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ikinremu · 1 year ago

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I don’t know if your still doing story rqs or not but I would love a possessive!tommy shelby x innocent!reader.

idea: thomas saw a guy flirting with reader but was to innocent to know it, or notice it—reader does know about sex and other shit, just didn’t really understand it.

Hi anon! Tysm for requesting, hope you enjoy! Also, just to let everyone know that if you have requested, I will be working on it I’m just working through a lot of requests atm so bear with me!! <3

My Property

Tommy Shelby x Fem!Reader

! Smut Warning !

Tags: Innocence, Virgin!reader, Fingering, Unprotected sex, P in V, Multiple orgasms, Praise, Possessive/jealousy, Praise, Cream Pie

"What can I getcha, miss?" Came the low, hoarse voice of the bartender, burnt cigarette faltering in his mouth.

"An Old Fashioned, please." You smiled politely, shuffling a little atop the rickety old stood, resting your hands upon the bar's scuffed surface.

The man returned the smile, accompanied by a nod of understanding. His gaze seemed to linger on your face for a moment, fingers swiping the cigarette from between his lips. His eyes never once faltered from your own as his mouth puffed out a cloud of foggy smoke, and he stubbed it out on a nearby ashtray accordingly.

"Rough day?" He inquired, the broad span of his back facing you as he reached over the bar's vast array of contents, seizing whichever components he needed.

"Not particularly, no." You smiled.

"Just figured somethin' had to bring a beautiful woman like you 'ere." He spun to face you once more, laying all intent to the way he studied your expression. He leant forward quite the distance, pouring out your requested drink, gaze never leaving yours.

His words caught you rather off guard, making you stumble over your own slightly, "Oh- um, just fancied a drink, I suppose."

At that, he slid the glass into your open hands, "Here you are."

"Thank you." You gave a honey-like smile, raising the glass to your lips.

As you did so, the man turned once more, slotting the previously retrieved bottles back into their correct places. Glass clinked together, and one particularly large bottle slipped from the shelf, just barely saved from smashing by his splayed hands.

He let out an exhale of relief as he seized the bottle, assuring it remained firmly in place this time.

"That's not like me." He chuckled to himself, pivoting back round in your direction, "I'm usually good with my hands."

He followed the sentence with an obnoxiously bold wink, which you unknowingly ignored, allowing it to fly right by.

There was a moment of drawn out silence as you nodded politely in response, "Well I'd hope so in a job like this."

His brows creased ever so slightly, and he cleared his throat once more.

"Guess I must've been.. distracted." He accentuated the very last word, wetting his lips. You felt his eyes roam over your entirety, lingering over your chest specifically.

With a small nod, you indulged in another sip from your drink, brows furrowed slightly. You could feel his gaze trained upon your mouth as your lips met the top of the glass.

It only then became apparent that you ought to return to your table - you'd become entirely too caught up with polite conversation.

"I best get back." You smiled, hand cupping your beverage as you shuffled atop your barstool.

His disappointment was blatant, "Leavin' so soon?"

Your gaze spun back to the table you'd been at until only recently. John and Arthur were cackling about God knows what, and Tommy sat beside, smirking, although it appeared he was a little more focused on yourself than the accompaniment of his chortling brothers.

"Ah, I see." He observed, voice a low rumble as your swivelled back toward him, "They seem like they're coping." He chuckled, "Maybe I can convince you to ditch them for the night, hm?"

"No need for that." Tommy's voice cut through like a blade from behind you, making you jump out of your skin for a brief moment. He stepped close beside you, the scrutiny of his stare channelled upon nothing but the bartender.

An obvious, frustrated exhale escaped the man, "I think the lady can make up her own mind, don't you?"

From the very corner of your eye, you observed the tight tick of his jaw.

"Listen, darlin, if you want a good time you know where to find me." He bargained on.

Irritation painted Tommy's face - although you couldn't quite resolve the puzzle as to why he was so agitated by the man offering you company; he seemed nice enough.

He was practically glaring at the bartender by now, his eyes struggling to leave as he nodded in the loose direction away from the counter, signalling the pair of you should make your way back.

As you hopped off the rickety, wooden stool, your eyes travelled back and forth between the two men, "Uh, thank you for the company." You offered a sweet - more so polite - smile, followed shortly by yourself and Tommy heading back.

"I think we should leave." He spoke, monotone as ever, "Arthur and John will be fine."

It was as though he knew you'd ask of them.

It wasn't particularly late, however you didn't fancy bargaining and in all honesty, you had no problem with leaving early.

Tommy's hand planted suddenly upon the small of your back, guiding the pair of you to exit out into the cool evening air.

A chill whisked over your face as you walked, "I don't understand why you're so upset."

"I'm not upset." He exhaled as the both of you ambled into the familiar, locked door of the betting office.

"Well, judging by the way you're jamming that poor key into the lock, I'd say otherwise." You mumbled, stood uncomfortably beside him, watching as he forced the key over until the lock finally clicked, turning it and shoving the door open, "You looked like you wanted to throttle that bartender."

He let out a scoff, raising a brow a little as he turned to face you specifically, shutting the door the very moment you strode inside.

"I thought he seemed nice.." You uttered, accompanied by a genuine sense of confusion, "Friendly."

Tommy's eyes flickered across your face, from feature to feature; practically drinking you in, "You weren't gonna entertain the bastard, were you?"

You simply furrowed a brow, "What do you mean?"

He wet his lips, another blatant sigh escaping him, "Clearly thinks he was in with a chance, I don't want you doin' something you'll come to regret, eh?"

Somehow, his words were rather sudden to your ears, and it was a secret to no one that you were confused.

"He was gonna use you to get off, we both know you deserve more than that, don't you?" He leaned in a little as the words floated from his lips, the heat of his breath caressing your skin.

Your breath caught in your throat, hitching at the utter proximity of it all, and his hand found your waist suddenly. You were stunned, losing a single, soft gasp upon the feeling of the possessive squeeze he offered.

"Tell me you want this." His mouth mumbled, a mere inch from your ear.

An ambush of butterflies fluttered through your stomach, and you just couldn't deny his words, "..I want this."

"That's right, my fuckin' girl." Tommy grumbled, snaking a callous hand beneath your skirt, sliding slowly up your thigh, "Mine to touch, eh?"

A shiver coursed down your spine; intoxicated by the way he looked at you with such possession. Greedily, his fingers splayed over your thigh, inching nearer and nearer to the place you were most sensitive.

Your teeth sunk into the pillow of your bottom lip as one single, gentle finger brushed over your silken underwear.

"Acting so innocent, but you're fucking soaked." Tommy chuckled, beginning to trace subtle circles around your clit through the material, "Needy, eh?"

The way his fingers moved felt unbelievable, like nothing you'd ever experienced before. It was entirely new, and you didn't want it to end.

As though reacting to the unfamiliar sensations, your back hollowed an arch from the door, drenched cunt pressing against the motions of his hand, drawing a chuckle from his lips.

"Feels good, hm?" He taunted, lips curving into a prideful smirk as his digits crept beneath your underwear, hooking the silk hand and tugging it aside quickly.

A loud, breathy sound left your mouth as his fingertips came in contact with your bare, sensitive pussy.

"You want more, love?" He raised a brow, aware and deliberate of the question he knew the answer to, the strain of his own arousal increasing as he watched the way your face twisted in pleasure.

You nodded, "Mhm."

