still had not spoken so you gently put a hand on her  clasped finger in her lap and repeated, “I want to know” she looked into your eyes and nodded looking down. “Aberama, your father was young and reckless at the time. Moved around with a bunch of his goony friends, had made a bad sort of reputation for himself. He saw Sybill at a town fair and instantly got enchanted by her beauty and grace. Saying that things weren’t that good between the Lees and the Golds at that time, would be an understatement.” She chuckled, but then her expressions changed, “Aberama kept on harassing her and then one day she lost her temper and slapped him in front of his group of friends. That hurt his ego and….” You nodded, trying to encourage her to go on, “He kidnapped her and had his way with her…” Your eyes widened. ‘No, this had to be a lie it can’t be… Da? How could he?’

     “When the fog of his anger vanished after doing what he’d done, he got frightened. He knew this would have consequences, and only one person could save him, his mother.” “What did… Sybill do?” you were invested now.

  “Sybill was young and did not have anyone to guide her, she was utterly alone in this world…” you gulped. “So when she found out she was pregnant she did the most foolish thing she could have done… she went to Malaiah” Polly rubbed her temple, as if by telling you, she had somehow travelled back in time and was witnessing the tale before her eyes. “It was as if the lamb went to the butcher itself. Malaiah promised her she would bring her ‘justice’ and she fell for it.” “What do you mean?” you asked, confused. “I don’t think I need to make you understand how cunning and evil your Grandmother can become if she wants something done now, do I?” you simply closed your eyes with a sigh. You had experienced it first hand, it was true, you did not need any prove of what that vile woman was capable of. “She bought time by giving the girl false hope that she needed time to persuade her son to surrender rather than get him arrested, which would humiliate her and ruin the trust which apparently, people had in her… meanwhile execution of her true plan had already began” you somehow knew this story would be painful, but weren’t expecting this. Your heart beat fast in your chest as you listened to the tale.

    “Eventually, when Sybill started showing…” “But why didn’t she get rid of the child?” you asked, abruptly. Polly had sympathy in her eyes when she said, “Maybe because she felt this child was the only evidence of what had happened to her, but I like to think she wanted to keep the child because she felt this was her only real relationship in the world now. She was lonely too…” the ‘too’ echoed in your ears like a loud bell. “When she started showing and the people started to notice her swollen belly, she ran away. Malaiah set up a cabin for her near the Gold territory ‘until I sort everything, just a few days more love!’ were her words.” She shook her head.

    “All of a sudden, for no reason or logic the children of the Gold clan started getting sick and their livestock started dying. At first people did not pay much heed to it, but when the little ones started dying from the very same sickness the clan became suspicious. Rumors of a witch putting a curse on the clan started roaming around.”

    You did not like where the story was going. You weren’t ready for it, but you knew you had to know. Polly was probably the only person who would tell you this tale honestly. “She was eight months pregnant when they arrested her from the cabin, charging her of practicing witchcraft and dark magic against the Golds. She was to be burnt at a stake in two days as some other clan leaders had also been invited to witness this holy event” Polly’s eyes watered. “The poor girl was so scared that her waters broke. You were born after a long hard, labour in that captivity.” At this point you didn’t know how to react at all. This was your story, the story of your beginning, the answer to all those mind boggling questions that had plagued your mind for so danm long. But a cold numbness had taken over your form. “Aberama had been married to Diana, which was part of Malaiah’s plan too if I may add. She was already seven months pregnant at your time of birth. Miraculously or should I say suspiciously, she got the pains and delivered a still born just two days after your birth. Malaiah simply snatched you from Sybill’s arms, promising her that she wouldn’t harm you as you were related to her son, whether she liked it or not. And placed you on Diana’s lap, a mother who was mourning her stillborn. You were like miracle to Diana. A God sent miracle.” You could imagine this young, helpless girl in captivity awaiting a sentence for the crimes she had never committed. God could be so cruel sometimes, but was it okay to blame God for the vicious actions of a single human being who had been able to destroy so many lives just merely through her cunning and influence? ‘But you have gotten out, haven’t you?’

“Why didn’t she say anything? Why did no one listen to her?” you asked as a flashback of yourself flashed before your eyes, pleading on the floor before everyone as they laughed and mocked you in the courtroom. “They were blinded by their loss. They could only see her as the murderer of their children. The anger and fury they felt for her would only extinguish once they saw her burning at a stake themselves.” You were about to be sick, as your mouth went dry. “She was…. Executed… in the very same ground your… punishment was carried out.” A single tear rolled down your face for this woman, this mother, this poor girl who was the only one who had truly loved you once. Polly was breathing hard “I had promised her, the night before she was… I had promised her that I will make sure no harm will be done to you and that Malaiah will keep her promise…” you looked up as you croaked, “How do you know about all of this? How did you know my mother?” Polly’s eyes went wide as she audibly swallowed. “Answer me!” you gritted in a whisper when she covered her face with both her hands and mumbled, “I was the false witness to her crimes in the court…” You stood up as your body cried in pain due to the abrupt movement. Your hands clenched, you wanted to attack that sobbing woman in front of you for doing what she did with your mother, who did not exist a few moment ago. You felt that ball of emotions grow inside of you. “Go away…” you said in a dim tone. Polly begged as tears flowed down her face, “You have to understand Esmeralda…. I…. I did not know… I was just being a good frie… ” “Leave me alone!!” you screamed so hard that your throat felt scraped. That night, after having two spoonfuls of the sedating medicine, you did not see yourself getting stoned to death by the men and women of the Gold clan but instead they held pitchforks while Polly and Malaiah torched your body tied to stake to burn you alive.

Thomas Shelby

    He walked into his room and changed into clean cloths as fast as he could. No matter what his mental state was, he always dressed to impress. Earlier, Polly had asked him if Esmeralda could join the family meeting today. Without actually stating it, she’d told him how she already believed the girl to be the part of their family now. A Shelby. Tommy wanted to reject the idea, wanted to tell his Aunt how he wanted to talk to her alone first, present his side of the story. Not an explanation though, never an explanation. His mind was like muddy water when it came to think of the girl and what her presence meant to him personally. He did blame himself for everything she’d been through. Perhaps a meeting with her could determine what she wants to do in the future. He wss willing to pay for everything she wanted to learn or buy as he felt responsible for her well-being now. But he knew Polly, she’d set her mind to it. Plus there was nothing too secretive on the agenda of today’s meeting anyway, just a way to get everybody on the same page about security measures and do’s and don’ts until the vendetta was over. So he’d said yes.

    Walking down the stairs, he casually entered Arthur’s room where everyone waited for him. John and Esme simply nodded their greeting as John still wasn’t over how Tommy had asked him to kill his school teacher to avenge his wife’s murder. Linda too stood behind Arthur’s wheeled chair with one hand on his should while the other rested on her swollen belly. Ada on the other hand came forward and hugged Tommy, surprising him, almost. “It’s good to have you back.” She said before wrapping her arms around him. “Don’t you ever freaking get me into a situation where I have to live with these psychopaths again, or ill fucking kill ya!” Tommy smirked and shook his head. Finn greeted him with an awkward hug too. “Where is Polly?” Tommy asked. “She’s…” the door opened and Polly walks in encouraging someone behind her to follow her inside as well. The girl limped in, crouched shoulders, looking to the floor. Polly helped her to a chair and sat right beside her.

     For a tiny moment Thomas was stuck, his chest paused, as he took in the girl’s appearance. She has bandages on her neck, the side of her temple, arms and no doubt on the rest of her body too. ‘You are like a plague Thomas, anything you touch turns to dust…’ He shook his head to silence the ramblings of his mind and cleared his throat. He waited patiently to let them both settle down before he began. He addressed everyone’s concerns and concludes that until the vendetta is over, it is best for the whole Shelby family to stay in the arrow house. “It would be easier for the security and harder for those fuckers to attack.” Most of them did not like the plan but deep down they knew that not only is this necessary, but also a command from Tommy they had to oblige to as no matter how much they despised him, he still was the boss and had the capability to get them out of the mess they were in. Ignoring the fact that he was the reason they were in the mess in the first place. Linda was the only one who tries to argue but soon settles down when Arthur asks her to.

    All through the meeting Esmeralda kept her eyes down. Looking at a tiny spot on the polished floors until it was over. When the meeting was dismissed Tommy called out her name. “Miss Gold, if we could have a word in private?” He said, clasping his hands behind his back. She had just gotten up from the chair, awkwardly wincing when he’d called out her name. Without turning she just stood there as everyone made their way out of the room but Polly. When Thomas raised an eyebrow at her she simply lit a cigarette and folded her arms as if challenging him to say something to her. He shook his head.

    “There are some things that, I think, need to be addressed between us.” He lit a cigarette and took a drag, "First of all, I’d like to apologize…” Esmeralda slowly turned and looked at him, into his eyes. This was the first time he’d seen her eyes. They were absolutely breathtaking. “Whatever happened was um… not your fault…” she gradually started walking towards him. Her eyes, unblinking and focused on his as she took one step after the other into his direction. Tommy overrode the urge to back up. He could feel his usual stubbornly confident mask gingerly slipping away as his heart started to beat faster with every step she took. “…and I’ll do whatever it takes to bring your life towards normalcy again… that night, in the room…” Without any warning the girls hand swung as she slapped Thomas across his face. Polly gasped standing up as her hand covered her gaping mouth. Thomas could feel a drop of blood dripping from the side of his lip down to his jaw. His eyes burned, his blood boiled but he was too stunned to do anything. “Apology not accepted!” Esmeralda poked his chest with every word, before turning and leaving the room.

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That Other Girl (Thomas Shelby x Reader) [Part 3/3]

Part 1 | Part 2

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 2,244

It had been a week since your argument with Tommy, and you hated admitting it, but you missed him. As much as Tommy was a busy man, and a lot of your time spent with him involved him doing some sort of work while you kept him company, you still spent every day together, and this was the longest you’d ever been without speaking to each other throughout your 6 year relationship, and it was hitting you hard. You found that time moved extremely slow, and seeing as you weren’t on good terms with Tommy, you didn’t really get the chance to hang around the Shelby household, so the loneliness was starting to become overbearing.

You decided to distract yourself by going back in to work at the Garrison, and as much as you would have liked to avoid Grace and Tommy for as long as possible, you still had bills to pay and didn’t like the idea of the customers you’d grown to know over the years, getting used to Grace and you not being there. She had already turned Tommy into an idiot, you weren’t going to let her stop your earnings as well.

You walked into the Garrison to find Harry behind the bar polishing the glasses, Grace nowhere to be seen. 

“Well look who it is” Harry smiled at you, “ready to get back to work eh?”

You couldn’t help the smile forming on your face as you’d missed Harry and work

“You bet I am, my ankle’s not all there yet but I’ll take it easy”

You joined him behind the bar and started sorting out the liquor bottles that were all over the place from the previous night. You had been working for about half an hour when the door to the Garrison opened and Grace walked in, her eyes going solemn as she spotted you.

“You’re back to work I see” she spoke, tying her apron and joining you behind the bar

You wanted to pull her hair out, but you figured it wasn’t her fault Tommy had taken an interest to her, especially as she’s knew to Birmingham and might not have known of your relationship, but you still didn’t like her as you couldn’t shake off your suspicions of her having something to do with that  copper

“Yes I am, slowly trying to get back into it, my ankle really screwed with the balance of things”, you could tell she wasn’t really paying attention to you.

“Thomas talked about you, you know?”, you went rigid at the sound of Tommy’s name, especially coming from her mouth, “He hasn’t been doing good without you, shows up every evening and drinks bottle after bottle. Had to lock him out once, he almost broke the door down” she rolled her eyes at the thought.

You felt worry creep up inside your veins, as angry as you were at Tommy, you still cared for him and couldn’t find it within you to throw away years of your feelings from him because of your argument, but when you looked up from the bottle you were holding, at Grace, the worry seemed to fade away as you realised he had just been spending time with her while you hadn’t heard from him

“He tell you what happened?” You asked, wanting to know just how much he might’ve shared

“No he didn’t tell me anything, just said you two had a fight, lots of rambling about how he was gonna lose you, how he fucked up. I felt sorry for him but then I figured I don’t know what he did, and maybe he deserves whatever’s going through his head”

You nodded slowly at her words

“He came by a lot when you were out with your ankle”

“What did you talk about?” You had assumed that if Tommy refused to tell you, maybe she would

“About life I guess, I’d tell him about my life back in Ireland and he’d tell me about all sorts, ranting about work, his brothers, nightmares” she replied, “he spoke a bit about you, your family” she stated the last part with an edge of disgust, you sat in silence, lost in her words, “I don’t think you’re good for him”, you snapped out of your daze.

