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a-bang-for-your-bucky · 2 years ago

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I can't believe it's almost been a year!

Tommy's Girl

Warnings: Fuckin' hell, where do I begin? Explicit language, SMUT (P in V, oral), spanking, use of the word Whore (derogatory), talks of war, PTSD (nightmares), Possessive!Tommy, knife kink, claiming(via carving initials into skin, Tommy uses salt to ensure scaring), pain kink, toxic relationship, smoking, drinking, violence, mentions of murder, mentions of opium, Tommy being an ass. MINORS DNI

A/N: This is all purely fictional. Please don't do this IRL. It is all consensual in the fic, I hope that comes through clearly. Honestly, this is filth. Plain filth.

WC: ~4K

It wasn’t easy being close to Thomas Shelby. He wasn’t the easiest man to get along with. He had his flaws. You knew though, that deep down, he was worth it. When it was just the two of you, hidden away from the world’s view, Tommy was a different person. He wasn’t Tommy Shelby, leader of the Peaky Blinders. He wasn’t Tommy Shelby, public enemy number one. He was just Tommy Shelby, a man from Small Heath. That’s it, he was just a man.

You met Tommy when you were children. It was an instant friendship, forged by the love of horses. As you got older, that friendship grew. All of Small Heath knew you as “Tommy’s girl” and you didn’t mind one bit. You melded into the Shelby family after the Spanish Influenza took your mother, the only family you had left.

You were there the day Tommy was called away to war. Tommy was gone for four long years fighting in World War I. When he returned home from France, he was different. You knew that war changed the men involved. Tommy was cold, distant, and had trouble sleeping at night. You heard him calling out in his sleep; He would wake up gasping for air, clutching his chest as the cold air of the night burned lungs.

It broke your heart to see him sink into a shell of who he used to be. He didn’t smile. He didn’t laugh. It was all business, all the time. He started to drink more. A whiskey in his hand became his normal. Tommy started visiting Lizzie Stark, much to your dismay. He hadn’t touched you since his return.

It all changed though, when Grace Burgess started working at The Garrison. The petite blond captivated him, bringing out a bit of the old Tommy. Seeing the two of them together ripped you to pieces. You never had a good feeling about her. The way she looked at Tommy, then seemed to check her surroundings. You brought your suspicions Polly.

“I dunno, Pol. The girl is up to something. I jus’ know it.” You told her over tea one day. She just lifted a brow, and sipped at her cuppa. “I’m serious! Do you not notice how bloody shady she is, Polly?” You were frustrated. You thought if anyone would share in your worries, it would be Polly.

The brunette set down her tea cup with a sigh, lighting up a cigarette. “Of course, I don’t trust her. You think a pretty girl like that just pops up in Birmingham randomly? No.” You felt a sense of relief at her words. "You don't worry about her. I'll take care of it." Polly put out her cigarette and left you alone in her sitting room.

You were at The Garrison with a couple of friends. It being the only pub that would let women drink without a male counterpart. You were drinking your whiskey on ice when the brothers walked in. Tommy walked straight to the bar, whereas John came to you.

“Ladies, how are we this fine evenin’?” He asked, with a flirty smirk on his face. You rolled your eyes. You were closer to John’s age. Maybe a year or two older. He was like your brother. He always told you he preferred you to Ada.

“We are just fine, John. Now, go on. No one here is going to suck your cock. So please.” You were used to being so forward, especially with him. You had to be blunt with John for him to understand.

He looked at you with a feign hurt expression. “I was just being nice, love.” He smiled at you, before tipping his hat and walking to the back room. When you looked over his shoulder, you saw Tommy at the bar chatting up Grace. You did your best to push it out of your mind.

For the rest of the night, you and your friends had a great time, filled with laughs and stories. Of course, they asked about John. You shot that down quickly as he lost his wife not too long ago. You knew he had his hands full with four children and the Blinders.

Before you knew it, you were alone at your little table; Your friends were long gone. You swirled what was left of your watered-down whiskey in the glass. You heard the chair across from you scrape on the floor. “John, for the last–” You looked up expecting to see John’s deep blue eyes; Instead you were met with anger burning in Tommy’s ice blue ones.

“Can I help you, Thomas?” You sneered, unable to get the image of him and Grace out of your head. Tommy inhaled a hit of his cigarette.

"Did you fuck my brother? Is that why he's gawking at you like you're his?" He breathed, as smoke billowed out between his lips.

You rolled your eyes, downing the rest of your alcohol. "No, Tommy. I didn't fuck John. But even if I did, would it matter? When you're out there putting your cock in every whore in Birmingham?" You harshly whispered, not wanting to attract attention.

Tommy returned your attitude with a scoff. "Oh. Piss off. You know that's not true." He didn’t want this to be a fight, but he could see that’s where it was going. “Let’s go talk privately.” He suggested, moving to stand.

You shook your head. The alcohol in your system was making it easier for you to be bold."So, it's jus' Lizzie then, eh? Because Grace isn’t putting out. But I have to stay bloody celibate until you decide you want me again?!" You slammed your hands on the table, causing the pub to go quiet.

Tommy stood, moving around to pull you up by your arm. You stumbled over your heels as he dragged you out of The Garrison. Your skin prickled as the cold air washed over it. Tommy pulled you all the way down to the stables. "What's gotten into your ‘ead, woman?" He groaned, ripping his scally cap off.

You plopped down on a hay bale, your legs going jelly as the whiskey worked its way through your system. Was he kidding? Was he fucking kidding? "You, Tommy! You! I fucking killed a man for you! I put a bullet through someone's fucking skull for you. And you-- you treat me like fucking property." You snarled, thinking back to that night in The Garrison. Tommy pulled you in, telling you that the IRA was coming to kill him. He hid you in the back with a gun. When your signal came, you walked out, seeing Tommy with his hands raised, defenseless. The Irishman with the gun aimed at you and shot. He missed by a hair, and luckily, you were trained by the Shelbys. And you don’t miss.

The man swiped a hand down his face. “I never wanted that. It wasn’t– That’s not how it was meant to happen. And you fuckin’ know that.” Tommy fumed, pacing back and forth in the stable dirt. He never meant for you to kill for him. The last thing he wanted was to mark your soul with a brand so dark, it never goes away.

You stood quickly, wobbling a bit before you steadied. You charged up to him, tears already falling. “This isn’t fair, Tommy! Either you want me or let me fucking go.” You bawled, grabbing the lapels of his jacket.

He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly to him. It killed you how calm he made you feel in his embrace. It shattered your soul knowing that he was your safe place and yet, you still could not have him as your own.

Tommy didn't know what to do. He wanted you, he always has. When he came back from France, he was different. He didn't sleep and when he did he had nightmares. He resorted to smoking opium before bed so he could get some rest; So that he didn't go insane.

He didn't deserve you, he knew that. He wasn't who he used to be, the man you fell in love with. Despite that, his skin crawled at the sight of you with someone else. You have been his since you were 15, and no one takes what belongs to Tommy Shelby.

Tommy slipped his hand into your hair, pulling your face up from his chest. He leant down, placing his pillow-soft lips on yours. He hadn't kissed you in months, not since the night you killed the Irishman. It was like muscle memory. Your lips molding with his like they belonged together.

His tongue slipped into your mouth as he tightened his grip on your hair. "Mine." He panted as he pulled away for a second. Then his lips were back on yours.

Your brain screamed at you to pulled away, to kick him square in the balls and tell him to fuck off, but you couldn't. Tommy's kiss was mesmerizing, intoxicating. Tommy had a way of making you feel like you were the only girl in the world.

But you weren't. He had Lizzie, often. He was trying to get with Grace. You were just the girl who has always been there; You were familiar and safe. You didn't want to be his second choice, or in this case, third. You pushed him away with a grunt. You ripped his hands from your hair, and he stumbled back. "I'm not a toy, Tommy!" You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. "Either be with me or let me go." You gave him the options or ultimatum.

Tommy looked at you with wide eyes. He wasn't going to let you go, he couldn't. You were his. Weren't you? "I can't be with you." He said, and you nodded.

"Then I'm leaving, Tommy. I'm moving to London." You had already decided to go. You knew Tommy wouldn't choose you.

He shook his head, "No. You aren't." His words were confident and it made you boil. You didn't give a damn if he was Tommy Shelby of the Peaky Blinders.

You turned to walk away from him, but he grabbed your wrist. "I want to go home, Tommy. I want-- I need to get away from you." You jerked your arm away, feeling the burn of his grip. “I’m drowning, Tom. I’m drowning, and you’re just pulling me under.” Your tears were hot against your face as you started back to Polly’s house; As you started toward a new life without Tommy Shelby.

The following night, you were in The Garrison with John and Arthur. You had told them you were leaving for London, and they insisted you have one more night of fun with them. The boys were wasted, per usual, while you sipped your first whiskey on ice.

John was affectionate when he was drunk. Normally, you would put him in his place, but you couldn’t be bothered. You were enjoying the attention. He slipped an arm around you, pulling you into his lap, just as Tommy opened the door to their back room.

It all happened quickly. Tommy ripped you out of John’s weak hold before sending him crashing to the floor holding his busted nose. “I’ve told you, John. She’s my girl.” Tommy told him calmly, before pulling you out of the pub and to his room. Despite your protests, he didn’t stop.