Tommy trailed his touch down your soaked cunt, pulling yet another gasp from your lips as he slipped one finger between your folds. You cursed under your breath, unable to resist as he slid a single, skilful finger inside you.

He watched your eyes flutter shut, overwhelmed and pouring heavy breaths. Your cunt twitched around him as he so slowly slipped another finger beside the first.

"That's it, fucking feel it, eh?" He whispered, voice low and raspy.

Easing in, Tommy began to move his grouped digits inside you, reaching a spot so sensitive it was made simply impossible to restrain your whine.

"Oh fuck.."

"Look at that sweet little cunt squeezing my fingers.." He breathed, "Mine."

Your arousal further soaked his hand as his fingers thrust at a tortuous pace, finally beginning to quicken, gaze focused solely on yours; the way in which you reacted.

The warm, though rough, pad of his thumb pressed itself to the swell of your clit, toying with the pressure as his digits moved faster, curling and pumping in and out in a way that had your chest heaving.

"Please.." You murmured. You weren't at all accustomed to this new feeling, rather like a knot building in your stomach.

"I know, love," Tommy encouraged, "You like the way my fingers fuck that tight little cunt, hm?" He smiled, only further fuelled by the sight of you losing composure at his touch, "Come for me."

His words snapped the tightly-wound knot in your stomach, and a wave of intense pleasure stormed your entirety - no trace of mercy.

Tommy's hand didn't halt, maintaining his pace as you came undone, guiding you through the release.

Your thighs trembled desperately around him, the feeling dying down, an air of euphoria about you.

Slipping his fingers from the heat of your pussy, he pressed his forehead against your own, eyes flickering and locking onto yours. Finally, his mouth connected with yours, lips soft and warm - enticing your body to the feel of his as he deepened the kiss. His hands gripped at your waist, stumbling back without shattering the embrace, the pair of you shuffling into the centre of the betting office.

The kiss grew hungrier by the second, his tongue gliding between your lips, he assisted you in perching atop his - usefully - wellkept desk. His hand snaked a path between your weakened thighs, parting them.

As you moved your mouth desperately against his, you felt the movements of his dark, certainly costly trousers being unclasped, followed immediately by the sound of fabric crumpling. He tore back from the kiss, breathing ever so heavily as he wrapped his fist tightly around his cock, throbbing against his palm.

"Going to let me ruin that sweet fucking cunt, aren't you?" He grumbled, to which you gave a delicate nod. "Ready?"

The subject of your gaze switched, roaming downward to the sight. Tommy's large, veiny hand grasping his erection. To say you couldn't quite process it would be a vast understatement.

"Yes." You nodded, fingertips digging firmly into the desk as he stood before you. He lined up the thick, pulsing head of his cock with your sopping entrance, one hand planted loosely to the small of your back.

With a low, hoarse sounding groan, he slid inside the warmth of your cunt. At a volume you hadn't yet reached, you gasped, adjusting to the feel of him inside you, a sharp moan rolling off your tongue.

"Fucking hell," He exhaled, "You feel incredible."

His cock twitched within you, your hands instinctively flying to the broad of his back for support. Tommy pulled his hips back, then forward, thrusting so very slowly into you as floods of soft whimpers fled your throat.

"You're mine, eh?" He groaned, controlling his hips at a divine pace, "And I take care of what belongs to me."

Clutching helplessly onto his waist-coat clad shoulders, your breaths grew shallower and far more frantic as he picked up the pace. The desk wavered beneath your bodies, suffering from the impact of the pair of you working with one and other.

"My property." He whispered, bare hips bucking hungrily against yours, as though a craving overcame him. "No one touches my property."

A shiver shot down your spine, pussy squeezing greedily at his length, his cock reaching perfectly deep.

"Fuck.." You practically heaved out, unable to prevent your whimpers as his tip struck repeatedly against your g-spot.

"That's it." Tommy praised, bright eyes rolling back for the span of one brief moment as he slammed his hips against yours, "You take my cock so well.."

Your cunt soaked his cock further as it stroked back and forth at a fulfilling pace, room swarmed with the sound of skin colliding and frantic breathing.

The thick, pulsing head of his cock struck repeatedly against your g-spot as his pace fell sloppier, clearly losing composure as you squeezed him.

"Fuck.." He grumbled, "So good."

Fingertips digging into his lower back, you felt Tommy tremor beneath your touch, his hips bucking with far less control. Once more, his fingers crept toward the heat of your pussy, pressing the perfect level of pressure to your clit.

A newly familiar sensation began to build in your stomach, bringing your teeth to bite down on your lower lip; overwhelmed by the combined feelings of Tommy’s thrusts working with his fingers to bring you closer to a second release.

“Shit,” He groaned, “Gonna fill up that sweet fuckin’ cunt, hm?”

“So good.. Please..” You practically babbled out, mouth falling open with a breathy moan.

Abruptly, the very same tidal wave of pleasure washed over your body, although far more intense this time. Your soaked, overstimulated cunt twitched around his deep, pulsing cock.

“That’s it.” He encouraged, jolting his hips at a divine pace as he fucked you through the release, feeling your nails push down against his waist-coat.

Eyelids fluttering over his eyes, Tommy slipped a raspy, broken groan. A spurt of warmth filled you suddenly, pooling within your drenched pussy as he breathed heavily. The pair of you struggled to catch your breath.

He stroked one warm, callous palm over your cheek ever so softly, though contrasted with possession, “Mine to ruin, eh?”

Thank you for reading and hope you enjoyed! As I said, I’m working through a lot of requests so thank you for your patience if you’ve sent one in <3

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yezzyyae · 2 years ago

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Omgg who would be the Boss 🫣 I say Thomas Shelby he always was 10 steps ahead of everybody else.

Now this team up....this is something else

#james st patrick #ghost #power starz #omari hardwick #mad men #jon hamm #thomas shelby #tommy shelby #peaky blinders #cillian murphy

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mypoisonedvine · 2 years ago

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Tommy’s teenage love, whom he got separated from when he went to france.. Sad, bitter and heartbreaking end for them.

But now years later he sees her again, and the tension is 👀👀

I know this doesn't have to be dark but of course I made it a little dark 🤣 tommy just can't take no for an answer...

warnings: DUBCON DARK SMUT 18+ ONLY!, yandere, infidelity/cucking, breeding

It wasn't until he tried to kiss you, and you backed away, that he really got angry. Up until that point, it seemed like he'd thought the life you'd made for yourself while he was gone was just a minor inconvenience at most-- but your resistance irritated him. You didn't remember being so nervous around him when he was upset.

"Why won't you kiss me?" he asked softly, and you weren't even sure how to answer that question... wasn't it obvious?

"Thomas," you mumbled, "it was nice to catch up, but..."

He tightened his fists as you trailed off, making you feel oddly trapped while standing in your own kitchen. "I kept my promise," he told you firmly. "I never loved anyone else."

"You can't be angry with me," you scoffed. "Tommy, we were children! We didn't understand what any of it really meant--"

"You didn't really love me?" he assumed sharply.

"O-of course I did," you sighed, "Tommy, of course. I loved you so much. But I grew up."

Your fingers absent-mindedly twisted your wedding ring around your finger, guilt stirring in your chest. If you were honest with yourself, you knew you never moved on from Tommy completely-- no one ever forgets their first love. But you'd managed to put it all in the back of your mind, telling yourself that was all over... until you saw him again. Your heart could've stopped, seeing him at your door; it was like seeing him for the first time all over again, even though you could see how unkind the years had been to him.