“Excuse me?” You asked, astonished

“You and your little posh family, you’re not like him, your roots are different and I can tell he’s getting tired of it.” You almost had to hold your jaw shut  to stop it from dropping to the floor. What was it with people bringing up your family? You had been in Birmingham for years, and most people wouldn’t be able to tell you were any different from those born and raised in the city, if not for your slightly differing accent. 

You were frustrated she brought up your family as Tommy had yesterday, but then it clicked that she must’ve been the one to feed him all those ideas about you being some posh brat while Tommy was shit-faced drunk, and you were pissed. Not only at her, but at Tommy as well for being stupid enough to even acknowledge anything she said about you

“Listen here you freak”, you glared at her “I don’t know what you’re doing in this city, and why you think you have the right to speak on who I am and my relationship, but you best believe I will find out, and when I do, I’ll have no issue kicking you out myself. First out of my bar, and then out of my fuckin’ city, you hear me? I’d kick you out right now if I could” you spat.

Grace stood there silent, and you returned to sorting out the bottles, trying to control your anger and not knock Grace out with a bottle of very expensive whiskey

You had decided you’d had enough of being lonely, and dragged John out of the house to go to the new museum that had opened a few weeks back. John wasn’t thrilled, museums not being his thing, but he was happy to spend time with you, cracking his highly inappropriate jokes every 2 seconds.

“Tommy’s been doing horrible you know that angel?” 

You couldn’t help but scoff at his words

“Please no Tommy talk for today, I just want to enjoy the museum.” You tried to brush him off, but you couldn’t help but worry for Tommy.

You were strolling around the museum, John’s arm lazily thrown over your shoulder, looking at different paintings and sculptures, when you spotted a familiar head of blonde hair in front of you, standing next to a man. You quickly pushed John behind the wall next to you, and slightly peaked your head out to spy on her

“Psst, John, who’s that man standing next to Grace?” You had never seen him before, and your first thought was her father, but then you remembered what she told you about him

John peaked his head out above you, and squinted his eyes to get a better look at the man, who as if on queue turned his head back to look around the museum suspiciously, as though he was searching the area, forcing you and John to quickly fall back behind the wall to hide yourselves

“Holy shit” John whispered, taking his hat off and running his fingers through his hair, his expression a mix of being deep in thought, and being dumbfounded

“What? What is it John?” You asked, eyes jumping all over his face trying to make sense of the situation

“That’s the copper. Campbell.” 

You were sitting next to John at a family meeting, Tommy’s eyes boring into you as you avoided his gaze. It was the first time you’d seen him since your argument, as he’d seemingly been avoiding the Garrison, and consequentially, you. You were feeling a bit better about the whole situation now that your suspicions had been confirmed, but you weren’t quite ready to confront Tommy about it. 

The meeting went on for a little over an hour, Tommy groggily heading it. Just as everyone was about to leave, seeing as the meeting had come to an end, John spoke up

“Y/N was right” 

Everyone looked between you and John, confused

“Grace is working with Campbell.”

You saw Polly’s smug expression from the corner of your eye. Of course she knew

“What? How do you know?” Arthur asked, Tommy was still silent, a dazed look on his face

“We were at the museum”, you saw a spark of hurt in Tommy’s eyes at the mention of you and John going somewhere together while you had been away from each other, “and we saw her talking to the copper, they were all suspicious and everything Arthur, you had to have seen them, looking around the place like a pair of guilty kids hiding from their ma” John scoffed “I’m regretting giving her all those tips now...” You smacked his arm

Everyone awkwardly stared at Tommy, but his eyes were locked onto yours

It was the middle of the night when you suddenly heard banging on your front door, waking you up from your peaceful slumber. You groggily trudged towards the door, as you rubbed your eyes to try and keep yourself awake, however all the energy seemed to rush back into your body when you opened the door and saw Tommy standing outside, his tired blue eyes piercing into your y/e/c ones.

“Can I come in?” He croaked out

You didn’t know if it was the hour of the night, or the sight of him, tired, at the door, but you didn’t have it in you to send him away, so you stepped to the side to let him in, his eyes roaming over your apartment as though he was there for the first time, even though it was basically his second home.

“Would you like some tea?” You asked, worried he might be cold from standing outside

“Yes please”

You led him to your kitchen where he sat on one of your dining room chairs, you noticed he sat in the same one he always sits in, right opposite the stove, so he could watch you cook. You boiled the tea in silence, before pouring it into the mug he had brought over once and never taken back. It was a simple white mug that Finn had scribbled on with crayon when he was smaller, the crayon never seeming to wash off no matter how many times you scrubbed the mug. The both of you sat in silence, sipping your tea until Tommy spoke up

“I’m sorry Y/N” He looked at you with sorry eyes

“Thomas...” You began

“Please don’t call me that” He pleaded

“But it’s your name. What am I supposed to call you?”

“Tommy. I’m Tommy. You always call me Tommy, don’t change that.”

You stared down into your mug, not being able to meet his eye

“I fucked up Y/N, I was in a bad place and I know it’s no excuse but I was so tired and it just seemed so easy to walk in there and fill my system with as much alcohol as possible”

“You believed what she said about me being some stuck up cunt, you didn’t listen to me when I told you she wasn’t to be trusted” as angry as you were, you were mostly sad. Sad your relationship with Tommy had come to this point

“I know Y/N, and I know I fucked up and I know I made a huge mistake I’ll never forgive myself for, but I love you, I love you so much and I can’t live without you. Just this one week without you has broken me and you don’t know how much it hurt me to see you and not be able to hold you, not have you by my side. To know that I wronged you.”

You were staring into his eyes, trying your hardest not to cry

“You’re only saying this because John confirmed she was working for the copper...” you meekly replied, not believing your own words

“No. I was going to speak to you after the meeting because I’d finally gotten the chance to see you. That other girl hadn’t even crossed my mind once”, his voice was firm and you could tell he was determined to have you forgive him

“Tommy... I don’t-”

“Y/N please, give me another chance, I don’t want to lose you because of something so stupid, because I’m so stupid. Please Y/N I can’t live without you” You noticed a tear run down his cheek and struggled to control your own emotions. You loved him and it broke your heart to see him so upset.

You got up from your seat, panic glossing over Tommy’s eyes before you walked up to him and hugged him, his head resting on your stomach with your arms holding his head close to you

“It’s okay, I forgive you, just don’t cry, please. It doesn’t suit you” You smiled down at him, your hand holding the side of his face as you used your thumb to wipe away the tear on his cheek, Tommy leaning into your touch

“And you really are stupid”, you half cried, half laughed “promise me you’ll never do that again” you held out your pink to him

He smiled up at you and took your pinky with his own 

“I promise.”

AAAAAAH this is the end guys! I decided to give it a happy ending because fuck it why not! This is my first completed series and I really hope you guys enjoyed it. I went a bit crazy with the ending and I hope it’s not too cringe or disappointing, I just couldn’t stop myself. I was thinking about making a version where the reader ends up with John instead (because I love John), so let me know if you would be interested in that

Requested tags: @namelesslosers​

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Always Mine-John Shelby x Reader

(GIF credit to @tommyshhelby​)

Requested by anonymous: ‘Can you please do a imagine where y/n and John were childhood sweethearts (no Martha) and she has known the peaky blinders her whole life and they love her too but then John has to marry esme and even though tommy does feel bad he does it anyway.Y/n works in the betting house so they see eachother every day she acts like it doesn’t bother her but is obviously a bit distant with John who is still inlove with her but she is respectful of the marriage so when Michael comes in he has a crush on y/n and kinda flirts with her and John gets jealous not sure if it’s a John or Micheal imagine your choice’

Characters: John Shelby x Reader, Thomas Shelby x Reader (platonic), Michael Gray x Reader (platonic), Polly Gray x Reader (platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name  (Y/L/N)=Your last name

Warnings: Heartbreak, swearing, mentions/intentions of sex, arguing, violence, slight fluff

                                          *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Heartbreak, many people went through it, many people wanted to avoid it. Although your heart wasn’t physically damaged, it felt like it was. Humans often forget how strong their emotions are. Emotions are part of our survival, they determine how we live, it controls our day, what decisions we make. Unfortunately to live, we had to experience sadness. You could turn it around and say that the bad times made the good times stronger, more enjoyable. But it’s hard to think positively when you’re stuck in a terrible situation. 

“He....He’s getting married?” I whispered out, clutching onto my dressing gown as the cold air blew into the house.

Tommy was stood outside, I had invited him inside, but I was glad I hadn’t now.“Today/ I’m sorry (Y/N), it has to be done.”

“Why? Why wouldn’t he tell me?”

“John doesn’t know. And you can’t tell him.”

“Why are you telling me this? I could easily run to him now and tell him.”

“If you do that, you’ll put us all in danger.”

I was growing more angry by the second.“Aren’t you always in danger?”

“This is different. It will benefit the whole family, the Peaky Blinders. He has to do this (Y/N).”

I shook my head at him, crossing my arms over my chest. What with it being so early in the morning, no one else was out in the street, it was slightly dark, with a low fog roaming the streets.“You know I love him. You know how we feel about each other. I’m just confused. Why would you tell me this before they get married? I could go tell him, we could run away together like we said we would since we were fifteen.”

“Because I love you (Y/N). You’re basically family. It felt wrong not to. But I can’t lose you at work either. You need to stay.”

I scoffed.“I can’t believe this! You really think I’m going to stay and see the man I love everyday with a wedding ring on his finger? I can write up my resignation now if you want-”

“(Y/N)-”

“Honestly Tommy, this is taking the piss. You get away with a lot of shit, but this is just fantastic-”

“(Y/N)!”

“Wait here, I’ll get a pen and some paper-”

“(Y/N) would you just listen for a second!?” he yelled, silencing me.“You would be as equally angry with me if I told you after. Just be happy that I mentioned it at all.”

That had been the longest day of my life. Knowing that my worst fear had come true, the man I loved was marrying someone else, made time move at an incredibly slow pace. Part of me pondered crashing the wedding, if I knew where it was or who he was marrying, but I knew that Tommy was partly right. He had a huge responsibility to keep control of his power, but the way he manipulated his family infuriated me. 

“John, are you sure you want to marry me?” I said to him as we laid down in a field.

“You’re really asking that after what we just did?” he asked, doing up his trousers.

“Well, Susanne and Jack do the same as us, and he hasn’t asked her.” my (not so) innocent seventeen year old self pointed out.

“Believe me, I would not be suggesting that sort of thing if I didn’t mean it.”

“So you don’t ask every girl you fuck to marry you?” I teased.

He leaned over me.“I haven’t slept with that many.”

I rolled my eyes.“I don’t care how many girls you fucked before me. As long as I’m the one who gets this sort of treatment for the rest of your life, I’m happy.”

He smirked, kissing me.“You’ve been the best out of all of them.”

“Because I do anything you want.”

He leaned down to my ear, whispering,“Because you feel fucking amazing.”

I blushed, wishing I was able to tease him more.“I’m serious John, that’s a serious commitment.”

Although we were being flirty, I knew when he was being truthful.“(Y/N), I don’t want anything else. I want you beside me. My family loves you, you’re already a Shelby in their eyes, and mine. I know they say we’re young, but these feelings I have for you re strong. I wake up thinking about you, I see other women and think, my (Y/N) is so much prettier than you. And yes, thinking about you writhing and moaning beneath me is pleasurable,” I playfully punched his shoulder, which he laughed at,“but imagining you at home with the kids, waiting for me to come back and embracing me as soon as I step foot in our house, that’s all I could ever ask for in life.”

I sobbed as I thought about that memory. We were so happy back then. We were carefree, easily daydreaming about what could have been. Then harsh reality hit us in the face. He was being forced into an arrangement with some wild gypsy girl. We were supposed to be married, I was the one whose last name should have been Shelby. 

I didn’t want to hear about the wedding day. I knew that Pol, Ada or any other woman in that betting shop wouldn’t mention it in front of me.Though how was I ever to stop thinking about how the man I loved was married to someone else when I worked with him? And his new wife? Esme also had no say in this, she had been unruly and apparently the only way to sort that was to marry her off. But why did she have to work here too? She hated it here, she could never sit still. It was in her nature to be outside all the time, to run free and wildly along with the horses. Not cramped up in a betting shop counting money, surrounded by the lowest of men. Having to sit across from her as I worked was torture, seeing the wedding band made my stomach turn.

"(Y/N)?" John called me, standing in the doorway of his office.

I caught Esme glancing towards me, though I didn't care. It wasn't as if anything was about to happen, John hadn't even spoken to me since they married, not properly anyway. I had been civil towards his wife, but only speaking to her when I absolutely had to. Quietly sighing, I closed the book I had been writing in, picking up a smaller notebook and pen before entering his office. Some workers were peeking at us, they knew the drama, and it didn't help that his office was basically made of windows, meaning everyone could see us.