He pushed you into the small room. You were speechless. He had punched his own brother, because of you. You sat on his small twin-sized bed, holding your head in your hands. The air in the room smelt of cigarette smoke, a hint of opium, and Tommy’s aftershave. Tommy offered you a glass of whiskey which you happily took, downing it in one gulp.

Tommy sighed, taking a seat beside you. “I’ve told you, you’re mine. What do I have to do to get you to understand that?” He took a sip of his drink, “You think John can take care of you, eh?” He gripped your face tightly, “Do you think John can please you?” He chuckled at the thought, he knew he couldn’t. He finished his whiskey, placing the glass on his side table.

You weren’t scared of Tommy. You had seen him at his worst, you had let him use you until you couldn’t stand. You let him do unspeakable things to you, to satisfy the darkness that rose inside of him. Deep down, you knew Tommy would never let you leave. He needed you, no one else would understand what he needed, what he craved. He released your face, and you tried to speak.

“Shut up.” He harshly whispered, before planting his lips to yours. The kiss wasn’t gentle. It was all teeth and tongue. Tommy pulled you up to your feet, sliding off your coat, tossing it across the room where it clattered to the floor. His hands were on your hips, slowly sliding up your body. His thumbs brushed over your nipples, that pebbled under the satin brassiere you were wearing. When his large hands reached your throat, he gripped tight with his right hand, shoving you to the wall. “You’re my property.” He said, before adding, “No one touches my property.”

You were putty in his hands, and he knew it. “Please, Tommy,” you struggled to whisper through his grip, which only made him squeeze tighter.

“Please, what, eh?” He cocked a brow, arching over the darkness that was taking over his blue eyes. “Please let you go?” You tried to shake your head, but his hold was too tight. Tommy released you, causing you to suck in a harsh breath.

Deep down, you knew your relationship with Tommy was sick, demeaning, and toxic, but you didn’t care. You loved him, and he loved you, even if he didn’t say it often. “Mark me.” You met his eyes, letting him see the truth; You were just as fucked up as him. For a split second, his gaze softened, as he placed a chaste kiss to your lips. “But Tommy, you’re mine, too. No more Lizzie, no fucking Grace. Jus’ me.” He nodded in agreement, something you weren’t expecting.

Just like that, soft Tommy was gone. He stepped back from you, and you missed the heat of him on you. He shrugged out of his jacket, revealing his gun holster. He removed that, before unbuttoning his waistcoat, slipping it off until he was just in his white button up. He unbuttoned the sleeves and rolled them up to his elbows. You stood against the wall, watching, waiting.

He reached into his pant’s pocket, pulling out his switchblade. Your breath hitched, your thighs clenching together. Was he really going to mark you? You were so lost in thought, you didn’t hear him speaking to you. “Where do you want it, woman?” He asked, and you looked at him, confused. “My initials, where do you want them?” He asked again, clicking the button on the handle. The swoosh of the blade made you jump.

“Your property, your choice.” You mewled, knowing that was the answer he wanted. A groan reverberated through him, causing a wave of heat to flow through you. He stalked you, blade toward you.

“Don’t move.” He commanded. The blade was cold against the skin of your chest. It slid down to the fabric of your dress. Thomas Shelby didn’t keep a dull blade, so it sliced through the cotton like butter. He pushed the ruined garment from your shoulders, letting it pile around your heels. He took in your flushed appearance, admiring your blush pink underwear and matching garter belt that held up your black stockings. “Fuck, I am a lucky man.” He whispered to himself.

The blade continued down your body, to your hip. He kneeled down, looking back up at you, as if to ask you ‘did you really want this’. “I’m yours, Thomas Shelby. I always have been. But it needs to be seen.” You slowly turned, slipping your brassiere strap down, moving your hair, baring your shoulder to him. He stood up and grabbed the bottle of whiskey off the table, dousing the blade, then your back. He gave you the bottle to take a swig, but you declined. You wanted to feel everything. Tommy gave you a rag to bite down on. He was quick. Five swift, deep, slices to permanently cut the letters T.S. into your skin. You heard him lay the blade on the table.

Tears sprung from your eyes, but you remained silent. “Deep breath, love.” You did as you were told as he splashed more whiskey onto your skin. You groaned as the alcohol washed over the open wounds. Then he licked your shoulder, taking in the taste of your blood mixed with the whiskey. Tommy wouldn’t tell anyone, but it was a taste he could get addicted to. The feel of his tongue laving over your cuts made you wet. The idea of your blood on his tongue drove you mad with lust. You turned to face him, your simple makeup ruined by your tears.

Tommy cleared his throat and left the room, but quickly returned with some items. A dressing, some tape, and a bowl with sugar? No, salt. He was going to make sure his initials were embedded into your skin forever. You nodded, telling him to do it. He moved you to the bed laying you face down. He sprinkled the salt over his initials, before rubbing the granules into the wounds. This time you screamed against the rag. The harsh edges of the salt bit into the sensitive skin, burning deep. Tommy shushed you as he finished. He dressed the wound, covering it with a bandage. He rolled you onto your back. Tommy leaned over you, his face mere inches from yours.

“I’m gonna fuck you now. Make you scream, so that all of Small Heath knows, eh?” He promised, as he kissed down your body. Tommy removed your black heels, first. Then he unhooked your stockings, slipping them down your legs one at a time. He kissed back up your thighs to your clothed core. He slowly peeled down your panties, revealing your soaking wet cunt to him. “Looks like you enjoyed that as much as I did.” He teased you, as he ran a finger through your slick, causing you to jump.

“Tommy, please. Fuck me. I need you.” You begged him, reaching out to grab him, to pull him to you. He leaned forward, flattening his tongue against your slit, licking a long stripe from your pussy to your clit. You moaned loudly at the contact, arching up into his face.

Oral sex was still a new concept to you, only ever doing it with Tommy. He loved it though. He loved how you tasted, the sweet and salty substance that leaked from your body only for him. It made him rock hard just thinking about it. Tommy’s tongue was talented, sending you over the edge quickly. You rode out your high, breathing deeply, but you needed more.

You sat up, grasping at Tommy’s shirt. You ignored the pain in your shoulder as you ripped it open, buttons scattering everywhere. He cocked an eyebrow at you. “Fuck me now and I’ll sew them back on later.” You said, before placing kisses across his chest. You reached for his pants, unbuttoning them swiftly, letting them pool around his ankles. His underwear quickly joined them. He took off his shoes, so he could kick away his trousers.

You opened your legs, giving him complete access to your body, which he gladly accepted. He climbed onto the bed, sinking his cock into you. He fucked into with vigor. “Fuckin’ ‘Ell.” He moaned as you clenched around him. “Look at you, my good girl.” Tommy spoke in time with his thrusts.

You whimpered at his words, “All yours, Tommy.”

Tommy pulled out of you, making you whine. “I told you I was going to make you scream.” He growled, manhandling you into position. He had you on your knees, holding onto the metal frame of his bed. He situated himself behind you. You could feel his cock hard against the inside of your thigh. “Fuck. Can’t wait for this to heal.” He swore, carefully running his hand over his handiwork. You felt him move to line himself back up with your cunt, which was still dripping with anticipation. Gripping your hips tightly, he sheathed himself, going deeper than before. You moaned his name. “That’s it, love. My name on your lips and your body.”

He set a pounding pace, making the frame bang into the wall. “Oh, fu– Fuck.” You could barely get the words out. Your head was empty. All you could think about was Tommy, he was everywhere. You hissed as a sharp sting ran across your ass, a spank from the man fucking the life out of you. Another, causing a moan to erupt from your lips. You were so close, the smacks to the ass only pushing you closer. “Please, please, pleasepleaseplease-�� At this point you didn’t know what you were begging for.

Tommy chuckled, slowing his pace and releasing his grip on one of your hips. He reached around, rubbing tight circles on your clit as began to grind into you. The change of pace had you feeling every little movement. The head of his cock hit that special spot inside of you with deadly precision. “I want you to come on my cock, got it?” He whispered in your ear. You nodded, letting yourself go, falling over the edge of pleasure. It was a long drop, hitting every single nerve in your body. You barely registered Tommy’s “Good fucking girl” as he picked his pace back up. He fucked you through your release into another that pulled him over with you. You felt rope after rope of his release deep inside you.

His head dropped to your good shoulder, his hot breath cascaded down your spine. You were still too far gone. Tommy slipped out of you, and you felt him leak out onto your thighs. “I’ll be right back.” He told you as he moved you to lay down. He came back with a towel to wrap around you. He lifted you in his arms, taking you downstairs to the bathtub. You could see the water was steaming. He set you down, removing the towel. He helped you step into the bath, before he followed right behind you. He held you tight against his chest, as he helped clean you up.

When he was finished, you rested your head back against him. What had you just done? You were trying to get away from this man you let him brand you, like fucking cattle. “Tommy,” You started unsure of what to say. You heard him strike a match, then the air filled with the familiar smell of his cigarettes. “Are you still going to see Lizzie?” You asked, your voice was small and you felt pathetic even asking.

Tommy sighed, before he gave you the answer you had been wanting for months now, “I don’t need Lizzie. Don’t need Grace.” He placed a kiss to the junction of your neck, “Not when I have my girl.”

