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shelbystales · 1 year

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Honor and Blood - Part Eighteen (Previsouly Gypsy Wit)

Tommy Shelby x Reader - Masterlist

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Summary: you are a gypsy and your family lives near Birmingham. Tommy Shelby needs a favor and Johnny Dogs says you’re the one he should ask for. A meeting is scheduled and when Tommy meets you, he is instantly drawn to you.

Warning: Swearing, fluff, angst

A/N: This is the former Gypsy Wit story, you guys voted and this is the new title. Please comment and interact. tell me what you think! it means a looot to me if you do!

English is my second language so I apologize in advance for the grammar mistakes.

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You woke up to the sound of screams and sirens outside Thomas’ house. As your vision adjusted, you could see Thomas hurriedly putting on his clothes.

“What’s happening?” you asked in a hoarse voice.

“I don’t know, go back to sleep. I’ll handle it,” he said, but you ignored him and slowly started getting out from under the covers.

He left the room as you put on his pajamas, deciding to grab the first thing you saw as you opened his dresser.

“It’s her shop,” Polly said when he found her.

“Whose shop?” Thomas asked, bewildered, looking at Arthur running into the house.

“Y/n’s,” Polly answered, making Thomas breath deeply

“It’s bad. There’s fire everywhere,” Arthur spoke, a bit out of breath.

“Fuck,” Thomas whispered, rubbing his eyes.

“The firefighters are there, trying to control the fire, but it’s already consumed everything, Tommy,” Arthur clarified.

You appeared on the staircase, descending the steps slowly while rubbing your eyes, wiping away the sleep and trying to wake up your body.

When you looked at those present in the room, you frowned.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, confused by the worried looks.

“Sit down, love,” Tommy said, walking over to you.

“What’s happened?” you repeated, now with more firmness in your voice.

“Your shop is on fire, dear,” Polly said.

“What? No!” Your gaze shifted from Tommy to Arthur, from Arthur to Polly, hoping they’d start laughing and say it was a prank or something. But they stared at you with concern in their eyes.

Without much thought, you rushed past them and dashed out barefoot through the streets of Small Heath.

You needed to see with your own eyes.

The cold wind on your face felt like a burn, but you didn’t stop running. The freezing air entering your lungs, although uncomfortable, couldn’t halt you. You ran as if your speed could make a difference.

Your mind was racing with thoughts. Who did this? If it was someone, if it was an accident. The dozens of carpets in the shop, all gone. All the hard work of your people… going to waste so quickly.

When you arrived, you saw the flames. You brought your hand to your face, a sign almost of desperation.

“No, no, no,” you whispered, getting closer to the scene.

There were several people on the street watching the firefighters in action. People you recognized, like the baker who had a shop near yours, the owners of neighboring stores, and also people who lived nearby.

“You can’t get any closer, ma'am,” the firefighter said to you as he rushed by with a bucket of water.

“Bucket?” you muttered to yourself as he moved away, confused about where the hose would be. That’s why the fire spread so quickly; they’re using fucking BUCKETS.

“Y/n,” you heard Thomas call you from behind.

You turned to him, confused, not knowing exactly what you were feeling. You wanted to scream, curse, tell everyone to go to hell, but all you did was cry.

Tommy quickly hugged you and whispered, “It’s going to be okay, we’ll figure this out.”

“They’re… using buckets,” was all you managed to say between sobs.

An hour later, the firefighters finally managed to control the fire. At that moment, you were sitting in the Garrison, looking out the window at everything the firefighters were doing. Polly had made tea, but Tommy had poured you a whisky, and that’s what you were drinking.

You felt defeated. As if you had lost everything, even though you knew it wasn’t entirely true.

To make matters worse, during your barefoot run, you stepped on a shard of glass, and your foot hurt. It was now soaked in a mixture of whisky and water that Polly had prepared to prevent infections.

After Thomas asked some questions, he was informed that the nearest water source had been cut off for some reason. That’s why they were using buckets.

The police had arrived and were questioning those present, trying to determine if it was a criminal act or not. They had already interrogated you, trying to find out any mistake you could have made to cause this fire. If you left any candles on or any sort of fire. Obviously, the answer was no.

John walked in through the door, followed by your brother and your father.

You stood up and hugged them both at the same time. You wanted to cry, but you had already cried so much that it seemed like there were no tears left.

“Who did this?” Your father asked, holding your face in his hands.

“I don’t know,” you said with a lack of energy and shrugged.

Patrick looked out of the Garrison window with a sad expression. “Everyone is going to be so sad,” he said.

“Yea, you don’t have to tell me” you said, sitting back on your chair and putting your feet back into Polly’s mixture

“If someone did this. We’ll now” Thomas said.

He was sitting close to you, but he was giving you space. You needed time to understand everything, it all happened too fast.

“What are we going to do?” Patrick asked you. He always saw you as an example, as a guide.

“I still don’t know,” you honestly replied. It felt like the ending of a terrible book, where there was no more story to be told because the main character had been defeated.

Although it might be comfortable to assume the role of a victim, it didn’t suit you.

“Well, um,” you took a deep breath and a sip of your whisky, “maybe the jewels survived the fire. We’ll have to check. Starting tomorrow, we’ll begin repairs and continue production. We’ll hope to have at least a few carpets to sell when the store is fixed, which will take a while, since everyone’s morale will be low. That’s only natural. We don’t have the luxury to stop, we need to keep going.”

“Maybe, just maybe,” your father approached you and knelt in front of you, “this is a sign.”

“No, it’s not a damn sign,” you said, already knowing what he was going to say.

“Y/n, our people aren’t welcome here. This could have been done by anyone,” your father continued. “I told you it was a bad idea, our people aren’t meant to stay in one place.”

“With all due respect, Dad. Just shut up,” you said, and he sighed, standing up and moving away from you.

“I’m going home,” he said, leaving the Garrison.

“The last thing we need right now is you two arguing,” Pat rick said with a passive tone. “There are two carpets ready in the warehouse, we made them yesterday. They turned out well, but people are still trying to learn how to use the machines.” You nodded, still focused on your shop through the window. Patrick looked at Thomas and said, “Take care of her.” With a slight nod, Thomas agreed.

Patrick followed their father out of the Garrison.

