#oc: riley smith

[call-sign-shark]

Bird of A Feather || Peaky Blinders x OCs

A short story for the wonderful @evita-shelby inspired by her moodboard gift Bird of A Feather.

Words: less than 1k

TW: Tommy and Heaven together (this is real warning for any HYE reader😂), allusions to drugs, overdose and sex. Ethical slur because of the show. Also this is not proof read, we die like men.

Notes: Reference to this chapter of HYE.

None of this was supposed to happen.

It was what Heaven thought when she watched her own reflection in the mirror of the ridiculously expensive suite's bathroom Mr. Shelby had booked for their stay in Boston. As she reflected on her new life, her slender fingers nervously tried to untangle the long gold and diamond earring chain Tommy had gifted her prior the trip. The vortex of her raging thoughts was so wild that she didn't hear the door opening, nor the husky and charming voice that called her name. Her body suddenly jerked when she felt one strong yet warm hand resting on her shoulder — She turned around in one vivid movement, the angelic complexions of her face only relaxing when they met with familiar turquoise eyes.

"Are you ready?" Tommy asked, one of his brow slightly arched as his piercing and ice-cold iris carefully observed the white-haired woman's features.

"Almost, but I can't seem to get rid out of this damn knot."

"Let me check." Three words again, said with the same collected tone whose deep and sultry voice sent shivers down her spine. Without wasting more saliva, Tommy brought his hands to the jewel and started to untangle it. "Don't you like it?" He broke the silence, "You always wear gold, but diamonds make a delightful echo to your crystal eyes." The thought of Tommy noticing such trivial details about her still felt odd considering how profound their mutual hatred had been for years. But Lizzie taking the kids had given them a little push.

"I do." She reassured, offering him a faint smile. They were so close that she could feel the heat radiating off him, as well as the elegant fragrances of his cologne tingling her nostrils.

"So why do you look so unhappy, ay?" He finally succeed in rearranging her earring, his calloused fingers gently grazing her reddened earlobe before finding rest on one of her cold cheeks. Tenderly. Lovingly.

"I'm just a bit anxious. I always hated big gatherings, let alone when the whole crowd is made of political figures, rich heirs and nobs." The way her lips pouted and her expression turned into a childish one as she pressed her face harder against his comforting palm snatched an amused snort from him, and yet… Tommy understood — her wild soul belonged to the forest and mountains no matter the expensive jewels and finest, seductive dresses. Heaven was not cut for this hypocritical world. The gangster leaned over her dainty frame and brought his face closer until their fiery breathe mixed and their nose touched.

“Think of them as your stupid little preys, just like you did in the forest. You might be on their territory but you are the predator here, and they should be the ones quivering with fear. Not you.” He pronounced this in intoxicating whispers that manage to lull her anxiety — or maybe it was because she was focusing on how his breath had quickened now that their mouths were so close. Batting her eyelashes, the white witch slowly nodded: they would be the real menace of the whole ballroom. Tommy drowned himself in the frost desert of her eyes for a bit, his thumb slightly pulling her fleshy lower lip down, “And if it is not enough, remember that I’ll stay by your side and keep you out of sorrow.” As he concluded, his placid face split in a wide and fierce grin that showcased his teeth. A genuine Tommy Shelby’s smile, scarcer than the rarest gem.

“And I’ll keep you out of it too.” She replied, mirroring his smile but with a more moderate one.

“That’s it, Devil.” He affectionately called the petite witch before his sweet liquored lips crashed against hers, the whisky taste blinding all her other senses and making the world outside fade to black. Her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, surges of electricity cursing through her body as the infamous gangster deepened the embrace. Amidst the chaos they had left behind in Birmingham they stood, his free hand pressing on her lower back to pull her closer until his strong chest flattened her small breast and every of their curves fit snugly altogether. After all that separated them, Tommy had finally won: his brother’s beloved angel belonged to him and only him… Conquered and with her wings pinned, Heaven forgot how wrong it felt and gave in, her tongue shyly waltzing with her old enemy’s. With that wicked brother-in-law she wished to see dead not that long ago. When their mouth parted and Heaven tried to break the embrace to go back dolling herself up, Tommy grabbed her wrist firmly, pupils dilated with pride and lust.

“No. Kiss me again.” His husky voice ordered.