"You can sit down, you know you can." John gestured to the chair across from his desk, though he didn't sit.

I said nothing back.He groaned.

"Come on (Y/N), you know I hated when you gave me the silent treatment."

"Is there something you needed from me Mr Shelby?"

"You know, that only sounded nice coming from you when we were in a different environment." he smirked, thinking I would break. He was absolutely wrong.

"I have a lot of work to be getting on with-"

"I don't love her."

My eyes widened, and I kept my voice low."For fucks sake John, we shouldn't be talking about this here."

"You know I don't!" he stood in front of me, but I quickly backed away, not wanting to draw attention to ourselves."She's some random gypsy Tommy picked up on the side of the road. Esme isn't you."

"And yet you're stuck with her. So let bygones be bygones. Did you actually need me?"

"I always need you, and I will always want you."

"Right, thank you for wasting my time sir."

I promptly left, feeling my throat get tight as I pushed back my tears. If I spoke another word, my voice would crack, giving away how I truly felt. Instead of returning to where I was originally sat, I headed to the kitchen, not wanting to see Esme. It was obvious her gaze was on me as I brushed past, though I took no notice. Once there, I made myself busy filling the kettle with water and beginning to make tea, just to distract myself. As it boiled, I gripped onto the edge of the counter, painfully holding back my sobs. I couldn’t do this for the rest of my life, it was emotionally exhausting, it was torturous.

“You can’t keep up this act forever.” Polly appeared.

I didn’t bother facing her.“I know. I already told Tom I would hand him my resignation letter, he refused.”

“No, we can’t lose you, even if we had enough staff. I want you to know that I had nothing to do with that. You know what Tommy is like with his ‘big ideas’.”

I finally looked at her.“My worst fear came true. He’s with someone else. He’s married, but not to me. It’s been in our heads for so long, it was all too good to be true.”

Before Polly could speak, I saw her glance behind me. Turning around, I saw Esme standing in the doorway, her usual scowl on her face as she grabbed a mug from a cupboard.

“I’m assuming you brewed a full pot?” she asked.

“Yes.” I replied. 

She put her mug beside mine, making sure it thudded against the counter. When she left, I ran my hands down my face, seriously considering walking out. Polly decided to not add anything. We would just go in circles, trying to cheer me up, reassure me, convince me to stay etc.

Managing to get through the rest of the day, I sighed in relief and tiredness as everyone started to pack their things. Putting on my coat, I smiled at one my colleagues who was approaching me.

“John has asked for you.” they warily said.

I rolled my eyes.“Did he say what he wants?”

He shook his head.“Sorry, wants you in there soon as.”

I thanked him as he left, along with everyone else. Esme held back, obviously glaring at me. She disappeared into John’s office for less than a minute before walking out again, leaving without her husband. I watched the door shut, leaving just John and I. My stomach twisted, heart beating incredibly loudly in my ears as I took my first few steps to his office. I stood in the doorway, hating that he was already looking at me, I was incredibly nervous. 

He stood from his chair.“(Y/N)-” 

“Please tell me this is about work.”

“I need to speak to you.”

“John, I can’t do this. We’re finished now-”

I started to walk away, not surprised when he followed, but shocked when he grabbed me, turning me around to face him.

“I know you feel the same as me. I can’t fucking stand it! I don’t want to be married to her. I don’t want to fuck her in our bed. I’ve only ever imagined coming home to see you there, not her!”

“Well that won’t happen now, will it?!” I snapped back, trying to make him let go of my arms.

As I struggled, John was able to keep a grasp on me.“It can! We’ll figure out a way! But I need to kiss you. I need to be able to hold you in my arms, to really feel you. I want to keep planning our future together.”

“Tommy has made his decision, and with this family, anything he says goes! You really think we could change any of this? Even if we did, imagine the trouble you would all be in.”

“I don’t care. I would take ten bullets to the chest if it meant being with you.”

“You can’t be saying things like that.”

His eyes were crazy, staring into my soul, fingers pressing into my skin. I felt him pull me closer, it was ever so slow, and I could have stopped it. But I didn’t. We cautiously leaned in for a kiss, making memories and feelings flood back. His hands relaxed, moving up to cup my face. The passion didn’t last long, because before I knew it, I was being pushed back against a desk, clumsily lying on my back. John wasted no time to touch my breasts, continuing to kiss me as it slid down my body, disappearing up my skirt. Although it was extremely tempting to carry on, the weighing guilt made me stop him.

“John.” I breathed out, giving him the wrong idea as he kept going, sucking on my neck. I pushed against him.“John, stop.”

He pulled away.“What? What’s wrong?” he went straight back down to my neck, trying to unbutton my blouse.

“Stop!” I said a little louder, managing to sit up and push him away.

“(Y/N), I know it’s been a while but-”

“It’s not that, you idiot! You’re married!”

“To a woman I don’t love!” 

I let out a frustrated scream, buttoning up my blouse again as I stood.“I’m not going to be that woman sleeping with married men, I’m not a whore!”

“Why are you denying your feelings? We were supposed to get married.”

“We were kids back then.”

He pointed an accusing finger at me.“I said that to you every year, we were always waiting for the right time!”

“Life doesn’t always work out John!” I yelled.“This is just as agonising to me as it is to you! But if we ruin this, the Lee’s are going to come for you all, and there’s already enough on your plates to deal with them.”

“I don’t give a fuck about them-”

“But I give a fuck about you living!” I snatched up my coat and handbag, pushing past him towards the door. With my hand on the handle, I calmed down before speaking again.“Obviously we weren’t meant to be. Though at least we didn’t take our time together for granted. Don’t try any of that again John, I mean it.”

For the next week, I didn’t utter a word to John, I didn’t even glance in his direction. I considered sending in my resignation. But after thinking about it, I knew I couldn’t bring myself to do it. These people were my family, I grew up  in this business. If I left, I had a slim chance of finding a normal job, because everyone knew who I was associated with. Why would anyone risk taking on someone who was involved with the Peaky Blinders? I was paid more than I should have been for my position, and they trusted me with anything; it would be stupid of me to throw that away and lose everything I worked so hard for. 

Surprisingly, Esme hadn’t piped up towards me in that time. I thought she might say something, even if she wasn’t triggered, due to her fiery personality. However, John had been relentless with his attempts to make me speak to him, even trying to trap me in the vault with him. I couldn’t break, I couldn’t let him get to me again. As much as my heart ached for him, as much as I wanted him to grab my face and kiss me again, I would never break a marriage. The guilt that would live with me fr the rest of my life was too much to bear. 

At the beginning of another day, I had just breezed into the shop when Lizzie approached me.“(Y/N), Tommy wants to see you.”

I sighed.“Did he say why?”

She shook her head.“You know what he’s like. But he’s asking for you now.”

I didn’t bother taking off my coat or setting my bag down, following Lizzie to his office. She knocked before opening the door, letting me walk in before closing it behind me, and I was left with Tommy, who was hunched over his desk as he looked through papers; however, there was also another man, a younger man.

“Come in (Y/N), let me introduce you to someone.” Tommy stood, setting the papers aside.

My steps were slower than they usually would be as I analysed the stranger. He looked younger than me, but not by that many years. His hat was in his hands, and although he wore a suit, it wasn’t like the ones the Shelby boys wore. His hair was slightly curly, not slicked back or short like most men around Small Heath, and he seemed shy, maybe more reclusive.

“I’m Michael.” he offered his hand out which I shook.

“I’m (Y/N).” I politely smiled.

“(Y/N) is basically family and has worked with us from the beginning.” Tommy explained.“This boy here, (Y/N), is Polly’s son.”

My eyes widened at Tommy as I let go of Michael’s hand.“Wait, you mean...the children she was always talking about...?”

“I’ve come back to find out about my real family. And to start working here too.” Michael added.

“So I need you to keep a close eye on him, help him with whatever he needs. (Y/N) knows the ins and outs of this place, she’ll teach you everything you need to know.”

For the rest of the day, Michael shadowed one of the workers that dealt with the winnings, counting money and figuring out how to run the shop floor. I would occasionally pop up when I thought he needed someone kinder and quiet to help, or just to check on him. He was sweet, but that wouldn’t help him in this environment. Luckily, Michael made it hard for John to bother me, he didn’t have the usual opportunities to bombard me with questions about why I didn’t want to fight for what we had. My shift finished quickly, it seemed like I had only been there an hour and we were already leaving.

“Come on Michael, let me take you for a drink. You deserve it after today.” I offered as we walked out of the shop.

He was hesitant before smiling.“Alright then. Where should we go?”

“We’ll go to the Garrison, your cousins are basically royalty there, meaning we are too. And don’t worry about your mum, she would rather you be with me than with the boys.”

Happily greeting Harry as we walked into the pub, he nudged the other bartender to get my usual drink. After asking Michael what he wanted, I called it out to Harry before disappearing into the private room.

“We’re allowed in here?” Michael asked.

“Yeah, don’t worry. Like Tommy said, I’m family.” the window opened, a bartender passing us our drinks.“So, how did you end up in a place like this?”

We indulged in a conversation about Michael’s life growing up. It wasn’t a good upbringing, he had been through a lot of hardships as a child, and now being thrown into a completely different life was only adding to the confusion he had growing up, but he wanted to be independent. Get away from the boring country and work in an interesting job. 

Michael glanced down at his drink, seeming hesitant to speak.“I hope you don’t mind me asking, but is there something between you and John? I thought he was married to Esme.” 

I scoffed.“He is. Seems to keep forgetting that.”

“Sorry, I shouldn't have asked-”

“It’s fine. You’re family, you should know what’s going on. We...wow, I’ve never actually spoken about this. John and I developed feelings for each other as we grew up, we became a couple. We always said we would get married, anyone could see we were deeply in love. However, Tommy arranged a marriage between John and Esme, it was to form a truce between the Shelby’s and the Lee family, Esme’s family.”

“That’s horrible. Tommy still did that even though he knew you two were together?”

“Yep.” I downed the rest of my drink.“Welcome to the family business.”

“I understand the need for a truce but...”

“I know what you’re thinking. Although it was heartbreaking, I know nothing can be done about it. And I am not a home wrecker!”

He was shocked by my snappy tone.“I-I didn’t say you were.”

“I know, force of habit.”

The door opened, the Shelby brothers walking in, and only three of them smiled at us, it was obvious who didn’t. They greeted us as they sat, the window opening instantly with their drinks on the tray. Michael and I were still tense from our talk, though tried not to show it as Arthur began rambling on about something stupid Finn had done that day. I tried my hardest to listen, though it was hard to when I could feel John’s eyes on me, and he was angry. Everyone else could tell as well, but they didn’t want to deal with John’s attitude right now. After Arthur finished his story, I excused myself to the ladies room, needing to relax. Unfortunately, I couldn’t even go to the loo without any disruption.

“Why the fuck are you here with him?” John demanded to know as he followed me in. 

“John! You can’t be in here!” I snapped.

“There’s no other women here yet! Answer me.”

“He’s a new colleague, someone Tommy told me to look after today. Not to mention he’s your cousin. I was being nice to him.”

“You say you still love me yet here you are with another man.” the rage in his eyes was growing more intense by the second.

“Oh for fucks sake John.” I rolled my eyes.“Why on Earth why I be so stupid to move on with another Shelby?”

“The fuck are you saying?”

“I’ve been battling with myself whether to leave this job because of you! It was terrible enough to be in the same room as you and your wife, but trying to avoid you all day is exhausting. You have to stop trying to make us work.”

His breathing was getting faster, and he hastily grabbed my hands.“But why can’t we just hide it? Maybe after a while I’ll be able to divorce her.”

“I can’t sit around and wait for you! I’ll always love you John, but you can’t expect me to not go on living my life whilst I wait for something that may never happen. And you’re telling me that in that time, you won’t have sex with her, you won’t give her the children she wants? Because I’m not fucking you behind her back.”

He groaned, pulling away from me and turning around, suddenly hitting a stall door, causing me to flinch at the movement and sound. Instinctively, I started backing away, scared that he might flip and accidentally hurt me in his rage.

“It’s not fucking fair!” he yelled.

“John, calm down!” I said, trying not to shout back, needing him to be calm.

“Why was I the one that had to get married?! Why wasn’t it Arthur or even Finn? They know we’re in love! I wanted you to be my fucking wife! And now you’re not even fighting for us!”

I scowled at him, screaming just as loud at him now.“How dare you?! John, there is nothing to fight for anymore! Yes, we still love each other, and I would give anything to be with you again! I would kill for you, you know that. But we need to move on from this. I’m staying at work for now, just until I’ve got enough to move somewhere else, and then I’m gone. I’m not staying where I got my heart broken.”

“You can’t leave.”