Tommy hadn’t lied. He told Lizzie he wouldn’t need her services anymore. Any interaction he had with Grace was business related and he always made sure someone else was with him. Your shoulder had healed, leaving T.S. seared into your soft flesh. Any time it caught your attention, you smiled.

You walked into The Garrison, seeing Tommy at the bar, talking with Grace over the books. He looked over at you, as you sauntered toward him. You didn’t speak. Instead, you reached up, pulling Tommy down to you. You kissed him feverishly. You heard Grace scoff, but didn’t care. Tommy ran a hand up your arm, accidentally pulling on the strap of your dress. It slipped off your shoulder, revealing his claim on you. The little gasp from behind you told you she saw it. You pulled away from him, before turning around to Grace. You smiled sweetly, before ordering a drink.

“On the house.” She said, her voice laced with hate. “For Tommy’s girl.”

A/N: please let me know if I missed any warnings.

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auroralwriting · 11 months ago

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just like me ౨ৎ

ellie williams x fem!reader

synopsis: after you get bit, you knew you’d be alright. ellie, though, had no clue. after all, no one but tommy and maria knew..

the pain you felt was immense. even though you couldn’t get infected, that shit still hurt. the feeling of rotting teeth, half fanged and sharp, dig into your hip hurt like all hell. those damn clickers sure did have a nasty bite.

you tried your best to hold back a yell, truly, you didn’t want that attention on you. but you just couldn’t help it.

footsteps rushed upstairs, gunfire right next to your ear as the clicker on you fell limp to the floor.

“holy shit,” ellie commented, seeing the blood on your hip. “holy shit!”

the calmness on your face made her panic. why the fuck weren’t you freaking out? you were surely going to die!

“ellie, don’t freak out,” you say slowly. she walked up to you and pulled your pants’ waistline down to see the nasty bite.

“don’t freak out?!” she yells, “you just got fucking bit!”

“i’m okay, els,” you try to ease her.

she looks at you confused, but with tears in her eyes. “how the hell are you okay?!”

you take a deep breath, “i’m immune. this’ll be my second bite.”

“y-you- your, what?” ellie stands up, her face filled with too many emotions to name. “immune?”

“i can’t infect you, or hurt you,” you slowly explain. “all that’ll do is scar. i’m gonna be okay.”

ellie now grabs your face, your cheeks slightly smushed in her hands. “are you fucking joking?”

“no,” you reply, face still mashed.

“you’re immune. holy shit, you’re immune!” she looks happy, the realization setting in. “why the fuck didn’t you tell me?” she asks, a slight bit of anger taking over. “i’m your best friend and you didn’t tell me?”

you sigh, taking her hands into your own and letting them fall to your sides. “tommy found me when i was seven. i was a little thing with an old bite on the back of my neck. he instantly knew i was immune, but not safe. he knew people would want me. but i was just a kid, you know?” you explain. “so, he took me in. told me not to tell a soul. you’re the third person to know besides maria.”

“i guess i can’t blame you,” ellie sighed. “joel told me the same thing.”

“us and our father figures, hu-wait, what?” you joke fell flat as you heard her words in your mind. “ellie, what are you saying?”

ellie smiled a bit, laughing. “those fuckers have been putting us together for patrol knowing we’d be alright!” she cried out in laughter.

“are you-”

“yeah.”

woah. you were both immune. you and your best friend. “ellie, holy shit!” you started to laugh with her.

“fuck, you had me so worried,” she sighed after a while of laughing, pulling your forehead against her own.

“i was worried you were gonna fucking shoot me,” you laughed softly.

ellie pulled back, eyes staring into your own. “i’d never do anything bad to you.” she replied, but this felt a lot different from the tone she usually takes with you.

actually, you’d seen her look like this at kat way back when she got that tattoo.

“ellie..” you say softly, eyes flickering to her lips.

“i’m so glad you’re okay,” she whispered, lips hovering just over your own. you could feel them ever so softly.

slowly, you pressed your lips together. it felt magical. you didn’t even know you were waiting for this moment until it happened. maybe ellie felt the same.

after pulling away, ellie cleared her throat. “uh, well,”

you looked outside “should be getting back, yeah?” ellie nodded, only one hand leaving yours. the other still was firmly holding yours.

“what a damn story this would be if we could tell it,” ellie chuckled.

“damn right.”

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theoversky · 2 months ago

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The fact that t0mberly is literally “teen love/first lovers” thing and the fans can’t get over it always catch me. How many couples you know from your school that are together until nowadays???

I mean, they literally met each other at 16 years old (in comics, 15) and I really doubt they lost their virginity together. When I was at high school literally 1 couple lasted until today (I mean, I gratuated at 2008) and we had like 150 people at senior high in each senior class, at least 4 couples dated at this time.

Enjoy that t0mberly happened because they wanted to make Tommy likeable and maybe were afraid since he was under Rita’s spell. In original version we all know the green ranger died and since Tommy got all that popularity, he came back to be propped as leader, most powerful ranger, most pure energy and get the most popular girl of the school (let’s not forget he took not only Jason’s leadership as ranger, Jason’s girl, but also his spot as the quarteback even when he never played football before lol).

So, yeah, I’m for Jimberly and Katherommy. Not only because Jason and Kim are my fav rangers of all, but also because Jimberly was hinted all the way in the show until Tommy appears and they changed plans due, first of all, they were afraid kids couldn’t accept the evil green and made him link to Kim, second because salary war with actors and JDF was already a dad with wife and kid that saw his big opportunity to make money by his popularity in a kid’s show and hold AJJ and David Yost with him. ASJ was a baby with 17 years old with a big ego and so many hours to work and much less money to spend, thing that the ASJ himself said. I won’t take sides here because I can understand both sides (ASJ and JDF) in this case, also it is not a post about the actors, who I know that aren’t saints, none of them.

It’s pretty clear the cliché dynamic between leader jocker x popular pretty girl that existed between Jason/Kim and things were meant to be this way because, at first, Tommy won’t last long in the show. And so is truth what I said, that Tommy took all spotlights and, guess what! Dynamic leader jocker x popular pretty girl!

Also for the things the way happened, made much more sense to me Tommy and Kat to marry and have kids than his highschool sweetheart first love he met at 16. Katherommy has a mature dynamic, where Tommy is more responsible and mature, knowing how to deal with things in his team and personal life. One thing more that made TomKat better (in my POV, of course) is the fact Kat doesn’t was always in dangerous screaming for Tommy to save her, even when she was interested in him since the first time they met and she was under a spell + he was dating Kim or after she joined officially the team.

Don’t ever come to me to say Kat is a replace to Kim in Tommy’s heart. Kat was always brave, good and never ever tried to take Tommy from Kim, even when they dated long distance, she was always respectful and polite. Also risked her life UNMORPHED to make spelled!Tommy recover his sense when no one in the Zeo team did the same. THAT IS THE WOMAN SHE IS!

Let’s take Turbo movie again as example! They aren’t in school anymore, Kat is already working as teacher and we see clear as water that all of them are much more mature and trying to live the best they can with the responsabilities they have. Nothing is more clear than Jason going into Kim and Kim running after Jason in any dangerous situation posible + the final winning scene they party together. Same goes to TomKat after the same final winning scene, there’s no a SINGLE moment Tommy look after Kim to party with her or vice-versa. Jimberly it’s a love story that merge from long date friends that fell in love with each other after so many things they have been throught apart and together, conflicts that are better explained in comics and maybe we will see more about in the upcoming novels.

“The Vows” comics, where we se Katherommy’s wedding, also doesn’t show a sad Kimberly looking her ex marrying the woman he dated for years and reconnect for LOVE after so many YEARS apart and together. TomKat broke to go to university and reconnected after because they never forget each other and it’s more than t0mberly ever got (Kim broke up with him by a letter after 1 year apart, if it isn’t clear enough). Things are settle, Jimberly remains as hint and unofficial, but TomKat is more than endgame and no one shipped it more than JDF and Catherine Sutherland themselves.

And NO, I don’t care about ASJ and AJJ’s beef and the fact they don’t like each other. Much less that AJJ ships t0mberly and ASJ ships Jason/Trini, opinions that are based in their close friendship with respective actors. I love the characters and that’s this post about. All respect and kudos to the actors, but I don’t have to agree with all of them.

Also t0mberly fans can enjoy AU! Universe of Olivia Oliver and Jimberly fans can enjoy AU! Universe Power Rangers (2017) and everything is ok, just don’t come at me to say Jimberly came from nowhere. There is a huge background and a beautiful love story if they want to tell in novels, I hope they don’t put more ex actors to involve in anything relationed to MMPR, because Tommy was always the most explored character from OG 6, after JDF’s passing I expect they set his character the way it is, let Tommy age, happily married with his family (Kat and JJ), like JDF himself WANTED and CHOSE. That’s all.

#jimberly #katherommy #anti-tomberly #tomkat #katherine hillard #jason david frank #catherine sutherland #austin st john #amy jo johnson #tommy x katherine #tommy x kat #tommy and katherine #tommy and kat #jason x kimberly #jason and kimberly #jaskim #kimberly x jason #kimberly and jason #red x pink

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elkian · 1 year ago

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I've seen a lot of takes about the Hbomb video - here's a link; he's also done some similar works criticizing Allen Wakefield (accidentally instigated the prime anti-vax movement while trying to scam people) and Tommy Tallerico (similar vein to The Video, of plagiarism/credit theft).