But you had to shove all those feelings down now, and think of your husband. "You should go," you whispered, "before he gets back."

"I grew up too," he sneered, taking a step closer that made your heart race for multiple, conflicting reasons. "You have no idea the man I am now. People do what I say or they suffer consequences."

You swallowed thickly, horrified to see the darkness in his eyes-- something totally unlike the gentle, passionate young man you'd known all those years ago.

"If I want something, I take it," he continued. "Doesn't matter if it's a horse, or a gun, or another man's wife."

"Tommy," you whimpered, "my husband will be home soon... you need to leave before he comes back."

He stepped closer again, grabbing you and holding you tightly against him when you tried to step away. "Good," he decided flatly. "He can see what a little whore you are when a real man takes you."

He shoved you down onto the table harshly, ignoring your whine of pain as he pushed the bowls and plates out of the way, most of them falling off and shattering; none of that bothered him, he was too busy roughly pulling up your skirts, unfastening his trousers, holding you down. "T-Tommy, please," you choked.

"I know," he sighed, "I know, you need me so badly. How long has it been since anyone properly made love to you, darling? He could never take care of you like I do."

Sliding his fat head through your folds, you choked on a little sob.

"You still get so wet for me," he grinned happily, "still dripping, just like I remember."

Truth be told, your body still responded to him... that couldn't be denied now. You had a natural urge to give in and let him take you, let him bring you the pleasure you hadn't known since he left; but your logic and your dignity kept up the fight, though it was pretty useless against Tommy's strength-- with only one hand, he held you down while he guided his cock to your entrance.

He sighed a heavy, dark sigh of relief as he sheathed himself inside you, relaxing all over like a burden had been lifted off of him. "Oh, love," he purred, rubbing your back soothingly to try to help you stop shaking. "Oh, I'd nearly forgotten... nearly lost the memory entirely of how warm you are inside..."

You, meanwhile, were whimpering and willing your legs not to shake-- you couldn't let him see how much you loved the feeling, how you'd longed to take him inside you again, or he'd never leave you alone.

"My beautiful," he panted, "my darling..."

Setting a rough and desperate pace, his hands grabbed greedily at your body, forcing you to bite down harder on your lip to keep from moaning.

"You wouldn't believe how I missed this," he breathed. "Thought of you every day in France-- only way I survived, thinking of you... said you'd wait for me, love..."

You tried to hold back your tears, all of this bringing back emotions you thought you'd buried forever-- I would've waited for you forever, Tommy, you wanted to say, I wish I had, but I was scared that I'd never see you again.

You didn't say it, though, because you wouldn't be able to keep yourself together. You were struggling enough now, impossibly conflicted by what he was doing to you. For years you'd imagined seeing him again, but it never went quite like this in your head.

"T-Tommy," you managed choke out, and he cooed your name back at you sweetly.

"I know," he offered again, "it's really me, love-- we're really together again. I won't let you go this time."

You hadn't been lying about your husband coming home soon-- maybe Tommy thought you were, as an excuse to make him leave, but you weren't. You sobbed in shame and fear as he unlocked the door and walked in, finding you two in the kitchen with the most (understandably) bewildered look on his face.

Tommy didn't even stop.

"Wha-- Christ?! Who the fuck are you?!" your husband spat out, stammering over himself.

"I'm Tommy fuckin' Shelby," Tommy growled.

"O-oh," your husband choked, stepping back shakily towards the door. You hid your face, unable to look at him, so you only knew he left when you heard the door shut a minute later. Tommy purred and leaned down to rest his head on your back, between your shoulder blades.

"Don't think he's gonna give us any more trouble," Tommy chuckled darkly. "Fuck, love, I'm so close already-- never knew how to control myself with you..."

The way he breathed against your skin-- that hadn't changed at all. You hadn't even realized you remembered it until you heard it, and it was like you were that girl again, the girl he loved so long ago-- but you weren't anymore, or at least, that's what you had thought.

"Almost ready to fill you up nice and deep, hm?"

"Tommy," you choked, tensing up under him, and he groaned happily.

"Can't wait for our little family, darling," he cooed, "all the babies we're gonna have-- like we talked about back then, remember?"

His thrusts came faster and harder, shaking the whole table under you, and you kept hiding your face so you could try to deny your pleasure. Maybe you could hide it from yourself, but it was useless trying to hide it from him.

"I know how badly you need it," he groaned, "how long you've wanted this-- I'm yours, love, all yours again. You'll never have to be away from me again."

You knew what that really meant was that you'd never get a chance to be away from him again. It scared you just as much as it comforted you.

He came deep inside you with a long, low moan-- and for a long time, he just stayed within you, catching his breath. He only pulled out so he could lift you up a bit, turning you to face him, and finally getting you to kiss him this time. You struggled to focus on kissing him back when you could feel his come running down your thighs.

"You were always mine," he informed you with a gentle whisper against your lips. "Doesn't matter whose ring is on your finger. You'll always be mine."

#tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby smut #dark!tommy shelby smut #dark!tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby dark fic #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy smut

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scotianostra · 10 months ago

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Thomas Sean Connery was born in the Fountainbridge area of Edinburgh on 25th August, 1930.

Big Tam, as he was affectionately known around Fountainbridge in his youth, well he was Tommy until his teens, when he shot up in height and stature, at one point he entered a bodybuilding contest, he was 6'2″ at the time, weighed around 14 stone, had a 48-inch chest, 25-inch thigh, and his arms were 15.25 inches.

His first job was as a milkman with the St Cuthbert’s Co-Operative Society in Edinburgh. I would think he would have delivered the milk on a horse drawn carriage, the stables for these horses was in the are he grew up, were in Grove Street, where I used to live the main offices for St Cuthbert’s still stands round the corner on Fountainbridge.

Connery also played football at junior level for Bonnyrigg Rose, my cousin played for them too for several years.

A few more facts about Sean are he has a tattoo on his arm that state “Scotland Forever” he got when he enrolled in the Merchant Navy, he was discharged from that job due to stomach ulcers, between jobs he was a nude model for art students at Edinburgh College of art, again not to far from Fountainbridge. Other jobs he took up were, a lorry driver, a lifeguard at Portobello swimming baths,a labourer and a coffin polisher!

I think it is interesting Connery never strayed far from Fountainbridge in his younger days, indeed when he decided that acting was a career he was going to pursue, it was the nearby Kings Theatre he got a job helping backstage, he was also competing in bodybuilding competitions at this time and while at an event in London he learned that there were auditions being held for South Pacific, he was picked to appear on the chorus line but as the production toured the country he was making his way up the ladder.

By the time it hit Edinburgh he had the part of Marine Cpl Hamilton Steeves and was understudying two of the juvenile leads, and his salary was raised from £12 to £14–10s a week, when the production was reprised the following year he had the lead role on the tour, taking over from the actor Larry Hagman, who played the part in London’s West End.

Connery never looked back from there and of course the role of James Bond catapulted him to international stardom, Ian Fleming though was against him getting the part initially, he said Sean was “unrefined” and not what he had in mind, Sean soon won him over though and Fleming later admitted he was an “ideal” Bond.

A few of the parts Sean either didn’t get or turned down are Gandalf, in the Lord of the Rings series of films, he said he never understood the books and also wasn’t keen on 18 months of filming in New Zealand. He also turned down the chance to play the role of the Architect in The Matrix Reloaded and The Matrix Revolutions. Sean was asked to portray King Edward I in Braveheart, but was too busy working on Another film at the time, Patrick McGoohan took the role instead, I’m sort of glad he never played Longshanks.