You brought both hands to your face; you were exhausted. It didn’t even seem like you had just had one of the best nights of your life, one of the most promising moments in your relationship with Thomas. Less than five hours ago, you were having dinner, and he had shared with you, that’s something. Now, all that good feeling had been wiped away, consumed by this mixture of anger and sadness.

“We’re going to take care of the bastards who did this, Y/n. Yeah. Don’t you worry,” Arthur said, his voice approaching you. Removing your hands from your face, you saw him sitting at the table with you and Thomas.

Arthur’s presence was a comfort, a reminder that the Shelby family stood united even in the face of adversity. Thomas remained silent, his eyes fixed on you.

“Thank you, Arthur,” you managed to force a smile.

“Wanna go home?” Thomas finally spoke up.

“I have to check on the jewelry,” you said, your mind racing with worry.

“I can have someone do that,” Thomas said, his concern evident. “Come on, you need rest.”

“We all bloody need it,” Polly chimed in, exhaling a lungful of smoke.

“I won’t be able to rest,” you admitted, your gaze still fixed on what was left of your shop.

“But you need to,” Thomas insisted, his voice gentle yet firm.

“Leave the girl, Thomas,” Polly instructed, her tone leaving no room for argument. He nodded in agreement.

Once the fire was completely extinguished, you approached the firefighters, who warned you that the structure might be compromised, with a risk of collapsing. They urged you to be cautious and swift.

They also informed you that you wouldn’t be able to start the fixing processes, the city council would need to come and conduct an assessment to determine if the building is at risk or not. Only after that, you could start the renovations.

As you walked through the wreckage of the shop, the reality of the situation hit you like a ton of bricks. The charred remains of what once held so much promise and hard work were now reduced to ruins.

The jewelry that had been meticulously crafted and displayed with pride was now likely either destroyed or heavily damaged. The thought made your heart ache, but you knew you couldn’t afford to dwell on it now. You had to salvage what you could.

Amidst the debris, you spotted the glint of metal and glass. You found a few earrings and few necklaces scattered around. Some in a better state than others. Thomas helped you on the search, getting his suit all dirty with the soot from the wreckage.

Why the hell was he wearing a suit? You frowned for a bit, changing your focus. He always had to look good, to present himself well, you admired that, but sometimes it felt stupid.

As you continued your search, your mind was already working on the steps ahead.

After confirming that there wasn’t much left to salvage, Thomas waited for you outside the shop as you took in the scene around you for a while longer.

Stepping out, you saw the Shelbys engaged in conversation with the police officer. Glancing up at the sky, you noticed that the sun had already risen, and life on the street was beginning to stir awake.

Thomas approached you, his gaze sympathetic and reassuring. “Are you alright?”

You let out a sigh, a mix of exhaustion and frustration. “I will be.” He gently took your hand, offering silent support. You managed a small smile, appreciating his gesture “It’s just… a lot to take in.” He nodded, his understanding evident. “What did the cop say?”

“Some people heard voices, other people saw things. They will investigate this properly, but it looks like it was criminal,” Thomas explained, making you sigh in response.

He let go of your hand to fix his pajamas on you. He closed one more button, not liking how much cleavage you had for show, truth was, his clothes were too big for you

“Polly suggested you help in the betting shop today. To keep your mind busy, do you want that?” he asked

“It’s better than staying at home with my dad,” you admitted, appreciating the distraction. You looked at him, wondering what the day had in store for you. “What will I have to do?”

“Count money,” he replied with a slight smirk, his attempt at lightening the mood. You couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

“Counting money doesn’t sound too bad,” you remarked, feeling a sense of normalcy returning.

“I’ll make sure it’s not too boring for you.” he gave you a malicious smirk that sent shivers down your spine, feeling your core throb

“Damn you, Thomas Shelby” You smiled and he held his hand to you. You took it and you both walked back to his house.

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dreamer-snail-re · 4 years

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Reblogged Writing Masterlist

Here is my reblogged Writing Masterlist! As I’ve said many times, I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE WORKS!!! This is just to act as navigation and easier access of what I’ve reblogged. If you don’t want to be on this masterlist or want me to take your post down, PLEASE LET ME KNOW!

Complete Reblogged Masterlist

Note: These links go to my reblogs and not directly to the creator’s account. Also, if there are crossovers, the link will be under whichever franchise the main pairing is from.

Updated: April 8, 2023

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Traitor Series (Sokka x fem!reader) by @sokkascroptop

Love and Monsters

Alive Together Series (Joel Dawson x GenderNeutral!reader) by @fandom-monium

Custody Arrangement (Joel Dawson x F!Reader) by @clints-lucky-arrow

Monsters, Love, and Family Pt. 1 Pt. 2 [Marvel/LaM crossover] (Joel Dawson x stark!reader) by @fanficimagery

Marvel

The children are our future? (Peter Parker x male!stark!reader) by @iliumheightnights

Physical Touch, Not Necessarily Love Series (Sharon Carter x reader) by @buriedhatchetcominguplavender

The Maze Runner

Smoke and Fire Series Part 4a (Firefighter!Thomas x reader) by @writingsbychlo

Stranger Things

Cool audio scene from Rock My World (Steddie) by @cholvoq

Teen Wolf

Instrutable Series Part 1 (Stiles Stilinski x OFC) by @oh-obrien

My Personal Devil in Prada Series (Lydia Martin x Winchester!OFC) by @buriedhatchetcominguplavender

Teen Wolf Rewrite Series (Stiles Stilinski x reader) by @bilesbilinskix

Stiles drabble (Stiles Stilinski x reader) by @oh-obrien

Void!Stiles Royal!AU drabble(??) (Noah Stilinski [like Void!Stiles but not] x reader) by @writingsbychlo

Other

Art is to Feel | A Bridgerton Series (Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader) by @peterpparkrr

Mondo Owada headcannon (Mondo Owada x transM!reader) by @mookoo-writes

Mondo Owada x Ultimate Tattoo Artist!Reader by @a-gun-with-one-bullet

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writingsbychlo · 3 years

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smoke and fire (epilogue II)

word count; 3193

summary; deep into your relationship, and still happy, there’s a bigger step on the horizon.

notes; please note that this is based two years after the events of the main series!

warnings; reference to arson, reference to injury.

