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neo91502 · 1 month ago
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here to remind you:
when in doubt, think of 𝓎𝒶𝑜𝒾
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thank you tomm tiredsmashbros for this.... i didn’t stop thinking about it all day
now. as for before you left vc on uhhh sunday i think. here’s your surprise!!!
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the rot is really bad, but i must draw thy yaoi!!
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cosyvelvetorchid · 5 months ago
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Bucktommy prompt
Out on a call Buck accidentally says his last name is:
'Kinard. No...wait, BUCK...BUCKLEY!'
and the whole team hears it.
He's super embarrassed because he's only been dating Tommy for a couple of months, and the 118 rib him about it for the rest of the shift.
This one made me laugh so much! Thank you!
You can send any bucktommy, saltommy or Tommy prompts to my ask 🩶
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5 months, 14 days and 18 hours. That's how long Evan Buckley had been dating Tommy Kinard. And yes he had counted. It had been both a whirlwind and the calmest relationship he had ever been in. Every day felt like the flirty, giddy honeymoon phase, and simultaneously with the ease of a decade together.
Buck knew he had a tendency to get ahead of himself; to go all in with what he wanted or was passionate about, but Tommy had the, quite frankly magical, ability to pull Buck back down to earth without making him feel like an over excited child. That didn't stop how from secretly imagining a future with Tommy of course.
The 118 arrived on scene of a scaffold collapse to find a construction worker on the ground underneath a large piece of wood.
"Chim, Hen you assess him, I'll speak to the foreman."
"Uh that's me." The portly middle-aged aged man standing above his injured colleague called out. "Colin Denison." He reached out his to shake Bobby's hand.
"Captain Nash." The man then held out his hand to Buck.
"Kinard.. No wait! BUCK! BUCKLEY!"
Bobby, Hen, Chim and Eddie's eyes all shot to Buck, whose face burned with the fire of a thousand sun's. He made a silent prayer for more scaffolding to fall and land directly onto him. Only death could take away this level of embarrassment.
"What did you just say?" Eddie asked with a smirk.
"Nothing" Buck replied quickly.
"Did you just say you're name was-" Chim tried to ask but Buck cut him off.
"Nope." A lie. An obvious, slap in your face, kick you in the crotch lie. He knew it, they knew, God himself knew it. He turned his attention to Bobby and the foreman and tried to ignore the stifled giggles behind him.
"Im just glad the rest of my guys were at lunch. If they have all been up there.." Colin shook his head. "Is Dave gonna be okay?" He fielded the question toward Hen and Chim.
"Couple of lacerations, definitely a broken wrist and he's gonna have some gnarly bruises, but he'll be fine."
"Hey Tomm- sorry Buck.. can you bring the gurney." Hen teased. Buck shot her a glare before walking back to the ambulance, coming back a moment later with the gurney.
"Thanks, Tommy." Chim sang.
"Come on guys." Buck pleaded, wishing another sinkhole would appear and swallow him whole. Or maybe a lightning strike. Hell, being on a capsized cruise ship would be better than being here right now.
"He's stabilised Cap. We just need to get all this crap off of him." Eddie informed him. "You wanna help Tommy?" He added. Buck groaned.
"Hey guys let's keep it professional - we have a job to do."
"THANK YOU Cap." Buck praised narrowing his eyes at everyone. Cap pointed to the large piece of wood covering the man.
"Eddie, Hen, Chimney, you take that side. Kinard you're with me."
"Bobby!"
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Buck was more grateful than ever for his shift to be done with. Even more so that he was headed straight to Tommy's. He let himself in, kicked off his shoes - stopping to admire how warm it made him feel looking at both his and Tommys shoes sat side by side - and walked into the kitchen where Tommy was busy preparing dinner.
"Hey babe." He was stirring some sauce in pot as Buck walked over and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Good shift?"
"It was fine." Buck answered plainly. He had already humiliated himself enough today.
"Nothing happened?" Tommy asked.
"Nope." Buck said popping the 'P'. Tommy stopped starting and turned to face him.
"Really? Nothing? Nothing at all?" Buck noticed the glint in his eye.
"Who told you?!"
"Who do you think?" Tommy laughed. "I don't think Chims ever texted me that much before. Actually, it was mostly voice notes of him and Hen laughing."
"Oh god." Buck held his head in his hands as embarrassment soared through him. It was bad enough everyone else heard him but now that Tommy knew about it..
Tommy laughed and walked over to him, putting his arms around his waist.
"Hey." He said, wanting Buck to look at him, which he slowly did.
"Look, Evan.. were not near that step quite yet, bu-" Bucks head went down again, and he groaned. "But-" He said louder so Buck would look at him again. "I like that the idea of it doesn't freak you out. It's.. its actually kinda nice."
"Y-Yeah? You don't think I'm an idiot that's going overboard again?"
"Oh I definitely think that," He said with a laugh "but.." He placed soft kisses onto Bucks forehead, cheek, birthmark and finally his lips. "..I happen to love that about you." Buck sighed with relief.
"Although, what if I wanted to be a Buckley?" He asked half teasing.
"Are you kidding? I don't want to be a Buckley, so you're definitely not."
"Oh is that so?" Tommy questioned kissing him on the lips again.
"Yep." Buck smiled kissing him back.
"Noted." Tommy stated. "Now, come taste this sauce." He took Bucks hand and led him to the stove.
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pacifymebby · 11 months ago
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Christmas Morning
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Congrats on 2k follows 🫶🏻
For the Christmas asks what do you think each of the Peaky Blinders men would get for their partners? How would Christmas morning look for them when they’re opening their gifts?
Tommy
🌿 I think for Tommy he's torn between feeling like Christmas should be a totally sacred day for family and family only...
🌿 the football match in the trenches on Christmas is probably something he holds dear and so he believes that Christmas is a day of peace and goodwill to all men... After many Christmases alone, Christmases of loss and sorrow
🌿 But he's also all too aware that not everyone else honours the day in the same way as he does, especially his enemies... so Christmas is a half and half kind of day to him, he wants to spend it with his family relaxing and being in the arms of everyone he loves, but he also knows he can't afford to put his schemes on hold, can't afford to drop his guard...
🌿 so he still sleeps with a gun beneath the bed on Christmas Eve and he still lies awake listening for the sounds of intruders, paranoid as he is... You tease him, "who's that for? Father Christmas?" And he lets you get away with your teasing because it's Christmas...
🌿 Tommy doesn't sleep well, but he knows half of the fun of Christmas morning for the kids, is that it's the only day of the year they're allowed to wake mummy and daddy up as early as they like...
🌿 so even though Tommy would usually be up at the crack of dawn, on Christmas morning he forces himself to go back to sleep, or at least to pretend to be sleeping until the little ones come bursting in jumping on the bed to wake him up..
🌿 he's usually so relieved to hear their little footsteps down the hall, and most of the time he wakes you when he hears them so that their jumping on you doesn't come as a sudden scare... Sometimes though he can think of nothing better than to let them make you jump... Because when they do and you squeal and get that little fright, it's the perfect excuse for him to wrap his arms around you and play your protector as he gathers the little ones up for cuddles too.
🌿 He probably pretends to have some order on Christmas morning, pretends he's going to make the kids wait until after breakfast to open their presents, but really he likes to see them be wild and excited...
🌿 he didn't get so many of these childish gleeful Christmases as a boy and he wants to give you and his children the loveliest Christmas mornings...
🌿 Tommy gives the servants the morning off on Christmas, he makes breakfast and tries his hand at remembering where he came from... Plus he enjoys the two of you getting to spend time together in a domestic way like that, with the kids sitting waiting impatiently for their breakfast.
🌿 he definitely thinks he's being low-key with his gifts, "oh that's just a little something from me angel..." as you unwrap a little box which rattled when you shook it.. and of course it's something beautiful and divine, something you can't believe was crafted on earth and not in heaven...
🌿 Tommy kissing the back of your neck as he scoops your hair up and helps you put the necklace on you...
🌿 he spoils you with so many pretty things, dresses, a silk kimono style dressing gown, glamorous and pretty things, pearls, jewellery but also does like to get you more low-key things, the thing he'd be most looking forward to giving you is an old first edition of your favourite book, your favourite poets latest work, a record, music he's seen you swaying with yourself to as you hum the melody.
🌿 and when you tell him he shouldn't have he just smiles, cups your cheek and leans in, whispers the words over your lips "prettiest girl in the world deserves the prettiest gifts doesn't she?" And with his nose nudging yours you're not about to argue with him. Him lacing his fingers with yours as the children interrupt jumping up onto daddy's knee to show him what father Christmas bought them...
🌿 After Christmas Lunch Tommy suggests a little stroll through the snowy gardens down to the stables where another gift is waiting for you... A beautiful horse which you adore... Her sleek black mane, her calm eyes... Tommy promises that this year he'll take more time away from work and teach you to ride.
🌿 I reckon Tommy's more devoted to the "father Christmas" thing than you'd expect him to be, I feel like he'd think it was really important, that's kids need that kind of magic in their little worlds...
Arthur
🍂 Arthur definitely gets quite flustered around Christmas, he worries that he can't think of the perfect gift, he begs and begs you to just tell him what you want, "really darlin please, don't care it it's expensive or if I have to go fuckin Timbuktu for it it'll be easier than this bloody guessing game!" "Arthur if I knew what I wanted I'd tell you but I don't..." "Please love!* You'd be giggling at his despair as he starts reeling off guesses and you keep telling him they all sound lovely, that he should just get you whatever he thinks of...
🍂 "but y/n what if I get it wrong!" "Arthur Shelby for the last fuckin time you won't get it wrong! You've never been wrong before..."
🍂 and the reason he's never been wrong before is that he really does just buy you everything he can think of that he thinks you might like, and sometimes things he's heard your friends ask their husbands for... he buys so much in the hopes that you'll like at least something...
🍂 But really all you want for Christmas is to be with him, that anything he gets you is perfect to you because it will be a sign from him that he cares about you and that he put thought into your gift.
🍂 he's always a little worried he's going to ruin Christmas in some way, he worries that he'll get too drunk or that he'll end up fighting with one of the reletives it guests... and when he's anxious and stressed out he'll have a drink... so he gets pretty merry on Christmas...
🍂 but most of those things he worries about are irrational worries... Arthur cares so much about the whole family getting together for Christmas because he sees himself as the head of the family, and he because he cares he tries really hard...
🍂 he's everyone's favourite flustered uncle and poor Arthur is unfortunately the kids favourite uncle to fuss around... they find it so funny seeing him a little red in the face going slightly crazy trying to make sure everything's going well... always asking you if you think the days going well, if the kids are happy... "look at em Arth, they're having the best time you dafty..."
🍂 He's so nervous watching you open your presents and you're kind of conscious of that so you're always making sure you're extra grateful and that you smile and say thank you for every single gift, and that you tell him he definitely isn't to buy you so much next year...
🍂 because apart from anything else you'd be self conscious about giving your gifts for him, because there's no way you've bought him as much as he's given you...
🍂 and so many of his gifts are so thoughtful too, there'll be a bottle of wine you'd tried to describe to him when you'd come back from a little weekend away with Ada, you'd been telling him how divine it was and how you'd love to drink it again (you were drunk when you were telling him about this) but you couldn't remember it... Arthur had gone to an unhinged extreme and visited the hotel to find out and then buy you a crate of the stuff...
🍂 You'll be really surprised by the levels of thought Arthur's put into your gift and when you stop beneath the mistletoe to thank him for all your gifts he'd cup your face in his hands and tell you that he wanted to make your Christmas perfect... "Was always gonna be if I got to spend it with you Arth..."
🍂 and then he'd get emotional, Arthur definitely gets a bit misty eyed after all the fuss of Christmas, because it's so important to him to see the whole family together, as a family... It wasn't like that when he was a kid and he's always wanted to give the family the kinds of warm happy Christmases they all wished for as youngens.
🍂 he definitely dresses up as Father Christmas for the little ones and brings in their sack of toys... Lets them clamber all over him and doesn't complain once even when in their excitement they're a little rough...
🍂 exhausts himself and falls asleep on the sofa after lunch, cuddled up with you of course...
Alfie
🐻 grumpy when you wake him up early... "You youngens spare no thought for us old men do ya? Wakin us up at the first sign of light over that godforsaken horizon just because its bloody Christmas Day..." you pouting, telling him you're sorry, trying to be convincing but he sees your smile and mirrors it
🐻 "No you're not..." he chuckled pinching your cheek, pulling you up into his lap and trapping you there, demanding compensation for the inconvenience of being woken up at such an ungodly hour in the form of s good morning kiss...
🐻 "This ain't what jesus woulda wanted darlin... Reckon Jesus yeah much like myself right, was probably quite fond of a little shut eye, yeah I reckon he was you know..."
🐻 but of course its mostly just an exaggerated act he's pulling, and mostly he's only grumbling so much because he loves the sound of your giggling, loves the way your laughter leaves you wriggling in his lap trying to escape him when he starts grumbling again...
🐻 he will force you to lie back down, your head on his chest whilst he gets a little extra sleep. He kisses your forehead and tells you to go back to sleep too... "Got a big day ahead of us my little ziskeit, an I wouldn't want my pretty poppet wearing herself out before she's even had her breakfast right... So me and you yeah, we're gonna lie here just a little bit longer right... And I know you can manage waiting right because I happen to know you're a very good, very patient girl... Ain't you ziskeit?"
🐻 Alfie drags Christmas morning cuddles out for as long as possible and insists that all presents are opening in bed... If you've got little ones they drag their stockings into the bedroom and climb up into bed with mum and dad to open their presents too.
🐻 Alfie would have quite a low-key chilled out Christmas I think, you'd have lots of cute little personal family traditions (like the aforementioned opening presents in bed). He'd want there to be as little fuss as possible and a quiet but cosy Christmas by the fire would suit him best ...
🐻 that being said he always tries so hard to be charming and polite when your parents come over for christmas lunch...
🐻 he can't get down on the floor to play with the children so instead he sits in his arm chair and invites them up to play in his lap, letting them make their toy horses and soldiers climb up his left arm, conquer his right shoulder in battle and then claim victory over all on top of his head.
🐻 has a deadly sweet tooth and eats more dessert than Christmas dinner...
🐻 you mix Christian and Jewish traditions on Christmas day and Alfie spends a lot of time in the kitchen with you on Christmas Eve preparing babka and other treats from his own cultural background to share with the family...
🐻 modern Alfie would absolutely threaten deal or death on anyone who even considered reading a christmas cracker joke to him...
🐻 he spent the run up to Christmas being a big mard arse, threatening you with the naughty list every time you said no to him or didn't do as he'd asked. Whenever you were cheeky or sarcastic with him he'd told you you he wasn't bothering with gifts this year, telling you not to bother getting him anything...
🐻 But of course Alfie would never neglect his little ziskeit and come Christmas morning you're unwrapping the loveliest gifts from him... mostly music... the best gift Alfie has bought for you however can't be unwrapped and certainly can't be given to you in bed... it's waiting downstairs in the lounge... a new piano with the most gorgeous intricate design engraved in the body.
🐻 Alfie is terrible for spoiling the kids far too much too... Every year you end up getting them more and more between the two of you, but that's because for as cynical as Alfie is about the whole Christmas ordeal as he calls it, he does know the joy it brings to children and he does believe wholeheartedly that children should be able to have perfect happy childhoods.
John
🌼 Christmas with John is chaotic from the second the sun rises to long after it has set...
🌼feral children everywhere, and one adult man who isn't much better.... John loves to see the children excited and so he'll do anything to feed the fire, ramping up the excitement at any opportunity...
🌼 definitely a chocolate for breakfast household...
🌼 but before the sun rises, before the kids wake up and start shaking the house down... You're woken up by John, his arms wrapped around you, nuzzling into your hair, kissing your neck from behind you...
🌼 because it might be Christmas but he isn't sacrificing cosy, sleepy morning sex for anything and this his own special way of wishing you a merry Christmas...
🌼 so when the kids come bursting into the bedroom you're already awake, cuddled up with John making the most of the last few moments peace before the big day really starts.
🌼 And once the children are up that it, you're both being dragged down the stair to the living room where the children's stockings are full of treats and toys galore... And John's gifts to you are much the same
🌼 John buys you gifts which bring out your inner child, your favourite sweets, dancing frocks and feather hair bands to match... Chocolates too.
🌼 the best gift of all however arrives in an excited bundle of fluff and fur... A bright eyed puppy John had been keeping hidden in the kitchen, a gift not just for you but all the family... The children are over the moon, all shouting names to call her, and you're overjoyed too.
🌼 There's music on the gramophone and John's been mixing you Christmas cocktails since breakfast time, he dances you around your living room and picks your daughter up to dance with you too. Letting the kids dance with their feet on his feet, playing all sorts of silly Christmas games with them too. John is the life and soul of Christmas and there isn't a second goes by without laughter and general merriment on Christmas when John is around.
🌼 trying to gather the children (including John tbh) up to visit his brother's at Arrow House is a nightmare and you definitely all arrive late to Christmas lunch... Not that anyone was expecting you all to be on time... John and the children put the feral in festive?
🌼 He drives Tommy insane all day and you finally get a little peace and relief sipping gin by the fire with Ada and Polly.
🌼 And John definitely still makes time for you, stealing you away when the children are worn out from playing all day. Everyone's a little sleepy in the afternoon, even the puppy is dozing by the fire. John catches your hand and steals you away to a shadowy corner of the house to steal a Christmas kiss from his very own Christmas miracle.
Bonnie
🍀Going to bed on Christmas Eve, the smell of smoke from the fire, cinnamon and citrus from the little garlands of oranges and holly sprigs that you made and hung up around the vardo... In the morning when you wake there's fresh frost on the window and you can feel the chill in the air...
🍀so you snuggle in closer to Bonnie and he wraps his arms around you a little tighter than before. Youre cuddled up together beneath layers of blankets, listening to the birds outside, the hush of Christmas morning before the children wake up... with your eyes closed you're just enjoying being wrapped up together in the arms of your love...
🍀his scratchy morning voice and lilted accent as he kisses your cheek, nuzzles in closer and says "merry Christmas little dove..." "merry chrismas Bon." You whisper against his neck, your breath tickling him as you press a kiss to his skin.
🍀Christmas day is always busy and a little chaotic at the camp, many families all gather together for a huge celebration, which means brothers, sisters, cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents and old friends all gathered together with a fire and feast... Children running round with their new toys, snowball fights, all the little girls making snow angels and getting little ice crystals in the tangles of their long wild hair.
🍀And one day Bonnie can't wait to watch his own children running around all rosy cheeked on Christmas morning, scoffing chocolates and treats from father Christmas...
🍀but for now it's just you and him wrapped up snug and warm inside, sharing a little peace and tranquility before the chaos of Christmas
🍀Your stockings would be quite small, humble little things, but you'd have filled them with sweet little gifts, many of them handmade, for one another.
🍀You have carved bonnie a gorgeous new knife, it's engraved beautifully with little woodland vines along the handle. He's really pleased with it. And Bonnie has carved you something just as beautiful, a hair slide adorned with dried white flowers... It takes your breath away. Bonnie's gifts would be a mixture of practical and pretty....
🍀And because he has big dreams of wealth and riches Bonnie would have saved all the money from his boxing winnings to buy you something stunning and expensive... Something he definitely shouldn't have bought you! A necklace or a set of earrings made with your birthstone.
