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[teddy06writes]

Ghost of His Lips

Tommy Shelby x fem!reader

Prompt: "Why is it whenever we see each other, you're covered in blood?"

Trigger Warnings: Descriptions of injuries, blood/bleeding, Tommy in his natural state (beaten and bloody), Reader was a nurse during the war.

Summary: As the Peaky Blinders push further and further into Billy Kimber's territory it becomes a fairly common occurrence to find a certain gangster on your front step, asking for some favor or another. You and Tommy have an unconventional relationship, to say the least.

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Somehow, before you had even laid down for bed, you knew that it was going to be a sleepless night. It was almost as if you could feel whatever odd tension was filling the air, like you could sense that somewhere, a storm was brewing.

For hours, you lay in bed, restless, until finally you threw off the covers, certain that if you just had a cup of the right herbal tea, you'd finally be able to drift off.

Pulling your robe around yourself with a huff, you shuffled off toward the kitchen. Kettle securely heating up on the stove, you puttered around, searching for the tea Polly had gifted you after helping her with some errand or another that she swore helped with insomnia.

You were making a valiant effort of not checking the clock, to see just how late of a night it was, when there was a sure sounding knock at the door to your flat. You froze, waiting for a long moment before the knock sounded again, insistent.

There were only a few people who would dare knock at your door so late. Keeping the chain in place, you opened the door a crack, peering out into the darkness, "Christ, Tommy."

Thomas Shelby stood on your front stoop, leaning, almost casually against the door frame, a lit cigarette tucked into the corner of his mouth. "Ms. (l/n)."

"What the hell are you doing here so late?"

He took a drag of his cig, almost pondering how much he could tell you, before "Got into a bit of a scrape over in Digbeth. Can I come in?"

You eyed him wearily, before moving to unlock the door fully and let him in, "Put that damn thing out."

Tommy did as he was told, stubbing out the cigarette, and following you dutifly into your flat, just as the kettle began to sing.

"Tea, Tommy?"

In the light, you could see the bruises already beginning to flower around his eye, and as he moved toward the counter, you found yourself taking stock of the almost imperceptible changes in his stride, of the damage that might have been done.

"Do you have anything stronger?"

With a sigh, you were easily dragging down a bottle of whiskey and pouring him a generous three fingers, "Are you going to take off your coat and stay awhile, or is this just a quick in and out sort of night?"

"I wager you might not like it if I did." All the same, he began shrugging out of his overcoat, revealing the torn and bloody clothes beneath.

Yet again, you couldn't help but sigh, "Why is it whenever we see each other, you're covered in blood?"

As he reached for his glass, Tommy let out a huff that sounded suspiciously amused, "Believe me, if I could avoid it I would."

You rolled your eyes good naturedly, already rolling up the sleeves of your robe, "I suppose then the better question is whether it is your blood, or someone else's."

"Mine, mostly, I'm afraid."

Reaching for your medical kit, you let out a wince, "Of course it is."

You worked quietly and efficiently, something that Tommy appreciated more than he could ever put into words. There was something calming about the way that you didn't balk at any of the injuries he had presented to you, as if nothing could surprise or shock you now.

A part of him felt guilty for appearing on your doorstep at all hours, disrupting whatever peace you had made for yourself, and yet he couldn't help but return. He would never admit it, but there was no one in the whole of the city who he would rather see him at moments like this.

Watching at you methodically pressed a pad of bandages to his side, hiding the neat line of stitches that hide beneath, Tommy couldn't help but let his mind drift.

What would it have been like, if you hadn't been stationed on that hospital ship during the war? If he'd been brought before you, freshly dragged from the dirt and the mud that had threatened to suffocate him? If your paths had crossed just once?

"You're not there anymore, soldier."

Your firm, kind voice pulled him from his thoughts and he found you leaning close, two fingers tucked into the pulse point just below his jaw, where his heart suddenly hammered.

Gently, he grasped at your wrist, and miraculously, the fingers at his neck turned into a hand cupping his cheek. He could see the distance hiding behind your own eyes, the rigidity in your posture.

"Neither are you."

For a long moment, you were both frozen there, lost in the gentleness that neither of you had known in so long. Almost experimentally, you brushed a thumb across his cheek, wiping away some invisible tear.

