#taking off her blazer fanning herself already asking for milk

[royalarmyofoz]

i bet you there would have been a hot ones episode of american auto s3

[unbealevable]

GOBLINS ➝ BECHLOE.

TAGGING ➝ Chloe Beale, Beca Mitchell.

LOCATION ➝ Beca, Chloe and Amy’s apartment.

TIME FRAME ➝ 2/10, afternoon.

WARNINGS ➝ None.

NOTES ➝ Beca comes home to find Chloe and five new babies.

CHLOE BEALE

Although they’d smiled politely and thanked the woman who had come into the clinic mid-morning with a box of newborn, abandoned kittens, everybody had actually been kind of mad about it. For all she knew, their mom had simply gone to find food, and would return to find her kittens gone, but they were here now, and there was nothing they could do to reverse her actions—if the cat had returned, she would be long gone by now, and her babies wouldn’t smell like her anymore. This, of course, meant that they now had five helpless kittens to provide twenty-four hour care for, and without considering the shoebox she lived in, Chloe had jumped at the chance to volunteer.

After checking them all over, they all seemed to be in generally good health, and were each given tiny paper collars in different identifying colors—red, blue, green, yellow and purple—before being bundled into a new, bigger box with fresh blankets, and Chloe had been dismissed early to get them home and settled. Considering they couldn’t yet open their eyes properly, it wasn’t like they needed toys or food bowls or anything; the clinic provided her with plenty of kitten milk and syringes to feed them, then the rest was pretty much up to Chloe.

Navigating the city with a box of kittens proved to be a task, as did opening doors, but once they were safely out of the cold and closed away in the apartment, Chloe cleared a space by her side of the pull-out bed to settle their box, then set a timer for every two hours on her phone for scheduled feeds.

By late afternoon, changed out of her scrubs and into a standard winter comfort outfit of leggings and a sweater, Chloe sat cross-legged on the bed, pouting at the soft whines to ring from the box beside her as she scrolled through kitten care tips on her laptop. “I know, you’ll get more milk soon,” she cooed toward the box, leaning over to admire the tiny black and white blobs sprawled out in their makeshift bed.

BECA MITCHELL

Another day, another frustrating shift at the office. While Beca wasn't a fan of physical activity in general, she was low-key grateful for her studio commute as the musical  decompression time on the subway plus the several block power walk to and from her subway stops helped blow off some steam. So she wasn't in the worst mood by the time she got home, all things considered.

Especially because her apartment had heat. And food. And…

"Chloe?" Beca cast a confused wave at her roommate as she set her laptop bag down gently by the foot of the bed. Then she carefully removed her headphones from around her neck and shrugged off her blazer. "What's up, you okay? Are you sick or--"

The tiniest mewl interrupted Beca and her brow furrowed as she followed the sound toward the other side of the bed. "Uh, what…" Taking a few steps over, her hand flew to her mouth and barely muffled her gasp at the sight of the tiny creatures in the box. "Dude, oh my god!"

CHLOE BEALE

In hindsight, maybe Chloe should’ve texted her roommates to at least give them a heads up about the kittens, but she’d been kind of preoccupied all day, so the thought had just slipped her mind. It wasn’t until she heard the door opening that it registered to her, and Chloe bit back a grimace as she took in Beca’s reaction. She couldn’t tell if it was a good one or not.

“Before you say anything,” she began quickly, pushing her laptop aside to instead swing her legs over the side of the bed, body now facing the box. “They were abandoned. Some lady brought them to us this morning, and they don’t have their mom, so now someone has to take care of them until they’re big enough to take care of themselves.” Chloe pulled her lips inward. “Don’t make too much noise, okay? They’re really tiny, you might scare them.”

BECA MITCHELL

Beca may have perfected her hard-ass exterior over the years, but while she held firmly to her belief that most people suck… she'd always had a soft spot for animals. Some of them even melted that badass persona right into mush. She couldn't help it. 

"Oh my god, okay." Beca kept her voice low and toed off her boots before lowering herself to sit on Chloe's side of the bed beside her. "Poor babies! They're so freakin' small, holy shit. I've never seen a cat that small." And there were five of them!

All of this information processed a little too slowly as Beca tried shaking off the shock and she cut Chloe a glance, blinking. "Wait. Does that mean we're taking care of them until they're big enough?"

CHLOE BEALE

Pleased that Beca at least didn’t seem angry, Chloe’s expression softened, and she glanced between the box of kittens and her best friend seated now beside her. “I know, they’re newborn,” Chloe explained, keeping her volume low so as not to wake the ones that were still sleeping. Technically, they all should be sleeping between feeds, but already some of them were a little more lively than the others. “We don’t know when exactly they were born, but it can’t be more than a couple days. You see how they can’t really open their eyes yet?”

Peering into the box, Chloe pulled in her lips again. “Umm, yes,” she nodded. “I mean, I’m taking care of them. It would be awes if you could help, but you don’t have to. They do need to be fed a lot, though… Every two to three hours, in fact.” Chloe paused, nose wrinkling as she shot Beca an apologetic look. “And that’s every two to three hours, including during the night.”

BECA MITCHELL

Beca nodded without hesitating. “Shut up, nerdface. I’m not gonna let you do this shit by yourself--it sounds like a lot of work. And I’m here already. I’d be a dick if I let you do this all by yourself.” Not that Chloe needed to ask. Seriously, Beca never thought twice about helping Chloe, that’s how it had always been. She caught her lower lip between her teeth for a bit, seemingly losing her restraint. (At least she didn’t let out the squeal. She had a cool image to maintain.) “So can I hold one??”