“Tommy, where the hell are we? Why does it smell like burned wood?” You grinned, your vision blocked by the tie Thomas had used to cover your eyes, holding onto one of his hands tightly as he guided you up the pathway beneath your feet. “Seriously, I thought we were having a date night. You said we were going out!”

“We are out, technically.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek, your skin tingling a little where his lips had pressed, before he was slowing you down, bringing you to a stop, and his hand left yours. The sunlight that had been pocking through the tie was blocked, shadowed as Thomas came to stand in front of you. “It’s just not what you think. But we are on a date, and we can order some food out here later.”

“Where exactly is ‘out here’? Because we were driving for, like, an hour.”

“Okay, well, it wouldn't normally be that long. I got a little lost because I couldn’t use the SatNav.” He huffed, fingers smoothing over the knot on the back of your head and trying not to pull on your hair as he undid it carefully. You were buzzing with excitement, wondering where exactly it was that he’d brought you, and you blinked a little at the light burned ta your eyes, finally able to see again. Thomas had blindfolded you upon leaving the station after your shift, not wanting you to have any idea about where you were going, and it took you a moment to readjust. “You ready?”

“Totally ready.” You beamed, and Thomas nodded, dipping down to press a quick peck to your lips, before he was stepping out of your way. Staring up at the building for a second, your blinked once, and then twice, before your lips were pursing, head tipping to the side. You stared for another moment, before turning to look at Thomas. “We’re at a burned-up house from a call last month?”

“Yeah!”

“Yeah! Cool!” You faked his enthusiasm for a second, trying to understand where it was coming from. “Huh. Why?”

He rolled his eyes fondly, tucking the tie into his back pocket before taking your hand and tugging you up the steps. The doorframe was burned, the door pulled closed but unable to lock as it hung unevenly on its hinges, and Thomas pushed it open again carefully. “I thought you might want to look around? Can I show you around?”

You didn’t understand much, but you smiled, sensing his excitement in it, and nodding your head. “Yeah, Tommy, of course.”

You stepped in a little more, eyes flicking over it all. There was peeling wallpaper that was scarred with ash and black stains, burned away right down to the foundations in some places, and the ceilings were covered in soot. The floors creaked under your feet as you stepped in glass smashed and the shards stained, and it was unusual to see the remnants of a building like this without all the smoke and fire that usually came with it when you were on the job.

The first room looked like it was supposed to have wide doors, an entrance that would take double doors but they’d fallen down, ripped laces along the frame where they’d torn of, but the debris had been moved from inside of the house. The living room was beautiful, you couldn't deny it. There was a large fireplace against one wall, real log-burning with a chimney up to the roof and if you hadn't actually worked on the case, you’d have immediately put the large accessory down to the cause of the fire.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t. The reason this beautiful large house had burned down was stupid kids messing around with fireworks in the back garden of a house for sale, which was now completely destroyed. What would once have sold for over a million was barely worth a couple hundred thousand anymore, despite the beautiful neighbourhood it was in.

“This room is huge.” You mumbled, stepping a little further inside, and Thomas nodded. There was a file on one side, a place that was covered in old and destroyed bookshelves, a large windowsill beside it, and you could already picture it extended to make a little reading nook.

“Do you wanna’ see how it looked before? There were pictures on the real estate website, it was beautiful.”

You nodded, tuning to your boyfriend as he pulled out his phone, pulling up the pictures and swiping through them, Standing by his side, you looped an arm around his waist, leaning in slightly, and his arm went over your shoulders. Finally finding the right one, he positioned you both to be facing in the right direction, a set of large bay windows on one side that went out towards a decking that had been burned away.

In the photograph, the window had curtain rails and soft white curtains made of a thin kind of mesh, letting in the natural light as they hung over large glass doors. The walls were done up with a pale grey and white wallpaper, leaving it simply for the furnishings, but everything seemed to be in pale shades that made it all feel modern and elegant. Turning you both, he showed off the fireplace, decorated with old cobblestones and shale around the base that decorated it beautifully, before fading away into what had once been smooth oak wood flooring.

There were pictures on the wall at one end, and it reminded you of the wall Thomas had in his apartment, the one you had moved into almost a year ago, but his one was bigger, and looked like it could hold at least three times the quantity. There were couches laid out, surrounding a large television, and it was a huge area, a coffee table that looked like it was almost the size of a dining table.

Moving through to the kitchen together, you were even more taken aback by it. To one side was what was once a dining room, connected fully and open space, enough to seat a whole extended family, and you could only imagine the thanksgivings or the Christmas’, and you would be able to fit the whole squad into that room without trouble, without sitting in different rooms or connecting tables, all squeezing around the kitchen counters at Newt’s place or sitting in the tables, couches and floor like at Minho’s last Christmas.

There was space in the kitchen for an island in the centre, stools in front of it, and built-in ovens and fridges like at the station. There was also a set of large doors here, the glass broken, and you assumed this was where the fireworks had burst right though because there was a hole in the centre of the ceiling up into one of the rooms above.

“I saw this kitchen and I was immediately thinking about the size of it. Y’know, like, imagine the parties or the holidays, with a dining room like that and a kitchen like this I remember thinking it when we were putting out the flames, too.” He scratched at the back of his neck, looking around for a second, and you guided his face back to your own, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. “Weird thing to think about when putting out a fire, I know.”

“I was thinking the same thing. Big kitchen and dining room, you’d actually be able to fit a family our size into it without trouble. It’s kinda’ wild to think about.”

He chuckled, nodding his head, and his hands lifted to cup your cheeks pulling you back in closer to him. His nose bumped against your own, dragging together for a second in sweet Eskimo kisses, before his lips were meeting your own. Pressing in softly, he was still smiling into the connection for the first few seconds, before his head was twisting to the side, one hand dropping from your face to your waist, smoothing around your lower back and pulling you in even closer.

Pressing up into him, your arms circled his neck, pulling him down to your level as his tongue soothed over your lower lip, and you parted them for him. He sighed, a breathy and delicate sound, before his fingertips were digging into your flesh, holding you tightly as he pulled you impossibly closer. Scratching lightly at the hairs along the base of his neck, he rumbled happily, chest vibrating under your own with the noise and your fingers tangled a little more, and you pulled back. He whined, chasing after you for a few seconds, before letting you go, his forehead resting against yours instead.