🍀 Bonnie would definitely get very broody and sentimental at Christmas, especially after a drink and having spent a lot of the day looking after some of the youngens. You'd be feeling the same too after watching him teach the younger lads to box, watching him dance with your younger sister around the fire and give her piggy backs when she's tired.
🍀And he'll want to dance with you too, there'll he no escaping him and you won't be able to keep the smile off your face when he's swaying you slowly to a softer Christmas song. He'd be singing it softly to you as you danced.
Isaiah
🐀 After a wild Christmas Eve you'd both be very tired and perhaps a little hungover... So you'd wake up tangled between the sheets together, sore heads and sleepy eyes... And that's where you'd stay for as long as possible.
🐀 you wouldn't have any Christmas commitments until it was time for Christmas dinner with Isaiah's father so you would drag the morning out in bed with a cup of tea, both of you feeling lazy...
🐀 When you finally wander downstairs you'd both be wearing Isaiah's pyjamas, him wearing the bottoms and you wearing the top. You'd sit together under a blanket to exchange gifts by the tree...
🐀 Deciding to cure your hangovers with another drink
🐀 luckily for you Isaiah has gifted you a cocktail shaker and set so you can mix up a cure for your Christmas morning hangover.
🐀 he's also bought you some truly gorgeous lingerie, red and lacy and he can't wait to see you in it later...
🐀 It would be quite a relaxed Christmas, you'd probably just about manage to be on time to Christmas Lunch, just about manage to look presentable and hide your hangovers from your parents.
🐀 Cheeky kisses under the mistletoe at every opportunity, you having to remind Isaiah to behave himself in front of your parents... He gets amusingly shy about having to wear a party hat on his head and take his turn in charades... He's actually blushing!!
🐀 You'd end up reengerised by the evening and you'd be back down the garrison come the night to meet with Finn and some of the other Peaky lads, music turned up loud, dancing and getting up to no good. Isaiah knows him and Finn will get a bollocking from Tommy when he comes back to the city but he doesn't care, anything to impress his girl.
Michael
☘️ With Michael Christmas morning is luxurious, it's slow and relaxing but it isn't low-key by any stretch of the imagination...
☘️ Tea and breakfast brought up to your room by the house keeper. The two of you eat breakfast in bed, sharing a peaceful good morning cuddle beneath fresh white sheets...
☘️ You go downstairs wrapped in your silk house coat and you exchange gifts beneath the tree, the fire burning in the place, the peaceful crackling of smouldering wood a tranquil soundtrack to your morning.
☘️ Michael has spoiled you, he's bought you a dress which is truly divine, a beautiful shade of jade green, you know he wants you to wear it today... He wants to show off his riches and also his girl... It's probably an attempt at making Tommy jealous... And you're determined to aid your man in whatever he desires so you make a note to do your make up perfectly, a little extra smoulder to your eyes shadow, a little extra rouge on your lips...
☘️ He's also tries to spoil you with the most modern, trend setting gifts... A state of the art gramophone, a home video camera which you're excited to use later to record the Shelby family Christmas.
☘️ Then you and Michael take a hot, steamy bath together, relaxing in eachothers arms, washing one anothers hair, closing your eyes and enjoying the peace, making the most of it before you have to visit the rest of the family at Arrow House...
☘️ Michaels a little begrudging about having to spend the day in Tommy's shadow so you do your best on Christmas morning to stroke his ego and give him the self esteem boost he needs to face his older cousin...
☘️ He's also paid for a trip to New York, he's been many time on business but he wants to take you with him and spoil you, show you Broadway and the skyscrapers which have stolen his heart.
☘️ Aunt Polly meets you at the door to arrow house and takes you under her wing, introducing you to everyone else and stealing you away with the women to drink whiskeys in the kitchen whilst the men play with the little ones who are running riot in the snow covered garden.
☘️ Michael has to rescue you from them because he catches them giving you the third degree, trying to work out if he's going to propose, trying to work out if you're pregnant.
☘️ if he was planning on proposing I think Michael is most likely to propose at Christmas.
Luca
🪽 Christmas starts at midnight when you're attending mass together, recieving communion, you resting your head on his shoulder as your lips move sleepily to the melody of another hymn.
🪽 Luca is never particularly impressed by mass in England, he always scowls and shakes his head, give you an earful on the way home about how the English are all uncultured heathens...
🪽 you just shake your head and smile, stroke his cheek as he's driving, place a cigarette between his lips and light it for him, you plant a kiss to his cheek to calm him and he settles down, remembering that it's Christmas... a happy day, a day of peace...
🪽 Luca has always found Christmas time to make him a little more romantic than usual and when he pulls up the car in the driveway he lifts you out of the car like a bride and carries you over the threshold as if it were the very first time. Smothers you in kisses as you make your way up to bed.
🪽In the morning when you wake it is to his low husky singing, an old hymn from his homeland which sounds all the more lovely for his lethargic tone. He strokes your hair from your face and brushes a kiss over your lips wishing his darling a merry christmas...
🪽 He lights your cigarette for you and you lie back against your plush set of pillows feeling like a princess, and you look radiant with the Christmas morning light streaming through the windows.
🪽 Luca can't resist you in the mornings and finds it impossible to keep his hands off you, slipping beneath the covers to wish you a merry Christmas in his own special way.
🪽 When the children wake they're full of excitement, bubbling over with Christmas spirit as they drag you and their Papà from your bed to go downstairs and open their gifts...
🪽 Now of course the children have been spoiled rotten as always, new toys and enough sweets to rot their teeth in under ten seconds... But you... You're Luca's Angelo, every gift he's given you is addressed to "cuore mio" (my heart) and every present is more beautiful than the last.
🪽 he spoils you with classy gifts, a string of pearls, a new gramophone and a collection of your most treasured records...
🪽 but his main gift to you plays towards Luca's dramatic tendencies, his need to show off and shower you in all the adoration his wallet can give... In the driveway with a red ribbon tied around the body is a flash sports car just for you.
🪽 "But... I can't... Drive..." "Not yet cuore mio, but don't worry, you'll have the best teacher..."
🪽 tickets to the opera and the most gorgeous black velvet dress for you to wear when he takes you into the city for an evening of luxury and music.
🪽 Luca dotes on you throughout the whole of the festive period, he dotes on you normally but in December and early January he really layers it on thick, all day Luca makes sure your every need is attended to... He is always the one to top up your wine glass, always planting little kisses to your hands and fingers, using any excuse to touch you...
🪽 Helps you get ready in your finery to greet your guests before dinner, Luca combs your hair and helps you into your dress, fastens the clasp of your necklace and can't resist peppering your neck in teasing kisses...
🪽 He doesn't mind playing host to his huge family, it's an excuse to show off after all, but he tires of social interaction quickly and you can see him growing impatient as the day draws on, you stop to massage his shoulders beneath the mistletoe and then you let your kiss linger on his lips, "not long now tesoro," you remind him, "then it'll be just me and you and the children, you'll have us all to yourself..." "Trust me cuore mio that moment can't come soon enough..."
🪽 When you try to pull away and return to the dining room Luca drags you back for one last kiss and really makes the most of the little moment of peace he gets to have with you.
Aberama
🥀 There was a time when Christmas was a particularly lonely time for Aberama, a time when he remembered all that he lost when he lost Bonnie's mother.. he used to find the winter season to be a harsh, cold, long and lonely winter...
🥀 but with you in his life things are finally beginning to thaw out, he has hope again for the first time in a long time. Your sweetness makes him feel warm despite the winter frost on the ground...
🥀 So now Christmas is a time when Aberama finds himself feeling grateful, more than anything else. He finds himself reflecting on his life and how much his family means to him, finds himself reflecting on you and all the joy and peace you've brought to his conflicted world.
🥀 His favourite part of winter is going on long walks through the frosty countryside with you tucked up in one of his big coats, seeing your little head poking out of a scarf he's wrapped tight around your neck to keep the chill at bay, your little rosy cheeks, is one of the prettiest sights he's blessed with amid the grey of December...
🥀 On Christmas morning he wakes up before you to prepare the fire and to start brewing tea and preparing breakfast... You're a little younger than him and he has a tendency to dote on you at the best of times, but on Christmas morning in particular you look so adorable, so at peace tucked away beneath the blankets that he can't bare to disturb you...
🥀 so you awake to a slight breeze tickling your cheeks, the sound of fire crackling, the hiss of the kettle coming to boil... And when you join Aberama by the fire you're still hazy with sleep. He opens his arms to welcome you into his embrace and lets you sit between his legs on the floor as he carries on attending to the fire.
🥀 As the camp slowly comes to life and everything gets busier he keeps you tucked away nice and close to him... With his own children grown up there's a little less chaos around his vardo and so you are both able to watch the festivities from a slight distance... You know it won't be long before you're swept up in it all however, you know it won't belong before one of the little ones comes running to show you their new toys...
🥀 and so you make the most of the peace whilst the children are distracted by their stockings to exchange your own gifts by the fire...
🥀Aberama is a practical and sentimental gift giver, he gives you a huge cosy woolen jumper, one to keep you snug and wrapped up in the cold months ahead, new boots for riding and accompanying him on those long rambles through the woodlands, he's also bought you a new pony, shes gorgeous and your heart swells with pride at the knowledge he'd have needed to pull a mean trick to get you a creature so beautiful, the thought you're worth that much to him almost brings you to tears.
🥀 Definitely takes a lot of pride in preparing the perfect Christmas feast and he keeps himself plenty busy in the morning with some of the other men and women preparing a fine spread for everyone to share... Definitely saves you the best carving of meat and the best looking potatoes.
🥀 Honestly despite the fact his children have grown and that even his youngest is an adult now, I thinn Christmas time makes Aberama a little broody, a little nostalgic for the days when his own little ones were running riot playing with their new toys... You might find he starts talking a little sentimentally when he's had too much wine, that when he's dancing with you by the fire in the evening he pulls you a little closer than usual...
Merry Christmas to all of my lovely lovely followers I hope you've had a lovely day <3
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Where the Wild Things Are - Chapter 1
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Chapter One: Solitude
Plot: Wild men or monstrous infected creatures, the world is wild and ravaged by Cordecyps but some are raised in it and flourish becoming a wild thing.
Word Count: 6.7K
Pairing: Joel Miller x Platonic!Teen!Reader, Ellie Williams x Platonic!Reader
Warnings: canon-typical fighting/violence, injuries, blood and gore
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Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone; For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own …
The northern winds were unforgiving to the open area abandoned of life, well the whole world was abandoned from life following the Outbreak. Cordyceps that destroyed the world in a matter of hours, though you weren’t there on Outbreak day you had dealt with your fair share of infected. But the secluded area you had found and claimed as yours didn’t give much of the fungi-humans. Sure there were the stray infected that came from the distance but they dead, sniped from a distance before they could get anywhere close to your home. It wasn’t the infected you needed to worry about when you were truly far away from populated areas for cordyceps to spread…it was the people that would think like you. And that’s what you were worried about and it seemed like your luck in this remote area had finally run out.
Your last hunt tied to your pack your rifle slung over your shoulder as you make your way through the snow to the cabin. Two rabbits that you were glad to find in your traps, it would have been great to have deer. Just a few hours ago a herd of deer had come through here and you had wished you could find their location but you had to settle for the rabbit for dinner. Coming over the small hillside, the path from the thicker forest and home was so routine that you could do it with your eyes closed. Seeing the snow-capped cabin appear you smile under the scarf covering the lower half of your face, you can’t wait to be inside and warm by the fireplace. The horses outside your home have you frozen as you swing your rifle into your hands instantly on edge and wary. You were so stupid to look after your tracks, did someone see you when you were hunting and followed your trail back? They couldn’t have you switch hunting locations every day and the different trails back would confuse anyone who does not know the area. Drawing closer to your home and see only two horses tied to the fencing as they mull around giving you no attention. Circling the home to avoid the front door in case they are camping right there to blow your head off. Finding the back door silently creaking it open as your breath is silent and footsteps non-existence after years of learning to become invisible. You can hear things being moved around as you creep into your own home. Your rifle aimed at the doors you knew you had closed now open checking to make sure no one is hiding in them. The bedroom door swings open and you press yourself against the wall as you watch a man with his rifle slung over his shoulder come out and turn in the direction leading to the living room. Before he could get a step down the hall the cool metal pressed against his back has him frozen.
“Slowly slide the rifle off your shoulder,” You growl and he slowly raises his hands and he lets the rifle slide off his shoulder and hit the ground.
“Tommy? Everything alright?” A man’s voice calls out and you press the barrel of your rifle into Tommy’s back.
“Walk.” You order as he keeps his hands raised and walks out towards the living room and you hear footsteps of the other man.
“Tommy? Did you hear what I sa-” “Keep your hands where I can see them or your buddy here gets it.” You say as you look at a younger man as he freezes with his rifle in his hand.
“Tomm-” “Jesse do as they say.” Tommy cuts off Jesse as the younger man nods.
“Rifle against the wall, finger off the trigger.” You say as Jesse slowly rests the rifle against the wall by the front door, “Same with the pistol and knife,” You say as he pulls the two both slowly out of his holsters and places them on the small table next to the door. “Sit.” You point at the couch in front of you and he slowly walks over there and takes a seat. One still holding the rifle you bring the other to the holster on the back of Tommy’s jeans pulling out the revolver opening the chamber emptying the bullets as they hit the floor, then you grab the hunting knife in his front pocket and put it in yours. Shoving the gun to his back to get him to move he too joins the younger boy on the couch the two with their hands up now defenseless with no weapons even their packs away from them. You could see both of their features, the older of the two with long black hair that was slightly pushed back from his face, and a decent mustache on his face, the younger boy with shaggy black hair as well that was hidden under a hat. They looked well fed while you had barely gotten by with the rations you have and the hunting. Their clothes as well looked clean, dusted with snow, but catered for their bodies while you wore a mismatch of different gendered clothes that you had to alter to adjust to yourself.
“Are there others with you two?” You ask your rifle aimed at the two as they look at you, they couldn’t see your features, a hat covers your hair, and the lower half of your face is hidden underneath the scarf that slightly muffles your voice but it’s filled with venom and lacks any hesitation to put a bullet in each of their heads.
“It’s just us,” The older man, Tommy speaks for the two, “We’re part of a community, lots of people, we have food, power, safety, if you want to come-”
“I’m not going fucking anywhere.” You say harshly your weapon more focused on the older man as he raises his hands higher to show he’s not going to try anything, “Does anyone else know about this place?” You demand and Tommy shakes his head.
“Only us, look we’ll get out of here and you’ll never see us again.” The man says and your silence only lets them brew with many questions and fears the main one being, are there leaving here alive? You should just kill them and end the discussion, how could you trust them that they weren’t going to come back? You would have to fucking leave and start all over again. You could head more north, hit Canada, and start over there. Your finger rests on the trigger as you stare at Tommy and you curse under your breath for what you were about to do.
“Get up.” You order as the two men stand and you usher them towards the front door that brings you out to the porch the sunset streaming an orange glow against the untouched snow. “If I see any of you or any of your people I won’t hesitate to fucking kill you.” You threaten as the men move to their horses, grabbing the hunting knife that was the man from your back pocket and chucking it as it lands in the snow before them.
“Best get moving, you don’t wanna be out in the dark here.” A mixture of a threat and advice as Tommy moves forward picking up the lone knife that is meant to protect the two men as they saddle up. Your weapon is still trained on the two as they take off and you make sure they are past the ridge waiting out there a full five minutes. You even climbed the hill rifle in hand expecting them to be waiting there to take you down but, you saw nothing but the tracks leading away and the empty plains and forest surrounding you.
Closing and locking the door you collect the new weapons resting your rifle on the coffee table as you take into account the equipment. They were of much better quality than the hunting rifle you called yours. It was here when you stumbled upon this place used to kill the previous owner you assumed he was tired of living in this fucked up world and wanted the easy way out. Your nerves felt heightened with that interaction, you can’t even remember the last time you saw a person though infected don’t count. Someone that speaks and has thoughts but can be manipulative and kill you if you let your guard down.
The night is eerie as you eat one of the rabbits the other gutted and strung to preserve for your next meal and use the fur for other uses. The rifle laid across your lap as you eye the front door, the back door of the home now barricaded by the old heavy bookshelf you pushed down the hall to block it. You hadn’t felt this on guard in months and maybe this is why people had appeared in your small sanctuary. You would rather deal with infected showing up here than actual people. Sleep wasn’t going to come to you your nerves were shot and the adrenaline from early kept you awake. Sitting on the couch silently waiting to take down whoever might try to get you until your lids grew heavy and your head slumped over sleep taking over.
The people of Jackson especially those who were close and dear to the Miller brother and the family and friends of the younger boy Jesse waited anxiously for their return. They were meant to return before sunset now dark and the older Miller brother paces the gate where he watched his brother leave. Joel was ready to steal a horse and go out and look for Tommy but here he was being stopped by his sister-in-law and his surrogate daughter.
“Jesse and him are alright Joel, there has to be a reason for them to be held back.” Maria tries to calm the quickly growing anxious brother her being better at hiding her fears of the location of her husband and the father of their child.
“They should have been here hours ago. Before sunset he said, it’s been three hours past that!” Joel didn’t mean to raise his voice but the nerves and fear of losing another member of his family to great for him. His hand clutches his watch the memories associated with it his only reminder of what he lost. Maria rests a hand on the man’s shoulder,
“He’ll be alright Joel, have faith in them. If they aren’t back in another hour I won’t stop you from going off and looking for him.” The leader of the community offers and the older man nods but before he can start coming up with a gameplan someone from the watch towers of the large gates calls out.
“They’re back!” Joel felt a sigh of relief leave his body and he could even see the woman release her own tension. He watches the gates open as the two men enter the town Joel instantly notices the lost weapons and their packs gone. He and Maria go over to Tommy as he slides off the horse letting it be taken away by a stablehand and Jesse is greeted by Ellie and one of her friends, Dina.
Maria hugs her husband her hands cupping the man’s face looking for any injuries, “Are you alright? What took you both so long.” She asks as Joel looks over his brother and he could see the thoughts running through his head.
“What did you see Tommy?” Joel asks and Tommy looks over at his brother and his hand reaches for the knife he was given.
“There’s someone out there!” Jesse says coming over to Ellie and Dina not far behind. Tommy gives the younger boy a look before sighing and nodding, “We were doing the normal patrols checking the towers and went a bit further and we found a cabin. Thought it was going to be deserted, maybe find some supplies or anything but it seemed we stumbled on someone’s home.” Tommy explains and Maria looks more frantically for any injuries but he waves her off.
“We’re fine, they only took our weapons and packs. Could have killed us but they let us go.” Tommy explains he could picture your eyes cold and expressive, but they seemed young but harden by the world around them all.
“So we go after them, we kick that guy’s ass, and get the gear back!” Ellie says and Tommy shakes his head same with his brother who gives a quick scold of her name.
“Told us if anyone of us shows up there again they wouldn’t hesitate to kill us, we just leave it. They stay where they are we keep away and that’s final.” Tommy explains and Maria nods.
“Come on it’s been a very stimulating day. I will let the council know of this so we can avoid that location on patrols.” Maria says and the people bid their goodnights as Jesse is brought home with his family Dina following with as the Millers plus Ellie stay together.