CHLOE BEALE

Chloe knew Beca was a softie for animals—who wasn’t?—but she still felt a certain sense of relief in response to her reaction. It was much better than she’d expected, considering they were going to have a lot of sleepless nights ahead of them. But Beca was her best friend, and Chloe knew that she’d always have her back, so it really shouldn’t have surprised her.

Her lips relaxed into a warm smile. “You can, but you have to be extra careful, okay? In fact…” she paused, picking up her phone to check the time. “They’re due another feed really soon, maybe you could feed one or two of them?” Pushing herself up from the bed, Chloe bounced toward the small kitchen, then directly to the fridge to grab the kitten milk. “There are a couple syringes by the box, grab those and we can fill them. Feeding them is so cute, Bec. They make the sweetest little suckling noises.”

BECA MITCHELL

“Oh, um--sure!” Her reply tinged with a sudden injection of anxiety. “They’re so freakin’ small,” she noted as she peered into the box once again. “What if I accidentally crush it or something?” Beca wrinkled her nose, knowing the concern was likely a dumb one--she had pretty small hands, after all. While Chloe set up the milk, Beca hurried to change into her pajama pants and a soft t-shirt, wanting to get comfy before handling the baby kittens.

CHLOE BEALE

Chloe chuckled quietly as she got to work on carefully heating a saucepan of water. “You won’t. They’re also less fragile than they look… But I mean, don’t, like, squeeze them or anything,” she frowned, focus on preparing everything she needed. While Beca changed, Chloe set a fresh container of milk into the pan, keeping the heat low, before shuffling back toward the bed to plop back down into her previous position.

Grabbing the small notebook she’d been recording their feeds (and other habits) in throughout the afternoon so far, Chloe pulled it into her lap, opening it up to scan over her earlier notes. “I’m guessing you’ve never fed a kitten before?” she questioned, lifting her gaze toward Beca. A shot of excitement ran through her at the idea of getting to teach her something, even if it was just how to syringe feed, so Chloe wasn’t going to waste any time, and leaned down to carefully scoop up the first meowing kitten.

“This one’s name is Green for now,” she said in a soft voice, pulling her hand close to her chest and glancing down toward the black and white blob with a small, contented smile on her lips. “They’re all named after the colors on their collars,” Chloe hummed, reaching out with her finger to delicately stroke over the kitten’s tiny head. “Do you want to hold him? His milk isn’t ready yet, but I bet he still loves cuddles.”

BECA MITCHELL

Beca had to bite back her smile as she watched Chloe go into vet mode, writing her notes and analyzing the situation. “Nope. Can’t say I have, Dr. B. Good thing I’ve got you to teach me.” Pride shined in Beca’s eyes as she watched her best friend handle the kitten with such gentle care. Chloe would be an incredible vet, and it was super awesome she found something she had so much passion for and could make a career out of it.

“Green,” Beca repeated, a slight smirk twisting on her lips. “Like the Green Goblin. Dope.” Her spine snapped straighter when Chloe asked if she wanted to hold him, and she couldn’t resist shooting Chloe a sheepish smile as she made grabby hands toward the baby. “I’ll be real careful. Promise.” She carefully helped transfer the kitten into her hands, gasping as she brought him against her chest. (Mindful of her sore nippes, as always lately. Thanks, Stacie.)

“Hey there, little dude!” Beca whispered, carefully stroking the soft fur on his back before dropping a kiss to his head. “I’m Auntie Beca.” Well, so much for not getting attached. 

CHLOE BEALE

It was perhaps kind of pathetic, the way Chloe’s entire body would tingle with pride whenever Beca called her that particular name. To be more relatable to their clients, everybody just used each other’s first names at the clinic, so she only really got the doctor title at home, but it always made her feel incredibly warm.

“Yes, exactly like the Green Goblin,” Chloe grinned, the reference going entirely over her head. “There’s also a Red Goblin, a Yellow Goblin, a Blue Goblin and a Purple Goblin.” Her gaze was down on the kitten, but glancing over to see Beca so eager and excited made Chloe’s heart flutter in the strangest way. She couldn’t resist cracking a bright smile in response. “I trust you, Bec.”

Cautiously handing him over, Chloe watched the way Beca interacted with the kitten, and did all she could to bite back her grin. “Auntie Beca,” she giggled quietly, reaching out to run the pad of her finger over Green’s head again. “He’s so cute, right? He’s definitely one of the more lively ones already. He has one brother, Blue,” she explained as she rose from the bed to go check on the milk. “Then the rest are girls. Do any of the others look like they’re awake?”

BECA MITCHELL

"He's so freaking small," Beca marveled, continuing to card her fingers in what she hoped was a soothing rhythm through his fur. While Chloe tended to the milk, Beca peered back into the tiny kitten box. "Um… it's hard to tell since their eyes are all still closed but it looks like purple's squirming around a little." Beca refocused her attention on the green collared baby in her hands, hitching her voice up an octave in an uncharacteristically gooey sort of way. "You hungry, buddy? Dr. B's fixing you up some grub right now."

CHLOE BEALE 

Careful not to let the milk get too warm, Chloe pulled the container from the pan, testing a small drop on the back of her hand like regular baby milk. “Oh, really? That’s good, Purple has been the least lively so far,” she commented, turning off the heat and bringing the milk back over to the bed with her. Although she really wanted to say something about Beca’s adorable baby voice, she held it back, and instead just grinned as she reached for two of the syringes.

“You can feed Green while I feed Purple?” she suggested, carefully measuring out the correct amount of milk into the first one, then set it down on the bed beside Beca. She did the same with the second, before reaching into the box to scoop up Purple, the obvious runt of the litter. “Hi, baby,” she cooed, bringing the smallest kitten up to her face to take a look. “I don’t think your brothers and sisters let you get much milk from your mama, huh?” Chloe pouted, setting the kitten down in her lap on her back legs with her hand securely holding her upright.

