#peaky anon

[marksbear2]

Need Tommy Shelby to put me down and fuck me dumb while he call me his good boy, i‐ 🏃‍♂️‍➡️🏃‍♂️‍➡️🏃‍♂️‍➡️

🧀anon

My man my mannn, him and Arthur are my favorite out of the whole show. I’m gonna write a small lil thing abt this. And hi 🧀!!

⚠️Warnings!! Bottom reader, Praising, dirty talk, talking through it, spooning, cuddle sex, jerking off, short since I didn’t wanna write bottom reader 😭. And etc⚠️

Thomas Shelby x male reader

The bed squeaked and hit the headboard, grunts and moans falls from both men’s lips. Skin to skin as the Shelby’s hand wondered and touched your chest while kissing and nibbling on his neck. Both men were laying their sides spooning each other.

Tommy’s hips snapped back and forth thrusting his cock deep inside of you.

You let out a shaky breath as you feel Tommy’s lips kiss your ear then lower kissing down your jawline before down your neck.

“Your a good boy, taking my cock like a go lil thing, yeah.” Tommy praises as his tongue trailed down your neck. You’ve never heard Tommy this affectionate. He probably was wanted something after this, but you couldn’t care for the moment.

You feel his hand move down from your chest and to your cock wrapping his hand around it and jerking you off at the rhythm of his thrust.

“Good boy, good boy. Just like that huh?~” Tommy says kissing the side of your face as he thrusted in and out of you.

He either wanted something after this or disappear for weeks after this. You didn’t even understand why you let him do this to you. But you couldn’t help it. Thomas was perfect.

“Wanna cum?— can you be a good boy and cum for me?” Tommy asks breathing heavy by your ear as he jerks your cock off faster.

“I’ll be your good boy, I’ll cum!” You respond back in a weak moan as he jerks off your cock.

“Good boy, cum for me, cum for me.” He says as he squeezed your cock and stroked it with his rough hand.

You couldn’t hold off your orgasm any longer.

With a few more heavy moans and gasping you cum. Your cock spurts out its cum over Tommy’s hand and some getting onto the sheets.

Your hips thrust into his hand as he milks your cock. 

“Good boy.“

“You hear me, love? Good boy.”

THE END

[thecrackshipdiaries]

Cillian Murphy and Kat Graham

Requested: Anon

[ay0nha]

hello xx

Are you plannnig on doing a part two to ode to ruination? It is so good! you are fantastic

An Ode to Temptation | T.S.

PAIRING: Tommy Shelby x f!reader

WORD COUNT: 1.3K

WARNINGS: canon-typical things, talk of food/eating, Angst, smooches, guns being pointed, angst, drinking/being drunk, etc.

A/N: Hello!! I actually received A LOT of requests for this, which thank you all so much for the love!! I thought about it and Tried to write something, but I just wasn't feeling it AT ALL or as an ~ official ~ part II. BUT, I'll post the Rough Draft here.

Be kind; she's all over the place with rushed ideas/unedited/unfinished parts. Comments are always welcomed. Enjoy.

You were a master of speaking silently—you've spoken silently all your life, and you’ve had to live through entire tragedies because of it. However, once the yelling and failed attempts to leave wore out, it had become weeks of the same; the days held a repetitive blandness.

Your mornings were spent isolated, the overwhelming echo of the estate’s silence guiding you. The loneliness didn’t seep in until the afternoon when the rain forbade you from stepping past the door frame. However, the nights were unbearable. Even if you didn’t see or hear when Tommy came home, you could feel how the walls groaned at his presence.

You knew the maids whispered; you would, too, in their position. Nothing explained your sudden presence or what felt like your lack thereof. If anything, you were the ghost that haunted the house.

For your own good, you were told.

Tommy had fooled you that night. The party was performative, a distraction while he sent someone for your things. If Ada had known, you don’t doubt she would have tried to stop him. Or at least bought you some time. However, if she had realized your life was in danger, she would have already bought your ticket to skip town. Regardless, your destiny was determined.

You comforted yourself by the fire when your thoughts became overwhelming. It warmed your feet while the gin resting precariously on the chair’s arm soothed the pit in your chest. At some point, you stopped portioning yourself a glass. Holding the bottle by the neck, you lulled yourself further into the cushion with every slug.

“Not eating now, eh?” Tommy threw down his jacket in habit, marking his entrance. The sigh that followed conveyed his annoyance.

You looked up from the fire at the intrusion. You couldn’t decide if he was earlier than usual or if the grandfather clock was lying to you. Either way, you tipped your head against the side of the chair for solace.