He leaned into the touch, eyes half lidded as he turned, lips brushing against the heel of your hand. Not quite a kiss, but something so close, so strangely intimate that in that moment you couldn't be sure it wasn't a mere dream.

Tommy looked up at you, at the unreadable expression on your face, and then allowed his gaze to drop to your lips, if only for a moment. For a split second, you could've sworn there was gravity building between you, pulling you closer to him.

And then the spell broke, and Tommy was pulling away, knocking back the remains of his whiskey, and standing, clearing his throat, "Well, I should be going. Thank you, for your hospitality."

You muttered something in response, and then he was gone, disappearing back into the night; leaving you standing in your kitchen, the ghost of his lips still whispering across your palm.

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[teddy06]

Alright top gun fan artists who's taking one for the team and giving Bradley this sign cause lord knows I'm not talented enough

[louisapennyfeather2021]

🍒🍉🍊

:)

Thank you, Layne :)💙

🍒 Do You Title Your Chapters?

It depends, tbh. In my fanfics, I've started titling chapters more because I know people enjoy fun titles. I'm just struggling with actually making the titles fun lol.

I don't title them in my original works, though.

🍉 Favorite Trope? What's a cliche that you just love?

This will sound weird and you have to let me explain, but I like the trope of an "Alpha Hero" who is just a protagonist with a lot of money, no worries, strong willed, and very successful. My family was very poor for most of my life, so it's a nice form of escapism for me to read books where the protagonist doesn't have to face the hardships that come with not having money :)

I also love a good, well written betrayal. I'm still working on the first draft of a series I want to one day publish, but I already know there's at least 2 big betrayals because I just love the trope so much.

I love the book cliche of the Nerdy MC who likes to stay home. As long as they're written well, I like them because they're very easy to relate to!

🍊 Do you have a trusted Beta Reader or are you more of the "No Beta, We Die Like Men" type?

I suck at tagging on ao3... that being said, one of my most used tags is "No Beta, we die like [insert fandom character name]"

For example, some or my favorites:

"No Beta, we die like Elizabeth and Sebastian"(both of them were koi fish that got maybe 10 seconds of screen time)

"No Beta, we die like Vegas's hedgehog"(another pet that got less than a minute of screen time)

"No Beta, we die like Korn should have"(BECAUSE PORSCHE HAD EVERY RIGHT TO TAKE HIM OUT AND KINN SHOULD'VE LET HIM)

"No Beta, we die like Riko"(because no one likes Riko)

I think I prefer it this way because I like being able to finish writing and post right away. I'm very confident in my writing skills to publish something that makes sense with very few grammar/spelling errors. Usually I got through and read the fic eventually and I'll fix any mistakes then, but I'm too impatient and I micromanage too much to put that kind of stress on a Beta Reader :)

Thanks again for the ask, Layne!!!

[teddy06]

Honestly solid reasoning, I’ll give you that

The last time i was in Chicago i actually hadn’t seen Ferris Buller yet lol

The first one is true, and half the band was also sight reading it that night 🤣

Have a lovely day!!

I love the two truths and a lie thing Raven! Mine are:

I play the tuba in my school band and once sight read a piece of music during a performance because my band director didn’t get me a copy of the music until a finals week, which naturally was the week of the concert

My moms family is from Illinois, once on a vacation out there we’d been visiting Chicago and my parents lost me in the art museum and ended up finding me like an hour and a half later staring at the painting Ferris Bullers Day Off pretending to be Cameron Frye

I once helped my sister in her senior prank of forking the school, we went up there at like 11pm on a Thursday with her friend and his brother who’s my age with about 3000 forks to scatter them around, when me and her friends brother got caught they assume we were seniors (we were freshmen) and told us to carry on

Best of luck!

Okay, thanks for sending this in, Layne!!

So, the third one seems way too specific to be a lie, and I know you’re a Ferris Bueller fan so you doing that in a museum wouldn’t surprise me, so I’m gonna go with the first one?? I don’t really know, these are all really good (😅).

