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good things will happen 🧿
things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿
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harry styles at the venice film festival almost gave me the ick
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reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)
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I wrote this for a lovely anon, I hope you like it!
It is a Isaiah Jesus x reader imagine.
The prompt is: Danger alert - people can feel when their soulmate is in danger.
Warnings: cursing, drinking, mentions of violence
That damn tugging again.
The fact that you could feel whenever your soulmate was in danger wasn’t a problem for most people, most of them never really felt anything, but you felt that tugging every once in a while.
You had already gone over it millions of times, whether he was a soldier, a policeman or a fireman, or whether he was something entirely different.
He could be a murderer searched by the police, a terrorist maybe or a gangster, but you deeply hoped that that wouldn’t be the case.
You were no saint, you loved to go out drinking and smoking and you weren’t against the occasional touch of strangers, but none of them had had the effect you had hoped your soulmate would have.
You had tried for years to go to pubs to find your soulmate but luckily you didn’t tire of the scene, having fun drinking, meeting and talking to strangers.
Just like usually you were sitting by the bar and sipping on a drink when a couple of boys came in.
They were your age, all good looking, but one of them stood out.
All of them were wearing some kind of three piece suit and a hat, walking and talking with seemingly no care in the world.
They didn’t even see anyone else as they moved towards the bar, and you just simply loved watching them.
One of them was especially gorgeous, his suit fitting him like a second skin and his eyes piercing and honest, as far as you could see.
Of course by now the stranger had to have noticed your eyes on him and he had, glancing at you once before he looked at you again for a bit longer, sending a flirtatious and daunting grin towards you that you returned.
It made him focus his attention on his friends for a second before he came towards you, placing the drink he had ordered in front of him when he sat down beside you.
“What’s a pretty thing like you doing here all on your own?”, he asked you, his lips turned upwards in a smile that you returned.
“Well I don’t need an entire battalion of friends just so I feel safe”, you teased him and he chuckled at the nerve you had.
“Yeah, you see, you’re wrong about that. We just like to have a good time together, is all”, he said as he pointed with the hand that was holding his glass in the direction of the boys who grinned at you.
After a while of talking to Isaiah alone his friends joined you and you had an amazing time drinking and talking to them, laughing and talking for hours until you felt it was time to go home.
You were reluctant to go but finally you decided to leave, sending another grin towards Isaiah as you left the pub.
Isaiah regretted not having had more alone time with you and he felt bad for letting you go without asking for your number so he and the boys left the pub only a minute later than you had, intent on finding you so that he could ask you out.
You were not too far away from them but he could see a group of men walking towards you, circling you and looking drunk and most certainly like they were bothering you.
Isaiah could see you shaking your head in hopes of turning down the men as he was walking towards you, but he stopped briefly when the man in front of you pulled a knife out of his pocket.
Isaiah felt the telltale tug on his heart that he had only ever heard of in stories while watching you being threatened, and he didn’t even need a second to believe that you were the person who belonged to him.
With that realisation he rushed to help you, Michael and Finn on his heels, who had obviously seen your need for help.
Isaiah was immediately throwing a punch at one of them to get to you and you were so relieved to see him, having him stand beside you evaporated most of the fear you had had when the men had started bothering you.
Michael and Finn were quick to follow, standing beside you as well, and the leader of the group of drunks took them in before scowling at you.
“You Peaky scum, yeah?”, he asked and just when his eyes hit Isaiah you felt a tug on your heart like you were used to by now, but your eyes widened when you realised the man had threatened Isaiah, just when your soulmate was once again in danger.
It could have been a wicked coincidence but you didn’t think so, your surprise taking you aback while the men started fighting.
The boys fought well and hard and they won the fight, the strangers leaving bruised and bloody while your three newfound friends’ wounds were very much superficial.
You were staring at Isaiah when you let out a laugh that pulled everyone’s attention on you.
“You’re the dickhead that gets in danger every second day, aren’t you?!”, you laughed at him and Isaiah sent you a wide grin, walking towards you and sweeping you off your feet for a moment when he hugged you.
