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soooo

how much do we hate michael now? we’re just going to pretend that he’s not a complete rat because he’s still a babe and i want to keep writing for him. and oh my god i’ve never despised an american accent so much until fucking gina. send in season 5 requests please. oh and baby isaiah😔 we’re still pretending he’s jordan because i’m not okay with this

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Please do a Finn Shelby fic with him being overprotective bf

no sorry, the time line does confuse me eapecially now (season 5) but he was a minor in season 4 so i don’t feel comfortable as an adult writing for him. thank you for your request though love x

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Finn Shelby ficsss

he’s like a minor so no sorry

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i’m already obsessed

tender mercy | axel and sweetheart

chapter two: begin again

warnings: rated 18+ for mature content, violence, possible gore, death, swearing, eventual smut, mentions of toxic past relationships, specific warnings will be added to chapters as needed

characters: au axel cluney, my oc rosemary “rosie” sweet

description: he was used to running. whether it was running for his life, or running from his past. it was simply what he had always done, and what he thought he’d be doing for the rest of his life. that is, until he met a young woman who changed his entire outlook on life, who brought out the best in him, and made him realize that he wasn’t the monster he’d always thought he was. but what happens when the demons he’s tried so hard to keep at bay, and the past he’s spent so long trying to run from, finally catch up to him?

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It was a blistering hot summer day when Rosemary Sweet began her new life. 

She’d been driving for hours now, accompanied by her cat, her little car packed full of all of her belongings, her driving playlist streaming through the speakers, and her heart full of both optimism and fear. She’d never done anything like this before, and it was exhilarating, to say the least. She couldn’t believe that she’d worked up the courage to actually go through with it. 

Her old life and everything associated with it had been left behind, and she had no desire to revisit any of it. This was about finding herself, healing from the wounds of the past, and starting a new chapter. This wasn’t spontaneous — she’d been dreaming of this for quite some time now. Planning, hoping, anticipating.

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tender mercy | axel and sweetheart

chapter one: the escape

warnings: rated 18+ for mature content, violence, possible gore, death, swearing, eventual smut, mentions of toxic past relationships

characters: au axel cluney, my oc rosemary “rosie” sweet

description: he was used to running. whether it was running for his life, or running from his past. it was simply what he had always done, and what he thought he’d be doing for the rest of his life. that is, until he met a young woman who changed his entire outlook on life, who brought out the best in him, and made him realize that he wasn’t the monster he’d always thought he was. but what happens when the demons he’s tried so hard to keep at bay, and the past he’s spent so long trying to run from, finally catch up to him?

note: this story has been a long time coming. it took a lot of planning, writing, rewriting, and then rewriting again. for a little while there i thought about just giving up on the story altogether. but thankfully, inspiration struck again, and i was able to finally start writing it. axel and rosie are very near and dear to my heart, and have been since their conception on my blog. i hope you all enjoy this story and its chapters to come. be sure to check out the soundtrack i’ve started for it, which includes the song this story was named after. new songs, both lyrical and instrumental, will be added each chapter, unless i can’t find a song to go with it. 

The floor was cold as ice. It permeated the soles of his feet and send shockwaves up his legs, causing him to shiver the second he touched the ground. 

His belly churned with anticipation and fear, and his breath came out rushed. He was really doing this. Months of planning, studying every last detail of each operation, each shift, each changing of the guard. This place was run like a well oiled machine. It was staffed with some of the top scientists in the world, and it was guarded like Fort Knox. To even dream of escaping was dangerous. Yet here was Axel Cluney, slipping out of his bed well after lights out, with intentions of disappearing into the night, never to be seen again. 

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Hiya , could you please write a Jonathan Byers x reader oneshot, where he saves you from bullies at school and he takes care of you , which entails in smut and the reader getting pregnant - Thankyouu 💓

Hi. First of all, thank you so much for the request! But I’m not particularly inspired by this idea as to include everything in it it would turn more into a fic than a oneshot. Also please refer to the faq before requesting- there it outlines what I don’t write which includes, smut and triggering topics. Thank you so much though and let me know if you have any other ideas xo

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stranger things

request stranger things shit or im suing 

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Could I request a Bucky X reader where they get a dog? Ily

Adopt don’t shop.