I've also enjoyed some of his teardown videos, but my real favorites are his Why FNV Is Genius (and Here's Why) and Pathologic Is Genius (And Here's Why), which lead me to buying and playing (some of) Pathologic 2.

One thing worthy of note is that he specifically requests that nobody start a witch hunt over the subjects of his videos. He is an opinionated person and his righteous indignation is very entertaining, but I've never seen him seriously suggest people harass any real human beings. Suggestions to do so after watching the video have been made by the viewers and are explicitly condemned by Hbomb himself in the video. Just saying.

But more to the point is how he ends the video: he decides to cap it off with a reel of suggested viewing for people who create the kinds of things Somerton allegedly made himself, focusing on queer creators.

Here's the playlist linked in the video description:

I don't doubt other people have shared this already, but it hasn't crossed my dash, so I thought I'd give it a mention. It's a really nice way to end a video that, while focusing on informing the viewers and warning people of potential scammers essentially, does have a negative tone at times because he is, well, tearing into someone's monumental career of plagiarism.

The playlist links to videos by Alexander Avila (who was himself plagiarized by Somerton), Matt Baume, Lady Emily, verilybitchie, RickiHirsh, Shanspeare, Khadija Mbowe, hazel, Herby Revolus, Maggie Mae Fish, Kaz Rowe, Kat Blaque, Lily Alexandre, max teeth, drapetomania, Kameno -o, Lola Sebastian, Princess Weekers, CJ The X, Jennie Geist, Mia Mulder, Nick DiRamio, Sarah Z, Rowan Ellis, and finally Maven of the Eventide.

(I have chosen to spare my wrists and sanity by not hyperlinking those names because the playlist is literally right there.)

Fun facts: this list, which apparently also has nonbinary and trans artists on it, contains 0 names I am already familiar with. I don't spend a lot of time on Youtube outside of very specific needs, but this still makes for a good opportunity for me to familiarize myself with work from others in the community.

Anyways, I just think that's an extremely cool way to end a four-hour-video that, while extremely entertaining, is a bit of a down to watch and realize how easily extremely unmotivated people are stealing others' work and making bank off of it. That's all I had to say, goodnight.

#elk text #hbomberguy #i found him through the sherlock video that everyone was sharing a couple years ago #but that fnv video man #ive watched it enough times to memorize #comfort media

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kmixon · 3 months ago

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The Fandom! Wanna an ending for this.... SHOW! EVEN KID VS KAT HAVE ENDING!!! AMERICAN DRAGON JAKE LONG HAS FINISH STORY 😒 IT CHANGE ANIMATION IT FINISH THE STORYLINE!

“Hailey’s On It!” Removed From Disney+ Worldwide Due Unknow Reasons

Fans of the Disney Channel animated series, Hailey’s On It! Are discovering that the series is no longer accessible on Disney+ for viewing alongside the Disney Channel live action Discoms "Pretty Freekin Scary" & "Saturdays" and multiple National Geographic documentaries.

The reason of the removal is unknow, is it an error, an bug..... who knows?. Disney stated that no more removal of content would happen after the first purge in March 2023.

This started last Wednesday as fans noticed that the videos from Disney Channel EMEA where privatized alongside been removed early in places like Turkey, Spain and U.K.

The same fans who have been clamoring for some sort of an announcement regarding a second season of the Disney Channel animated series, since May of this year have been met with more devastating news today as the entire series has been pulled from Disney+ worldwide fans where worried that the series was removed as a tax writte-off like Cartoon Network series like Infinity Train, Tig N Seek, The Fungies and more however

Fans can still access the first season/the series in full at the DisneyNOW website until November 2024. While the app was recently shut down, the website for PC is still active.

Fans can also access select episodes from the series on Disney Channel YouTube, and the soundtrack to the series is available on various services like Spotify and Apple Music. These seem to point away from the tax write-off theory, unless this particular write-off only affects the series’ Disney+ presence in some way.

Disney XD reruns are still airing weekly while international channels that removed the Youtube uploads are still airing the show

Social Media posts on the show on Disney TVA & Disney Channel Tik Tok, Threads and Instagram are still up

Disney.com websites from USA and International still list the show

The decision to pull Hailey’s On It! From Disney+ is a strange one, as characters from the show also appeared in the recent short-form series, Disney Road Trip, on Disney Channel, and the series as a whole recently won a GLAAD award for Outstanding Kids & Family Programming.

Additionaly a How NOT To Draw short themed around the series is set to debut this year.

#disney #animations #hailey's on it #hailey #scott #Beta #hailey x scott #A.C. aychvak #Cristine Sanchez #The Professor disney #Sanjay disney #Tommy D #Destiny disney #2D #Kid vs Kat #American Dragon Jake long #Becker Denoga #Chaos Bots #tva disney

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call-sign-shark · 1 year ago

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Heaven in Your Eyes || Arthur Shelby x Reader!OC

Summary: Six months after being released from prison and cleared of murder charges, you and Arthur are finally getting married. All you have to do now is hope for the wedding day to be spared from some Shelby chaos. Featuring John Shelby x Reader.

Words: 6k

TW: tooth-rotting fluff, light angst, allusions to smut, one ruined wedding cake, Tommy not being a dick for once, otherwise it's a well-deserved soft chapter to start this new act. Let's not break your heart too soon.

Notes:

✞ This chapter is the beginning of Act II of Heaven in Your Eyes. The timeline is S4.

✞ Heaven is OP's original character but written with the use of « you » (Moodboard here).

PREVIOUS || Masterlist || NEXT PART

The beating in your heart was so erratic, so fierce, that its constant drumming echoed in your skull and ears as painfully as if someone was smashing your brain with a hammer. You clenched your jaws at the painful bite of the rope the police officer behind you had placed around your neck. The way the noose compressed your windpipe, already giving you a foretaste of what was awaiting you, made the act of breathing laborious. Sucking on a sharp breath, your throat whistled like a dying bird. Down below I go, you thought while nervously playing with the wedding ring Arthur gifted you weeks ago. He had barely made his proposal when policemen snatched you from him and threw you both in jail. With your back straight and your crystal eyes glaring at the officers who were present in this slaughter room, you managed to keep your dignity. They might hang you, but they would not see you cry. In fact, if you went down they would have to watch you, so that your piercing irises would haunt them until, one day, Death would come for them too.

I love you Arthur.

I love you Dad and Mom.

I love you little sister.

I’m so sorry I’ve failed you.

Could you ever forgive me?

Your teeth dug into the flesh of your inner cheek as seconds flew, each bringing you closer to your inevitable end.

“WAIT!!! PLEASE WAIT! ”

A far cry in the distance. Were you dreaming? Or were demons already afraid of you down in Hell?

Officer Kat Wilson’s heart missed a beat when the familiar voice boomed in the warehouse, as loud as a foghorn. The blonde policewoman turned around, eyes filled with hope as she saw the silhouette of Sergeant Moss bathed in the blinding outside light that had rushed into the place when he had opened the warehouse’s heavy doors, “Do not kill her! We’ve just received a new order from the Crown: Heaven Lavey and Polly Gray are proven innocent of the crimes they had been accused of.” He said, forehead glistening with sweat. He had probably run as fast as possible to deliver the news quickly. Kat Wilson felt all of her muscles relax at such an unhoped-for plot twist.

“Take the noose off her neck now.” She ordered, trying his best to sound strict despite Moss standing right here, running out of breath.

Innocent? Take the noose? Sentences were melting in an intelligible treacle because of the emotional roller coaster you were undergoing, hence you only caught a few words. When your mind finally made sense of what was happening, a long sigh came out of your quivering lips. Then, the policeman behind you set your throat free. You blinked several times and looked at Officer Wilson, who replied to your confused gaze with a faint, supportive smile illuminating her usually oh-so-severe traits. Then, she proceeded to free you from the handcuffs that were sinking into the frail flesh of your wrists. As she did, Kat brought her lips near your ear and whispered so only you could hear, “Arthur’s safe. The warrant includes the Shelby family too. I’m sorry for the mess, doll. ”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and glanced at the woman, trying not to let too many emotions show. Not that you wanted to play the tough girl, but you were so overwhelmed by your feelings that you were not even able to let out anything except confusion. It was all… Too much. “You knew they were going to release us.” You stated with a quiet but still slightly shaky voice as the revelation struck you.

“Let’s say I hoped they’d interrupt your death sentence in time.” Her soft yet hoarse voice replied, highlighted with a cunning little something.

Kat Wilson gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze before leading you outside the sinister warehouse, unwilling to provide you with further details. And somehow, you did not bother to ask. The only thing you wished for was to run away from this killing floor. Thus you walked bare feet on the gravel ground, the peaky sensation of the tiny stones against your flesh keeping you grounded to reality, andyou stopped in the middle of the yard. There, you threw your head back and closed your eyes, relishing the soft caress of the wind on your face. You breathed a sigh of relief, for the clouds above you had shifted from the sun, whose rays were warming up your frozen skin.

You were alive.