“I will. This feels like someone is punishing me for something terrible that I’ve done, but for the life of me I can not think what that could be. I’m done with this John. I don’t want to wake up every morning dreading to go to the shop, being distracted from my work because I’m dreading that you’ll corner me and we’ll get caught doing something we shouldn’t be. I feel like I’ve aged since the day you married, just from the stress.”

“(Y/N), please, just give it more time, we can work something out-”

“No! John just shut the fuck up and listen to what I’m saying! Leave me alone, leave what we had in the past. You’re married now, and I don’t want to have an affair, not just because of the Lee’s but because of the moral of it all. I...I just need to go home.”

“You’re not leaving-”

He grabbed my arm forcefully, and in defence I slapped him around the face. He recoiled his hand as he went into shock, giving me a chance to escape. However, he kept calling my name as I rushed off, seeing the boys standing at the bar, obviously having heard everything. I pushed past them, bursting into the private room to grab my things before leaving the pub. The others were also telling me to come back, wondering what was wrong.

“Don’t follow me! Leave me alone!” I screeched before turning away from them. 

I felt light headed as I stormed home. There was so much to take in, too much had been said in such a short amount of time. Though I knew I had spoken my truth, even if it was the hardest thing I had ever admitted. John and I couldn’t be. Perhaps it was never meant to happen, and we needed to grow up, move on from our childhood dreams of us being together. I couldn’t dwell on it, I was right when I said I couldn’t put my life on pause to wait for him, which I knew would never happen. Until I knew what I could do to move on and away from everyone, I hoped that our argument had sent a message to John, and I wouldn’t have to suffer as much as I had been. Not for much longer, I am going to be happy.

[missymurphy1985]

Friends with Added Benefits (part 3)

Warning - Smut / breeding kink / angst

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A week on from your positive pregnancy test, your scene was ready, you just needed to get into costume. Maddy, your PA was there to help, the dress along with the substantial bump you needed to wear under it was quite the task on your own.

"So any morning sickness?" She asked, strapping the belly onto you.

"None at all as long as I stay away from tea. And shepherds pie.. that stuff is foul when it comes back up..." You laughed.

"I have to ask... Who's the lucky man?? I thought you'd be single forever!"

"Just a one night stand, he's well out the picture now. Doesn't want to be involved." You weren't completely dishonest.. although the actual father had barely spoken to you since the news came out - in fact he'd done everything in his power to avoid you, other than your scenes together. One of which was coming up in the next ten minutes.

"You know, I always thought you and Cillian would end up together..." Maddy smirked.

"What? God no, I'm not interested in any kind of relationship, and he's just a good friend. That's all." You must've blushed harder than you thought based on Maddy's raised eyebrow.

"Y/n, we're ready for you!" The director called as Maddy straightened out your dress and you made your way out.

Walking onto the set - Tommy's office in Arrow House - you leaned on the large oak table as the director called Action.

The scene....

Tommy entered the room, surprised to find his wife leaning against the desk with her arms folded.

"Katherine I've told you how many times to stay out of here.."

"Why Tommy? Got something to hide?"

"Why would I hide anything from you?"

"You tell me, Thomas. I'm never allowed in here. Why? Is this where you bring your whores when I'm not around?"

"The deal was, not in our marital bed. You said nothing about my desk," he smirked.

"Am I not enough for you? Just a mare you can breed when you need an heir? Shame, this one's a girl Tommy - what'll you do then? Keep breeding me until you have your precious son? You've barely looked at me since I got pregnant, never mind touched me.." your eyes watered. Scripted, but it didn't take much effort. Your hands fell onto your belly. "She's been kicking for weeks now - you've shown zero interest."

"Kicking?"

"Yes Thomas. She hears your voice and she kicks - every time." His eyes fell down to your hands, and he bit his lip, slowly making his way over to you. Shakily, he reached a hand out, and you took it - moving to place it against the side. You could feel his hand shaking like a leaf. Silence.. his hand moving closer. He was almost pulling away from you, before it made contact.

"Feel it?" You tapped his chin to make him look up at you. His eyes were glassy, as he nodded.

"Yeah.. it's a girl?"

"Yes. Polly told me. Says she'll be a film star. Ruby Shelby." His eyes back on your belly now, another long silence. He'd turned almost white, even under the makeup you could see it.

"Sorry... I um.. what's the line?" He feigned a laugh with the rest of the crew, but you knew him better than that - Cillian Murphy never forgot his lines. "In fact, I'm not feeling too good, I'll um.. I'll be back in 10 okay, we'll pick up where we left off.." he glanced back at you, and left the set quickly, Paul following him to make sure he was okay.

He didn't come back - the director was pissed but you'd managed to calm him down with the promise you'd sort him out.

On your way off set later, Paul called your name from his trailer.

"Got a sec y/n?" You turned and walked over, he invited you inside.

"What's up?" You sat on the sofa.

"You know Cillian better than anyone on set y/n, see if you can get through to him yeah? He's walking round like a bloody zombie?"

"Where is he?"

"Back at the hotel I think, he shrugged me off when I tried to talk to him. Jumped in his car and took off. He won't answer my calls." You kissed his cheek and nodded, heading out to your car and back to your hotel, calling Cillian once your phone connected to the Bluetooth.

"Hey." He picked up, which surprised you.

"Hey, where are you?"

"My room."

"Are you okay?"

"Yep."

"We on one word answers now?"

"I'm fine, y/n, just felt a migraine coming on. I'm in bed. I'll be fine. See you tomorrow." He hung up, his phone turned off when you tried to call again. You headed back to your hotel feeling more confused than ever. You'd never known him to suffer with any kind of headache, never mind a migraine.

Walking towards your trailer, you caught his eye as he left his own. He smiled when he saw you and made his way over.

"Hey, I'm sorry about yesterday, just a bad day. How're you feeling?" He squeezed your elbow and you walked together towards your trailer.

"I'm good. Still can't stand the smell of tea though if you could keep that mug away from me please, I don't think you'd appreciate me hurling over your boots!" He chuckled and put his arm round your shoulders.

"It's coffee. Wouldn't do that to you." You smiled at the gesture, knowing he much preferred tea to coffee, and accepted his arm over you, wrapping your own round his waist. He wasn't normally so affectionate in public, but you welcomed it all the same.

"So, can I see you again soon?" You whispered, making sure no one could hear.

"Is it safe to.. you know.. with the.. um..."

"The baby, Cillian, you can say it. Yes it's perfectly safe."

"Okay.. my room tonight - after dinner?"

"It's a date Mr Murphy. I'll see you later." He smirked as you left his arms and walked to Maddy's trailer to get ready for your scene. Putting the whole thing down to the stress of him getting back into Tommy's shoes again, you smiled to yourself. Your Cillian was back to normal again, and you couldn't help the slight spring to your step.

[amazingphanisnotonfire-imagines]

Cheryl//maple syrup

Request: Can you do the secret and sins when Veronica comments on the Cheryl’s twincest and the reader defends Cheryl even though the reader kinda diss likes Cheryl.

hey! how is everyone? i hope you’re all well and good! i may have slightly cheated a bit and copy and pasted a previously written out bit from another request where they’re playing secrets and sins. but that’s only because i didn’t see the point in writing the same dialogue again. anywayyyy enjoy! 

It seems that whenever Cheryl Blossom arrives at a party, the party atmosphere disappears. Maybe it’s her grating personality or overbearing need to be liked, whatever it is, within ten minutes of her and Chuck gate crashing Jughead’s unwanted birthday party, there’s already tension. 

Which is not made any better by the suggestion of secrets & sins. Your friends are gathered in a circle in the living room, while you sit off to the side. You want to eavesdrop, but you don’t want to reveal your deepest, darkest secrets, not to your best friends and definitely not to Cheryl. 

It’s clear everyone that’s been roped into this stupid game doesn’t want to be there. Betty shifts in her seat uncomfortably and stares at you with pleading eyes. You shoot her an unsure smile back before taking a sip of your drink and she drops your gaze, glancing at Archie before staring down at the floor. 

Cheryl is the only one that looks like she’s enjoying herself, but you’re not surprised. Chaos and the chance to get dirt on everyone so she can control them even more than she already does is what Cheryl lives for.

You glare at the red-head, who’s smiling brightly as she looks around at her victims and when her eyes land on you, her eyes narrow and the smile is replaced by a smirk. 

“What’s wrong Y/n? Did nobody pick you to be on their team?” She asks, her bright red lips forming a perfect pout and you can’t help but stare at them for a few seconds longer than you should. You feel your face heat up and look away, blaming the alcohol for the affects you’re feeling and refusing to believe that you’ve just thought of Cheryl Blossom as attractive. 

A shiver runs up your spine at the thought and you lips pull into a pout as you stare down at the now empty cup in your hands. You scratch at the plastic and listen to the mumbles and whispers of the teenagers stood and sat around you. 

Whoever isn’t partaking in Secrets and Sins, have gathered around to watch and judge, and you can’t help but lean in a little closer, they may be some of your closest friends, but you can’t help wanting to know what they’ve been hiding from one another...you’re only human and at least you’re not as bad as Cheryl. 

Cheryl lives of rumours. Like Gretchen Wieners with smaller and redder hair. 

“What the hell is Secrets and Sins?” Jughead asks, all eyes on Cheryl as she moves around in a circle, eyeing everyone suspiciously as she starts to explain the rules. 

“Its a variation on Truth or Dare…in which we own our truths by telling it like it is. I’ll start the game with…Veronica Lodge.” She smirks and you roll your eyes at her. 

“Naturally.” Veronica sighs and you pat her shoulder. 

“Let’s begin with the day you and your mob wife of a mother came to town for a so-called fresh start.” She says, her eyes filled with accusations and anger before she’s even gotten to her question. 

You really don’t know why so many people like her, well you do, it’s because she’s rich and she bullies people into being her friend because she’s unable to make them any other way. 

She’s snobby, spoilt and just plain mean, but that doesn’t stop you from sometimes staring at her for longer than you want to and definitely should. 

“Tell us Veronica, what’s so fresh about defiling Archie Andrews in a closet?”

“That was your doing.” She replies confused, her arms crossed defensively against her chest.

“Moving on to dear Daddy Lodge…” She interrupts, getting more and more angry by the second. “Isn’t it true that your father, from prison, illegally purchased the drive-in land? Which makes me wonder, what else is he doing behind bars?” She continues and you glance to your side at Joaquin, who shares a very suspicious look with FP

“Well, I can’t speak for my father…but I can think of someone with a very dirty secret. Specifically, Cheryl killing her very own brother.” The tension in the room shifts and your eyes widen. 

As much as you dislike Cheryl, you know how close her and Jason were and you knew how much it hurt and how she’s still hurting now because of his death. You’ve seen her crying underneath the bleachers after school, you see how her eyes are a little more dull than they used to be. They don’t sparkle as much when she talks and when she’s not spreading hate, she’s just not saying anything at all. 

She smiles less when with her friends, and sometimes you think the only reason she’s horrible to people is so she can feel something. But that doesn’t excuse it and so you shake your head and earn a few confused looks as you try to stop yourself from defending Cheryl Majorie Blossom. 

“Everyone knows how much I loved my brother.” Cheryl defends herself.

“Exactly.” Veronica replies. “But did you love him, maybe in ways that a sister shouldn’t love a brother?” She continues and you watch as Cheryl becomes more and more upset. “And as you got older, Jason started to think it was strange, unnatural. So he chose Polly over you. So you shot him between the eyes with one of your father’s many hunting rifles.”

Her shoulders slump a little and her bottom lip quivers as she looks around the room helplessly. The confident look she usually has, has slipped off like a mask, revealing a very sad girl underneath and suddenly you find yourself standing up. 

“That’s enough Veronica.” You say, surprising everyone, including Cheryl. “Just leave her alone, it’s not worth it.” You add quietly and slowly sit back down again. 

Veronica hold her hands up in defence and you force a smile before going back to picking at the plastic of your cup. 

“I don’t need you to defend me.” Cheryl seethes, her eyes full of hatred as she looks at you, and for some reason it stings. You’re used to her not liking you, but her hating you, hurts you for some unknown reason and you have to take a few deep breaths in order to stop the ache in your chest. 

“This game is sick.” Dilton adds and Cheryl uses the distraction to wipe away the tears on her cheek. “I wanna go next.” He adds making everyone look at him.

“Thats the spirit, Doiley. What secrets do you have to reveal to us?” Chuck grins. 

“I saw Ms. Grundy’s car by Sweetwater River the day Jason went missing.” He says and everyone gasps. People mumble and whisper around you and Cheryl stares straight at Dilton, her eyes narrow. “I told Betty and Jughead, and then Ms. Grundy quit her job and left Riverdale, like, two days later. And let’s not forget that Archie was also at Sweetwater River that morning.”