“You want my attention, that it? Well, you ’ave it. ” The strike of his match was motivated by agitation. On the first exhale of his newly-lit cigarette, he said, “Don’t waste it.”

Tommy’s eyes bore into yours blankly. There were other things on his mind that even you thought were more pressing. You knew he found it easier to treat you like business than anything else. Tenderness was reserved for the nights the tunnels became too claustrophobic.

“Your cook’s shite.” You mocked drunkenly.

Hailed all the way from Italy, the chef you insulted was anything but. Nor was he at fault for your lack of appetite. It was childish behavior, but everything had become tit for tat. Tommy knew what you were doing, able to lure him in with such superficial words.

The call received was passed through his secretary only to be brushed off—another complaint of your behavior. They always reflected stubbornness, the same determination as the tales of the boy who cried wolf. And yet, Tommy struggled to ignore it as it frequented.

“Right…” Tommy ceded to himself. His frustrations were in vain, and he reminded himself he could be fair. “Let’s get something in you.”

“Offering to cook, hmm?” Your eyebrows raised in genuine amusement. He knew you well enough that you craved company. “Or is that below the Thomas Shelby?”

Something swirled in his chest, but Tommy brought the cigarette to his lips to suffocate it. Yet, with his free hand, he held it out to you.

When you were children, you barely knew Tommy. To you, he was just one of the Shelbys. You often confused him for his brothers, but he became definite when you finally spoke to him. Overlapped memories crowded the logistics of the conversation, but you could never forget your appreciation for someone like him.

The memory should have been bleak; the funeral brought lightening that highlighted every tear that streamed down your mother’s face. She was an unmoveable force, and for some reason seeing your mother break changed your own grief.

Neither of you nor Tommy had the capacity to understand death the way you knew it now, but Tommy guided that grief with knowledge beyond his years. You learned to grieve someone you didn’t know you could love.

The simplicity of the action entwined your lives, but it was lost after France. Everyone, including yourself, had changed. But for the moment, eyes closed, the memory made the thought fade.

You slid onto the kitchen counter, catching how Tommy rolled his sleeve until it met his forearm.

The actuality of the situation hadn’t hit you yet until you filled the humming silence. “I barely recognize you…”

Tommy seemed content entertaining you. It was the first time you’d offered him your undivided attention. “’m all heart tonight.”

“That it?” You mused, head cocking to take him in. Your tone was deceiving, posing genuine curiosity over your inner dissent.

Tommy was attentive, though, listening even as you trailed off into mumbling. However, he remained dexterous, concocting something simple. He knew the things you held dear, the comfort you found in your childhood food.

He had even memorized the particularities of their preparation; jam spread with a spoon from left to right; sandwiches cut diagonally, warmed to be able to feel its nourishment travel down; tea so hot that the heaping amount of sugar disappeared with one stir.

Tommy slid the plate to you, a mix of what he could find that hadn’t spoiled by the end of the day. He leaned back, arms tight across his chest as he waited for you to indulge. However, you slid it back to him first.

“Didn’t poison it…” He said, picking at the plate to prove his point. You rarely witnessed his appetite outside of cigarettes and booze.

You nudged him as you extended your dangling leg. There was no thought behind the action, but the attention pulled him closer to hear your words. “And I should trust your word?”

With a sigh of your name, the food was forgotten—Tommy took the bait.

“I can’t do this anymore.” You shook your head softly, the action dizzying. Without his jacket, the skeleton of Tommy’s gun holster highlighted his frame. It made it easy to place him between your legs.

He just wanted, needed, you safe. “It’s only until things settle in—

“London.” You finished the repeated lie. “Why is that, Tommy?”

You wanted to hear his confession. You knew why people were after you; you were leverage against such an unbreakable man. However, they seemed to understand Tommy’s feelings better than you. He never said it aloud. It had been years, decades, of a mutual lure that purposefully avoided the judgment you held for Tommy’s decisions or actions, ones you never compromised with.

For him, you were it.

“Tom?” You prompted again. You could see his struggle to form an admission even in your state.

Tommy broke.

He caved into you, your lips meeting his hesitantly but meeting with a longed-for firmness. Each time he pulled away, he only returned with more tenderness—the breaks between lessened, and so did the distance between your chests.

You almost got lost in something you spent years yearning for. However, you moved slowly in the way you knew would distract him. With the first layer of his guard down, the leather straps of his gun holster caught on your fingertips as you trailed along his shoulders. His body was yours; his shudder proved so.

Yet, once you hit metal, Tommy’s laugh mocked your insincerity.