He was skeptical- you knew that thanks to the amount of times he turned down the idea since you brought it up a month ago to even now as you were driving down to the adoption shelter.

“Just wait til’ you meet them Buck, I promise if you don’t fall in love with anyone I’ll drop it for good,” you reasoned in response to his protests about adopting a pet.

“You seem pretty confident there,” he responded.

“Because I think this is a really good idea, it’ll help you,” you said for what felt like the millionth time.

“I’ve got you doll, I seriously doubt I need anything else,” he said while taking your hand that wasn’t on the wheel and bringing it to his lips to gently kiss it.

“Nice try Barnes but we’re still going,” you responded after taking a moment to compose yourself from his charm.

He chuckled along with you as you pulled into the parking lot, the sound of howling and barking being the first thing you hear as you exit the car, Bucky rounded the car and took your hand in his as you strolled towards the entrance.

After greeting the woman behind the counter you were given permission to go take a look at the animals. 

While your face lit up as you looked into the enclosures containing the different cats, dogs rabbits, and some exotics Bucky’s stayed neutral. It wasn’t that he hated animals, he just didn’t see how owning a pet would help him overcome everything he’s been through, and while he wasn’t perfect he did mean what he said in the car, he wouldn’t be as okay as he is now without you and he didn’t see how a dog or a cat could measure up to that.

He stopped though as he saw a volunteer walking a dog back to its enclosure, he probably wouldn’t have even noticed it if it hadn’t barrelled straight towards him with its tail wagging. You smiled softly watching as the volunteer scurried forward and began to pull back on the dogs lead. 

“I’m so sorry, he’s just been on a walk so he’s a bit excited,” she said quickly while attempting to pull the dog back but Bucky had knelt down in front of it and was letting the dog sniff and lick his hand.

“What happened to him?” He questioned causing you to give the dog a proper look.

What you hadn’t noticed initially due to Bucky blocking your view was the dog’s legs, or more so lack of. His front right leg was missing and the sight made you gasp, obviously, you had seen other beings with missing limbs but with the frantic movements of this particular dog and its happy wagging tail, you were surprised.

“He’s a pitbull,” the volunteer began, “there are some assholes out there who like to generalise a whole breed and treat them like crap, his leg was so badly injured and infected it had to be amputated.��

“How old is he?” You questioned as you knelt down next to Bucky who was gently patting the dog eyes not leaving the blue pitbulls.

“Ollie just turned 1,” she answered with a smile.

“What are you thinking?” You asked softly bringing a hand to his shoulder and leaning into him.

“I’m thinking you’re going to give me the most obnoxious I told you so in the history of I told you so’s,” he joked as he finally looked over at you where you could see his eyes were slightly watery.

“Would you like to have a play with him while we see if he’s a good match for you?” The volunteer asked smiling.

Bucky only nodded his head before standing and following the volunteer and ollie down the hall and into a room where there was a selection of tennis balls, rope toys and squeaky toys. All of which seemed to overwhelm Ollie as you and Bucky let him try them out, his tail wagging the entire time one of the shelter workers was asking you all different questions ranging from what your housing situation was, how much yard space you had, if you had any other pets, how often you would be willing to take Ollie for walks- And after a long while of giving what seemed to be all the right answers and adding your information to Ollie’s microchip Bucky finally allowed the beaming smile to take over his face, as did you as you signed the adoption papers and walked out with the three-legged dog tugging at the lead Buck had a firm grip on.

That afternoon was spent at your local pet store picking out the biggest dog bed, cutest collar, most colourful toys, and the healthiest dog food. Bucky even went so far to add a bunch of different bandanas and bow ties to the shopping cart while you were getting a tag engraved. 

“It’s funny,” you mused once you were home and Bucky was trying to calm down the excitable dog enough, who was exploring his new home, to put a bandana on him.

“What’s funny?” He asked as he finally stopped the dog long enough to fasten the bandana around his neck, it was beyond the both of you how he was faster and more energetic than any four-legged dog.

“You and him, you’re the same. Both of you misunderstood and scarred deeper than flesh wounds but the biggest softies I’ve ever known,” you explained with a giggle at the end.

“You could’ve just said that we’re both missing a limb,” Bucky joked as he plopped himself down next to you on the couch and pulled you to his side.

You laughed with him as you both watched Ollie pounce from his bed to his pile of toys.

