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watching Arthur's handwriting get messier as time goes on hurts me more than anything.
usual handwriting
and then towards the end of chapter 6...
never fails to make my heart shatter
#rdr2#red dead redemption 2#arthur morgan#if only he never beat thomas downes#credits to u/Lafayette307 on reddit for the screenshots!!!
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WHIPPED
Pairing - Tommy Shelby x fem!reader
Summary - You strain from your husband who will not give you attention. He doesn't like that.
Warnings - NONCON, domestic violence, dub con, manipulative, belt whipping, spanking, tommy is mean, degrading words, breeding kink.
Word count - 3k+
Notes - You voted, you received.
Something in Tommyâs intellect changed overnight. Every once in a while, his mind would travel back in time to the war. But now, when he awoke from his nightmares, he still felt like he was crawling through the tunnels. The hairs on the back of his neck stuck up more frequently, his hand rested on his gun a lot. Feeling too skeptical that heâd need to fire it at any second.Â
It had impacted your newly wedded marriage, but you didnât dare to say anything to him. You showed you cared by holding him a little tighter at night. Whilst he laid on the bed like a stone figure, staring up into the ceiling as he refused to fall asleep.Â
The sex had turned emotionless like flowers dying without water. The intimacy was dead. It made you down in the mouth and filled your heart with despair. You only wanted to kiss him, talk to him, be held by him. But he had forgotten who you were.Â
Over the weeks, your sadness turned into anger. You refused to be upset by his neglect any longer. So, you found other ways to find pleasure in your life and quickly realized that the only way to get your husbandâs attention was jealousy. It frustrated Tommy when you started to ignore his presence, venture out without informing him and associating with his family more than him. Tommy would lecture you, wagging his finger at you. Youâd only simply nod your head, awaiting for it to be over. Then it would repeat all over again. But Tommyâs mind was too caught up in his business to find the time to truly teach you a lesson.Â
Until now, the surprisingly last straw was Arthur whispering something into your ear, resulting in you playfully slapping his shoulder and giggling like a teenager. Tommyâs head snapped to you two, everyone in the reading room still watching Tommy as he awaited for you to acknowledge him.Â
After a pause, you finally looked up to Tommy and the stare off commenced. Your eyebrows were furrowed as Tommyâs eyes twitched, he knew you had never been unfaithful. But his mind was now racing with thoughts of the possibility occurring if he didnât put a stop to his behavior. Â
âWell, we will have a break. It seems that my wife has forgotten her manners and I must reteach themâŠâ Tommy declared confidently as he lit another cigarette between his cold lips.Â
All heads snapped towards you and Arthurâs face turned beet red.Â
âThomasâ you sighed as you pressed your hand to your forehead, cheeks turning a shade darker from embarrassment.Â
Any other time, Tommy adored it when you called him by his full name. But this time, he felt as if you were challenging him, trying to humiliate him in front of his family. Tommy took three large strides towards the door and motioned for you to exit in an exaggerated manner. When you merely continued to stare back at him dully he snapped.Â
âGet the fuck up!â Tommy raised his voice, causing everyone in the room to flinch.Â
Tommyâs eyes were strained, a vein popped out of his forehead as his hands formed to fists.Â
âTommyâ Arthur protested, leaning forward in his seat.Â
Arthur was always so loyal to Tommy, but grew to be highly protective of you. He was prepared to cop the fire instead, take a beating if he had to. It was his doings anyways, not yours.Â
âItâs alright Arthurâ you soothed his guilty look, looking confident even though your heart was pounding in shock at your husbandâs outburst.Â
Tommy saw red when you reassuringly pressed your hand to his chest. Without waiting any longer he marched towards you. You jumped up from your seat before he could yank you up. But he still latched onto your bicep and pulled you out of the room with no care as you winced from his hold.Â
âTommy⊠Youâre hurting me!â You cried as he pulled you up the stairs.Â
There was no answer from him. Only the sounds of grunts through his hard expression as he led you to the bedroom. Shoving you into the room, Tommy slammed the door shut and stomped around in circles, his hand tugging at his roots as he heard the shouts and cries of his fallen fellow soldiers. Your arms crossed over your chest, a frustrated expression set on your face by glue.Â
âThomas youâre being dramaticâ you pointed out, shaking your head at his behavior. The embarrassment had drenched you completely, he was too furious to notice how awful he had made the situation.Â
Tommyâs head shot towards you and he glared at you.Â
âPardon? You parading yourself around my brother in front of my entire family is nothing more than me being dramatic!â Tommy roared as he marched towards you. âWhy donât you fucking respect me!â Tommy yelled, his pale skin now red as he grabbed onto your shoulders in a warning touch.Â
His anger spattered onto you as you felt your chest tighten, you scoffed at his words, not intimidated by his hold on you. âOh calm down Thomas!â You hissed at your husband.Â
You fell to the fall before the pain even shot from your cheek. Before the redness even grew on your timid skin. You choked out in shock as you raised your hand to the burning sensation on your cheek. The back of Tommy's hand was still positioned in the air from where he hit you. Tommy had never hit you before, he had vowed to never do it.Â
âDonât tell me to fucking calm downâ Tommy growled.
Swiftly, he bent down to yank you back up to your feet. When you struggled against his hold and tried to smack him away he hit you again with the front of his hand this time. Then he hit the other cheek just as hard. You screamed out in fear but his hand was swift to smack over your mouth.Â
âWho do you fucking think you are? Huh! You wear my name! Youâre in my house!â Tommy lectured, shaking you around like a ragdoll before he shoved you back to the ground.Â
Tommy went back to walking around in circles, his hand roughly massaged his chin as he wondered what to do with you. His disobedient wife. You laid on the floor, frozen in fear as you stared at his polished shoes twirling around the room. With your hands pressed against your stinging cheeks, tears shedded from your aching eyes. Your sobs were silent and rough.Â
A heavy sigh left his lips as he looked down to you. Slowly, he undid his belt and slipped it out of the loops of his pants and folded it in half. Tommy fell back onto the brown leather armchair in the corner of the room and lightly slapped his belt against his knee.Â
âCome here, lay over my knee my darlingâŠâ Tommy spoke in a soothing voice, but had a wicked grin on his lips.Â
You looked up at him with fearful eyes, then your stare was stuck on his belt slapping against his pants. Knowing his intentions, you whimpered out pathetically and shook your head against the floor.Â
âN-noâ you objected weakly.Â
âIt wasnât an offerâ Tommy grunted, he leaned towards you, the grip on the leather tightened. âDo it before I show you how strong my foot isâ Tommy warned, tapping his foot impatiently.
It took you a moment to get up, you were too busy having a little silent breakdown as you whined at his response. The smirk on his lips grew larger as he watched you gradually crawl towards him, wincing to yourself as you climbed up onto his lap and laid stiff on top of him.Â
Tommy sighed as he pulled up your dress, his hand rubbed your ass briefly before he yanked down your panties to your knees. The leather brushed over your backside and you gripped onto his leg in fear as you sobbed quietly.Â
âYou seemed to have mistaken my kindness for weakness, my darling. I have no problem with showing you my ruthlessness, the many tales you heard of me before we had even metâ Tommy explained as he dragged the belt all over your skin.Â
âYouâre scaring me Tommyâ you sniffled out.Â
The inside of your throat felt swollen and your chest ached. A harsh slap with the belt landed on your rear. It caused your panicky yelp to echo throughout the room. When you tried to impulsively wiggle yourself off of him he smacked you again with the leather.Â
âYouâve lost your privileges to address me by my first name, correct yourself right now!â Tommy ordered, his hold on his belt tight as his free hand went around your back to keep you trapped.Â
âTom-uh Mr Shelby?â You answered unsurely, your expression wincing as your shoulders raised.Â
âGood girl!â Tommy praised as the belt smacked against your rear again.Â
You chortled out as he continued on with your punishment. Quickly, you lost count with how many times he hit you as he flicked his wrist in a haphazardly manner. Sometimes heâd focus purely on one cheek. Or do slow and heavy smacks across every inch of your skin. Then heâd do quick stings across your rear.Â
âPlease stop!â you begged, your voice dry and weak, your mouth pressed against his knee as you tried to muffle out your cries.Â
âAw, my darling canât take it anymore eh?â Tommy chuckled.Â
He dropped the belt onto your back and rubbed your tender backside with his bare hand roughly.Â
âPlease I love you Tommy!â you exhorted, desperately hoping this would ease his suspicions.Â
The screech was piercing when he smacked your bruised skin wickedly with his palm.Â
âCorrect yourself, whoreâ Tommy spat.Â
âAh! I love you Mr Shelbyâ you sobbed out.Â
Your head fell back down to his knee, your teeth bit into his leg to silence yourself but he didn't mind. Surprisingly, the pain felt nice to him.Â
âThatâs a good girlâŠâ Tommy grinned, rubbing your ass again roughly as if he was praising you. âIâm going to beat your ass beyond breaking point. Then Iâll know youâve learnt your lessonâ Tommy addressed.Â
âNo Mr Shelby please! I understand!â You protested as you squirmed over him. Tommy was quick to hold you on top of him as you tried to swing your body onto the floor. âPlease forgive me! I wonât do it again!â You pleaded as you tried to blink back your tears.  Â
âStay still before I hit you with the buckle!â Tommy threatened, his words hissing like a viper.Â
You mewled out, but listened to his demand. Tommy picked up his belt again and proceeded to whip you with it.Â
When your cries had died down and you laid still on him, Tommy dropped the belt to the ground and rubbed your black and blue rear. When his fingers rubbed against your slit, he grinned to himself as he brought them into his sight. They glistered in your fluid and he sucked his fingers clean, moaning to himself at your sweet taste.Â
âSeems like I wasnât the only one that enjoyed thisâ' Tommy commented as his fingers returned to your cunt, fondling with your folds and teasing your nerves by randomly pushing in a digit. âHave you learnt your lesson?â Tommy cocked an eyebrow to you.Â
As you tried to turn your head back towards him, you nodded to him. âYes Mr Shelbyâ you spoke out breathlessly.Â
âWhich is?â He questioned.Â
You choked on your words as you blinked back your tears. âTo be a good wife to you!â
âSuch a good wifeâŠâ Tommy soothed as he caressed your bruised ass. âStand up and strip for your husbandâ he instructed as he leaned back into his seat.Â
Through gritted teeth, you stood on your two feet and slowly stripped till you were completely nude in front of him. Your body shook like a leaf in the wind as you resisted not to cover yourself with your arms. Tommy sighed to himself as he looked your heated figure up and down, and then he pulled out his length and gradually stroked himself a couple of times. Not failing to express how aroused he was through his groans.Â
âCome here and sit on my cock eh?âÂ
âMr Shelby pleaseâ you begged weakly, eyes stinging with discomfort.Â
Tommy leaned forward and pointed his finger to you. âShut up before I change my mind, bend you over and fuck your assâ he warned, his pointed finger completely still.Â
You nodded your head like a begging dog and practically ran over to Tommy despite the pain that shot through your rear. You straddled your husband, his hands were on your hips as he grinned up to you, his cock pressed against your inner thigh.Â
âWho do you belong to?â Tommy asked as his length pushed into your throbbing, soaked entrance.Â
âYou Mr Shelby!â You answered through a groan as you slid down his shaft.Â
âGood⊠No more talking to anyone, at all, without my permission eh?â Tommy commanded with a resolute nod. All you could do was nod back as he rocked his hips against yours, his fingernails dug into your flesh as your walls squeezed his size.Â
âMr Shelbyâ you whined out.Â
âYouâre mineâ Tommy growled animalistically as he leant in to bite your neck. âOnly fucking mine. You wanted my attention? You fucking got itâ he grunted as he rutted himself deep inside of you.Â
Your eyes rolled back as you held onto your husband tightly as he drew blood from your neck. The pain dissolved as the pleasure quickly built up inside of your core. Your mouth had fallen open as you were moaning out shamelessly, Tommy slapped your ass and you squealed.Â
âYouâre clenching around me so tightly darling, you want to milk me empty eh? Get yourself pregnant?â Tommy asked, his own breathing heavy as he pounded himself into you.Â
âYes Mr Shelby!â
âKeep on squeezing me then, just like thatâ Tommy coached as his hips thrusted at an immaculate speed. âMaybe another baby in this house would keep you tamed. Letâs give Charlie a little brother or sister eh?â He suggested, a proud smirk on his lips.