“Oh, my God.” Cheryl whips her head round to look at Archie. “Colour me shocked. Archie Andrews, is that why you became a mediocre musician overnight? Because you and Ms. Four-Eyes were pulling a Mary Kay Letourneau?”

“Don’t say anything. Don’t get in the gutter with them.” Veronica mutters while glaring at Cheryl. 

“Wait, what? Andrews was banging a teacher?” Chuck asks, his tone a mix of surprise and impressed and you roll your eyes at him. “I wish I would’ve known. I would have added you and Ms. Grundy to the book of conquests.”

“Classy, Chuck, as always.”

“Wait a second.” Cheryl interrupts. “That also explains why Archie can’t seem to keep a girlfriend to save his life. He’s got serious mommy issues. Anything to say for yourself Arch? Were you a victim or a perpetrator?”

“Dilton Doiley plays with guns.” Betty tries to change the subject but she’s immediately shut down.

“Big whoop, Betty. So Doiley’s a psychopath. Everyone knows that.”  

“Well, I guess it’s my turn now. Boy, do I have a twisted secret to reveal, starring Betty Cooper.”

“Leave her the hell alone, Chuck.” Archie threatens.

“Shut up, Andrews.” He replies. “Look, you may get a free peep show every night, but you do not know her. Hell, Betty doesn’t even know herself. Everybody knows why I got suspended, but what you don’t know...she dressed up like a hooker, in a God-awful black wig, drugged me, handcuffed me in the Jacuzzi, and well, I almost drowned until she got me to say what she wanted to hear. And then she really lost it. She actually thought she was Polly. But, hey, you knew all about this right, Jughead?” He asks. For a second, the question hangs in the air, everyone trying to figure out what to say next and how to process what they’ve just been told. 

But then Jughead leaps forward at punches Chuck in face causing all hell to break loose. Everyone stands and FP shoves races forward to grab Chuck and throw him outside. 

While everyone else follows them outside, eagerly awaiting a fight, you stay back and watch as Cheryl disappears upstairs, quietly sniffling as she goes. You look at the front door and then at the stairs and sigh, knowing that this is not gonna end well. She’s gonna insult you and tell you to leave her alone, but at least you can say you tried to help and then you won’t feel bad. 

So you glance at the door one more time and pray that at least one person is filming whatever is happening out there, before wandering up the stairs in search for Cheryl. 

The slight scent of maple syrup and the sound of faint cries coming from the bathroom lets you know where she’s hiding and you quietly creep along the slightly creaky floorboards, trying to remember which ones to avoid after years of practice when sneaking into Archie’s room in order to break him out. 

You stop outside of the bathroom, light coming out of the cracks of the door and your hand hovers over the handle. 

“Whoever is out there, go away.” She sniffles and you roll your eyes. 

Turning on your heel, you start to walk away, but then you hear her sob and it makes you freeze. 

You let out a quiet groan and curse the side of you that can’t leave people that are crying alone, before making your way back to the bathroom and slowly opening the door. 

The first thing you see as you duck your hear around the door is Cheryl sat on the side of the bath. Her hands gripping the edges so hard that her knuckles have turned white. He hair has fallen in front of her face and you watch as she her shoulder shake and tears drip onto the bath mat. 

“Cheryl?” You whisper and she looks up, her eyes wide as she quickly scrambles to wipe away the tears that have ruined her makeup. “Are you okay?” You ask and walk into the room. You close the door behind you and lean against it and her expression hardens. 

“I’m having the best time.” She deadpans and you resist the urge to roll your eyes. God is she stubborn. 

“Look, I know we’re not exactly best friends. Most of the time, I don’t really like to be around you-” 

“Is this supposed to be making me feel better?” She asks and you shrug. 

“But you know that if you need someone to talk to that won’t judge you or really know anything about you, you can. I’ll just sit and listen and you can cry or rant or I dunno. Just, know you’re not alone. You may not get along with everyone in this town, but we will all be here for you if you need us, all you have to do is ask.” You say honestly but anxiously while playing with your fingers. 

She looks at you surprised, her lips part as if she’s going to say something and you’re sure she’s going to tell you to shut up and leave her alone, but instead she says thank you and you feel yourself relax a little. 

“It’s okay.” You nod. “And for the record, what Veronica said was out of line. Everyone knows how much Jason meant to you and for her to say that is just wrong. We all know you loved your brother...a normal amount.” You add the last bit quietly and she stares at you for a few seconds before a smile twitches at her lips. “Would you like me to leave you alone now?” You ask and she shakes her head. You look around the small bathroom, trying to figure out the best place to sit and she moves along a little so you can sit beside her. “Would you like me to sit with you until you feel better?” You ask and she nods slowly, her lip wobbling again. 

You sit beside her, place a gentle hand over hers and the two of you fall into a slightly awkward but not as bad as you thought it would be, silence. 

After ten minutes, Cheryl stands and makes her way over to the mirror. She swipes her fingers under her eyes to try and get rid of her ruined mascara before messing with her hair to try and get it back to looking like normal. 

“Do I look okay?” She turns to you and stands with her arms by her side. Your breath hitches when you look at her and you wonder how she looks so pretty even in the most unflattering light that is Archie Andrews’ bathroom. 

You stand in front of her and slowly tuck a piece of hair behind her ear and you watch as she takes a shaky breath. 

“Can I?” You ask, your fingers centimetres away from her cheek and she nods slowly, her eyes locked with yours and you feel yourself growing warm from the intensity. “There.” You smile once you’ve wiped a bit of mascara away from her cheek. 

She grabs her bag and pulls her lipstick from it, but when she goes to apply it, her hands shake and you take it from her gently. 

Your lips darts out between your tongue as you concentrate on keeping the lipstick in the lines, and you can feel her warm breath on your cheek. 

“There!” You smile proudly once your finished, but she grabs your arm before you can pull away properly as her lips connect with yours in an almost frantic kiss.

You gasp a little and then relax and kiss back just as frantically, but she pulls away after a few seconds and the two of you stare at each other wide-eyed and breathless. 

“Your lipstick’s ruined.” You whisper and her lips curl into a smile. 

“Worth it.” She replies before pulling you close to her and kissing you again. 

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[moral-turpitudes]

A Sister’s Intuition:

A/N: The gif has nothing to do with this one. It just made me chuckle cuz this most certainly has fighting.

Also, this is a weird mix of Arthur actually killing the church dude, but instead of Linda trying to shoot him right after like in the show, this story is like the event that causes her to go off the rails and try to shoot him (and fictionally, Y/N lol can you imagine). So this, in my fucked up mind, is the calm before the storm that is the lovely Linda with a gun.

Trigger Warnings: Fighting obviously, Mentions of Blood, Angst, Family Drama?, Cheating, Taunting, Swearing.

Word Count: 2,114

Characters: Shelby Family x Shelby!Sister Reader

Requested: Yes, well it was suggested but still. Long story short I have a bone to pick with my brothers gf and this was cathartic. 

Request by: Anon, you can find it here.

Summary: Linda is being Linda and Y/N can’t stand her messing with her brother Arthur’s head another day. She just snaps. People and their feelings get hurt. Nothing like a nice bloody family dinner at the Shelby-Gray household.

Y/N’s skin crawled as she heard the voice of the woman downstairs. Her heart racing and fists clenching as she heard the half-hearted laughs and forceful exchange of pleasantries that were painstakingly muttered by the rest of the Shelby family.

As she smoothed out her dress, she heard Polly calling for her, surely to help with setting the table for dinner. With shaking hands she opened her door, her eldest brother Arthur’s laugh echoing through the lavish house as she made her way down the stairs.

“Y/N, nice of you to join us.” Thomas said, patting her on the shoulder as she sulked to the kitchen, avoiding Linda’s ever-judgmental gaze.

“I’ll set the table.” She said, Polly nodding at her with an annoyed expression as she glanced out into the dining room. The feeling fortunately seeming mutual.

“How’s the farm treating you brother? Having fun with the baby?” Ada asked, as Karl reached for one of the rolls in the basket Y/N was setting down.

“It’s good, quiet.” He said, his eyes looking tired and emotionless as the years went by.

“Don’t eat too much now, you won’t want dinner sweetheart.” Ada said, giving him a warning glance as Y/N silently set the table, glancing at Arthur’s troubled state. Thomas couldn’t help but notice his youngest sisters rage as she harshly set the silverware down, especially the knives.

It had been two years since the first conflict between her and Linda. The whole thing starting as Linda slowly brainwashed Arthur. No one really noticed at first, how she sunk her claws into him. How he’d stop his excessive use of cocaine, or his anger fueled drunken rampages on a dime. How he’d mess up on missions, putting them at risk. Or how he started asking Linda for permission to go places and her ordering him to be home at certain times when on business. No one noticed that while some of his habits were best left in the past, he was also leaving part of himself. The part of him that she knew and grew up with. The part that smiled and joked. The part that didn’t question himself and his worth on a daily basis. This was how she pulled him in, and he was forever tied to her now. Seeing as their 1 year old sat in his lap, giggly and oblivious to the pressures and expectations he’d be raised on years later whether Arthur wanted him to be or not.

The big blow up between them though, was when Y/N learned she cheated. If she inherited one good thing in life from the Shelby family it was her intuition. Her ability to sense when a person meant harm. Her ability to know when someone was nothing more than a snake. A soul-sucking, venomous snake.

The night she found out, she made sure Arthur was alright, or at least alive, knowing how he could spiral at any given moment. That was one thing about growing up around a dysfunctional family. Knowing when the others needed help, and knowing when to help set others straight. And he had seemed okay, at least until a few days later.

That same week Arthur killed the man she’d cheated on him with, going down a dark spiral as he grappled with his sins. His eyes brimming with tears and hands stained red as he walked into the house unannounced, nearly giving Polly a heart attack.

Y/N remembering how she sat him down and wiped the tears from his eyes and blood from his busted knuckles as he stared at her.

“These are the hands of a devil, Y/N...how can I be saved like this?” He asked through tears.

“Don’t ask how god can save you. Ask how you can save yourself.” She said, wrapping his hands in gauze.

“What?” He asked, confused. The tears streamed down his face as she urged him to drink a glass of water, given he was already in a drunken state.

“You have to save yourself, Arthur. I can’t do it for you. Linda cheated on you yeah? Well it’s not the first time she’s hurt you. No one else can really see it...not even you...but I can...She’s made you into someone you’re not. You may need to slow it on the drinking and drugs, and get your anger in check, but you don’t have to completely ruin yourself over some words in a book or some girl alright? I want my brother back...” She said giving him a strong hug. She wasn’t known for talking much, always preferring to stay in the background and being quiet, but she threw insults and plans around in her head just like Thomas. But when she did say something, people listened.

The day after Arthur attacked Linda’s lover, she decided to meet with her at her house. The rain pouring down as she made her way up the winding dirt roads, her thoughts running through her mind as she reluctantly stepped inside the farmhouse.

“Oh, Y/N. Wasn’t expecting you.” She said, a disgusted look on her face.

“We agreed last night to meet but I guess you didn’t remember. Must’ve been a bit preoccupied I see.” Y/N said, leaning to the side as she saw yet another man walking around the house that wasn’t Arthur. There was a long, awkward silence before she continued.

“I’m just here to warn you that you’ll get what’s coming to you. You don’t fuck with the Shelby family.” She said spitting at her feet.

“You know Y/N? You’re just like the rest of them. No morals...no class...nothing.” She said.

Y/N smirked as she inched closer to her, standing almost eye to eye. With a quick draw of her arm, she landed a harsh slap to her face. Her handprint stinging and bright red as it adorned Linda’s cheek.

“You’re one to talk about morals and class. People like you make me sick.” Y/N spat, walking off as Linda stood there holding her cheek. Her mystery lover nowhere to be seen as he’d retreated back to the bedroom in hiding, most surely thinking Arthur was there.

As she set the final glass down, she was brought out of her horrendous memories by the voice of her brother John.

“Aye Y/N, how’s your training been going with Finn and the guys? Think you could take him out yet?” He said, a mischievous smirk on his face. Linda scowled as she glanced over at Y/N, probably remembering how her face stung after the blow. The event seeming years away due to the hectic business of the blinders and the growing number of kids in the family.

“I highly doubt she could. Even if she grew up with you lot as brothers. Besides, it’s not ladylike. You can’t fight around the children.” Linda said, sipping her tea.

Y/N’s eyes pierced hers as she sat there. Her appetite fading as she got up from the table.

“Y/N...now’s not the time for this. Sit down.” Polly said, pointing at the empty chair between her and Thomas.

“I have no desire to sit with someone I can’t trust. You’ll get what’s coming to you Linda. I swear it on our mums grave.” She said getting up from the table again, this time making it to the kitchen before hearing quick footsteps.