You expected your hands to tremble. You hoped they would see if you had any trace of regret in the action. However, it felt freeing to rest Tommy's gun just below his chin. In your hands, it grew warm, a transferable heat of anticipation waiting for its purpose only you could provide.

Tommy's grip on you remained firm at the hips, lips still ghosting your own as he turned your threat into his own. “Go on, then. I taught you well."

[pjsk-headcanons]

the Popular Idol Game in the West Quartet (pjsk, bndr, d4dj, enst) all exist in the same universe!! dont ask me how that works

they listen to each other's music (minori is def a pasupale fan, peaky peaky thinks it's funny leoni has a song of their name, etc) and i like to think have bumped into eachother once or twice

-🚆

(ps: is this an au? tag it as "all together now; one more time! au" if you want)

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[tommyshelby87]

Tommy Shelby...

Well then...welcome to the Blinders, stranger...

[peakyscillian]

Tommy Masterlist.

Tommy Requests CLOSED.

Please read Warning on my Main Masterlist.

Nearly all of my stories contain smut.

🤍 Requested 🖤 Smut

Tommy : One Shots.

Razor - Absolute Fluff with Tommy.

Nightmares - Season one Tommy.

Moonlight - 'and he calls me moonlight too' Drabble 🤍

Die for you - Modern!Tommy. Song inspired.

Social, What? - Modern!Tommy discovers the gram 🤍 Safe Inside - Tommy just wants you to be safe 🤍 Jealous - Why does Y/N need to be jealous when she's the one marrying Tommy. 🖤🤍 (Part two of Safe Inside) All in - Tommy needs to stop playing games 🖤 Christmas Eve - Christmas is never simple with the Shelby’s 🖤 Ride - You just can't help yourself 🖤🤍 Not In Love - You & Tommy are definitely NOT in love, no way. 🤍 Hurt - Using Writing prompts. 🤍 Sweet Valentine - Tommy sometimes just needs to be shown how fun love is! 🖤 Untidy - How did Tommy get his wonky bowtie.🖤 On Film - Tommy just needs something to help him through long business trips. 🖤🤍 Sleep - Tommy hasn’t slept since returning from war. 🤍 Guidance - You & Tommy both need some guidance.🖤🤍 His Property - You know exactly where you stand with Tommy until those lines get blurred.🖤🤍 Vibrations - Modern!Tommy finds out vibrating panties are a thing, someone is going to have to test drive them. 🖤 Right Here - Tommy once again needs to prove himself.🖤🤍 Naughty Secret - You've been dating Modern!Tommy for a few months, he's about to find out something that he really loves about you.🖤🤍

Falling - Tommy & Reader are close friends, but what if they could be more? 🤍 Make Me - Modern!Tommy is in the dog house. Part One | Part Two 🖤 Santa,Baby! - Modern!Tommy in a santa hat, yes please! 🖤 Under The Mistletoe - Part of K's 2.5k Bingo Challenge. Back On Watery Lane - Being back in Watery Lane really brings back old behaviours. 🖤

Tommy : Series

Family Ties Masterlist - The Shelby's will do anything for family. 🖤 ✨Completed 16.04.23✨

Desire - Tommy is just too addictive 🖤

Tommy : Drabbles & Blurbs

Run - All Tommy ever does is run.

Partners In Crime - Part of Mar's 900 Celebration! Three's A Party - 🖤 Pizza & Champagne - 🖤 Sweetest of the Sunflowers - For K's 3k Celebration!

Lazy Mornings - “I can’t pull out when you wrap your legs around me like that.” 🖤🤍

Tommy : On Hold

Are you mine? - Soulmate AU. Tommy X OC. 🖤 ✨Currently not updating✨ My Girl - Tommy x Reader, Past Arthur x Reader (Hinted) Part One. ✨Currently not updating✨

[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Butterflies- Tommy Shelby (1)

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Characters: Tommy Shelby

Warnings: N/A

Request: Anon- Hi there just read your “Honest” Tommy fic and loved it. Can you do a Tommy x reader wedding day ? Tommy being his usual Self, stressing something will do wrong and he wants to make it perfect for the reader. Thank you

Word Count: 526

Author: Charlotte

Ada leaned close to your face as she manoeuvred the hair that fell around your face, trying to make it look perfect. It was hard to not focus on her stern expression as she repeatedly moved the same piece of hair to see whether it looked better pushed behind your ear or curled up to the clip that held your veil.