The whole party was probably the most boring one she had ever attended and to make her evening worst, Americans proved that their awful tastes also encompassed alcohol. Not the smallest bottle of red wine had been put on tables, only dry and bitter champagne they were proud to show off as if it was the pinnacle of the French culture. Heaven winced after the first sip and immediately put the glass back where she had taken it, hoping no one had notice her bad manners — she definitely wasn’t one of them, and navigating among the upper-class crowd was not as easy as Tommy made it look. Her mind started to form the words “Arthur would never…” but soon her heart tightened in her chest and she forced herself to chase away the thought of her beloved former husband. “Arthur is not here anymore.” Tommy’s voice echoed in her head. In truth, the lanky gangster had stopped being there the moment he relapsed in drug again, trading cocaine for opium. It had been too much and, loyal to her principles, Heaven left. Never ever she would have imagined that Arthur would be found months later in the Chinese quarters with a syringe in his arm, devoid of life. And while she was spitefully musing over and over again on these cursed memories, two vicious pair of eyes stared at her.

“She looks like she’s about to murder everyone here.” A bewitching feminine voice resounded, catching the attention of the tall American man standing next to her, “I like that.” Eva added, bringing the fine crystal of her glass to her blood-red lips to sip the fancy cocktail she had ordered. At her words, Jack’s mouth curled in a shark-like smile, the scar on his upper lip stretching as he did.

“And she’s hot.” He said, the couple giving each other a conspiratorial glance, “That’s what you were about to say, weren’t you, Goddess?” His manly hand discreetly slipped from her lower back to her ass, grabbing one of her cheeks firmly. Eva snort in reply, side-eying her cheeky husband before focusing her attention on the delicate but wild angel that was impatiently waiting for Tommy to come back from his smoke outside. Lost in her contemplation for a short while, the Mexican witch wondered how such a seraph-looking creature could wear a stare that cold. How could she radiate off something that… Unsettling? Anxiety-inducing? Threatening? She couldn’t even find the right word.

“Feeling sinful, Daddy?” The Mexican beauty, sublimed by an overtly expensive red dress, cooed with a sultry tone that would have turned the meanest man to a brainless drooling dog.

“With you? Always, Goddess.” He winked at her before leaning for a kiss on her temple but a few seconds later the two future presidential couple saw their new associate coming back to the ballroom and heading straight to the lonely white-haired brat, “So you were right, she’s Thomas Shelby’s sweetheart. The Gypsie bastard got himself a fucking pretty pussy.”

“A witch.” Eva corrected, her tone stricter as she pronounced the word, “And he’s rather handsome too. Both are highly fuckable.” She mused, her dark eyes never leaving the newlyweds.

“Well, let me introduce you to them then! After all, we’re in business together now.” Jack suggested, burying his nose in his wife’s long dark hair to relish on her enchanting perfume. Fuck — if they weren’t that busy he would have ruined her cunt in another room right now.

“Excellent idea, Jack. Introduce me to them.” Eva emphasizes on the word, finally looking at the tall American with the flames of sin dancing in her evil eyes. It was all it took for Jack to understand his wife’s intentions… And they were in total harmony with his. “I hope we could officialize our partnership with them in a more intimate and fun way than just a handshake.” As possessive as they were together — as possessive as the English and French mirror facing them — Eva foresaw their agreement about her perverse suggestion, but the truth was there was no need to be a clairvoyant witch for guessing right.

The four of them were all sinners.

[writer-of-various]

More Shenanigans

Alejandro, Gaz & Ghost: *screaming*

Rudy: *runs into the room* What's wrong, Ghost?!

Alejandro: Wait, why are you asking Ghost that when Gaz and I are also here?

Rudy: Because Ghost wouldn't scream unless it's an emergency. You two scream whenever you have the chance.

...

Rudy: Hi, who's this? Price changed all of my contacts to mythical creatures.

Amanda: What's mine?

Rudy: Dwarf.

Amanda: HE'S SO MEAN, I'M NOT THAT SHORT!

Rudy: Oh, hey Amanda.

Amanda: FUCK!

...

Gaz, texting Soap: Soap there’s a moth on the outside of the bathroom door can you get rid of it?

Gaz: Pls hurry because I’m going to cry

Gaz: Soap

Gaz: Soap

Soap: Soap is dead. You’re next. Love, Moth.

...

Gaz, holding a scooter: Price! Can I go outside and play with this?

Price: Sure, whatever. I'm not your parent, okay?

Gaz, running outside: Thanks Price!

Price, running out after him and screaming: NOT ON THE STREET! STAY AWAY!

...

Price: You’re charged with…..breaking into a pet store?

Ghost: I thought the animals might be lonely.

[evita-shelby]

could i request some drabbles:

Eva wanting to adopt a dog but it’s horrifically ugly (chewed up looking Chihuahua) and Tommy is like “hell no.” but Eva uses her daughters to wreck havoc on Tommy’s life and emotions until he inevitably caves. and despite his obvious disdain the dog ends up liking him best and tries to follow him everywhere much to his embarrassment when he tries to conduct Peaky business.

Thanks anon, gonna call you anon🐾 now

Xoco

Gif by @peakykoko

(No more taglists for these, we die like Grace)

“It looks like the one you had when you were little, mama!”