All you could do was hum in compliance as you clenched around him. It was so slippery you had to hold your body in place. His balls were slapping against you as you felt your climax climbing as high as it could. The scream from your hot lips echoed throughout the room as you held onto Tommy for dear life. He grunted in response, and shortly followed through with his own climax.Â
Your body fell dead on top of him as you tried to catch your breath back. Through deep breaths, your chest rose and fell as your eyes remained shut. Tommy breathed out, his hands caressed your lower back as he inhaled your scent. He was still buried inside of you, he could feel your fluids drip out slowly.Â
âFuck, that was something else, wasnât it my love?â Tommy asked teasingly as he patted your rear.Â
You whimpered, tear stained eyes as you looked up to your husband, he smiled softly to you, you smiled softly back. He guided your hips up, his coated cock slipped out of your swollen entrance with a pop and he helped you onto your feet.Â
After he slipped his member back into his pants, Tommy guided you to bend over the bed, you winced as you followed through and he examined you. Down on his knees, Tommy pulled your lips apparent with two fingers as he watched your mixed fluids drip out of you. His hands caressed over your abused skin as he stood back up again.
âIf only you could see how beautiful you look my dearâ Tommy sighed, his voice dark and husky.Â
He pulled you back up and held you in his arms, your flustered body caved against him. Your knees buckled as Tommy held your weak stance up, he murmured to you, his face rubbed against yours like a needy cat. Â
âYou wanna come down for the rest of the meeting?â Tommy hummed in the crook of your neck.Â
The thought of you going back down there frightened you, the humiliation of this sudden occurrence felt too overwhelming. Having all eyes on you would cause you to have a breakdown without a doubt, you knew they heard you, your cries had echoed to the fields.Â
âNo Mr Shelbyâ you answered timidly, sniffling to yourself as you tried to cry silently.Â
âThatâs alright, you rest up, you look exhausted. Iâll come check on you later, I have some business to attend to after this, okay?â Tommy spoke innocently as he led you to the bed.Â
Tommy helped you in, you winced at the friction of your rear to the sheets but made no comment to your husbandâs kindness. The covers were tucked in around you, Tommy petted your hair to the side and smiled at you.Â
âThank you Mr Shelbyâ your smile shaked, cheeks still a dark shade of red.Â
âSleep well my loveâ Tommy whispered before he planted a tender kiss on your lips.Â
Itâs what you missed so badly, instinctively, your arms reached up from under the sheets and tried to snake around his back. But your body felt so weak, you couldnât bring yourself up. Tommy hummed and pulled your body up, his hold on your lower back as the sheets slipped down your body already, his tongue slipped straight down your throat as your tongue massaged him. As you moaned directly into his mouth, Tommy pressed your faces together as he gently laid you back onto the bed.Â
âI love youâ you whispered once more as your head fell deep into the pillow, your tired eyes remained shut. A low hum echoed out of Tommy as you quickly fell asleep.Â
Tommy walked back down into the reading room. He knew everyone had heard everything, his eyes locked with Arthurâs. As he shot him a glare, Arthur lowered his head submissively as Tommy continued on with his discussions and concerns to his family.
#cillian murphy#cillian murphy smut#cillian murphy x reader#cillian x fem!reader#smut#dark smut#tommy shelby x you#tommy shelby x reader#tommy shelby#peaky blinder fanfic#peaky blinders
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hmm AU where soap started on makarovâs side. and through a whole lot of falsified records and bribes and a handful of other morally questionable measures, soap worms his way into a spot on the 141 with an alias and an only somewhat bs backstory. he's there to infiltrate, steal information, do anything he can to hinder the team without appearing suspicious.
and he does soâat first, at least. but then there's the clichĂ© getting attached that leads him down a dangerous road. soon enough he's making excuses for both sides as to why he's faltering, and he hates that the team keeps calling him thomas, completely unaware that it isn't actually his name.
it's ghost who he becomes the closest with. it takes months for ghost to stop keeping such an intent eye on him, then there's a noticeable shift at some indeterminate point, and suddenly they've gotten too close. romantically close. and soap becomes torn between his original missionsâwhich, technically, still is his missionâand the life he's created with the 141. with ghost.
there's one night, before any reveal happens, when ghost and soap are crowded onto one of the tiny barracks mattresses. soap has just become so tired of it all, and were anyone to know any of the truth, he'd want it to be ghost. simon. and soap would want him to be able to hear it from the source, rather than from anyone else.
ghost calls him that fake name, thomas, and soap can't take it any longer.
"that's not my name," soap confesses. blunt.
there's a brief pause; a too-long silence. then, "i know."
soap frowns, sitting up faster than he realized himself capable. "you do?"
ghost nods. his face is... strangely placid. he coaxes soap to lay back down. their faces are close. too close. "figured it out a while ago. was gonna do something about it, but decided to wait. to watch. and after a while, you just... weren't a threat anymore. though i never did figure out your name."
soap's heart beats loud in his ears. he wonders if ghost can hear it, too. "it's john," he says. "john mactavish."
ghost hums. "suits you better, johnny." he screws up his face. "thomas was my brother's name. glad i don't have to keep calling you that."
they both laugh quietly. soap relaxes, just a bit.
"and you're not mad?" soap asks after a moment. faint. timid.
"was pissed, at first," ghost admits with a shrug. "and a part of me still resents you. but i've seen how you've changed. you've proven yourself time and again. didn't make sense to keep hating you."
like a lightbulb going off, in a great moment of clarity, soap suddenly knows exactly where he stands amongst this mess.
and he realizes now just what he has to do to protect all he's built up.
"i won't let you down, simon," soap whispers, and he'll be damned if he doesn't see to it that that remains true.
#heyy......#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#soapghost#ghostsoap#ghost x soap#ghoap#alternate universe#writing
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texas heat
Thomas Hewitt x fem!reader
Warning: smut! minors dni!!!
Summary: basically a smut with a plot
Sweat broke on your forehead as you wiped it still half asleep. It was terribly hot to even rest. As your eyes opened and started to adjust to the darkness around you, thoughts about the whole situation were still fresh in your mind. How long has it been? You thought to yourself. A few months maybe? 4? 5?
You stopped counting the days after the first few weeks. What for anyway? It wasnât like you were ever leaving.
***
âCome on boys! We are completely lost!â your friend spoke, gesturing with her hands.
âItâs fine! Itâs all good. A little detourâ the driver laughed without a care in the world.
âThatâs right Sam! Stop being so difficult. Look, Y/N isnât saying anythingâ the other guy talked from the passengerâs seat.
At the mention of your name, you looked up from your book, and then quickly got back to it. You werenât actually reading, but they werenât paying attention to that. If they did, they wouldâve seen you didnât turn any page in the last 5 minutes. Pretending was just a good excuse to be out of this circus of conversation.
You didnât consider any of them your friends. And you were sure they didnât think of you as that either. They were Samâs friends. And Sam was your friend out of convenience, just as you were to her. You wanted to travel, and she didnât want to be the only girl on the trip.
âCome on Y/N!â Sam started âwhose side are you on?â
âMaybe we should stop and ask for directionsâ you finally raised a point.
âYeah? And where the fuck would we stop for that?â the driver asked âthere is nothing around here!â
A sigh escaped your lips and you finally put the book down, looking out the window. Then, suddenly, you pressed your finger on the window, gesturing in the distance âthere, it looks like a houseâ.
Little did any of you know this was the beginning of a whole new chapter in your life.
***
Rubbing your eyes, you looked at the little clock on your nightstand. 11:30 pm it said. It wasnât that late, yet you couldnât remember when you fell asleep. Realistically, the only one still awake was Thomas. The thought of that made you freeze in place. Oh yes, you thought to yourself again the summer isnât the only reason I canât sleep.
Another sigh left your lips. You didnât think you would end up in this situation. Spared by a bunch of cannibals for the sole reason you smacked the driver when he started insulting Thomas.
***
âHello?â the driverâs friend⊠Jason? Jack? Jeremy? J something. You couldnât remember. Your name memory was never your strongest suit.
âHello?â J began knocking again. And a second time. Just before knocking for a 3rd time, a woman opened the door.
âYes? Who are you?â she spoke.
âOh hello maâam!â Sam approached âwe are completely lost. We were wondering if you could give us any directionsâ
Luda Mae looked all of you up and down before speaking âcome inside. You will die of the heat before you get any directionsâ
The boys looked at each other and you looked at Sam. But ultimately decided to follow the lady inside.
***
The memories were still fresh and you were sure they would be for the rest of your life. As you lay on your back, looking around the room, you felt your heart skip a beat as another thought made itself apparent. Thomas. Or better said. Your crush on Thomas. In the past month or so, you tried your best to get close to him. You offered to help with everything and anything he needed. Yet, he did his best to avoid you. You werenât dumb, you knew exactly why. He was absolutely terrified at the idea youâre just fucking around. Lying. Being nice to him so he wouldnât kill you.
âFor fucks sake Thomas. I was nice to you even before I knew you butchered people for a livingâ you whispered yelled alone, in your room.
***
âSo kids, how did you end up here?â Luda Mae asked, trying to see if you would make a good addition to the Hewitt meat supply. Were you going somewhere? Was someone important waiting for you? What was the chance of people coming to look for you? Those were important questions that needed answers. They couldnât risk killing someone that could potentially lead the police to them.
As the conversation was unfolding, the driver and J became more and more impatient to leave, and your head cocked when hearing some footsteps. Before you realized it, this massive man was sitting in the doorway, breathing heavily, not saying a word.
âOh Tommy! Look! We have guestsâ Luda Mae said, looking at her son. Thomas was tall, a huge man, his apron covered in blood.
âOh fuck! What the fuck is that? He looks likeââ the driver said but didnât get to finish whatever insults he was going to spew because you smacked him.
âJust shut up. For once. Not everything revolves around you and your daddyâs money. You canât just speak this way to peopleâ you said, while he looked you completely shocked. No one has ever dared speak to him that way. Let alone slap him.
And that was the moment Luda Mae decided you would be the only one left alive.
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The floor was cooler than the bed. You stood up and looked at yourself in the mirror. It was so dark you could barely see, only managing to make out your silhouette. You stood there for a while, thinking of what you should do.
You liked Thomas from the moment you saw him. You tried to befriend him but all he did was ignore you. On the occasions he actually had to interact with you, he looked so tense, like he was on the verge of exploding. You tried to give him space, but it wasnât really helping. And now you were pacing around your room, unable to sleep because all you wanted was Thomas. The man who killed your âfriendsâ.
What the fuck is wrong with me⊠heâs a murderer, his whole family is crazy.
Yes and so are you. I mean, youâre not running. You think heâs hot. This man could dismember you in a heartbeat and you think he is attractive. Talk about fucked up.
You frowned at your own thoughts. Thomas wasnât a monster. He did what he had to. Yet what was your excuse? Falling for him?
Your heart started racing. Yes, you were falling for him.