“You said that last time and nothing happened. What are you going to do? All this family does is make empty promises. You’re just a worthless girl with nothing but her families bad manners and filthy blood money...” Linda continued, Y/N zoning out as she unclasped her earrings and threw them on the counter. Her eyes scanning Linda’s movements as she stepped closer, cracking her knuckles. John got up as soon as he heard her bad-mouthing his sister. Finn stood and made his way near her only for John to hold him back with a smirk, knowing this was long over-due.

She didn’t say anything as she swung a left hook, a loud crack sounding through the room as Linda stumbled back. John cheering slightly as she regained her composure.

“I told ya you’d get what’s coming to you.” She said, as Linda lunged forward and went to slap her in the face, but failing as Y/N blocked her hand and twisted causing a scream to erupt from her lying mouth. Blood was dripping from her nose as Arthur and Thomas came in. To her surprise, they didn’t jump in nor did Arthur try to stop her, knowing all too well his once precious Linda was bound to pay somehow. Polly and Ada shielded the children, holding their hands over their eyes as the mini brawl panned out.

“You’re going to hell!” Linda yelled, punching Y/N in the shoulder as she cried.

“I’ve been there already love, it’s quite nice.” She said moving back and raising her arms up to guard her face, looking for an open spot, eventually landing a final blow to Linda’s ribs that left her on the ground gasping for air.

Thomas suddenly grabbed Y/N’s arm and yanked her back. She wasn’t kicking and screaming, but he could see the rage in her eyes. The way his and Arthur’s often looked.

“Enough. Alright? She got the message. Enough.” He said.

“No. No I don’t think she did. Get off me.” She spat, trying to wrestle her way out of her brothers grasp.

Thomas let go so he wouldn’t hurt her, but watched on as she stalked towards Linda and Arthur.

“You can see how you’ve torn this family up right? I can’t speak for everyone, even for the man you’ve hurt, but I can speak for me and I’ll never accept you into this family again. Never. Now get out of my fucking house.” She said lowly, grabbing Linda’s arm harshly as Arthur tried to stop her.

“Y/N I’ll take her, you go cool down.” Arthur said, his hands shaking a bit as he was still torn between the hurt from Linda’s past actions and the love he had for her. 

Y/N stood up with her arms crossed, her knuckles bloodied and aching as she stared her brother down.

“Arthur...do you remember what I told you that night? You have to save yourself. She’s going to keep you trapped in those same situations again if you don’t do something. She’ll hurt you if you don’t watch out.” She said, wiping a tear from her cheek as she shoved past her brothers and Polly, the children crying as an awkward silence fell over the house. She sulked back up to her room, cleaning her knuckles and bandaging them the best she could, knowing everyone probably hated her now.

“What was that aye?” Thomas asked.

“Fucking hell Tommy.” She said, jumping slightly at his voice from the doorway.

“I was just doing what no one else wanted to fucking do. Someone had to make her and our idiot brother see reason.” She said, wincing as she tried to wrap the gauze around her knuckles.

Thomas silently came over and helped her, trying to think of something to say as he snipped the last of the white fabric.

“You all hate me I already know. I just couldn’t sit there as she acted like everything was fine. Like she didn’t hurt him multiple times. She’s nothing but trouble and no one fucking understands that.” She said, tears welling up in her eyes.

“He can protect himself...I’m sure he’ll come around. And we don’t hate you. Besides, if I was betting on you that would’ve been the best fight of the year. I know for a fact you can take down Finn.” He said, trying to lighten her mood.

“I already did, he just doesn’t talk about it.” She said giggling and wiping the tears away as she gave him a hug. He sighed as he wrapped his arms protectively around her.

“She also had it coming. She said I had no morals...and no class....I just couldn’t let her talk that way about me...and about our family.” She said.

“Aye she did have it coming, I’ll agree on that. But you can’t listen to her. There will always be people who’ll say those things. They just don’t understand us.” He said.

“Well, they should work on that then aye? I guess next time I’ll try not to beat anyone up. I’m not promising anything though.” She said, Thomas chuckling as she broke from the hug and went into her room.

“I’ll see what’s going on down there. You just rest. But uh,,,do me a favor aye?” He asked.

“Yeah?”

“If someone does say something, don’t go at them alone. Tell me alright?” He asked.

“Okay...” she said with a sigh, hoping the night could be over with.

“Good, I’ll see you at the family meeting tomorrow then. Bright and early.” He said with a smirk.

“Oh fuck off Tommy...Goodnight.” She said, play-punching his shoulder.

“Goodnight.” He said, putting his cap on and making his way out the door to whatever family chaos awaited him.

[zodiyack]

Curiosity Killed The Cat

Requested by Anon: I know we do happy Elizabeth Shelby but, could you imagine teen Elizabeth figuring out that Bonnie was never her real dad? And it was a dead beat bastard? I’m feeling kinda angsty????

Pairing: Bonnie Gold x Female!Shelby!Reader, Mentioned Male!Character x Female!Shelby!Reader, Bonnie & Reader + Elizabeth Shelby (platonic)

Warnings: Angst, swearing, mention of teen pregnancy

Words: 1,898

Summary: (See Request)

Note: I like- I had an idea, altered it a little halfway through, and then went with it. I hope you like it, anon!

Taglist: @matth1w, @redspaceace-writes, @simonsbluee, @fandom-puff, @marquelapage, @stuckysslag​, @psychkunox​, @darling-i-read-it​, @sebastianstanslefteyebrow​, @i-love-superhero​

Masterlist | Peaky Blinders Masterlist | Elizabeth L. Shelby Masterlist

She had never meant to invade another’s privacy in her life...but one little detail pulled the small bit of string sticking from the yarn ball, unraveling into one big mess. That was how she’d ended up in the situation never meant to happen. But it did.

It was a slow morning, Bonnie out to help with the Peaky Blinders and Y/n helping Ada and Polly with the boys. Elizabeth had a free day from her schooling and her ever growing mind was still as inquisitive as it was when she were just a babe.

The study, in which her parents did most of their work, was not off limits to her, just a place where she hadn’t been as often. Because of that, she decided she’d spend her time taking care of her boredom by snooping around.

All was going pleasantly until she found a letter, hidden in the bottom drawer of her mother’s wooden desk. Elizabeth frowned to herself, knowing better than to stick her nose into things that were not hers to know of, and began to move the items in the drawer to return the letter to its original place. However, the glimpse she caught of her name, or what looked like her name, sprawled in messy handwriting, caught her like a fish on a hook and reeled her in.

The word had been seen slightly between the folded end and the middle. She wasn’t completely sure it had been her name, so she debated leaving it alone and moving on with her day or giving into the pull of the hook of intrigue.

Biting her lip, she looked around. Then she breathed slowly and carefully unfolded the paper.

When Bonnie and Y/n returned to their home, they had expected a few things. Perhaps the house would be spotless and Elizabeth would act as if it were nothing, or the house would be a mess and she would have a boy over- that idea caused Bonnie to almost crash the car. Thinking of many things they’d find, Elizabeth with her arms crossed, a paper in her hand and a conflicted look upon her face was not one of them.

It was like they were the teens caught out and about in the middle of night by returning after curfew and she was the angry parent. Her expression caused her parents to stop in place and give her a questioning look. Ellie unfolded her arms and held up the paper. Right at that moment, Y/n’s heart stopped and dropped into her stomach. She squeezed Bonnie’s hand tightly.

“Who wrote this?” The two exchanged a knowing glance. “Mother. Who wrote this?”

Y/n hesitated getting the answer out of her mouth. The letter was something she hadn’t thought about, something she yearned to forget. “Your father.”

“My father? But I thought he was my father.” Elizabeth gestured to Bonnie, who sighed and moved to take a seat opposite to Elizabeth. “Have a seat, mum, I think we have something to talk about.”

“Indeed we do, Elizabeth.” Bonnie avoided his daughter’s- step-daughter’s eyes as he spoke, staring at his hands.

Y/n did as her daughter requested, more so demanded, and sat beside Bonnie. She too held a sheepish manner.

“Please, tell me, why am I just now learning of my father? Why not when I was a little girl? Why is he not a part of my life?”

The final question led Bonnie to surge upward from his seat, finally making eye contact with a now startled Elizabeth. “That man will have nothing to do with you if I have any say in this whatsoever!” His face was as red as a tomato, but calmed a few shades as Y/n put a soft hand on his arm.

“You don’t have a say in it. This is between my mother and I.” She looked at him apologetically, “You will always be my dad, but I want to know my real father.”

“He’s right...ya know? I never really wanted you around him...but-” Was it worth it? Ruining his image before Elizabeth had the chance to even meet him? He lived right there in Birmingham, she could meet him and see for herself, but, as Y/n thought more about it, he was a cruel man, one who neglected to even care for his child or his lover who was carrying said child.

“But what? Is he dead or something?”

“No, but-”

“But nothing!” Moments prior, Bonnie had scared Elizabeth with an outburst of his own, but it was the adults this time who nearly fell out of their chairs in surprise. “Either let me meet him or leave me to find him on my own.” She whipped around, her shoes clacking against the floors as she paced quickly to her room, leaving her parents to discuss her ultimatum.

Each meal went by with an awkward tension hanging over the three, the room filled with silence if you didn’t count the scraping of spoons against bowls or forks against plates. The simple sound only worsened the strained feeling in the air.

No answer came to Elizabeth, so she took matters into her own hands, following out her second offer and sought to find the man who gave her life. Each day she’d ask the name of which had been signed on the letter, going as far as to put his name in the newsprint. As a Shelby, she didn’t have to pay a single thing to have the people put anything in the news, but the goodness of her heart got the best of her and the people themselves. They offered to call the place she had been staying when they had a lead, but sadly, no calls had been made.

But one day, while she sat with the same hopefulness by the telephone with a cup of coffee in hand, the ringing filled her ears and a smile struck her face instantaneously. She almost dropped the coffee onto the carpeted hotel flooring as she jumped to set it down and grab the phone. “Hello?!” Her voice beaned with joy.

“Miss! There’s a call from the newsprint office,” the woman from the front desk said, voice ringing with a sense of rush, “they’re on hold- they say it’s urgent!”

The smile on Elizabeth’s face widened, “Please, put them on the line!”

“Miss Shelby, we have him!”

He waited for her in the lobby of the hotel, confusion obvious on his features. Elizabeth slowly walked down the stairs and the second her eyes met his, she felt sure that it was him. “Father!” She grinned and raced to him. Ellie threw her arms around him the second she reached him.

A small feeling of uncertainty picked at Elizabeth when he didn’t hug her back right away. She noticed his hesitation almost instantly but brushed it off when he finally wrapped his arms around her small frame. “You must be...”

“Elizabeth. Elizabeth Luludja Shelby.” She paused, furrowing her brows a little when he scoffed at her middle name, but continued nevertheless. “I’m um...your daughter.”

“Did your mother tell you about me?”

Elizabeth rolled her eyes, sucking in a breath bitterly. “No.”

“Oh...It’s fine with me. Never liked the whore that much anyways.”

Another pang of guilt struck Elizabeth, but again, she ignored it. “Yeah...” She laughed nervously, the unsure feeling growing deeper, twisting into a big sign that told her in capital letters to RUN. But she didn’t.

The two spent the day together, bonding and discussing what he would’ve done with her had he been given the opportunity to be her father. Of course, he never wasted the chance to call Y/n slurs and ghastly words. All seemed fine, Ellie wondered why on earth her parents thought he was a bad man, until he did yet another thing to make Elizabeth’s fight or flight mode prepare itself despite her not exactly wanting to.

He offered to hold her bag whilst she used the toiletries, then when he handed it back, took her to a shop. There, when paying, she found that a large amount of funds she’d been saving up since childhood had been missing. She bit the inside of her mouth and shook her head. But still, she refused to give up on him just yet.

They walked the streets, making small talk as they went by. “You got a lover yet?”

“Not quite. Mother said I should be sure before giving my heart to someone.”

“Yeah, well, your mother got herself knocked up before she was even of age so. Best think about who you’re getting advice from, Eirene.” He butchered her name off the bat, but she’d ignored that too, only correcting him each time- just not this one. “Date and fuck whoever you want, don’t let that bitch boss you around.”

He leaned closer to her, allowing her to smell the alcohol under his breath, the tobacco and surely, without a doubt, plenty of drugs. She cringed, scrunching her face and looking away from him in hope to get fresh air, but something about that smell stuck with her. What had he used her money on? Did his breath smell like that before? Was he intoxicated at the hotel?

“Listen, I think it’s best I get going...” She tried to pull away from him, but he caught a grip on her arm, tighter than he should’ve.

“No. You’re staying with me and that’s final. Come on Eliza, lets go meet my friends. You ever try snow before?”

That was the final time the red lights flashed. In what felt like a split second slowed dramatically, Elizabeth socked her father in the nose, hearing a cracking sound before he let go of her arm and she stumbled backwards a little.