You had been friends with Ada long before you met your husband to be, frankly meeting him put the biggest rift into your friendship when you had to admit to her that you were fond of her older brother. She was far from thrilled to know you were interested in Tommy, but she didn’t expect anything to come of it but when she walked in on the two of you practically undressing each other, she realised you hadn’t just been joking. It took her a while to wrap her head around the idea but after she screamed at Tommy in front of practically everyone he knew, he had to make it clear that he was serious about you, and it wasn’t long before he asked you to marry him. Now you sat alone with Ada, letting her do your hair as you tried to be patient; but the butterflies in your stomach were fighting to escape.

Even though Tommy held your heart, you couldn’t help but feel nervous about your wedding day. It was meant to be perfect, and you hoped it would be but every element of it seemed terrifying, other than finally being stood with him and saying, ‘I do’.

“Have you finished?” You asked, trying not to fidget in your seat.

Ada hummed for a moment, intently inspecting your hair, finally unpinning a lock of hair and leaving it to fall down and frame your face.

“Done,” she grinned.

She had barely been able to stand up before the door to your room swung open. Your attention shot to the open door, revealing John, Ada and Tommy’s brother.

“Get out,” Ada shouted, throwing the hairbrush from the bureau at him, narrowly missing his head.

“Fuck, Ada,” he snapped. “What was that for?”

“Why are you in here? The ceremony starts in twenty minutes, shouldn’t you be off pretending to be busy?”

John avoided both of your stares, looking down to his feet. “There’s a bit of a problem.”

Ada’s expression became steelier.

“When there’s a problem at the wedding, you do not come to the bride, you go to anyone but the bride,” she frowned. “Can’t Tommy deal with it?”

“Well he’s the problem,” he explained.

You rose from your seat, the butterflies only becoming worse.

“What’s happened?” You asked.

Your mind raced. You didn’t know what could have happened to him, but you could only imagine the worse, your fiancé somehow dead in a ditch or left bloodied and bruised somewhere far from your wedding venue.

“He’s freaking out,” John sighed. “We’ve tried to calm him down, but we don’t know what else to do but he might listen to you.”

It wasn’t an ideal situation, but it was better than where your mind had first gone.

“I’ll talk to him.”

[jokerflecker]

Ask me anything

[call-sign-shark]

I've been tagged by @red-riding-wood and @emotionalcadaver for this awesome tag game started by the former one. Feel free to ignore if you have already been tagged / everybody can participate regarding of the fandom.

No pressure tags: @zablife @raincoffeeandfandoms @runnning-outof-time @cillmequick @peakyswritings @darklydeliciousdesires @evita-shelby @rysko

✞ Heaven is the main character in the ongoing Arthur Shelby x You series Heaven in Your Eyes.

[justins-foley]

does the tommygrace fandom feel quiet to you lately?

Hi anon!

Maybe yes 😅

I only joined the “fandom” a few weeks ago, and at the time it felt like it was pretty active and now it’s gotten quieter but maybe it’s just my impression? Again - difficult to say from my point of view

What do you think? And do you think it’s a bad thing, that it’s gotten quieter?

[skania]

THOUGHTS ON TOMMY & LIZZIE IN S6 (PART 2)

So this has been in my drafts for almost a year now. I kept putting it off because I wanted to rewatch the season to write my thoughts more coherently, but by now I think that’s just not happening so I’m posting it as is lol

Part 1 HERE 

Once again, this post will contain tons of images, and spoilers for the entirety of Season 5 and Season 6. So, read at your own discretion!

So where I left off, Tommy and Lizzie had chosen to overcome Ruby's death and all the pain and stay together. 

Tommy even makes her another promise, that he will change and change for good. For real this time. Just not yet. 

The thing is, Tommy is right when he says has no limitations. He doesn't know when to stop. So, he doesn’t stop to think that other people may have a limit to how much they are willing to put up with. He figures that as long as he can keep providing for them, that as long as he can stay at the top of the chain, people will stay. That they will need him.

I feel like this is the crux of his behavior towards Lizzie, but when it comes to her, it’s not about the money. In his lowest moments, Tommy likes to pretend that it is; like in the S3 where he tries to give her money only for Lizzie to refuse to take it. Or in S5, when he lashes out saying that everyone needs him, she included.

But what keeps Lizzie by his side isn’t his money, it’s loyalty. It’s her love for him. Tommy knows this. It’s the reason why, whenever he does something he knows she will not like, Tommy feels guilty but still expects her to put up with it. And really, Lizzie has put up with so much throughout the series that Tommy's expectations aren't unfounded.

Until Diana happens.

Diana

The powerful thing about this scene is that all at once, Tommy knows that he has gone too far. He knows this is something he can’t ask Lizzie to overlook. Something she may not be able to forgive.

What Lizzie feared has come true. He has crossed the line.

The focus on his wedding ring tells us all we need to know, but what follows is just as striking.

