#its 1am oh my god i need to sleep

[furbaspade]

Goofy guy

[solcarow]

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[thechurn]

but what is "the law" compared to the power of friendship. of course

[cheesit-notes]

pervy tf141 x reader (pt2 kinda)

you're hot as fuck; the team knows it, and so do you. and god, you're such a tease about it.

➥ requested by anon!

tags: lowkey nsfw under cut!, fem!reader, sub gaz, sub soap, every tf141 member kinda subby, voyeurism w/ ghost, teasing, reader kinda dom implied, ass and lots of it, reader being a tease, bold reader

a/n: i started at 9pm and ended at 1am and sometime between then and now, i got really tired so sorry for any mispellings, none of my work are ever edited.. my brain isnt quite functioning rn and i want to sleep but thanks for requesting anon, whoever u are ;3

Gaz who’s gets so flustered over how… just how bold you are. god, you’re teasing him with those clothes that just fit your body so, so well. his morals are already questioned when you come in, he couldnt stop imagining you in different positions. but now he doesnt have to imagine! because now, you’re bending over, purposely showing him your plush ass, to pick something up, showing him what you’d look like in certain positions. and my, gaz is a little pervert isnt he? getting hard in the middle of the common area just because you dropped your drink and picked it up. his face is flushed embarrassed and his growing erection sure doesn’t help. quick, someone might enter the room and see his throbbing cock strained against his pants so sit on his lap, tell him to be quiet, and help him out, yeah?

Soap who love the confidence you have, he’s like putty around you.. if you initiate more physical contact with him, specifically touches that can be easily misunderstood if anyone were to see, and he’s practically drooling. has been pushed against the wall by you, his hand pushing up your thigh because he just couldnt help himself, and your lips just mere inches from his. he’s rock hard, you can feel it as you press yourself onto him, and he’s leaking so much precum, its like he pissed himself. yet all this to be interrupted by your dear old Lieutenant Ghost who happened to discover the scene. poor Soap who’s most intimate moment with you just disappeared and left with a throbbing cock, but you seem fine. in fact, you’re smiling cheekily. you whisper to Soap, telling him to wait for you in his barracks before happily walking away like nothing just happened. ah, but Soap can’t wait. he jacks himself off twice, unable to stop. and he’s panting like a dog! it only took you 30 minutes to come to his barracks, but he’s already a sopping mess; sweat dripping down his face, bits of cum splattered on his stomach, and a small pool in between his legs. then you start stroking his soft cock, and he shouldn’t like this. he’s can barely get hard, the overstimulation is so painful to him, but he’s a like a bitch in heat in your hands.

Ghost who gets so fucking hard during team briefings. god, his erection is painfully obvious to anyone who just so much as glanced by that area. he doesnt mean to get hard, its just.. you.. you’re there. right next to him. your ass is within reach, god, and your wearing those tight leggings again. he needs you to blow his poor needy cock off and he needs it bad. he usually wants to at least look decent in front of captain Price. oh, but god, he wouldn’t mind the entire crew watching him get a sloppy blowjob from pretty little you. he wouldnt even mind the entire crew watching him stroke his hard meaty cock if it meant you were watching. leans back and as casually as he can, he droops one arm over you. he’s afraid you might say something, anything, about his off behavior but you don’t; you lean into his touch. one hand so close to touching your tits and the other laid near his crotch. at first, its just little touches while he imagines how your pretty tits would feel, especially in his mouth. but within minutes, hes practically openly palming himself while imagining hes sucking on your tits. his mask is a savior for covering his flushed face. god, and he sees you looking over at him, staring him up and down, and he knows you see his big fat cock pushed against his pants. all you do is give a barely noticeable smile, and look away but he’s already cumming in his pants.