Lemme know if I’m right or not, and I hope you’re having a good day/night!! 🖤🖤🖤

[animatedtext]

[wrenhyperfixates]

Could I request some Loki x autistic!reader that’s really quiet normally but if you give them the chance they info dump

Or maybe they get dragged to one of Asgaurds feasts and get really overstimulated and Loki takes over and helps calm them down

It’s okay if your not comfy with doing this

Hi!! I actually love this idea, but unfortunately, requests are closed at the moment. If you’d still like me to write it, feel free to send in another ask when requests open sometime at the end of June. If you’d like to check back in and see if they’re open, check out my bio. Thank you!! 😄💞

[louisapennyfeather2021]

I totally forgot about this, I'm sorry😭 i really liked it though, thank you for tagging me <3

no pressure tags :)

@anymal28 @bonesby @parkakeet @teddy06 @maelstromdeparture @that-one-bi-wizard

I’m starting a picrew chain because I’m bored.

blog vs blogger!

tagging:… @kirks-exquisite-vegan-pancakes, @marthtron, @backseatrhythm, @aimbuddylist, @aspartame-parent and YOU.

[rax-writes]

I’ll take an outsiders ship if they’re still open please!

About me, I’m bi without much of a preference either way, I’m generally quiet and introverted, and I love to write (and am hopping to make it a career) I also love reading and listening to music.

I’m 5’6”, have brown curly hair that’s shorter than a pixie cut, brown eyes and glasses. I am a Bit over weight and pretty insecure, but I do my best to hide it and still try to dress the way I want regardless of what the other people think.

(If the ships are closed I understand your not doing this, but thank you in advance!)

hi! ships are still open, thank you for sending one in!

The Outsiders – Two-Bit Mathews

[teddy06writes]

Whumptober Day 5 - Tommy Shelby

Tommy Shelby x gn!reader

Prompt: "You don't need to earn this."

Trigger Warnings: Insecure Tommy

Summary: When your surprises and gentle treatment catch Tommy by surprise, he questions what he'd done to deserve it.

{Support me on ko-fi}

The door to Tommy's office was strong and sturdy, and you could just barely make out your husbands hushed voice on the other side, speaking to someone over the phone.

Tommy had been in a gloomy mood all week, something about Ada wanting to push a new policy that no one else in the family agreed with, and him getting stuck in the middle, as always.

You glanced back in the direction of the dining room, where the dinner you'd made, in the hopes of lifting his spirits, sat ready and waiting, before cautiously knocking, and opening the door a crack.

Tommy looked up and caught your gaze a smile ghosting over his lips. He held up a hand, for you to give him a moment as he finished speaking into the receiver, "Yes, I'll speak to him about it tomorrow. - Yes of course. Goodbye."

As soon as the receiver was back in it's cradle, you were pushing into the room properly, "Hello, Tommy love."

"Hello darling," He stubbed out the cigarette that had been tucked between his lips, leaning back in his chair, "You're back early."

"Or, you've been working so long you've lost track of time?" You teased, moving to perch on one of the chairs in front of his desk.

Tommy sighed tiredly, running a hand over his face, "Maybe I have."

You stood, moving around his desk and behind his chair to wrap your arms around him, resting your chin on his head, "Business alright? Did that Arthur-Ada stuff smooth over?"

"I'm working on it. They can be quite difficult." He tipped his head back to look at you.

You hummed, before straightening up, "I made dinner."

"I've still got work to do, darling."

You turned to him sharply, "Thomas Shelby I did not spend my whole morning begging Polly for this recipe you like for you to skip dinner. Come on."

Slowly, Tommy stood up, a fond smile tugging at his lips as you took his hand, leading him out of the room.

"And I got you a little surprise, for dessert." You grinned, turning to look at him.

He raised an eyebrow critically, "A surprise?"

"I stopped off at that little bakery- you remember the one we used to go to on West Hill, with the tarts you like-" You cut yourself off with a huff, "Well, there goes the surprise, I suppose."

Tommy stopped in his tracks, a frown suddenly on his face as he dropped your hand. Oh no. This is the very opposite of what you had wanted.

"What's wrong, Tommy love?"

He looked at you with clear confusion behind his eyes, "You made me a special dinner. You went out of the way to get me a tart- have I missed something? Read the calender wrong?"

"What?" Your eyebrows furrowed.

"It's neither of our birthdays, and it's certainly not our anniversary, so what's going on?"

You looked around in disbelief, "I need an excuse to treat my husband? I don't have a reason."