After what seemed like an eternity, you went out of your room, down the stairs and into the living room. You stopped in front of the basement stairs and listened. Thomas was definitely still down there and it was now or never.
In the basement Thomas was still butchering some meat, not hearing you walk in over the sound of his cleaver. He didnât like you coming there, he always thought you would judge him, mock him even.
âThomasâ you spoke, your voice making him stop with the cleaver still in the air. He lowered it and turned to you, not saying anything.
âItâs late Thomas. Maybe you should call it a dayâ you spoke softly, almost afraid to startle him.
You didnât get a response. Then, he just turned around and continued what he was doing.
This made you frown and it hurt a little. Maybe he was not liking you as much as you liked him. Maybe he didnât like you at all. However this couldnât be further from the truth. He did like you. A lot. Which is why he was so scared to be around you.
You bit your lip, a little too hard, and decided to approach him. The second your hand touched his arm, Thomas completely froze. His body was incredibly tense and all he managed to do was look at you.
âDid I do something to upset you?â you tilted your head âyou always seem to ignore me. Iâm sorry if I upset you at allâ.
Thomasâs wide widened. You were apologizing to him? What for? You thought he was mad at you? But how could he? He grunted back at you. In the beginning it was very difficult to understand him, but now you could make up the words he was saying. He said no.
âWell then what is it?â you pressed him, gently rubbing his arm. His eyes looked like they could come out of his head, immediately shifting his gaze away from you, almost shaking.
âThomas, Tommy, oh noâ you reached for his other hand which was still tight around the cleaver. Gesturing for him to let it go, you managed to turn him so heâd face you. âYouâre ok. Everything is okâ you said, looking at him. âI didnât mean to make you feel awkward. Iâm sorry. I will go upstairsâ you gave him a bit of a sad smile and turned to walk away. Yet, you didnât get to take two steps before he stopped you. As you turned to him, he gave you another grunt. Stay. This one meant stay.
Both of you were blushing. Your brave girl facade paled the moment you felt his hand around your arm. Compared to him, you were incredibly tiny and for that, he treated you as if you were made of glass. Because to him, you were.
You stepped in front of him, both of you looking at each other. You learned to be gentle with him, maybe even more gentle than he was with you. Because unlike you, he never had people not be terrified of him.
Smiling, you cupped his face in your hands, which caught him off guard, but he didnât stop you. For whatever reason, you were here, you didnât try to run away, and you were kind to him. Before he knew it, he was leaning into your touch.
âTommy?â
He opened his eyes, waiting for you to continue.
âI really like you, Thomasâ
His now open eyes were widened, staring at you, almost looking through you, waiting to see any shred of dishonesty. But there was none. You were genuine. He then couldnât help but wonder what was wrong with you. How could you like him? No. He didnât care. You liked him. And he was going to take it.
He didnât realize some time passed without giving you an answer, which caused you to mumble another apology. He, however, didnât let you finish. You soon found yourself in a hug. A very tight hug. Which you happily reciprocated.
After pulling away, you both looked at each other and without much of a second thought, you pulled the other into a kiss. It was reckless and full of built up frustrations on both parts. You were the first to pull away.
âThomas.. itâs difficult to kiss you with that mask onâ
He didnât say anything and looked away. He didnât want to show you. There was finally something he had and showing you his face might ruin it. He grunted a no.
âPlease..â you pleaded while cupping his face again.
He damned himself for being so weak around you. You looked sad and a little disappointed. He let out a huge sigh and slowly took off his mask, letting it fall on the floor and completely avoiding your gaze. Whatever disgusted face you made, he didnât want to see. Only if he looked to see it was not disgust but love.
âFuck me youâre handsomeâ was all you said before pulling him in and kissing him again. He looked like a deer in headlights, but quickly melted into your kiss, picking you up and placing you on his workbench.
Your legs were wrapped around him, your hands pulling at his hair while he was tightly holding you by your waist. You felt his erection press against you, so you pushed yourself closer to him, which caused Thomas to grunt and moan into the kiss.
Thomas was the one to pull away this time, spending some time admiring you. Slowly, you started to unbutton his shirt âyou can help me with mine if you wantâ you said a little flustered.
He didnât need to be told twice. Once you felt his excitement, you knew Thomas was coming out of his shell. Soon enough yours and his shirts were thrown on the floor, and you were making out on the cold and hard workbench. You didnât care, you also didnât care that his grips wound leave bruises. You just wanted him. He cupped your breast, gently squeezing, earning himself a moan from you and the confirmation that he is doing it right.
âPlease Tommyâ you whined between kisses, tugging at his belt.
He wanted to so bad. But what if he hurt you? He had no what what he was doing. But how could he resist you? His whole body was shaking, you were begging him to have sex with you. Him. He pulled away from the kiss and quickly undid his belt and pants, making himself moan as he pulled his cock out. Your heart skipped a beat seeing Thomas naked in front of you. You look off your underwear and pull him into another kiss.
You didnât think much before starting to palm his length, causing him to moan into your mouth. Thomas started thrusting as you were stroking him. He could cum just like that, but you wanted more. And he did too.
As your back rested on the cold table, Thomas climbed on top of you, neither daring to break the kiss. You couldnât even wrap your legs around him, a detail he found really cute. He pulled away from the kiss only to look at your expression again. Was this really ok? Is this really what you wanted? You looked so beautiful and so turned on. Rubbing yourself against his erection was all the confirmation he needed before slowly starting to push his cock into you.
Feeling him inside you completely knocked the air out of you, immediately kissing him again, moaning into his mouth. Your figure, your voice, your shaking body were making Thomas go feral. His grunts on the other hand made your whole stomach feel hot. Thomas was thrusting into you, firmly holding your waist with one hand and supporting himself up with the other. Your arms were wrapped around his back, face buried into his neck, trying to muffle your moans.
He was hitting all the right spots, causing your mind to go blank and your nails to dig into his skin. Once his voice became shakier, you knew he wasnât going to last much longer.
âOh fuckâŠâ you moaned and he responded by thrusting even harder. It was almost as if your every moan was making Thomas go more feral.
His rhythm was becoming more erratic, signaling that he was getting closer.
âIt ok Tommyâ you said between moans âI want you. Fill me up, please Tommyâ.
Saying that was enough to push him over the edge. After a few more thrusts he came with a low, guttural moan, completely intoxicated by you.
You were both panting and looking at each other afterward. He couldnât believe what just happened. Were you a dream? No. You were there, smiling at him. Did that mean you were his now? Yes. Most definitely.
He picked you up off of the table, squeezing you close to him. He was still panting and so were you, yet, both happy and finally content.
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I Hate The New Hero!
Pt 9 - Smackdown
Warnings: Physical abuse
You wake up to a painfully bright light. Opening your eyes you notice you're in a hospital.
So, like any poor person who can't afford a trip to the hospital, you panic. You sit up straight and try to ignore the slightly discomfort in your body. A hand rests itself on your shoulder and you jump slightly, your spider sense were muddled up currently due to the cafe incident.
When you turn to see who placed the hand on your shoulder you almost scream.
Duke Thomas. Duke fucking Thomas.
This is officially the worst day of your life. How could it not be?
Duke seems to be saying something but you can't find the motivation to listen, he looks worried. People could say Duke was the kindest, most normal person in the Wayne family but you could see right through him.
Something was wrong with him. He's dangerous. He has to be, why else would your senses go into hyperdrive whenever he's around. Sure, he's the most tolerable out of them all but that doesn't make him instantly better.
-
Duke stops talking once he notices your dazed look. You look scared.
He furrows his brows and removes the hand from your shoulder, he slowly grabs your hand - so gentle he may as well think it was cracked glass.
"Y/N..?" He mutters, cursing himself silently due to how awkward it sounded coming out of his mouth. Your name was rarely uttered in the family, all talks being through messages and when talking in real life it was always 'that girl' or 'Aranea's hater'.
Never Y/N.
Duke had mixed feelings about you. He doesn't know what to think.
If only you'd just speak with Aranea, things would be so much easier. You wouldn't be so tormented. That look in your eyes - apprehension, fear, and something else he can't decipher - makes him pity you, you have opinions, they just happen to be the wrong ones.
Before Duke can speak up once more to try and snap you out of your dazed state the hospital door slams open.
Both your heads whip to the door a disheveled looking Dick Grayson is leaning against, heaving for breath.
It certainly snapped you out of it. Great. Just your luck. What is he even doing here? Gonna dump more water on you? Ruin more of your belongings? Rub in the fact you ended up in hospital?
To your surprise - and, honestly, horror - Dick rushes to your side and looks you over...
As if afraid of losing you..? What? Are you hallucinating?
You manage to hear his mutterings, his breathless whispers. It immediately enrages you.
"Thank fuck you aren't dead... I would feel so guilty.."
He would feel guilty? Him?
What about you. Not everything revolves around him.
You're the one that was 'pranked'.
You're the one that had the allergic reaction.
You're the one who now has to deal with her parent's wrath once they see the hospital bill.
With all the strength you have you swing your legs over the edge of the bed and stand up. None of them reach out to try and stable you when you stumble slightly.
You take a deep breath before glaring at Dick, you hope your hatred can override your exhaustion so you can actually look threatening.
"What are you doing here." You ask, though it wasn't phrased as a question - moreso a demand. You watch as Dick fiddles with something behind his back before sighing and handing it to you.
"I.. I wanted to apologize for the stunt I pulled. It was shitty of me to do. I bought you a new phone to make up for it though!"
You can do nothing but stare down at the phone in it's box. It was one of the expensive ones your parents always talk about wanting. You know for sure that if you arrived home they'd snatch it from you and hand one of their beat up phones in exchange.
So generous.
"Thanks, Dick..."
What else was there to do but sigh and thank him? He seems proud at your gratitude before turning and heading for the door. He stops before leaving and looks over his shoulder.
"No wonder you're a shitty person, you're room is super shitty." With a chuckle he then, finally, leaves. You hunch over in agitation. You are so done with the Wayne family - and you still need to deal with Duke.
Speaking of, his voice finally reaches your ears.
"Y/N..? Sorry for Dick's comments. That was super underhanded." You side eye him while he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly - what is he? an anime protagonist?
"And, uh, about the whole hospital thing, I can pay if need be!" He looks like he's ready to argue with you about it, as if you were going to reject his offer.
And at first you were, before you realized being indebted to the Waynes is infinitely better than being beaten so hard you see Bruce's parent's stupid faces by your dad.
"Okay." Is all you say, shooting him a thumbs up before looking to see if you had your bag - nope! You just gotta hope Sherri or Tia have it.
Duke looks flabbergasted for a minute before composing himself. "R-Right, yeah, sorry, I expected more.. Fight?" You watch as he visibly cringes and you can't help but deadpan.
You're from an impoverish family, one that wouldn't hesitate to hurt you. You are NOT risking anything.
"Hm. Well, you offered. I'm not going to decline such a wonderful and generous offer!" You try to hide your sneer but it seeps through your words no matter how hard you try.
With that you walk out of the room and to the receptionist at the front of the hospital. You explain how Duke is paying and leave.
The only good thing in Gotham is that the Hospitals are so out of line you could claim Bruce Wayne is paying and they'd just put him down.
Obviously no one is bold enough to do so in fear of Bruce noticing.
Walking home seemed quicker than normal, maybe you were just too eager to go home and collapse on your bed.
You quietly open the door to the apartment, it was already getting dark so you had to be careful.
But, once more, this is most definitely not your day.
Both your parents are up, you can hear your mom muttering to your dad about having a visitor. You walk into the kitchen, hungry, tired, and so done with everything you don't care if your parents hurt you.