Price who finds your bold personality quite amusing. still calls you a rookie despite you being far from it. it’s a constant game of who can push the other off the edge with the two of you. you’ll visit his office in the later hours of the evening and plop yourself on the edge of his seat. the two of you are having the most mundane conversation, sharing a single chair while the sexual tension is screaming. he’ll move you onto his lap, you’re looking down at him and smiling, he’s looking up at you with a hand gripping your ass. he’s a bold bastard, leaning into your chest, pulling you closer to him until your basically straddling him. god, you’re really pushing his nerves. you should be flustered, an embarrassed mess at his perverted actions. but nooo you’re enjoying yourself, smiling. and lord, he’d be lying if he didn’t enjoy your teasing. now, the question is: how many late evening visits will it take for an overnight stay in the office?

[kindred-spirit-93]

I AM GOING TO WEEP

on my 17th relisten or so of hadestown and paris the musical (mostly paris) and i am no longer able to can oh my god. i want to yell and crumble and cry but i really need to go to sleep lol its nearly 1am

[tzuyuscloud]

Iced Americano please Kim Minji x fem reader

Everyday on your way to the bookstore you walk pass the neighborhood skatepark where she is often found. She has long brown hair that stays tied up, big brown eyes and is always flooding in her clothes. You like to take extra time when passing the park just to admire her beauty from afar because god forbid you ever speaking to her in fear of embarrassing yourself.

The bookstore was always quiet and was nicely decorated by the owner who happened to be your boss. The same old customers came by checking out mangas and renting other books, nothing exciting ever happened. Until the bell rang indicating that someone walked in,

“Hello.” you softly spoke and a soft voice responded with a, “hi” causing you to look up and see skater girl. You physically felt your heart skip a few beats as your jaw hit the floor. Clearing your throat and rubbing your eyes you focused your view on the girl who was in the romance mangas section looking through a few books.

With a book in her hands, she made her way to the counter where you stood. “is this all for today?” you asked nervously.

“could I also get your number?” The girl asked with a smile that lit up the room. You felt like you were gonna pass out if she looked at you any more.

“I-Um y-yeah sure” you stuttered as you rung up the book. “that’s a great series by the way” you nervously laughed.

The girl smiled, “really? I heard it was good so I had to see for myself” she said. “Ill call you” she winked before exiting the store with her skateboard rested under her pit.

At the end she left with your number and heart.

You couldn’t believe the last twenty minutes, pinching you arm constantly in hopes that the universe was just playing mind games but no, pretty girl was in fact in the store and asked for your number. When you realized she never gave you her name…

After your shift you closed up store just to see the same pretty girl leaning up against the building with her skateboard leaning next to her. “Gosh I was scared that you slept there too, you get off so late” she said with her brows furrowed slightly showing concern for you walking home late.

The fact that she asked for your number and then waited for you had you doing summersaults in your head. “Oh yeah I work closing shift on the weekends.” You nervously laughed.

“where do you live?” The girl asked as she walked beside you.

You pointed down the long street, “i live at the end of the block over there.”

“Oh really!? I live on the same street! That’s why I like to come skate a lot because its just down the street. Oh by the way my name is Minji. I forgot to introduce myself, Kim Minji”

Kim Minji. The name suits her so well. You felt yourself staring at the girl for a while until she finally got you out of your trance. “what’s your name, pretty girl?” she smirked causing heat to rush to your face.

“Ahem..y/n” you tried to hide your blush but Minji saw it and couldn’t help but tease you.

“Your blush is as cute as your name” Curse this woman being so smooth with her compliments, your face was never gonna feel the cool evening breeze again with how heated its getting.

The both of you emerged in deep conversation, topic after topic outside of y/n’s house until 1am hit. “its getting late and you need your sleep. How about we get some coffee tomorrow?” Minji smiled as she helped you stand up.

“Ill be waiting” you responded before saying your goodbyes. Not long after did you receive a message from what seemed to be Minji.

Unknown: ill pick you up at noon

Unknown: Save my number as ‘Minji 💜’

Minji 💜: goodnight cutie ^3^

—

Next day

As promised, Minji was at your door step exactly at Noon in baggy streetwear and skateboard tucked under her arm. This time she wore her hair in two buns with strands of hair falling into her face making her look cuter than before, if that was even possible.