“Guess what,” you muttered.

“What?”

“I did, in fact, tell you so.”

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i know it’s been months but i’m still laughing at the fact that they casted Bill Skarsgård as Tom Holland’s father in The Devil All The Time i mean!!!!! as if Tom could be the offspring of a man who has those lips i’m 💀

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Hi could you tag me in all of your Peaky stuff! I love it 💛 also could I request either a Michael Gray or Isaiah Jesus x reader where the reader is self conscious because she doesn’t have the perfect ‘flapper’ figure most women had (like a little chubby tummy) ? Thanks boo x

done and done! sorry it took so long hope you enjoy it x

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can you do isaiah jesus x reader imagine? it can be a cheating scandal or jealousy or anything in general but a happy ending please :D

took yonks but it’s up and posted! hope you like it x

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Doubts

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Characters: Isaiah Jesus x reader, Finn, Michael

Warnings: insecurities about body image

Word Count: 1,427

Requested: Yes

littlemisscaptainfandom: Hi could you tag me in all of your Peaky stuff! I love it 💛 also could I request either a Michael Gray or Isaiah Jesus x reader where the reader is self conscious because she doesn’t have the perfect ‘flapper’ figure most women had (like a little chubby tummy) ? Thanks boo x

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batmanbatmanbatmanbatmans-bitch: can you do isaiah jesus x reader imagine? it can be a cheating scandal or jealousy or anything in general but a happy ending please :D

A/N: I tried not to be too specific about the reader's weight/body image because I want everyone to feel included in my reader inserts so I hope it was descriptive enough but at the same time not too descriptive.

You said nothing as you took a swing from your champagne flute, your eyes remaining on where Isaiah was stood at the bar of The Garrison, more specifically the giggling woman hanging off his arm. You recognized her immediately as one of his many ‘customers’ but you had no idea what had them both conversing for as long as they were, Isaiah wasn't dealing snow tonight- It was a social occasion and you had been cracking down on him enough as it is about his dealing. 

But ten minutes later and Isaiah hadn’t returned with the refill he originally left your table for and they were still talking, well flirting you would call it. You huffed slamming your now empty glass down on the table gathering the attention of Michael, Finn and the two girls in their laps whose names you couldn't remember.

“You off then?” Michael questioned as you stood rather purposefully. 

“Let Is know I’ve gone home, if he comes back that is,” you responded with malice dripping from your tone as you glanced over at him and the girl. 

And with no further conversation exchanged you hastily made your way out of the pub and to yours and Isaiah’s shared flat although the anxious feeling in your gut had you doubting he’d be returning home tonight.

It was only when you made it home that you let the tears that had been welling up since you noticed Isaiah with the gorgeous woman finally spill over accompanied by loud sobs. You knew it was stupid, you knew that leaving without any kind of answer would only just deepen that pit of insecurity and anxiety you could feel slowly taking over your body.

You trusted Isaiah, in all the time you had been together he had never given you a reason to doubt his loyalty to you, but as you stripped out of your dress to change into your nightwear all that seemed to fly out the window. Of course the woman he was talking to had to be the complete opposite of you physically, your hair suddenly seemed too dull, your style too plain, your skin not perfect enough and your physique- You were suddenly all too aware of how different angles and positions made your stomach look much more prominent, that, of course, led to you pointing out how it protruded over the waistband of your underwear. How your dress didn't sit as perfectly as the other woman who was holding your boyfriend's attention for much too long in your eyes. How your figure wasn't at all similar to the women you found yourself surrounded by every day.

You had lost count of the flaws you had managed to pick out as you stood in front of the mirror, not knowing how much time had gone by as you washed your face and changed to crawl into bed. 

You didn’t fall asleep, you couldn’t with your thoughts being on either Isaiah and what he was doing or the insecurities that you were acutely aware of every time your hand brushed your stomach or when the old creaked ever so quietly when you turned over that no one else would be able to hear if they weren't listening for it.

You let out a shaky sigh as you heard Isaiah enter and crawl into bed, “why did you leave? You had me worried when I couldn’t find you right away,” he mumbled as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to him despite how stiff your body became when you felt him slip in behind you.

“Surprised you even noticed I was gone,” you muttered pathetically.