Those damn words started it all.

The salt and pepper chihuahua Eva arrived in Small Heath with had been old and sickly, but well cared for but the witch who had had Xoco since she was eleven years old.

It had a diamond necklace, for fuck’s sake.

Now this dog, also named Xoco, had been foisted upon him when the girls and their mother went shopping while he was meeting with the ministry of trade during their holiday in Mexico.

He had said no, Eva’s younger cousin Maddy, had given her two xolo dogs named Aristotle and Pesechat thus bringing them to four fucking dogs.

This did not include Charlie’s cats, their horses and the other animals that they had taken in at Arrow House.

“No, means no, sweetheart.” Tommy had been adamant, stood his ground and soon the matter was forgotten.

Except it wasn’t.

Flora cried the entire drive back to Chapultepec Castle, Diane glared at him until he sent them to their room, and even worse, Eva claimed to have a headache that night.

The first two he could weather; Charlie had gone through a phase where his tantrums had him questioning whether he could break his rule about no corporal punishment.

Thomas Michael Shelby enjoyed sex far too much to have his wife deny him.

Those months they were separated had been torture, but not enough to consider cheating on her because then she would kill him --- and he would have let her. And now having her deliberately do this while he is having to actually work this entire week is just cruel.

“Fine, the girls can have the rat they found on the street.” He said the next evening after Eva upped the ante by not wearing a damn thing to bed.

This had been preceded by Florence stealing all his glasses and Diane cutting holes in his pockets and both girls joining together to ruin the meeting he had before noon.

They returned home with the ugliest and most annoying dog he has ever had.

And yet, unlike the rest of the dogs –especially Cyril, that fucking traitor--- Xoco ,with it half-bitten little ears, incessant barking and need to leave to do her business outdoors through only the front door, had stuck to him like glue.

“That is the ugliest thing I have seen. Is that a diamond collar?” Ada said when she sees the little dog following him into the office and laying down protectively in front of his desk.

As if little Xoco could be of any protection.

“Yes, the girls picked her up in Mexico. She likes me for some fucking reason.” He said knowing his sister is trying not to tease him about it as he rubs his eyes.

This is made much worse when Xoco barks and snarls at his sister as if she were to attack him.

And when Ada doesn’t back off, the lapdog proceeds to attack.

It is a funny sight, seeing his sister shriek and retreat because a dog the size of rat is threatening to bite her, going as far as jumping at her hoping to get more than just her ankles.

“Call her off, Tom. This isn’t funny.” His sister said going as far as jumping into the chair to avoid being bitten by the little beast.

And he does, only after having a good laugh he hasn’t had since before France.

[toasttt11]

we

December 31, 2022

The team was playing against the University of North Dakota. The first game back since their Christmas break, a break that made Riley have quite a few realizations.

She stepped on the ice tapping the back of Will and Gabe’s helmets before they lined up waiting for the puck to drop.

Quickly North Dakota scored on the U-18 and Riley already got her first penalty for tripping a player.

North Dakota scored once more making the score become 2-0.

Riley stole the puck from the opposing player and quickly passed it across the ice right to Will, Will quickly brought the puck closer to the net and passed it right across the ice to Gabe, who smacked into the back of the net, making the U-18 finally get a point in the board .

Will and Gabe skated right into Riley and brought her into a group hug, all of them yelling in excitement.

Riley, Gabe and Will all hopped onto the ice for their next shift, Riley took the puck bringing it down the ice towards the goal, she sharply passed it back to Gabe who quickly passed it across the ice to Will and Will quickly took a slap shot onto the net, making the score become tied up 2-2.

“Woohoo!” Gabe yelled happily as Riley and him pulled Will into a tight hug on the ice.

“Nice Smitty.” Riley mumbled knocking her helmet to Will’s helmet.

“Thanks Slugger.” Will beamed back towards his two best friends.

The first period ended with the score 2-2.

Will gently pulled on Riley’s long braid as they stepped back onto the ice for the second period, Gabe smiled at the two watching as Riley turned around playfully glared at Will.

“Leave Snips alone Smitty.” Gabe nudged Will away from her and happily pulled Riley to him, sticking his tongue out playfully at Will.

Will just shook his head with an extremely fond smile before they had to skate to center for the start of the period.

They almost went the entire period before something happened, sadly North Dakota scored again.

With just two minutes left of the period Gabe, Will and Riley hopped onto the ice.

Riley took the puck to the blue line and passed it across the ice straight to Will, who passed it to over to Gabe, Gabe passed it right into the goal.

“Good job Gabe-o.” Riley gave Gabe a proud smile patting him on the shoulder making Gabe beam happily and his cheeks turn pink.