“Heaven!” A woman voice called you.

You reopened your eyes and looked around you, “Oh my God, Polly!” You suddenly exclaimed when you recognized her. Seeing Aunt Polly running to you and almost tackling you in a desperate hug was all it took for your emotions to finally flood you. Tears dawned at the corner of your eyes as you pulled her into a deeper embrace. Polly sobbed in your arms, her body quivering because of her cries.

“I saw them Heaven! I saw the spirits. Oh bloody hell, the spirits…”

“I know Pol,” You tried to comfort her the best you could, your grip tightening around the poor woman in the hope of helping her calm her panic attack. Still, you knew she was shaken to the core by her freshly canceled rendezvous with Mr. Death, “Everything’s fine,” You whispered, and let one of your hands lose itself in her short dark hair, “I hear them too.” You admitted. Polly gradually grew quieter in your arms, running out of tears. Nevertheless, you did not let her go. What you did, though, was to silently thank the policewoman with your gaze, your irises sparkling with genuine gratitude. No matter her role in all this mess, you knew Kat Wilson contributed to setting you free.

You were alive.

Alive, for sure, and indescribably furious.

1925 - Six Months Later

You had been absentmindedly looking at your reflection in the mirror for long minutes when someone knocked at the door and snatched you from your contemplative state. A growl escaped from your lips for you had let everyone know you did not want to be bothered— truth be told, you needed a bit of time alone with you to soothe your anxiety. However, the uninvited guest came in before you allowed him to do so.

“True gentlemen wait to be invited before entering a room, you know? Especially when a lady is in it. ” You said with a faint smirk on your plump and glossy lips as you recognized the guest by the sole fragrances of his cologne.

“A part of me hoped to see you undressed, that’s why I didn’t, little Angel.” The masculine voice answered, its tone filled with tease. You snorted at such a stupid answer, kinda expecting it, and rolled your eyes in amusement.

“Idiot.” You simply retorted, glancing at him through the mirror you were still facing.

“Idiot? That’s it? I’m used to better roast from ya, eh!” John exclaimed, surprised by your lack of wit. He wanted to tease you again you but your sudden silence kept him from doing so. Something was off. Worried, the young Shelby brother frowned a little bit and walked to you, not minding your desire of being alone. You jumped slightly at the sensation of his two large and warm hands squeezing your upper arms, “Oi, Angel.” He gently called, the tenderness in his voice wrapping you in a comforting haze, “Tell me what’s wrong please…”

For sure John Shelby had a soft spot for you since the day Arthur introduced you to the family. No one had ever doubted it. Without the slightest explanation nor apparent reasons, you both immediately grew fond of each other from the moment your eyes met. In truth, your relationship with the Shelby family had been quite tricky for months following the first meeting. Most of them didn’t want you to be a part of the clan, partly due to the witch rumors around you and Arthur’s obsessive love. It was only now, a solid year and one murder later, that everything had started to flow more smoothly with them. Even Esme, who had been terrified of you and would usually avoid you at all costs, had learned to live with your presence in the family. According to Polly, you had deserved your place among them more than any other women the boys brought home. The only threat to this harmony had been and still was Thomas Shelby himself. The mutual resentment you shared for each other was rooted in deep and far too complicated reasons, the most recent one was him selling you to the police for murder charges. However, you came to terms with the idea of maintaining a mutual hatred as long as he did not step between Arthur and you ever again.

So, apart from Tommy and Esme, you were now getting along with everyone. But with John… With John, it was unlike anything you had ever experienced, apart from Arthur. Whenever your man wasn’t there, John would do everything that was in his power to keep you company and bring a smile to your face. Not only he loved to visit you and spent his free time with you, but he truly cared for your well-being. Sometimes he would make a surprise visit to your house. In fact, he would stand there on your porch with the most adorable smile you had ever seen etched on his lips, a basket filled with food in one hand and a bottle of red wine in the other. When Arthur and you decided to leave Birmingham, your heart ached at the thought of moving away from John. Following your departure, rumors said John’s eternal smile had not be seen for weeks. However, once you had well adjusted to your new routine, even distance could not shake your unique bond: John never ceased to visit you when he could.

“What’s the matter, little angel?” He inquired, genuinely concerned by your silence and the melancholic gleam in your aquamarine eyes.

“I’m scared John. I’m fucking scared.” You finally admitted, closing your eyelids a few seconds to take a slow inhale. The weight in your chest had vanished from the moment words left your mouth. At such a surprising answer, the young gangster’s grip tightened on your arms and he gently forced you to turn around to face him. Still, you avoided his gaze, fearing judgment.

“It’s your wedding day, Heaven. What are you scared of?” He carefully asked, taking care not to make you think he was mocking or judging you.

“I’m scared because now I’ve got something to lose,” You fell silent for a tiny while, fighting again the desire to remain silent, but you knew you could open up to him, “I have a magnificent house in the forest cradled by the sweet chant of a peaceful stream. I have the loveliest man I could have dreamt of by my side, who loves me to the moon and back. God, I even got a dog!” Another brief pause you took to avoid crying, “And one day there will be one or two kids…” John listened to you carefully, still wondering what the problem was, “If I'm being honest, I’ve never thought I would be allowed to be this happy. At one point in my life, I got used to the idea of dying alone, hunted down by bad memories, and drown by guilt. But, look at me now. Look how far I’ve come… That’s why I’m scared of losing it all. Fuck, John — I’ll die without him.”

To your greatest surprise, the young gangster replied to your lament with soft chuckles, “Heaven. I don’t know what it is between Arthur and you, but I’ve never seen a love fiercer than the one you share. Bloody Hell, you’re so addicted to each other it’s even a bit scary sometimes, not gonna lie eh,” His fingers trapped your chin in one soft movement and, with indescribable tenderness, he raised your head so that he could observe each trait of your angelic face, “Having something to lose makes you cherish what you have even more. Plus it doesn’t mean you’re gonna lose it. “ The corner of his charming lips curled in a sweet smile, “Moreover, there’s more chance for Tommy to like you than for Arthur to leave your side. He’s not gonna let you go… To my greatest sadness.” John winked at you and, despite everything, his last flirty comment managed to make you laugh. Sometimes, you didn’t know how he always succeeded in cheering you up but still he did, “Listen, I knew you’d be a bit nervous for your wedding day, so I got you a little surprise.”

“A surprise?” You asked, curious, wiping away the tiny tears that had formed in the corner of your eyes while being careful not to ruin the stunning siren-eyes makeup Ada did. It would be a shame to have more mascara on your cheek than on your eyelashes the day of your wedding. John walked to the door and put his large hand on the knob, looking at you to maintain a small suspense “I know he’s not supposed to see you before the ceremony but he would not stop crying without you so…” He was about to open the door when he stopped mid-action, “Oh and I’m not talking about Arthur by the way. Even though I’m pretty sure he’s also doing that.”

“Fuck off, John boy.” You poked your tongue out, feeling cheerful and far less anxious thanks to him. He grinned in reply and finally opened the door.

“Oh! This is... So cuuuuute!” You almost squealed, for you were welcomed by the sight of Kaiser, the huge Cane Corso Arthur’s had brought home one night, sitting in front of the door with his mouth open in a big smile and with his drooling tongue hanging, “Come here big boy!” You called him, kneeling on the floor without minding your wedding dress now that your fur baby was here. Kaiser did not need to be asked twice: he walked to you and put his huge head between your frail hands to get his scratches, looking at you with so much love in his hazel eyes you could not resist smooching his wet snout “I can’t believe you’ve put a bow tie to my dog!” You laughed, “Look at this distinguished gentleman... He’s gonna steal all the women!” The massive beast barked loudly as to agree with you. You delicately wrapped your arms around his muscular frame to hug him, the sensation of his fur against your face erasing the last bits of anxiety left in you “Oh you’re the most handsome man of the whole family, baby Kaiser... Yes, you are. ”

His tail wagged. Of course, he was!

“Couldn’t participate in the wedding if he wasn’t all fancy, eh. I've also put a fake mustache on his snout but he ate it so I gave up on the idea,” He shrugged, “I thought it would make you laugh and help you relax.”

“Thank you, John! Thank you so much, you’re lovely I swear.” You said, looking at him with your gaze filled with genuine affection all the while cuddling with Kaiser, who seemed to be in paradise judging by his blissfully happy face.

“So — are you ready?” John finally asked.

“Yes, I am.” You replied, then stood up and took a quick look at your reflection in the mirror to fix your long white mane, which had been styled in wavy and adorned with a few diamonds from there and then, giving your hair an otherworldly shine. As you focused on your hairstyle, John rearranged your dress. At one point, he stopped what he was doing to look at you with a dreamy expression.

“You’re stunning, little angel. Fuckin’ bewitching.” He whispered before shaking his head, “Let’s find your man now, eh. Alright?” You nodded, the butterflies in your stomach flying at the sole mention of Arthur.

“I’m ready but before we go can I ask you a favor, John?”

“Anything.”

“You know, I’d have loved my family to be here. Mom would have been prolly crying during the whole wedding in Dad’s arms while my little sister would have thrown white petals at everyone’s face for fun…” You let out a charming but oh-so-sad chuckle “But no matter how fiercely I’ve prayed for it I know they won’t be there. So I’ve got two choices left: either I walk alone to my husband or I ask someone to accompany me.” You had barely finished your sentence when the celeste blue of your eyes dived into the sky blue of his, “I’d like you to escort me down the aisle, John.”