“I know a great coffee shop nearby” Minji said, “they have great Iced Americanos”

On the way there she tried to get you to ride her skateboard which just ended up being you standing on the board while she held you up. Her laughter was the best thing you’ve heard in a long while.

“What do you want?” Minji asked you at the counter. “um I don’t know, I don’t drink a lot of coffee” you answered leaving her faced distorted in judgement.

“How do you survive with no coffee? Oh you poor soul” She joked. “Here you should try-“

“I’ll try your drink” You decided catching her off guard. “Oh well, two iced americanos please!” she smiled to the cashier who looked done with their shit.

Minji happily drank the coffee while watching you chug the drink in front of you. “Bro this is good” you gasped.

“you’re already using my slang thats cute” Minji teased you. The rest of your date went smooth ending with her dropping you back off at your porch, but this time she leaned in leaving a kiss on your cheek.

“Goodnight pretty girl” she winked before dropping her skateboard on the ground and skating down the street.

[lostcybertronian]

Oh, that's fun.

You're about to be riddled with questions, I apologise in advance. Ot's 1am and I can't sleep because of my ADHD meds, brace for impact.

Powerful in what way? Manipulative?

Love the mental image of for example Google doing mental gymnastics to figure out how Dr. Iplier managed it while Ed's initial line of thought (in regard to the Author) was "oh yeah, he's cute" (Their first meeting was probably a fucking shitshow but anyway)

Do you think Host thinks in that sort of hierarchy? I can very well imagine him having a sort of superiprity/god complex. But that's bordering on delusion instead of arrogance. Although a god complex wouldn't probably be very delusional with Host's abilities, as it's not far from reality.

Also I'm just a sucker for moments when Host resembles more the Author in terms of violence and arrogance. Let the man go batshit. Not just in the sense of give him his bat but also just let him voice some absolutely deranged lines of thought that'll have even Dark show slight concern.

Can you think of anybody besides Dr. Iplier that Host wouldn't dare hurt?

Ironically, I think the Host is more delusional than the Author.

---

Eric stood in front of the door to the Host's library. He clutched his handkerchief in one hand-- knuckles curled around it, clenching, turning white-- and his book in the other.

He needed to go in, at some point. He'd been standing out in the hallway for a long time, now. Several others-- Bim, Yandere-- had passed him by, the latter wiggling her fingers at him as he blushed and refused to make eye contact.

All he could think of when he thought about going into the library was the sharp-edges of the Host's broken nails digging into his neck, the sickening thunk of his head hitting the inside of the same door he was staring at now, and the stars that had burst through his vision.

The Host's mouth was twisted into a snarl, and blood tracked down his cheeks, saturating his bandages and gleaming wetly against his pale skin.

He'd left bruises. And a cut that bled. Dr. Iplier had plastered some topical antibiotic and a BandAid on it, done a bad job hiding how upset he was, then had gone to the library and hadn't come out for a long time.

When he came back, he had the book Eric had wanted, the same book Eric carried now. "He won't hurt you again," Dr. Iplier promised, pushing the book into his quaking hands. "I took care of it."

Did he, though? Eric stepped toward the door. Unclenched the hand holding the handkerchief one finger at a time, and forced himself to tuck it in his pocket.

Then he opened the door.

It creaked outward, slow and begrudging, spilling shadow across the hallway, eating up all the light.

He stepped in. The door shut itself behind him.

It was hardly a second before the Host appeared out of nowhere, pressing close, one hand darting out to snatch a fistful of Eric's shirt and shove him back against the door. He was tall, taller than Eric, and he somehow managed to both loom and invade his personal boundaries. His breath smelled like blood, and his skin gave off a feverish heat.

"The doctor said- the doctor said-" he stammered, hands spasming, the book falling to the floor. "Edward said you wouldn't hurt - hurt - hurt me."