Your mother shoots a glare to you while your father busies himself with his food - eating like a greedy pig.
"Where have you been?! We had a HIGHLY important guest here for you and you never arrived!" Her shrill voice grates on your ears and you turn to the pantry, hoping there would be something to eat.
"I was busy... School work and stuff.." You mutter, if you told your mom about the hospital visit she'd lose her head and you'd be on the streets in the blink of an eye.
That would mean your begging with Tim would be for nothing - you'd look like a fool for nothing.
"Stop muttering, child! That's not excusable! Now- What's that..?" You're mother cuts herself off once her eyes catch onto the new and expensive-looking box in your hand.
You hesitate before holding it out, she would've taken it from you anyway, best not to put up a fight.
"... Mr Grayson got me a new phone after accidentally breaking mine" You speak up, louder than before. You mom hated when you spoke under your breath, made her feel like she is the only one who can speak in the house.
She yanks it out of your hands and looks over it, your dad also seems to draw his attention to it. His eyes narrowing as he takes in the fancy thing in your mother's hands.
Your mother turns it around in her hands "Hm... You know, you don't need such a nice phone... You're only in high school. I'll take this and you can have my one!" She grins cockily.
Your dad slams his hands on the table and glares at you and your mom.
"Where is my one" he signs angrily. You gulp, you're in serious danger now..
"I.. Dick didn't get a second.. The phone was meant for me is all!" Your words falling out of your mouth like vomit.
To say your dad isn't happy would be an understatement. Your mom, noticing his demeanor, hums and says something about taking a shower as she leaves the kitchen.
Your dad stands up, fists clenched, he walks around the bench and stalks up to you. You take a step back, you can see your hands shaking in front of you as you brace for impact.
One punch across your jaw, a kick to the knee, a pull to your hair that brings you to the floor with a cry.
if it was a criminal and you were Aranea you would fight back, defend yourself. But, this is your dad, you can't bring yourself to fight back - you hate him, god you hate him.
A kick directs itself into your stomach, then your lips, then back down to your ribcage. You swear your gums are bleeding, you feel blood drip from your busted lip.
You do what you usually do when confronted with this situation.
You zone out, pretend you're in a better world, a better life.
Eventually you go unconscious, unaware of when or how. When you wake up you're on the kitchen floor and the morning light casts in your eyes like a lamp that's too bright.
You groan and sit up, blood on your tongue, your clothes, and your skin. You'll need to have a quick shower because school starts in an hour.
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~ Some drabbles of the LADS Men and Hair~
(Done as a writing warmup) ===LADS x Reader===
Xavier:
The least particular about his hair, he couldn't care less how it looks. The only time he even thinks about it is when its starts to get in his eyes. It only happens every few decades, as his hair grows at the same rate that he ages....which is slow.
Like most people he likes ot have his hair played with, but there's something about that just really soothes him. A few gentle pets and he's off to sleep.
Your hair might be different in this life, but he still loves it. He remembers how you used to do it back on Philos, and always gets a little flustered when you do it similarly now.
One of his favorite activities is the little beauty rituals you do, and he's always quietly eager for you to ask him to join him. Quiet evenings after a long day where you put your and his hair up and slather your faces in some new mud mask that smells like roses or lemon. The little bunny headband that shows up next to yours in the bathroom drawer is there inescplicably. And the new set of hair clips. And the under eyes masks.
During those nights, he'll comb through your hair. Taking his time to meticulously untangle each and ever knot, working so slowly you never even feel a tug. It's ritualistic. It's worship.
Zayne:
He's not too picky about his hair, but he likes to keep it groomed. A haircut every three months is mandatory, and he's been seeing the same barber since he was young. There's no fuss or frill to it, just practicality. He can't have crazyu hair products or unruly hair while in the OR.
While he's not vain, he does take some pride in his appearance, and messing up his hair can sometimes irk him a bit. Not enough to remark back, but enough to cup your fac in his hands and give your cheeks a soft pinch. A low warning about ruffling your hair too if need be. He'd never actually do it, but its fun to him to see the little pout on your face.
Your hair is a different story to him. Like other parts of you, its an integral perfect part fo you. The color of it sticking so firmling in his mind that a flash of it out the corner of his eye will have his heart skipping a beat. Constantly in search of you.
When you're together, he likes when its down. He understand that hunters need their hair up most of the time, so it's nice to see you in this way. Like a special treat, just for him.
He'll softly run his hands through it. Tender, tiny touches, never rustling more than a few strands at a time. Whether you're watching a movie, or sitting and working near each other, he'll find some way to fiddle with it. Tucking some out of your face. Adjusting an errant strand. Something.
Rafayel:
The most particular about his hair than the rest of the boys, but by no means fussy. Though compared to others he can be. His hair is used to water, and so can dry out easily. He struggled for a long time to maintain it-- inexplicable frizz and split ends arising enough to make him want to just cut it.
But if looked different...if he cut it, how would you recognize him? A bitter part of him hissed that you weren't here. That this life was one to live without you. But that hopeful part of him....that yearning ember that burned with the vow he made, held onto the hope too tightly.
So he kept his hair as close as he could to what it had been before. To the other times he'd been luck enough to meet you.
Once he's gotten a reputation as a painter and has a public persona, Thomas helps him. Sends him to a stylist who regularly douses him in deep conditioner and oil treatments.
It's a pain, but tolerable. Like most things.
When you come back to him, you take over his haircare. He insists. You set up in his oversized bathroom and help him figure out the deep conditioner. MAssaging his scalp and doting on him.
He's melting sugar in your palm, too spoiled to find anything to complain when you've got your fingers in his hair. It becomes a vice of his. A little ruffle or a pet and his breathing stutters.
He finds hair care for your hair too. A conditioner or clarifying treatment, insisting you take part in the ritual he's subjected to. Only he won't let you put it on yourself- even though you can.
He lingers. Running his fingers through your hair far longer than necessary.
After waiting for so long, any touch is too short. Every moment of contact is prolonged to its absolute length.
Sylus:
He's a man of particular tastes, but has a hard time trusting people. So he can't exactly go to a barber. Letting someone near his neck with scissors or worse a razor? No thanks.
He cuts his own hair, with the help of his evol and a few mirrors. It's taken him a while to figure it out, but it'll do.
He's the one who likes his hair being played with the lost, will go so far as to ask for it. At first its a taunt, a playful jab at you to see if you get flustered at the request.
You're surprised by how quickly he melts when you start touching him. Runing your fingers through his soft silver hair until he's practically purring.
Its a dangerous activity for him, because more often than not he ends with his head in your lap and on the brink of sleep. Unable to stop himself from sinking into the delicious feeling of your warm touch, and the reassuring hum from the linkage.
Since he's one to spoil you, anything you want for your hair is yours to have. A new haircare regimine? Ordered. New hair appliance? 1-Day Shipping. A personal stylist? Done.
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Gonna need a part two where the slashers realize their s/o is alive >:â(
Slashers Fix You Up
Slashers Included: Thomas Hewitt, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Asa Emory, Michael Meyers, The Sinclair Brothers
TW: Violence and Gore
Thomas Hewitt:
The wound to your stomach was deep. It tore through deep tissue and muscle, but lucky for you, Thomas knew exactly what to do.
Not only had he been stabbed like that, but heâd become really good at sewing and stitching up human skin.
You woke up, feeling groggy, but immediately recognized the basement you were in. You laid on Tommyâs workbench, shirt off and torso numb.
When you looked down you saw Thomas hunched over you, huge hands trying hard to delicately sew you up, fingers covered in your blood.
You whispered to him, and you couldâve sworn you saw his heart skipped a beat. He jumped up, immediately grabbing the side of your face with relief written all over his face, eyes wide and breath heavy. He wouldnât know what to do with himself if he lost you.
Billy Loomis:
Nothing when like it was supposed to that night. Sydney got away, Stu stabbed him too hard, and the worst of allâŠhe stood above you, watching your blood pool on the hardwood of Stuâs living room.
He bent down, putting pressure on your wound while looking around the room, taking deep breaths and trying to think rationallyâŠhe needed to get you out of here. He quickly lifted you, trying to ignore your pained groans. He hated seeing you like this.
The moment he got your arm around his shoulders and your feet on the ground, he heard themâŠsirens. He was conflicted. Relief washed over him. He knew youâd be getting help soon butâŠif he didnât runâŠSyd would tell them everything. Heâd go to jail, be found guilty for murder.
In that moment, he didnât care. He helped you limp towards the front door, pushing it open. Youâd lost too much bloodâŠyou didnât even realize that Billy was sacrificing himself to save your life.
Stu Macher:
Stu watched his entire world fall apart when Billy stabbed you. He watched you fall, holding your gushing stomach, blood seeping from between your fingers.
He rushed to your side, hands covering your wound as he laid you back onto the ground.
âJust look at me. Donât worry, keep looking at me.â He refused to let you look at your wound. He didnât want you to be scared about how hurt you were. He lifted your hands to inspect your woundâŠhe sighed in relief.
âItâs okay babyâŠthe bleeding is slowing downâŠyouâre gonna be okayâŠâ
Asa Emory:
Asa never expected you to fall into one of his traps. He was beating himself up about it, but there was no time. He lifted you onto his operating table, covering your entire body with gauze.
He started slow, sutures and thread in his precise hands. You were covered in deep wounds, caused by rusty nailsâŠhe whispered his apologies, holding one hand as he poured antiseptic over you. It burned, it was unbearableâŠbut you trusted him.
He carefully sewed each wound with a single suture, making sure to reassure you and stop the bleeding whenever it happened. It took him hours, but nothing would stop him from fixing you. Fixing your skin, fixing his love.
Michael Meyers:
For the first time in his entire life, he felt guilt. He felt a storm of emotions, but as he stared at your knife wound- the one his dumbass causedâŠ- he knew it wouldnât kill you. Heâd never felt so terrible and so relieved in his life.
He quickly scooped you up, carrying you into the bathroom with shaking fingers. His hands had never shaken beforeâŠ
He slammed open your medicine cabinet, hard enough to crack the glass, and popped open the first aid kit, sending gauze and band-aids onto the bathroom floor. Youâd patched him up plenty of times so it should be easyâŠright?
Six butterfly bandages, four bandaids, and two complete rolls of gauze later, you felt like you might be suffocated by the first-aid supplies butâŠheâd tried his best. And, you werenât bleeding anymore.
Sinclair Brothers:
The blow to the face had broken your eyebrow and sliced your skin, and the fall to the floor left you with a concussion and a sprained wrist. Vincent carried you downstairs gently, knowing he had the supplies to fix you up in his workshop.
All three brothers stayed by your side, and you were never alone over the course of the next week, especially while you were sleeping, until your concussion headache finally went away.
Your face was bruised and swollen and it hurt like nothing else youâd experienced, especially the cut on your eyebrow.
But, every morning when you walked downstairs, you received a kiss on the eyebrow from each Sinclair brother, and they all treated you like you were made of porcelain, even Bo.
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Thought I'd elaborate on the tags from my previous post, so here's some things about Arthur's tuberculosis. There's some confusion sometimes about how Arthur's TB didn't spread to the rest of the gang, and since all things vaccines and medical care are my thing, I thought I'd break it down.
Firstly, there's different types of tuberculosis.
Thomas Downes had very aggressive tuberculosis, and likely didn't have much time left whether Arthur had beat him or not. Arthur caught the illness from Thomas spitting blood in Arthur's face, near his mouth.