“What do you mean? I didn’t stay out much longer when the boys told me you had gone home, was all too eager to get back to you my love,” his voice was dripping with love as he laid watching you, waiting for you to turn over and curl into him as you always do.

“Oh please,” you scoffed sitting up and shrugging out of Isaiah’s grasp, “I saw the way she was looking at you and don't think I didn’t notice how she held your attention for so long, is ‘I’m going to get another pint’ code for ‘I’m going to rendezvous with a gorgeous woman who is not my girlfriend’?”

“That’s what you’re pissed about? Seriously?” Isaiah questioned getting out of the bed to begin stripping down to his underwear. You knew he was purely doing it to get more comfortable and to get ready for bed but seeing the way the moonlight shone off of his perfect chest just made you groan in frustration and bury your face in your hands as the tears began to fall.

“Babe come on, all she was doing was putting on a show to get some kind of discount, and I wasn't even selling,” he began to explain not understanding where half your worries have come from. “Besides it wasn’t like it even turned my head, I swear if she twirled her hair one more time she was going to rip a piece out.” 

“She was beautiful though,” you responded glancing up at him.

“Not when she started cursing me out when I told her I wouldn't be dealing in that shit anymore,” he scoffed before frowning at the sight of your tears.

“What?”

“You don’t like it so I’m not going to be selling anymore,” he stated simply as he crawled into bed and pulled you into his lap to wipe your tears.

“No Is,” you whispered, embarrassed as you looked down at the contrast between your body and his. That being enough for you to crawl off of him, your earlier thoughts clouding your mind once again after disappearing momentarily.

“What’s going on?” He questioned letting you have your space, “I promise you nothing happened.”

“I’m not as thin as those girls that hang off you Isaiah,” you blurted out.

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” He responded his voice raising slightly.

“You know what I mean,” you looked down at your lap again regretting bringing it up in the first place.

“Yeah and so what? Those girls are fucked up, spoilt little brats who think that if they offer themselves up like some cheap whores I’ll give them free fucking drugs- They don’t give a shit about me. You fucking love me and if you really think that I’m going to give up you, the love of my life, for some coke head just because she’s ‘thin’ then honestly I don’t know what to think.”

He was annoyed, you couldn’t pinpoint what he was annoyed at exactly, whether it was you doubting him or your self worth but it was enough for you to drop your head into his lap as a second wave of tears washed over you, resulting in a flurry of apologies to leave your lips.

It wasn’t until Isaiah turned you over so that you were looking up at him that your ‘I’m sorries’ seized.

“You must hate me,” you whispered before biting your lip.

“I love you more than anything, even when you're being as dramatic as those women on the pictures,” he reassured in response to your current theatrics and leaned down to kiss your lips softly.

When he pulled away you covered your face in embarrassment while Isaiah let out a chuckle.

“I’m sorry I’ve caused you so much stress tonight,” he said softly while brushing a strand of hair off your cheek as you pulled your hands away from your face to gaze up at him.

“I’m sorry I ever doubted you Is,” you whispered regrettably as he took your hand in his.

He leaned down once again for another kiss, this one harder and more purposeful than the last. “Don’t be sorry, I just don’t want to hear that kind of talk again. There’s no one but you. No one.”

You nodded your head and shifted out of his lap and under the covers, scooting closer to him and hooking your leg over his waist as he joined you and laid down next to you. His hands rested on your hips pulling you impossibly close, your foreheads pressed against each other as you stared into each other's eyes. No words needed to be said, you just needed to hold each other, feel the heat of each others bodies, all the while basking in the comfort of knowing that neither of you was going anywhere, that you belonged to each other and nothing could come between that.

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Hi okay so I just found your work after your new tommy fic that made me feel some typa way and.... I am OBSESSED. You write SO beautifully, each imagine is like a punch to my heart in the best possible way 💞💞💞💞haven’t read stuff that makes me feel like that in ages, pls keep going! Xxx

oh my god love YOUR ASK made me feel some typa way💕💕 thank you so much! i’m so honoured that my little hobby has been able to have such a positive affect and it seriously warms my heart knowing that you feel this way😫 i am still learning with every fic i read and every one that i put out and i thank you so much for your feedback and only hope to improve as i continue to put more stuff out. thank you my love this has made my day🥰❤️

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I’m alive???