“Okay, so this is how you feed them,” Chloe began, grabbing the closest filled syringe and guiding it toward the kitten’s mouth. “Nice and gentle,” she just above whispered, finger pushing delicately on the plunger. “You just do one little drop at a time, otherwise they might not be able to swallow it properly.” Chloe watched the kitten for a moment, then glanced toward Beca. “You try.”

BECA MITCHELL

“Just you wait,” Beca said, eyeing the tiniest of the litter. The ‘runt’ or whatever. “Purple’s gonna be the toughest cat there’s ever been. Small and scrappy as fuck. Nobody’s gonna dare mess with her.” Was Beca projecting? Nope. Not even a little bit.

She paid close attention to Chloe’s kitten feeding process, only getting somewhat distracted by how adorable she--it was, her whole… vet thing. She’d always been a good teacher (especially when it came to choreography), but helping Beca learn how to care for newborn kittens was pretty damn cute. 

“Here we go, Goblin. Milk time.” Gentle as ever, she repositioned the kitten and held up the syringe, pressing out one drop for him. She brightened when the tiniest pink tongue poked out to lap it right up. Beca giggled. “Delicious, huh? Here ya go, have another drop.” Beca remained hyper focused on the kitten, feeding him one drop at a time. She figured Chloe would stop her when he had enough.

CHLOE BEALE 

“Small and scrappy,” Chloe echoed, brows rising playfully. Beca was totally describing herself. “She’s gonna have to be scrappy when they start sharing a milk bowl, I think Red is going to be super greedy. She’s already the biggest, and she really, really loves her milk,” Chloe chuckled quietly, glancing toward the open page in her notebook.

Although focused on feeding Purple, she couldn’t help but let her gaze drift toward Beca, at first watching to make sure she knew what she was doing, but then lingering, because there was something almost irresistibly adorable about Beca Mitchell syringe feeding a tiny kitten.

Not that Chloe would ever think of her best friend as irresistible in any other instance, of course.

“This is cute now,” she hummed, gaze moving toward Purple again. “But how do you think you’ll feel about it when we have to wake up every two hours during the night?” Chloe paused then, sending Beca an apologetic look. “I really can figure something else out. Maybe Amy will switch beds with me until they’re a little bigger and don’t have to have regular night feeds?”

BECA MITCHELL

“Well Purple’s gonna have to show Red who’s boss. I believe in her.” Beca cast Chloe a quick smirk before refocusing her attention on her little Green Goblin, who was basically the most adorable creature Beca had ever seen. 

“I’ll make it work,” Beca said with a shrug. Though honestly, if literally anyone else in the world asked Beca to deal with waking up every two hours for at least a few weeks, she’d laugh in their face. Chloe… played by a different set of rules. (She always had.) “I mean, how many chances will I get to raise baby kittens like this? It’s pretty awesome.” She pulled a grimace at the suggestion, shaking her head. “Oh god, please no. Waking up every two hours is cake compared to sharing a bed with Amy. She’ll dutch oven me to death.” 

CHLOE BEALE

The apologetic expression melted into something more appreciative, with Chloe shooting Beca a small, genuine smile. “Thanks, Bec,” she nodded, turning her focus back to the feeding kitten again. “I’m just worried you’ll be tired at work. I’m gonna bring them to work with me and come home between classes,” Chloe explained, tip of her pointer brushing soothingly over Purple’s head. “I can also weigh them and stuff at work, and I bet some of the others will help out there, too. It was weird that nobody seemed to want to take them, though.” Her nose wrinkled, though she shook off the thought; Chloe had always been the first to jump at the chance to help, after all.

Glancing toward Beca, Chloe motioned to her chest, gaze instinctively dropping for the briefest of moments, though she quickly picked it back up again. “Still sore?”

BECA MITCHELL

“I’ll figure it out,” Beca muttered. “I can always hook myself up to a coffee IV at work, it’s fine.” She cast Chloe a tight-lipped smile before glancing back down to the kitten lapping at the milk droplet. “He seems like he’s worth it. They all do.” She peered over the side of the bed into the box of the three remaining kittens, all who seemed to be asleep at the moment. 

She blinked at Chloe’s question, following her gaze and puffing out a chuckle. Her cheeks warmed and she rolled her eyes. “Yeah, it’s been a rough week. Tattoos are healed up by now but this sucks so far.” Beca sighed. “They’ll get better I guess. Eventually.” 

CHLOE BEALE

“True,” Chloe shrugged, cracking a grin. “Sounds very healthy.” In spite of everything, she wasn’t trying to talk Beca out of it. In fact, she was very grateful for the help; it felt like a strangely nice bonding activity of some kind, taking care of the kittens together. While she watched Beca and Green from the corner of her eye, Chloe’s gaze drifted toward the box, sad smile tugging at her lips. “They do. I just feel bad for their mom. Their real mom,” she corrected, lifting the kitten up to talk in a baby voice, “I guess we’re your foster moms now, huh?”

Being careful not to let her gaze slip again, Chloe only nodded to Beca’s response. “Mm, when I got my navel piercing it bled for a whole week.” She paused, a look of horror creasing onto her face. “Wait, they’re not… bleeding, right?”

BECA MITCHELL

“I mean, captaining the Bellas for three years was pretty much like herding cats most of the time anyway. This shouldn’t be much different.” Beca’s heart cracked with empathy when Chloe mentioned the kittens’ mother, but then thumped harder at Chloe uttering the phrase foster moms. Like--both of them, doing this together. 