After a long pause, the Host reluctantly released him. "You." He bit out, stooping to snatch up the book, the hems of his jacket whispering across thinning carpet.

Eric could only watch, petrified, as he ran calloused, scarred hands over its binding. Only once the Host seemed satisfied that no damage had fallen upon its fragile spine did he dare breathe again.

"Get out." The Host told him. And he did.

[solar-halos]

this is my most embarrassing post yet but it has to be said

please everyone don’t think less of me for not only thinking about this au but also having so many of the details planned out please. please. but in my defense it’s 1am and i’m showing no signs of going to sleep anytime soon so now i am subjecting u to every single thought i’ve ever had. ok i need to stop stalling here’s what’s been on my mind lately:

total drama/hg au. like total drama island but with characters from the hunger games

yes ive watched total drama island. yes i continue to re-watch total drama island as an adult. yes i do lurk on the tag. yes my brain is theoretically getting more and more developed by the day 😔😔 anyway let me tell u which character would be which

• ok i know it would be so easy to say that annie and finnick are bridgette and geoff cos they’re beachy surfers obsessed with pda, but that’s so predictable. also i don’t even think they’re that big on pda. also duncan and courtney are literally peak so i think that’s why i feel so strongly about this, but like, finnick is so obviously courtney coded. like being so people please-y and diplomatic on the surface but then lowkey being a type a control freak as the game goes on and then annie is there being a rebel without a cause and it rubs of on him. like at the end of the day duncan and courtney are the same ppl but different font and i think that works very well with odesta. also i love bridgette and geoff but oh my god those mfs don’t argue. not like i imagine odesta to argue

• ok enough about odesta. lets talk about everlark. i know this is so basic but katniss needs to be gwen like god INTENDED. like this antisocial little weirdo (gwen) who has a heart of gold and everyone knows it but her. s1 gwen/trent was so sappy and corny and normal up until The Kiss and love me hate me say what u want about me but i liked it. like wayyy more than duncan and gwen bc that ship is just like “what if a boy and girl got together” like they weren’t similar at all they just both wore black. anyway i love black cat and golden retriever pairings and that is so everlark to me. peeta literally would carry a boulder for katniss

• heather is so clove. lindsay is so glimmer. case closed

• this works especially well bc (and i know im jumping ahead in the series lore) cato is so alejandro. and tyler is so marvel. i don’t personally ship them that much but i know its definitely a Thing so it works out nicely

• beetee is harold 😭😭 the main total drama cast is so huge that’s it’d be kinda impossible to keep the characters within a similar age range but i’m kinda obsessed with Teenager Beetee. he would so commit voter fraud

• also i know it’s basic to say that johanna would be eva but like. eva literally allied with a fucking nerd she hated the fuck outta and some certified weirdo no one rlly fucked w. that’s so cf-core

honestly i don’t have as many thoughts on this as i thought. for some reason i don’t personally like having snow in more modern au things, so i think chris mcclean would still be chris mcclean. that’s the only thing that stays the same it’s still s1 of total drama island so its not a crossover chris mcclean just transcends fandom spaces. haymitch can def be chef hatchet tho

anyway i’m getting rlly embarrassed again, so bye

[celestie0]

IT’S CELESTIEFAN3000 i have to say i like tumblr way more than ao3 so i’ll be using this to comment from now on 😋 But i would like to personally thank you for writing chapter 9, your author voice is genuinely so appealing and HONESTLY you could pass off as a literal professional author if I didn’t know this was fanfiction!