Joel looks over at his brother seeing the conflict in his eyes, “You alright there Tommy?” The man perks up before slowly nodding,
“Yeah...you know I offered them to come here…a lot safer than being out there all alone,” The man sighs scratching his cheek, “They said they were better off there.”
Joel nods patting his brother’s shoulder as they make their way to their respective homes, “Maybe it was for the best.” Tommy nods his hand grasping the hunting knife just remembering those eyes. He couldn’t shake the familiar feeling off them.
“Maybe..”
Weeks passed the winter was harsh for the people of Jackson but with the heated water and the power that was put through the community, they would push through. Both Miller brothers saddle up for their patrol ready to check on the communication towers with the large amount of snow that had come down on them this past week they needed to make sure nothing was out of the ordinary. On their horses just waiting for the earlier patrol to arrive so they can head off. Tommy and Joel turn to the gates as Jesse and William his most current pairing for patrols come flying in on horses.
“Tommy!”
Jesse yells coming beside the man on his horse, “I know you said to avoid the cabin and we did,” Jesse says trying to catch his breath as the older man tries to start scolding him when he heard about the cabin, “But from one of the trails you can see straight at it and it’s just cover in smoke…and there was blood everywhere.”
The four men went off after Jesse and William had cleared they were good to head out again and show them as the four horses raced through the snow, Tommy wasn’t sure why he was so nervous. You were a complete stranger, one that did almost kill them when they first met. But it was this gut feeling he couldn’t ignore as they reached the ridge and he sees the cabin, part of it has thick black smoke though it looks like nothing was on fire anymore.
“Stay alert,” Tommy warns all of them with their rifles or pistols as they depart from the horses. Moving towards the house the front porch steps is drenched in blood and the snow around it from the man dead on the steps a bullet obliterating his skull. Looking at the three other men signaling Jesse and William to check the back as he and Joel enter through the front. Once the two men disappeared around the wall he turns to his brother as the two stood on opposite sides of the door before they enter. The stench of death and the burning smell. Part of the roof was caved in smoking planks of wood leaving an open hole in the ceiling. They had to immediately climb over a body that is slumped over at a hatchet embedded in the man’s chest. The place was in a state of disaster a clear fight took place there. Furniture flipped, blood, and bulletholes everywhere. The couch Tommy remembers sitting at is flipped over and a man laying half on it and there are multiple stab wounds to his neck and chest area. A wheeze fills the air and the two men turn their weapons finding a woman against one of the walls her face sweaty from the clear blood loss she sustained from the knife still in her chest. Her eyes glazed over blood spilling freely from her mouth, “f…fuck..ing an..animal..” Her final words as she slumps over and the two men look more cautious. There’s no way you did all this. A thump comes from the bedroom as they turn to face the hallway, seeing the backdoor blocked by the large bookcase. Moving down checking each of the rooms leading there the violence only grew more. In the bathroom, a man lies in a puddle of blood his face caved in from the porcelain sink that is broken around him. Standing in front of the bedroom door Joel’s hand grabs the handle counting before pushing it open. He’s lucky he didn’t walk straight in as a bullet fires splintering the door and the wall between the two men.
“Fuck..” A very feminine voice groans as an item is dropped and the two men enter finding the destruction of the room. Two bodies are dead one at the foot of the bed and the other on the bed his blood soaking the sheets. On the floor in the corner with a clear shot to whoever enters the room. Tommy hadn’t known what his almost killer plus savior had looked like, everything was hidden by heavy winter clothes, and the only thing to show were your eyes and parts of your brows. He had truly thought you were a man. But with minimal layers, this fight probably happened when you were home, he’s staring at a girl…a very young girl for the fact. But also the fact he thought he was staring at a carbon copy of the man beside him looking exactly in shock and confusion as his brother.
You see two men before you one you recognize as the man you let go, Trevor or whatever the fuck his name was. The other next to him you’ve never seen but the two did look like similar brothers maybe. The revolver is aimed at the Travis guy you do know and you see the older man raise his rifle at you while the man with the gun pointed at him makes no move with his own. “I fucking told you I would kill you if I saw you again.” You hiss trying to shift your weight letting a hiss from the burning pain in your side. Thomas looks down at your side and sees your hand pressed against it blood soaking the fabric.
“You’re hurt.” He takes a step forward and your finger rests on the trigger while the other man has a clear shot at you, “Drop the gun girl.” The older man hisses and you barely glance at him as you speak.
“You’re in my fucking house dickwad don’t tell me shit.” You say before you open the chamber showing there are no bullets left, “If you’re here to get your shit back, it’s all gone or used to kill this fuckers.” You wave the empty gun to show the damaged room and the two bodies that are with you.
“Like I said before, get the fuck out of here and let me die in peace. Better yet toss me a bullet and let me finish the job.” You spat leaning your head back against the wall, waiting to hear them leave or maybe give you a way to bite the bullet. A sudden rise in pain as a pair of hands clutch your wound and your eyes widen as you look at Tristian put his hands on your wound with what looks like actual bandages.
“What the fuck?! Get…the fuck…of me!” You hiss trying to push him off as he only puts more pressure on your wound. “Should’ve fucking…killed you!”
“Shut up, tryin’ save your damn life.” He says as you glare right back at him, “Joel get the horses she’s coming back to Jackson.”
“No, I’m not!” “Tommy?!” You and this Joel guy yell at the same time as Tommy continues putting pressure on your wound as you struggle more against him, “How do you know if she’s not infected?”
“Do I look fucking infected dumbass?” You say and the man glares at you, “Watch your mouth kid.” Joel glares at you and you glare right back.
“Suck my dic-” “Hey!”
Tommy yells silencing the two of you. “You’re fucking bleeding from your side, so it’s either we leave you and maybe the guys you killed have buddies that come after you and you figure out if you can take them,” He says giving you a look, “Or you can come back to Jackson and stay alive. Your choice.” Tommy looks at you as you’re silent.
“Get the fucking horse, Joel.” You spat and Tommy sighs in relief as the older man glares at you, “You don’t tell me shit.” “Think I just fucking did.”
“Jesus Christ! Stop talking either of you,” Tommy says shutting you both up as your glares both enough to kill the other if looks could kill, “Joel please get the horses.” The man gives one last look before heading out of the room. Tommy looks back at you looking at your wound. You would get better treatment when they return but this would be the best he could give you. Tommy helps you to your feet and you groan in pain your hand pressing to your stomach he has one of your arms thrown over his shoulder as he starts leading you out of the room.
You’re semi-dressed for the weather not as good as he would like it but he grabbed a coat by the doorway slinging it over your shoulders to give you some warmth. The frigid air and brightness of the snow reflect off the snow as you move past the body at the doorway and the steps seeing the four horses as Joel holds two of them and two other men are standing there one you recognize from before as he watches you.
“The fuck you looking at.” You growl as the boy and the man snaps their gaze away from you as Tommy curses under his breath.
“Maria’s gonna kill me.” He could already think of the fight that is going to happen when he gets back. They already had to deal with Ellie and the sailor of a mouth she has plus the intensity of Joel but it seemed like you were both of them put together and then times that by twenty. Reaching the horse Tommy climbs on first before reaching for your free hand as he pulls you up as you groan in pain your teeth grinding trying to muffle your sounds of pain. You felt breathless and out of energy from just that, Tommy has one hold of your arm to his front while your other holds your wound. “Alright let’s go!” He yells and the horses take off as your face presses against his back trying to focus on your breathing. In for five…hold for four…out for five. Repeat. It was the only thing you could focus on as the world around you blurred. Leaving your destroyed sanctuary behind to wherever Jackson is.
The ride is intense each bump in the road makes you grip the man’s hand hard as a flash of white light covers your vision. You weren’t sure how long you were awake or did you daze, until you found hear Tommy in front of your speaking but everything sounded underwater. “The gates are just ahead kid. Hold out just a bit.”
A garble of words is slurred back to him as he spurs the horse faster and he squeezes your hand in reassurance though he only feels your cold ungloved hand. They reach the gates as they open, Jesse, William, and Joel coming off their horses quickly while Tommy slows down. “We’re here kid, you’re gonna be alright.” He says when he feels your grip on his hand weaken before he turns seeing you slipping off the horse your eyes rolled back. 
“Joel!” He yells to his brother grabbing your shirt to try to stop your fall but your sleeve rips. His brother comes at the right moment to catch the top half of your body and the two of you hit the ground your head protected from the ground. Tommy is off the horse before the two of you as Maria and others quickly join seeing the patrol returned with an addition.
“Christ Tommy. What the hell did you do?!” Maria yells as her husband presses his hands onto your side as he shouts out for the town doctor. “I’ll explain everything once she’s tended to.” He says and he sees your eyes slowly flutter open and he’s drawn back to you.
“Hey, kid keep those eyes open. I’m getting you help. Just need you awake..umm, tell me the year? You got a name kid?” He promises as you look at him in pain as he waits for a name. “bite…me.” You say before darkness quickly takes over as you hear a final curse.
You felt rested which was weird and the pain in your side was less of a constant screaming pain to a dull feeling. Shifting feeling the slight comfort of a mattress as you slowly blink your eyes open and you hear shuffling coming from the other side of the room. What looks like a younger-looking lady as she goes through cabinets before she comes over to a metal tray in her hand she places it on a small medical table she doesn’t seem to notice your conscious staring. Where the fuck were you…you remember the cabin..the fight...then it was a blur you remember voices and someone holding you but you weren’t sure what was real or not. You see the lady pick up a needle filling it with something and she turns away from the briefest of seconds and you strike. Snatching the metal tray you swing it as it collides with her head and she drops to the ground. Moving off the bed you bring your hand to your shirt lifting it and see a clean bandage covering your side instead of the old cloth ones you were forced to work with. A groan from the injured woman makes you move. Reaching the doorway you snatch the coat off the rack and the cold air sends a shiver down your body. Slipping your arms in the thicker coat flipping the hood over your head. Taking in your surroundings seeing people milling about though you avoid their gazes. You take in the streets, no run-down buildings…or ration lines. This wasn’t the QZ this didn’t even look like a Fedra run area. You almost stopped to take in the large pine tree covered in lights of a collage of colors and the top of a large star. What the hell was this place?
“What do you mean she got out?” A voice yells out and you quickly lean against a wall to make yourself unnoticeable. From your peripheral, you could see two men walking frantically down the street as they stop a bit before you.
“Look Claire said she wouldn’t be waking up anytime soon, and I was going to ask Jesse to keep an eye on her. Didn’t expect her to wake up and give the poor girl a concussion!” The familiar voice says as you see the man with long black hair rack his fingers through the tendrils in stress. The other man with shorter brown hair that was greying and a salt-and-pepper beard. His hands are on his hips as he shakes his head.
“Okay we watch the gates, she would only head for the exits if she plans on running. Have everyone on the alert, we don’t know if she might try to cause harm to anyone here.” The man says,
“Joel she’s a kid, not some rabid animal.” The younger man says and the older one, Joel crosses his arms with a glare on his face, “Tommy you saw that cabin, she did that herself and already seems to be proving us right.” Joel says and you try moving past them just act casual and keep heading down the main road. If you can get to a gate before they can spread the news you’ll be home free.
You had only made the mistake of glancing back at the pair making direct eye contact with Joel as he is mid-sentence before he stops his eyes widened seeing you staring back at him a few feet away from him. You’re just a few seconds short of dodging him as a strong hand grips your wrist before you can run. Your hand whips out a large crack filling the air as it makes contact with his face. Joel stumbles back clutching his nose with a curse as you dart, racing through the streets shoving past people as they yell at your retreating figure and you can hear the chase behind you. Sprinting into what looks like a hall, multiple pairs of eyes meeting yours as you bust through the doors looking like a madman before sprinting towards the large double doors that lead to the kitchen. You hear the doors open as Tommy and Joel yell at you to stop. The kitchen is busy as you shove past people looking back and seeing the two in the room with you. Seeing a tower of crates filled with plates. You grab them pulling them as you run past they crash to the floor stopping the two men in their tracks. Seeing the emergency exit sign you break through reaching outside as you sprint through the snow-filled streets. Lungs on fire, your side burning as you slide in the snow picking yourself up as you turn the corner and see the sign Rancher Street. Spotting the first house you see sprinting up the porch your hand grabs the door ready to break it down when it swings open as you tumble inside. Slamming the door behind you catching your breath as you survey the home. It looks like a normal home, clean but cluttered showing it was lived in. Your mind already running on the ruthless fighter side you had to protect all these years.
“Joel?” A girl’s voice calls out from upstairs as you freeze, “You home already old man.” The sarcasm in her voice as you see a girl bound down the stairs expecting the gruff older man but sees a girl slightly older still covered in blood and grime. The two of you stare at each other and her hand slowly moves to her pocket but you strike first. Your fist slams against her face stars filling the girl’s eyes as she pulls out the switchblade trying to stab at you but you grab her wrist as she pushes forward with a yell. The blade slashes out catching you in your face as the two of you collide against a table it moving with force. She puts her weight as she tries to bring the knife through your chest it digging into your skin and gritting your teeth in pain, Holding her back with one hand the other scrambles behind you, your fingers brushing against a glass vase curling around it and slamming it against the girl’s face. She cries out pulling back as the shards create scratches as you tackle her to the ground she lets out a gasp the wind knocked out. Seizing the weapon a struggle as the roles are reversed and the blade inches closer to her neck.
The main door kicks open and Joel and Tommy heard a scream coming from down the street from his own home. Rage fills the older man seeing the stranger pinning down his injured daughter with a knife dangerously close to her. Grabbing you by the hair ripping an animalistic shriek as he throws you into the wall. The knife flies from your hand when you hit the corner of the wall, your back seizes and you feel a rip in your side. A hand grabs your throat pulling you to stand as you try to fight back but your legs are pinned the same with your arms held in his tight grasp that would bruise in his free hand that is choking you out.
“Joel!” The two voices behind him yell out as he pins this teen to the wall ready to finish her off for daring to assault Ellie. “Joel stop I’m fine!” The younger girl calls out despite the scrapes and quickly forming bruises but was more worried about the man choking the life out of the girl.
“Joel.” Tommy's warning voice as the red filter in front of him begins to fade as he’s left staring at a young girl her teeth barred her face slightly red from the lack of oxygen. He steps back and you drop to the ground gasping for air your hand lightly touches your throat. Your other hand lifts your shirt cursing under your breath seeing the popped stitches bleeding through the bandage. “Up kid.” You hear Tommy say as you glare at him before spitting at his feet. The man sighs as the door opens revealing there are two more men. Your body reacts trying to run but Joel still bleeding from the nose but which had started to clot up grabs you by the arm as the two men grab you by each arm.
“Fuck you.” You snarl as you thrash in the men’s arms as they pull you out of the house, people from other houses family of all ages watch the event as you bare your teeth at them as they pull their children closer to them in fear. You are silent letting them force walk slash drag you to what you find out is their town jail.
The place was empty probably not needing any use until now, you’re thrown into a cell as the door close. There’s a concrete bench/bed built into the wall and nothing else as you shove yourself into a corner giving them no other way to come at you. The only passage of time is the small window high up on the wall and the bleeding from your side that was once a spilling red to now clotted up with the bandage. The small wound on your chest had stopped bleeding and didn’t need any treatment. They didn’t seem to think to leave someone to watch confident nothing would happen and you had to admit they were right. No amount of jumping for the window that you knew you couldn’t squeeze your body through or shaking the metal door hoping it was not fully locked. The cold room comforted you as you picked at the blood and dirt from under your nails when you heard the sound of footsteps.
Looking up seeing Tommy leaning against the back wall and a woman with dark skin pulls up a chair from the wall and takes a seat. Folding her hands in front of her as she looks at you seeing the cut on your face from the girl’s knife and the quickly forming bruise around your neck. “You’re lucky Joel didn’t shoot you back there.” The woman says and you roll your eyes looking away from her.
“Yeah let me go thank him for almost suffocating me instead of shooting me.” You spat before leaning, “Here’s what you’re gonna do. You’re gonna open this cell and fuck off.”
“You don’t get to make the decision here.” You shot up grabbing the bars your face pressed against the bars.
“Open this fucking door!” The bars rattle with your pulling as the woman makes no reaction to the murderous look on your face.
“Did you tell anyone about us?” She says as you push back, “Fuck you.”
“You’re just increasing your stay here with the backtalk. Now did you tell anyone about this place?” The woman questions.
“I didn’t tell anyone shit! There’s fucking no one to tell.” You yell throwing your hands up in the air as she watches you before speaking up again.
“How old are you,” “85.” You say not to give up any information as she gives you a look.
“What’s your name?” “Princess fucking Diana.” You spat and she smirks as she leans back crossing her arms.
“How about this, you tell me what I want to know, and I’ll tell you what you need to know,” She offers as you lean against the wall across from her. “Okay, my name is Maria Miller, and this is my husband Tommy.” She points to Tommy who is behind her. “Now you. What’s your name?” You’re silent before offering your name,
“Y/n.”
Maria nods, glad to at least get something, “Nice to meet you Y/n. How long have you been living in that cabin?”
You shrug flexing the bruised knuckles from your fight earlier, “ I don’t know…’bout a year now. Now you answer my questions.” She shakes her head,
“I only have one last question. You have absolutely no one going to look for you. No parents…family..anyone that might be coming for you.” She says and she notices the sudden frown that appears on your face and the loss of snark and bite at the mention of parents. It was the small crack in the harsh mask you put it but the topic seemed to strike hard and strike deep.
“No.” Your voice is rough your body still your hands balled in fists, “No one’s coming.” Your gaze avoidant you felt uncomfortable and embarrassed as if the truth of a lack of parents would make the older woman laugh at you. It made your skin crawl with how easily it affected you feeling the little girl crawling to come out but you shove it away the harsh look covers your face. “Can I ask my fucking questions now?” You ask and Maria nods waving her hand for you to speak.
“Why did you even bring me? Let me leave. I didn’t ask for your fucking help. You don’t even have to give me anything just let me go back to the cabin and you’ll never see me again.” You say, just have them point you in the direction of your home and you’ll make it on foot. You felt uneasy here, these people were clean and fed, and they looked normal, unlike yourself and the people you’ve seen in your lifetime. Maria is silent before she sighs shaking her head,
“I can’t do that.” You step close to the bars as she speaks, “Those raiders are part of a larger group, they’ve probably been following you for days before they decided to strike. Coming here there is the possibility they might come after you in revenge. You already know too much about Jackson and we can’t risk you revealing anything about this place.” She stands as your hands grasp the bars.
“None of them are gonna come after me! I told you what you wanted to know! Let me the fuck out!” You yell as she looks at you the rage written across your face, “You fucking told me you’d let me go!” Maria moves towards the door her husband following behind her as you shake the bars screaming at them, “You fucking bastards! Let me out of here! You can’t fucking do this! Let me go! Fucking let me go!” The two leave as you move back against the corner sliding down to the ground, holding your head in your hands.
Your luck had run out and you had no idea what you were going to do to get out of this one.
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callsign-dexter · 10 months ago
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Request: hi I was wondering if I could please request a TK x daughter with the angst prompt starter “you were supposed to leave”?
totally your choice 💜
Starter- You were supposed to leave.