His guilt, his panic is such that he feels trapped. He is back in those tunnels in France, a man with a death sentence and no way out.

And it’s all because he has stained Lizzie yet again.

Honestly, there’s a lot to say about Tommy’s dynamic with Lizzie. Tommy keeps most of his relationships transactional, but what Lizzie asks of him—what she deserves of him—is something Tommy doesn’t know how to give. I think this is part of what makes Lizzie get under his skin the way she does.

She loves him thoroughly and honestly and Tommy doesn’t know what to do with that because he doesn’t love himself, so he doesn’t know how to love her right, either. But—and that’s the thing—he wants to try. He sincerely wants to be a better man.

This is why he has such a visceral reaction to sleeping with Diana. Lizzie deserves better, she deserves so much better and Tommy is painfully aware of this. The fact that he was even capable of doing this to her makes him sick, because what does that say about the kind of man he is?

He changes the combination to the safe after this.

It’s not even because of his sickness, but because of this betrayal. He doesn’t want Lizzie to know. He doesn’t want to hurt her. Not yet. Not when he doesn’t have results that could perhaps, somehow, make her understand why he did it.

The saddest thing is that back when Tommy took Lizzie to that hotel room, he offered to let Lizzie into some of his plans, and she rejected his offer. She said she knew enough, because she was hurt at finding herself at the top of Tommy’s regrets. But now that she understands he doesn’t regret her, Lizzie is willing to give him another chance. She wants to know again.

But now more than ever, Tommy can’t let her in. All he can give her is a promise that he hopes he will be able to keep. That once everything is done, he will bare himself to her, sins and all.

The way he even restates his promise to her during the dinner shows the importance he is giving to it. Even now, Tommy thinks there’s time to make things right.

Of course, nothing ever goes the way he plans, so Diana comes in and the bomb explodes.

This scene is tragic but it’s so funny at the same time. He doesn’t even dare to look at Lizzie when Diana reveals they slept together. He tries to but immediately looks forward again. How sad is that lol

He is literally seething after Lizzie leaves. These two bastards humiliated Lizzie — and doomed his marriage — because he himself gave them the ammo.

And then Mosley goes and twists the knife right where it hurts.

How ironic! Tommy’s entire conflict with Lizzie this season is the entire opposite! The irony is not lost on Tommy, he kept to wine despite the american’s insistance that he switch to whiskey, but after this he does ditch the wine to pour himself a glass of whiskey lmao

This exchange pretty much summarizes everything Tommy has come to realize about himself and Lizzie this season.

Tommy tries and tries to do the right thing, but his means are always wrong. Sleeping with Diana is just the latest in a list of fuck-ups, and he has come to realize that even though he would like to believe the opposite, he can’t be what Lizzie deserves him to be because he does belong at that table.

And that’s the saddest ending.

The ending he has brought on himself.

Lizzie’s goodbye

It's funny because Tommy is an inherently selfish person. He is greedy and self-centered and single-minded. Despite having no plans of making her his wife, he tricked Lizzie into not marrying John in Season 1 and made sure she wouldn't date Angeal in Season 3. 

What this all comes down to is that Tommy is caught in a hell of his own making but he's not selfless enough to let her go, because he wants her by his side.

Hell, if it weren't for his sickness, I bet Tommy would've found a way to convince Lizzie to stay, even after Diana. But his sickness and his lack of future (she doesn’t deserve what I’ll become) give Tommy the last push he needs to finally put Lizzie first and to free her from the curse (him), so he lets her go without a fuss.

The tragedy in all of this, is that this is the first time Tommy has been selfless about her. This is the first time he has truly put her first. But Lizzie doesn’t know this, because she never found out why the bomb was ticking.

This is literally the biggest act of love Tommy has ever done for her, but she doesn’t even know it. To her, his acceptance probably only confirms that he doesn’t love her enough.

Truly tragic from beginning to end.

The Rings

This was one of my favorite details this season. She takes hers off, but Tommy keeps his on until the bitter end. He wears it until the very day he intends to die.

Even though Lizzie has left him, Tommy keeps the reminder of their marriage on him. He chooses to stay married to her until his last moments.

Which is no surprise because even during that plane ride, Lizzie and all the ways he failed her kept weighting on his mind. 

Right now, In this Moment

I wanted to wrap this up with this scene, because holy hell did we have to wait for it.

In Part 1, I talked about muy favorite bits: the parallels behind Lizzie knowing the combination to the safe, and Tommy saying that she married a man and she married a curse. But there’s something else that really stood out to me about Tommy’s wording, and it’s the way he choses to frame his long-time-coming confession.