The score was tied 3-3 at the end of the second period.

The third period was slow and all shots were continuously getting blocked making the score stay the same.

Riley turned around seeing an opposing player slam Gabe into the boards, Gabe fell down onto his knees.

Riley felt something snap and she didn’t wait a second before her gloves and stick was thrown to the grown and she pulled the player away from Gabe and started throwing multiple punches at the player.

Will helped Gabe stand up quickly checking him with his eyes and nodded seeing he was okay, they turned around seeing Riley absolutely destroying the player, She was throwing a lot of punches at his face before she was dragged off by the refs still yelling at the player as she continued to get dragged to the penalty box.

Will smirked watching the whole thing and groaned as Gabe elbowed him in the side, “What?” Will looked at Gabriel in question.

“Don’t encourage her.” Gabe sternly told Will, Gabe knew how much Will thought it was hot when Riley fought but he didn’t want her getting hurt anymore.

Riley let out a harsh breath pulling her helmet off and chucking it on the bench before she sat down and ran a hand over her head and winced at her knuckles rubbing on her head.

She put her hands down and winced slighty at her extremely bloody knuckles and the multiple split knuckles, she shook her hands out and grabbed a towel pouring some water on it and wiping some blood off.

Riley already knew she was going to get a stern lecture from Gabe for getting hurt from the fight.

They ended up losing in overtime and Riley managed to avoid the boys for a little longer by heading to the medical team and got her hands all cleaned up.

Riley luckily could take as long as she wanted as the hotel was next to the arena and they walked over so she didn’t need to rush.

She took a long shower leaning into the cold water and let out a breath. She’s been unsettled since she realized her feelings for the boys and truthfully she didn’t know what to do next, like just go up to them and say oh hi i think I’m in love with you both okay cool.

Riley groaned frustrated and just blew out a long breath. She was wondering if her feelings for Gabe and Will were worth the risk of losing her two best friends.

Riley got out of the shower and dried off and just threw on sweatpants and t-shirt not in the mood it put her suit back on and besides mostly everyone is gone so it did not matter if she had it one.

Riley grabbed her bag and reluctantly put on her coat because she knew it worry Gabe is she walked through the snow with no coat even if it would feel nice too.

Riley walked the quick walk back to the hotel, she saw many people walking by all dressed up and she remembered that it was new year’s eve and would be new year in a few hours.

Riley walked into the hotel and chose to take the stairs not wanting to have any human interaction that was not Gabe or Will.

She walked down the hallway and passed her own hotel room to the one next to it, that she knew was open for her.

She quietly walked in and saw the boys cuddled up on a bed and she closed the door behind her. Her heart clenched fondly seeing them cuddling with each other and she knows the two like each other, it’s obvious she just is hopeful that have room for her too in their hearts.

Will looked up and smiled softly seeing Riley in the room, he patted the bed for her to join. Gabe was cuddled into Wills side and has his head hidden in Will’s neck dosing off.

Riley bit her lip but nodded she dropped her stuff on the desk and took her coat and shoes off, she walked over and Will reached up grabbing her hand and pulling her down so she fell gently on to the top and curled up between them.

Gabe sleepily opened his eyes and beamed seeing Riley had joined them and is laying on them, he wrapped an arm around her snuggled even closer to the two.

Will gently rubbed Riley on the back making her relax on them and Will softly smiled and he could practically hear her thinking with questions, “Relax Slugger, we can talk about us when we all wake up.” Will softly reassured her and Riley nodded and laid her head on his chest and began relaxing extremely fast and felt so comfortable cuddling with them both.

The three of them all managed to sleep for a good few hours before the alarm Will had set for the countdown went off.

Gabe rubbed his eyes and smiled again as he realized it wasn’t a dream that Riley was cuddling with them. He looked up and saw Will looking at them with a fond smile. Gabe leaned up more and gave Will his forehead kiss before feeling Riley start to move and saw her eyes slowly blinking open.

“Hi snips.” Gabe spoke softly and gently played with the ends of her hair.

“Hi.” Riley looked between them nervously.

Will and Gabe shared a look a nodded.

“We like you.” Will started off slowly and gently kept rubbing her back especially feeling her tense up in shock.

“And we like each other.” Gabe bluntly told her and smiled hopefully, “So?” Gabe looked at her with hope.

“We uh wanted to wait for you.” Will explained seeing her questioning look, he remembered kissing Gabe for the first time in the summer and knew he was always gonna be stuck with him and Riley.

“All three of us together?” Riley asked titling her head curiously really liking the idea. Will and Gabe but quickly nodded in unison.

“Ok.” Riley bit her lip hiding her smile seeing them both so exicted by her answer.

“Oh thank god. I need to kiss both of you and was gonna die if i had to wait any longer.” Gabe dramatically told them making Riley and Will share a fond look.