“Your hairs getting kinda’ long.”

“You don’t like it?” He teased, and you shook your head, slightly kiss-swollen lips puckering for a second to press to his own again, a series of short pecks, before you pulled back.

“I like it, but you always complain about how sweaty your head gets in your helmets when your hair is too long.” He sighed, knowing you were right, and shrugging it off with a ‘hmph’.

“You know, talking of parties, there’s this amazing outdoor area. It's huge, there’s the decking from the living room and a patio outside here, there’s a big tree at the end of the garden and this amazing barbecuing area.” You nodded along, eyes narrowing on him again as he got excited over it, walking you a little closer to the broken doors so that you could see out.

He was right, there was a tall oak tree at the end of a huge garden, a fire pit made in the middle surrounded by beer cans and wrapped from where you assumed the teens who’d started the fire had been messing around, but with a little love and care, it would be all fixed up. The patio would seat big outdoor furniture, and you could picture a smaller firepit in the centre for later summer nights, as well as the proud barbecuing area Thomas had mentioned, built into the stonework with different levels and multiple grills.

“What do you think?”

“What do I think of this house?” You echoed, and he nodded slowly, almost hesitantly, before you took a deep breath, staring back out to the garden.

“I think it’s beautiful. Or, it was. Has a lot of potential to be incredible again.” You didn’t know much, you’d barely seen half of the lower floor and none of the upper ones. “I haven’t seen much of it, but what I have seen is nice.”

“Well, y’know, there’s big bedrooms. The master bedroom is amazing, it has an en-suite with a shower and a bathtub, a big closet and huge windows for natural light with a little miniature balcony outside of it. There’s a study down here which would make a really nice snug or cosy room, it didn’t get touched as much by the fire so you can get a better image of it when I show you. There are so many bedrooms, seriously, like, six bedrooms. There’s an attic, and a basement, and-

“Tommy, why are we here?” There was something hidden under his voice, his words trailing off after you’d interrupted him and his hand sank back to his sides from where he’d been making gestures with them, his shoulders slumping a little.

“It’s a cool house, I thought you might want to see inside of it! Especially since you and Newt didn’t get to do much when we were here, there wasn’t anybody injured, so you were just left waiting around, and I wanted to share it with you.”

“There’s more to it than that, I know I’m not great at picking up on signals, Tommy, but I’d like to think I got pretty good at reading you over this last year or so.” You studied him for a second, and he shrunk a little more under your gaze, before huffing out a laugh.

“Almost two years, now.” You placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing to reassure him, before sliding up to sit on his neck, letting your thumb brush over his pulse point and calm him. His hand landed on your wrist, following as he trailed it up your arm to find your hand, pulling it away from his body and linking your fingers together instead. He kissed along your knuckles, remaining in silence, but you felt like you were drowning in the nervous tension he was letting off.

“Talk to me, Tommy.”

“Okay.” He let out a shaky breath, nodding his head before looking back up to you. “Well, you and Newt were talking after the case, right? He said Derek lived in a neighbourhood like this when he was younger, and that you had always wanted to live in an area like this. Well, when I was in here, I kept thinking about how beautiful this place was, and how big it was. The whole squad could fit in, and it would be so comfortable. This is the sort of place you spend the rest of your life in, right? I was looking through it all and doing a sweep and because I knew it was empty my mind was wandering. I just thought about how I would never normally be able to afford a place like this, and how the value would go down so much because of the fire, and..”

“Oh, wow, are you thinking of buying this house?” You couldn't hide the shock in your voice no matter how much you tried, and Thomas chuckled as he watched you look around, with a little more interest now as you took it all in with more attention to detail.

“Well, yeah. Kind of. It’s only a thirty-minute drive from the house so it’s pretty much the same commute as right now, and-” He huffed, nostrils flaring a little as he thought, and you raised your brows at the way he suddenly went quiet, the gears in his head visibly turning as his brows furrowed a little. “Look, I’m struggling here, I’m nervous, okay?”

“Thomas, you’re getting all panicky.” You whispered, pulling him in a little, and leaning up. He was eagerly awaiting the kiss you gave him, body relaxing a little as you balanced yourself with one hand, thumb playing with his own where the other was still held by one of his, and he didn’t let you go when he pulled back. Instead, his head dipped lower, pulling you in and wrapping an arm around your waist, needy kisses that left you breathless as he held onto you, tension melting away and becoming a little hazy instead as he clung to you.

“I’m just,” His teeth nibbled a little on your lower lip, panting slightly as he pulled back for breath, and you were stealing more kisses through gasping laughs as you tried to get enough air, smiling and teasing as you did. “I’m just trying to ask you,” He was cut off again, your mouth meeting his and he laughed against your lips, his hand leaving your own to hold onto you more, fingers tickling over your sides lightly as you laughed into the kiss. “Cut it out, I’m calm now, but I have to say this while I have the courage.”

His cheeks were flushed when you pulled back, hair a little messy and lips a darker shade than usual, and he licked over them as he stared down at you, undoubtedly staring at an equal messy composure. “You have my undivided attention. Go right ahead.”

“I remember that a while ago, we were lying in bed and talking about things we wanted that we never thought would happen, and you said you’d always wanted to rebuild a house. Renovate it, was the word you used. You wanted to make it your own, but you never thought you’d afford it. And, on a paramedic and a firefighters wage, we’d never be able to afford a place like this, normally.”

“We?” You echoed, a soft smile on his lips as your heart thudded in his chest. You knew what it meant, it was a heavy commitment to buy a house with someone, living together was one thing but buying a house was basically a step away from a proposal, it was an investment in a long term future together, and you felt like you could barely breathe. Your chest felt tight, shock and adrenaline racing through you and you stiffened slightly, fear lacing itself into Thomas’ features once again. “You, uh, you want us to buy a house together?”

“Maybe..” He sighed, a little timid again now. “It was just a thought, because it’s such a beautiful house, and as soon as I saw it I was thinking about things you’d said, and it just seemed perfect for us, but if you don’t like it then that’s fine, just don’t shut down on me, okay?” He rested a hand over your cheek, thumb brushing softly, and his lips pressed a soft kiss toy our forehead. “Just tell me you hate the idea, but don’t go silent, alright?”