Pairings: TK Strand x Daughter!Reader
Warnings: angst
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A/N: Thank you to the person who sent this in!
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“Remember I need your guy’s permission slips for our field trip to Laboratory and Field Investigations. I also need another parent to go because this is a huge lab and we will be splitting up.” Mr. Vencie said, he was your science teacher and you absolutely loved him because he always made class fun. You, Y/N Strand, are just a junior in high school. You didn’t like school but science had quickly become your favorite subject thanks to Mr. Venice. There was instant chatter has the bell rang signaling the end of the school day. Normally you would head home but you were given specific instructions to head the fire station that your father and grandfather, TK Strand and Owen Strand, worked at.
“So, what are your plans after you leave?” Your best friend, Harper Wells, asked as you both walked out of the school.
“I was planning on going home but I was told I needed to head to the station, something about people coming to work on the house. Dad, Carlos, and Gramps don’t want me there alone and they’re both working.” You said, Carlos is your father’s boyfriend and you love him dearly and he loves you just as equally. You called Owen, Gramps just to get on his nerves because he didn’t look that old but he acted like it sometimes.
“Your dad is hot.” She said not afraid to let you know that pretty much all the time.
“And gay.” You said with a roll of your eyes.
“Hey, it doesn’t hurt to look.” She said and you laughed as you reached your Jeep that you begged your dad for. “You think he will be chaperoning the trip?” She asked and you shook your head.
“No, he has to work. I think Carlos may go though.” You said already preparing for what was about to be said.
“Hey, he’s hot too.” She said and there it was.
“Yea ok Harper.” You said and she just smiled because she knew that it got on your nerves sometimes. “Listen, I got to go. I’ll text you later.” You said and then hugged her and she hugged you back.
“Be careful and let me know when you get to the station safely.” She said as she released you from the hug.
“You know I will.” You said and then you both were saying bye to each other and getting your cars and driving home. You got into your car and sat there for a minute while you pulled out your phone and opened your text messages and opened the group chat that you had going with your father, Carlos, and grandpa.
School just let out. Heading to the station.
You waited for a response and immediately got them back.
Dad: Be safe. We will see you when you get here. Love you!
Gramps: Don’t get pulled over… but I’m sure Carlos would get you out. Love you.
Carlos: I would absolutely do that. I love her too much. Let me know when you get there safely. Love you.
Love you guys too. I will be safe. Gramps I’m going to break every single road law.
Gramps: Y/N Y/M/N Strand
You just laughed and began your drive after starting your car up. It was only a 30-minute drive to the station. You arrived in no time and parked where your Jeep next to your grandpa’s truck and killed the engine and made your way inside with your backpack on your shoulder and keys in one hand. Everyone knew who you were even the ones that normally didn’t work with your dad’s crew so nobody asked why you were there. As you were walking you noticed that the ambulance wasn’t there and it didn’t surprise you. You walked further and saw Judd. “Hey, Judd!” You said and he turned around and smiled.
“Little Strand! How are you?” He asked coming over and hugging you and you hugged him back.
“It was good! I have a field trip coming up to a science lab.” You said and he smiled and released you from the hug.
“That sounds fun. Your dad, Tommy, and Nancy got called out but should be back shortly. It didn’t sound like anything serious.” He said and you nodded.
“How is Grace?” You asked and he smiled. Grace was like a mother figure to you; she helped you with girl problems and when you had boy problems but your dad was surprisingly good with that. Your mom hasn’t been in the picture since you born. She and your dad had hooked up while they were both on drugs and she had stopped them when she was pregnant with you, she did have a soft spot for kids and babies, but when you were born, she gave up parenting rights to TK who was off of drugs and getting help. You had stayed with your grandma at the time while he got help but once he was clean, he was 100% about taking care of you and you quickly became a daddy’s girl. Now at 17 years old your bond with your father was strong and you could care less about his sexuality just as long as he was happy so were you. When he got dumped by his boyfriend before coming to Texas, he was heartbroken but he stayed strong for you and continued to be a great father to you.
“She’s good! She’s wondering when your next girl date is, she’s missing you.” He said and you smiled.
“I’ll have to shoot her a text later.” You replied and he smiled.
“She would love that.” Judd said “Your grandpa is in his office.” He said and you nodded and started that way. As you were walking you saw everyone else in the kitchen. “Hey!” You said with a smile and everyone turned to look at you.
“Little Strand!” A course of voices shouted out and they came over to hug you.
“How was school?” Marjan asked
“It was good. We have a field trip coming up that I need to talk to dad about chaperoning or maybe getting Carlos to do so.” You said and they smiled.
“Where is it?” Mateo asked and you turned to look at him.
“Laboratory and Field Investigations.” You said 
“Oh, that sounds fun.” Paul said and you nodded.
“Science is a favorite of mine especially since the teacher I have makes it fun.” You said “Sorry to cut this short but I need to talk to Gramps.” You said and they all snickered, they encouraged it. You headed to his office and when you got there, he wasn't doing anything so you knocked and he looked up and waved you on in. “Hi, Gramps.” You said with a smirk and he groaned playfully but got up and walked over to you and hugged you.
“Hi, Sweetheart.” He said and then released you from the hug. “Your dad will be back soon.” He said and you nodded.
“Yea, Judd told me.” You said and then went and sat down on the couch and pulled out your phone shooting off a text to Carlos letting him know that you had arrived along with one to Harper. “Hey, Gramps?” You asked looking up at your phone seeing that he had gone back to his desk and he looked up.
“What's up?” He asked
“I have a field trip coming up soon and need a chaperone. Do you think Dad will be able to get off?” You asked, sounding hopeful but knew the answer.
“Depends on the day. When is it?” He asked 
“Friday.” You said and he nodded thinking.
“I think we'll be working. Maybe Carlos can go with you.” He said and you nodded.
“That was going to be my next person I ask.” You said just then your dad walked in and that made you smile and get up and hug him. “Hi, Daddy.” You said excitedly which made him chuckle.
“Hi, Baby Girl. Good day at school?” He asked and you nodded and stepped back. 
“Yes. Speaking of school.” You started
“Uh oh. What did you do?” He asked smirking teasingly and you pushed him slightly “Kidding.” He said and then you both went and sat down on the couch and Owen came over.
“Oh hush. I have a field trip coming up and we need an extra chaperone. Gramps said that you all would be working.” You said and he nodded.
“He's right but Carlos would love to go with you. He loves hanging out with you and doing stuff with you.” TK said and you smiled and nodded, you really loved Carlos too. “You can ask him tonight.” He said 
“Ok!” You said and didn't have a moment to say anything else because the bell rang signaling for all trucks and ambulances to go and you hugged them both and got cozy on the couch. While they were gone you did your homework and played on your phone. There was no telling how long they would be gone for.
It was Monday night which meant that your day was getting off today and that meant he had 3 days off but would have to go back to work on Friday. When he got off of shift, he got into his car and you drove behind him going home. When you got home you saw Carlos’ Camero was in the driveway and you both parked in your undesignated spots. You both walked in to the cooking filing the house and your mouth watered, that was one thing about your dad and Carlos they could cook and it was the most delicious food ever but its another story for when your grandpa cooked. Carlos looked up and greeted the both of you with a smile. “Hey guys.” He said as he stirred something on the stove you walked over and he pulled you in a side hug.
“Hey.” You said
“Hey babe.” TK said and walked over to kiss Carlos.
“We’re having enchiladas tonight. I hope you’re both hungry.” He said and both you and your dad nodded.
“I’m ready for some good food. Let’s just say it had been rough with food for the last couple of days at the station.” He said and you and Carlos chuckled and TK grimaced.
“Grandpa cook?” You asked and he nodded.  
“You two go wash up and change. Supper will be ready in 30 minutes.” Carlos said and that is what you both did. 30 minutes later all 3 of you were sitting down for supper and talking began. Typically, they kept work talk at work and didn’t bring it home but sometimes there was a slip up but you enjoyed hearing about their days.
“Carlos.” You began and he looked up at you as if saying ‘go on’ “I have a field trip to a science lab coming up on Friday and we need another chaperone. Dad is working and so is Grandpa. I was wondering if you would be able to go.” You asked shyly. You didn’t like asking much but you had too.
“Of course, I would love to go with you. It sounds like fun and I get to be with you.” He said and the biggest smile appeared on your face and one appeared on both his and TK’s face. “Where is it?” He asked.
“Laboratory and Field Investigations.” You said getting excited.
“Oh exciting.” He said and TK said at the same time and you smiled and continued to eat. The rest of dinner was in great spirits and everyone was happy.
Over the next couple of days, you were preparing to go on the field trip. You had turned in your permission slip that your dad had signed and told Mr. Vencie that Carlos would be the chaperone for the trip, he was beyond excited to hear that since he was a cop and could handle out of control situations.
Friday rolled around and you were riding with Carlos to school. When you got there both of you walked in and went to the meeting place to check in. Once everything was good to go Harper found you and you both began to talk. Everyone got on the bus and you sat close to Carlos not wanting to be away from him, the bus ride didn’t take to long it was only a 20-minute drive to the lab and you were getting excited. Carlos talked with the other chaperones about anything could and you could tell they were drooling over him you just smirked and nudged him and he would playfully roll his eyes at you “You’re too much liked your father.” He would say and that just made you laugh.
Everyone gathered out front of the building and Mr. Venice gave orders and told everyone to get into groups with a chaperone. You were quick to side with Carlos and Harper was too. Once everyone was grouped the tour began, something was making you uneasy and you didn’t like this feeling but you were enjoying the lab so you didn’t say anything. The further the tour went on the more had the feeling but still didn’t say anything.
The tour was almost done when there was an explosion very close to your group and was so powerful that it pushed you back into Carlos and you both went down. You had hit your head on a metal pole and that had your ears ringing and blacked out for a moment. When your senses came back to you the building was filled with smoke and some fires had broken out. “Are you alright?” Carlos was asking you but your ears were ringing and that made him concerned he has been kneeling over you having gotten up but you could see some soot and some cuts on his face but nothing too major. “Y/N.” He said and it was slowly becoming clearer and you turned to him “Are you ok?” He asked again and you nodded having heard him this time around.
“I think so.” You said as he helped you sit up.
“It looks like you have a cut on your forehead and doesn’t need stitches. Anything else hurt?” He asked and when you went to get up your ankle screamed out in pain and you hissed.
“My ankle.” You said and he nodded and looked down and when he touched it you were ready to kick him but didn’t.
“Can you walk and try to help everyone and get them out?” He asked and you nodded as he helped you up. You pushed the pain down and limped checking on people and telling them where to go. You also had gotten your phone and called 911.
“911 what’s your emergency?” Grace’s voice came through.
“Grace it’s Y/N Strand. There was an explosion at Laboratory and Field Investigations. I’m on a field trip.” You said
“Are you ok? Are you hurt?” She asked
“Yes, I am but I’m ok. Carlos is here with me.” You said
“Is anybody else hurt?” She asked
“Yes.” You said
“Ok, I’m dispatching the 126. Y/N?” She asked
“Hmm?” You asked surveying the area.
“Be careful.” She said
“I will.” You said and then hung up the phone.
As you were making your rounds you would look up at Carlos every now and then but when you went back to checking on people you saw Harper lying unconscious on the ground. You limped over to her and kneeled down.
“Harper?” You asked and shook her slightly and that roused her and she was slowly opening her eyes. “Are you ok? There has been an explosion.” You said and helped her sit up.
“I think so.” She said and you helped her up and started to walk outside. Carlos was right behind you and when you got out most of the building had been evacuated and people were being tended to. You could really see the smoke and the fire from the outside. Carlos turned to you.
“Stay here.” He said and you nodded and waited outside after 10 minutes he hadn’t come out and you needed to go back in you needed to help people, it was in your blood. You started to walk that way when Harper stopped you.
“What are you doing?” She asked
“I can’t just sit around and do nothing. That’s not who I am.” You told her and then hurriedly walked towards the building just as soon as the 126 pulled up meaning that your dad was pulling up. You walked into the building and was met with smoke and that made you cough. You got to one part and ran into someone and it turned out to be Carlos and he turned to you.
 "You're not supposed to be here. You were supposed to get out." Carlos said to Y/N, she was just like her dad and grandpa always running into danger and not away. You shook your head.
“I need to help.” You said and he sighed.
“You’re just like your father and grandpa.” He said and shook his head and then began telling you what to do. You got more people out but you heard someone hollering and instead of sticking with Carlos you went to that voice. “Y/N!” He yelled but you were already gone into the black smoke.
“Can you hear me?!” You yelled out.
“I’m here!” The voice said you followed it and it led you to a door you tried to touch the handle but was burnt in the process.
“Hold on! Back away from the door!” You said and prayed they listened and you raised you foot and used all the strength you had and kicked the door and it actually worked.
“Thank you! We were trapped!” They yelled out over the alarms and fire.
“You’re welcome! Is anyone injured?” You asked and they nodded.
“My partner. She was blown back into the wall and hit her head. She’s bleeding pretty badly.” They said and you nodded and looked around.
“Take your jacket off and press it to her head. The pressure will help. Let’s get you out of here.” You said and they nodded and did as they were told and the three of you slowly made the trek out of the building you were close to the entrance but you heard something “Get her to an EMT more specifically Tommy Vega, Nancy Gillian, or TK Strand.” You said and they nodded and you headed back in. You followed the sound to another room and saw that someone was trapped and you tried to get to them but it was hard and your ankle hurt and so was your head. When you got them, you kneeled down. “Sir? Can you hear me?” You asked and he nodded.
“Yes, I can. My leg is trapped.” He said and looked over and it was.
“I’m gonna try and lift it.” You said and he nodded and when you began to lift it, he yelled out in pain but it was working. Once it was up, he scooted himself away and out.
“Thank you so much.” He said and you smiled.
“Let’s get you out of here.” You said and he nodded and you helped him stand up it was getting hard to breathe.
“How are you so calm and know what to do for a 17-year-old?” He asked and you smiled but coughed and so did he.
“My dad and grandpa taught me. He is a paramedic and my grandpa is a firefighter.” You said and you could see the exit but something was creaking both you and the man you were helping stopped and looked up the ceiling was about to collapse. “We need to go!” You shouted and he agreed. You both barley made it out before it collapsed though your shoulder was hit in the process. When you were out and saw daylight you both sighed in relief. You were safe enough away from the building when you saw three very familiar figures hurrying over to you as another paramedic from another station took the man off and away from you.
“You were supposed to leave.” TK said and you looked down.
“I know but people needed help.” You said and he sighed and brought you into a hug.
“You did well. When two people said that a 17-year-old girl helped them and told them to ask for us we knew it was you.” Your dad said and kissed your head and then released you and looked at you. “Let’s get you checked out.” He said and you nodded and he threw and arm around you and helped you limp your way to the others.
“You scared us.” Owen said finally speaking up after you had come out and helping TK lower you down onto the back of the ambulance. Your dad started to clean up the cut on your head.
“I’m sorry.” You said
“You’re safe and you helped a lot of people. We can’t be mad at you.” You dad said and everyone nodded.
“TK is right. You were so brave.” Carlos said and you looked up and smiled.
“Alright, I want you to go to the hospital and get your head and ankle checked out.” TK said
“But dad-“ You began but one look that only a parent could have when their child was doing something bad you shut your mouth.
“This is not up for discussion. As your father I want you to get checked out.” Your dad said and you nodded and then he leaned over and kissed your forehead just as soon as Nancy and Tommy walked over they greeted you and your dad explained everything and they nodded as if you were being loaded onto a gurney.
“Carlos go with her. I’m gonna finish and help here.” Owen said and he nodded and got into the back of the ambulance with you and Tommy and Nancy got up in the front. “I love you, Y/N.” He said and you smiled.
“Love you too Gramps.” You said with a smirk and he groaned but smiled and closed the doors and hit the back of it and you were on your way. As you made your way to the hospital your dad and Carlos fussed over you and you wouldn’t have it any other way. You just smiled, happy everyone is ok and you were going to be ok and you had your dad and your soon to be step-dad with you, you knew it was coming it was just a matter of time. “Dad, Carlos?” You asked and they looked at you.
“Are you ok? Is anything wrong?” Carlos asked and chuckled and nodded your head.
“I’m ok and nothing is wrong. I just wanted to say I love you both so much.” You said and they smiled.
“We love you too.” They both said at the same time. You smiled. You were going to be ok. 
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evita-shelby · 9 months ago
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Chapter 9
Cw: use of ethnic slurs, casual anti-romani racism, anglophobia, cheating, fertility issues, offscreen suicide, cuckolding/old timey version of using a sperm doner , and drama.
Taglist: @thegreatdragonfruta @zablife @call-sign-shark
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June 1922
They go out to town, to some investors party standing for her company and his investment firm. Dressed to kill and walking in here like the sun orbited around them.
None of these English twats could hold a candle to them.
Paris had been fun, surrounded by eccentric rich fucks and exiles who Eva personally knew. Then when she came face to face with the girl who tried to kill her when they were sixteen, the witch proved she was as terrible as him.
The Witch smiled viciously as she settled on her next prey as they came face to face with Grace and the gangster Grace compared him too.
What’s her face had not died, but looked ready to croak once Evie was done with her. Jack cannot wait to see how she destroys the ungrateful broad who’d made moves on him while Eva tried her best to shove her onto Carrie’s group of sycophants despite Caroline hating her too.
“Dear me, does your husband know you’re back to your old habits, Mrs. Macmillan?” Eva wastes no time in embarrassing the married woman on the arm of a man who was not boring old Clive.
“You sounded taller in her stories of you, Mr. Shelby.” Jack looks down on the gypsy on the arm of the blonde who’d spent a year trying to snap up any blue blood that came near her.
He had known her type the moment he saw her, bored rich girl who only wants a man once he’s got enough cash to afford her.
Having been so curious about the man Grace sent letters too even after she married, they’d dug up everything you needed to know about Shelby and his family.
Thomas Shelby had taken longer than Jack to get where he was, but Tommy didn’t have the benefit of a man willing to teach him his tricks like a father would. But now that Shelby Brothers Limited was rising to the level of wealth Grace thinks she deserves, Tomm Shelby was being romanced in that cool way of hers.
The kind that makes you believe you are doing everything, and she is naturally coming to love you. Just like she did with Clive and this fool with her.
“Thomas, these are Mr. and Mrs. Jack Nelson. Friends of mine from New York.” She says pretending she’s not prey caught in the quarry.
“Friends of her husband.” He corrects letting him know how little they cared for the blonde who’s smiles tightly with eyes betraying the embarrassment she feels. “My wife and I were relieved when she handed in her resignation. She was my secretary at my Wall Street Office before my Evie caught on to her tricks, did she tell you that?”
If Eva’s game, they could destroy this relationship to make this boring party worth getting dressed for.
“Never heard of you, I admit, Mr. Nelson.” The shorter man admitted. He kept a cool head; one he’d gained from surviving France and everything that made people like them rise out from the muck they were born in.
Grace was a trophy, a ticket to the society that hates them, just like Eva had been. The only difference is that Jack can trust and love Eva to her bones and Tommy only loves the surface he sees because he thinks he can ignore the smell of the rot underneath the shiny surface as long as he does.
He knows all that because deep down he and this miserable fool are the same. Only difference Jack knows to vet his women before sticking it in them.