Now, "active" tuberculosis can spread very quickly and can make you ill very quickly, but there's also something called Latent Tuberculosis (LTBI). This form of tuberculosis is spread through a different strain of bacteria compared to active tuberculosis, meaning that the illness can stay in you for a very long time without displaying any symptoms. You cannot spread it unless you give someone the bacteria through specific means, like Thomas Downes' spitting blood in Arthur's mouth.
Secondly, people who have latent tuberculosis are infected with the TB bacteria, not the TB disease.
The latent tuberculosis bacteria essentially "sleeps" in your body until it's either woken up, or you're on medication that keeps it "asleep". You can live a regular life with latent tuberculosis for the most part, and in Arthur's case, he did for a little while. He didn't show many symptoms until the later chapters.
But the thing is, latent tuberculosis can very easily become active tuberculosis.
Things like stress, lack of self care, poor living conditions, and Arthur's lifestyle in general, did not help Arthur's illness. I'd argue and say that Guarma was the point that Arthur's tuberculosis really became active, the whole situation with what happened on that island was enough to set it off irreversibly.
So there's a chance that if Guarma never happened, then Arthur may have had a little more time. But that's just me.
The depth of how not only Arthur changed, but his illness changing with him, physically aches me.
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Pinch Me
Gally x reader summary: Gally isn't dead after all. In fact, he's very much alive. And so is that weird feeling in your stomach whenever you look at him.
a/n: god the lack of maze runner fics on my blog is unbelievable!!! needed to change that desperately
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You eye Gally carefully from the side as you wait. There's only one telescope and it's not like you're gonna line up behind Thomas to use it - no, you take the time to sit down on the ground and narrow your eyes at the newly un-dead glader next to you instead.
He's taller than when you'd last seen him. You'd noticed how much he'd grown the very first second you'd lain eyes on him. But he's got broader, too. He looks older, much older. More like an adult now. And that hoodie suits him. A little too well, actually.
"You're staring", Gally says, pulling you from your silent assessment of him. He doesn't even turn to look back at you. Some voice in the back of your head pipes up, tells you that you should probably feel embarrassed that he's caught you - but you don't, somehow. Instead, you hum in agreement. Yeah, you had been staring. You are staring.
"Are you trying to check if I'm real or what?", he asks with a chuckle, one that's surely supposed to cover up the fact that he sounds quite a bit nervous underneath. It doesn't really help. You hear the shake in his voice anyway.
It has you grinning just a little.
"Honestly?", you smile, trailing your eyes along him once more. "I kind of am."
He looks back at you then, finally, turns his head to yours and meets your eyes.
"You wanna pinch me to make sure?", he asks, seemingly serious with his eyebrows raised, but with a twinkle in his eyes that you've rarely seen in them. Your grin widens even further.
Without another word, you lean forward and pinch his arm. Just like that.
He doesn't even flinch.
He's warm under your fingertips, warm despite that thick, woolen hoodie he's wearing that looks so comfortable you honestly want to steal it from him. You pull back with a satisfied grin.
"Very much real", you approve, and then the corners of his lips tug up and you almost black out. Your heart really skips a beat. Just because he's smiling back at you. Oh, lord.
You settle a little further back and let out a breath.
"I'm glad you're not dead, Gally", you mutter, trying to keep your voice down so Newt and Thomas won't necessarily hear you. It's not that you want to keep it a secret, you just want to keep it private. It doesn't concern them. This is something between you and Gally. Something personal. Something that tugs at you and pulls you to him.
You don't know what it is exactly.
Maybe just relief, relief that at least one other glader is alive after you've already lost so many others. Maybe it's happiness, happiness to see an old friend. Or an old acquiantance? An old.... God, you don't even know what you and Gally were back then. Two people who threw glances at each other, who smiled at each other, who... Did barely anything else for the three months you'd spent there before Thomas had come up the box. Two people, three months and absolutely nothing that happened.
Ever.
But now he's back. And that something that never happened? That's back now, too.
...
You're nowhere near safe, really. You're anything but safe. You're the absolute, complete opposite of safe. You're running through a city on fire, your legs burning, burning, burning with the strain of carrying yourself- Fuck, fuck, fuck!
You can see the aircraft already. It's right there, you just need to run a little faster. If you had any oxygen left in your lungs, you'd shout for Minho and Gally to check if they're still right behind you - but you don't have the oxygen and you don't have the time either, so you push on, on and on until you're close, closer and closer and then, finally, inside the aircraft. You collapse onto the floor and gulp down what feels like a litre of air.
"Serum", you wheeze. "Serum. Newt."
You hear a body collapsing close to you, then another. You force your eyes open and turn your head to one side - Gally, his chest heaving and his eyes squeezed shut as he tries to calm down.
You're safe.
He's safe.
And you're both still alive.
Your ears ring so loudly that you barely hear how Jorge starts the aircraft. You don't care, either.
You're safe. And alive.
For the moment.
And that's all that matters.
So you steady a palm against the floor, heave yourself up and reach over him. Your hand comes down next to his head just as he opens his eyes.
Fuck.
Your heart is racing. You don't know if it's him or the adrenaline. You're not really bothered to think about it either, to be honest. He's too close to think. So close. Closer than ever before.
And you truly are drunk on adrenaline. Which is definitely the only goddamn reason for why you lean down, just like that, and press your lips to his.
You catch him off guard. You catch yourself off guard, too.
He tastes like sweat and blood, bitter and metallic and absolutely perfect considering you're still very much in a life-threatening situation, blood rushing in your ears and minds reeling with the heaviness of everything that's happening.
You shouldn't be kissing him. You shouldn't be planted half on top of him, with your hands shaking and your body so heavy you almost collapse. And then his fingers close around your waist and you do collapse, right on top of him.
He's broad and tall and most definitely more comfortable than the floor. Fuck, his hands on you feel so good. They're so wide and big and he's such a good kisser, his lips against yours so perfect.
God, how have you never done this before? He's always been right there, you've always felt that tug. And now that you've given into it, you never ever want to stop again.
He's heavenly. And he's holding you so firmly, so easily on top of him. He's so broad and tall and comfortable and firm and perfect and-
"Shit!"
Jorge's voice startles you so hard you flinch away from Gally, your head jerking up, your eyes searching the inside of the aircraft -
Everyone's staring at you.
Absolutely everyone.
Oh, god.
Oh, lord.
Oh, fucking hell.
Heat rushes to your cheeks. With a start, you push off of Gally and turn onto your back again. Your eyes squeeze shut as your breath evens out. Slowly, but steadily. Ever so steadily.
You can't think.
You're exhausted. Simply and just exhausted. This entire day has been too goddamn exhausting. And it's not even over yet. It's nowhere near over.
But as Gally reaches out for you, as he slips his hand into yours and interlocks your fingers... Yeah, you'll be fine. You'll be just fine.
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I have decided to try some comfort. Because I can't sleep and my mind won't shut the up.
How the LADS would react to you saying...I'm just a useless piece of s***.
(based off of some honestly real stuff in my life that still needs healing.)
Sylus, Xavier, Zayne, and Rafayel.
Here goes nothing.
Also, this could also be an almost confession from the boys if you squint.
Sylus-
He's staring at you for a moment, not really believing what you just said.
"Come again sweetheart?"
"Sorry..."
"No. No don't ever apologize for that."
He walks forward and pulls you into his arms, his chest warm and soft only for you.
"I want to know...who told you this."
His anger is palpable and raw.
"Because there is no way this is something that you would think by yourself."
There is a beat of silence before you can wince out a response.
"I...it's just something I've been told most of my life...it's nothing, not a big deal."
Sylus scoffs and holds you tighter to him, trying to protect you from your own thoughts.
"It is for me."
He pulls back just to look at your beautifully perfect face. His eyes held a deep emotion mixed with anger at the ones who hurt you and love for the person you are.
"Sweetheart, I would burn the world for you."
Xavier-
"What?"
His response is so quick compared to how he normally is that it almost gives you whiplash. You look at him for a moment as he stares at you with a look in his eyes you can't quite place.
"I-"
"No I know what you said. I want to know why you said it. Why you even think it."
He hardly let you even get a word in before he's standing closer to you.
"Who told you this?"
Came his last rather cold question.
"it's really not that big of a deal-"
Xavier scoffs slightly before he pulls you into his chest.
"Everything about you is a big deal, to me anyway. Now especially, since I've come to the conclusion that you let people walk all over you."
You feel a light peck on the top of your head as he nuzzles his face into your hair.
"You're too important to me...I can't let you keep thinking this about yourself, so, I'm going to change that."
Zayne-
Zayne freezes in place when he heard those awfully familiar words.
He's familiar with where you heard them, with the person who drilled it into your head.
His brows furrow as he turns to look at you, sitting on the couch in his office.
"What? You know they were right..."
Hearing you continue to say that, he quickly sat down whatever he was holding-he can't even remember what it was, important or not- and takes quick steps towards you.
"Zayne-?"
You're cut off as he gets on his knees in front of your sitting position and pulls you towards him in an icy embrace.
"They are wrong."
Came his reply, his voice slightly wavering with emotions.
"You are, if not the most important person I know. You are strong, talented and the most breathtaking person I will ever have the privilege of meeting in all my lifetimes. I'd rather die than let those words continue to stay in that pretty head of yours."
Rafayel-
He didn't even hear it from you.
He had to hear it from Thomas, of all people.
You were minding your own business in your small apartment when suddenly you hear loud banging on your door.
When you answer it you are met with an upset Raf that looks like he's about to cry as he flings himself through the door, shutting it with a kick of his heal.
He's breathing erratically as he buries his face into the crook of your neck.
"Raf-?"
"Shh- just...let me say something."
He shushes you before you can ask why he's so high stung this time.
"You... I've-...heh, I can't even put it into words how you are so important to me. You've become my one and only muse. I've talked about you to the ocean so much that the dolphins can sing your name, even the jellyfish will remember every syllable because I'll never shut up about you...and they don't have brains."
He lets out a strained chuckle as he refuses to let you go.
"Even if you were to slice off all of my scales and steal my breath...I would give everything of mine to you for it's already yours..."
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Thomas Hewitt relationship HC's
Content: Thomas Hewtt x gn!Reader
Warnings: Canon typical violence, manipulation from Hoyt, possessive and jealous behavior, brief mention of sex but no actual NSFW, so 17+
Notes: My first slasher fic! Pls be nice, it's my first time writing for our boy Tommy
Lets skip over meeting him for now. If anyone wants to know how I think Thomas would meet and fall in love with his S/O, just shoot me a request!
Thomas would be very cautious at first. Not because he doesn't trust you, nono, he'd HAVE to trust you before getting in a relationship first
He's cautious because he doesn't know how to control his strength around you, and doesn't want to cross a line. You're his first and likely his only partner in life, so he doesn't want to lose you
Thats another thing - he's super scared that you'll end up seeing how much better you can do and leave him. If not for how ugly he thinks he looks, then for the fact that his family are cannibals.
This leads him to be very jealous and possessive. If another man comes near you, he's behind you in an instant if he can be, glaring them down and practically tearing them apart with his eyes
If he finds you flirting with another man, he'll be angry with you beyond belief. Would probably give you the silent treatment for a week, and he's already mute, so that's saying something (I tease)
Probably wouldn't be super touchy, he's been hit his whole life, and I believe the Hewitt's would use physical disciplinary methods growing up, which means Tommy would've most likely been hit by his family too. Nowhere is safe for this poor man
He wouldn't mind if you were touchy though, it would just take him a while to get used to it
He doesn't mind if you don't get along with Monty or Charlie, that's kind of a given, especially if you're a woman or fem presenting, but he wants you to get along with his mother so BADLY
He definitely would not say "I love you" first, he would wait for you to say it, even though he'd most likely fall in love with you first
He'd do anything for you. He'd kill for you, beat someone for you, talk shit about someone for you, etc. He'd basically drop anything for you. Aside from his family, you are his first priority.