Now for the uglier feelings: (please ignore typos or other mistakes i wrote a lot. I am very normal about kickoff, obviously)

I SOBBED LIKE A BABY MIDWAY AND BECAME A CRYING SOUND EFFECT AT THE END OK OK OKAYYYYYYY 😭😭💫💫 I’m still dizzy and lightheaded from the effect ur writing gives me (THIS IS A GOOD THING) it’s so addicting i need more😭‼️ UGHHHH the way you build that exact RIGHT amount of comfort to compensate for the suffering you’ve but us through but still managed to EDGE US AT THE END . I WISH YOU WEREN’T SO GOOD AT THIS FANFICTION THING, BECAUSE DAMN! 😭😭😭😭

The scenes were so fucking beautiful, I love the peaceful atmosphere that rain gives and how you were able to contrast that as an escape from that horrible loud and noisy bar to just a horrible man!!!!! You really know how to direct scenes and i can not express in words how much they mean to me 🥹🥹😭😭😭

I feel like I’ve overused the crying face emoji too much in my ask BUT I ACTUALLY MEAN IT HERE EVERY TIME I can fill an entire glass up of my tears that kickoff caused me to shed alone 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Everything was just great vegetables, this chapter will definitely be haunting me while I sleep but it ended with an amazing scenario to build off of and dream about RIGHT?☺️ Anyway, my last words here are that I admire how you’ve been working on this project for around a couple months now nonstop, but the quality has not dropped and has instead improved despite it getting really tiring the more you carry on with it! Maybe that’s just how I feel about finishing what I’ve started LMAO but it’s so impressive every time I see someone able to pull that off, I’ve seen some fics succumb to the tragedy of “i-just-want-to-get-this-over-with-because-the-concept-no-longer-interests-me-anymore”-ness 😔 BUT WITH KICKOFF! I’m so happy that the author is as passionate about the characters and plot in their fanfiction as I am, and hard work really does pay off! (for the reader, hard work is waiting 3 weeks for a new fic— but the read’s always better the longer you wait 😉)

My ADHD really came out here I deeply apologize but my ACTUAL final words are: I wish I had a bf like gojo, Oh My God You Are A Legend Ellie, You are most deserving person of meeting Gojo Satoru FIRST if he ever comes to life, it is 1am haha so i’m sleeping now ☺️🤍 Celestiefan300 out!

MY SWEET ANGEL BB CELESTIEFAN3000 😭🫶🏼💕💕 HI DEAR

UMM CAN I JUST SAY IM AB TO SOB ALR JUST FROM HOW LONG THIS ASK IS ??? PLS FORGIVE MY URGE TO RESPOND TO EVERY ASPECT OF IT

thank you sm for the compliments on the writinf omg i rly feel comin into my own now n finding my voice as i continue to write more so seeing u say that esp as a long term reader is just ssooo dhddldfk 🥺💕 brb gonna cry

PLS IM SO SORRY FOR THE SAD EMOTIONSS aaa yes the baby steps to build their relationship has been……baby stepping indeed LOL but it was so nice to write the scene at rhe end where gojo comforts her 😭💕 so excited to write lovey dovey gojo now

OMG STOPPP w the nice words i will literally eat u for breakfast🧍🏻‍♀️the contrast w the soothing rain & hectic bar scene 😭 u pointing that out just made me soooo freaking happyy and wahh im so glad the scenes resonate w you :””) <33

ME TOO I FEEL IM HOLDING BACK ALL THE 😭😭😭 WMOJIS I COULD USE READING THIS ASK

awhh thanks darling im so happy kickoff has ur continued interest and AW to hear its improving means sm to me 🥺💕 im so passionate ab it, it has been so cathartic to write, and although its also hard to write sometimes bc of the personal aspects, it’s so joyous to me and i look forward to seeing it thru to the end w the same amt of passion. HAHAHA its hard work to read tho damn 😮‍💨 ur not wrong!! and also yes i too will be daydreaming of what happens next 🤣

my final words: i love u sm, YOU deserve a satoru (but i will gladly have him too if u say so🙈), so blessed to have u as a reader, and please get some good sleep my love <33

eeeeeee 🫶🏼💕

[brothersonahotelbed]

a few miscellanious writing tips you may or may not know (they are not required, but may help spice up your writing)

make sure your stories have two messages. the message you say and the message you hint at. the message you say is the "knight slays a dragon!" type thing. super obvious. the message you hint is often called the moral "growing up sucks" "acab" "learning to accept loss" etc. if you dont write a second message be warned because people will look for it anyway and an alarming amount of stories are accidentally pro eugenics

write character arcs, not stories. characters are not people, and should not be treated like people. having your characters likes and dislikes is good and all, but how does this relate to their arc. maybe their arc is laerning not to attack every monster on sight, so they like guns but not melee weapons because thats what monsters use.