“Not surprised, Gracie here has a habit of keeping too many of them. Did you know their doctor suggested the MacMillan's find a man to make the baby and she agreed to it?” They had dinner with them a few days ago, Jack had learned that from Clive when they went out on the balcony to smoke.
Grace’s move is to deny everything, but Shelby is smart enough to see through it.
“Pray the boy takes after her, the MacMillans really hate Romani people, especially anyone related to Arthur Shelby. Your father relieved them of two hundred thousand dollars, or was it three hundred, Jack?” the witch continues grinding the blonde underneath her heel and leaving the best part unsaid, she’d seen her death.
A month after marrying the man of her dreams, she will die. A curse placed on her by Tommy Shelby’s own auntie to keep lovely Grace Burgess away from her family.
“Tell Clive we’re still on for brunch at our place before the Derby.” Jack said with a shark-like smirk and a condescending pat on Shelby’s shoulder. “Use a rubber, Shelby, the last thing you want is to get gipped.”
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Her marriage to Jack has given new life to her mean streak.
Eva had struggled not being a bit mean or petty ever since she learned what fun it was to be an asshole to people she dislikes or tries any shit with her.
Grace was pretty prey, a little blonde mouse she and Jack toy with and discard for no other reason than just disliking her.
It was just something in her aura, this sense of entitlement, this innocence she claims when the people she hurts do not count as people to her, and now thinking she can have her cake and eat it too.
“We saw your darling Grace at the party last night, did she tell you?” Eva wastes no time in ruining the morning.
“Can’t be, she was at her aunt’s place for supper.” Clive answers thinking surely Eva is making a mean joke. She’s never been subtle in her dislike of her, warned him about the man she sent letters to behind his back when he went through with the wedding.
“Clive, I was hoping to do this somewhere private, but---” Jack dropped his napkin and gave her a look for making them do this now.
He wanted to preserve some of Clive’s dignity, but Eva craved chaos and destruction and seeing the woman who the universe predestined she loathe no matter what be publicly humiliated.
Maybe it was because she tried to seduce Jack away from her because she didn’t see Eva as her equal for being Mexican. Yes, it must be that, Eva hates bigots and bootlickers and Gracie was everything she loathed in a person wrapped in pretty designer clothes.
“Tell me they’re lying, that you haven’t been with that tinker you send letters to, tell me, Grace, tell me you aren’t the whore my mother thinks you are?!” Clive doesn’t shout and yet his voice is shaking and angry enough to carry throughout the café.
“Clive, I---” the blonde cannot lie, not when Tommy Shelby’s bastard grows in her womb.
She was pregnant, about five or six weeks. Got pregnant from the many times she went to the house of the woman whose husband she had imprisoned for being a Jew and a communist.
Six weeks ago, when the doctor’s fertility treatments for her began. She had wanted a child, just not with Clive. She wanted the love of the man she had in 1919, not Clive.
Tommy Shelby hadn’t wanted to continue this affair; she’d heard of May Carleton. May who trains his horse and was sweet on according to other guests she made them speak to.
It had been fun to see her learn that Shelby wasn’t hers anymore.
And now Eva was a giddy as child knowing Grace would never set foot near her ever again. Even better that when she dies in 1924, she will die knowing those who wrong Eva Nelson never live happily ever after.
“I’m sorry, Clive, I love him and I’m having his baby.” Grace admits the truth for once in her miserable life and all hell breaks loose.
Clive is found dead with Grace’s gun in his hand.
“Did you have to do that, I told you Clive was a weak man.” Jack asks as they meet the woman who cursed Grace Shelby and reveal the sordid affair her nephew’s been having with her.
Fine woman, just murdered her rapist and now enjoys her victory the way it deserves.
“She was going to tell him and make him kill himself anyways, I assumed she’d have her gun in her handbag like any sensible woman would.” Eva answered as she enjoyed the bubbly champagne, courtesy of Polly Gray.
Grace may have not shot Clive MacMillan in this timeline, but her killing him is something that will always happen. Just like her being shot a month or so after her wedding and just like Tommy Shelby destroying everything and everyone around him because he refused to let go of the Dulcinea he created in his head in 1919.
A shame it must go this way, but it has to. Don Quixote only regained his sanity once the fantasy brought him to his death.
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A/N:Canon!Jack is racist full stop, here its more of a facade he puts on to keep his reputation of asshole you don't want to fuck with and mainly doing it to get ubder Tommy’s skin hence the heavy use of slurs
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aneurinallday · 6 months ago
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The Grey Man
Chapter 5: Time
For the remainder of the day and the entirety of the night, Holford slept or at least pretended to sleep. Resting, recovering his strength, and biding his time. He was in pain, but by now he’d ascertained that there was no serious injury - no broken bones, just surface damage to his face which would heal by itself, given time. It looked ugly, but it could’ve been much worse.
Occasionally Tommy would enter and speak to him, but Holford wouldn’t respond in any meaningful manner, feigning a complete mental and physical exhaustion - making the road to recovery look longer than it actually was. Sometimes, when his eyes were closed, he would feel a warm hand touching his forehead and neck, checking his temperature and pulse. He was surprised that such a gentle touch could belong to Thomas Shelby.
By the next morning, the doctor’s face was awash with dark bruises - a mottled patchwork of purple. His left eye was blacked and almost swollen shut, and the split in his lower lip had painfully scabbed over. He winced and groaned as he sat up, his limbs stiff and ribs sore.
As if on cue, Tommy entered.
“Finally awake?” he said as he drew back the curtains. Sunlight streamed into the wagon and revealed the severity of Holford’s bruises. If Tommy was taken aback, his face betrayed nothing. “Alright, let’s take a look at you.”
He grasped Holford’s face and turned it towards the light, examining his burgeoning contusions and bleeding lip. Red bruises had already formed. At first, he gripped Holford’s jaw firmly, as if anticipating that he would try to squirm away. But when the doctor offered no resistance, Tommy’s touch softened. He cupped Holford’s cheek gently.
“Anything feel broken?”
“I don’t…think so.”
“Not this?” With a forefinger, Tommy lightly tapped on the bridge of Holford’s nose.
“No.”
“Good.” Tommy let go.
Holford looked up at him. His green eyes were plaintive.
“Will he come back?” he asked.
“My brother? No. He’s not coming back”
“Why did you protect me from him?”
“Because he was killing you.”
“But aren’t you going to kill me?”
“I haven’t decided yet.”
“When will you decide?”
“Enough questions,” said Tommy.
He pulled out his water flask and made Holford drink. The doctor gulped gratefully, trying to wash away the coppery taste of his own blood lingering in his mouth. He wondered if this was an apology. Maybe Tommy felt some level of remorse over how he’d handled things, and this was his way of atoning for it. Or maybe water was just water, and there was no meaning behind it.
Tommy waited patiently until he was finished drinking, then put the empty flask away. A droplet or two of moisture clung to Holford’s dry, chapped lips. Holford swayed. Tommy grasped his shoulder to keep him steady. As if without thinking, Holford turned his head and placed a gentle kiss on the hand where it rested.
“Thank you,” he whispered. But then he grasped Tommy’s hand and kissed it again, more forcefully. Tommy was caught off-guard by the gesture, unsure if it meant affection or pure supplication. “Please,” said Holford, dispelling any illusion that it was an affectionate gesture. “Let me go. You don’t want me dead, I know you don’t.”
“Oh, I don’t?”
“No. You saved me. You saved me from your brother, from death. That must have meant something. If you wanted me dead, you would’ve let him finish his work.”
Tommy jerked his hand away.
“I stopped him for his own sake, not yours. I didn’t want him to have more blood on his conscience.”
“Please. You can still take me home, Tommy. Or you don’t even have to take me - just drop me off somewhere. I’ll walk, I’ll find my own way back. I know that somewhere inside, you feel something for me, some bond. I’m not a stranger whose life means nothing to you - I’m your doctor, I looked after you for three years. Three years you came to my office, I came to your house, I saw your children grow. I saw you grieve your daughter’s passing.”
“Don’t mention my daughter. And don’t fucking call me ‘Tommy’.”
Holford’s hands dithered in the air in front of him, as if he were resisting the urge to clasp them in prayer.
“Listen, all I want is to go home. I don’t care what I have to do - tell me what you want me to do.”
“I don’t want anything from you.”
Without warning, Holford slid onto his knees on the rug-covered floor of the wagon. Kneeling at Tommy’s feet, just as he had back in the courtyard.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Tommy snapped. “Get up.”
“There has to be something.” Holford tried to smile at him, but it was a pained smile. A desperate smile. “We can work it out together.”
Whether intentionally or not, the implication of fellatio hung in the air between them. Tommy didn’t want to believe that Holford would resort to making such an offer, but at the same time, he knew the doctor was too clever to plant the idea by accident.
“I’ve had enough of this," Tommy muttered.
“Please. Just let me go. I just want to go home.”
But Tommy left, and from that moment on, refused to speak further.
A week passed in the same silent limbo. Tommy brought him water and food every day - crackers, tinned sardines, corned beef - but no longer entertained his attempts to start a conversation, ignoring all of his efforts to bond. Instead of lingering in the wagon to watch Holford drink his tea, he now spent all of his time outside by the fire.
Holford had over-played his hand, and crossed a line in the process. The opportunity to make Tommy lower his guard had passed, and now Tommy’s walls were higher than ever.
The silence was unbearable for Holford; every hour of aimless waiting was agony. There was nowhere for him to go - nothing for him to do but sleep, re-read his one book over and over, and think about escape. He watched in the mirror as the swelling subsided and his bruises turned from a dark bluish-purple to a sickly greenish-yellow.
When he stared at his reflection, he despised everything he saw. He was starting to smell and he hated it. He’d never gone more than a day without a hot bath, and he yearned to sink naked into steaming hot water. He felt an ache of homesickness as he remembered his own bathroom - the cool tiles, the fragrance of soap, the green wallpaper with its familiar pattern of palm trees and exotic animals. Far removed from the claustrophobic darkness of this Gypsy caravan.
“Calm,” he often whispered to himself. “Be calm. Impatience won’t serve you.”
One morning he awoke with an overwhelming sense of urgency. It was the twelfth day of his captivity - he knew that much. Twelve days and still no rescue had come. The more time passed, the more his hope of rescue diminished, and the more his desperation grew. Time was running out. He couldn’t just sit around and wait for Tommy to kill him. If he was going to act, he had to act now.
Unbeknownst to him, Tommy was also suffering from the silence. He was fed up with the doctor’s pleading and grovelling, his clever and treacherous tongue; even the sound of his soft voice had become grating as he tried to weasel his way out of justice. Tommy hated him. But at the same time, he felt increasingly guilty for prolonging his misery, for denying him the basic comfort of conversation.
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Every day, he could see the doctor’s spirit sinking lower and lower, his hopes growing weaker and weaker, his pale face becoming more stark. Tommy had thought that he would find satisfaction in watching Holford’s deterioration, but instead it left a bitter taste in his mouth. He felt certain that the doctor deserved to suffer, but he was no longer what degree of suffering was justified. How far was too far? How long was too long?
Desperate for a respite, Tommy walked briskly to the nearby stream for a much-needed bath. He swam in the cold water, listened to the reeds and the insects. For a while, he simply lay in the grass, drying himself in the sun, feeling the warmth and air on his face. Trying to forget about Doctor Holford, and the dilemma of what to do with him - a dilemma which grew more urgent with every passing day.
If Thomas Shelby had learned anything in recent years, it was that he couldn’t run from the consequences of his actions. That had never felt truer than now, as he struggled to decide whether his prisoner should live or die - something which he’d never thought would require a second thought, but which now seemed an impossible impasse. The longer he kept Holford alive, the more pitiable Holford became in his eyes, and the harder it became to stomach killing him. No matter the awful things he’d done, he was still a person who was suffering, and Tommy was the direct cause of that suffering.
“I should’ve got it over with,” Tommy muttered.
Back in the courtyard, he’d had his moment to pull the trigger, but he’d missed his chance. Now, pulling it wouldn’t be an act of vengeance, but of cruelty.
“Fuck.”
Rising heavily to his feet, he sighed, put his clothes back on, and trudged back to the wagon. Back to Holford and his ever-present aura of death.
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As he approached, he heard Holford dry-heaving inside. Great. What now? He entered to find Holford lying on the bunk, propped up on one elbow, his head hanging over the edge. He was groaning with discomfort.
“What’s the matter?” Tommy demanded.
“I don’t - I don’t feel - ” Holford was taking deep breaths to quell his nausea. His fingers curled in the blanket, drawing it closer for comfort.
“Tell me the matter.”
“It - it hurts. Here.” With a shaking hand, Holford indicated his stomach, hidden behind his white shirt. “It’s s-swollen up. I think he tore s-something.”
Shit, Tommy thought. The last thing he needed was for Holford to have internal bleeding. He would have no choice but to either take him to a hospital or watch him slowly die, unable to help. For fuck’s sake, Arthur.
It occurred to him that Holford might be faking it - he’d shown no sign of severe pain until now - but Tommy knew that a damaged spleen didn’t always rupture immediately. It could take hours, days, or even weeks for the injured tissue to finally split. Holford’s claim was plausible.
The doctor retched again.
“Alright, let me take a look. Sit up. Come on, sit up.”
Tommy helped him upright. As he did so, he saw that Holford had dropped his book on the floor, where it was in danger of being trodden underfoot. Instinctively, he bent down to pick it up.
Without warning, a solid blow landed on the side of his skull. Holford had struck him with a hard object. As Tommy stumbled to the side, he glimpsed something - a noose, a ligament - flash through the air as it descended over its head. He didn’t have time to take a breath before it jerked tight around his neck, and he was tackled to the floorboards with Holford’s full weight on top of him, the cap falling from his head.
The struggle was violent but short. Both of Tommy’s hands went instantly to his neck, trying to squeeze his fingertips in between the cord and his throat. He recognised it as one of the tasselled cords that held back the curtains. He twisted his body around, elbows slamming into Holford’s ribs and stomach, trying to dislodge him. Trying to suck in air. But Holford was stronger than expected, and had taken him by surprise. Holford retaliated clumsily, his inexperienced fist thumping against Tommy’s head and shoulders.
Wrestling with the curtain-cord, Tommy was able to gain a little space around his windpipe, and managed to snatch a half-breath. But it wasn’t enough. He was losing control - his body had begun to move of its own accord, limbs jerking, lungs straining for oxygen. Keeping his left hand on the cord, he reached with his right hand for the pistol holstered under his coat, but couldn’t reach it.
Holford strangled him inexorably. Black and white spots were exploding across his vision, darkness creeping in at the edges. And then - and then…
Chapter 6: Gone
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crowning-art · 2 years ago
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TGCF SPOILERS (Book 3)
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Without further ado, thoughts on chapters 153-157!!!
Sjjsjdjdjf, the three tumors give me the same vibes as those super popular, but very problematic cliques you see in schools, lol
Speaking of three tumors I STILL MISS SHI WUDU JEISJDJDJDJ Every day I live in a fantasy that someone, somehow, magically got the powers to resurrect him and he's alive in a dungeon somewhere (gotta make it a little realistic, yknow? *she says in utter denial*)
SHUT UP! THIS LINE SENT SHIVERS DOWN MY SPINE OH MY GOD
“Very well! You said I couldn’t reach that high. Then, might I ask you: had the prominence of the Palace of Jing Wen at its peak ever reached even the knees of my Palace of Ling Wen??”
So hopefully, I'm remembering things right about events in Xuli: pei ming was a general there, his people wanted him to rebel and become king, he refused, Ling wen was from the same place who sold shoes and tricked a man into killing himself (brocade story), also wrote multiple beautiful lit pieces and thus ascended. I don't think we've been told yet how Xuli truly fell, but I'll do a refresh read tomm just in case!
Also the Jing Wen and Ling Wen story was just sooo utterly fascinating to me, because it centers around a person whose insecurities acc had a much greater repercussion than he realized. See, had he not made her ascend, she wouldn't have played such a major role in hurting so many people after her ascension (refer to brocade robe incident) and all of this was done for what? To satisfy his inferiority complex. It's kinda crazy to see how everything plays out in the long run, yknow?
WAIT WHAT????? I did not see this coming dudhjdjxkdk THIS DUDE WAS A STONE STATUE TALKING???
However, the one who was questioning Xie Lian wasn’t actually a “man”, but an extremely coarsely-made stone statue of a man, its body bare but wrapped with cloth; somehow bizarre and at the same time silly.
Stop I was laughing at the chaotic-ness of this whole scene lmaooo, especially this part
It’s alright if you won’t chop yours off, I’ll chop off his!”
He was referring to Pei Ming. Pei Ming was dumbfounded.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!”
Also
YO THE ABSOLUTE IMAGERY HERE OH MY GOD IM SCREAMING ITS SO BEAUTIFUL T-T
The bloody rain that had enveloped the sky had transformed into a fluttering shower of flower petals!
There was no need to even guess who had come. Xie Lian curled his fingers and clenched his hand, clutching that flower petal as the name blurted from his lips.
“San Lang!”
Blossoms fell like dripping blood; blood danced like petals in the wind. That face was as spirited and handsome as the first time they met, his eye bright and alive. He languidly sheathed that long and slender silver scimitar back into its scabbard, and spoke with a deep voice.
“Your Highness, I’ve come back.”
The next time I face the most minor of inconvenience such as phone battery low or smt, I'm using this line by pei ming lmaoo
“Where there is abnormality, there is evil; everyone be careful.”
Ok I HAVE A NEW THEORY (or acc it's me reiterating EXACTLY what I said last time lmao)
So if you look back at one of the chapters at the end of book 1, specifically the part when Goushi is discussing a dream with Xie Lian, he talks about being dragged down from ascension, the crown prince wearing only white clothes, and a kingdom falling into ruin....SOunD fAmIliAR???
The contents of the mural in this divine temple were completely different from the previous one.
They started studying it from the highest level, the top of the painting. A white-clad young man sat poised upon a jaded futon, his brows quietly handsome. It was that Crown Prince of Wuyong. His eyes were tightly shut, and judging from his posture, he seemed to be in deep reflective meditation. However, it wasn’t tranquil.
Like, HES EVEN MEDITATING THE WAY XIE LIAN DID WHEN HE WAS TRYING TO USE A STATUE TO HOLD THE XIANLE PALACE UP AND there's more, but the whole scene just SCREAMS parallels to Xianle (I also scream the same thing lmao) LIKE HOW ELSE CAN THIS BE EXPLAINED??? SOMEONE RELIVED THE WHOLE THING BEFORE?? UNLESS IT'S JUN WU??? GOD, I CAN'T LET JUN WU GO THIS DUDE IS INVOLVED IN SMT, BUT I DONT KNOW WHAT
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Hua Cheng is 100 percent aware he is in a book, and that book is a ROMANCE book, while everyone else is out there living out the horror genre in every way conceivable lmaoooo
Even though it wasn’t the right time, Xie Lian still felt his heart skip a beat in spite of himself.
“Are you tired holding this up? How about I hold the umbrella for you…”
The others were fleeing and dodging, running madly; seeing how the two were having a good time, they couldn’t stand it, and couldn’t help but call out.
“Hey! Isn’t that unfair?!”
“Hua Chengzhu, may I ask if you have any spare umbrellas??