This can lead to fights between you and Hoyt. Hoyt doesn't think Tommy should be loyal to "a good for nothing slut like you" above certain members of his family, since you're technically still an outsider
Tommy will butt into these arguments and have your back, but the first time this happened, Hoyt had managed to get into his head and make him doubt you. Yeah, safe to say that never happened again
Tommy wouldn't feel comfortable sharing a room until you were farther into your relationship, and it would take even longer for him to take off his mask around you
When he does finally take his mask off around you, he expects you to yell and scream, to call him ugly. But when you don't, and you even call him handsome? Oh he is melting into the floor
That's when he starts to develop an unhealthy obsession with you. He was in love with you before, but now that he's shown his rawest form to you and you still loved him above all else? Oh he's in LOVE love
He refuses to leave you alone, and this is probably around the time you guys first have sex. He wanted to wait until you were married like his Mama asked, but he just couldn't help himself.
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Sleepyhead
Contains: cuss words, cuddling (*omg*) Pairing: Newt x Reader Summary: You can't fall asleep, so he tries to help you, somehow.
Even after all those years, stuck in the Glade, trying to find a way out - you finally did it. But you weren't happy. How could you? Everything was going wrong in so many ways possible. Your family, friends from school - all gone. The Flare was spreading. Alby was gone, Chuck was too. There was no way anyone could be happy.
Thankfully, you still had that one boy you could trust with your entire life. The one and only, Newt.
That same boy who dragged your ass out of the Maze so many times, you'd be counting for days. The same boy who always made sure you were safe and sound after your morning runs with Minho and the other Runners. That same boy who tended to you after you were the one challenging to fight Gally during one of the bonfires.
Good old times.
Nothing's changed. Or, well, at least he hasn't changed. Not one bit. He's still the Newt who's always nice to everyone, but isn't afraid to be a bit more aggressive when he needed to prove a point.
Now that you think about it, Thomas and Minho haven't changed much either.
Thomas? The boy is still curious, too much for his own good. You weren't sure if he was either smart, or dumb as fuck. But he made a good friend regardless.
Minho was just as sarcastic, if not more than before.
Now you were stuck in some facility, "a haven protecting them from the Cranks" in Janson's words.
"This place has actual beds?" Newt grinned, making that signature face of his. "Y/N, we're so gonna share a bunk bed."
At this point, it didn't even sound like a request. More like a.. command, maybe? No, you were just overthinking this.
"This is Heaven," Minho joked, plopping down onto one of the beds.
This was far from Heaven. But it was still better than the Glade, probably.
Right in the middle of your thoughts, you were interrupted by Thomas. "Huh, new clothes."
"What, never seen 'em or something?" You say, walking into the room with a furrowed brow. This was suspicious. Janson was acting a bit too sweet.. There was no way this was going to end well. Just no.
"Y/N, chill out," Frypan says.
You weren't even doing anything wrong, why was Frypan suddenly telling you to chill out?
After everyone took a shower and all, you were supposed to go to sleep, but you just couldn't. You were tired - obviously. But you couldn't sleep. You were tired, but not tired enough to actually go to sleep.
Shifting under the blankets, Newt seemed to have picked up on the movement in the bottom bunk. He let out a small chuckle, that only made you realize he wasn't sleeping. Damn it.
"Can't sleep?" he whispered, leaning down from the top bunk. Even in the darkness, you could still make out his features. His messy, sandy blonde hair, his chocolate brown eyes, his smooth jaw, and of course, those barely visible eyebags.
"No."
He wasn't sure whether he should, or shouldn't frown. You were tired, he knew that. He realized, when you almost fell asleep on his shoulder when you were eating in the dining hall. Those weird looks from the guys would probably forever haunt his mind.
With a slight huff, he whispered a quiet "come here, then". You were confused for a moment, but you did as he said, climbing up the ladder. He laughed softly, trying to muffle out his laughs and giggles by covering his mouth with his hand. Unsuccessfully at that.
With a swift movement, he manages to pull you into a cuddle. You'd beat the life out of him, if only you weren't too tired to do so. He played with your hair, whispering some random stuff into your ear, but you could barely focus on anything else other than your hair getting twirled by his fingers. Those whispers mainly consisted of quiet comments, like "you're so adorable when you look like a lost pup" "you're so huggable" "try to get some rest, huh, love?" "cutie"
"Y/N," he whispered, "you still awake?" To which you didn't reply. He figured you were asleep, so he let out a sigh, kissing the top of your head, still fiddling with your hair.
i'm so sorry its so short, i jus have a ton of school workkk
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Sweet Possession (Part 5)
Pairing: Very Dark! Thomas Shelby (32) x Innocent! Reader (19)
Warning: Age Gap, Smut
Two days later, when you were working at the orphanage again, it came as a surprise to you that Michael Grosvenor, the man who had invaded your personal space in Thomas' eyes, was no longer there. According to another staff member, Michael had resigned and his abrupt departure surprised you.
"He resigned? Really?"Â you asked the staff member, surprised by this sudden turn of events. You wondered if Thomas had anything to do with Michael's departure, but you quickly dismissed the thought.Â
"Yes, he came in and gave his resignation this morning without any prior notice," the staff member explained to you. "He just said that he received a better offer elsewhere and couldn't pass it up."
You nodded, trying to process this information. Something didn't quite add up, but you couldn't put your finger on it. You had never seen Thomas act out of anger, but there was something in the way he had reacted to hearing about Michael two nights ago that made you think twice. Your husband was an influential man, and you knew he had connections all over town. But still, to get an employee fired just for touching your arm seemed extreme, even for a man of his standing.Â
But you quickly pushed the thought out of your mind as you turned back to your work at the orphanage. The children needed your attention and, as an employee there, you did not want to let them down.
Eventually, days turned into weeks and soon a month had passed since your wedding day. You had settled well into your new life with Thomas. He was attentive and kind, always making sure that you were well taken care of. Twice a week, you worked at the orphanage with Isiah by your side and twice a week, you cooked, for your husband and the staff of the house, which was something you truly enjoyed.Â
In your time off, Thomas and you would spend it together in his house which became more of a home with each day that passed. You also enjoyed the stables, riding horses and even having days in bed with your new husband, exploring each other's bodies and learning new things about one another. It was during those moments that you truly felt like a married couple, in love and content.
But, despite the love that Thomas had for you, there were moments where he would disappear for hours, sometimes entire days and nights on end. You never asked where he went or what he did but his absence would leave you feeling empty and anxious. He would always come back to you eventually, hands clean of any negative deeds, simply telling you that "he had business to attend to" before pulling you into a tight embrace.
You knew better than to ask questions, knowing that he would never reveal the truth behind his absence and that his world was one you had only scratched the surface of.
Still, despite the unknown aspects about your husband, you trusted him while, unbeknownst to you, Thomas Shelby was one of the most ruthless men in Birmingham. But, when it came to you, his wife, he was as gentle as a lamb. Your innocence seemed to calm him down and make him a better man.Â
Little did you know, that beneath his charming exterior and seemingly kind demeanor was a man capable of murder, extortion, and other heinous crimes. This side of him he reserved for his business dealings with other gang members and none of them revealed anything about your husband's crimes to you until the day you were shocked when you read the morning paper.Â
"Man found murdered by the docks," the headlines screamed at you, as you sat down on the comfortable armchair with a cup of tea in your hands. The photo accompanying the article was a gruesome one, showing a man's lifeless body lying crumpled and twisted next to the water.
Your heart skipped a beat when you recognized the victim as Michael Grosvenor, your colleague from the orphanage. The name registered in your mind immediately and with it came the memories of his sudden departure from the children's home just weeks ago.Â
"Isiah, did you see this?" you asked , your voice trembling as you held up the paper for him to see.
Isiah, who had been standing by the window, watching the morning rain, turned to look at you. His expression was one of surprise and concern as he took in the headline.
"Hmm," he muttered under his breath, his eyes scanning the article while he shook his head, sighing deeply in disbelief as if he already knew that Michael Grosvenor was dead.
"You don't seem to be surprised, Isiah. Why is that?" you asked, your eyes narrowing as you studied his face.
"I can't say, Miss," Isiah replied, his tone carefully neutral. "It'sjust, I had a feeling, you know."Â
You nodded, although you couldn't shake an uneasy feeling growing in your stomach. "Who would do such a thing?" you asked , your voice barely above a whisper as you struggled to process the information. You were shocked and horrified to find out that Michael had been murdered.
"I couldn't say, Miss," Isiah replied, his expression somber. "It could be anyone. Birmingham is a dangerous place, after all, that's why your husband has me looking after you when he isn't around."Â
You nodded slowly, still trying to make sense of it all. Your mind kept drifting back to Thomas and the possessiveness he had shown towards you. You wondered if there was a connection between his behavior and Michael's murder.
But the thought of Thomas being capable of such a thing was impossible for you to comprehend. He had never shown any violent tendencies towards you and had always been kind and gentle. Yet, you couldn't ignore the feeling that something wasn't quite right.
Later that day, when your husband returned home, you couldn't help but observe him closely. He was charming and polite as always, his eyes softening when they met yours. But there was a tension in his shoulders that hadn't been there before.
"Is everything okay, Thomas?" you asked, your voice hesitant as you stepped closer to him.
"Of course, Love," Thomas replied, his voice soothing as he pulled you into his embrace. "Why do you ask?"
"I just...I read about Michael Grosvenor today," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "It said that he was found dead by the docks," you told him and Tommy simply nodded before running his fingers over your cheek.Â
"I'm sorry to hear that," he then said, but there was no emotion in his voice. It was as if he were discussing the weather instead of a man's untimely death.
"Me too. He was a nice man," you replied, your voice distant as you tried to keep your emotions in check. You pulled back from Thomas and looked up at him, your eyes searching for any hint of what he might be feeling.
Thomas looked down at you, his expression unreadable. There was a moment of silence between you as you both waited for the other to say something. Finally, Thomas spoke up.
"I missed you today , Love," Thomas' voice was low and husky, his eyes darkening with desire a he ought to change the topic.Â
"I missed you too, Tommy," you whispered, your voice trembling. You knew better than to bring Michael's name up again , knowing full well how jealous Thomas could become. So, you pushed the thought out of your mind and focused on the present moment with your husband.
Thomas' hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer as he pressed a kiss to your neck. "I'm glad," Thomas replied, his lips brushing against your skin in a way that sent shivers down your spine. "Because I had a really long day today and all I want to do right now is fuck my wife."Â
"Tommy, stop," you gasped. "I have dinner in the oven," you protested, your voice weak as he trailed kisses down your neck. "It's almost ready."
But Thomas didn't seem to care about dinner. His hands were already undoing the buttons of your blouse, his fingers deft and quick as he exposed your bare skin.
"Fuck dinner, eh," Thomas growled, his mouth finding the curve of your breast as he tugged your blouse off and let it fall to the floor. "I need you. Right fucking now."
You gasped as he took your nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak until you were writhing against him, desperate for more. He reached down between your legs, tearing your panties aside as he stroked your wet folds with his fingers.
"You're so fucking wet for me," Thomas murmured, his voice dripping with desire as he pressed a finger inside of you. "Always so ready for me."
You moaned softly, your hips bucking upward as he added a second finger, stretching you in the most delicious way. He rubbed his thumb over your clit, making you gasp as pleasure shot through your body.
"Thomas," you breathed, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you held on for dear life.Â
"Bend over my desk ," Thomas growled, his eyes blazing with a raw, primal hunger.
Your legs trembled as you obeyed his commands, turning around and bending over.