“You bitch!” His grumble was muffled from behind his hand. He covered his nose and mouth, blood on his hand from either places but Ellie didn’t know which. “Why the fuck would you do that?!”

She was ready to apologize, but for once, it felt good to do something un-ladylike. “I seldom act as barbarous as that, but I know one thing. I feel not guilt for my actions, but justice. You call my mother horrid names that she would never be defined by, you can’t even stay clean for a visit with your own daughter nor keep your thieving hands out of anything that is not your own! Let alone remember my name!”

“And?!”

“And-” She hesitated, but rolled her eyes and let it out. “And fuck you. I believe there is good in everyone, but you have shown me otherwise. I thought mother and...and my father were wrong, that my birth father was a good man, but the day started with joy and ended in disappointment. I’m ashamed to even be from your blood. May you rot in the deepest depths of hell, you dishonorable bastard.”

Gasps came the people around them, making Elizabeth look around and glare at the bystanders, “Fuck off before the Peaky Blinders have you all...”

She turned to the man, still on the ground clutching his face, and thought about how she’d spent just a little less than a month searching for him; news traveled fast in Birmingham. “In fact, you’re lucky all you got was me. Because, if you have any brain whatsoever, you’ll leave Birmingham before you get the Peaky Blinders too.”

[rachelsteapot]

Rescued: Tommy Shelby x Fem!Reader Part 3

This is it! This is the last part of Rescued! I hope you’ve all enjoyed reading it as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it. Diclaimer, I had a moment while writing this and managed to switch tense without noticing so if you notice any mistakes, please let me know and I’ll change them as soon as I can. 

Part 1 / Part 2 

Warnings: None 

Tags: @bat-luna-cat , @nothingleftthaticando​

That night, Tommy reluctantly dropped Y/N back at her Battersea apartment, having practically begged her to return to his city centre townhouse. The more time Tommy spent with this woman, the more and more he wanted her in his every day. This attraction wasn’t sexual like his previous women. It was more akin to what he had felt for Grace... 

No. 

Tommy was not going to let her face back into his mind. Grace was gone, a ghost that tormented him in his darkest moments. Y/N was alive, living, breathing. She had hopes and dreams that could still be fulfilled. Hopes and dreams that Tommy wanted a part in. And Tommy always got what he wanted. 

Y/N’s mind was also churning. In less than twenty four hours, she had become a person of interest to one of the largest criminal gangs in the midlands, if not the whole country, simply because she had caught the leader’s eye. And what striking eyes they were too. Slipping into her nightclothes, Y/N placed her kettle onto the fire that she had started moments earlier, before settling into her armchair. Slowly, Y/N drifted in and out of thought, her pensive eyes glazed over as she stared into the flames. She was faced with one of the biggest decisions of her life: Tommy Shelby or Battersea cats and dogs home. 

The next day, Y/N arrived at the shelter, and was met by an odd sight. A large poster was placed on the door and read, from what Y/N could decipher, ‘Under New Management’. So, doing what every good employee would, she opened the door and stepped into the foyer. It was quiet. Too quiet for an animal shelter. Quietly, Y/N approached the door of Mr. Smith’s office, and knocked. 

“Come,” came a reply. 

Y/N opened the door, once again releasing a haze of smoke, and stepped inside. 

“Mr. Smith,” she began, but stopped. Sat in Mr. Smith’s chair, behind Mr. Smith’s desk, was Tommy Shelby. Y/N’s words caught in her throat, and she stood, stunned, until Bruce pressed his head into her knees. 

“Mr. Shelby, what are you doing here?” she queried, bending down to stroke the dog. 

“Y/N, I own it.” Swinging his legs off of the desk, Tommy stood and took the gently smoking cigarette from his lips. “I thought it would make your decision easier if I bought the place.” 

A look of sheer confusion engulfed Y/N’s face. She knew Tommy was rich from his nice suit and ability to pay for almost everything, but she didn’t think he was ‘buy-a-dog-shelter-because-you-want-one-of-the-workers-to-go-home-with-you’ rich. 

“I’ll stay for a few days.” In that moment, Y/N saw a flicker of a smile cross Tommy’s face, and she knew he had won. 

The drive back to Small Heath was dull. But, at least, Y/N had Bruce for company. Tommy had been silent since they had left London, and Y/N assumed it was because he was concentrating on the road. In reality, however, it was something entirely different that was consuming Tommy’s attention. 

Tommy’s mild swirled with thoughts: some about business, some not. Every now and then, the car rocked, causing the crime boss to catch scent of his passenger’s perfume, making his head spin even more. Out of the corner of his eye he could just see her stroking Bruce and god did she look cute. 

Slowly, Tommy’s hand moved from the gear stick onto Y/N’s thigh. He heard her breath hitch slightly, and waited. 

Y/n turned to face him, meeting his steely blue gaze, and nodded slightly. She was okay with this. Part of her brain had been begging for Tommy to make a move, and finally, he was. She felt her stomach twist slightly as his fingers pressed into her thigh slightly, having received permission mere seconds earlier. 

Tommy was one of a kind, Y/N had decided, and if his family were half as intriguing as he was, she would be in for one hell of a trip. 

After what felt like forever, Y/N and her guide pulled up in Small heath. Tommy marched from the car, pushing the front door open, and striding inside, followed dutifully by Y/N and Bruce. 

“Tom. You’re back early.” A thick liverpool accent wafted through the smoke, and Y/N froze. 

“Yes Pol, I made the deal so there was no reason to hang around.” A chair scraped against the floor and a figure stepped towards them. Sharp, hawk like eyes glared at the two as the woman pulled a cigarette from her lips. 

“And who may this be?” Tommy’s hand found the small of Y/N’s back, willing her to answer for herself. 

“My name is Y/N L/N, I worked- I work at a dog shelter in London,” she squirmed slightly under Pol’s gaze, waiting for a response. 

“I was talking about the dog, but nice to meet you dear.” she muttered with an exasperated sigh. “Polly Grey. I call the shots around here, despite what Tommy may have told you.” 

The woman released a long stream of smoke and reached down to stroke Bruce. Y/N’s face flushed with embarrassment. 

“This is Bruce.” Tommy grunted, striding between the part-demolished walls, causing his companion to look to Polly for directions. 

“Well go on then!” she cried, watching the new girl scuttle after her nephew. 

The betting shop, as Y/N discovered, was noisy, smokey and down right boisterous. Finally, she spied Tommy leaning over a desk, and upon noticing her discomfort, Tommy beckoned her over, sliding his hand around her waist as she arrived. 

“Y/N I want you to meet my little brother, John,” the young woman nodded shyly in the direction of a man holding a thick leather bound accounting book as he winked. “Be careful of him, he's a womaniser.” 

“Ah! Says you Tom!” John interjected, holding a hand over his heart in mock hurt. “Don’t listen to him, love, he's boring and old. Come for a drink down The Garrison tonight, yeah? You can meet the rest of us.”

Seeing Y/N’s confused face, Tommy sighed in frustration and shot John a glare. 

“I have three brothers and a sister, You’ve met John and, if you want, you can meet Arthur, Ada and Finn tonight.” taking a last drag of his cigarette, Tommy stubbed it out and stalked away, leaving Y/N in silence with John, who was watching the happenings intently.

“He bought the dog shelter that I work at so I would come to Birmingham with him,” Y/N explained, hoping that he wouldn’t ask questions that she didn’t know the answer to. 

“Ah,” John nodded, as if this was a common occurrence. “You look tired, there’s a sitting room just through there. If Tom asks, I’ll tell him where you are.”

Y/N thanked the Shelby brother and wandered in the direction that John had indicated, the sounds and smells of the betting shop making her head spin. Finally, having located the sitting room and, finding nobody else inside, she settled onto the soft armchair and closed her eyes, drifting into a dreamless sleep. 

When Y/N awoke, the sky had turned the telltale inky blue of night. Stretching gently, she sat up to find that she was not alone. Someone was sitting on the sofa adjacent to the armchair that she occupied, smoking a cigarette with Bruce at their feet. Upon noticing that she had awoken, Bruce stood and waddled over, plonking his head into her lap. 

“Heya Brucie,” Y/N croaked, scratching his ears before stretching out her stiff limbs more thoroughly. She squinted into the gloom and slowly was able to distinguish the identity of your companion. In the half light, his features seemed elegant, his high cheekbones turning into mountains and his cheeks became the deep valleys below. If he wasn’t so attractive, he would have looked gaunt, almost skeletal, like the death he caused every day. But to Y/N, the features of his face were angelic. 

Tommy Shelby sat on the sofa, gently smoking his cigarette while the young woman awoke. He noticed her studying his features and turned his head, locking his eyes onto hers. 

“You’re staring,” he croaked, standing abruptly and rousing Y/N from her thoughts. She tilted her head to watch as he shifted his weight, as if testing the floor. “They’re all at The Garrison waiting for us.”

It was not a long walk from Tommy’s house to the pub, but in a dark unfamiliar place, it felt like miles. Hooked onto Tommy’s arm, Y/N shivered slightly as the evening breeze cut through her clothes making her wish that she had a thicker coat. As she approached The Garrison, however, her muscles relaxed, sensing the warmth and welcoming environment radiating from the glowing windows. 

Tommy pushed the doors open, striding into the pub dramatically. 

“At ease,” he sighed, nodding to the barman as you stepped into the pub behind him. Without so much as checking on his companion, he turned sharply to the right and stepped into a private booth, the noise inside the pub rising like a tsunami.

Y/N slid inside the booth after Tommy like an obedient puppy as a hush fell over the occupants.Looking around hopefully, Y/N searched for a familiar face and found Polly, the ghost of a smirk playing on her lips. 

“Y/N!” her head snapped around to find the source of the voice, finding John picking his way to wrap his arm around her shoulders. 

“Everyone, this is Y/N, she’s Tommy’s new flame, so keep your hands off!” His jest caused Y/Ns  cheeks to flame up and she looked at the ground, attempting to avoid the eyes of the booth’s inhabitants. One by one, she was introduced to the Shelby clan by Tommy and John, and eventually found herself gravitating towards Polly and Ada, who, between them, also happened to possess most of the Shelby brain cells. 

“So how did you and Tommy meet?” the younger Shelby woman sighed, sipping at her Gin. 

Y/N looked up, meeting her gaze and chuckled gently, “He wanted to adopt a dog from the shelter that I worked- that I work at, so I showed him Bruce, and he decided then and there that he wanted him.” Ada nodded as she paused, and Polly let out what seemed to be a chuckle masked as a cough. Y/N furrowed her brow, clearly confused, until Ada interjected. 

“Let me guess, he then bought the shelter so you’d come back here? It's very predictable Tommy behaviour is all.” her clarification caused Y/n’s heart to sink. If this was so predictable, then there was no reason to feel as special as she did. 

Sensing her dejection, Ada sighed. “Don’t worry sweet, If he did it, it means he’s serious about you. Tommy likes to seem all big and hard, but really, he’s just as much of a softie as Bruce is.” As if to prove her point, Ada reached down and scratched the top of Bruce’s head. Y/N smiled softly, nodding to show her understanding. 

“Men, am I right?” she giggled, causing the two other shelby women to smile. 

“I’ll drink to that, my dear,” Polly smiled, raising her glass. 

The next few days in Small heath were relatively uneventful. Despite having been invited to Birmingham by Tommy, Y/N had barely seen the man, except for ten minutes here and five minutes there. Largely, she had spent her time with Polly and Ada, becoming acquainted with the bustling city. The more time Y/N spent in town, or helping Lizzie with some accounting, the more at home she felt. 

Birmingham, Y/N had decided, was largely like London. 

Yet something was bugging her. She wanted to know exactly what was going on with Tommy. His hot and cold nature was intriguing to begin with, but now the novelty had worn off and she was stuck in an unfamiliar world without the one who had invited her there. 

After a morning of shopping with Ada and mathematics with Lizzie, Y/N found herself draped across one of the armchairs in Tommy’s office while he worked on some contracts at his desk. 

“Tommmmm,” she whined, causing the man to raise his eyebrows and hum in response. “Why am I here if all you’re going to do is ignore me?” 

Tommy’s head snapped up, Y/N’s question had caught him like a wild right hook. 

Finally, she had Tommy cornered. 

Tommy gulped, fighting the urge to blurt out the whole reason, that he, Tommy Shelby, was infatuated with this girl from London who worked with dogs and rendered him speechless. 

“I- I um thought you would like to see Birmingham,” Y/N raised an eyebrow as the crime boss stumbled over his words. 

“We both know that’s not it, Tom. Be honest.”