NO I ACC FORGOT YIN YU EXISTED AND PANICKED WHEN THE EARTH MASTER SHOVEL SHOWED UP CUZ I WAS LIKE WIND MASTER MY BELOVED??? ARE YOU OK??????
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Aaaaaand the roasting session continues! On today's menu: roasted Yin Yu!!
Even if one was to stare at his face for two hours, after a good night’s sleep, his appearance would be completely forgotten the next day, so no doubt this was a molded fake face?
“…”
However, a moment later, that black-clad youth said, “I’m sorry, Your Highness, but, I…I really do look like this.”
Yikes cuz imagine being called plain faced and forgettable in front of your colleagues :/
HOW DO U EXPLAIN THAT U GAVE YOUR DEAREST A CURSED ROBE THAT WOULD MAKE THEM KILL THEMSELVES THO??
He’d always felt there was a misunderstanding between you in regards to the Brocade Immortal affair and wanted to hear your side of the story, so he could explain it to others. Yet, there was never any sign of you, nor any communication.”
Ok but low key that's kinda precious, like Qi Ying gaves me major dog vibes, constantly trying to return to owner kinda thing, yknow?
Loved loved loved how casual everyone was about this
“Everyone, a question. Have we dug into a mass grave?”
Pei Ming also pulled out a femur, sighing.
“Probably. Look at the structure of this bone. It must’ve belonged to an exquisitely beautiful woman with long, slender legs. To have her bones buried here, what a real shame.”
“Very unfortunate indeed,” Hua Cheng said. “The legs are long, that’s for sure, but that’s the bone of a man.
ALSO AAHHHHH BUT I LITERALLY STOPPED AT THE PART WHERE EVERYONE DISAPPEARS IN THE CAVE AND IM LIKE NOOO WAIT WHATS HAPPENING SJDJJDJFJF
“No,” Hua Cheng said. “But it’s precisely because there’s nothing that it’s worrisome.”
BRO IF HUA CHENG IS WORRIED, I THINK THERE IS A CAUSE FOR CONCERN HERE
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neo91502 · 12 days ago
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DUDEE OHBYM GOD JOSKOABDBDN I KNOE YOU ALREAXY HEARD MY REACTION IN VC TO THE WHOLE NEO MEME AND THE ICON (teehee my pfp 💥💥) (so bad i started choking and made the meaning of throwing up positively to art literal.... i get a little silly!!)
IM STILL AJQIOAJDJF OHNYM GOF IM NOT KIDDING I KEPT GOING BACK TO STARE AT THE ART TODAY.... AND YESTERDAY TOO....
i KNOW we had a whole sentimental hour of the bday party vc.... but like. GENUINELY I never thought once that I'd be even being silly little guys with each other, making little doodles in vc, jokes, watching videos like isaacwhy and epic and PIKMIN !!! togethwr at all... like oh em gee....💥💥
i'll be so real about the smg4 au thibg... i so needed it OUT. like its been in my head for so LONG . when i first listened to epic, it was right as the thunder saga came out and so i was gonna listen to it beforehand, but then waited foe the saga to come out before so ... and now anytime i listne to epic, i CANT stop thinkign about smg4 epic au..... then i knew YOU loved epic when i made that doodle of tsb while waiting for wisdom saga to come out.... IM NOT JOKONG WHEN I SAY THIS... I IMMEDITELY WENT TO ONE OF MY FRIENDS' DMS AND WENT "HOLY SHIT TOMM LIKES EPIC THE MUSICAL TOO" IN A POSITIVE WAY LIKE ?!?!? WE GEBUINELY HAVE LIKE. A GOOD AMOINT OF SHARED INTERESTS LIKE HELLO ??? OH YM GODF
NO LIKE THE ISAACWHY PART TOO.... I KEEP MAKING JOKES LIKE "penis! WHO SAID THAT ??" TO ONE OF MG IRL FRIENDS AND I HAD TO TELL THEM IT WASNT A REFERENXE THAT THWY THOUGJT IT WAS, BUT RATHER AN ISAACWHY REFERENCE 💔💔 (more like. grunk. BUT ITS FROM ISAACWHY LTLVC IF I REMMEBER RIGHT.... augh i NEED to rewatxh all of them again💔)
ALSO WHEN I FOUND OUT YOU HAD A FURSONA I WAS LIKE "OMGGGG TOMM HAS A SILLY GUY!!!" also.... I aboslitley LOVE the design on him... like the seasonal changes and with different traits??? like the ANTLERS ???? I LOVE IT SO MUCB.... yes he was Maybe a little bit hard to color since i got very used to colorijg more simpler things... BUT IT WAS STILL GWNUINELY SO MUCB FUN TK DRAW HIM!!! still giggle at you saying how you looked away for some bit to come back to him as basically a fullbody teehee... whoops! hand slipped ! /silly
also i think out of the both of us, i definitely embarrassed myself more..... augh i cant BELIEVE i fell ASLEEP ON VC with you 3 TIMES !!!! i remember yapping to radiant one time i think and he said how you were one of the nicest people he ever met (i hope im remembering this rigjt 💔💔 ALSO YES IM CALLING YOU OUT !!!! /silly) AND I GOT LIKE. SO GIDDY!!! I WAS LIKE "holy shit. that wasnt a lie, tomm is genuinely one of the most nicest and sweetest people ive ever met" LATER ON... LIKE AFTER I TALKED WITH YOU MORE..... again, i think you were partly why i unmuted in tsb vc 💥💥 i think when i heard your voice for the first time and more people left vc, i got the courage to ACTUALLY UNMUTE in the VC !!! like one of the first times and i think lore was there too, or at least one of the first times i unmuted in vc lore was there..m it was 2 months ago my memory is shit 💔 BUT!!! i know was more quiet at first (and had to be quiet sometimes😰 staying up late💥) and you were for sure one of the main reasons why i unmuted and started socializing more with the server and became more active!!!
i also LOVE yapping.... you can't blame me for that, i gotta get it out!!! the typer joke is still something i bring up when we vc together at times bevause i remember i think you or radiant or just. SOMEONE !! was saying how i sounded so devastated about being called a typer 😭 i had to refrain from.letting out giggles because it was probably like 1 am or something...
i still can't bwlieve the reason i found you in the first place was from the lipbite comic (looking at you...) and how i became a massive fan, hoping for that discord server and then so much joy and whimsy when i saw it was happning AND becominf real, to vcing mutwd and confidently unmuted, to friends with YOU!!!! silly cartoon burger man will never be able to get out of my head, rot so bad 💔
I do want to just say... I'm just genuinely so glad to even be able to be my silly self on vc (I do apologise for screaming sometimes when i play pressure with nova 😭😭 i couldnt keep.in the silliness sometimes) and being able to just talk to you so often on vc!!!
looking at you.... we NEED to watch some of my favorite videos for pikmin... it may NOT be lore, but it's silly randomizers that i think are funny to watch!!! lalalala teehee 💥💥
also that birthday might've been the best if not one of the TOP best birthdays ive ever had... looking at you for being absent for 40 mins... smh!!! /silly
okay... nova i SEE YOU. I KNOW YOU'LL BE READING THIS (probably) TOO!!! im so tirwd rn from eveeything that happened toxay, but im.trucking through it!!!
dude im.genuienly so glad we vc so often, play pressure, so.much .... like !??! THE ROT !!!! you definitely were there when i was in vcs muted still and to unmuted, i just have shitty mwmory and barely remember those vcs 😭😭... i remmeber talking so quietly when i was unmuted but you were definitely another factor in mt being unmuted !!! like genuinely, we'd just yap and yap and listen and listwn!!!
i so want to yap more but ughhnakkak..... i DO want to say, im genuienly so joyous that we got to talk and connect the way that we did and how we send each other silly little gifs and make references and freak out over key words (positibely) for the rot of hyperfixations !!! :D
teehee... ive successfully made two people have epic the musical rot, you AND one of my irl friwnds teehee!!!
im.also genuienly so glad that you freely express YOURSELF in front of me in vcs!!! :D
okay enough yalling now..... i think ive tried typing all of this in an hour and this is so bad it drained me more 😰😰 BUT IT WAS SO WORTH IT....
ONE LAST THING!!! THANK YOU TO EVERYONE!!!! I know some people might not even read all the way down here... BUT THANK YOU EVERYONE WHO WISHED ME A HAPOY BIRTHDAY AND EVERYONE WHO MADE ME SILLY.LITTLE ART!!! I WILL FOREVER CHERISH IT AND BE EVER SO GLAD TO HAVR EVEN BEEN IN SUCH A CARING AND KIND AND GWNUINELY WELCOMIGN COMMUNITY!!! I never thought smg4 tumblr would be genuinely this kind and seeing everyone connect and seeing everyones art is absolutely a joy to wake up to every day at every hour and all!!! :D once again, THANK YOU!!! it's only been a little over 6 months of this, but I've loved it all and will forever cherish it��💙💙
HAPPY BIRTHDAY NEO !!!!
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all what blud is pondering + yapping bout smh @neo91502 🍔💛
credits to nxva on the tsmg4 fanart LMAO
this is my bday gift to the blue canine with wings nothing crazy underneath nooooo nope nope nopity nope :) shhhh
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and now for my essay speech bc that's becoming my trademark now other than being comic ceo of smg34 apparently LMAO
neo, you already got my lil emotional yap thru dms bout ur "loyal lettuce" role, but ong i'm boutta give another sappy essay for you to use ur big pikmin brain to read: once again, thank you, for wanting to talk to me, hang out with me, and just yap about shared interests. it takes a lot for me to open my shell due to past experiences with folks its hard to even open myself to making friends at times,,, yet never did i expect anyone to know or like EPIC: the musical as much as i did nor even WANT to go forth the idea of a smg4 au for fun. i'll admit i was very nervous being invited to the private dms to yap bout it and a part of me from bad habits wanted to run away, but your understanding and providing ways to help so i didn't feel excluded made me feel so relieved and welcomed. as i already told you, it's been a VERY long time i got to really yap my love for musicals in this way in depth and getting to know even more folks from that outburst {lookin at you knightmare and lore 💛} has genuinely made me so much happy. i love musicals in a very deep level and finally getting that opportunity to talk to others just has been the greatest ever /gen /srs.
other than musicals, FINALLY i have met someone who loves isaacwhy too hELLO????? like i've gotten very few people irl to show them clips but none have either really stuck into watching or liking them as much as me. so getting that opportunity to watch LTLVC with you and nova was SO FUN {despite my stream quality was laggy and slow} i enjoyed it so much and finally i can reference the jokes so much BC GOD I USED TO DO THEM SM IRL U HAVE NO IDEA HAHAHAHHAHAH TYUFGHEDCSXYUIGJHEFDC
another big factor was just being so surprised and shock you had a fursona!!! neo!!!! it just made me so happy GENUINELY bringing me back to my furry home adobe and knowing the fact i could draw other's fursonas and even my own and being welcomed about that idea just made me explode /pos. even more when i got to watch you DRAW TOMMY.... like at that point i finally got over my fear and confidently pressed that follow.
you are such an awesome guy neo. you're really fun to yap with and never once had i had any second doubts other than being afraid i would embarrass myself ITYGJHFCDSX i still remember almost vividly the first time we aCTUALLY talked when i was doing thumbnail sketches of my final comic assignment, with the "typer" joke YOU CHOCKED FROM LAUGHTER HAHAHAY89IUTGYFUEHJDSX TO THE NEXT DAY ANDER AND I TALKED BOUT IT AGAIN HAHAHAHA still one of my fav vc's ever. thank you so much for being a fan, joining my server, and joining vc to us being friends. you mean so much to me, thank you for being your silly self, i srsly look forward to yapping to you every day.
and good gOD i will continue that binge on getting into the pikmin lore TRUST..... 💛🍔
BTW, THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO ATTENDED NEO'S BIRTHDAY PARTY EVENT IN THE TSB SERVER !!!! whether it was just for a bit or the whole event, THANK YOU. /gen
i don't plan on doing much birthday vc events unfortunately, but i def wanted to do one {and using neo as a guinea pig once again} since this silly man had impacted me so much i wanted to give him the best bday he could have. even if it got really chaotic several times YOU GUYS ARE CRAZY OH MY FUKIN GOD HAHAHHAHAA and no im not sorry for being absent the first 40 mins my stephen king fixiation is a priority /j
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voasprofile · 2 years ago
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replaced au but you are the one replacing/songfic
this one's a little shitty as I rushed it and it's late I have school tomm maybe some grammar/spelling mistakes. have a good day everyone
replaced au pt 2
you got sent to another world by a mirror talking about a mission to save whomever
so you expected crazy things to happen once you were fully settled in
but not like this
yuu, yes that is her real name. was such a bitch
not anything petty like rumors, or hair pulling, not even tripping,
she hurts you physically, and you kept quiet about it. cause who'll ever believe the new-comer over the person who'd save them from their overblots?
so as the injuries got worse and worse, you could no longer treat it by yourself
so you went to the clinic to hopefully treat yourself without anyone knowing
flinching as you disinfect scars that looked like scratch marks. you sighed, as you haven't even applied cold compress to the bruises
you sluggishly walk to the mini fridge containing ice packs and kneeled
you hissed as one of the bigger bruise was on your knee, and no it doesn't look like you just 'tripped and fell' so you just hid it
you finally broke down. yes life back on earth wasn't easy, but at least there you wouldn't have these constant injuries
plus you were running out of excuses to tell everyone
you just wanted to be left alone. not wanting anyone to see you at your weakest
unfortunately, you went inside the lion's den
rustling of curtain dividers can be perceived as a scary noise. especially in this situation
so you hurriedly wiped away tears but wasn't fast enough
as leona saw and well heard
and you know that lion's are very territorial
"oi what are you crying about, you're ruining my nap" he said yawning
"nothing" you said turning around so you could preserve your last bit of pride
"i smell blood, don't lie" he said coming towards you
"no you don't, go away" making your figure as small as possible
you didn't hear anything for a while, so you assumed it was safe
standing up you fixed your hair and wiped what's left of your tears
you turned around only to be cornered by leona
"i smell blood on you" he said right in your face
he quickly reached for your arm, and there lies scars. old ones that already healed, and new one's that looked like scratch marks
"who did this" he was enraged yet didn't show it. who dares prey on his prey
 you winced, as he was pressing his fingers on your injuries
"i- no one" you paused thinking of a reason "i was just clumsy"
he thought for a second, but lets go the next
so you quickly went back to your not so rundown anymore dorm 
and waited for time to pass to head for class
leona was suspicious, of course as would anybody be in that situation
he became cautious of everyone around you
he was about to give up, until he realized
you were skirmish around yuu
and you weren't like that with literally anybody else
your eyes averting, thumbs fidgeting, body can't stand still
you were normal with him, with floyd, heck even with malleus
but why yuu?
he became suspicious with yuu
I mean it makes sense
he hadn't seen anyone bully or mistreat you anywhere
in fact you're very well liked
no one messes with  you in campus
but what about off?
what if yuu does that in ramshackle?
he was disgusted with yuu
you two are under the same circumstances, so why do that?
was she jealous?
of course she was
humans are greedy
and yuu was a human
you know rumors, they spread like wildfire
leona tells ruggie to keep an eye on yuu
ruggie passes the chore over to jack
jack caves and tells deuce during track
deuce tells ace
ace tells epel, ortho, and sebek
ortho tells idia
epel tells vil
rook overhears
sebek dumps what's on his mind to lilia and silver
they doubt it. but with the evidence and everybody saying it, they got unsure
malleus overhears
azul overhears from a mob and other cast
jade was with him
jade tells floyd
and everyone tells everyone
so from perfect little prefect to major bully in less than a week
yuu got angry looks, and wonders why
she confronts the distant first years, and gets shocked
yuu was angry, of course she was
where had they learned of this?
why would  they believe this?
where are you?
yuu storms off to in search for you
you were at the cafeteria eating, as it was lunch
but you're peace was disturbed by loud stomping and doors opening
you looked up, it was yuu
yuu quickly went to you, grabbing your arm forcing you to stand up
you wince as she presses on your scar
"why are you lying? huh. why are you spreading fake rumors about me? answer me!" she said right in your face
you were tearing up from fear and anger
but you didn't have to answer to her aggressiveness
as leona pulls her away and ace and deuce blocks her
"what's your problem yuu? why are you harassing them!" ace yelled at her
"bu-but it was them who- I didn't do anything" yuu shouted
"don't lie, I saw what you did to her" leona scoffed at her terrible excuse
everywhere yuu looked everyone's eyes are filled with scorn, disbelief, disgust and anger
she looked at riddle whom she saved the life of
he looked away
leona wasn't an option
azul wasn't bothering to look at her
jamil was comforting kalim
vil looked at her  up and down before glaring and looked away
idia wasn't there
the first years hate her
and malleus, oh malleus looked betrayed. he sadly looks at her before turning away with lillia, silver and sebek. the last two glaring at her for making their master sad
"guys.. I didn't do anything" she whispered
but no one listened
you wiped the tears and covered your face, embarrassed of crying in public others presumed
but in reality it's to cover your forming smirk
everyone is dumb
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look-at-the-soul · 2 years ago
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This Gif for your celebration please ! I am a sucker for desperate Tommy !! 🥵
Thank you soooo much for sending this gif! I haven’t seen it before ♥️
I love a desperate Tommy as well 😍
Just one kiss
Tommy Shelby x Lady (Y/N) reader
During the whole dinner you could feel Tommy Shelby’s gaze, he kept trying to get close, but someone was always in the way.
“I guess it’s finally my turn.” He offered you a drink. “You were so busy that I thought you’d reject me.”
“That doesn’t make sense at all.”
“Why would you talk to a bookmaker like me then?”
You looked at him rolling your eyes at his comment. “And that makes you untalkable?”
“No, that makes you unreachable.”
Tilting your head to the side, you let a small smile appear in your lips. “I wouldn’t say that. Here we’re… talking.”
“Fate works a funny way you know… here we have a bookmaker talking to a Lady.”
“Do you prefer the Grand Duchess instead?” Tommy was about to speak, but you interrupted him. “She might be a Duchess, but eventually they will take her title back.”
Tommy finished his drink and as the waitress was about to pour him some more, he took the bottle instead.
“How is it possible that Tatiana is crazy and you are…”
“Careful with your next words Mr. Shelby.”
“I was just going to say deadly beautiful and smart.”
Chuckling you caught him looking at you intensely.
“That’s because it comes from the other side of the family.” You saw her disappear in one of the rooms with two girls, she was so drunk and even high that she said out loud that she wasn’t interested in Tommy anymore.
“That’s explains it all.” Despite having women half naked in front of him, giving blowjobs to men, his gaze seemed to be fixed just in your features.
One of his arms casually rested behind your neck, on top of the couch you were sitting, his fingers brushing your skin.
“Why did you ask my cousin to invite me, Mr. Shelby?” You saw him playing with the glass of whiskey hanging from his other hand.
“I wanted to see you again, Y/N.” He seemed to forget about the formalities of the title. “Please, call me Tommy.”
His deep blue eyes studied your face, as if he was trying to memorize every blink, every little freckle. And when you smiled, he licked his lips. Slowly, ever so slowly, he leaned in, his eyes still on your lips.
“And organizing this crazy party seemed like a good idea to get close to me?” You managed to ask in a whisper, then you looked around the room.
“No, that was so I could get rid of your cousin.” He admitted trying to sit closer to you.