I swear nobody’s going to remember who I am I literally lost 300+ followers bc of the little hiatus I went on because of work + mental health + a shit load of other things but I’m allllllll over Stranger Things after season 3 and want to write for my bb Steve so I am asking for requests for like anything, blurbs fics whatever your lil heart can think of. You can of course still request for Bucky + peaky blinders as I still have some in my inbox (I swear its been like a year since I’ve written shit apart from the thing I just posted) ANYWAYS I’m alive, I’m here to write and I'm going to try and be consistent so hiyah if anyone cares that I’m back then come talk to me:)))))

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Hey gurl! Heyyyyy!!!! Would you consider writing afic with Tommy Shelby where he hurts his arm so he can't shave on his own so the reader, his wife does it for him and it's just super soft staring into each other's eyes soft? Ily Ily writing

I went on a mini hiatus omg I need to stop doing that anyways I’m back!

This is hella short so I’m just posting it as a little blurb, don’t hate me x

You looked towards the bathroom from your place on your bed at the sound of a hiss followed closely by a swear, saving your place in the novel you were reading you stood up and put it on your bedside table and made your way to the bathroom. You leant against the doorway as you watched your husband rip up a small piece of toilet paper and stick it to the cut on his face.

“What are you doing,” you asked with a giggle as Tommy sighed.

He glanced at you through the mirror, “what does it look like?” He asked though despite his words there was no malice in his tone, only frustration at his own struggles

“It looks like you’re trying to figure out what you’re going to look like when you’re old and gray,” you teased referring to the pieces of toilet paper stuck to his face in order to stop the bleeding he caused himself.

He rolled his eyes at your joke and quickly pulled his right arm from the sling and tossed it over his shoulder which only resulted in him flinching slightly at the ache that while was dull was still there from his rough and quick movements. 

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes as you moved towards him, picking the cloth up from the ground.

“You were shot Tommy,” you scolded as you began fastening the sling as gently as you could over his shoulder being careful not to brush your hand against the wound that currently resided on his bare shoulder. “I just put this on too by the way,” you huffed after you made sure it wasn’t too tight.

“I need to shave,” he huffed in annoyance. “Besides it’s been long enough, my arms fine now you don’t need to worry.”

“You certainly do need to shave,” you laughed at his half shaven face picking up the razor and the damp hand towel and walking him over towards the toilet where the lid was down, he said nothing as you pushed him down into a seating position and sat yourself on his lap.

“And when was the last time you actually took the advice of a doctor Tommy? Seriously one more week with this thing isn’t going to hurt.”

He continued to remain silent knowing that your question was rhetorical as you began to gently glide the razor across the stubble on his face stopping only to wipe the shaving cream off and onto the hand towel. 

Whilst your eyes stayed concentrated firmly on the task at hand making sure you didn’t accidentally miss a spot or cut him, his never left you. Tommy took advantage of the silence and let himself get lost in his thoughts as his eyes raked over you, from where your legs were on either side of his all the way up to where your hands were delicately working the tool against his cheeks until his eyes came to rest on your face, his gaze piercing as he watched you all the while moving his non inured arm around your waist to hold you to him and to run his fingers across your back.

He was pulled out of his trance after a short while by the softness of your lips meeting his in a brief peck. “I’m done,” you stated softly with a smile that only grew bigger as he buried his head in your neck breathing in your scent while simultaneously pressing kisses to your neck.

“You got some kind of weird shaving kink I should know about?” You joked referring to his random but not unappreciated display of affection that caused you to reach over and chuck the razor and towel into the sink and rest your hands in his hair.

Tommy pulled his lips from your neck only to have them make their way to your lips, “I love you more then you could ever comprehend,” he breathed out as he pulled away from you.

With his words still managing to make you blush you stood from his lap and took his hand in yours and pulling him back towards your bedroom, “why don’t you show me then?” You giggled in response not missing the smirk that took over his face as he flung the sling off once again, you not stopping him this time.

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Did you delete your piece “Rewrite the Stars”? I’ve looked for it and i can’t find it

it got literally like 5 notes so yeah I deleted it, sorry🤷🏻‍♀️ 

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oh my gosh I just read 'Will You Still Love Me In The Morning?' and I love it!!!

thank you love! I appreciate it so much xx