He remained silent, stricken by surprise at such a touching demand. He had not been expecting it. Words were at loss, however, they were not necessary for you to understand his answer: as the sun rays crossed through the windows and enlightened John’s face, you could see the precious shine of one sole crystal tear running down his cheek.

The powerful sound of the organ resonated in the whole church, the vibrations of its melody resounding in Arthur’s chest and making him tremble from within. He was standing in front of the altar with his manly hands interlocked in front of him. For the occasion, he had bought the most elegant and expensive tailored three-piece suit he had ever owned: he was dressed in all black, except for the white shirt he was wearing under. Moreover, Tommy had put some traditional white flowers in the pocket of his vest, while Polly had slipped an emerald pillar pendant around his neck and hid it under his shirt before he entered the church— a marriage blessing, from what he had understood from Polly’s emotional speech. The woman was so proud of her older nephew she could not help but already weep with joy. Arthur nervously glanced at his brother who was standing by his side, slightly in front of him at his best man’s place. Then, his steel-blue eyes shifted from Tommy and searched for his Aunt, who sat a bit further in the audience beside Ada and Finn. To be honest, Arthur’s anxiety kicked in. The more the second passed, the more the unpleasant impression his heart was about to burst from his chest was overwhelming. Nervously spinning one of his silver rings, he tried to control his nerves the best he could but it was harder than he thought: a part of him, admittedly irrational, was terrified by the possibility of you not showing up.

What if you’ve changed your mind? What if you’ve come to the conclusion you did not want him? What if your wedding did not work out, just like his first one? Maybe the problem hadn’t been Linda but him?

As was always the case when he was panicking, his self-whipping thoughts banged together in his skull like a hive of furious buzzing hornets. Nevertheless, Arthur knew, deep down, that you were soul mates and that there was no actual reason for you to flee. What really helped him to calm down though was taking a deep inhale and focusing on the hundred of candles’ flames that were illuminating the room with tiny dancing flames. A comforting wave of warmth almost immediately wrapped his heart as he did, for this church was the place in which you met for the very first time. He still clearly remembers the fire that had lit in his dying soul at the way your fingers grazed him when you had cleaned the blood off his face with a torn piece of your own dress. Not only had you purified his soiled skin, but then you had allowed him to put his head on your thighs and proceeded to pet his hair all the while lulling his demons to sleep with that enchanting voice of yours. From that night, Arthur made a promise to Almighty God, who had been kind enough to answer his prayers and sent him his most precious Angel. And that promise was that he would marry you in this same place to show God how well he would treat you and how happy you would be with him.

The organ roared louder in the church all of a sudden, causing him to refocus.

You were coming.

The gangster straightened his back, quickly slicked his hair back one last time to look perfect for you, and then stared at the church’s heavy wooden doors with both anxiety and anticipation in his eyes. His blood boiled with impatience, for you had been separated for too long because of the traditional “don’t see the bride before the ceremony” the Shelby women — and John — had insisted to establish. That being said, it had been torture for Arthur, who was aching so much from your absence that he felt almost as bad as when he went through rehab. Hands shaking, cold sweat running down his back, breath hitching, Arthur could definitely not live without you by his side. — you were the most exquisite drug ever created, against which even opium could not even compete.

The doors opened and panic rushed even more brutally into his being. At first, he thought he was about to die from a heart attack, but then, all these negative feelings vanished in dust when his piercing blue irises met your tantalizing silhouette. When you erupted from the almost supernatural light that was surrounding you, Arthur widened his eyes and stopped breathing. Here you were, your seductive body adorned with a graceful Greek goddess-inspired dress whose cut let the pale flesh of your back for the world to see while also forming a graceful and long wedding cape that was cascading down your shoulders. The whiteness of your outfit, equaling the wonderful snow-like color of your hair, was enhanced with gold jewels: armbands and a choker. One look at you was all it took for Arthur to feel the stinging of uncontrollable tears dawning in his eyes, for a tsunami of emotions had crashed in his soul at such a holy sight. As you walked to the altar at John’s arm, the wind blew in the church and made your cape dance behind you. For a few seconds, Arthur was convinced he saw wings in your back. Mighty feathery wings.

Divine. It was the only word that came into his mind when he watched you breaking the distance between you. And the more you approached, the more he was stunned by your ethereal beauty. So stunned he had to keep himself from falling on his knees at your feet, deeming himself unworthy of standing in front of such a pure seraph. Even Tommy, whose resentment for you was a secret to none, found himself in awe at your pulchritude. He, along with the groom, had to blink several times to make sure they were not dreaming.

Your glossy lips stretched in an enamored smile overflowing with emotions when you looked at your future husband: he was so charming in his suit that you fell in love with him for a second time. Your grip tightened around John’s arm for your heartbeat quickened until you finally rejoined Arthur. As soon as you reached him, the tall gangster took you by the hands — yours: small, delicate, and freezing. His: large, calloused, and burning. You dived into each other’s eyes, and the rest of the world disappeared.

“You’re so handsome.” You whispered, causing an adorable pink shade to blossom on your soon-to-be husband’s cheeks.

“C-Come on. Did ye see yer own reflection? Ye took me fookin breath away, Angel.” His hoarse replied.

“Arthur, we’re in a church.” You discreetly snorted.

“Oh Fook. I mean shi— Whatever.” He slightly stuttered. At this moment, it did not matter that he was a grown man in his mid-thirties: he felt like a flustered teenager in front of his first crush all over again. And to be true, so you were — to the point you both did not hear much of what the priest was saying, for you were far too hypnotized by each other’s presence as well as fighting hard against the urge of devouring each other’s lips. The only moment you both came back to your senses was when you had to pronounce your vows.

Then came the final moment.

Arthur Shelby, do you take Heaven Lavey to be your wife? Do you promise to be faithful to her in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love her and to honor her all the days of your life?

I do. He answered with haste. You trapped your lower lip between your teeth, gathering all your strength to hold your emotions, but the crystal tears in your aquamarine eyes betrayed you.

Arthur Shelby, receive this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity. In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.

The caress of your fingers along with the cold sensation of the golden ring on his skin sent shivers down his spine. Observing you as you sealed your love by slipping the ring around his finger, Arthur’s smile grew a bit larger and made his teary eyes squint, digging adorable crowfeet at their corners.

You can kiss the bride.

The priest’s last words brought him back to life — that’s what he had been waiting for what seemed to be an eternity. Unable to wait any longer, the gangster brought one hand to your cheek and broke the excruciating distance between your lips until they crashed together under a thunder of applause. The feathery caress of his moustache on your skin mixed with the sensation of his eager mouth warmed you all over. Arthur deepened the kiss by parting his lips slightly so that his tongue could find its way to yours and give it a gentle stroke. But while hungry, the press of his mouth remained chaste. Carried away by his softness, you felt your body flickering in his arms, as fragile as the church’s candle flames.

You were his, he told it to himself. And he was yours. All yours until death tears you apart.

No, fuck that Reaper cunt he thought, even Death would not keep him apart from you.

The hundreds of candles and lanterns that were scattered through all Arrow House’s garden enlightened the night with their warm hue. Shortly before the wedding, the Shelby family suggested hosting the party in Tommy’s Mansion rather than in your place for practical matters. By celebrating your marriage in Arrow House, all the family and, by extension, friends, could reunite together without having to drive for miles. Moreover, the mansion was far bigger than your and Arthur’s house, which made the place far more convenient for partying. For the event, all of Arrow House and its gargantuan garden had been decorated with lights, candles of every kind, white drapes, and flower wreaths that gave the place a supernatural atmosphere. The cheerful cacophony of chatter and music hovered above the garden as the guests were indulging themselves with food, alcohol, and innocent fun. Even Officer Kat Wilson, who had been invited following her implication in your release from prison, spent the whole night partying with the Shelby family. Surprisingly enough, no one dared to disrupt the celebration with illegal activities. Just a few bets here and there. The only incident to declare had been the moment when Arthur, faithful to himself, almost smashed someone’s head in the wedding cake —he got angry when one of the guests looked at your cleavage—. However, if Arthur failed with ruining the cake it had not been Kaiser’s case, who ate half of it by himself.

“Where are Arthur and Heaven? Can’t believe the bride and the groom had disappeared!” Polly asked Tommy and Ada, visibly unhappy. The latter was a bit tipsy judging by the red shade of her cheeks and the glass of champagne in her perfectly manicured hand.

“Last time I’ve seen them they were dancing with flower crowns on their heads,” She hiccoughed, “I nearly died from laughing. Arthur. With a flower crown. It was so sweet and ridiculous!”

“That ain’t fun, Ada. I really need to find those stupid lovebirds. I swear I’m going bonkers: first Arthur’s tantrum, then Kaiser ruining the wedding cake, and now the newlyweds are late for the picture!” She complained. Overall, it had been Aunt Polly who made sure everything ran smoothly, hence her discontentment.