You nodded, letting him kiss your temple too, before pulling back to look at you. “I, um..”

“Hate it?”

“Love it, actually.” You choked on the words slightly, feeling a little breathless as they were wheezed out, and Thomas paused. He looked sceptical, shaking his head slightly, and you tried your best to smile. “No, I do. I really do. I’m just terrified, okay? I’m not good at long-term commitment, I’m scared, but I want it. With you.”

“Really? Because I know it’s a big step, and I know what it means, I’m not blind. It’s buying a house together, so if you wanna’ freak out or you don’t want it, that's okay, just tell me, alright? Because I’m in this with you for the long haul and you’ve got to know that by now, it’s not a secret, so I can wait until you’re ready.” The words sped from him, a little too fast, and you shook your head, leaning up to press your forehead to his.

“I’m really, totally sure. I just hadn't thought about it, okay? I was caught off guard, I’m not much one to think about the future, it doesn’t come naturally to me. But when I do think about my future, you’re always there.”

“Always?” He teased, twisting his head to brush his lips with your own.

“Every single time.” You gave him a quick kiss, a happy hum to accompany it and he relaxed once he let you sink back. “So, why don’t we order some pizza to be delivered here, and you can show me around some more. You said there were lots of bedrooms, which is good, because you know Newt will want his own.”

“So, we’re buying a house?” He looked a little unsteady, eyes glossing over, and he sniffed lightly. You matched him, nodding your head and beaming as the emotions overwhelmed you.

“Yeah, baby, we are.”

#thomas the maze runner #thomas #thomas x reader #thomas/reader #firefighter!tommy #ff!tommy #smoke and fire #SAF #dylan o'brien #dylan obrien #dylan obrien x reader #dylan obrien/reader #dylan obrien thomas #dylan obrien the maze runner

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fekst-fucker · 4 years

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MARRIED POLY PROXIES WITH A PREGNANT S/O AND THE DAD IS TIM!!!!!!

THIS IS SO FUCKING GENIUS ANON YOU’RE BIG BRAIN

tw pregnancy

- I mean fuck yeah they fought over who the dad was gonna be, everyone in the mansion was placing bets and shit

- Slender could tell. He took great satisfaction in smugly withholding the information from everybody but you, but you’d taken a DNA test beforehand

- It was like a premature gender reveal party. Tim even baked a cupcake with the result written on a piece of tinfoil inside it

- When he found out he was the father, he immediately scooped you up and threw you in the air, gave you a spin, and gave you a rib-crushing hug, he was already in tears

- Of course, Brian was hitting his shoulder the whole time, like be careful, they’re pregnant, you idiot

- They’re all very prepared for you to have this baby. Brian has gathered (read: stolen. Irresponsible father) tons of baby supplies, crib and formula and all

- Tim and Brian bicker like an old married couple already, so they’re busy doing that and fussing over stupid stuff like sheets or cups of coffee while you’re trying to chill in the kitchen with your breakfast

- You hate being the mediator, but you’re very effective. One glance can shut them all up

- And of course if you were to get up and wobble with your big pregnant belly Tim and Brian would immediately be at either elbow

- They’re both so fussy with you, like I didn’t suddenly become as fragile as a china plate just cuz I have a baby. You two have seen me get thrown around and beat up in combat before

- They pull the “we KNOW but we’re just WORRIED what if something HAPPENS” card, you have to kinda smack them a little bit and remind them how tough you are. I don’t constantly need to be babied

- They kinda grumble and shuffle and promise to stop treating you like you’re made of glass

- They won’t stop. They’re just worried about you :) 💖

#tw pregnancy #pregnancy #make no mistake. Toby is here #but you all must imagine him yourselves 😔 I’m sorry #and the rings are those silicone firefighter rings. cuz you all get into such dangerous situations involving fire surprisingly often #poly proxies #masky x reader #hoodie x reader #masky #hoodie #proxies #Brian Thomas #Tim Wright

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moonlitdesertdreams · 2 years

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Special guest

A/N: Hiii, here's some more Batman writing! Thanks for all the support, I can't tell you all how much it means to have people enjoy my writing <3 And since you all liked Gordon and the reader interacting with Batman so much in Take care, here is some more of that vibe :)

Summary: reading to the children at the Wayne Foundation Orphanage had become a staple since it first opened. Tonight, you managed to procure a very special guest for the kids.

WARNINGS: None, just a lil' fluffity fluff at the end.

Tags: Bruce Wayne x Reader, Bruce Wayne, Batman, The Batman, Battinson, DC Universe, fluff, Batman x Reader, Batman 2022, pattinson!batman, dc imagines, batman one-shot, Wayne Foundation, Wayne Enterprises

Word count: 2.6k+

The Wayne Foundation Orphanage was opened shortly after the flood waters were banished from Gotham’s streets and the seawalls rebuilt.

After years of encouragement from Alfred and yourself, Bruce had finally agreed to have someone handle his parents’ legacy. Read: their fortune which currently supported little more than Batman’s nightly escapades.

Hence, Wayne Enterprises was the new moniker being tossed around the headlines of Gotham news. Rumors of the reclusive billionaire investing his family fortune into technology and pharmaceuticals soon became true. Gotham’s initial reaction was cynicism- no one in power had done anything positive for the citizens in years, and you couldn’t blame them for their perspective.

Bella Réal, however, became an accepting, if not excited supporter after a few meetings with yourself and a very quiet Bruce Wayne. Alfred had tagged along to some, providing some historical insight into Thomas and Martha Wayne’s accomplishments and building a secure foundation for your newborn relationship with the new Mayor.

And six months after the Riddler demolished Gotham’s stability, it was regrowing like a weed through cracks in a sidewalk. People were supportive and excited when they heard stories of the Wayne orphan and his wife providing financial support to the public, technology for schools and backing for anti-corruption efforts in the criminal justice system. Not to mention the buzz as both of you continued making more public appearances as the days went on.

Bruce was hesitant at first, shy and begrudging in the face of cameras. He hid behind his hair and squinted sensitive eyes in the direction of flashing shutters. You were there for him to lean on, with soft touches and whispered reassurances the media couldn’t hear. While some claimed he’d done little for the city since his parent’s death, you witnessed first-hand his and Batman’s effect on the city. Whether they knew it or not, Bruce Wayne’s acts were some of the driving powers in the city’s renaissance.