Tommy glared at the woman in his armchair. She knew why, she was just taunting him. Tommy didn’t like to be taunted. Slowly, he stood from his chair and made his way towards his guest, who looked up at him from under her eyelashes. Then, coming to a stop directly in front of Y/N, he took her chin in his hand and pressed his lips to hers. 

“Is that enough of an answer for you?” he muttered against her lips. As they broke away, Tommy thought he heard Y/N mutter something under her breath. 

“What was that?” he asked, raising one eyebrow as his icy blue eyes bore into hers. 

“I love you, Mr. Shelby.”

“I love you too, Y/N.” 

[tibby]

If you have the time can you please please please recap season 4 of riverdale. I was going to binge it on Netflix but things happen and then I saw your post about the graduation episode and HAD to watch that happen and now I’m recommitted to the cause and need to know what happened while I was gone

sure. okay so the season sadly starts with the death of fred andrews in a very sentimental and moving episode that’s kind of seperate from the rest of the show so it’s not really until episode two that things kick off. the riverteens are kind of thriving in a parentless world because milf alice was kidnapped by a cult, dilf hiram and milf hermione are in prison, milf penelope is in hiding after killing a bunch of people, milf mary is kind of just There, milf gladys went back to toledo after her drug empire failed, god knows what milf sierra and gay kevin’s straight former cop dad are off doing, and dilf fp is the sheriff but because it’s fp he’s kind of bad at it. so the riverteens are horrified when their new principal mr honey expects them to be at school on time and disapproves of them throwing school dances because students keep getting murdered at them. cheryl, who an episode prior never wanted anyone in riverdale to celebrate the 4th of july ever again because of her brother’s death, considers this an act of oppression and throws a party at her house. however, as she is keeping her brother’s mummified corpse in the basement, she gets angry when reggie tries to sneak down there. meanwhile gay kevin is trying to make amends with betty for the time he tried to have her lobotomised because of the cult led by chad michael murray. betty uses this to her advantage to find out where the cult is, teaming up with her half brother, charles (not to be confused with chic, who was only PRETENDING to be charles back in season two). archie gets munroe, his prison buddy, to attend riverdale high, and reggie is weirdly jealous about it. archie discovers that this is because reggie is being abused by his father, so they smash in his car and apparently this solves everything. jughead starts attending stonewall prep, where he meets bret weston wallis, donna sweett, joan berkeley, and jonathan. he also reunites with moose, who disappeared in mid s3 after cheryl outed him to the whole school including his homophobic dad, and then his homophobic dad dressed up as the gargoyle to try and stop moose and gay kevin hooking up in the sex bunker they stole from dilton doiley after he killed himself, but it turns out that his homophobic dad was just angry HE never got to fuck gay kevin’s straight cop dad back in the day. it was this whole thing. anyway, moose is like “i’m going by my real name, marmaduke now, so people don’t find out about my dad” but everyone does anyway and so moose mysteriously disappears again. betty finds out where the cult is (after disarming a bomb attached to her sister polly using a bobby pin) and goes to rescue her mother. milf alice reveals that chad michael murray is using the cult money to build a rocket, and his wife/fake daughter evelyn is going to drive a bus full of cultists off a cliff. the day is saved! veronica finds out that her father’s real surname is luna and decides to start going by that as an act of rebellion because he keeps leaving the prison that he owns to fuck with her after she had him arrested. archie decides to turn his gym into a community centre with munroe’s help. cheryl, who, for unknown reasons, obtained custody of polly’s twins, immediately fires the nanny that toni hired because he said there were probably rats in the walls and went into the basement. cheryl goes to make sure that the nanny didn’t interfere with her brother’s mummified corpse, and toni walks in on her stitching him up. videotapes start arriving at the homes of the riverdale residents of said homes being filmed for hours. onto halloween! toni tells cheryl they can’t have a dead body in the horse and makes her rebury jason, at which point cheryl claims she is being haunted by a doll named julian, who is supposedly possessed by the spirit of her other brother that she ate in utero, but the haunting will stop if they unbury jason. toni agrees, but the doll continues to appear in weird places, and cheryl is forced to confess that while she WAS gaslighting her before, she isn’t right now. betty bonds with charles while receiving prank phone calls from polly, who is now in a mental institution. archie and munroe try to throw a halloween party at their community centre for the troubled youths but it’s interrupted by a drug dealing gang trying to start shit in the parking lot, thus giving archie a new enemy. reggie destroys mr honey’s office for the joke but mr honey catches him and is like “you do this because your dad hits you.” jughead uncovers mysteries surrounding strange disappearances of prep students known as “the stonewall four,” and donna drugs him so she and bretjoanjonathan can lock him in a coffin overnight as a bit. meanwhile, veronica burns a man alive in her basement. archie becomes a teen vigilante for the millionth time in the series, jughead and the other stonewall stags go into the running to be the ghostwriter for the baxter brothers franchise, veronica gets her mother out of prison but then finds out that her half sister, hermosa the PI, got their father out of prison, and he is now mayor again. betty and gay kevin start an fbi training course in which betty realises the serial killer gene is a real thing and she does have it, and remembers when she killed her childhood cat. jughead finds out that his grandfather who drunk himself to death but also abandoned fp but is also just some guy ACTUALLY wrote the baxter brothers franchise and is like “i have to reveal this!” so he takes it to his english teacher mr chipping but then mr chipping jumps out of a window before anything can come of it, and jughead is horrified when the stonewall stags have no reaction. cheryl is still convinced she is being haunted by a doll and things are further complicated when her extended family shows up. her uncle discovers jason’s body in the basement, threatens to send cheryl away, and is killed by toni. speaking of death, archie is still on his vigilante shit and asks hiram for help, at which point the near dead body of the gang leader, dodger shows up wrapped in carpet outside of the community centre. betty visits chic in prison to find out more about charles, and when chic threatens to reveal where milf alice buried the man she killed back in season two, charles and fp go to dig it up again and move it somewhere else. to get her family away from her and also in the spirit of thanksgiving, cheryl makes them think that they ate her uncle. dodger’s family show up at the community centre thanksgiving for revenge and there’s almost a shoot out, but thankfully the deep fryer explodes and chaos is avoided! milf mary later suggests the deep fryer exploding was archie’s dead dad’s ghost. betty and jughead spend the weekend at stonewall prep, where they play a homoerotic game of never have i ever with bret and donna. donna says that she and mr chipping were having an affair. now it’s time for the gang to go to therapy: archie gets diagnosed with gay but is also just suffering from an insane guilt complex, betty has mommy issues, veronica has daddy issues, cheryl is being gaslit but did NOT eat her brother in utero, jughead is just some guy. jughead finds out where his abusive alcoholic grandfather has been hiding out, and meanwhile his dad gets shot. veronica decides to fight back against her father by starting a rival rum business. polly rips off a nurse’s face and betty finds out that everyone in her family has a trigger word instilled in them by the cult, so she imagines herself going back in time to STOP her child self killing her cat to learn how to control it. cheryl uncovers her gaslighter by literally gassing her house, and it’s revealed that milf penelope was living in the walls and mad that cheryl had jason’s body. cheryl reburies jason and imprisons her mother in the sex bunker. archie’s uncle shows up, just in time for football season! the riverteens are playing stonewall prep, and reggie reveals that the preppies fight dirty, just in time for them to tonya harding munroe’s knees as he is their star player. archie’s uncle gives munroe steroids so he can play anyway, and riverdale loses but munroe gets a scholarship. cheryl feuds with her new cheerleading coach and locks her in her office so she has a panic attack. hiram threatens to sue veronica for stealing his rum recipe, so she teams up with cheryl (maple syrup queen) to create a new type. jughead joins the stonewall prep secret society, the quill and skull, and reveals that he watched a homeless man die. also, the cheerleading team performs cherry bomb. betty starts feuding with bret and decides to stand off against him in a quiz show, and although she wins, she is accused of cheating and is forced to give it up. she also wanted to use this to try and get into yale because apparently “cooper” is an uncommon name and people associate it with her serial killer father. veronica and cheryl enlist milf penelope and her former brothel in a hotel to run their underground rum dealership after hiram kept fucking shit up at veronica’s speakeasy. jughead is forced to come up with new stories for his baxter brother books, and so he writes about betty’s serial killer father (uh oh!) archie tries to restart his father’s construction company but his uncle’s shenanigans make it hard and gay kevin’s straight former cop dad has HAD IT. fangs is back from cult recovery, but gay kevin has gotten into non sexual tickle porn. toni and fangs get in on this they use this to blackmail nick st clair after he returns and understandably upsets cheryl, his would be rape victim. archie is attacked in the bathrooms at school because his uncle can’t mind his own business, but this plot was fucking boring so i don’t remember most of it. jughead and bret decided to duel, because of course, and betty uses this as a chance to investigate the preppies further. she finds out that bret films sex tapes and blackmailed moose with one, and also has one of her and jughead. she also finds a video suggesting donna lied about her affair with mr chipping. veronica goes to new york to visit katy keene, played by lucy hale of fantasy island fame, who tells her that her mother is dying. veronica returns home just in time to hear that hiram has a mysterious disease and decides to make amends. jughead is accused of plagiarism, meanwhile veronica realises her father thrives off war, and continues their rum battle. archie is now drinking at school and veronica accuses mr honey of being a fascist for having a problem with it. BUT. MOST IMPORTANTLY. ALL SEASON WE HAVE BEEN TEASED WITH DEADHEAD. AND IT IS FINALLY HAPPENING. IDES OF MARCH PARTY AT STONEWALL PREP. AND BETTY BASHES JUGHEAD’S HEAD IN WITH A ROCK. betty tries to prove that the stonewall stags did it instead but donna is an insane lesbian and thrives off gaslighting and fucking with her. because jughead died, betty gets his spot at yale. the core four are accused of murder but cleared of everything. jughead has a funeral, and bret’s attempt of proving jughead isn’t in the casket are thwarted by the sweet pea, the sweetest pea in the room. hiram shows up just to fire fp as sheriff. betty kisses archie to help with her grief, and veronica ends things with them both. but donna is not convinced, and goes around stalking betty, saying she watched her sex tape and knows that betty couldn’t last so long without sex with jughead. and she is right! because lo and behold, jughead is alive and hiding in the sex bunker, despite donna’s best attempts to catch them out. donna knows they’re up to something and implies she killed jonathan when bret doubts her. betty and archie are like “yeah we only dated for the bit :/” but their texting implies it was...more. betty and jughead return to stonewall and expose the preppies, but they decide not to interview jonathan because he “has food poisoning.” or he’s dead. their other teacher kills himself, and fp reunites with his abusive father. betty discovers that donna’s grandmother was one of the people killed for the rights to the baxter brothers/tracy true franchise, and the entire scheme was a complicated revenge plot by donna to get back at their teacher for killing her grandmother. betty blackmails her with this information so donna can’t have the tracy true contract, and everything is “wrapped up” just in time for gay kevin to announce he’s doing a variety show. gay kevin’s intentions of performing hedwig are destroyed when mr honey is like “no, this is inappropriate for high schoolers,” and so the riverteens decide to band together and have everyone perform hedwig songs as an act of protest. meanwhile, betty and jughead fight because jughead didn’t do his homework because he was too busy watching the stalker vhs tapes, and veronica and archie fight because he lied about her father working out at his gym, given that hiram has tried to kill him multiple times and doesn’t really care about his health. betty and archie use this as an opportunity to kiss during origin of love. the variety show is cancelled, but the core four and gay kevin perform midnight radio on the roof, and jughead watches a stalker vhs tape of someone in a betty mask killing someone in a jughead mask. tickle porn shenanigans continue, and gay kevin is threatened over cheating his original tickle porn handler out of money. mr honey then forces them to shut the website down. cheryl leaves the rum business after her mother is threatened because of goons that were mad at hiram. hiram decides to deal with this by going after said goons. archie writes a song for betty, they explore their relationship further, but she picks jughead over him even when he says he’ll dump veronica for her. jughead discovers that ethel watched his and betty’s sex tape, and he and charles uncover blue velvet video, which houses sexy films and snuff films, and jughead is like “oh this is connected to the whole vhs stalker thing.” cheryl is sent a video of someone dressed up as her father killing someone dressed up as her brother. the riverteens turn their focus to the fact that all of them except archie and jughead have been banned from prom for various reasons, and betty suggests they kill mr honey as punishment. jughead writes an elaborate murder fantasy about them doing so, and also kills off reggie and drives cheryl insane for the bit i guess. the riverteens conclude that mr honey was behind the vhs stalker tapes and have him fired, and he tells them they’re all deranged before going to teach at stonewall prep. the school secretary tells them all the wonderful things mr honey did for the school and hands jughead a recommendation letter he wrote him for college. jughead realises they fucked up and rewrites his story so mr honey lives, but uh oh! he and betty uncover a vhs tape of their fictional murder of mr honey, much like the others.

and that’s what you missed on riverdale!