character flaws work best when they are exaggerations of their positive traits. a confident character is also full of hubris. a funnyman cant address their genuine feelings aloud. a calm character doesnt take action when it's needed idk its 1am and i cant sleep and u seem interested in this plot stuff

this is so so so so so helpful oh my god. thank you so much i will definitely be referring back to this for my stories :]

[feckless-youth]

Good to know tho that i was right and the events of the first book are actually legit. I feel like that was obvious but the real actual firm confirmation of it was very comforting. Oh my god that scene with Sextus was SO.. AAAAA </3

LIKE oh my god he was so happy to see her and i was so happy to see him and she had no idea who he was. It felt like watching Axel and Roxas when Axel first finds him in the simulation. I wish i could remember who the Blood of Eden were but unfortunately every time they’re brought up so is the word “Remnants” and all I can hear is *danganronpa voice* DANGANRONPA *cool jazzy beat* so i havent taken much of that in other than they’re Not Good (potentially)

I JUST WANT TO KNOW I WANT TO UNDERSTAAANNND IM SO INTRIGUED WHAT DID SEXTUS SEEEEE IN HER WHO IS ‘ME’ I WANT TO EAT THIS BOOK BUT ITS 1AM I NEED TO GO TO SLEEP AAA

[kusundei]

please oh my god its almost 1am and ajax and i r still talking. i want to keeptaljing to u bht also i need to sleep pleasehelp

[velvetwyrme]

so, i decided to put together a handy little tool to make my life infinitely easier for my next rec list and.

it ended up being so teeny. so small.

it was also really easy to make and im questioning why i didn't do this earlier??? this saves me so much finagling with the formatting oh my god.

one day i'll put together something that allows me to just click a button and add the entered info to a database so i don't have to copy and paste the titles to a new sheet (which i have so i can cross-reference it to make sure i dont have any overlaps)

anyway, i need to go sleep its like 1am lol.

its fuckin DONE 👍👍👍

[girlwiththegreenhat]

i thought i had a Big Brain 1AM Realization that we still need the “rose quartz gems are bubbled in the zoo” thing resolved and we know susan has recorded lines we haven’t heard yet so naturally that means that’s coming up again right?? “what if she was recording lines for OTHER roses-”

and then i realized rose was actually pink diamond and actual rose quartz gems might sound way different and nooooow ive disappointed myself

[liquid-snakes]

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[creativepawsworld]

Silence - Chapter 11

Pairing = Thomas Shelby x Original Character

Summary = Anastasia waits patiently for John Shelby to collect his suit from the shop...Things get a little heated.

Warnings = Implied sexual things, breast groping, language, blood, fighting

Word Count = 1967

Thomas didn’t respond how I expected him to last night. Once the words had left my mouth, he sat in what I assumed was a stunned silence, jaw clenched before standing to his feet, telling me he had to leave. He wouldn’t tell me why, but why would he? I sat staring after him in a stunned silence of my own.  His lack of emotion hurt, but I didn’t cry. I refused to let myself cry.

I was not going to shed another tear over Thomas Shelby.

I awoke the next morning feeling terrible, idiotic for letting such words leave my mouth the previous evening, but he needed to know. He needed to know how I felt even if he didn’t reciprocate the feelings.

I beat myself up many times throughout the day, the scene replaying in my mind, making me feel sick at how stupid I sounded. To stop the tears from falling I had to remind myself of the advice Polly had given me over and over. He simply wasn’t worth it.

But I wanted him more than the air I breathed; he was my addiction.  