"Then why are you doing this?" There's an odd hardness to Tommy's voice. Something between suspicion and sadness you couldn't hope to understand.

"Because I love you Tom, this is what I do when I love people," You reached forward to grasp his arms, "There doesn't have to be a special reason."

This is the truly the first time you've ever seen Tommy perplexed. Your husband, careful and calculating, brought down by the idea that you might love without cause or reason.

"But- I haven't done anything..."

"Oh, Tommy love," You wrapped your arms around him again, and this time he melted into your touch, "You don't need to earn this. You will never have to earn my love."

[teddy06]

Listen, I may not be able to fix him but he can most certainly make me worse

[louisapennyfeather2021]

Thank you so much, Parker!!! I had a lot of fun with this one :)

No Pressure Tags: @that-one-bi-wizard @racetrackhigg @anymal28 @bonesby @teddy06 @neapolitantoebeans @the-planet-venus @ any one else who wants to do it just for fun :)

I went on a Picrew spree today and this by far my favourite one I made today-

Heart Hold Character (I can't remember the creator im so sorry) is so cutee and pretty-

I'd like grab some other people to try it soo-

tagged: @genlossicle @thinkingaboutctommy @yes-i-think-ranboo-is-beautiful @heenr12 @charliebugz @nonbinarytrashpanda @mumza-superiority @noelle-the-bitch @a-radio-d3mon @salineroses and probably one of the best artists ive ever seen (virtually of course-) the @toxiccrybabyart

[faerieroyal]

okay, so i have to announce something, and i’m really sorry about it but it’s happening anyway: as of right now, i am quitting writing reader insert fanfiction, and this blog is going to become a place just for me reblogging stuff and recommending fics.

again, i am really sorry about this, but i just don’t find myself at all inspired to write reader inserts anymore. it’s not even about the lack of reblogs and comments on this site, although that certainly was annoying, i just don’t really like it for myself to write for it anymore. again, don’t worry, i will definitely still be reblogging and answering asks on this blog, as well as reblogging other people’s fics; i just won’t be taking requests or writing any fanfic on this blog. the few fics i’ve written since revamping this blog will still exist, i won’t be deleting them, but i will be deleting my character list and all my masterlists.

again, i really am sorry about this, especially to the people whose requests have been rotting in my inbox for forever, but this is something i feel like i have to do so i can stop making myself anxious trying to force myself to write. if you want to unfollow me after this, i understand, but i really hope you guys can understand. love you all <3

— ❥ tagging some of the beloveds: @auxiliarydetective, @heliads,

@lovings4turn, @dancingwith-sunflowers, @maddipoof, @dragon-kazansky,

@yoontwin, @sepptember, @chaosgod4life, @satelitis, @doyouknowwhoyouare13,

@mayfieldss, @hiya-itsamber, @juneberrie,

@spaceagebachelormann, @sp1rit-realm, @fairyofthehollow, @ghostlyfleur,

@diqldrunks, @folkloresthings, @darling-im-wonderstruck, @oneirataxia-girl,

@masivechaos, @whiskeyswriting, @callmemana, @talkingturnedtoscreamss,

@agentlilicarter, @bayisdying, @sxnset-angel, @thebestieyoureinlovewith,

@starstruckwillows, @george-weasleys-girl, @diorgirl444, @teddy06,

@winterxisxcomingx, @musicallisto, @yelenasbraid.

[teddy06writes]

Get Some Rest

Tommy Shelby x gn!reader

Prompt: "Either go to bed and get some rest willingly, or I will drag your ass down the hall kicking and screaming. Don't think I won't."

Trigger Warnings: Some swearing, stubborn Tommy,

Summary: Your husband has been suffering migraines since the incident involving Father Hughes. This of course doesn't stop Tommy from overworking himself even when he can feel one coming on, or from being a stubborn bastard when you try to get him to rest.

{Support me on ko-fi}

The office was quiet, save for the grandfather clock ticking away steadily in the corner. He'd dragged the curtains closed haphazardly some time ago, and so now the room was dappled unevenly in fading late afternoon light.

You stood in the doorway, silent for a moment, watching your husband.