Hope seemed to follow Batman, giving Gotham’s citizens some comfort as they walked home from work or enjoyed a night out in the city. As the streets grew less dangerous- well, less dangerous in the sense of Gotham- people wanted to enjoy the bits of beauty they could find.

And Batman allowed that beauty to grow.

It really hit you while reading at the orphanage on one of your days off. No meetings, no bookwork, and no political galas to attend. It was a Saturday night, and you took the short drive to the newly-refurbished building for their weekly book night.

Something you’d encouraged early on, ‘Book Night’ was an easy favorite for the orphanage residents. You had a range of people who would come by and read books to the young children and offer support to teens who were going through the throes of grief. Yourself, the Mayor, Lieutenant Gordon, Bruce, along with various police officers, firefighters and local celebrities had agreed to come and read books. The young kids were beyond pumped to see firefighters in particular, and nothing had outshined the actual reading like the fire chief pulling up outside the building in Gotham’s biggest fire engine.

But tonight was your night, and you entered the building- once a mob bank with apartments above it, in the downtown area- from remarkably dry sidewalks. Gotham was holding in her incessant rain tonight, something you could be grateful for. Inside, you were greeted by a few familiar faces.

“Wha’s up, Mrs. Wayne?”

“Ay, you’re back!”

You chatted with a couple of them while heading towards the library, topics bouncing back and forth between school work and relationships, sometimes even straying towards job applications. A warmth filled your chest as you did, happy to see so many whose lives had started in the Narrows beginning to blossom into adults actually happy to be going to school.

“Speakin’ of boys, when’s your husband coming back?”

You laughed aloud with the teasing, eventually bidding your farewells to the eldest teens when stepping into the library. Braced for an army of kids to knock you from your feet, you were surprised to find them- the normal crowd of about fifteen or sixteen- already huddled in a circle, some lounging in beanbags while others munched on snacks.

In the reading chair, sat Lieutenant Gordon in full uniform. His cap sat on his knee while the leather GCPD jacket was hooked over the chair back. You smiled and waved, determined not to interrupt the riveting chapter of The Mouse and the Motorcycle he was currently rattling off.

Tucking yourself into an unoccupied beanbag behind the group without disturbing them was admittedly difficult. Once settled, you fished your phone from the purse now lying next to you. Emails and notifications filled the lock screen, eliciting a huff that sent strands of hair blowing from your face.

Gordon kept reading, children obviously engrossed in his words as he described Ralph the mouse’s fall into the metal wastebasket. You took the opportunity to respond to a few texts and delete junk emails. Alfred has sent you three separate texts after you’d left the tower, and a pang of guilt hit you over his worry. Since the Riddler’s attempts on your lives, he’d grown even more protective of you and Bruce.

‘I’m at the Orphanage for reading night. Don’t worry- Gordon’s here too.’

It was when you were about to cram the phone back in your purse when it buzzed with another text message.

Bruce: arent you a lil big for beanbag chairs?

Your first instinct was to swivel, looking towards the door you’d entered. It would not be the first time Bruce had surprised you at the orphanage- one of the very few public places you actually felt like he didn’t mind visiting. A visual search came up empty, resulting in another text message.

Bruce: try again.

Gaze shifting to the only other place Bruce Wayne would be at night, it took a moment for your eyes to adjust to the darkness past the windows. After a few beats of staring at the adjacent building, you noticed the gargoyle-esque figure perched on a rickety fire escape.

Unable to help yourself, you tapped out another quick message, this one to Bruce.

‘Creep’

You bit your to hide your smirk. On the fire escape, you could’ve sworn you saw the glowing light of a phone. Sure enough, yours buzzed again a minute later.

Bruce: whats wrong with keeping an eye on pretty girls?

You looked back towards where you hoped his eyes were, rolling yours as far back as humanly possible.

‘If you’re gonna lurk out there, why don’t you come and join book night?’

Bruce: im good watching from here.

You blinked, biting back the devious grin pulling at your lips.

Though it was a joke, you mulled over the idea in your head. You were sure the kids would love a visit from their local crime fighting vigilante. Shit, they spent hours each night waiting for him to swing by.

In the same moment your plot began, Gordon must have finished his chapter. He closed the book with a flourish.

“Kids, it’s your lucky night. Looks like Mrs. Wayne has decided to join us after all.” A kind smile chased his words. You had been running behind that night, purely because of your own doing.

That however, was a personality flaw you were unwilling to address at this time.

An excited chanting of your name broke up the quiet room, and you were effectively tackled by a herd of elementary-aged children. Raucous laughter filled the library as you fell dramatically.

“Lieutenant! Help! They’ve got me!” You hollered, attempting to stand with kids hanging onto your arms.

“Looks to me like you’ve got a pretty good handle on the situation.” He remarked and stood upright, placing the police cap back on his head. The leather jacket followed suit.

To the kids, he spoke one last time. “Mrs. Wayne is going to be taking over from here. You’ve all been a great crowd tonight.”

While you freed yourself from the kids, now growing impatient to get back to their story- you’d never cease to be amazed by the attention span of children- your plan sprung back to mind. Checking to make sure the shadowy figure was still visible out the window, you called for everyone’s attention.

“Actually , I have a little surprise for you all tonight.” You spoke in a conspiratorial voice, motioning for them to all come close. Even Gordon was intrigued apparently, watching your movements with curious eyes. “Come close.”

Whispers shot back and forth across the group until you hushed them. “You guys have to be really good while I tell you, okay?”

A chorus of nods answered.

“I have a special guest for reading night. Have any of you ever heard of this guy called The Batman?”

Excitement overpowered them, and the squeals blew you back. Gordon chuckled, but said nothing as you edged towards the window. You fumbled with the lock for a moment before it freed. The window, in true Gotham fashion, was hard to open, and you had to nudge your shoulder to get it to budge.

Outside, you could now make out the whole shape of Bruce’s cowl. His head was cocked ever-so-slightly to the side, and you grinned.

“That’s right, guys. Our special guest tonight is Batman! Look over there, he’s already waiting!”

Waves and shouts erupted from the group.

“Woah, he’s scary.”

“Awesome!”