Your faces were very close and you were breathless when he leaned in, connecting his lips to yours.
And yes, after years of searching for your one, when your lips met you knew that you had found him.
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hello! i hope u are going good! i love ur burry me series and i was wondering when u are gonna upload part 4? and is it the final part ?
hi love! i will upload the 4th part! i’ve taken my time due to so many things going on in my life right now that i haven’t had the time to actually sit down and edit, brcause it is already written. i do promise to post it. thank you so so much for writing to me about it. i will post an update on when it will be dine shortly💗
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Bury Me (Pt. 3)
Sorry for the wait. Sorry this is reeeaaally short. Mostly consist of Ada. Part 4 will come later tonight! | Part 1 | Part 2
With an aura of mystery surrounding your death, you had become a myth of some sort in the whole of Birmingham and beyond. Every wife of every gangster and politician uttered condolences with a hint of fear in wake of the news. Wives- mothers- were untouchable in the business of ilegal biddings and violent men; yet, you had perished, leaving a body that was rumored to not be yours and a trace of letters that had no address or clues of your whereabouts.
Ada Shelby, your sister in law and friend, had taken it upon herself to gather every book on cryptic messages used by spies and forensic detectives to decode any clues hidden amongst your passive letters. She studied every letter, every number, every single curvature that your shaky handwriting provided in hopes of interpreting your cries for help. You were smart- smarter than most, and Ada knew that. Even in death you would negotiate a better deal for yourself.
It was half past midnight when Ada slipped a bit of rum to her third cuppa that she noticed subtle clues in the second letter. For a woman that avoided Church as much as the devil itself, you made far too many biblical allusions. “To indulge in the garden of all things forbidden provided by our Lord. Oh Arthur!”
Her brows furrowed and mouth parted in a silent squeal. Ada tripped over her own feet, spilled the rum and tea that had already gotten cold, and raced to the telephone in sweaty haste.
One ring
Two rings
“This better be good Ada, do y-”
“She’s in London. The Eden Club.”
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Bury me (Pt.2)
Oh shit. am I doing three part fics now? how and why am I writing so much dialogue? anyway, feedback is aaaalways welcome!! if you do want a third part please tell me so!! it does motivate me to hear what you all think or suggest. if not it can totally end here!! | Part 1 |
It was hard to attribute a specific name for the state in which Arthur Shelby found himself in. For drinking his weight in whisky; dancing unceremoniously to his own shadow to scratching records; for silent screams that ripped from his airways at night, a specific misfortune for an already broken man: melancholia.
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Bury Me
This is kind of shit. Sounded better in my head. Also sorry for Linda, just needed for you to visualize one scene. Anyway, inspired by this song? Maybe at the beginning? Idk heard it as I wrote it. Still hope u likeee.
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The family wore tense shoulders and face splitting frowns as if they were a trend. Stone cold eyes, as well as doubtful ones, always seemed to follow like accessories to their distinguishable rigidness. But as of right now their lungs gasped for air and their cold, doubtful eyes settled upon the two oldest brothers.
“Thomas,” whispered Polly in disbelief.
“It’s our best shot. Otherwise we will be asking for war.” Tommy replied looking directly into Arthur’s eyes. The latter stared intently at his brother almost at a loss for words.
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hello💛
would just like to apologize for being absent and not posting the third part to ‘Bury Me’. i was overjoyed for all the amazing feedback it received and really took my time to come up with something good. i took a couple of weeks to focus on myself and deal with personal issues.
however, i will be posting the third part shortly. thank you for the love and the patience💛✨
#peaky blinders#peaky blinders imagine#thomas shelby imagine#thomas shelby#peaky blinders fanfic#john shelby imagine#arthur shelby imagine#arthur x reader#arthur shelby#arthur shelby x reader#ada shelby
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BIIIIIIIIITTTTCCCHHHHHHHH IMMMM DED
SHUT UP SHUT UP. WHO DOES THAT LOOK LIKE?!? Esme. Jkjsksjskjk
Shit. Tommy's got a gun and a white flag. ?!? Wheels are spinning. Heckin heck.