Tonight, I found myself working late again through no fault of my own. John Shelby was due to arrive and collect his suit at some point. I was nervous, unsure if he will like it, but it was some of my best work. My father informed me that I couldn’t leave the shop until he collected, never leave a Shelby waiting, he would say.

So, here I was busying myself with paperwork.  The shop was quiet today and I actually managed to finish the black cotton dress for Polly, and it was simply stunning. Something I would wear myself but the woman it was made for would fill out the dress out beautifully with her curves. She would look like a movie star.

Glancing at the clock I noticed it was approaching 9pm and there was still no sign of John Shelby. I wasn’t sure how long much longer I could wait; I was bored. I wanted to go home, have an early night and wash off the embarrassment of telling the most feared man in Small Heath I was falling for him.  

Sighing in disgust at myself, I closed my eyes for a minute knowing they could use some rest. The only way I had been sleeping lately was sitting upright in a chair but that had its own problems, the first being the discomfort. Wooden chairs were certainly not made to sleep in.

I jolted awake due to a sharp pain in my back, glancing at the clock it was just after 1am. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I had enough. He wasn’t coming.  The day was already over. Standing up and limping to the door, I opened it the cold air immediately nipping at my skin causing me to shiver. Turning carefully, I rested on one crutch, lifting my key to lock the door. He would just have to collect it tomorrow.

“Working late tonight again?” The unmistakeable voice of Thomas Shelby asked from behind me. Inhaling deeply, I felt a smile grow on my face I locked door. He just couldn’t stay away. I placed the other crutch under my arm once I was steady, turning to face him.

“Are you checking up on me Mr Shelby?” I asked confidently as I turned, my mouth falling open as he stood before me, a cut just under his left eye and blood all over his white shirt and neck. “Oh my god, what happened to you?” I asked almost forgetting about the crutches and falling forward but managing to catch myself, just.

“Just a bit of trouble” He shrugged off, his hands tucked into his long black coat.

“You are always getting yourself into trouble Thomas Shelby” I boldly tell him reaching forward, my fingers gently grazing his cheek bone just below the cut.

“Comes with the job”

“Of a bookkeeper? Don’t be ridiculous Thomas” I chastised with a glare. Thomas’s lips twitch into a small smirk at the job title I gave him, both of us knowing he was much more. “Come on, I have clean shirt at home” I nodded my head next to the tailor shop.

“Don’t think your parents would like someone like me in their home”

“Good thing they aren’t home. They are in London” I explain hobbling over and unlocking the door. The house was in darkness, my brother was spending the night with Martha, my parents in London. I had the place to myself. Flicking on a light I hopped into the living room, looking around for a clean shirt I knew I had left out to be put away earlier before I went to work.

“What’s taken them to London?” Thomas asked walking forward and through the door, his eyes scanning over the walls of my home. It wasn’t much but it was home.

“Fabrics. The shop is running low, they are going to stock up” I explain to him, limping to the clean laundry hamper that was waiting to be put way and taking one of my father’s shirts from it. “Please, have a seat” I gesture to him as he stood by the living door, clearly uncomfortable by being in my home.

“You don’t need to worry about me. I’ll be fine, it’s not my blood.” He sighed casually like it was the most common thing to say when you have blood on you. My mind went straight to the other man, was he okay? Was he dead? There didn’t seem to be much blood, it could have been a bar fight in the Garrison and Thomas stepped in to stop it. Save his brother's pub from destruction.

“We both know if the police see you with blood on your shirt, they will not hesitate and arrest you” I warn him, telling the truth.

The police had not affiliation with the Peaky Blinders and would happily see them behind bars for the smallest of things. “Or you can change into this clean shirt and get home safe” I finish standing before him, the shirt hanging off my finger, an expectant look in my eyes.

Thomas stared down at me, a look I couldn’t place in his eyes before he nodded, removing his peaked cap followed by his coat.