“Mrs. Wayne, is Batman gonna read to us?”

Voices overlapped, creating a hum that Bruce could no-doubt hear from his position. There was also no way he didn’t hear you, and you cocked a brow. His cowl tilted back straight, and you swore for a moment his eyes were visible.

“Batman might not read, but he can definetly say ‘hello’ to everyone.” You chirped, looking across the alley. “Isn’t that right?”

To you, it was like lightning that his arm shot up and fired the grappling hook upwards. His body followed, and the children all cried out in disappointment.

“He left?”

“Aw, I wanted to show him my bat stuffed animal.”

Amidst the complaints, you drew your cell phone back out from its place in your pocket and sent another text.

‘Bruce Thomas Wayne, if you don’t get your happy ass back here I stg I’m not touching you for a week.’

The read receipt popped up right away, and you watched the typing bubble appear and then disappear. It was that moment you knew you’d won. There was a distant clatter before a hulking mass of black landed on the fire escape in front of you.

“It’s the Bat-Man.” One boy squealed with a childish pause, tottering to your side. “Hi, Mr. Batman”

You stepped away from the window, allowing him to clamber into the library. Bruce’s eyes met yours, exasperation and anxiety clear in them, though he was quickly distracted by all the kids flooding around him. Gordon even looked surprised at your apparently well-planned book night surprise.

“Kids, this is Batman.” You gestured between them, “Batman, these are the kids.”

“Can you turn into a bat?”

“Did you get bit by a poison bat?”

“Show us how to fly!”

“Do a flip! Please!”

“Yeah, do a flip!”

Black as night and looking almost out of place in the lights of the library, Batman surprised you by kneeling to greet the kids. Gordon raised his eyebrows, nodding towards the guest.

“Impressive feat, getting him here.”

You could only nod. “Yeah, it was a lot of string-pulling on Bruce’s end, but we made it happen.”

The Lieutenant seemed to consider your words a moment before sharing a very manly wave with Batman. He glanced between you both and headed for the door. “Have a good night, Mrs. Wayne. You too.”

A goodbye slipped off your tongue, and you turned back to the kids who were all gathered in another circle around Batman, asking questions and chattering excitedly. His cape was a favorite, and two of the youngest were tugging on the ends as you approached.

“Alright guys, whaddy’a say we keep reading?” You picked up The Mouse and the Motorcycle. “Maybe Batman will help?”

In the end, Batman didn’t help read, but he did linger for quite a while. By the time you’d finished the book, most of the children were asleep or very near it, fighting to keep heavy eyelids open. You helped get them all to bed, tucking them into blankets.

Back in the library to clean up, you found Batman perched languidly on the fire escape. His normally solid posture was lazy, on leg dangling over the edge of the platform. You eyed him while you tidied up, eventually shutting off the lights in the room and making your way to the window. Climbing through it, you used his shoulder to steady yourself. There was enough room to squeeze in next to him, so you sidled up to him and sat down, arms leaning on the lowest railing while your legs hung over the edge.

“Hope you enjoyed book night.” He rasped.

The cool breeze caused you to shiver. “I did. Thanks for… cooperating.”

Bruce shrugged. “Not much I could do. Police scanner was slow tonight… plus I didn’t want to get mobbed by children for trying to leave.”

He must have noticed your shiver while another breeze drifted by, and lifted his cape in an invitation. Sliding across the metal fire escape, you huddled into his side and allowed him to drape you with the fabric.

“Thanks.” You dropped your head to rest on an armored shoulder. “But really- the kids have never been more excited.”

A chuckle escaped his lips. “I can tell.”

After a few seconds, he continued. “This is good. What we’re doing here.”

You tilted your head to look at his face, chest tightening at the conflict you found there.

“It is. You’re their hero. With and without this.”

One of your hands lifted to tap his cowl for emphasis, and he leaned into the hand you allowed to linger.

“You’re their hero. Not Bruce Wayne.”

Tittering your disagreement, you traced the edge of his cowl, tucking a strand of hair back underneath.

“Whatever you wanna think, honey, it’s the truth.”

Bruce suddenly tensed under your touch, and you assumed something interesting had come up on the earpiece you knew was planted in his left ear. His jaw tightened and you felt his heartbeat pick up underneath your hand.

“What is it?” Curiosity got the best of you, and you inquired up Gotham’s latest crime.

Bruce shook his head. “Nothing.”

You rolled your eyes and nudged his shoulder with yours. “Go. I’ll be fine getting home.”

“It’s alright.” He said, as if you hadn’t been in a relationship for years.

“God, you’re a bad liar even with the mask.” You stood, dusting off your pants. “I’m headed inside. Batman needs to be headed towards whatever scene you’re hearing about.”

Bruce hauled himself to his feet, catching your wrist in rough leather gloves. “Be careful driving.”

“I’m always careful, Batboy.” Pulling his wrist away, you leaned a hand against the building. “Now go on.”

In a dizzying motion, he pulled you to his chest and pressed a hard kiss to your mouth. “See you later?”

Maneuvering so you were back inside looking out, you dipped your head. “Of course. Be safe.”

In a mockery of your own words, he quipped. “I’m always safe.”

You were unable to respond before he was gone. His shadowy figure swung to the top of the next door building before darting off to wherever he’d left his bike.

Staring out over the shadowy streets of Gotham, you could only smile.

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ladyelissarose · 2 years

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Just Give Me A Reason

Song- ‘Just Give Me a Reason’ by PINK

Battinson x reader

Right from the start

You were a thief, you stole me heart

And I, your willing victim

Two years into being the Batman, Bruce Wayne would’ve never thought how much of it would’ve changed him, but it did quite a number on him. He soon became nocturnal, relentless, and somewhat started to become cold in his empty heart full of vengeance. After the events of The Riddler, something in his life changed, both in his life as Bruce Wayne and as the Batman. He soon realized that his purposes shouldn’t of been to seek out vengeance and be the face of fear, but instead, he should’ve been a beacon of hope to those who needed it most. And that’s exactly what he became, especially when he fell in hard for the love of his life, who is now his wife, Y/n. Y/n stole Bruce’s heart the first night he met her, she saved his life after he had risked it for a bunch of kids who almost drowned in a bus that had crashed into a ditch filling with water from the heavy rains Gotham always brought in the most unfortunate times.