I feel like this has so many layers; the wording is utterly deliberate and means a lot of things at once. Tommy chose that place because they have no history there; unlike Arrow House, there are no painful memories there. It isn’t tainted by their past and their mistakes. It’s a blank canvas where it’s just him and her.

But there’s more to it than that. Tommy dreads what he will become. Not only because of his business, but most of all, because of his sickness. 

He fears he will have to crawl, grow insane and helpless. A few months from now, he may not even be aware of who he is and of the way he feels about her.

So I feel that he is essentially telling her: for the record, in this moment, when I am of sound mind, and in this room, where you and I are all that matter, I want you to know that I love you. I wanted you to know this, while I can still say it. Please remember it.

And of course, Lizzie knows at once that something is wrong. That Tommy is like a bomb waiting to explode, because why else would he be admitting that he loves her now? Why else would he be expressing it with such ominous wording?

So all in all, Season 6 is just really bittersweet because it’s like Tommy and Lizzie didn’t even have a fighting chance. He was dead because of Polly, dead because of Ruby, dead because of business, dead because of his illness; and then Lizzie is gone.

Throughout Peaky Blinders, we saw Tommy fight his love for Lizzie, we saw him accept it, then we saw him admit it; but we never got to see them happy the way we should have. There was always something bigger than them going on, and it’s a huge shame.

In all honesty, I have no idea what is expecting them in the movie. In a way, I think Tommy knows that finally letting her go is the best thing he has ever done for her. In that way, their chapter may truly be closed.

But if he does manage to change, to truly change for good and become a man worthy of having her by his side, then I’d like for him to think he deserves to fight for her. I do think that despite everything, Lizzie would likely give him another chance.

Because for better or worse, Lizzie loves Tommy Shelby. And while it was often for the worse, Tommy Shelby loves her too.

[girls-band-headcanons]

d4dj and Bandori are in the same universe bc of that 4koma so, in turn, I'm gonna talk abt headcanons I have that involve the 2 franchises!!!

ibuki has been compared to aya before many times, especially their voices. noa has a tendency to scream and wail w towa about it.

nanami and rinku have not met ever but all of the lyrilily members think they should be friends (every time they plan one, though, it always never ends up happening)

nagisa is a roselia, afterglow and ras fan and collects merch of them. she especially loves sayo and moca's guitar playing. she rlly want to do a collab w ras bc of the band having chu2.

chu2 has beef w shinobu. nuff said. shinobu doesn't rlly care much, but wants to have a joint live w them one day.

kokoro is friends w the rich girls, especially miyu and esora bc of their statuses as The Richest Rich Girls. they also keep trying to get Rinku to meet her but it hasn't happened bc their schedules never align.

saori is a bit of a regular at Galaxy ramen to the point masuki and tomoe remember her face. she is terrified of masuki though.

the hikawa twins are towa's cousins and when noa found out she has been begging towa to meet hina. this has not happened yet.

tae was an acquaintance of nagisa when nagi used to perform on the streets. nowadays they don't talk much but nagisa likes keeping up w her band's music. tae thought nagisa was a high schooler.

lumina covers some pasupare tracks in her streams which caused pareo to be a fan of hers, she's a casual fan but knows a few unichord songs she hums to herself when she's w chu2 and the others.

abyssmare and ave mujica have been compared to each other online a lot, it annoys sakiko but neo literally doesn't care at all.

mygo is a band aoi likes following and is a little obsessed w them. she listens to their songs when she's having a hard time. she got nagisa to be interested in some of their songs. tsubaki on the other is a avemuji fan bc of the vocal work.

hina is a fan of m4 and rlly rlly want to Collab w them but chisato isn't too keen on hanging out w "two hinas but one is orange-haired" (rika)

Mod Fusion: Welcome back, Crow! Anyways, these headcanons and relationships are awesome! Love crossover relationships!

[saintshelby]

Brother I only just discovered that you also WRITE. You are very talented and I'd like to ask if you'd please be considering to do some more

Thanks so much for the kind words! I actually did have plans for the next chapter of Afterlife but I sort of lost the plot and haven't been able to pick it back up.

Just for you, here's a piece of a prequel chapter I never posted. Hope you enjoy it. 💛

It haunted him in the late hours of the night, when he closed his eyes for a moment's rest. If he was idle for just a fraction of a moment too long, it all came flooding back. It tormented him, the image of Alfie's body laying lifeless on that fucking beach. The blood soaking into his hair, staining the beautiful white sands. And the pain of being shot in turn did nothing to stifle the despair Tommy had taken with him long after he'd returned to his manor full of ghosts. Because, at that moment, he genuinely thought he could walk away from all of it.