His 93rd and last film was 2003’s The League of Extraordinary Gentleman - although he officially retired in 2006, although he was temporarily tempted back to do the voice of Sir Billi in the animated adventure comedy of the same name.

Sir Sean Connery passed away in his sleep on 31st October 2020 at his home in the Bahamas, his son said he had been unwell for some time. The official cause of death was pneumonia, heart failure and old age, his death certificate revealed.

In a career spanning over 50 years, Connery earned an Academy Award, multiple Golden Globes, including the Cecil B. DeMille and Henrietta Awards, as well as two British Academy Film Awards (BAFTA) awards.

I've posted more pics than I normally would, firstly to show that Sean was much more than the first Bond, but also because the Scottish public, had and still have a big connection and love for the big guy.

Sean Connery 25th August 1930 – 31st October 2020.

#scotland #scottish #history #edinburgh #actor

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gaslightwestern · 4 months ago

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Happy STS!! How do you come up with names for your characters? Do you look at baby name lists, base them on words, make them up? What reasoning, if any, do you employ when choosing a name to fit a character?

Thank you so much for the question!

Sometimes I am blessed and characters come with their names when they first pop into my head (i.e. Charlotte). For everyone else, it's a mixture of:

Consulting US Census Data (1840s-1880s)

Biblical names

Spotting interesting names while researching the 19th century and jotting them down

Vibes

When it comes to names (both first and last), it needs to match the character or say something about them. I don't look into the meaning behind names, it's more about the sound and look. For example, Warren and Nathaniel Howard are brothers who couldn't be more different when it comes to their personality, temperament, disposition, and how they interact with the world.

Last names (including fake ones) are equally important. Charlotte uses her middle name "Grace" as her surname in Fort Worth. On the surface it suits her but characters and readers will come to realize her elegant, refined demeanor is an illusion.

I also take potential nicknames into consideration and how the character would feel about them. Captain Samuel Quinn dislikes being called anything but "Sam" but doesn't get fussed when people adhere to formalities. Meanwhile his son, Thomas, absolutely HATES when people call him Tommy. It's the same as calling him "Sam's Boy," which too many do.

#thank you for the ask!#hell's half acre #oc: charlotte #oc: warren #oc: nathaniel #oc: sam #oc: thomas #writeblr #writeblr community #writers on tumblr

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hardly-an-escape · 5 months ago

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starting to think about how I could make Episcopal priest!Tommy work and then I saw this post about a Buckley parent dying...

what if? one of the Buckley parents passes away. Buck and Maddie travel back to Hershey to help plan/attend the funeral and support their remaining parent. the Buckleys are canonically Episcopalians, so obviously that's where the service takes place. their longtime rector at St. Whatever has recently retired, but comes back to preside over the service. (okay I actually looked it up and the church in Hershey is called All Saints which is... kind of the most basic Episcopal church name you could have lmao.)

in the meantime the church has a new interim rector, Fr. Thomas Kinard. he respectfully takes a backseat to his predecessor, but is very present and supportive throughout the process, especially for Buck and Maddie, who don't have as much of a connection to the former priest. (a little background: typically after a priest retires they're encouraged to disconnect from their former church for a time, but for personal services like weddings and funerals, families can often request that a particular beloved pastor perform the service.) maybe the older priest is a little scatterbrained or just kind of checked out, and Tommy does some of the heavy lifting in terms of planning and organization.

I love the idea of Tommy as a professional interim (which is totally a thing). spending a year here and two years there, helping parishes through tricky transitions; unmarried, never settling in one place for long. kind of a pro at being 'all things to all people,' but secretly longing for his place, a home to call his own. maybe he worked in LA for a time and is familiar with the west coast. maybe he came to the priesthood later in life after his own career as a first responder, and he and Buck can bond over that. maybe he started out as an Army chaplain in a more conservative denomination, and found the Episcopal church when he started to accept himself as a gay man.

anyway. the Buckley family are grieving, distracted. death and funerals are always hard, but when it's a parent – a parent with whom you had a very complicated relationship, no less – it's even harder. Tommy gets it. he had a complicated relationship with his parents, too. and even in the midst of this grief, this pain, Buck can feel this weird connection to Tommy. it doesn't even occur to him to correct Tommy when he calls him Evan (because that's how he was listed in the bulletin or the church directory or whatever) (but Tommy notices that everyone else calls him Buck and self-corrects). and he thinks it's just their shared firefighting background, or bonding over grief, or something; but all through that weird, long week in Hershey, his eye just keeps getting drawn back to Tommy.

and then – it's all over. Buck and Maddie head back to their lives in LA. maybe Tommy gives them his card, tells Buck to call if he ever needs to talk. and part of Buck really wants to, but... he just can't find an excuse. he's not particularly religious, so it would feel disingenuous to call Tommy just to ask about the church. he doesn't really need a counselor or a priest. what he needs is a friend, what he wants is something more, but he doesn't realize it.

in the meantime, the church in Hershey calls a new permanent rector, and Tommy decides to look for a new call in Los Angeles for no particular reason at all. he finds himself drawn back into the world of firefighting – maybe he realizes that there's a real need for spiritual guidance among the first responders of LA, and he understands their challenges better than most ministers can. maybe in this universe he and Hen and Chim still worked together at the 118 before he left for seminary, and they reconnect.

I think Buck and Tommy meet again at a scene. maybe Tommy is the one who calls the fire in, or maybe he's the Good Samaritan who just jumps in and starts helping people. their eyes meet and there's this crazy spark. Buck thinks it's just adrenalin, but Tommy knows better.

"you never called me," Tommy says.

"yeah, I – I didn't know how. I mean. you wanted me to?" Buck asks.

"yes. I did," Tommy says, sounding a little surprised at himself. "I, uh. I really did."

"wow. uh. then I can. I mean, I will. I mean, we're talking now," Buck stammers. "uh, Father Thomas, I –"

"you should call me Tommy, Buck," Tommy says gently.

"o-okay. in that case," Buck takes a deep breath. it tastes like soot and hope. "you should call me Evan."

#bucktommy #this would be a lot of character study and a chance for me to infodump about my denomination lmao #(it would not be kinky)#but I think it could hit a lot of similar plot points and character beats to canon #esp wrt the mismatch between their confidence and experience levels #Tommy falling so naturally into a caretaker role that he's maybe not 100% comfortable with #Buck being a little dazzled by Tommy's perceived maturity and not seeing the insecurity underneath #I don't know if I'll write this but this is how I *would* write it #my writing

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plussizedreader · 2 years ago

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Hello all! I was inspired by the amazing @391780 and her fat reader stories to start this blog (so give her a follow!) anyways introduction post!

My name is Bo/Maul, and this blog will be dedicated to ONLY fat readers with canon characters with multiple fandoms. There will be smut, so this blog will be 18+, so any younger I will block! I will primarily write a fem reader, but will try my hardest to try male or gn readers!

Here are the fandoms and characters I’ll write for! I try to get all my smaller interest in here for those who also like it and get zero content for it!