Tommy rolled his eyes at his sister’s inebriation, then he squeezed her shoulder with his large hand, “I think your question will find its answer really soon, Pol.” He stated with his quiet and deep voice as his turquoise eyes caught sight of your silhouette walking toward them, holding Arthur by the hand. You were both exchanging glances and light enamored laughters.

As surprising as it sounded, Thomas Shelby and you had managed to put your mutual hatred aside for the sake of the wedding. Of course, you were carefully avoiding each other the best you could, but when you were together in inevitable family moments, your exchanges remained polite.

Polly turned to you with her eyebrows furrowed and pressed her fists on her hips with an angry- mother expression when you and Arthur joined the small group.

“Ah! There you are! The photographer has been fuming for half an hour! Where have you been?” She scolded.

“We really need a map. This place is a fookin’ maze eh. We got lost.” Arthur tried to justify himself, his fingers firmly intertwined with yours, “I mean I wanted to show her the mansion but hey, I quite forgot which way to go and —“

“Arthur?” Polly cut him.

“Eh?”

“Your fly.” She simply stated. Holding much power, those two tiny words made Arthur almost jump. He let go of your hand in one vivid movement.

“OH FOOKIN HELL!” His gravel voice exclaimed when he looked down at his trousers. He quickly zipped the fly up under Ada’s hysterical laugh and Tommy’s mocking smirk. Admittedly, you could not help but giggle too for his reaction had been quite priceless. Oh Arthur, you thought. The only one who was not laughing was Polly, who looked at him with such a desperate face that you were sure she was about to facepalm herself. Or slap his face, it depended on her mood.

“Men and their cock, I swear. Look at you, idiot,” She said affectionately, “Your hair is all messed up! You’re going to look awful in your wedding pic!” She growled, grabbing her oldest nephew to rearrange both his hair and his tie.

“Don’t be mean Pol, he just needed to release the pressure.” You said, watching the scene with a faint smile on your juicy and glossy lips still swollen from Arthur’s lustful kisses, “The whole speech thing worried him.”

“Mmmpff— true.” He grunted, embarrassed.

“Yeah of course.” The beautiful Ada started before coming to you and smoothing the folds of your goddess dress with a teasing grin “What a long and difficult way to say you just wanted to give him a blowjob.” She teased.

“Piss off Ada.” You gently retorted, rolling your eyes in a fake outraged pout, “let’s take that picture before Polly strangle us all.”

“OI. Everyone fucking gather together for the picture! Bring the damn dog too!” Tommy yelled to the crowd, “John! Made them pose in front of the mansion!” Orders flew and Peaky Blinders were soon taking the crowd in charge to help the photographer take the most perfect picture he could take. When everyone was ready, he pushed the button of his camera and, in a blinding flash, captured the most beautiful moment of your whole life in a picture you would cherish like the apple of your eye.

“We… We really should … Like… At least try to get in bed.” You giggled, your cheeks still adorned with a pink blush. Admittedly, talking had become quite a challenge after the second bottle of wine.

“Not gonna lie, love, I can’t fookin’ get up for the life of me.” Arthur pulled you closer against his bare chest and slipped one hand into your messy long hair, not willing to move. The tenderness of his caresses made your whole body relax and you melted in the warmth of his freckled skin. To hell with the bed, you thought, the floor would do the trick.

When the party had come to an end, Arthur had carried you bridal-style to one of the mansion’s magnificent bedrooms, despite being completely drunk. The whole walk had been tedious with poor Arthur staggering in the stairway, but you could not have cared less — you were as wasted as he was and could not walk anymore. Maybe the alcohol contest with Kat and Uncle Charlie had not been such a great idea after all… Once you reached the bedroom, Arthur and you collapsed on the large fur rug that was on the wooden floor and clumsily took off each other’s clothes between heated kisses and steamy moans. He had impatiently waited for the wedding night, calling you “Mrs. Shelby” and “me lovely wife” all the way. That being said, a few intoxicated chuckles had embellished the symphony of your love when alcohol made one of you missed the other’s lips. No one could tell how many hours went by nor how many times you made love — Not even you. You were only coming back to your senses now that you were both snuggling naked on the floor, your legs entangled and your mind still clouded with your latest orgasm.

“I don’t want this wonderful day to end,” Arthur said, his gruff voice finally breaking the comfortable and peaceful silence that had settled in the room. A slow and long exhale escaped from your nostrils at his words before you laid lazy kisses on his chest. Your lips, still hungry for him despite your drowsiness, trailed up until they reached the golden cross pendant he was always wearing. A shiver ran down his spine when you took it between your full lips and looked up to his eyes through your Bambi lashes, “Fook — you make me so… Happy.”

“And I’ll do my best to keep you happy every day of your life.” You replied after a little while, setting the pendant free from your tantalizing mouth. “That was a pretty successful day.”

“It was, eh.” Arthur softly smiled at your words, his piercing blue eyes enjoying your mesmerizing beauty and his long fingers gently massaging your scalp, “We got a letter and a bouquet from Mrs. Solomons, y’know. She wanted to come but her husband’s back was hurting too much. ”

“Oh yes? Rosie is a sweetheart.”

“And her husband’s a cunt.” He growled, “Bloody bastard.”

“I know right? But she’s great. She’s been teaching me so many interesting things about feminism! Really made me want to attend her next meeting!”

“Women… You’re all going to overpower us one day.” Arthur said, his voice tinted with amusement. His free hand quickly grabbed the bottle of whisky that was next to him and took a mouthful of alcohol.

“It would not be a bad thing,” You pressed a kiss against his chin and he hummed in response, delighted by the way you showered him with tenderness. Arthur would have been purring under your touch if he had been able to do so. It just felt good — so good the whole world could have gone down in flames he wouldn’t mind as long as you kept pampering him like you were doing. You made him feel loved. You made him feel at peace… And God knows how much he needed that. “Especially for Michael. Have you seen his girlfriend Nora? She looked exhausted.”

“She just gave birth to her second child. Of course, she’s exhausted, love.” He said. His hand, which had been playing with your hair until then, slowly ran down your naked back.

“Hm.” That was all you replied, for you felt Michael’s girl was more than just physically exhausted. Something was definitely off in their relationship, but you did not want to mingle. “Their daughter is lovely, though.”

“She is.”

Another silence fell in the bedroom, only embellished by the relaxing cracking of the woods burning in the hearth. Both of you had closed your eyes, slowly drifting away into Morpheus’ kingdom.

“Angel?” He called you with a sleepy voice.

“Yes, Arthur?” You answered, dozing off.

“ I’d love to have kids with ye, eh. Little white-haired and blue-eyed us running barefoot in the forest… Little embodiments of our love brightening our life.” His voice was merely a whisper now for he was slowly falling asleep, “I’ve always wanted to be a dad… but thought I was too messed up for that.”

“You aren’t.” You smiled and let your fingers lazily graze his skin, your nails crossing through his chest hairs and ending their race on his heart, right where his tattoo was “I want it too Arthur. I want it too.”

Sleep made the last word of your sentence die on your lips. Now, the hullabaloo of the party was no more. All the remaining noises were the harmonious murmurs of your slow breathings and the lullaby sung by the fire, which had never been so comforting.

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Joel Miller x F!Reader

Title: Pretty and Burned

PART 2: Burned but Still Pretty

Warning(s): None. Age gap.

Authors Note: songs were not released in 2003, however, this story takes place in 2003. I do not own the rights to the songs. Songs were requested by Anonymous reader.

Songs used: reader sings Kat Hasty’s “Pretty Things” song they dance to is “Burns like Her” by Randall King. Songs are underlined and linked, lyrics are italicized.

Cigarette smoke left behind a haze, and the smell of alcohol filled your nostrils. You imagined most of the cigarette haze was from you; you had a Marlboro red between your lips. With each long drag, you would exhale, and feel more calm. Box breathing— with a twist.

The manager of the bar walked up to you, “Your up in ten. Tonight we have a tough crowd.” He said and he patted you on the back.

Being a singer and a songwriter was your dream. Sitting on tour buses, writing music, and pretty much being a drifter— was your dream. Your mom and dad, well, they weren’t worth thinking about. The childhood you had wasn’t worth carrying the baggage, so you started a clean slate.

You rolled from town to town, but Austin was always your home. And you came back to it to test your luck here. Your attire was different than what most of the women around here wore. Of course you had the chunky turquoise jewelry on your fingers and around your neck.

Your wrist tattoos were on full display, and smirked at the site of them. Everyone always had to comment on your tattoos- either they liked them or hated them.

The bar manager held up three fingers, signaling you only had three minutes to get your ass up on stage. You opened your guitar case and it creaked loudly. The site of your guitar made you shiver— there was one thing in this world you adored and it was your guitar. It had the same design you had on your wrist, and you and the instrument were quite the pairing.

This guitar was given to you by an older couple who took you in here in Austin. They gave you your own bedroom, and made you promise when you made it big, to always remember them. But how could you forget them? They gave you a better chance at life than your parents did. Mentally, you waved the thought away.

You stubbed out your cigarette, took a drink from your beer, and pulled the strap of your guitar above your head. “Alright ladies and gents, give it up for Y/N Y/L/N!”

A round of applause erupted in the bar room. You waved as you took your seat on stage, “Hey y’all, I’m back with a incomplete new song. It’s called “Pretty Things”, so I hope you like it.”