She wrinkled her nose with sympathy and shook her head. “No, no bleeding. They’re just, like--super fucking sensitive? Especially in the shower. Yikes.” Beca winced. “I guess they’re not as sore as a few days ago, so that’s good.”

CHLOE BEALE

Chloe giggled at the mental image, head nodding along in agreement. “I guess. Kittens are crazy, though. Like, even more than the Bellas. Especially when they get a little bigger and want to run around all night.” She really had gotten them into something here, but there was something exciting about it too, sharing this big task, and Chloe couldn’t quite put her finger on exactly what.

Her eyes immediately shot back toward the kitten, because Beca totally didn’t mean that kind of sensitive, but Chloe’s mind began to race somewhere it definitely shouldn’t. “Mm,” she hummed nonchalantly, keeping herself busy with shaking the syringe a little bit to keep Purple awake. “Then they’ll be better in no time. Be thankful you’re not a cat, if you were then the kittens would be suc—” She caught herself, trailing off and pulling the syringe carefully away, before settling the kitten down on its belly. “Gonna let your brother and sisters have some now, pretty girl?”

BECA MITCHELL

“I dunno, dude… drunk Bellas might be on that level.” She chuckled, a few specific college memories flashing in front of her eyes. (Literally flashing, in Stacie’s case.) Green Goblin yawned and licked his lips once more. Beca snickered. “Speaking of--are you milk drunk, buddy? You look like you’re ready for a nap.” 

Beca’s eyes popped wide and she blinked at Chloe, amusement twisting up the corners of her mouth as she scrunched up her nose yet again. “You’re such a weirdo,” she reminded Chloe for what must’ve been the ten thousandth time throughout their friendship. “Yeah, let’s switch it up. I’ll take Red.”

[loserholland]

𝐆𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞

𝟎𝟎𝟔 ➺ 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Pairing ➺ Thomas Shelby x Mafia!Reader Modern AU

Warning ➺ pissy brother Ryan, cute uwu stuff, foreshadowing wink wink and UwU at the end AHHH

Word Count ➺ 3,730 (I shock myself everytime)

Summary ➺ Two Mafia’s, two polar opposites, two leaders with blood on their hands.

A/N ➺ Also send me your thoughts! Feel free to reblog!  Cried while writing this lol.

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☆♜ 𝐆𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♜☆ ➺ @softcillian , @crazyzoey48484, @thatsamegirl, @softpetcrparker, @camilovestar, @ghosttling , @trash-can-beebo, @notanovak-iller, @chocolatekisses8, @shelbyaesthetic

☞  Masterlist  ☜

Sunday, there’s a lot to do on sunday’s. Watch football, have a bbq, go to the movies, sleep in, and some even go to church. Usually sunday’s were a family day for the (Y/L/N), they’d go to church and have a bbq at one of their houses.

(Y/N) knocked on the guest bedroom door, behind the oak doors laid a sleepy Tommy. After last nights events, weather and well staying up to look over and change anything that was in the contract (Y/N) offered for Tommy to take the guest bedroom if he wanted to.

"I think that’s about it.” (Y/N) announced signing the last page with a sigh, it was already 11 PM and she wasn’t in bed. The sound of the pouring rain echoed throughout the house, it would be hard for Tommy to get out in this weather. “You could sleep in the guest room if you’d like, it’s hard to get out during this type of weather.” Tommy smirked taking a long drag from his cigarette before exhaling a cloud of grey smoke. 

“If you wanted me to stay, just ask love. You didn’t need to use the weather as an excuse.” (Y/N) scoffed placing his signed papers into a new folder, even after what they had talked about earlier he was still a huge flirt. “It was an offer Thomas.” he stubbed his cigarette into her glass ash tray smirking at (Y/N) leaning back into the velvet red chair “I’ll take you up on that offer.” 

Tommy groaned pulling himself out of bed, trailing over to the door to see (Y/N) was already dressed. She stood there for a second, her eyes falling to his toned body her eyes caught a tattoo that was on his left pectoral. 

“G’morning love.” (Y/N) eyes snapped back to Tommy’s face, a smirk painted his lips, she mentally face-palmed herself for being to obvious earlier.

“Morning! So um, I’m going to church with my family and was wondering if you’d like to come.. we’re also gonna have dinner well at my place tonight. This could be like a pay back for dinner and the night at the club.”

Tommy was and would never be one to go to church, the only time he stood in a church was for his wedding and even then did he have the urge to just kiss Grace call it a day and get the hell out of there. He was never one to pray and ask for forgiveness. 

“I’m not one to go to church love.” 

(Y/N) hummed rocking back and forth looking up at Tommy with doe eyes, “Hm, well I guess you’ll be on your way. If you end up changing your mind, there’s extra suits in the closet.” she turned on her heels and headed down the hall disappearing into the twin’s room.

He stood there for a second rethinking her offer. There was something about her that would have you rethinking life decisions and question if you’re doing it right or not. It’s the way she played around with her words, it was like a spell.

(Y/N) stood in the kitchen pouring some cereal and milk into two bowls for the twins ushering them to eat up as she poured herself a cup of tea. Tommy walked into the kitchen causing (Y/N) eyes to fall onto him, smirking to herself she placed her tea onto the counter top. 

“C’mon kids, eat up we have to leave in ten.”

Ryan flicked his cigarette to the ground as he stood next to Carter and his wife waiting for (Y/N) and the twins to arrive, the mass would start in ten minutes and the last thing he wanted was for his sister to be late again. He glanced to see if his sister was anywhere in sight, he turned back twice noticing a certain stranger walking along side his sister.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Ryan grumbled catching Carter’s attention as his stood there in silence, (Y/N) glared at her brother’s mouthing “Behave.” knowing they’d make a big fuss out of Tommy being here. But he was her guest they shouldn’t make a huge deal out of it.