He offered you a cigarette, but you politely declined it and announced you had to leave. But his strong hand stopped you.
“What do I have to do so you can look at me, ey?”
He was now dangerously close.
“I need to go now, Tommy.” If you didn’t stop now, you would let him do whatever he wanted. He finished his drink and left the glass making a noise.
“We can go to… to the garden instead.” His eyes followed your every move as you found your shawl to cover your back.
“Perhaps another day.” The way he was looking at you made you so nervous, he wasn’t a man of compromise, you knew that. “Hope you continue to enjoy the party.”
“Wait…” He seemed to really think about it. “I can bet you that if I kiss you, you won’t leave… just one kiss.” He spoke so sure of himself.
Nervous, you looked around, he was so serious.
“Look, the last time Tatiana made a party like this, I ended up hurt with a broken glass.”
Tommy’s hands moved from your shoulders to your wrists and up again.
As the party started to get wild, you decided it was time to leave for good.
“I’ll protect you.” His fingers moved your chin up and one more time, his deep gaze made you shiver.
This man was dangerous, and not only because of the nature of his business, but also for the things he was making you feel.
“Stay with me.” He begged. You took a step back. “I know you don’t want to go.” He took a step forward.
“Look it’s been fun and all, but you’re drunk, you won’t even remember me in the morning.”
Tommy shook his head.
“I could never forget a beautiful face like yours, Princess.” He was now inches away from your face, you could smell his cologne and the alcohol mixed with tobacco in him.
“I’m a Lady…”
“I could make you Queen of Small Heath.” He promised.
For every step you took back, he took one longer forward. Your hands tried to stop him by touching the neck of his shirt, the top button was undone, but his intense eyes wouldn’t let you go.
“I reaaallly have to leave.” You smiled at him.
“No, no.” He mumbled nibbling gently at your neck. “Don’t leave me with these crazies.” His hand on your hip. “Please…”
The way he looked at you like a lost puppy, willing to do anything to be close to you.
His lips were toying with the mere idea of yours… not fully kissing, just brushing against each other.
“Tommy…”
His strong hand came around your waist, keeping you still in the middle of your back followed by the other, holding the half full bottle.
You finally gave in and your fingers caressed his chin, the space between your bodies was limited.
“I knew you didn’t want to go.” He announced right before his lips finally captured yours and in that very moment you lost all control with just one kiss.
“You’re locked now.” His eyelashes tickled the skin of your face as his lips kept playing games now at your jawline.
He pushed the door with his foot and spun you around so you were now trapped between the closed door and his strong body.
“I think you said it was just one kiss.” You whispered against his lips.
“Yeah, followed by another, and another.”
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spidernerdsblog · 4 years ago
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Hey can I request for a REALLY dirty smut with tom involving innocence kink and exhibitionism (public sex)?
Hope you like this...
Pairing : Frat! Tom Holland x Reader
Warnings : 18+, SMUT, mature content, language, library sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)
Stress relief
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T : where are you?
Y : library
T : miss you<3
Y : will be studying late
T : :( :(
Y : sorry babe :/
You shake your head, smiling at the screen of your phone before focusing back on the textbook in front of you. Your exams were starting from the next week and you had been working hard since the last week staying up late at the library making notes and completely ignoring your boyfriend. The library was almost empty at this time except for a few nerds like you sitting and studying hard. 
After sometime you stood up from your desk and made your way to the bookshelves. You walked along the towering bookshelves looking for the book you needed humming a soft tune to yourself contentedly. You kinda liked it here the silence was so peaceful mixed with the musty smell of old books. These huge bookshelves stacked with books were the gates of heaven for a nerd like you, you found your solace here. You stopped at the history section and scanned the books. 
Your hand reached out to the book you were looking for when you felt a pair of hands creep around your waist. You jumped out of fright as the book fell from your hand with a soft thud. You were about to shriek but a firm hand came up to your mouth.
“Ssh ssh, darling. It’s just me” Tom hushed you. You turned around your heart still racing to find Tom.
“Jeez! What are you doing here?” You whisper yelled.
“I came looking for you” he states in a hushed tone
“Why?” 
“I was missing you so much”
“But I texted you a few minutes ago that I’ll be studying late”
“Did you?” he mused “must have it slipped my mind” He shrugged with a lopsided grin.
“I have to study for the exams Tom”
“But babe I missed you this whole week” he pouted with puppy eyes placing a hand above your head on the bookshelf slightly leaning over you. You tilted your head to the side and studied his face, his brown eyes lingering up and down your face with a glint of mischief in them as he placed another hand on the shelf by the side of your head. You were suddenly very aware of the position you were in. 
He had you pressed against the bookshelf, his body towering over you trapping you between him and the bookshelf. Tom slid a hand down the bookshelf stopping beside your hips as he placed a knee between your legs keeping them apart. You swallowed dryly as his warm breath fanned your face.
You wanted to push him off but was frozen under his piercing gaze as you observed his features under the dim light of the room, god he looked so handsome in just a simple hoodie and jeans, a loose curl falling over his forehead as you gazed deep into his hazel brown eyes. 
“Y/N” Tom whispered, breaking you out of your trance. His gaze dropped to your parted lips as he inched closer. Your breath hitched when you felt his warm breath fanning your face.
“Tom” your voice quavered as felt heat pool between your legs. Tom noticed the hesitation in your eyes as he knelt down to your ear brushing his lips 
“C’mon love, you have been studying really hard you need to relax” he mumbled against your sensitive skin as you shuddered gasping between ragged breaths. Tom knew he had you wrapped around his fingers since the day he laid eyes on you at the frat party. You were standing at a corner dressed in a sweatshirt and skirt just like today looking so sweet and innocent. He was instantly drawn towards you. He feels really happy that he was the one to take your virginity.  But the thing that awed him the most was how shy and inexperienced you were and it just filled his mind with all the filthy things he could do to you. From then on he found immense pleasure in corrupting you slowly and slowly.
Tom nuzzled his nose in the crook of your neck as he inhaled the sweet scent of your body mist. You let out a soft moan when he placed open mouthed kisses on the column of your neck, sucking marks all over your skin when you felt his prominent bulge brush against the inside of your thigh. You were thankful that this side of the library is mostly deserted so nobody will know what you both are up to.
Tom snaked his hand under your sweatshirt and pulled down your bra to squeeze your breasts. Light whimpers escaped your lips as your hand went to his head threading with his soft brown curls. Your judgement was clouded by lust but a voice at the back of your mind kept on reminding you that this is wrong. You shouldn’t be doing it in the library. Anybody can walk in on you.
“Tomm..” your voice came out more like a moan as Tom continued to nibble on your skin. “Tom we can’t do this.. Not here” you squirmed though you didn’t want him to stop either.
Tom lifted his face from your neck and looked at you with lust blown eyes “Ssh babygirl” he shushes you placing a finger on your lips “you think a lot, you know. Stop stressing that little brain of yours and feel” he whispers with a husky tone. 
And that was it for you to shut the voice inside your head. Fuck resolve.
You pulled him towards you by the collar of his hoodie crashing your lips to his as you felt him smirk against your lips. He pried your mouth open with his tongue sliding inside exploring your mouth. His hand moved down to your legs and slid up your skirt to feel your clothed heat soaked with arousal.
“Shit so wet already” he said grinning and pushed aside your panties sliding in two long digits between your slick folds. Your hips bucked against his hand when he pressed a thumb on your clit rubbing slow circles as his fingers pumped in and out of you at a steady pace. You felt your orgasm slowly building up when Tom pulled out his fingers all of a sudden. You let out a whine in protest as he grinned at you wickedly bringing the two fingers coated with your arousal to his mouth and sucked them clean.
“So sweet” he hums as you grind your crotch against his erection “look at you acting like a needy slut now when a while ago you were the one stopping me” he chuckles
“Tom please…” you whine biting your lips which turns him on even more.
“What is it princess? What do you want?” he croons.
“Need you, your cock inside me please” it came as a desperate plea from you.
“How can I say no to my princess? Turn around babe” he instructed as you turned around and gripped on the bookshelf arching your back and perched your ass for him. He flipped your skirt and pulled down your lace panties at one go.
He then went to unbutton his jeans and pulled down his boxers enough to free his throbbing member. He grabs his cock and gives himself a few pumps before rubbing it through your wet folds lining himself to your entrance. He pushes inside slowly as you bite down a moan. A long groan escaped from his own lips feeling your tight walls around him. 
“Shit so tight!” he grunts, sheathing himself inside you completely. He waited for a few seconds to let you adjust and then he pulled back slamming right back in again. He picked up his pace pounding into you deep as you tried your best to suppress your moans. His hands gripping on your hips pulling you back to match with his thrusts stretching you out deliciously. Your legs were trembling with the force he was drilling himself inside you. If he wasn’t holding you tight, your legs would have given out by now.
With one particular thrust Tom pushed himself deeper hitting your sweet spot as a loud moan threatened to fall out from your mouth but before it could happen he pulled you back by your neck, your back pressed against his chest as he captured your lips messily muffling your noises.
“You gotta maintain silence, love it's a library” he chuckles against your mouth “Don’t want to get caught do you?” you shook your head in a frantic no as he rams inside you with an unfaltering pace.
“God you got even more wet, does the thought of getting caught by someone turn you on baby?” he taunts as you feel your face turn red in embarrassment “Imagine if somebody walks in right now, imagine the look on their face as they see me fuck this needy cunt of yours” he whispers in your ears as you clench around him at the thought.
“Oh squeezing me real tight, knew you were a pathetic whore behind this innocent face” he grunts, his calloused fingers finding your throbbing bud and rubbing harsh circles as your head falls back in pleasure feeling yourself tethering to the edge.
”but their bad luck no one gets to see what’s mine” he growls “this pussy belongs to me” he grits under his teeth thrusting inside you hitting your spot repeatedly as you feel the coil inside you tighten.
“Tom..please..” you whimpered eyes fluttering shut.
“What is it baby? You wanna cum?” he cooes
“Yes Tom please let me cum” you plead breathlessly.
“Go on darling, cum for me” he urges as your body convulses your orgasm washed over you in little waves. Your walls spasmed around him making him reach his own high as he spilled his warmth inside. You were totally drained out as Tom dropped his head at the crook of your neck panting, your legs felt like jelly as you held on the bookshelf for support. 
Suddenly you heard a screech, of someone pushing their chair back followed by footsteps approaching in your direction. Tom slid out of you and pulled back his jeans hastily. You fixed your top and skirt and looked for your panties on the floor frantically.
“You, looking for these?” Tom asks with a smug grin, your eyes darting to his hand waving your panties mid air.
“Tom give them back!” you went to snatch it from him but he moved his hand away.
“Ah ah not so easily” he chuckles.
“Tom I can’t go around like this” you argued already feeling his cum leaking out of you down your thighs.
“You know where’s my room right? Come and get it if you want them back” he shrugged nonchalantly as you looked at him stunned.
“Study hard!” mischief in his voice as he sent a wink your way while tucking your panties in his back pocket and left.
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lin-s0 · 3 years ago
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TOMMY SHELBY - IMAGINE
For your conscience
[TW: assault] ' [GIF © rightful owner]
An uneasy feeling of being watched crept in her bones as she stood at the front entrance of the Garrison. Only a few men were walking the streets, yet every single one of them had their hungry eyes pinned on her. Though the staring would have made any other woman and commonly also her more than uncomfortable, she managed to stand her ground. It wouldn't be the only time this day and probably the next few weeks, months, or even years when she worked for the Shelbys.
The rumbling sound of an engine came up to her right, causing her to come around from her thoughts.
Quickly, she walked over to the passenger seat of the car, where Thomas Shelby was nudging the door open for her.
As she climbed inside, she noticed that it was only him who was inspecting her take a seat.
"Is it only us going to the races?" She inquired as Tommy started the car.
"Something like that." Though his lips wouldn't give it away there was the tiniest of a smirk on his features.
It was something rare. Well, perhaps a smirk wasn't as rare as a genuine smile on Thomas Shelby's face.
She couldn't remember ever seeing a real smile from Thomas Shelby. The one she got to see that evening was just to make the guard believe he was a Belgian man.
He came off like a cold man. A man without empathy, tenderness, and affection. It often also looked like that to her. However, he tended to show a different side of himself when he was with her. She couldn't figure out yet, if it was for business, as the Belgian smile or if it was his true nature.
He had asked her to dance, after inspecting the dress she bought by his order.
It was a strange feeling dancing with him. Nevertheless, it felt like it was as effortless for him as everything else. He was a confident and precise dancer. His right hand placed flatly on her back, feeling like his hand could fill her entire upper body.
She could smell his cologne, along with the familiar scent of cigarettes, since he was the closest to her he had ever been.
His right hand held a safe grip on hers as he swung her around the room.
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And yet there was a smile appearing on his lips. She could hardly see it from the corner of her eye, still, it seemed like the clearest and most solid thing she had ever seen.
Furthermore, she noticed him regularly checking his surroundings, as well as his pocket watch.
Suddenly, he started moving her towards one of the exits.
"So I guessed right." She spoke as he opened the door, searching for somebody.
"About what?" He asked, his eyebrows narrowly frowned.
"We are not the only ones at the races." He watched her for a moment before his elder brother, Arthur Shelby, occurred at the door.
He placed three bags, filled with something clinking, which made her take another guess; money.
"Nice dress," Arthur commented and when she glimpsed at him she noticed the blood on his left cheek.
"You should be wearing this when coming to my pub." He continued, while Tommy seemed to ignore the conversation when handling the bags.
"If there wouldn't be so many greedy men." She shot back, only causing the oldest Shelby to grin.
Tommy had meanwhile taken hold of all the bags and started shoving her back into the room. He stopped at the bar.
"A whisky for the lady." He demanded the bartender, who immediately went to work, and focused back on her.
"Wait here." He demanded, leaving her sitting alone. The bartender handed her her drink, while she watched him walk towards one of the tables. Two men, which she recognized from a few days ago. It was Billy Kimber alongside his accountant. His security was standing behind him like a giant wall of muscles and the accurate suits all of them were wearing. Next to Kimber sat a woman. There was quite a distance between them, making her question if she was his wife or not.
Tommy had sat down at the table as well after placing the bags in front of Kimber's nose.
They were deepened in their conversation, Tommy as usually with a cigarette between his lips.
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Suddenly, Kimber stood up, and just now she realized, that his eyes were fixed on her. Be had the same greedy look, those men in the street of Watery Lane had earlier that day. The only difference was that the greediness only intensified when he finally stood in front of her.
"Mr. Shelby said I could have this dance." An arrogant smirk spread on his face. It made her body tense up and an uneasy feeling spread in her stomach. He had his hand reached out for her and waited patiently, looking her up and down.
She took it, pulling herself together.
He rapidly pulled her towards him, causing her to crash into his upper body. Next, he started twirling her around the room. Other than Thomas his hand was in her lower bag, occasionally pulling her in again.
Her head turned to the side, trying to get at least a bit of distance between him and herself. She made eye contact with Thomas who was watching them carefully from his seat at the table.
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He seemed tense, just like her even though he was the one comfortably sitting in the chair.
"You're a good dancer," Kimber mumbled into her ear. With another pull he had her break the eye contact. Suddenly he let go of her, his hands slipped from her body and their heads got to a fair distance again.
"If you'd excuse me." He slightly bowed, playing the gentleman he certainly didn't was.
He went back to the table, sitting next to Tommy when she got back to the bar again. With a quick move, she drowned the Whiskey, the bartender gave her. The liquid pierced her throat, which wasn't even a bit as uncomfortable as the dance with Kimber.
However, she didn't know that this wouldn't be her only encounter with him that night.
Opposite, she felt a burden fall from her shoulders when Thomas approached her again.
"Listen, we got invited for dinner at Kimber's. He has a place nearby." He looked away when speaking to her, something suspicious since he normally was one to hold eye contact. And she wasn't dumb. His lack of attention, was indicator enough for her to realize something was odd. He was lying.
"I'll have some business do to first, so just go with him already and I'll meet you there, alright?"
She tilted her head, waiting with her answer until he dared to look her in the face. He did, after a small sigh.
"You want me to go with him alone?" She asked, her tone neutral to not seem like she was scared. She was.
Tommy nodded faintly, causing her to huff in annoyance.
"It won't take long, I promise." He assured, keeping eye contact. He seemed much more confident in his role now.
"You think I'm stupid?" She inquired, her eyebrows raised and a severe sparkle in her eyes. Tommy just watched her, unknowing of what to answer. It was obvious to him that she was smart and more than capable of figuring out what was going on but something in him couldn't just tell her the truth and asked her straight forward to sleep with Kimber.
"I am part of your deal, aren't I?"
"Yes, if you're working for me you need to make sacrifices sometimes." His face got a bit closer to hers as her expression changed to confidence.
"Don't underestimate me, Thomas." She spat, turning away from him. He glanced at her from the side for a few seconds before grabbing her arm tightly.
"I know you're more than capable of defending yourself, [Y/N]." He spoke through gritted teeth.
"Good." She nodded. "I hope you know what you're doing. Not for your business but for your conscience." With that she turned on her heels, walking straight towards Kimber who greeted her with a raised hand for her to hold.
PART II
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flowercrown-bard · 3 years ago
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Short prompts:
flowercrown date,
geraskier moonlight dance,
a day in roaches thoughts
Teaching an instrument
Teaching embroidery
Teaching to handle a sword
More?
ahhh so many prompts!! thank you!! I'm gonna go with Moonlight Dance first ^^
There was a warning every child living near Oakwood Valley knew.
"Don't go out at night, or you'll disturb the Moonlit Dancer."
No one truly knew who the moonlit dancer was, but everyone agreed on two things: The Dancer must be dangerous. And he must be oh so lonely.
There was a nursery rhyme every child living near Oakwood Valley sang as they played.
"Round and round and round he dances,
run away, don't take no chances!
Over hills and rock and stone.
He's always dancing on his own.
Run, run, run away
or you'll be forced to dance and stay."
There was a story every child living near Oakwood Valley had been told. A cautionary tale, or perhaps an anecdote of someone who knew someone who had seen it happen.
"Young Tomm once tried to help the Moonlit Dancer. He sang for him to see if he could make him dance a different dance. But the Dancer only started weeping and in his eyes was so much pain and loneliness that Tomm couldn't help but offer to join him in dance so that he wouldn't be lonely anymore. They danced until his feet were full of blisters and his breath became shallow from exhaustion. It was only the dawn that saved him. For the light of the early morning revealed his face and soon as the Moonlit Dancer saw him, he released him, claiming he wasn't the right partner."
"Who is the right partner?" The children would ask without fail and every time they received the same reply.
"Nobody knows. But pray that it's not you."
There was a plea all children living near Oakwood Valley had gotten used to over the years.
"We need a witcher! Please, won't there be a witcher coming our way to help the wraith or free us from him?"
It was a plea that had gone unanswered for as long as anyone remembered.
There was a rumor every child living near Oakwood Valley whispered about, as it spread through the towns quick as a wildfire.
"Someone has come to save the dancer," they said. "There's a man who claims that he can release him!"
The children of Oakwood Valley could never be sure if the warnings, the rhymes, the tales or the pleas were based on anything real or if they were just things their parents told them. But this one thing, they knew for sure:
There was a man walking through Oakwood forest, the smile on his face bright and warm as the sun and the doublet he wore colourful as the dawn. There was birdsong on the man's lips as he waited for the sun to set.