You began strumming the strings of your guitar, and your heart raced until you sang the first set of lyrics:

“You said that I drank too much

The tattoos on my skin are not your style”

You closed your eyes and thought about anything but the faces that were staring up at you. They were the same faces you have stared at for months, but your stage fright never seemed to completely fade.

“And you didn't like cigarette on my kiss

Well, I hope that's something you miss

'Cause I'm not slowing down for awhile.”

An all too familiar face walked into the bar and waved at you. Tommy Miller had become a good friend of yours— he was a couple years older, but he acted like he was your age— 20.

Your gaze fell on the person behind him; Tommy hit him on the chest, “That’s her. She’s the one I’ve been telling you ‘bout.”

You focused on Tommy, because somehow, his mere presence calmed you.

“I've been desperate to fix what we've been

But some things need to stay broken

Realized you're not worth me trying to hide”

The man behind Tommy looked similar to him tan, dark and handsome. He had a strong build, he was somewhat muscular, and you could tell he was a tough one. His dark eyes stared up at you, and he gave you a small nod— somewhat introducing himself from across the bar.

Just the sight of him made your heart race. He was undeniably handsome, and rough looking. Definitely your type, but definitely older. You could tell by his demeanor that he didn’t really want to be here, but Tommy always had a way with coercion.

With a smile and a wink, you continued to sing on to the chorus.

'Cause I'm never gonna be

Your southern Texas wannabe beauty queen

And I'm never gonna be

Your red dress, long leg, blonde hair southern dream

I know I'm more than just the pretty things

And that's alright by me, yeah.”

You finished strumming the rest of the tune, and when you stood up a round of applause filled the bar. Tommy and the guy that was with him cheered you on, and with a bow, you thanked the bar room.

Tommy raced up to you and pulled you into a bear hug. “Y/N! Great song. But why was it short?” He questioned and you smiled. “And what’s with that shirt? It’s a little revealing, yeah?” Tommy took his jacket off and pulled it over you. He was also like a big brother.

You rolled your eyes, and pushed his jacket away. “It’s called fashion, T. As for your other question: it’s not finished yet. I needed you to help me finish the next set of lyrics like you did on the last song.” You teased, and he shoved his hands into his pockets.

“Beginners luck.” He replied and you cleared your throat and motioned for him to introduce you to his friend.

Tommy brought the man closer you, “Y/N, this is my big brother Joel. And Joel this is my sister from another mister, Y/N.” He said in a “trying” to be cool voice.

Joel stuck out his hand, “Nice to meet ya. Great song by the way.”

You could feel your face heat up, and you took his hand in yours. He had a firm hand shake and an intense gaze, “Pleasure’s all mine. And Thanks. It’s not finished yet, but I’m hopin’ to finish it tonight.” You replied and patted your guitar.

Joel’s eyes were fixated on your guitar, “That’s a nice guitar ya got there. May I?” He asked gesturing to hold it.

You pulled the strap over your head, “Course. You play?”

When the guitar hit his hands he sat down, got into position and started playing a random tune. “Yeah, I know my way ‘round a guitar. I got one of my own at home.”

With an ounce of courage you smiled, “Maybe sometime you can show it to me. And we can play some tunes.” You said and before he could answer you, the manager of the bar called you over.

You excused yourself from the two men, and went over to the manager.

Tommy smacked Joel’s shoulder, “She’s into you. Y’all would make a good pairing. She’s gorgeous. She sings—”

Joel cut his brother off before he could finish, “And she’s young .”

“She’s 20. About to be 21.” Tommy shrugged his shoulders, but Joel shook his head.

“I’m 35. With a twelve year old daughter. She could be my daughter’s sister for crying out loud.” Joel explained and Tommy rolled his eyes.

Joel stared at you talking to the manager. You were beautiful. Fun. Witty. Had a good voice. But too young to want to be with someone who was sixteen years older, and had a kid. Too much baggage for someone so ambitious and young.

You caught Joel staring at you, and you gave him a small wave. When the manager finished talking to you about singing the next couple of nights, you walked back over to the brothers.

“Hey Tommy, you should go get me a beer.” You said and Tommy practically jumped from the barstool.

“Yes, your highness.” He said with a bow, and you elbowed him in the chest. You took Tommy’s spot, and leaned against the counter.

Joel chuckled, “Seems you got him wrapped around your finger.”

You shook your head, “He’s a good friend. I’d do anything for him.”

Joel nodded, you cared about his brother— added bonus points. Your legs didn’t fully touch the ground so you leaned forward on the stool, and kicked your legs back and forth. “About earlier— when am I gonna see that guitar of yours?”

He smiled at your forwardness, “When my kid isn’t home.” Joel said honestly and you pursed your lips and nodded.

“Honest. That’s respectable. I like that.” You looked into his dark brown eyes, and hopped off the barstool. He raised his eyebrow when you held out your hand, “At least dance with me cowboy.”

Joel smiled and took your hand in his, and you led him through the crowd. Of course by the time you found an open space, a slow song took over the speakers, “Well, looks like a slow song. We can sit down if you want.” You suggested, and Joel shook his head. He brought you close to his body, and took your left hand in his. Joel led you in a simple two step dance, and you smiled. “I’m impressed- you know how to two step.”

“It’s been awhile.” He replied.

Give me something that burns like her

Give me something that hurts like heaven

The two of you focused on the beat of the music and the lyrics.

That kind of fire in my heart, leaving smoke in my shirt

I'll take it any way I can get it

The silence was loud between the two of you— until you spoke up. “What do you do for a livin’?” You asked.

“I’m a carpenter. What about you?” He asked, and you shrugged.

“A little bit of everything. I bartend, and the manager here pays me to play. I hustle in pool.” You replied as you named off what you could.

Joel nodded to your response, “Do you sing too?” You asked him and again, he nodded.

“Yeah. I do. If I didn’t get married so young I wanted to do what you were doing. Had a love for music when I was a boy.” He said and he spun you around.

When you were back against his body, you smiled. “Maybe we can sing a song up there together. Open mic nights are on Saturdays.” You suggested and he nodded.

“I’d like that.”

His eyes were a dark brown, and the neon light illuminated the small smile lines on his face. He must smile a lot, that’s a good sign. The feeling of his calloused hands against yours made your heart flutter, and then his other hand fell from your shoulder to your waist. You had just met this man, and somehow, he made you feel safe against his touch.

Joel felt it too- it was like an electrical shock that went from his hand all the way to his heart. You kept looking down at your feet, it was a nervous reaction that you felt underneath his gaze. Your black Stetson covered a majority of your face, and Joel took his hand and gently lifted your chin upward. He felt like being risky and brave tonight.

“Don’t be shy now.” He said as he brought you closer into his body.

You stared up into his eyes and felt like your heart was going to explode out of your chest. Now your chest was flush against his, and he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. He spun you around, and pulled you back into his body.

Joel never did these sort of things; he never danced so intimately with someone he just met. But you were different and he could feel that, you had charmed him all the way to the dance floor.

The two of you had stopped dancing and were staring into each other’s eyes. The other people on the dance floor maneuvered around the two of you:

This feeling that I'm feeling right now

Like it's been forever, chasing it down

Slowly, he removed your stetson, and hovered his lips over yours. Joel was testing the waters, but you were too eager. Standing on your tip toes, you pressed a kiss to Joel’s lips. They were softer than they had appeared, and his hands wrapped around your waist, he held your hat firmly against you.

His lips moved quickly against yours, and all you could do was smile in the kiss. This was all too new for you- kissing a man you had just barely met, and genuinely enjoying every second of it. Was it bad to be falling for someone this quickly?

Give me something that burns like her

Something that burns like her.

When you pulled away from him, you were breathless. He too, was trying to catch his breath, and out of nervousness, your bit your bottom lip. “I’m sorry- I just got caught up in the moment.” You said, and Joel rubbed the back of his neck.

“Don’t be- I uh. I enjoyed it. Haven’t felt that way in a long time.” He said and he handed you your hat. You ran your fingers over the felt on the brim of the hat. “I don’t do this often, and I’m never this forward, but do you want to go someplace else, and just talk?” You questioned, and Joel smiled.

“I would like that.” He said and you put your stetson back on.

“Awesome. Uh, let me go get my guitar and we can go.” You left Joel behind, and you could feel his gaze on your figure. This made you give your hips a little more sway.

Tommy watched this all unravel from a distance, and when he knew you were out of view, he walked over to his brother. “I told you she was something else. She’s a good person, Joel. Young, yes, but the world hasn’t been too kind to her.”

Joel looked at his brother and gave him a small smile. “I thought you two would hit it off, I just didn’t think you’d kiss her so soon.” Tommy said with a chuckle, and he clapped Joel’s back.

Joel watched as you placed your guitar back in the case. He never considered getting into another relationship- hook ups were okay, but his main focus was Sarah.

He never had time for these little excursions that Tommy would try to plan. But tonight, he wanted to get to know you more. When he seen you on that stage, he was drawn to you like a moth is drawn to a flame. The question that remained in the back of his mind was: are you going to burn him too?

His marriage didn’t last, so would this go any further? He didn’t have the time to think any more about the what ifs, because you were already coming back to him. Who would’ve thought this would be the best night of his life before the world went to hell in a handbasket.

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