Kennedy and Kaleb ran over to their parents, Ryan kissed the crown of their heads as they mumbled “Hi uncle Ryan.” Tommy stood next to (Y/N) shoving his hands into the pocket of his dress pants. 

Tommy leaned forward his hot breath fanned over (Y/N) ear causing the hair on the back of her neck to stand, “You’re not gonna introduce me?” (Y/N) pinched at his ribs glaring up at him before averting her eyes to her family that was watching the two cautiously.

“This is Thomas Shelby, that’s my older brother Carter and his wife Audrey. And my younger brother Ryan.” Carter offered his hand for Tommy to shake, Audrey smiled warmly and said “Nice to meet you.”  Ryan firmly shook his hand narrowing his eyes at the gypsy. (Y/N) tugged at Tommy’s arm pulling him away from her brother who didn’t want to let go. 

They walked into the church, her family trailing behind them. “Your brother doesn’t seem to like me.” Tommy whispered watching (Y/N) wave at people here and there, she looked up at him and sighed “That’s just Ryan, don’t worry about it.” a light gasp met her ears turning to see Mrs.Adley, a woman they’ve known since they were little a friend of her parents. 

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N)! I didn’t see you last week!” she pulled (Y/N) into a big hug swaying the two from side to side, pulling away quickly to look between her and the man that stood beside her. “Who’s your friend here? Is he your boyfriend?” a small red tint painted her cheeks, they were as rosey as a child’s cheek that were just pinched by their aunt. 

(Y/N) shook her head looking between Tommy and Mrs.Adley “Oh no he-” Tommy wrapped his arm around her waist and smiled warmly at the older lady, “Yes, I’m Thomas Shelby.” Mrs.Adley stared at the two in awe and tapped her shoulder. 

“I’m glad you found someone again (Y/N), I’ll let you two go now.” once she walked away from the two (Y/N) pinched his side glaring up the raven haired man that stood beside her.

“Great, we just lied to a sweet old lady whom I’ve known for nearly my entire life and for the cherry on top,” she leaned closer to Tommy and gritted “, we lied in front of god!” he chuckled lightly sliding into one of the rows where the rest of the (Y/L/N) sat.

“It made her happy eh? I also don’t give a shit bout lying in front of-“ before Tommy could finsih his sentence she pinched his side again bringing her index finger up to his lips to shut him up and to prevent him from continuing his sentence.

For the rest of the entire mass the two spent the time either making comments between one another and (Y/N) pinching his side every now and then. Ryan glared at his sister and the gypsy who were acting like children and forgot what they learned in kindergarten, keeping their hands to themselves.

Tommy’s left hand rested on her knee, she didn’t mind it if anything she just let it be ignoring his cold calloused hands on her soft silky skin. He slowly trailed his hand up her thigh pinching her soft skin as a small yelp slipped pass her lips. (Y/N) left hand flew over her mouth as she elbowed his side, she felt the handle off his gun immediately she turned her head to look at Tommy.

“You’re fucking armed?”

Carter threw a glare at his sister and her foul mouth and whispered “Mind your french (Y/N/N).” Tommy smirked undoing the button to his blazer and flashed his holster with his gun.

“I’m always armed doll.”

Hm, that’s new. Doll. 

“We’re in church Thomas, there’s no need to be armed!” (Y/N) gritted watching as Tommy button his blazer, he wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her closer into his side.

“Hm, you don’t know what may be around the corner doll. Now pay attention yeah? The mass is nearly done.”

Once the mass was done they gathered outside in front of Carter’s car, “So your place tonight?” (Y/N) nodded dropping her nearly finished cigarette onto the concrete ground, “My place, five o’clock don’t be late. C’mon Thomas.” before she could walk away Ryan wrapped his hand around her wrist tugging his sister back. 

“Is he gonna be there?” he whispered as (Y/N) tugged back at her wrist scoffing at her brother’s actions, she understood he was looking out for her but Tommy was her guest and he was being disrespectful. 

“Yes, Thomas is gonna be there, cut it out will you? He’s my guest.” (Y/N) turned away from her angered little brother catching Tommy’s hand with her’s tugging him to walk away from her family. Anger ran through her veins annoyed with Ryan’s actions, he was apart of the business yes, but she ran the company. Their father left the company in her hands, so even if they had an opinion it wouldn’t matter. 

Because anything she say’s, go’s

Tommy sat on the barstool around the island watching (Y/N) move around the kitchen she took a sip from her glass of wine every now and then as for Tommy of course he had whiskey. He traced the rim of his glass staring at (Y/N) before speaking. 

“Why do you go to church?”

(Y/N) her eyes focused on cutting the vegetables that were laid out in glass bowls taking some carrots and chopping them up on the wooden board “It’s tradition. Every sunday we go to church, that’s how i was raised. now it’s passed onto Ken and Kaleb.”

“Do you think you’ll end up in hell?”

She scoffed lightly, “That question is one hell of an understatement.” 

Oh that question has been asked and assumed by many people, usually those that would end up with lead in their head scream “You’ll end up in hell.” or “Hell can’t wait for you.”. 

Though she may go to church, ask for forgiveness after all the sins she committed. There was only one path for her, and she knew there was nothing she could do about it.

That path was straight to hell.

“Why do you go to church, if you know you’re gonna end up in hell?”

(Y/N) took a sip of her wine, thinking about her life as a kid. How carefree she was and never knew about her family business, how her life was pure, how she was pure. That was until one day the ugly truth about her family business was revealed and it was that day all the love and purity in her heart vanished. When she first found out she was going to be an aunt, all she wanted was to protect her niece and nephew from the ugly business that she did. She didn’t want them to go through what she went through.