"Perfect," Thomas growled, his hands moving to your hips as he positioned himself behind you and unbuckled his belt.
He then unzipped his pants, pulled them down with his boxers and pushed aside your panties.Â
You gasped as you felt him press the tip of his cock against your entrance, teasing you with what was to come.
Thomas' grip on your hips tightened as he thrust inside of you with one swift motion. You cried out at the sudden invasion, your walls stretching around him as he buried himself deep within you.
Thomas set a relentless pace, the sound of his hips slapping against your ass echoing through the room as he moved in and out of you.
"You feel so fucking good," Thomas grunted, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he powered into you. "So tight and warm around my cock."
You moaned as he hit your sweet spot, your walls clenching around him as pleasure spiked through your body.
"Fuck, Y/N, you're going to make me cum like this," Thomas growled, his thrusts becoming erratic.
You could tell he was close, but you weren't quite there yet. You needed something more...something extra to push you over the edge.
As if reading your mind, Thomas reached around and pressed his thumb against your clit. You moaned as he strummed the sensitive bundle of nerves, each stroke sending lances of sensation straight to your core.
"Yes, just like that," you whimpered, your voice barely above a whisper. "Please don't stop."
Thomas grunted in response, his hips moving faster as he fucked you harder. You could feel yourself getting close, the familiar heat coiling low in your belly. It wouldn't be long now...until suddenly it hit you. Your orgasm tore through your body like a tidal wave, leaving you trembling with pleasure.
"Fuck, Love..." he groaned. "Please let me come inside you," Thomas' voice was husky and raw with desire.
"No, you can't cum inside me," you said, your own voice breathless with pleasure.
"Please Y/N. Let me fill you up. Let me claim you as mine in every possible way," Thomas pleaded, his voice hoarse with desire, as he continued to pump in and out of your slick heat.
You bit your lip, unsure what to do. Part of you wanted to let him, wanted to feel him cum inside of you, but there was another part of you that knew it was a terrible idea.
"I can't Tommy. I am not ready," you moaned, your hips bucking as he grazed your g-spot with each thrust. Falling pregnant wasn't an option for you, not yet at least and Tommy knew that all too well.Â
Groaning in frustration, he pulled out of you at the last possible second, spilling his seed upon your lower back in hot, white streams. The combination of your orgasm and his release left him feeling weak at the knees, but he still managed to reach for his handkerchief and clean you up.
You watched him as he worked, your chest heaving with exertion and pleasure. Your muscles felt like jelly and you could barely muster up enough energy to stand on your own two feet.
Thomas helped you straighten up and pulled up your panties before he righted his own clothing and fastened his belt.
He turned you around and pulled you into an embrace. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he placed a soft kiss on your lips.
"I'm sorry, Love," Thomas whispered, his voice low and rough. "I couldn't help myself. I had to ask."Â
You smiled up at him, your fingertips tracing the line of his jaw. "It's okay Tommy," you replied softly. "One day soon, I'll be ready."
Thomas nodded, his chin resting on top of your head as he held you close. He didn't want to pressure you, but the thought of filling you up with his seed, marking you as his own in the most primal way possible, was driving him wild with desire.Â
"I know, Love," Thomas murmured. "You are still young."Â Thomas said, his voice barely above a whisper against your ear as he held you close. "And sometimes I seem to forget that," your husband added, a hint of regret in his tone.
Thomas' hands trailed down your body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. He pulled back from you just enough to look into your eyes.
"You know I love you, right?" Thomas asked, his voice soft and sincere and, of course, you nodded.
"I love you too, Tommy," you replied, your voice just as sincere.
You believed in the truth of those words with every fiber of your being. You loved Thomas Shelby more than anything or anyone in this world and he knew it. But what he didn't know is that there were times when you felt like something was missing between the two of you. Something fundamental that should hold a marriage together but seemed to be absent in yours. You couldn't put your finger on it and that was probably why you never brought it up. It wasn't anything tangible, just a feeling that lingered in the pit of your stomach. It only made itself known when Thomas was away on business and even then, it wasn't always present.
There was something about him and his life you did not know or understand, but you were too afraid to ask.
And even if you did ask, Thomas would never tell you.
It was one of those things that people kept to themselves.
One of those taboos only whispered about behind closed doors.
There were many rumors, but you never gave them much thought, always writing them off as malicious gossip meant to bring down a great man.
But still, the feeling remained and you couldn't shake it off no matter how hard you tried.
There was a darkness within him that you had only caught glimpses of, but it made you wonder what truly went on in his mind.
That night, after the intense love-making session and dinner, your husband had some more business matters to attend to and, again, you didn't question him.
"When will you be back?" you asked , your voice soft as you watched Thomas gather his things.
"I don't know, Love," Thomas replied, his expression apologetic. "I wish I could tell you more, but I can't. Not yet. It's just...it's complicated."
You nodded, understanding that this was part of the territory when you married a man like Thomas Shelby. You were used to the uncertainty by now, but that didn't mean it was easy. You swallowed past the lump in your throat and forced a smile on your face.
"It's okay, Tommy," you assured him. "I understand. I'll be here when you get back."
That was all you could do, really. Wait for him to return and hope that everything would be alright. Sometimes, the uncertainty was almost too much to bear, but you loved Thomas too much to let it come between you.
He leaned down and gave you a gentle kiss on the lips before heading out the door. You watched him leave, your heart heavy as you closed the door behind him.
The house felt empty without him, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of loneliness settling in. You walked around the house, touching the ornate furniture and fine artwork that filled the space, each piece a reflection of Thomas' wealth and power.
As you moved through the rooms, taking in the beauty of your surroundings, you couldn't help but feel a sense of disconnect from it all. The opulence and luxury were overwhelming, and you wondered if this was truly the life you wanted to live.
In the end, you retreated to your husband's office in the search for some good whiskey and a pen and paper. You knew you wouldn't be able to sleep tonight, not until Thomas was home safe and sound. You poured yourself a generous glass of whiskey and settled down in the comfortable leather chair behind Thomas's desk.
The amber liquid burned pleasantly in your throat as you took a deep sip, warming your body as it coursed through your veins. Your eyes landed on the pen and paper that lay next to the decanter, and on a whim, you decided to write down your feelings, something you hadn't done in a long time.
It was a simple task, writing down your thoughts and emotions, but it felt good to get everything out of your system and onto the page. As you wrote, the words flowed freely from your mind to your hand and before long, you had filled up the entire page with ink.
As you read through what you had written, you felt a sense of relief wash over you. It was as if a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders, and you felt lighter than you had in a long time.
You continued to write for hours, pouring your heart and soul onto the page until there was nothing left to say.
When you got the last piece of paper however, you noticed something strange. There was a key hidden beneath the pile of sheets. Frowning, you picked it up, turning it over between your fingers. It was small and made of brass, the keychain a simple ring with the letters 'BP' engraved into it.
Calling for one of the maids, you enquired about the key but even Frances did not know what it was meant to open.
You thanked her nonetheless before curiosity got the better of you , and you decided to embark on your own little investigation.
You started with doors, then cabinets, even trying it in some of the antique jewelry boxes belonging to Tommy's late first wife, Grace.Â
But it seemed that the key was made for neither of those things.
As you made your way through the mansion, you continued to search for any possible place it could fit. It wasn't until you reached the cellar that you found the answer.
The cellar was dimly lit, with rows upon rows of wine bottles lining the walls. It felt like a completely different world compared to the luxurious and bright atmosphere of the mansion above and after looking around for a while, you came across an old desk in the corner of the cellar, cluttered with old papers and knick-knacks. It looked untouched for years, gathering dust and cobwebs.
You approached it, drawn to it for some reason. You ran your fingers over the dusty surface, feeling the history of the mansion seep into your skin.
Then you saw it - a large, old looking lockbox nestled in between two old books.
Your heart raced as you pulled out the brass key from your pocket and inserted it into the lock.
You held your breath as you turned the key, listening for the sound of the tumblers falling into place. With a soft click, the lock disengaged and you slowly lifted the lid, revealing the box's contents which comprised of sheets of paper and photographs.
You had not expected to find anything particularly interesting in the lockbox, but as you sifted through the contents, you discovered that the papers and photographs all related to you and the past life that you had lived.
There were photographs of you and the respective men you had been with in the past. There were employment records, family records and even health records . It was like staring into a mirror that reflected the life you had lived before Thomas Shelby came along, dating back to when you were much younger than you are now.
Then there were photographs and records for each of your past boyfriends too and if this wasn't enough already, accompanied with them were police reports relating to their deaths. Everything was organized and compiled in a neat manner, almost like a journal, but the sheer gravity of it all left you feeling cold and numb.
Your parents and brother had a file as well , each bearing details of their lives and deaths and whilst it was clear that your parents had passed by accident, the disappearance of your brother and ex-lovers didn't seem to be such a random occurrence anymore.
Unbeknownst to you, all of them were dead . Vanished into thin air, or rather, killed and disposed of methodically.
You felt a chill run down your spine as you came across the stack of obituaries, the names and faces staring back at you, only further confirming what was once unthinkable.
"Oh my god!"Â you gasped, your hands shaking as you dropped the obituaries and stumbled back, your heart pounding in your chest. "What is this? What does it mean?"
You knew the answer before the question even left your lips. The evidence was right in front of you, impossible to ignore.
Your now husband had been spying on you for a while , keeping a detailed record of your past relationships and ultimately ensuring that each one of those men met an untimely end so that he could claim you one day.
"No, it can't be," you whispered to yourself, your voice shaking with fear and confusion.Â
But as you continued to sift through the contents of the lockbox, the truth became increasingly apparent. Thomas Shelby wasn't the man you thought he was. He was controlling, manipulative, and dangerous in ways you could never have imagined and when, eventually, you heard his voice ringing out from the top of the stairs, you couldn't help but feel your stomach drop.
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Batfamily Incorrect Quotes #2
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Bruce: What are you doing?
Damian: Todd only likes the yellow M&Ms, so Iâm separating them from the others.
Bruce: Thatâs sweet of you, Damian.
Damian: What? No. I plan to eat them in front of him and run off.
Bruce: *Internally* What the fuck?
âââââââââââ
Tim: What if instead of milk I put coffee in my cereal?
Literally everyone else: What if you didnât?
âââââââââââ
Steph: Hey.
Bruce: *Narrows his eyes in suspicion* Hi�
Steph: Can a person breathe in a washing machine?
Bruce: *Looking around*
Bruce:
Bruce: WHEREâS DUKE!?
âââââââââââ
Tim: Hold on! You died!
Jason: Yeah, well it didnât fucking last!
âââââââââââ
Damian: *Holding a box* What would you say if I came home one day with six puppies?
Bruce:
Bruce: Whatâs in the box?
Damian:
Bruce: Whatâs in the box, Damian?
Damian: I think you know.
âââââââââââ
Bruce: Bad news, everyone⊠I know we just got the puppy, but Duke just found out heâs allergic to dogs.
The rest of the Batfam: Aw, thatâs so sad.
Damian: *Holding the puppy* So whereâs Thomas going to live now?
âââââââââââ
Bruce: *Explaining plan on how to take down the Riddler* With these types of plans it can be a hit or missâ
All the Batkids in unison: I guess they never miss, huh?
Bruce: *Pissed off deep breath*
âââââââââââ
Steph: *From across the room* Maybe Iâll be Tracer!
Duke: *Without missing a beat* Iâm already Tracer.
Steph: What about Widowmaker?
Tim: Iâm already â
Bruce, a Tired DadTM who doesnât understand memes: Iâve asked you fourteen times already, and at this point Iâm begging you to stop!