Horror-

House of Wax (Bo, Vincent, and Lester)

Firefly trilogy (Baby, Otis, Foxy, I will write Spaulding, but fluff and anything but smut since he reminds me a lot of my grandpa lol)

31 (Doomhead)

Micheal Myers from any version of the series

Texas Chainsaw Massacre (any version of Leatherface Thomas, Bubba etc, Choptop)

Near Dark (Severen, Jesse, Diamondback)

Saw (Peter Strahm, Mark Hoffman, Amanda Young, Adam Stanheight)

Video Games-

Red Dead Redemption (Arthur Morgan, John Marston, Dutch Van Der Linde, Charles Smith, Javier Escuella, Sadie Adler, Karen Jones, Abigail Roberts-Marston, Mary-Beth Gaskill, Tilly Jackson, Susan Grimshaw)

Call of Duty Modern Warfare Remake Games (John Price, Simon Riley, Soap, Gaz, Alex Keller, Farrah (I’ll write romance but no smut for Farrah!), Kate Lazwell, Phillip Graves, Vladimir Makarov.)

Last of Us (Joel Miller, Ellie Williams (I will ONLY write adult Ellie and only ever with a Fem reader) Abby Anderson, Tommy Miller)

Days Gone (Deacon St John, Boozer)

Mortal Kombat (Johnny Cage, Kenchi,Sub Zero, Scorpion, Shang Tsung, Shao Khan, Mileena, Kitana, Sindel, Kabal, Kano, Erron Black. NOTE please specify which timeline these characters are from or which movie so I know the correct characterization!)

Resident Evil series (Lady Dimitrescu, Heisenberg, Carlos Olivera, Chris Redfield.)

Movies/TV-

Star Wars (Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Darth Maul)

Stranger Things (Hopper, Eddie Munson)

Blacklist (Raymond Reddington)

With that being said, while I will write smut, there are things I will not write, such as fat fetish and weight gain fetish bullshit, and I will continue to expand this list, also I can just simply say no I’m not gonna write it if I don’t like it lol.

This list is bound to change with my interest and I’ll add and take off things as needed! Please send in any request and I’ll start working on it shortly!

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imaginesforeveryone · 1 year ago

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A Death in the Family

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Y/N Summary: You have married Thomas Shelby, the emperor, you have been setting up the Shelby foundation while you had so much free time on your hands now. But, on the night of the foundation event things happen the you weren’t expecting. (based on E2S3) Warning:angst, violence, mention of death, guns, business!Tommy, comforting!Tommy

It was finally the night of the big event you have been planning. While you didn’t get involved in the other side of Tommy’s business, you stayed occupied with the foundation you grew from the inside of your shared home, while he did his business.

Arriving at the theater where the ballet would be held, Tommy helped you out of the car and walked in with you.

“Are your ready, love?” He asked looking around at the people who stood and mingled.

“Of course I am.” You said with a smile and kissing him on the cheek.

“Thank you.” You told him. He just gave you a slight smile and you went and mingled with your guests you spent days inviting.

You saw the leader of the Birmingham City Council.

“Hello, Mrs. Shelby. ” He said shaking your hand.

“Here let’s go find Thomas and introduce you two.” Making small talk as you walked through the crowd of people, and then spotting your husband.

“There he is.” You said with a smile.

“Tommy.” You said as you got closer to him. He turned to see you and a man behind you you .

“He’s the leader of the Birmingham City Council.” You said introducing him to Tommy.

“Hello Tommy.” He said shaking Tommy’s hand.

“Hello Danny.” Tommy replied back, making you a bit confused.

“How'a business?” Danny asked.

“Alright, it’s holding up. How are you?” Tommy asked shaking Danny’s hand.

“You know each other?” You asked not knowing they knew each other.

“I have interests in a steelworks in Cradley Heath. Tommy helps me get my products to the carmakers.” Daniel spoke, kind of making a bit upset introducing someone to Tommy that has already known him.

“Congratulations, Mrs. Shelby, on your wedding.” You smiled coming out of the little funk that the interaction put you in.

“Thank you, I’m surprised you weren’t invited.” You said with a bit of sarcasm in your voice directed at Tommy.

“Now, how would that look, eh?” He said with a smile. Noticing Tommy staring between you and Daniel. You both looking to see what, or who he was looking at. Seeing two men walk through the door together.

“Oh, now, the party has really started.” Daniel said looking at the two men.

“Who are they?” You asked not recognizing them.

“Father John Hughes from St. Mary’s Boys Reformatory, and with him is Mr. Patrick Jarvis, MP. They are part of an organization called Economic League.” Daniel explained to you. Tommy still glaring at them.

“Did you invite them, Y/N?” He asked you, with somewhat of a worry in his voice and face.

“Their names sound familiar.” You said thinking to yourself.

“They were recommended by the Lord Mayor.” You said remembering the name and looking at Tommy.

“Oh. On your ‘best people of the city’ list, eh?” He asked with a bit of sarcasm.

“Do you know them?” You asked Tommy as it seemed like he had some battle to fight with the.

“I’ll introduce you, Tommy.” Daniel said before Tommy could answer your question. The men walked away into the other room.

“That’s all right, Danny. I’ll introduce myself.” Tommy said with a look of a mission in his eyes. Tommy walked away and you watched as he walked. You rolled your eyes, but went back to holding a conversation with Daniel, before going and looking for your family. Finding Ada, Finn, and Polly finally.

“Where is Tommy?” Ada asked you.

“You know Tommy.” You said tipping back the glass of champagne you had in annoyance.

“I’m sure he’s mingling. Getting peoples money. You know how he is.” Polly spoke. After about 20 minutes of mingling with people. You stood with the duchess Tatiana Petrovna. You saw Tommy heading towards you two.

“Tommy. This is Duchess Tatiana Petrovna.” You said introducing them too. Tommy cleared his throat a bit.

“Come on, Tommy, aren’t you impressed to meet a real duchess?” You asked as he just stood in silence.

“Well, I understand they charge a fee.” He spoke up, catching you off guard by his comment.

“Mr. Shelby, you’re very direct.” Tatiana spoke with a scoff of his words. Also making you stare at him in disbelief he just said that.

“Too direct.” You said looking at him. He looked over at you swaying back and forth like he was uncomfortable.

“But it’s true.” Tatiana said and you definitely didn’t expect her to agree with his comment.

“I attend these things for the champagne and for the chance to be treated like a duchess again.” She said looking over at you, looking back at her with a fake smile on your face.

“You should have kissed my hand, Mr. Shelby.” She spoke looking at Tommy, instantly making you mad. But, you decided not to show it and watch Tommy’s next move at her comment.

“Forgive me.” He said taking her hand and kissing the top of it, making you even more mad at him.

“She was asking about my Sapphire.” You said looking at him.

“I thought I recognized it.” She spoke.

“ She said it was Russian.” You told Tommy looking at him with anger in your eyes and a little in your voice.

“My husband has business in Russia. Perhaps you know about it, Tatiana?” You asked looking back over at her trying to see what the hell was going on between them two.

“Well, tonight is not a night for business, eh?” Tommy said before Tatiana could answer your question.

“Is that why you were in the concert hall for 10 minutes?” You asked with sass in your voice at him.

“I think people are ready for dinner now, Y/N.” He said trying to get off topic.

“No, no. I’m not done pumping people for their money.” You said looking back over at Tatiana.

“What is 'pump for money?’” She asked very interested in what you said.

“Its what I do everyday.” Tommy spoke trying to disengage the tension.

“You know each other do you? You see, I am in charge of compiling the list of guests, but it’s my husband who seems to know all of them.” You said with even more sass than before, and Tommy motioning someone for something.

“I’ve heard he’s very well connected.” She spoke to your comment.

“And where does a duchess hear that?” You said with a smile and looking over at Tommy.

“In certain circles.” She replied back quickly.