The children living near Oakwood Valley had been warned against going out at night - a warning they heeded - but just this once, curiosity was stronger than their fear. They sneaked out and watched as the man with the smile like the sun turned towards the moon.
"I hear you've been waiting for me," he said towards the shadows surrounding him. "I'm here. Finally ready to claim the dance you promised me."
For a heartbeat nothing happened. Then a man stepped out of the shadows. His armour was black as the night and his hair silver as moonlight. And for once, he didn't dance. He stood frozen and simply stared at the man with the smile like sunlight, unmoving and silent
The man with the smile like sunlight extended his hand, a silent invitation.
"You came back." The voice of the Moonlit Dancer was rough from years of silence, yet it wasn't as cold as the children of Oakwood Valley would have expected.
Ever so slowly, the Moonlit Dancer moved, as if waking from a slumber. He placed his hand in the hand of the man with the smile like sunshine.
"There is no music," the Moonlit Dancer said. "There never is. Not the right one."
The eyes of the man with the smile like sunlight crinkled at the edges. He took a breath and began to sing.
"Round and round and round we'll dance,
stay with me, I'll take that chance.
To dance with you
Over hills and rock and stone.
For my heart no longer is my own.
Let's dance, dance, dance away
For I'm the one who will always stay."
And so they danced. Slowly at first, then spinning around faster and faster, until there was no longer the Moonlit Dancer and the man with the smile like sunshine. They became something new. A couple that was like the dawn, like a meeting of things that shouldn't fit and that created something beautiful nonetheless.
They danced through the night and for the first time since the warnings, the tales, the pleas had started, the dance didn't end at dawn. It ended when the sun was high up in the sky already and after a final twirl, the lips of the two men met in a desperate kiss.
The dance came to an end, the song faded away and as the two men pulled away, the children of Oakwood Valley could see that the man who had once been the Moonlit Dancer had eyes as golden as the sun and now, that he smiled for the first time in who knew how long, his face lit up light the sun as well.
"Let's go home," the man who was no longer the only man with a smile like sunlight said, taking the other man's hand. "You have danced for long enough. You have fulfilled your promise to dance with me."
"And you have fulfilled your promise to return to me."
"And I shall do so again."
"And so will I."
It was the last thing the children of Oakwood Valley ever heard the man who was no longer the Moonlit Dancer say.
Decades later, when the children of Oakwood Valley were no longer children, there was a legend they told their children and their children's children.
"There once was a Moonlit Dancer living in this valley, who was brought home by a man with a smile like sunlight."
"Where is their home?" The new children of Oakwood Valley would ask without fail.
And every time they would receive the same reply. "Everywhere. Maybe, one day, somewhere out there, you will see a man with armour black as the night and hair as silver as the moon. And he will travel with a man with birdsong on his lips and the colours of the dawn sewn into his doublet. And maybe, if you are lucky, you will get to see them dance together, while the sun shines up above."
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ayamturd · 4 years ago
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nothing│tommyinnit
summary: despite being decades apart, tommy and y/n are connect by a shared phone line; emotions stir and hope is cut. 
warnings: angst, nothing but angst imsorry
pairing: (requested) time!au (?) w/ tommy
a/n: please, huge credit and recognition to astr0nomika for her story “Flowers from 1970.” it’s so beautiful y’all, i recommend for all those that need a raw, heartbreaking story
as a side note, this is only an interpretation of the ending since i wouldn’t want to completely copy or follow astr0nomika’s original story
wc: (1.0k) - m.list
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“Hey you.”
You gripped the phone tightly, desperately trying to ground yourself once hearing it ring. It was silent on the other end, and while you tried to fill the void with a greeting, you could barely hear him breathe. 
Glancing around the room and letting out a shaky breath, you closed your eyes to how vulnerable you felt. It had been days since you last heard from him, yet even then, you still were at a loss for what words to say.
“It’s been a while since you called, I missed hearing your voice.”
There was an inhale, and then a sigh. You unconsciously leaned closer once knowing he was actually there, actually present in the moment with you despite being decades some time before. 
“Tommy?”
He cleared his throat before answering.
“Hey y/n, it’s been a bit, yeah.” You closed your eyes at the sound of his voice, while low and slightly muffled through the line, it brought a sense of calm over you. 
In spite of the calm, you picked up on his sad tone, almost as if he seemed regretful or lost when talking. You bit your lip with anticipation and furrowed brows in concern. 
“Why do you sound upset? What happened, are you okay?” Tommy briefly wheezed as you rushed out your words. He found your worry endearing and gave a shake of his head in how much you cared for him. Dropping his eyes towards the ground, he attempted to reassure you. 
“No no, I’m alright. I’m great. I just… I missed hearing you too.” With a shy smile, you pulled the old telephone cord absentmindedly with your finger from his response. 
“Well I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere any time soon.”
There was a slight pause. Tommy audibly sucked in a breath, confusing you further to if he was truly okay. He was holding something back, you realized, and he was trying not to tell you. 
“What is it?” 
Tommy was reluctant, but from the serious drop your tone, he knew better than to lie. Bracing himself from his next course of action, he whispered gently to you, “I’m sorry, y/n.”
You froze, more confused but scared to his meaning. You felt stiff as you tried to clear the air and understand what he could possibly be apologizing for. 
“Tommy?” Your voice wavered in question, and you stared jarringly at the wall as if he could see your gaze. 
“Do you like me?” His question was so fast that you almost missed it; unfortunately, you didn’t. Your voice hitched, feeling exposed to the connotations. As you spoke to clarify, Tommy lost patience and interrupted you. 
“What are yo-”
“Do you like me, y/n? Like, like me more than a friend?”
At a loss for words, you nodded. You had barely accepted the fact for yourself, the situation of your current relationship with him already impossible to understand. You nodded, as if to officially allow the truth to settle before voicing them aloud.
“I do,” you whispered hesitantly, “I really do, yes.” 
You waited for his response, anxious from the weight of the words as it finally escaped you after so many months of communicating with him. As the silence continued to grow, however, you opened your mouth to speak, becoming accepting to the fact that he didn’t return the same feelings, when he cut you off again. 
“I’m sorry, but I- we can’t talk anymore.”
Panicked from his finality, you tried to fight with him hopelessly. Even if it wasn’t possible, you didn’t want to lose him entirely over something as trivial as your emotions. 
“No, wait please! I promise it’s nothing serious,” you expressed quickly. Tommy began to reason with you, driving you further to explain yourself. 
“Tommy, it’s nothing, it’s nothing if it means I loose you. Please.”
“It’s not nothing, y/n. You can’t tell me otherwise now.” You whimpered, hating the fact that he was right, and that you’ve never regretted anything as much as your admittance. 
“It’s nothing, Tommy,” you repeated, the dejection present in your voice, yet firm in argument. “It doesn’t mean anything, it’s never has and never will if you-”
Tommy practically growled from your defense before snapping. 
“It is when I like you back!” Tommy yelled. His outburst shocked you, and you barely grasped the meaning behind his words from the volume he screamed. He panted from shouting, the buildup of his own truth coming out and terrifying him further. 
“I like you too, y/n. More than a friend.”
While one would think you would feel elated to your returned feelings, there was something in the way he yelled, the way he carried his tone regarding the conversation. You blinked harshly to the burn of your tears, scared of what was to supposedly come. 
“Please don’t do this,” you rasped out, stepping forward in fear. You clenched you eyes shut, and used both of your hands to hold the phone closer, if humanly capable. 
“Take care of yourself, please.”
“Tomm-”
The dead line cut you off, your throat dry from the implications it brought. 
“Tommy?” you croaked out, waiting for his voice to come through again. 
It didn’t.
You were still in shock as the broken line continued to ring, its loud, dragging sound echoing around you. Eyes wide, you couldn’t even process the facts clearly enough to fully cry. You pulled the phone handle from your ear, and slowly, placed it back in its rotary hold. 
With a beating heart that pounded in your ears, you slowly sunk to your knees at the realization you were alone. You were alone, and held yourself at the fact that he never could. 
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Unbeknownst to you, in the very same room, in the very same spot, a broken heart cried at the realization himself of what he had done years prior before. Scissors in hand, Tommy chucked the metal things across the room, eyes blurred from tears as he began leaning against the nearest wall and holding the cut phone close to his heart. 
“I’m so sorry, y/n” he cried out, his face held tight in anger from his own actions at the reality he forced you both to meet. 
“It was never meant to be.”
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jkknight98 · 4 years ago
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My G/T promt challenge attempt inspiration.
This was my first attempt at ever doing a collective prompt challenge so it’s very safe to say I am a little nervous posting this story, especially since I suck at writing standard stories and fell back into my comfort zone, but I hope that everyone who reads enjoys it. It's from @bittydragon idea ( If I knew how to link the original post I would, but I am not very well versed in Tumblr writing yet).
The prompt was to have the tiny protect the giant, I was faced with two options that I could do, protecting the mental self vs the physical self. I chose protecting from the physical since a giant can easily protect the outside of their bodies, but their insides can be easily hurt without them knowing until much later.
Here’s Tommy protecting a gaint Wilbur from his own poor judgement plus interactions from the rest of the sleepybois inc.
Warnings : Blood warning, slight mention of regurgitating meal, soft vore, cursing.
(I have always viewed soft vore as a sfw interest but I know others may not so I’ll leave it out of the main collective tag just to be safe until I’ve been given the all clear to add it, but otherwise I’ll say its just an inspiration from all the wonderful work already posted through the challenge.)
G/T Prompt Challenge
Wilbur should have known that his habit of eating sand would come back to bite him one day, but who could blame him when he enjoyed the texture of sand crunching in his teeth and the feeling it made tumbling around in his stomach. It was supposed to be a normal day when the sands decided to strike back against him. He was just enjoying a warm summers day with his family at the nearby beach, techno was asleep under a umbrella while Phil was trying to keep his tiny brother Tommy from accidentally drowning himself by jumping from the giant's knee and then pinching them to make the man jump and create massive waves for the little gremlin. He couldn't hide his smile as he took hold of another handful of sand and let it fall in clumps into his mouth, not noticing the hidden treasure chest even when it landed in the middle of his tongue with the copious sand, he didn’t get a chance to chew the sand before his father yelled at him after seeing what he had done, swallowing the mouthful quickly before the giant avian could force him to spit it out,” Alright Alright Phil, I've had my two mouthfuls for the day.”
“ You shouldn’t be eating any, what are you going to do if you swallow something that isn’t just sand, what are we going to do then!”
Wilbur just laughed at his yelling father as he leaned backwards on his hands, smiling as he watched Tommy get his fathers attention again by using his feathers as a climbing frame, he shook his head at the sight. He really did love his mixed-up family.
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It wasn't until they were having dinner that night did they all find out the true dangers of his habit. They haven't been eating long, Phil chatting with Techno about who knows what while Tommy darted around the table pulling himself chunks of food from everyone's plate, Phil had learned quickly not to make one for Tommy since the tiny always said that everyone else's looked better, and Willbur was waiting for the next pass of the tiny so he could pull his target out of reach. He had pulled up a giant piece of pork away from the tiny, quickly stuffing it into his mouth and laughing as the gremlin child raged at him, he quickly chewed and swallowed down the meat as he dodged the tiny pea that was thrown at him, ” Come on Tomms, I know you have a better arm than that.” He continued to eat a bit more on his plate, subtly feeling how much he ate already before he stopped, feeling a touch of pain from his stomach.
“That's weird?”
“What's weird Will?”
His father looked at him slightly concerned when he had pushed his chair back a bit to look down at himself, taking a hand to gently place on his stomach, ” I don't know dad, my stomach just started hur-ghh.” The moment he put a slight amount of pressure on his stomach it felt as if something was ripping inside, the pain was bad enough that it nearly brought him to tears. He quickly pulled up his shirt to see if it was something on the outside, but the skin was perfectly clear with no signs of irritation.
“Wilbur walk me through what hurts.”
The avian was already up and at his side while Techno was holding Tommy at his other side, but still out of the way of their father, both looking equally as concerned.
“What's wrong with you big man, finally bite off more than you could chew?” The tiny looked as ridiculous as usual trying to act indifferent like the oldest, but it was easy to see the real concern hidden behind his normal snark.
“Oh shut up before I feed you to a bird Bratt, ” Wilbur stuck his tongue out at him before wincing again when he felt his fathers cool touch, ” hurts right where your pressing.” He watched as Phil's hand began pressing at different parts of his body, telling him about how the pain was worse in that spot, but could feel it throbbing into other areas.
He watched his father frown before he went to stand fully, he looked more concerned than he had before, but didn't voice anything to clue his sons into what he was thinking. The avain walked over to a side room to grab a small bucket and set it into Wilbur’s lap, taking care to not press it against his stomach, before sitting back in his chair to look at his son, ” I'm going to need you to empty your stomach a small amount, I don't want you to empty it fully just in case it's something I hope it's not, but I want to check just in case.
Wilbur felt a little annoyed at the thought, they were just eating dinner and now dad wants him to spit up half of it just because of a little stomach pain? “ Really dad I'm sure I'm fine, it's probably something stupid like I ate to big-.”
The avians wings puffed up in an attempt to show how serious he was to his son,
“Dont argue with me Will, just do it.”
Wilbur looked at the sternness on his father's face and sighed, ” fine, ” he began flexing the muscles he used for whenever Tommy used his stomach as his personal sleeping bag and nearly cried when he felt his stomach explode in pain again. It was as if every moment his stomach made was like it was ripping itself open. He only got a little bit into his throat before he had to stop because the pain was too much, quickly spitting the mouthful into the bucket and thrusting it into Phils arms as he leaned over and and gently wrapped his arms around himself, ” please don't make me do that again, it really fucking hurt.”
He didn't see the concern on Phil’s face as he looked into the bucket and showed it to his other two sons, Techno looking equally as concerned while Tommy looked confused. The tiny leaned further over the slightly tinted pink fingers and wrinkled his nose at the almost coffee ground looking substance that rested in the bottom.
“What is that brown stuff, Wilbur didn't eat any mud before we had dinner.”
The father figure kept up his concerned expression as he set down the bucket to run a hand through his hair,”That's because that isn’t mud, that's what it looks like when someone is suffering from internal bleeding.” Phil looked back at Wilbur's plate and the others quickly as he used his hands to feel for anything that could have been hidden inside,” I don’t know what you could have swallowed Wil, I made sure to not have any bones in anything.”
Wilbur just shook his head as it swam a little bit in pain,” I don’t know either, all I've eaten before it started hurting was dinner and the sand at the beach.” he gave another groan as his stomach gave another contraction and sent another wave of pain,” I'm just going to stall my system until we figure out what to do.” He closed his eyes to concentrate and felt the change gradually, his stomach calming and finally coming to a standstill to prevent the walls from churning at the rate that they were, no longer trying to digest the little bit of dinner he consumed.
Techno was the first to gently move Tommy to one hand as he used his other to gently grip his brother on the shoulder,” You sure you didn’t eat anything between our beach trip to now, nothing at all?” The piglin hybrid was clearly a little on edge, he was fully capable of protecting his family from the outside, but even he was powerless when a threat came from their own insides.
Everyone was a panicking a bit more as they tried to think what could be doing this to the musically inclined son before Tommy spoke up, the tiny brightening as he thought of a good idea in his mind,” Why don’t I go inside to check, I can go and see whats wreaking up your insides, that would work wouldn't it?”
The thought made Will turn a little green, ” I don't know if I could get you down with how bad it hurts,” he managed to make a teasing smirk though,” you sure you want to see that porkchop again.” He laughed at the face the tiny had made, but winced again when a flash of pain punished him for this action. He took a slow breath and tried to raise up as slow as he could, wincing as he got to his full sitting height,” are you really sure you want to do that, it’s going to be more gross than ever.”
The tiny just smiled as he pushed up his sleeves and held up his arms in a clear ‘pick me up’ gesture,” I can’t really protect you guys from the outside, but I am able to help you from the inside, besides a little gunk isn’t going to stop me from keeping my big brother safe.”  
The response brought a small smile to Will's face as he lifted the tiny,” alright you sap, let's get a plan put together before you go saving me from what's hurting me.”
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Tommy stood in Will’s hand and gently shuffled the duffle bag on his shoulder that held a small knife and a small splash healing potion to reduce the damage before a proper healing potion could be taken, he looked up with another smile,” alright, let's get this over with before you get even worse.”
Will smiled lightly before opening his mouth, feeling his smaller brother clamber his way inside and curling up, and slowly closed his mouth and tilted his head back. He felt a mild wave of sickness at the thought of the heavy weight his brother would unintentionally create, but forced it away as he gave a quick swallow,using a hand to gently touch the firm bulge before it slipped behind his collarbone. He looked up to his dad and other brother with a weak smile,” let's hope he finds what's wrong and not cause any more damage.”
Tommy couldn’t help the soft noise of disgust as he slid into the stomach, landing in knee high mix of the stomach's contents, but he also noticed a strange glowing that was coming from what he suspected to be the front of Willbur’s stomach. He was quick to wade his way over to the object, also taking note of a few other things that shouldn’t have been there floating in the muck. “When did he manage to eat chainmail….oh my god.” Sticking out the stomach wall that looked very inflamed under the shiny purple glow was an iron sword, the handle looking a little worse for wear like the armor but the blade looked perfectly fine as it held firmly in the slowly bleeding wall. Tommy was momentarily shocked before he went to inspect the wound, wincing as he yelled up to Wilbur to inform him what he found.
Wilbur heard the tiny voice of Tommy yell out at him, listening for a moment before looking at the two other giants in pure confusion,” He found a sword sticking into me, as well as chain mail armour… when the hell did that get in there.” He jerked and gave a loud yelp as the pain in his middle got more intense before he felt the normal tingling of a healing potion,” You could have warned me before you pulled it out you little shit.”
Phil was the first to slap a hand to his head,” we were on a beach next to the ocean, you probably ate a buried treasure without realizing, this is what you get for eating sand all the time, be thankful tommy was here or else things could have been way worse.” The elder left the room quickly with a yell on how he's going to get a large healing potion to ensure the wound would fully heal once the youngest was released. The second eldest looked at Wilbur with a small smirk as he got up, giving a quiet ‘ I told you so’ before also leaving the room.
The remaining son sighed as he placed a hand over his stomach, softly rubbing where he felt his tiny brother was leaning,”Let's get you out of there Toms.”
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“I really can’t thank you enough Tommy, if what you were saying was true, there would have been no way for us to get that sword out on my own. Also what enchantments did it have on it.”
Tommy smiled up from his cosy position in a towel placed on Wilburs chest, snuggling further into the softness and warmth the two provided together,” It had unbreaking on it, it would have taken you ages to digest the thing, and you would have to go through so many healing potions since you couldn;t heal around it.”
The elder nodded and placed his hand over the towel as he laid his head on his pillow, using his thumb to stroke the tiny in thanks,” what would I do without you, you little gremlin.” He smiled when he felt a small pair of arms wrap around his thumb tightly and pull it to rest on the tiny’s chest where he could feel the gentle breathing.
“ You wouldn’t be able to shit, someone has to protect you giant bastards when you think nothing can hurt you, especially things at my size.”
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