“Thank you” He muttered taking the shirt from my finger. Nodding my head I turned, shuffling towards the kitchen to grab the emergency kit to clean his face, a glass and an old bottle of whiskey my father had hidden behind the sink, he thought no one knew about, but we did, we just chose to ignore it.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry” I splutter entering the living room, almost dropping the alcohol and glass to the floor. Thomas was shirtless on the sofa, leaning his bare forearms on his knees, a cigarette hanging loosely on his lips. His mind in deep thought. Turning as safety as I could in crutches, my arms full, I stood with my back to him unsure of what to do.

“Its fine Anastasia, you can come in” He chuckled with a rasp.

Biting the corner of my lip I turned back around, refusing to make eye contact, my cheeks already feeling as though they were on fire at the thought of having a half-naked man in my living room. Nodding to myself for encouragement I offered him the glass and bottle of whiskey, as best I could with my eyes focusing on the corner of the room.

“Why are you looking up there?” Thomas asked taking the alcohol from me and placing it on the table. “Have you never seen a man before?” He asked taking my wrist into his hand. His other had pushing the crutches from under my arms, allowing them to fall with a soft bang on the carpet, leaving me at his mercy once again. Using my wrist, he guided me down to sit next to him on the sofa, practically sitting on top of him I was that close.

“No” I whispered closing my eyes. I didn’t want to be inappropriate.

I felt his hand caress my face softly, his breath fanning my face. Before there was nothing, his hand and breathe were gone. I didn't feel his presence anymore.

“I’ve a shirt on Stace” He sighed, opening my right eye first, I could see that he was in fact wearing the shirt I had brought in for him but when I opened my left eye, I realised he hadn’t button it up.

I felt my breathe hitch in my throat as I caught a glimpse of a tattoo. My hands were itching to reach forward and feel his tone chest now it was bare. “Are you going to use that kit or am I going to have to clean myself up?” He asked with a smug look on his face.

“Right, of course, sorry” I breathed shaking the terrible thoughts from my head and opening the little tin box, just staring at the contents. My hands were shaking as I reached in taking a piece of bandage rolling it up and grabbing the bottle of whiskey on the table to dampen it. “This may sting a little” I whispered, suddenly feeling unbelievably insecure under his gaze.

He turned to face me, his blue eyes swirling with an unknown emotion to me as I reached forward, gently dabbing softly at the cut. He didn’t seem bothered by it, then again it probably hurt more to receive it. I concentrated my attention on cleaning his wound that I didn’t even notice his hand snaking around my hip pulling me even closer to him the heat of our thighs meeting. I was pulled that close; his eyes were all I could see.

“Thomas what are you…” I asked but couldn’t finish as he pushed his lips against my own. My eyes widened in surprised before I relaxed into the kiss, fluttering my eyes closed as I began to kiss him back.

His hand caressed its way up my side, to the back of my head gathering my hair and tugging on it slightly, a throaty moan leaving my throat as his other hand caressed my neck, moving to my shoulder and down to my breast, cupping it in his large hand.

Pulling away from him, he looked deep into my eyes, his hand not leaving my breast as he squeezed it softly as if he was asking if it was okay.

Answering his silent question by pushing myself against him once again only this time I allowed my hands to explore his toned bare chest, moving up to his shoulders to push my father’s shirt from his shoulders. He momentarily let go of my breast to remove the shirt from his arms, throwing the clean garment to the floor.

“We should probably stop” Thomas whispered against my lips but not following through with any action telling me that he in fact didn’t want to stop. He pressed his lips against mine tightly, pushing me back slightly so I was laying beneath him, my back against the sofa.

Pulling away from him I couldn’t help but admire him as I looked up, my hands ghosting over his chest, my fingers tracing the outlines of his tattoo. The sheer look of admiration on his face as he looked down at me, his eyes jumping from my breasts to my lips and finally to my eyes.

“We probably should” I whispered back, looking deep into his eyes but doing the opposite. Wrapping my arm around his neck pulling him back into me.

Our lips crashing together in an almost painful kiss, full of passion, full of need, full of want.  

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