“Alright, enough. Ada.” Tommy said again trying to break the tension. Ada coming between your two.

“Y/N, there’s a Lady Dowager who wants to speak to you about coffee mornings. She mentioned a 2,000 pound cash donation.” Ada said to you catching your interest.

“Tatiana, you and I will speak later.” You said to her with no intention of being nice.

“I would like that.” She said so innocently. Ada pulled you away to go speak to her.

“Who the hell is she?” You asked Ada.

“I don’t know. But tonight is about having fun, raising money. Not whatever that was.” Ada spoke. You rolled your eyes and followed her to the women after a bit more mingling you couldn’t help but keep your mind off of who she was and how Tommy knew her. After, about 2 minutes of talking to the Lady, Tommy came over.

“Y/N. Listen to me. Look, I can explain.” He said trying to, what seemed like apologize for what just happened.

“Go away.” You said turning yourself away from him. You heard a gong being hit and a man speak.

“Lady and Gentleman.” He spoke.

“For once, you shouldn’t have to explain.” You said turning yourself back to Tommy who kept trying to talk to you.

“The loyalty toast, to His Majesty the King.” The man continued.

“Dinner is served.” He finished.

“You look beautiful, but you need to take this off.” He said motioning to the sapphire around your neck.

“Why? Because you think it would look better on her?” You said now just being an asshole.

“Y/N, look at me, fuck these people, eh. Fuck 'em, I need you to be alright.” Tommy said now with his hands on your shoulders keeping you in place.

“I need you, Y/N, I need you.” He spoke to you now with a bit of worry then anger in your heart. You smiled at him and stroked his shirt looking into his eyes. Putting your fingers up to his chin and bringing his lips to your, you kissed him gently.

“Damn you , Tommy Shelby.” You said with a slight giggle and going in for more kisses not mad at him. It was hard for you to stay mad at him with he words that come out of his mouth and his beautiful blue eyes.

“Shall we go inside.” You asked him coming out of the kiss and looking into his eyes. At this moment knowing nothing could ruin this night. Nothing could ruin the love you have for this man. Not even a Russian Duchess. You loved him with all your being and couldn’t wait for the rest of your lives together.

“Yeah.” He said and turning you two to walk into the dining hall for dinner. But you saw an odd man push passed Polly, and raised a gun to you and Tommy.

“For Angel!” He yelled. Tommy grabbing you trying to pull you behind him but not in enough time. You felt nothing. Nothing but cold. Felt something dripping down your arm. You didn’t know what. But, then you got dizzy and couldn’t hold yourself up anymore. You felt yourself fall, but not to the ground. Into Tommy’s arms who screamed across the room. Everything was blurry. Seemed like everything was in slow motion. Looking up and seeing Tommy’s face and resting your hand on his shoulder as you laid on the ground, in his arms. Starting to black out here and there a bit. Seeing flashes of black, and seeing Arthur, John, and Finn beating the life out of the man who just held up a gun at you and your husband moments ago. But then everything got dark. Could barely hear the faint yells of people around you. Then nothing.

Your eyes fluttered open just a bit. The room was bright. But it was too blurry for you to make out where you were. You tried to move a bit, but felt a sharp pain go down your arm making you wince at it.

“Y/N.” You heard a faint female voice say. Trying to look around you saw an outline of what looked like Ada.

“Ada?” You asked.

“Yes. Y/N stay still. You were shot. It almost killed you. But, it didn’t. You are still pretty beat up. So just stay still.” She said to you.

“Where’s Tommy?” You asked softly through raspy voice.

“I’ll go get him. Finn will be right here with you.” She said a she pulled Finn over. You eyes becoming more clear you could see the young Shelby boy.

“Finn, help me sit up a bit please?” You asked trying to move yourself.

“Ada, said to stay still.” He said grabbing your hand.

“Finn.” You said still getting up. He quickly ran to the side that you didn’t get shot in and helping you up slightly.

“Grab me water please?” You asked him. He grabbed the glass of water from the side of the bed. You realized you were in your home at that point.

“ 'Ere you are.” He said holding the glass up to your lips and you took some water.

“Y/N?” You heard Tommy’s voice faintly from the hall way.

“Y/N!” He raised his voice as he walked into the room seeing you as he walked in the room.

“hello my love.” You said still a bit groggy still.

“Everyone out.” He said as he crossed the room to you.

“How are you feeling my love?” He asked brushing a few strings of hair behind your ear.

“In pain. But, I’m alive.” You said putting a hand on his face. Noticing his puffy eyes. He turned his face into your hand and kissed your palm.

“You should get some rest love.” He said rubbing his thumb over your cheek.

“Tommy.” You spoke to him.

“Yes, love?” He said giving you his full attention.

“Why am I at home? Why am I not in a hospital? I almost died.” You asked.

“Get some sleep, we’ll talk more when you awake again.” He told you.

“Thomas” You said with anger in your voice now.

“You were in the hospital for about 2 days. But when we found out that you weren’t going to die, we had them move you to our home so you were more comfortable when you woke up.” He explained. But you knew he was lying.

“Tommy.” You said knowing he was lying.

“We needed you safe in the house so the Changretta family thought you died. They meant to kill me Y/N, but when the guy shot, they missed and shot you. After that, they thought they had leverage on me. So, now they think you are dead. They think they destroyed me. They did just a little bit when I sat for hours thinking you weren’t coming back.” He explained to you.

“John, and Arthur also think you are dead. I needed them to think you were so they stayed on track to find Mr. & Mrs. Changretta to kill them and keep the anger in them. The only people who know you are alive are me, Ada, Finn, and Charles. Charlie would sit here with you while you slept with me also.” He explained further.

“Did they find him?” You asked Tommy with a very serious face now.

“They are very close. We heard that they are trying to flee to New York to their son, knowing we are coming after them.” He answered your question.

“Are they going to kill them?” You asked.

“I told them kill the wife, and keep the old man alive for me to finish off.” He said taking your hand in his once again.

“I’m so happy you are alive.” He said breaking the silence.

“Take me to where they are brining him.” You spoke ignoring what he said prior.

“What?” He asked looking at you confused.

“Take me to where John, and Arthur are bringing the old man.” You spoke once again.

“You need to rest.” He said.

“Thomas.” You said with a firm voice.

“I thought you didn’t want anything to do with that side of the business?” He asked.

“Tommy. I died. Even if I didn’t die physically. Y/N Shelby died. Everyone thinks I’m dead. I need to kill the man who killed me. So take me to him.” You said firmly. Tommy just sat and looked at you.

“Ada!” He called out breaking the silence.

“Yes.” She said running to the door.

“Help me get her up. She wants to go on a trip.” He told her.

After about an hour you were finally ready to go. Still in pain, but the help of cocaine and pain killers it was bearable. Walking through the halls and to the stairs you saw you son sitting with Finn. You smiled and held on to the railing for help down the stairs, but Tommy came quickly next to you for more support. Getting to the bottom of the stairs, you walked over to Finn and Charles. He sat on Finns lap

“My baby.” you said with tears welling in your eyes. Slowly you got down on you knee to come eye level with him. A smile spreading across his face and reaching out for you. That made you cry even more because you could hold him, and squeeze him like you wanted to.

“Baby, daddy and mommy will be back soon .” You said caressing his cheek. Tommy coming behind you helping you to your feet.

“Thank you Finn.” You said messing his hair with a smile. With that you and Tommy walked out of you home and to the car. Helping you settle into it and rounding to the driver side.