But he couldn't. And he still fucking can't.

Tommy returns to the scene of his crime at regular intervals under the express and explicit understanding that they would be continuing their previous business arrangement. It would have been a waste to let things come to an end, after all. It was Tommy's suggestion. Alfie agreed. Bygones being bygones, he had said. Considering their past, Alfie’s particular standing, Tommy's wild ambition, for all intents and purposes and absolutely nothing more. But it was, of course, a complete fucking lie. That's the lie he tells himself. The lie Alfie goes along with. The lie Tommy wants desperately to be true.

And though he tried to stop, tried to give up the pretense, it was that same powerful longing that he hadn't the strength to deny which drove Tommy to make a desperate pilgrimage back to that place over, and over, and over again. And each and every time Tommy darkened his doorstep, Alfie greeted him with the same kind of warmth he always had. Though his face was badly scarred and he was now half blind, it was always the same fucking expression. One of delight, unabashed, loudly affectionate. And Tommy could never understand why.

Predictably, they hardly talked business during Tommy's visits. There wasn't much to talk about anymore. Tommy would settle himself in that same armchair and Alfie would sit across from him, hum and haw about rum barrels and warehouses as he always had. As if nothing had ever happened, nothing had changed. Humoring him. It was all just one long fucking con. A tired play at normalcy. A selfish attempt to ease his battered conscience. But it never fucking worked. The only thing Tommy had ever managed to accomplish was feed his growing demons. He would leave the same way he'd come. Full of darkness and unease. A growing guilt that was becoming much too difficult to contain. A renewed fear that he couldn't continue this. But he couldn't stop coming. And he found, if he thought about it for more than a passing moment, that he didn't want to stop.

Tommy finds himself in the car again one Saturday afternoon. By now he's traveled to Margate with such frequency he's sure he could make the drive with his eyes closed. And as he goes, he quietly ruminates on the imminent end that's surely coming. Because it has to be. Even now, Tommy can't help but wonder why Alfie enables this lie. What the purpose of all of this must be. For what reason would Alfie keep opening his home to the man who left him for dead on the very beach he now lives?

He thinks of this as he drives, as he always does, knuckles white on the steering wheel. He tries to rationalize that same question, over and over again, endlessly searching for an answer that simply isn't there. Tommy knows deep in his bones that he doesn't deserve this. Doesn't have any right at all to be in this car again, to be going where he's going. And yet he can't turn back. A purgatory of his own making. And he hates himself for it. For this. For everything. Why is he so fucking selfish?

By the time Tommy pulls up to Alfie's house it's dark. His fingers ache from their grip on the wheel. He sits there for several long minutes, staring out through the windshield. It's late, but the lights are on. The lights always seem to be on when Tommy arrives. Finally he gets out of the car and as he does he realizes abruptly that he's left his gun behind. He'll long for it later, after he's left, on the lonely drive home. He always does.

This time, Alfie's already standing in the doorway when Tommy finally finds the courage to climb the walkway. "Evening, Thomas," he calls out, voice boisterous and inviting. He's wearing a wrinkled shirt rolled up to his elbows and his suspenders are hanging off his trousers. It's a relief to see Alfie looking so warm and lively. Tommy regrets the feeling almost immediately, because he knows it's not a comfort he's deserving of. Alfie's expression is unchanged, open and honest as it always is. Tonight Tommy finds he can't bear to look at it.

"Hello, Alfie," he says quietly, trying to keep the tremor out of his voice as he quickly sidles past. There's a fire burning in the hearth when he enters the sitting room. Tommy gravitates toward it, craving the warmth. He hears Alfie pull the door shut and putter around behind him, talking about something or other that he can't rightly focus on before disappearing into the kitchen. The atmosphere feels relaxed in a way that he wasn't prepared for. He feels shame for finding comfort in it. It's getting harder and harder to live this lie.

Tommy's stomach twists. He’s just turning towards the armchair when he sees it. The glass of whisky, freshly poured, sitting on the table next to the spot he usually occupies. He stares at it. Startled. There had never been any alcohol present on any of his previous visits. Alfie doesn't drink. He can't even begin to understand the implications of it. Can't understand why Alfie would possibly want to put forth any effort to make him feel welcome here. The weight in the pit of his stomach grows heavier when Alfie returns with a tray of what is most assuredly bread freshly baked by his own hand accompanied by butter and jam.