Tommy leaned low over his desk, a hand pressed to his brow as he attempted to focus on the paperwork before him. An abandoned cigarette sat smoldering in the ashtray at his elbow, long forgotten.

You cleared your throat softly, stepping into the room properly, "Tommy?"

He sat up, looking half startled for a moment before his eyes finally focused on you, and he let out a sigh, "Yes, darling?"

"Are you alright?" Even as the words left your mouth you knew that his next words would be outright lies.

He sniffed a bit, rubbing at his temples, "Fine. Just- catching up on business."

You had worked your way across the room, and were standing in front of his desk now, "Your heads not bothering you at all?"

Tommy looked up at you, and you raised an eyebrow, almost daring him to brush you off again. After a moment, he sighed, nodding, "Started up again around noon. Can't seem to shake it."

"I thought as much. Come on, you need some rest." You motioned for him to stand up.

"I don't-"

You crossed your arms, "Either go to bed and get some rest willingly, or I will drag you down the hall kicking and screaming. Don't think I won't, Thomas Shelby."

Reluctantly, Tommy pulled himself up out of his chair, rounding the desk and taking your outstretched hand. You led him back through the house to your shared bedroom, where you had already taken the liberty of drawing the curtains tightly against the setting sun.

Tommy sat on the edge of the bed, taking the tablets that you pressed into his hand with a sigh, "Thank you, love."

You pressed your lips together for a long moment, holding back a sigh, "Why didn't you take a break when it started, Tom?"

He just closed his eyes, tossing back the pills, before moving to lay back in bed. Biting your annoyance, you rounded the bed, settling against the headboard before maneuvering his head into your lap.

Despite his reluctance to answer you, he moved willingly, practically melting under your touch as you began to card your hands through his hair, massaging at his scalp.

"You need to take better care of yourself, Tommy love."

He only hummed, reaching up to squeeze your arm in quiet appreciation.

[teddy06]

Listen I just feel the need to come out here and say a few things in the hopes that it will help ease someone's nerves somewhere.

Just because trump won, does not mean that everything is magically going to change over night. It will not even change in an instant like that when he is reinstated in January.

It does not work that way, and we already know that he is not a true man of action.

Right now what's important is taking care of ourselves and having faith that collectively, all the people that just got screwed over, will not take this lying down.

We don't have any other choice but than to continue, and to do what we can. It is your duty to stand strong in the face of hardship. We have endured hard times before, and we shall overcome again.

[louisapennyfeather2021]

Thanks for the tag @chronicallyadhdexmo !!!!

I hope yall are ready, it's just gonna be KPop💀

1) INCEPTION by Ateez

2) VENOM by Stray Kids

3) Everlast by Will Van De Crommert(I'm so happy this one made the list💙)

4) ALL IN by Stray Kids

5) TRICKY HOUSE by Xikers

6) Free Fall(Theme From KinnPorsche the Series) by Slot Machine(I want this played at my funeral)

7) Sharks by Imagine Dragons

8) Freakin' Bad by Xdinary Heroes

9) LOCO by Itzy

10) Bad Dream(Thai Version) by THE7

It's almost strictly KPop😂😂

Tags: @bonesby @anymal28 @that-one-bi-wizard @teddy06 @ anyone else who would like to do it!!!

tagged by @arisingonmorningsinnocent

Rules: shuffle your On Repeat playlist and post the first 10 tracks, then tag 10 people

It's All Futile! It's All Pointless! by Lovejoy

In the Shadow of the Western Hills by the Mountain Goats

Nobody by the Crane Wives

Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths

Never Quite Free by the Mountain Goats

A Burning Hill by Mitski

Hast Thou Considered the Tetrapod by the Mountain Goats

Be Calm by Fun.

Autoclave by the Mountain Goats

His Theme by Toby Fox

tagging @spiritunwilling @circuit77 @risingape @existentialterror @scientificalstories @erstwhilesparrow @adhdo5 @roundearthsociety @lepertamar @wolffyluna and anyone who sees this and wants to-- feel free to say i tagged you ^_^ and on the flip side if you were tagged and don't want to do it feel free to not!

[louisapennyfeather2021]

Anyone else have that one mutual where as soon as you see them in your notes, you know the chaos is about to start???

I'm looking at you @teddy06

I can always count on you to enable my chaos😂😂