“Are you sure you want this love?” Tommy asked you.

“I’m a new women now Tom. Whether you do it or I do it. Need to see it happen. He did this to me.” You told him. he nodded his head and started the car and off you two were to go face the man who all-in-all did this to you.

About 40 minutes later of small talk with Tommy learning everything that has been going on, on his side of the business, while you were out, you two pulled up to what looked like an abandoned building. Getting out of the car, holding you arm for support so it didn’t hang. Taking a deep breath as you began walking into the building down a very dark corridor. Seeing a bit of light at the end that opened to a large room. Looking across and seeing John who faced you two, his eyes widened and Arthur who had his back to the door way turned to also have wide eyes as his eyes settled on you. Giving them a slight grin and then looking at the man sat in the middle of the room. Arms tired behind the chair he sat in, sounds of prayers coming from his lips. You walked over to John, settling next to him in silence he pecked a kiss on your cheek, and Arthur walking to you and doing the same. Stood between the two men as Tommy stopped in front of the man, but then walking to the right to set his case of tools down along with the lantern in his hand. He pulled his hat off of his head then his jacket setting it down. The man praying in Italian with his eyes closed Tommy just stared at. Tommy pulled the chair closer to the old man and sat in it looking at him, even though he wasn’t looking back.

“Do you know what time it is, old man?” Tommy asked. But the man with no reply, just the prayers he still sang and his eyes shut.

“I’ll tell ya.” Tommy said and grabbed his pocket watch.

“It’s after 7 in the evening, and I’m going to keep you alive until it gets light.” Tommy said pointing his still gloved finger at the man. John pulling you into him just slightly for comfort of what is about to happen. Tommy scooted his chair just a bit closer. The man still not giving attention to Tommy, which you could see him starting to get angry about.

“I’ll not deliver the final cut until we can both hear the blackbirds singing outside.” Tommy said in the old mans face but still no attentions given. Now Tommy grabbing the back of the mans neck and brining him closer so he knows he could hear him.

“It’s a beautiful sound.” Tommy said looking directly at you.

“Which my wife will never her again.” He spoke with lies on his tongue knowing the man didn’t see you walk in with him.

“Or will she?” He said still looking at you and holding his neck still. Tommy stood and motioned John to bring him the case of razors. He opened it and Tommy took a blade from it.

“Now, I’m gonna have to choose carefully which part of you I cut away first.” He said opening the blade and pointing it at the man. John walked back over next you and just looked at you with sadness in his eyes. You stood tall as you watched what was going on in front of you.

“Open your eyes.” He told the old man who still sat saying his prayers.

“Open your eyes, or I will cut away your fucking eyelids!!” Tommy now yelling at him. You looked over at Arthur who also looked not too happy about the situation. The man now with his eyes open and Tommy very close to his face.

“Now look at me.” Tommy spoke.

“Now look at her!” He yelled grabbing the mans neck and yanking it too look back at you. The man began crying even more when he saw you.

“This is the end. You know she’s alive. But you will only know for a few short hours. No one else will know.” Tommy spoke to him, letting him know he’s the only one out of the family that knew you were alive.

“It was your tongue that gave the order.” Tommy spoke after a short silence and grabbing the mans face. This has became a painfully slow ordeal and you don’t know how much longer you could wait starting to become impatient. You understood what he was doing, but why? When he was going to die either way.

“I’ll take your tongue first.” He said looking into the old mans eyes.

“Then I’ll take your ears.” He said now stood up. You couldn’t lie, he was sexy as fuck when he was like this. You’ve never seen it before, but now you can’t wait to see it more often.

“Then I’ll take your fingers.” Tommy said now sweaty, and taking a few steps backs and moving the chair out of the way.

“Then your fucking toes.” He said walking towards the man again.

“See, if i take your balls first, you drain too fast like you fuckers do.” Tommy said now back in the mans face. Now you stood very impatient watching this happen.

“No, Think tongue first. Tongue first.” He said as he grabbed the mans face and opening his mouth to grab his tongue as the man had muffled groans coming out.

“If I take your tongue, you wont be able to explain, and I want you to explain. I want you to fucking explain.” Tommy said letting go of his mouth and physically getting more mad. You looked over at John who just watched. In a tense stance, with little to no expression on his face. Tommy pulled the man into his chest hugging his head into it. He breathed heavily as you guys just watched. Looking at him trying to get him to get this shit over with or you were going to. Tommy released the man and walked away from him. You looked at Arthur and rolled your eyes showing your were becoming irritated.

“Come on Tommy, I forget who I am.” Tommy spoke lowly across the room, before standing up again.

“I’m a Blinder. I’ll take your fucking eyes first!” He yelled walking back, but you were done with his shit. Grabbing the gun from Johns side and shooting the man in the head, making Tommy stop and look.

“I heard the blackbird sing.” You said lowering the gun. Tommy stood there in awe looking at the man. You walked closer seeing he was dead then walking to Tommy.

“It’s over. I’m alive.” You said caressing the side of his face.

“and we let his wife board the immigrant ship to New York.” You heard John say from behind you causing you to look over at him confused.

“We didn’t kill Mrs. Changretta.” John said continued. You looked over at Tommy who still just stared blankly.

“Its alright. Y/N is here. It was best she did it.” Arthur spoke up from beside you two.

“We’re not those kind of men.” Arthur continued. He grabbed the blade from Tommy’s hand after walking passed you two and threw it on the ground. Tommy coming out of his trance state, blinking a few time, look at you then looking back at Arthur who walked out of the room now. He sighed and walked over to his things.

“You get rid of the body, John.” He told him before grabbing his jacket.

'Get rid of those, for good.“ Tommy said motioning to the box of blades and walked away. Looking over at John and giving him a sorry look then following Tommy out.

#thomas shelby x y/n #thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby #cillian murphy #peaky blinders #imagine #imagines

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charliedawn · 1 year ago

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I’m not sure if you do these, or even these slashers butttttt~ It never hurts to ask, if you don’t go ahead and ignore or even delete!

I’ll be trying my best not to spoil! I’m really trying so hard! But your pages and slashers I get SO excited! Plus your au’s and writings etc!!

I mainly wanna know your take on the Sawyer’s and the Hewitt’s, are they one big family? Bubba and Tommy brothers like some headcannon? Rivalry neighbors?? Are the newer/remakes (like 2020’ redos) also different versions? Or older them?? How would they be at the hospital? And with our lil’/us as the Nurse?

Texas Chain Saw Massacre ≈ Bubba & the Sawyer’s

Texas Chainsaw Massacre ≈ Tommy/Thomas & the Hewitt’s

Or even Headcannons of other slasher/horror movies?? Like;

My Bloody Valentine 3D (2009) ≈ Harry Warden and/or Tom Hanniger

Barbarian (2022) ≈ Keith, Tess, “Bonnie”, The Mother, Frank??

Maybe more female slasher headcannons? Or legit give me ANY Slasher movies! Old, new, known, not known, I’d love to hear your suggestions!

I’m so sorry this is long I got really excited!

≈🇨🇦~That one annoying long anom~💚𝒯𝒽ℯℴ💚≈

Author: "They used to be part of the same family but, things got tense between family members and they had to split. Some say Thomas and Bubba might be extended cousins or something of the sort, but nothing could be proven as the split happened a long time ago. But something is for sure, both families never met or spoke to each other ever since the conflict and they hunt in very different areas. St Louis has tried many times to catch them. But they are both really smart and are constantly protected by the family circle—very much like the Hannibals. Cannibals stick together."