"You're looking quite bird-boned these days, Tom. You can pick at that whilst we conduct our business." Alfie sets down the tray and gestures for Tommy to sit, but he can't move. Rooted to the spot by this apparent tenderness he can't fathom. His hands are shaking. He shouldn't be here. Shouldn't be doing this. The guilt is a weight bowing his spine and he's going to drop it if he doesn't—

"Why?" Tommy hears himself say. Almost unsure it was his voice at all. He doesn't sound like himself. He sounds small and weak, like a child.

"Why?" Alfie parrots, looking at Tommy with a gaze far too heavy to hold. He laughs, but it doesn't sound right. It's hollow, humorless. "Why are we sat here in the middle of the night week after week drumming up whatever piss poor excuse for business we can manage, you mean? Honestly, Thomas, I was quite hoping you'd tell me that."

But he can't possibly. Doesn't have enough air in his lungs, enough strength to vocalize what he's supposed to say. What he needs to say. He's not ready for that, never will be, so he reaches for that blessed glass of whisky as his throat is closing up, can't even bear to fucking look at Alfie as he drinks just to fill his mouth with something other than words. He can't do this. Can't keep fucking doing this. Tommy grips the back of the chair so hard his knuckles turn white as the realization makes his blood cold.

It's already happened. His time has finally run out.

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It's in moments like this when Y/N see’s the real Tommy, her Tommy. A day spent inside, no work, no phones just each other. 

Tommy in his most relaxed state, she wasn’t sure if anyone had ever seen him dressed in a sweatshirt and a pair of grey joggers, but she was so glad she was privileged enough to experience it. 

He was almost softer on days like these, as if the weekend spent away from his busy life had worn down the edges of him. 

She looks up as he enters the lounge, a bottle of champagne and the takeaway pizzas in hand, a smile on his face as she got up to help him “Pizza and Champagne like our first date” she hums, pressing a kiss to his cheek. 

“I know how to treat a lady” he jokes, placing the boxes on the coffee table, she passes him the champagne “Tom, we’d had a late night in the office even though we were meant to be going for a nice dinner” she giggles, as he skillfully popped the bottle open. 

“Like I said I know how to treat the ladies” he winked, handing her a glass, she took a sip letting the bubbles pop on her tongue “Well you got me so it must have worked” she smiled, curling her legs underneath herself on the sofa, settling back as Tommy dished up slices of pizza. 

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Butterflies- Tommy Shelby (2)

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Characters: Tommy Shelby

Warnings: N/A

Request: Anon- Hi there just read your “Honest” Tommy fic and loved it. Can you do a Tommy x reader wedding day ? Tommy being his usual Self, stressing something will do wrong and he wants to make it perfect for the reader. Thank you

Word Count: 464

Author: Charlotte

John led you and Ada down the hallways of the venue to the other suite that the groom and groomsmen had been occupying to get ready for the wedding. You kept back when John and Ada entered the room to usher out the rest of the men, leaving Tommy alone in the room. Each man looked you over as they left, having not anticipated to see the rosy cheeked bride with her skirts hiked up in her arm and feet still bare from rushing to your husband-to-be’s aide.

“Thomas,” you called from outside the room.

“Y/N,” you heard him return, followed by a couple of steps, leading him to the door.

Tommy tried to pull the door open, but you gave your side a sharp tug, forcing it practically closed, leaving only a small crack open.

“What-“ He trailed off, having not expected you to force the door closed on him.

“It’s bad luck to see me before the wedding,” you reprimanded. “That is if we are still getting married.”

Your voice had a slight shake, scared his feet had become too cold to get him down the aisle. You hadn’t even considered him as someone who could feel nervous, but you were still concerned about the day even though you were certain you wanted him to be your husband.

“Why would you ask that?” He asked.

“John said you were freaking out,” you whispered. “Are you having second thoughts?”

A deep rumble of a chuckle escaped him. “Don’t be daft, Y/N, I’ve wanted to marry you since the first time you came to dinner with Ada, we might have just been kids, but I knew one day you’d be my wife.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you slipped your hand into the gap in the doorway, leaving it there until he laced his fingers with yours.

“I don’t think anyone would believe me if I told them how cheesy you are,” you smiled softly. “Or that you are freaking out, as John put it. What is wrong?”

“I wasn’t doubting marrying you, Y/N,” he explained, giving you hand a squeeze. “But I do doubt that I deserve you. You deserve to get the best and with me, it’ll never be an easy ride.”

You wished you could throw open the door and kiss him, hold him close as you reassured him, but you let the superstition hold you there, only able to take his hand.

“If I wanted an easy ride, I wouldn’t want you,” you stated. “I do deserve the best and you are the best. It only shows that in the fact you are worrying about it.”

Tommy let out a sigh. “Are you sure you want this? You are sure you want to be a Shelby?”

“More than anything.”