“Kaleb and Kennedy, they’re the most purest human beings in my life. It was right of Carter and Audrey to walk away from this business, they want more for their kids. As I do too, I don’t want them to be surrounded by death like I was.”

Her heart clenched at the memory she tried so hard to push away, the memory she wish could be erased. This caused a ripple effect, the memory she tried to forget gave her a reason to take part of the business. 

“At the age of thirteen I watched my mother die right in front of me, we were taken and held hostage. No matter how much i begged for them to take me first, I watched them put a bullet through my mom’s head. They said, you’re father will know why.”

That was the day she watched her father put lead through the man’s head, that was the day she heard the man spit “It’s the people like us Andrew, the people like us who do this dirty businesses could never be loved.. we’ll always be alone, and any love we get, we will have to pay for-” it all happened so quickly, that was the first time she had seen her father covered in blood, and that was she caught a glimpse of the family business.

”I don’t want those kids to grow up fearing their lives, i want them to see the world and not worry about what’s around the corner.” (Y/N) sighed taking in glass of wine into her hand sipping the red liquid before setting back onto the marble countertop. 

“Now, get up off your ass and help me cook.”

(Y/N) watched as Kennedy and Kaleb ran around the backyard, Carter sat on one of the chairs around the pool with Audrey sitting on his lap. Tommy stood a few feet away from the stove mixing the sauce that was in the pan, he was never really one to cook hence why he has a chef.

She picked a cherry tomato from the salad bowl she had just finished tossing and threw it at Tommy, he didn’t even flinch he just stood there mixing the sauce. She threw another one this time earning a low scowl from Tommy, before she could throw one more tomato he turned on his heels pointing the wooden spoon at (Y/N).

“Alright, doll cut it out.” (Y/N) smiled innocently throwing the tomato she held in her hands hitting him right in the forehead, he reached for the bowl of flour flicking it towards (Y/N) causing her to squeal loudly.

“No! This is a limited edition Chanel dress! Don’t you dare Thomas!” Tommy stood there for a second pretending to think over what she said before taking a handful of flour and throwing it at (Y/N). 

She grabbed a handful of tomato’s threw them at Tommy as she ran around the counter throwing endless amount of the red fruit at the man that held a bowl of flour. Audrey turned her head towards the glass window, “Something’s happening in the kitchen.” she mumbled standing from her husband’s lap to see what her sister-in-law and gypsy were doing that caused such ruckus. 

Audrey watched as they ran around the kitchen like children throwing flour creating a small snow storm and tomato’s like mad men and women when the play sucked. 

“Carter! Look! Bring my phone!” her husband moved to stand beside her watching his sister run around laughing the kitchen like a child who ate too much candy. This was the first time in a while he saw her laugh, after Alex she’d been so down in the dumps, it was like she forgot to have fun and laugh.

If Pol was there, she would’ve fell in love with (Y/N) even more and hell would even buy a ring for her. If Pol was there she’d be so happy to see the joy on Tommy’s face something she was never really use to seeing since he always has a stone cold exterior hiding what he felt on the inside. 

Audrey took a few photo’s, something she could use to blackmail her sister or to tease her about. Well use as leverage for her to take the kids every date night.

“Thomas!” (Y/N) squealed as Tommy snaked his arm around her waist pulling her closer to him as she stood on her toes, their chest pressed against one another. He held the bowl of flour over her head ready to dump it on her, “Tommy no please don’t!” he tilted the bowl causing (Y/N) to scream loudly throwing the rest of her tomato’s at his chest.

“It’s two word’s doll, just say it and your dress won’t be ruined yeah?” she pouted at his words not wanting to give in and give up, but she also didn’t want anymore flour on her Chanel dress. 

She trailed her hand to cup his right cheek and hummed “Has anyone ever told you, you’re beautiful?” if there was something she was a master at it was manipulation and distraction, Tommy leaned forward causing her feet to meet the ground. 

“You’re such a tease eh? Tryin’ to distract me?” he backed her up to the edge of the counter placing the bowl of flour down and away from her reach, “Did it work?” (Y/N) asked innocently, her manicured nails traced his clothed chest the air in the room felt tighter and hot. Their breaths fanning over one an other, unsure of what to do next well that was until Kennedy ran into the kitchen.

“Uncle Ryan’s here!” Tommy loosened his grip around her waist pushing himself off of her, “We better clean up before your brother has my head for it.” (Y/N) nodded brushing the hair that fell in her face behind her ear gathering the marinated shrimp and chicken outside for her brother to cook on the grill. 

Ryan followed his sister outside with Ken in his arms, “Hey, what’s up with the mess inside?” Audrey rose from her husband’s lap unlocking her phone to show her brother-in-law “They were having fun.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes pushing pass her brother to clean up the mess inside and take a quick shower before dinner.

Dinner was spent with much filled laughter and lot’s of drinking well at least Audrey did most of the drinking by the end of the night she had made Carter promise to put another child in her, something (Y/N) didn’t want to hear at all. 

Once (Y/N) saw Carter off she went to do the dishes leaving Tommy and Ryan outside in the cold sitting in front of the small fire pit, the air was thick with tension the sound of the crackling fire filled in the empty silence. Ryan lifted his cigarette pointing it in Tommy’s direction, “You, you Thomas Shelby have known my father for what three years?” 

Tommy exhaled blowing out the grey smoke into the air and took a swing of the Irish whiskey that filled his glass cup, “You got something against me?” Ryan chuckled lightly leaning back into the chair bringing his cigarette back to his lips to take a slow long drag before tossing it into the fire.

“Answer my question first Thomas.” 