Will grabbed his chin softly and pressed his lips passionately to Gabe’s. Gabe quickly kissed him back running a hand through Will’s blonde curls.

Riley smiled watching the two and really enjoyed seeing the two together.

“Don’t forgot about our girl.” Will gave a stern look to Gabe when Gabe whined when they stopped kissing but Will’s words made him perk up.

Gabe looked back at Riley and smiled leaning down pressing his lips to hers gently and almost whined loudly at Riley tugging at his curls.

Will think he almost enjoyed watching them more.

Riley pulled away panting slighty but leaned up to Will, who met her half way and connected his lips to her.

They pulled away from each other and Riley laid her head back down on Will’s chest and grabbed Gabe’s hand intertwining their hands. Will wrapped his arm around Gabe’s shoulder and Gabe scooted closer resting his head next to Riley’s

The sound of fireworks went off like crazy outside as it hit the new year.

[ms-rampage]

Alejandro: "You know Spanish?."

Soap: "No."

Kenneth (COD oc): "Tengo que hacerlo, o mi esposa me gritará si no lo hago." (I have to, or else my wife will yell at me if I don't.)

Alejandro and Rudy: *laughs*

Ghost: "..."

[wanwan888]

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[doodling-doodle]

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[alaluea]

Speedran a short PMV based off an idea I had in my head with my Hologram OCs!

There’s no context I’ll give for this other than there’s a gathering happening and Sadie (pink haired gal) is the main attraction :>

Song: Running Out of Time (Vivo)

[evita-shelby]

Lol yeah pretty much 😅

“The fruit was never an apple”

Max Svabinsky, (1873-1962)

“In Paradise” circa 1918

[teddybearowu]

the voices made me do it

[oskea93]

Kansas Anymore: Drabble #1

Tyler Owens x OC

Summary: In which Riley Owens, the ex-wife of the infamous Tornado Wrangler, has 36 hours to come to terms if moving to a whole new country with their small daughter is something she truly wants to do.

Warnings: Cursing, angst

✶ Chapter One ✶ Chapter Two ✶

■ Italics = Flashback

■ A/N: So this is just a little outtake update. These drabbles will be focused in the past and will spill the tea on Tyler and Riley's relationship - good and bad. I am gonna start writing chapter three in the coming days so be on the lookout for that... And I may have another fic on the brain... Stay tuned ❤️

■ Taglist is available - just drop a comment! Would love to hear your thoughts, questions, or maybe just drop by to say hello! Can’t wait to hear from y'all

TL:  @ellesmythe  @18lkpeters @hookslove1592  @djs8891 @smoothdogsgirl @queenslandlover-93 @imjustamehbleh @love2write2626 @lt-jakeseresin @starcrossedtrek

@lauraseresin @axolotllover225 @kmc1989

“You can’t be serious right now!” My knuckles were white as my fingers curled tightly around the handle that sat above the window. “You’re gonna get us killed – fucking turn around!”

The car veered sharply around a corner, tires squealing against the asphalt. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat echoing like a drum in my ears. The sky was pitch black, the only light coming from the dim glow of the dashboard and the constant flash of lightening high in the sky.

“Relax, I’ve got this!” Tyler’s voice was steady, but I could see the tension in his clenched jaw and the way his eyes darted to the rearview mirror as the funnel barreled closer.

“Relax? Are you kidding me?” I shouted over the roar of the engine. “We’re not in some action movie! You’re gonna get us both killed!”

He didn’t answer, just pressed harder on the gas pedal. The speedometer needle climbed higher, and I could feel the car vibrating with the effort. I glanced out the window, trees blurring into a dark smear as we raced past them.

“We can’t outrun a tornado, Tyler!” I yelled, the panic rising in my throat. “This is insane!”

Tyler glanced over, his hands reaching over, pulling the belt tighter across my chest. “Wanna bet?”

The wind howled outside, shaking the truck as if it were a toy. Debris flew past the windshield, some of it slamming against the car with loud thuds. I could barely see the road ahead; the rain was falling in sheets, and the wipers struggled to keep up.

“Tyler, please!” I tried to keep my voice steady, but it cracked with fear. “We need to find shelter, now!”

He ignored me, his eyes fixed on the road, his knuckles as white as mine on the steering wheel. The car hit a pothole, and we were jolted violently, my head smacking against the window despite the seatbelt. Pain shot through my skull, and I tasted blood.

“Damn it, Tyler!” I screamed, tears blurring my vision. “This isn’t worth it!”

In the distance, I could see the tornado’s massive funnel, an ominous silhouette against the flashes of lightning. It was like a monstrous black snake, twisting and writhing, consuming everything in its path. The sound was deafening, a constant roar that drowned out even our screaming.