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That last scene that starts with ‘Togethery they made their way upstairs to their bedroom, Tommy extending his blanket over (Y/N)’s shoulders’, really killed me. Idk why it just came to me that Tommy and reader don’t have children. They were never destines to have one and this just kind of confirmed it for me. They are the head of the family, worried and caribg for one another. Maybe adopt a little boy or girl from the orphanage, but no more.
My Healer
REQUEST: Could I please have some tooth-rotting fluff with either John or Tommy Shelby? Like slow dancing or patching up their wounds or something? I absolutely adore your writing! Thank you!
I’ve decided to make two imagines out of this request and I’ll do John’s at some point. I don’t think this is really tooth-rotting fluff but I hope you enjoy it anyway.
I’ve somehow injured my arm so this was a pain in the ass to write lol
Also, please send me some requests <3
They were both sitting in front of the fireplace, Tommy was shirtless and his hair was soaked but (Y/N) had made sure he had a blanket wrapped around him and he had a warm drink next to him.
It was storming outside, and just a few hours ago, (Y/N) had been anxiously waiting for Tommy’s arrival home. He had left before she had even awoken that morning and she stood by the window, eyes focused on the driveway of the house waiting for him to return but when the rain only got heavier and thunder and lightning, she accepted that he wouldn’t be coming home that night since it was too dangerous to drive, but Tommy had surprised her.
He had tried to be silent but (Y/N) had fallen asleep on the couch in the front room so she had woken up when he entered the house. She had caught him as he tried to escape to his office and she would have let him go peacefully if she didn’t see the tenseness of his shoulders or heard the pained breaths he took as he walked.
She caught up with him and gently took his arm in hers and redirected him to the front room which still had lingering warmth from the fire that was dying out. Tommy didn’t even complain, he simply held tightly on to her and let her drag him away. She dumped him on the couch, softly telling him to take off his shirt, waistcoat, socks and shoes before she went and brought the fire back to life and then she went off to make him a hot drink.
Tommy did as commanded and he melted into the couch, warmed by the fireplace. His body relaxed and he dropped his head to the back of the couch, he had desperately wanted to be babied by (Y/N) but when he arrived home late, he had resigned himself to being alone and self-medicating on alcohol and whatever medicine he had laying around.
His body ached and bruises littered his body along with cuts and scrapes on his hands and face and he just wanted to sleep and deal with everything the next day but before he could find a comfortable position, (Y/N) returned with a tub of hot water and mug.
“I’ve just got you some warm water and lemon, you drink that whilst I patch you up” (Y/N) waved him over from where she had settled in front of the fireplace, “Bring that blanket along with you”
Tommy did as he was ordered and sat down opposite her, blanket wrapped his shoulders. (Y/N) passed him the mug before placing his hand on her lap, she sighed at the bloody state of it but reached for the rag that was sitting in the tub and wrung it out and began wiping it clean.
“Honestly you should be having a bath or at least a shower, it would relax you” (Y/N) commented as she scrubbed the blood that had dried around his fingers, “But I suppose you can have one tomorrow”
She gestured for his other hand, which he dutifully gave her and she got to work on it. Tommy knew she desperately wanted to ask what happened and he would tell her but not tonight.
Tommy sipped the lemon water and let (Y/N) do her work, the less he made a big deal about it the quicker she could get it done with and then she could curl up with him.
“Come closer, I need to clean your face” (Y/N) shifted so closer to him and took his face in her hands and tutted at the sight of it.
“I think we have some of that pain cream in the bathroom,” Tommy told her as she gently rubbed a clean cloth across his face.
Tommy watched as she nodded and focused back on her task. He loved watching her in general but seeing her care over him and make sure he was okay made him feel warm. His heart raced as she brushed her fingers under a cut on his cheek and it was he was back at school with a playground crush but luckily for him, they were already married and he didn’t have to do any awkward confessing.
“It’ll be cold upstairs, do you want to sleep down here on the couch?” (Y/N) asked as she cleaned the last cut on his face.