Truth be told, yes Tommy did know Andrew for three years. 

“What if I did? What’s it got to do with you?” 

Ryan leaned forward in his seat his forearm’s resting on his thighs, “It has nothing to do with me, but with (Y/N). I know my father hired you to do something, and if you don’t tell (Y/N) sooner or later once she find’s out she won’t hesitate to put lead into that arrogant head of yours.”

Tommy watched Ryan rise from his seat leaving Tommy alone, “That secret of your’s Thomas, better share it with my sister if you want to have a chance with her.” Ryan slammed the french doors shut walking into the kitchen to bid his sister goodbye. 

“Hey! Is Tom still out there?” (Y/N) questioned as she filled the dishwasher with her briefly washed dishes pausing to walk her brother out, “Yeah, he’s having a smoke. I’m sorry about my behavior today, it’s just I don’t want him to end up like-”

(Y/N) placed her hand on Ryan’s shoulder squeezing it softly, “I know, I know Thomas won’t be like him. I understand that you want to look out for me, I also learned from my mistakes, I won’t let history repeat itself.” he smiled warmly placing a kiss on her cheek before ruffling her hair, she watched him exit the drive way slowly closing the door behind her and headed back into the kitchen. 

After she finished loading the dish washer she headed back out to accompany Tommy holding two freshly cut cigar’s, his gaze was fixed on the crackling fire the flames danced between one another as the moonlight enhanced his features. 

“Has anyone every told you, you’re beautiful?”

(Y/N) placed herself next to him handing him a cigar as she lit her with the fire, she took a few puffs and exhaled the grey smoke sighing as she felt her lungs burn slightly. She looked over at Tommy, effortlessly smoking the cigar. It was as if everything he does didn’t take much effort. 

“’lright, what are you tryin’ to distract me from this time?” 

She shook her head lightly looking back at Tommy then back up at the moon and huffed, “I’m being serious.” 

Tommy chuckled lightly standing from his seat and offered (Y/N) his hand, “Do you dance?” she shrugged lightly placing her cigar on the edge of the fire pit taking Tommy’s hand he lead her around the fire pit and towards the pavement that lead to the pool. 

He hummed a soft tune, placing his hand on her lower back pulling her closer to him as she hand one hand on his shoulder. They moved around slowly, her head now rest on his chest slightly vibrating from him humming and listening the small thumps of his heart. 

“I’m sure you’ve heard people call you beautiful.” Tommy questioned pulling away slightly to twirl her around causing a small giggle to erupt from her chest. 

(Y/N) sighed looking up into his beautiful ever-blue eyes “Many times yes, but you never answered my question.” Tommy chuckled lowly bringing the hand that rest on her back to her face brushing a piece of hair behind her ear. 

“No one.” he answered simply as they swayed back and forth, she stood on her toes her lips ghosting over his lips ever so slightly that if one were to move just an inch closer they’d collide. 

“I’m honored to be the first person to tell you, Tommy Shelby are the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.” 

It happened in slow motion, Tommy leaned down closing the gap between them capturing her soft pink lips with his as they moved in sync. His rough cold hands cradled her soft cheeks, as she wrapped her arms his neck pulling him closer into her embrace. This was when time stood still, the world around them were silent, it was just to fragile hearts holding one another preventing the other from shattering. 

Dancing and kissing under the moonlight

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Hi! I honestly love all the work you've posted so far and honestly enjoy how you portray Peter's relationships with the Avengers. I was also wondering, how would Peter introduce his friend, a nonbinary trans hero, to his adoptive family?

I present to you this:(which is written with a mother of all headaches from concussion so please don’t @ me…) much love, Ren x

To Peter, MJ was more than just a friend. They were a complete, utter, total, God-send. While Peter had his Spidey-sense, MJ had their common-sense – and a knack for stopping Peter from causing a disaster everywhere he went. The whole of the team had always been super supportive of Peter, and always wanted to know how he was, and whether he’d had a good day at school. And Nat had always been keen to meet Peter’s friends. Ned, Peter’s “guy in the chair”, had met Tony at first by accident. He happened to stop by to show Peter a new lego set, while Stark was at the apartment, “enjoying” a slice of May’s date loaf. Once his “fan-girling”, had at last subsided, and Tony managed to get some coherent sentences out of him, Ned was immediately accepted into Peter’s rather crazy, and slightly dysfunctional family. It didn’t take him long before he was joining the team for movie nights, press conferences, and even sleeping over with Peter. 

Nat noticed pretty quickly, that a certain MJ repeatedly appeared in stories told by both Ned and Peter, and was intrigued to meet… well, she wasn’t really sure if MJ was a he or a her… But what she did know, is that he/she (?) was a definite member of they boys’ friend circle, especially after Ned referred to them all as “the three musketeers.” She tried to gently prompt Peter to bring MJ home repeatedly, but Peter for some reason always got rather defensive. Nat assumed MJ was a crush or something, but not wanting to upset Peter, she let things slide.

It wasn’t that Peter was ashamed to have a non-binary friend, hell, if MJ was a fucking giraffe he’d still be thankful for just how amazing they were. It was just, he was hesitant for them to meet his family. Steve and Bucky were from the 40s – Peter wasn’t even sure if they knew that there are more than two genders. Nat had always seemed pretty uptight, Bruce was a fan of the awkward “when you get a girlfriend….” – always assuming Peter was straight, and well, although Tony was an obvious chaotic bisexual, Peter couldn’t be sure he wouldn’t act adversely to the prospect of Peter having a non-binary friend. So, the team remained in the dark about MJ, and eventually, Peter had thought that they would have forgotten about them, after almost 3 months without a mention.