“God dammit, Riley!” Tyler yelled. “I fucking got this!”

But the tornado was gaining on us, its monstrous form growing larger and more terrifying by the second. The air pressure dropped, my ears popping painfully. The car swerved again, narrowly missing a fallen tree branch.

“Tyler, we’re not gonna make it!” I sobbed, clutching the handle above the window as if it were a lifeline. My mind raced, picturing the car being lifted and tossed like a rag doll, the metal crumpling, the glass shattering. This couldn’t be how it ended.

With a final, desperate glance at the rearview mirror, Tyler seemed to make a decision. He yanked the wheel to the right, sending us skidding off the road and into a muddy field. The tires spun, struggling for traction, but Tyler kept the pedal to the metal, urging the car forward.

There wasn’t a house in sight – just an open field. I kept my eyes trained on the scene in front of us, glancing every other second to see how Tyler was reacting. His once cool and calm façade was now replaced by worry and fear – feelings that the so-called tornado wrangler never dared to show.

The car's headlights cut through the darkness, illuminating the swirling chaos of wind and rain. The tornado’s monstrous form was a dark shadow against the flashes of lightning, growing larger and more menacing by the second. The air pressure dropped even further, making it hard to breathe, my ears popping painfully.

“Tyler, what are we going to do?” I cried, my voice barely audible over the roar of the storm. “There’s no place to hide!”

Tyler’s eyes darted around, searching for any sign of shelter, but the field stretched endlessly in every direction, offering no refuge. The car hit another bump, and I was thrown against the door, my heart racing faster than ever.

“Just hold on, Riley!” Tyler shouted; his voice tinged with desperation. The tires struggled to find traction in the muddy ground, the car fishtailing wildly.

I wasn’t the praying type – never having grown up going to church and all that, but at that moment I was desperate. “Please God – please God.” I whispered the words like a mantra, hoping some higher power would hear me, even if I had never believed before.

The wind howled around us, the noise deafening, as debris began to pelt the car. The windows rattled, threatening to shatter. The car lurched as it hit another rut, and I could hear Tyler cursing under his breath, fighting to keep control.

“Look!” Tyler yelled, pointing ahead. Through the sheets of rain, I could make out the faint outline of a small bridge, its weathered wood barely standing against the storm.

Tyler didn’t hesitate. He gunned the engine, aiming straight for the structure. The car bounced and jostled over the uneven ground, the structure growing larger and larger in our view. As we neared, Tyler slammed on the brakes, sending the car skidding to a halt against the side of the bridge. Without a word, we both threw open our doors and ran for cover, the wind nearly knocking us off our feet.

“Hold onto that pile!” Tyler’s voice was barely heard over the roar of the wind as I wrapped my arms around the wooden fixture. Tyler’s body hovered over mine as the rain pelted us sideways, mud and debris hitting us as the tornado approached. The red truck that Tyler treasured began to be pulled away only to be slammed back into the side of the bridge, my screams being overshadowed by the wind as nature’s force laid upon us. The wooden planks shuddered as the rusty nails began to give way, ripping off the top.

The bridge groaned and creaked, the old wood and metal straining under the sheer force of the tornado. Splinters flew through the air like missiles, and I pressed my face against the wooden pile, trying to shield myself from the onslaught. Tyler’s grip on me tightened, his body a protective barrier against the fury outside.

“We’re going to make it!” Tyler shouted, though his voice was filled with equal parts determination and fear. I held onto his words like a lifeline, my heart pounding in my chest.

The wind howled louder, and I could feel the bridge lifting slightly beneath us, threatening to be torn from its foundations. My mind raced with images of us being flung into the storm, the bridge collapsing, and Tyler’s truck being swallowed by the tornado. I squeezed my eyes shut, praying for the nightmare to end.

The noise was deafening, a relentless cacophony of wind, rain, and destruction. I felt like I was being pulled in every direction, the tornado’s force almost too much to bear. But Tyler’s presence kept me grounded, his unwavering strength giving me hope.

“Just a little longer!” Tyler yelled, his voice barely audible over the storm. “It’s almost over!”

A loud crack echoed through the air as one of the bridge’s support beams snapped, the structure shuddering violently. I tightened my grip on the pile, my knuckles white with the effort. The wind seemed to intensify, and I could feel my body being lifted slightly off the ground, the pull of the tornado almost irresistible.

And then, as suddenly as it began, the wind started to die down. The roar of the tornado faded, replaced by the steady patter of rain and the distant rumble of thunder. The pressure around us eased, and I dared to open my eyes.

The bridge was still standing, though barely. The top was partially ripped off, and debris was scattered everywhere, but we were alive. Tyler loosened his hold on me, glancing around to assess the damage.