Tommy shook his head, taking her hands in his, “I want to go to our bed, curl up with you and sleep”
(Y/N) smiled down at him and nodded, “We can do that”
She gave him a peck on the cheek before she moved away from him and placed the bowl to the side before she stood up and stuck her hand out so Tommy could pull himself up.
Together they made their way upstairs to their bedroom, Tommy extending his blanket over (Y/N)’s shoulders as they did so and when they finally climb into bed, Tommy curls around (Y/N) and quickly falls asleep, exhausted but glad to back with (Y/N)
#they grow okd together#and possibly die together#i loved this story so so much#its so warm#peaky recs
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i also read that SK wants Tommy to have a redemption arch and that the series will end with Tommy basically making amends and atoning for his sins.
so i really think that he dies but he does soemthing that makes him the good guy. wether he takes a bullet for someone or leaves all his money for a family memeber o various ones who knows
PEAKY BLINDER NEWS
Found in a Daily Mail article here
'There may be worlds that are part of the Peaky world that are about someone else.'
The award-winning screenwriter added that a Peaky Blinders world without Tommy would require the franchise to take on a totally new form, as he is currently 'the centre around [which] everything orbits.'
He added: 'It will go on in another form, which will be the film, and beyond that we want to keep the world going.'
Steven continued: 'In the form it is in, it is absolutely impossible for this to work without Cillian. As it grows and progresses, who knows?
The sixth series will pick up where the fifth series left off on 7 December 1929, the morning after a rally led by Oswald Mosley.
So, we’re definitely getting a film! Apparently it might not have Cillian in - which i assume means somethings gonna happen to Tommy. Whether that be World War Two, suicide or dying for some other reason, who knows. And there’s no big time jump to start off with!
I do have to wonder , though, if we’re going down the supernatural route and Steven mentions other worlds - does he mean alternate universes or ghosts or simply other peoples worlds like Lizzie or Polly?!
oh, tagging the usual suspects so everyone can see and freak like me
@smallheathgangsters @theshelbyclan @murswrites @lotsoflovefromlea @cas-kingdom
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I will literally collapse if you never do a part 2. THIS is how I always imagined Alfie’s wife to be wowowowowoww
“Tea with Mrs. Solomons” – Alfie Solomons x Reader x Tommy Shelby
{ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 }
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Alfie Solomons’ eccentric wife is the only woman Tommy can’t ever work out.
𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: I’m literally anxious before posting this (?) Because it’s so weird and so different and the Reader is super chaotic… But this idea’s been living in my mind rent free for such a long time that I had to give it a try… 🤔 It’s written from Tommy’s perspective although the Reader is Alfie’s wife.
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: English is my second language.
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4,100 ( 🤯 )
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Peaky Blinders S02E01
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I Hate You, But I Want You - Tommy Shelby X Reader
A/N: I’m sorry it’s late and also very long haha but I was on a roll! This is my fi Al entry for @maggiescarborough challenge. I knew I wanted to do Peaky Blinders for it but I had to gear myself up to write Tommy haha I hope I’ve done him justice! Also, I’m reading a book on the Kray’s… they were born in 1933 so… just in case you see any mentions of their names haha and their mother and father.
header was found on google!
Prompt: character and reader/OC being frenemies and finally resolving their sexual tension
Warnings: swearing, violence, injury, smut hehe
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(Moodboard by me. Images from Pinterest)
“They’re fucking ‘ere.” Arthur told Tommy as the car pulled up outside the Garrison, the sleek, shiny black car being driven by a bearded man in a hat, pulled to a stop.
He got out, opening the side door and out you stepped; booted feet first, the little showing of skin that could be seen just in the space where your boot stopped and dress ended.
Oh, Tommy was ready for this.
Royal blue woollen coat, maroon coloured gloves and ruby red lips that turned up into a smirk as you eyed the Shelby’s all standing in front of you, hands on their guns in case it was an ambush.
“Stop wetting your fucking trousers. No one is coming to pounce on you.”
“You’ve said that before. What makes you think we’re going to believe you?” Polly Gray asked but it was Tommy you smiled at.
“You’ll just have to take my word for it.”
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“Sometimes you have to lose your mind before you come to your senses.”
— Unknown
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