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justimagineitblog · 2 years ago

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KEEPER OF MY HEART - THOMAS SHELBY

KEEPER OF MY HEART - CHAPTER 2

Well… I survived.

Actually, more than that. I feel at home already.

I glance over at the clock as the last of the men stumble their way out of the pub. I smile to myself as I hear them singing and laughing with each other, all the way down the street. Happy customers.

I poured the beer. I made sure there were no fights. Nothing was damaged or broken. I made chatted with the men and women, making them laugh as I tried to make sure I left my best impression on them. Incase the Shelby’s wanted to ask around about what people thought of me.

I felt like I had found my feet after only one night, but the relief doesn’t last long.

I know I haven’t gotten the job yet. In fact, the Shelby’s could walk in here right now and thank me for my time before sending me on my way. I try to push the thought of homelessness or having to clean peoples houses for a living out of my mind as I count up the last of the till. This is all I know. This is what I’m good at. I need this job.

I sweep and mop the floors, and wipe down all the surfaces, making sure everything is neat and tidy.

A peace of my heart has fallen in love with the Garrison already.

Earlier in the night, John Shelby and some of the younger Shelby boys and their friends had stopped in for drinks. It was Saturday night after all. The boys were hitting the town. They had their own private room, and I made sure they were tended to like kings. I was fast and discreet, remembering their orders and topping them up with fresh glasses any time they ran out before they even had to ask.

My only reassurance, is when John pulled me aside just before 11pm.

“Zoe, right?” He had asked me, as he joined me behind the bar and started helping me pour beers during a busy rush.

“You’re good at this, you know, like really good” He had smiled at me “Tommy told me to stop by-“

“To make sure I hadn’t burned the place down yet?” I joke, earning a laugh.

“I’m putting in a good word for you, I just want you to know that” he touches my shoulder reassuringly “Maybe it’s that I’m younger, more with the times than the others, but I think you would be good for the place. Bring some life back in here”

I smile at him warmly, turning my attention away from the beers I was pouring to make sure I have him my full presence. Him doing me this favour means more to me than he could imagine. Everything is riding on this. Ever since I gave up my fathers pub, I’ve felt so lost. Just one night at the Garrison and I feel like I’m back in my element. More than needing money, I think I need this job for my sanity.

“So you’re the softie of the Shelby’s huh?” I grin, handing him a beer “That means a lot to me John. Thank you” I add sincerely.

“See you tomorrow then hey” he smiles back, heading back to the others.

I knew from that moment that John and I would be friends. Similar in age. And he had looked out for me when the rest were ready to dismiss me at first glance. He even reminded me of my own brother.

Smiling to myself at the thought of the exchange with John, I head over to the front doors to lock them and close up for the night.

Right as I reach up to close the latch at the top of the door, it suddenly swings open.

And there he is. Thomas Shelby.

I take a few steps backwards, moving out of his way.

Like earlier in the day, he looks me up and down before giving me a firm nod. I guess that was his way of greeting me. So much for “hello”.

He brushes past me, and begins to make a lap around the empty Pub. It takes me a few seconds to realise he’s examining the place. Checking that nothing is out of order. I clasp my hands behind my back, wringing them tightly. I don’t want him to see my nerves.

“The till is balanced, place is clean, everyone is gone and safe and everything is prepped for tomorrow” I inform him, but he barely even notices. Despite my reassurance, he makes his way behind the bar to check that the money is all in order.

“I didn’t steal anything, before you ask” I say, slightly offended that he won’t take my word that I can manage the pub.

He counts the money in silence, and takes one last look around the Pub before finally turning to me.

When his eyes meet mine, they’re just as piercing as they were 12 hours ago when we first met. Something about them makes you stand still, frozen. They are crystal clear blue, but it is still impossible to read him. To know what is about to come out of his mouth.

“Good. You didn’t burn the place down”

Seriously.

Any nerves I had fall away, as I am overcome with frustration. That is all he has to say to me? Is he embarrassed that I proved him wrong?

“Thank you is generally the word that people go with” I retort.

“Thank you” he replies condescendingly, almost mocking me.

I sigh. I expected a lot of things. But I didn’t expect him to literally send me on my way without even giving me a fair chance.

“What’s it going to take?” I ask, exasperated. I’m tired. I’ve just worked all night. I’m beyond entertaining this man any longer “Just tell me what I have to do?”

But he doesn’t speak. Of course he doesn’t. He just studies me. It’s like I can see his brain ticking.

Until I get an idea.

“You know what. Sit down. I’m making you a drink”

“No,” he interrupts her immediately “I have to go and-“

“Come on,” I cut him off, with nothing left to lose “Appease me”

He takes a deep breathing, looking up to the ceiling as if he’s trying to gather patience “Fine. One drink”

I burst into a wide grin, feeling like I have a chance again. With a spring in my step, I make my way around the bar, concocting the same drink I used to make for my father.

When I place it down in front of him, he examines it, a disapproving look on his face.

“Oh come on I didn’t poison it”

“Not funny” he shakes his head, before bringing it to his lips hesitantly.

He takes a sip. And another. And another.

I got him.

He finishes the drink, and I smirk, waiting for him to admit that it was good.

“Okay so you can make a drink” I dismisses me, unimpressed.

This man is something else. I can’t pick him.

“Alright” I shake my head, giving up “Just tell me what you’re thinking”

He pauses “I don’t know if I trust you”

“I’m not asking to run your business” I reassure him “I’m asking to pour beer so I can afford somewhere to live”

“Well I don’t know anything about you” he retorts “I need to know who I’m letting into this family”

“You haven’t asked me anything”

He opens his mouth to reply, but closes it again. He knows I’m right.

“You’ve only jumped to conclusions about me. So go on, what do you want to know? I’m an open book”

He shakes his head, taking less time in between replying now. Like I’ve gotten him fired up and his normally carefully crafted responses are getting hastier.

“I don’t want to know your favourite colour, I want to know that you don’t have ulterior motives” He reveals.

“I do” I reply shortly “Who doesn’t?”

He glares at me.

“I want to live in the country. I want to save my money and buy a place. I want to live comfortably. I want to work and be treated like an equal. This may come as a shock to you, but I have no idea who you are and who your family is. I moved here one week ago. The only jobs going are for nanny’s and maids. I saw the ad. I put my name down because I’m good at this. And I don’t want to clean someone’s house for a living. So there…” I pause, letting my words sink “Not everyone has sinister motives you know”

And for the first time, he’s looking at me like he’s actually listening. Like he doesn’t have anything else to say. I search his face, trying to find some kind of indication. Did I go too far? Did I cross a line?

“And it’s purple” I add, trying to lighten the mood “My favourite colour is purple”

And all of a sudden, he laughs. Okay, maybe it was more of a scoff. But it is the most emotion I’ve seen on his face all day.

He shakes is head at me, like he’s astonished that I won’t give up.

“Lot’s of business goes down here. You do not utter a word of it to anyone” He says seriously, his face turning grave and serious.

“I get paid to listen, not to talk” I nod.

He nods back, and then, he holds a hand out.

Oh my god. He’s offering me the job.

I quickly take his hand, shaking it firmly to try and show confidence.

With that, he heads back towards the doors that he came in.

“See you tomorrow, Boss” I call out to him, unable to contain my excitement.

He looks back at me, shaking his head, but I swear I could see the faintest smile on his hollow cheeks.

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