“I think it’s moving away,” he said, his voice filled with cautious relief.

My eyes moved around, my body still shaking as tears started to prick against my eyes. The bridge was a tattered mess but for some reason we were still here – still alive. “You okay, baby?” Tyler’s hand caressed my arm, turning me to face him as he checked for any visible injuries. “Looks like everyth-“

“You stupid fucking asshole!” His body fell back at the force of my push.

Tyler's eyes widened in shock as he stumbled back, trying to comprehend the sudden shift in my demeanor. “What the hell, Riley!”

I could feel the anger boiling inside me, a mixture of fear, relief, and frustration. "You almost got us killed, Tyler! What were you thinking, driving straight into the storm like that?"

His eyes stayed connected with mine, searching for the right words but knowing they would still be wrong in my view. “Baby—” He sighed. “It’s a part of the job – tornadoes are my job.”

I stared at him, incredulous. "Your job? Your job is to drag me into life-and-death situations without even a warning? Without any regard for our safety?"

Tyler ran a hand through his hair, his face a mix of guilt and defensiveness. "I didn't expect it to get this bad. I thought we could get through it like we always do."

"Like we always do?" I echoed, my voice rising. "This isn't some routine storm chase, Tyler. This was a goddamn tornado! I could have died out there! We both could have!"

He took a step closer, his expression softening. "Riley, I know you're scared. I was scared too. But this is what I do. I study storms, I chase them. I can't just sit on the sidelines."

"But why drag me into it?" I asked, tears welling up in my eyes. "I didn't sign up for this."

Tyler took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving mine. "Because I need you with me. You're my anchor, Riley. You keep me grounded. I thought... I thought having you there would make it easier."

I shook my head, the tears spilling over. "It's not easier, Tyler. It's terrifying. I can't go through that again."

He stayed silent for a moment, “Would this be a bad time to ask you to marry me?”

My head jerking up, meeting his gaze, “What?”

I watched as he slowly reached into his denim pocket, pulling out the diamond ring. “I’ve had it in my pocket for about a week now – lost the damn box – almost lost the fucking ring a time or two.”

The tension in the air was palpable as Tyler revealed the ring. Despite the fear and adrenaline coursing through me from the storm, my heart skipped a beat. His eyes were earnest, filled with a mix of hope and apprehension.

"Riley," he began, his voice trembling slightly. "I know this isn't the most romantic proposal, and I know I've put you through hell. But I love you. I want to spend my life with you, chasing storms or not."

I stared at the ring, sparkling even under the dim light, and then back at Tyler. The weight of the moment pressed down on me, the reality of our dangerous lives juxtaposed with the promise of a future together. It was as if the storm outside mirrored the turmoil within me.

"Tyler," I whispered, my voice breaking. "This is crazy. You’re crazy."

He nodded, a small smile forming on his lips. "Maybe I am. But I’m crazy about you, Riley."

A laugh bubbled up, mingling with my tears. Despite everything, despite the fear and the chaos, there was love. And maybe, just maybe, that was enough.

I took a deep breath, my hand reaching out to touch the ring. "Yes," I said, my voice steadying. "Yes, I'll marry you."

For a moment, the world seemed to stand still. Tyler's face lit up with joy, and he slipped the ring onto my finger. It felt strange, comforting and surreal all at once. But in that instant, surrounded by the remnants of the storm, it felt right.

Tyler pulled me into an embrace, holding me tight as if he was afraid to let go. I could feel his heart pounding against mine, a rhythm that matched my own. The storm outside seemed to quiet, as if acknowledging the significance of our moment.

"I promise," Tyler murmured into my hair, "I'll do everything I can to keep you safe. I know it's dangerous out there, but I can't imagine facing it without you."

[call-sign-shark]

𝒮𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓀’𝓈 𝒳𝓂𝒶𝓈 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓎, 5th December

"Conquering a country didn't mean one should forget about the Christmas spirit. As a white and nationalist American man, Jack Nelson gave special importance to Christmas, enjoying these holidays since he was a child. As he grew up, the idea of a perfect celebration became an expensive dinner at home and one night of torrid fuck with a woman, multiple orgasms being the ultimate gift. Unfortunately for Jack, political duties came along with his ambition to run for president, and the intimate night ended up being a party at the White House. Dinner at home was canceled, but not the second part of his plan: He was sure the presidential bedroom would please his witch of a wife." For @evita-shelby, based on National Anthem.

To celebrate Christmas I’ve been using my free time lately to create 23 gifts that are already programmed, most of them for my beloved Peaky Blinders mutuals. I’ll post one gift per day until Christmas, so stay tuned in because yours are coming. You just don’t know when! 🎄

[writer-of-various]

Cursed Group Chat pt 5

Gaz: Guys, where Rudy and Alejandro?