âââââââââââ
Bruce: *His arms crossed over his chest and glaring at Teen!Dick disapprovingly* I know you snuck out last night, Dick.
Teen!Dickâs inner voice: Play dumb.
Teen!Dick: Whoâs Dick?
Teen!Dickâs inner voice: Not that dumb!
Bruce:
âââââââââââ
Tim: *Reasonably pissed* Did you snap my laptop in half?
Jason: what goes around, comes around.
Tim: *Rolling his eyes* Are you seriously still upset over that sandwich I ate last week?
Jason: *With tears in his eyes cause heâs a dramatic bitchTM* That was the best sandwich I ever made and you at it like it was nothing!
âââââââââââ
Dick: How do I know I can trust you?
Jason: Because I donât care enough about you to lie.
âââââââââââ
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unmasked
Thomas Hewitt x fem!reader
Warning: smut! minors dni!!!
Summary: more smut. But with a plot. This wasn't supposed to be a smut, but of course it is. Because that's just how I am as a person.
Living with the Hewitt family wasnât always easy, but it sure had its nice parts, and the nicest part was Thomas. Oh yes, the reason you were still alive today was simply being a decent person to Thomas. Which slowly progressed to more, finding yourself in this limbo of having a huge crush on him, while he was still keeping you at armâs length.
It was very strange to fall in love with a man whose face you never saw. Yet here you were, catching yourself staring at him again. Even though he warmed up to you, Thomas was still caught off guard whenever he saw you staring, so you tried to do your best to avoid him seeing you. That of course didnât always work and today was one of those days.
A couple of seconds passed before you realized he was looking back at you.
âO-oh! Sorryâ you said, smiling at him.
Heâs been around you long enough to know you werenât being malicious, but he still didnât know what to make of it, so he just nodded and turned back to what he was doing.
You mentally cursed yourself for making him feel awkward, not that you couldâve helped it. Your heart ached whenever he walked into the room, yet the fear of being rejected was enough to put you back in place.
I canât just keep living like this you thought to yourself once you resumed to cleaning the potatoes Luda Mae told you to.
Be thankful youâre even alive.
***
At supper you tried your best to keep your eyes off of Thomas, only making small conversation here and there. He would listen, and nod, occasionally tilting his head to the side. Each time, making your heart skip a beat and your cheeks turn red. You blamed it on the weather and the soup.
After supper, you helped Luda Mae with cleaning the table.
âYou know sweetheart, my Tommy might be naive, but I am notâ she said.
âWhat do you mean?â you asked, trying to play dumb.
âOh hush girl. I can see how red you get when you look at my Tommy. And I can tell he feels a certain way about you tooâ
You were so thankful she was old, because otherwise it wouldâve been impossible not to hear your heart beat out of your chest.
âJust donât break his heartâ
âNo. Never!â you protested before you realized what you just admitted to.
Luda Mae just smiled at you âyouâre a very sweet girl. Go on now. I will finish hereâ.
And with that, you were rushing out to see what Thomas was up to.
You found him sitting on the staircase in front of the house.
âHey Thomas!â you said, sitting down next to him.
He nodded to you, eyes softening at your sight.
âDid you have a good day?â you asked, earning yourself another nod. Thomas didnât talk, but you did not mind. Youâve been around long enough to understand him.
âI can tell he feels a certain way about you tooâ. Luda Maeâs words echoed in your head, making you blush. Thomas tilted his head and pointed at your now very flushed cheek.
âIâm ok!â you tried to keep your cool âitâs just really hot still outsideâ you continued smiling. He seemed to take that.
âAnd since itâs so hot⊠say Thomas. Would you want to go hang out by the pond? Iâm done with my choresâ.
He just smiled at you from behind his mask and nodded his head.
***
âOh come on Tommy! The water is amazingâ you said, dress all wet because you didnât care to take anything off.
Thomas tried to avoid your gaze, simply because his mama raised him better, and your dress became pretty see-through.
âTommy? Are you alright?â you started to approach him.
Thomas lifted his hand, pointing at your dress. It took you a little to realize what he was trying to say, but once you looked down, a blush crept on your face. âOh goodnessâ.
After he sighed, he took off his apron and handed it to you. You were swimming in it, and it was enough to cover yourself.
You knew Thomas wasnât going to swim, he always preferred to hang out at the shore.
âItâs fine now Thomasâ you chucked when he finally turned to face you. Both of you lay down on the grass, with you turning towards him. He was looking up at the sky, not seeming to notice you were looking at him.
âThis is niceâ
He glanced at you and grunted. This one meant yes.
âIsnât it hard to always wear that mask Tommy? Itâs so hot todayâ
He didnât answer. But you could see him clenching his fists.
âI-I meanâ
He turned his head to you, frowning.
âSorryâ you said and turned on your back. He turned away from you too.
âI justâ just shut up. Donât say it. Just donât.
You looked at him. He was looking away.
With a sigh you decided that now was the moment.
âWhateverâs underneath that mask⊠it wonât change how I feel about youâ you almost whispered the last part, but it was enough for him to hear.
Thomas turned his head towards you, eyes widen, looking confused and a little scared.
You just smiled and placed your hand over his. He tensed, but not for long.
âEven mama noticedâ you said with a chuckle.
He looked at you for a while, and you were staring to get worried that you said something wrong, until he stood up, just enough to undo his leather mask. Yet he didnât take it off, and he was no longer looking at you.
âTommy?â
He didnât respond, and while he was holding his mask up with one hand and his other was clenched in a fist, you were worried you mightâve upset him by pushing him into this.
âThomas. Itâs alrightâ you said, taking his hand in both yours âyou donât have to do anything you donât want toâ.
When his eyes finally met yours, you could clearly see the pain in them, and something else. You could see a little bit of hope.
He sighed and finally let go of his mask. He was looking down, completely avoiding your gaze. You could swear his eyes almost popped out of his head when you cupped his face, got on his lap, smiled and called him handsome. His whole body tensed up at your words, almost not wanting to believe you.
âYouâre so beautiful Thomas Hewittâ you repeated yourself, this time with an even bigger smile.
Meanwhile, Thomas was completely frozen. Were you making fun of him? But you looked so genuine. How could you be? Did it really matter? No. Not when your touch was so soft and you were smiling at him like that.
He finally snapped out of his trance when you kissed him.
He didnât know what to do, but it didnât take long for him to start kissing you back. It was inexperienced and needy and full of buildup emotions on both sides. His hands shyly rested on your waist, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, hands tugging at his hair as the kiss got more and more intense.
He started feeling your back up and down, while you pressed against him harder, earning yourself a moan when you brushed yourself against the bulge in his pants.
Both of you pulled away and just looked at the other for a while. Then, with a confidence you didnât think youâd see with him, he pulled you into another kiss, holding the back of your head.
He worked on your clothes while you worked on his, neither wanting to break the kiss more than you needed to.
He then flipped you over and once he was on top, he stopped again, just looking and admiring you. Your hands exploded his chest while you kissed his neck, turning him into a moaning mess. He was intoxicated by your every touch.
Feeling his erection against your inner thigh made you moan.
âYou can do whatever you want to me Tommyâ you said while wrapping your arms around his neck.
He just whimpered, nuzzling your neck.
âItâs alright Thomas, I want youâ you said gently stroking his hair.
He nodded against your neck before kissing you again.
You helped him adjust himself and before you knew it, he was sliding inside, both of you moaning into the otherâs mouth.
The pace started slow, Thomas was holding your waist with one hand and using the other to support himself.
âOh fuck⊠just like thatâ you moaned, nails digging into his back now.
The more you moaned, the more he slammed harder and faster into you. His face was buried in your hair, taking in your scent which was slowly driving him off the edge.
He was hitting all the right places, slamming into you so hard you knew you would have trouble walking afterward.
You knew he was getting closer because his pace became more and more erratic.
âOh fuck Tommy, cum with me, please please cum with meâ.
That was enough to drive him over the edge and with a few more deep thrusts he came, making your eyes roll back while you chased your own high.
Both of you stayed like that for a while, neither wanting to move. Thomas made sure not to let his entire weight over you, while you ran your fingers through his hair and planted kisses on his forehead.
âI love you Tommyâ.
His eyes widened, and he looked like he just saw a ghost. The sight was endearing and it caused you to chuckle.
âI really doâ you continued.
His lower lip twitched, and he immediately squeezed you close to him, making you smile even more. You knew he felt the same. There was no need for him to say anything.
***
The sky was full of stars as you made your way back to the house. Slowly, making sure not to disturb anyone, you made your way towards Tommyâs room. You gave him another kiss in the doorway before waking in, and finally getting to sleep in the arms of your now lover.
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Hi! Me again, I just can't stop reading tmr headcanons. Can I request 'what would tmr boys reaction would be if their S/O got kidnapped instead of Minho.' Thank you!
What would tmr boys reaction would be if their S/O got kidnapped instead of Minho
- His s/o was not the type to throw themselves in danger
- however, when the berg showed on the horizon, they were one of the first people to put their hands on a rifle
- Thomas got there late, and there was no s/o in sight, so he figured they were safe
- until they sprang out of nowhere, trying to tackle Janson
- the nearby soldier knocked them out right away
- Thomas struggled against the two soldiers holding him down
- misplaced his shoulder in the process
- he yelled the name of his s/o so loudly he probably wouldn't be able to speak for a week
- a huge fight started, during it the kids, including his s/o were loaded in the berg and took off
- being reckless as he is, Thomas managed to keep Janson off board, beating the living hell out of him
- soldiers stopped him, but not before Ratman was half dead and bleeding
- Thomas didn't hide his tears
- was terrified Wicked would experiment on s/o, or kill, or God knows what else
- wouldn't stop thinking about how to save them
- would do anything to get them out alive
- would have dreams when he saves them and hugs and kisses them, wakes up with tears of happiness streaming down his cheecks only to realize it wasn't real and cry some more, but in fear and sadness
- after saving his s/o, Thomas is super overprotective of them
- like, every little thing, a paper cut or a bruise or a slightly different voice would make him run towards them, asking if they were okay
- eventually came back to normal
- but we all know he's soooooo caring and protective
- the moment he saw his s/o in Wicked's arms, his world stopped
- however, he got out of his stupor quickly, trying to run for you, but the soldier kicked his bad leg, causing him to fall
- when he finally managed to stand up, s/o was already gone
- he kept yelling curses at them, kept hitting those injured soldiers who were left there to die
- it helped nothing and he knew that
- honestly, he could've murdered someone if not for Minho, who held him in a tight hug until he calmed down
- his anger turned to an agony
- he was crying hard, because he was in terrible pain, physically and emotionally
- he vowed to get s/o back safe and sound
- would be the first to find them, as if he felt where they were
- didn't let go of their hand until they reached the Safe Haven
- both didn't go out of the hut for a couple of days, talking, crying and promising their love to each other
- when he barely escaped being captured by Wicked, he thought the victory was there
- little did he know they grabbed s/o instead
- s/o bravely fought the soldiers, but Minho couldn't see it
- and then his s/o stands on the berg, helplessness in their eyes as they take off
- and Minho just stands there, angry at Wicked, and furious with himself for being unable to help
- Newt and Thomas promise they'll find his s/o
- he became very grumpy after that, but also really really silent
- sometimes his bottled up feelings would unleash on everyone because of any little thing
- like a stupid question, or a fallen fork
- he wpuld be so eager to find his s/o he didn't even think when he stalked inside the Wicked headquarters fighting off every soldier like they were bugs
- he found s/o exhausted, hurt and bleeding
- but they were alive, that's all that mattered
- hugged them all the way back
- watched as the medics patched them up, controlling everything
- never leaving their side while rlthey recovered
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