Tony was just waiting for the last few parcels of presents to be delivered. Peter’s 16th had to be special. He had spoken to the boy on numerous occasions, and he was adamant that he did not want a massive party, “no Tony, not even if you booked AC/DC.” So, he had finally managed to settle on a pretty small occasion. The whole team was coming over (plus Clint’s family) and May and Ned. They were just going to have a fairly quiet evening and spend some time together. That was when Tony remembered Peter had a friend… was it MJ?? Somewhere in his database, he found Ned’s number, and sent him a text, asking him to invite MJ. The reply he got was hopeful, but not definite, about the appearance of this secret friend at the party. 

Peter had had a pretty crap day. If it wasn’t for the massive flashing 16 badge pinned to his blazer, no one would have known it was his birthday. Not with 4 pop quizzes in 5 classes, and two essays set – oh yeah, and the group project with Flash. He had missed the bus that morning, and there was a heavy downpour, so to top the day off, he had spent it walking around in sodden sneakers. His hopes were lifted slightly, at the sight of the sleek black Bentley parked directly in front of the school gates, but neither Happy nor Tony were sitting waiting for him, so he miserably made his way to the bus stop. He was almost at his stop, when he got a brief text from Happy inviting him to the tower, so he impatiently sat through the further 45 minutes of his journey. But barely five seconds later, his phone powered off. Shme, some birthday Peter muttered under his breath.

By the time he arrived at the tower, he was borderline fuming, in desperate need of a change of clothes, and completely not down to spend the evening in the lab with Tony. He’d bet all $30 from May that Tony had forgotten the date anyway. “Peter Parker.” He growled into the microphone.“Insufficient authentication. Registered voice required.” FRIDAY replied distantly.“FRIDAY, what the hell? You know its me. Let me in already.”“Sorry, Mr Parker, the protocols boss set do not permit your entrance unless you use the correct voice activation.”“Peter?” He tried to ask chirpily, hoping that he would be allowed in.“Incorrect.”“spiderman”“incorrect”“Spiderling”“incorrect.”“Crime-Fighting-Spider”“incorrect”“Spider-Boy”“incorrect”“Underoos”“incorrect”“Spider-Guy on YouTube”“incorrect”Peter rolled his eyes. Tony had threatened to change his name the other day when Peter drank the last of the milk straight from the carton. “Little Bastard in Red Tights”“Welcome, Little Bastard in Red Tights.” FRIDAY almost sang, as the elevator doors slid open and took him up to the Common Floor.

When the doors opened again, revealing a tidied room, lined with balloons. Food was spread out across the table, and an extremely huge pile of presents took up a large amount of floor space. From out of every corner of the room, The Avengers sprung, each with a party hat and one of those cheap horn things. A smile instantly broke on his face as he scanned the room – everyone was there – the whole team – Laura and the kids, Ned, May, MJ… wait, MJ? Peter double took. They stood right in the middle, having popped up from behind a couch. They waved at Peter, revealing their graphic T-shirt that read “They/them pronouns, get over yourself. I’m valid.”

Steve was surprised when he met MJ, not because they were non-binary, but because Peter was scared to introduce them to him. And he suspected that he and Bucky were the ones that caused Peter to be hesitant about introducing MJ to the team. Sure, he was from the 40s, but that didn’t mean he held their values. Heck, he’d been in a relationship with Bucky since not long after the Accords. Besides, times had changed in 70 years – understandment of gender wasn’t at all what it used to be. Steve couldn’t care less who MJ identified as, as long as they were a good friend to Peter. And, in the short hour between MJ and Ned arriving at the tower in the Bentley, and Peter turning up soaking wet from walking (God, Tony needs to give the kid a break – and a towel…) MJ appeared to be one of the best friends Peter could possibly have. They were quick, witty, and super intelligent, but most importantly, they were sensible – and Peter needed nothing more than a sensible friend.

That evening made Peter’s birthday the best one ever – even with the awful day he had had. For once, Tony had actually listened to him, and didn’t throw the biggest party of the year – instead, he had a movie night with the people he was closest to. They watched Empire Strikes back, Peter’s favourite film of all time, and ate more pop corn than anyone of them would care to admit. Peter sat in the middle of the long sofa with his legs curled under a blanket. May sat to one side of him leaning onto his shoulder, and to the other, MJ slumped with a large bag of chocolate. It was late before everyone left (except for May, who had to excuse herself early for an emergency shift, asking Tony if it was alright for Peter to stay over – which it obviously was) MJs father collected them and Ned, Laura – who was invited to stay over, started the drive home with the kids and Clint. Then slowly, the rest of The Avengers dispersed and left for their own floor. By the end of the credits scene, only Peter and Tony remained in the room. “Hey Pete?”“yeah Mr Stark.”“Happy Birthday.”“Not any more Mr Stark – my birthday was over an hour ago.”“It is if you’re in Malibu.”“But we aren’t?” Peter yawned.“Not right now, but I thought a part of your birthday present could be a trip to the mansion with your friends.”Peter’s eyes lit up, “really?!”“Yeah kid.” Tony replied softly, ruffling Peter’s soft curls as he walked past him. “I’ve already spoken to Ned and MJ’s parents, and they’re down for it.”“MJ too?” Peter asked.“Yeah – they’re one of your best friends, aren’t they?” Tony asked, slightly nervously.“Obviously – I was just worried to introduce them to you – you know, with being non-binary…”“Peter,” Tony said seriously, looking the boy in the eyes, “don’t you ever feel afraid to introduce anyone to me or to the rest of the team. I will gladly support you and your friends, and so will the rest of the team, unless they want an iron fist to answer to. That is, as long as you don’t bring home that God awful Wade Wilson.”