Soap: Weren't they with Ghost?

Ghost: No...

Amanda invited Price to the group chat

Price: What the bloody hell did you idiots do, I have to bail out Rodolfo and Alejandro

[evita-shelby]

Juli congratulations on 1,000 followers!!!!

Can I request something with this prompt? ❛ i don't know how you've bewitched me, but it needs to stop. ❜

I think it’s soooo fitting for Eva x Tommy 🖤

I love it 😊🖤

I hope you like it mar 🖤🖤

Bewitched

Gif by @cillianparadise

“I don’t know how you’ve bewitched me, but it needs to stop.”

He says this after he comes to her doorstep in the middle of the night.

“Bewitched you, I didn’t do anything.” The witch said in confusion. Dark hair moused from sleep and brown eyes showing concern for the man who showed up here demanding something even he hadn’t believed himself.

She had; she must’ve had because he cannot get her out of his fucking head.

Thomas would be damned if he let her get away with this.

He had Grace, while he has never been serious about women after Greta, with Grace he felt that perhaps he could begin again.

She quieted the shovels; her lackluster personality soothed him like a shot of morphine.

But then Eva Smith had met his eyes as she walked past his house one morning and it was all over.

He had stared for so long he had felt like they had fucked.

They had been doing this since he returned from France and she’d passed by his window and he had followed her until the witch had left his line of sight.

It had meant nothing, it hadn’t until these past weeks after a gust of wind blew off her hat and her laughter had reached him as she and Finn went after her hat.

After that fucking morning everything had changed.

Her laugh and smile haunted him even when he tried to drown it out with whiskey, gin and Grace.

He thinks about her even when he is with Grace, dreams of brown hair and tan skin and magic.

There are no more tunnels and guns and screams, there is only him following the young witch he can never catch up with.

This morning he had woken up from a dream where had caught her and she had laughed richly saying, so you found me, now what will you do, Mr. Shelby?

Thomas had woken up with Grace asking why he wanted to take the foreign girl over his desk.

Needless to say, things with the barmaid have been ruined because of the fucking witch before him.

He needs this to be over, to have her end whatever shit curse she put on him so he can have his life back.

“You did. You must’ve. I can’t stop thinking about you and I don’t even fucking know you.” He says sounding like a madman by the end of it.

“Have you considered this might not be magic, Mr. Shelby?” the witch asked him, still refusing to say what he needed her to hear.

Maybe the cold barrel of his revolver could make her admit it.

He’s not above threats.

Thomas Michael Shelby is not a good man, violence comes to easy to him since the War.

“Oh, I know that, but I give you my word, there has been no witchcraft of that sort because I don’t know how to do that. The most I can do is use toloache to drug someone and that plant doesn’t grow here, nor would I ever stoop so low.” The witch says having read his mind or guessed why he was reaching into his coat for the fucking gun.

“Then what is it then? If its not your bloody witchcraft, what the fuck is it them?” he asks thinking there was no other reason for this madness.

He feels his hands sweat at the thought of approaching her, he wants to know what she likes, what her perfume smells like, if her hair is as silky as it looks and if there are freckles under the ungodly number of layers she wears.

“I think you are infatuated with me.” She answered with a red tinge in her cheek that he rather liked.

“What the fuck am I, a teenager?” he threw back incredulously. “For fuck’s sake I am turning thirty this year.

I don’t have a crush on you.”

“Says the twenty-nine-year-old man who thinks I put a spell on him.” Eva points out and he supposes she could be right. “Anyways, I am very flattered, if you would like to see where this goes, you can pick me up tomorrow morning, wear the blue shirt and if you need any ideas, I heard the museum is nice.”

“I am not taking you out on a date, Miss Smith.” He scoffed.

“Call me Eva, only fair to let you use my given name after starring in your dreams for so long.” She teased and he fought the urge to roll his eyes at her words.

She was bold, he’d give her that.

“Fine, Eva, I’ll pick you up before noon, we can have lunch there and see where this goes, as you said.” He agrees hoping it will end badly and kill this ‘crush’ once and for all.

[toasttt11]

gabe x riley x will

gabe x riley x will

5”11 x 5”9 x 6”0

sunshine x grumpy x sunshine

hockey player x hockey player x hockey player

golden retriever x black cat x golden retriever

her softest spot x the gf x her soft spot

always warm x always warm x always cold

he fell second x she reluctantly fell x he fell first

sweet boy x angry girl x sassy boy

needs cuddles x does need both x needs kisses

cleans her up x always fighting x thinks it’s hot

driver x passenger princess x passenger princess

[ms-rampage]

141 and Nikolai have to hold him back, and not even the 5 of them can hold back this angry Canadian moose man 😂😂😂😂😂