I let you see the parts of me, that weren’t all that pretty

And with every touch you fixed them

Being the firefighter she was, Y/n dragged him out of there without breaking a sweat. Bruce was injured badly after breaking his hand and arm trying to break through the glass to get his way inside the bus to the kids, the shards of glass also pierced through his suit and cowl causing him more damaged than he could’ve ever imagined.

Y/n begged him to let her drive him to a near by hospital, but he told her no because it would only make things worse for him, for they would try to steal is hidden identity. Finally coming to an agreement, after bantering back and forth with him, Batman let her drive him to her near by apartment and helped him inside to stitch his scars. When it came to the part to stitch his head, Batman hesitated wishing he had never agreed to this in the first place, but he knew he never would’ve made it to the Manor, his wounds were too deep and painful. Seeing the true compassion in Y/n’s eyes and her promises to never say a word about his identity as she crossed her heart truthfully, Batman was soon leaving her welcomed to the man he actually was under the mask. Y/n stood in awe of who Bruce Wayne actually was, she had always admired the Wayne’s, no matter what the Riddler has said about Thomas. So seeing her two favorite inspirations being one person, made her open up to him easier, as well as him to her.

Now you’ve been talking in your sleep, oh oh

Things you never say to me, oh oh

Neither of them never would’ve of thought that in a full year into their marriage many things would happen. Some of Bruce Wayne’s time was occupied by the Mayor or him needing to attend charity meetings, and being the Batman took most of the time in his life, wether he was out at night protecting the city or in his cave researching through his lens from his activities the night before, and for Y/n, being a Lieutenant at the GCFD would take her time too at anytime.

Some night neither of them would be in bed, or it was one or the other, meaning hardly or never together. Y/n missed Bruce dearly when she would finally make it to bed and he wouldn’t be there to welcome her into his arms, sometimes she would try and talk him into coming with her, but he’d never budge, saying he had a lot of work to do, so she’d end up alone. One night Bruce came home more than exhausted, that night been the hardest in a really long time. So he left all his work for the next morning as he dragged himself straight to bed. Upon walking in he heard soft but faint mumblings.. it was Y/n, crying in her sleep as she said,

“I miss you Bruce.. I need you Bruce.. I wish you were here... is my love not enough for you?”

Bruce’s heart broke at her words, how could’ve have been so reckless and losing touch with the one woman that had saved his life and took him as he was.

Tell me that you’ve had enough

Of our love, our love

The next days that came after that night he tried his best to give Y/n more attention, but he didn’t know how. He didn’t know how much to give it if there was even a limit when it came to the love of your life. Bruce knew he loved her deeply and truly, he’d do anything to keep her safe and happy, but he had lost focus while trying to keep her so hidden from his life in the shadows, when she had already told him.. that she’d take and love him either way. She tried to convince him that she had seen and lived through worse, meaning she was able to love him and face his darkness. But he was scared, that loving and bringing her into his life was a grave mistake.

Just give me a reason, just a little bit’s enough

Just a second we’re not broken just bent, and we can learn to love again

It’s in the stars, it’s been written in the scars on our hearts

We’re not broken just bent, and we can learn to love again

Bruce would start to stay away and be silent, hoping that she’d break things off first, but she wouldn’t, instead, she drew herself closer.. without words.. but with action. Leaving on display for him to see all her scars from all the fires she fought, she would tend his new ones from every night he returned home, showing him that there was noting to fear about them, scars are just the evidence that we are stronger than what’s hurt us and what caused the scars. She kiss him gently on every bruise and stitch, every place on his body that hurt she showed her undeniable love. Y/n wanted to prove to him that their marriage wasn’t a lost cause or choice, they just needed to learn to love with the same passion they had at first, love like they did in the first place, and come together.

I’m sorry I don’t understand

Where all this is coming from

I thought, that we were fine,(oh we had everything)

Your head is running wild again

My dear we still have everything

And it’s all in your mind(yeah but this is happening)

You’ve been having real bad dreams oh oh

You used to lie so close to me oh oh

There’s nothing more than empty sheets between our love, our love

Oh our love, our love

Bruce couldn’t understand the meaning of love, but he could feel it. It was like when you couldn’t describe how happy or sad you were, it was like a feeling without words to describe it. He began to claw into her touches, understand the loving words she said to him. He began to see that it wasn’t a bad choice, or a mistake.. it was a learning process. He realized that he hadn’t been coming to sleep with her but instead down at the cave. But when his dreams would torment him she was there to wake him out of it and bring him to reality where he was safe in her arms.

He didn’t understand how she could love him so much, after going through so much in her life and in his as well.. yet she never changed or showed indifference with him.

Oh tear ducts and rust

I’ll fix it for us

We’re collecting dust, but our love’s enough

Bruce would mention a flaw in their marriage that he had caused, which made him feel insecure and not good enough for his wife, but Y/n would find a way to fix it for him, and let him know that he was more than enough for her.

You’re holding it in

You’re pouring a drink

No nothing is as bad as it seems

We’ll come clean

Y/n told Bruce that no matter what he said or did that she’d always be by his side and always choose him first. She’d show him her actions of love, her soft words that calmed him down when he’d wake up shaking hoping it was just a dream, her warm meals she cooked before leaving to work, her taking his silence when he wouldn’t speak, being patient with him when he didn’t want to touched because his body hurt too much, or he grew so insecure about his once clear skin being covered again and again in black and blue. As much as she loved him, Y/n knew it would take work, to help him open up, but she chose to go through the pain, the silence, the empty bedsheets, the untouched meals, all to show him that there was more to life than under his mask and charity galas. One day, he walked into his room after spending the whole night in the cave after coming back, and she was crying again, but this time she was awake, curled up on his side of the bed wearing his sweater as a pajama top. He ran to her and took him into his arms quickly, without even thinking about it. Y/n pulled away in shock of his actions, he had never done that, at least in his own terms, his heart dropped and felt that he had probably crossed the line already, thinking it was over. But at sight of his new bruise on the side of his face, Y/n crawled into his arms again and embraced him tightly. They broke down in each others arms, spilling words of love and assurance to one another. Bruce confessed his love to her all over again, like if it was the first. And promised that he wouldn’t leave her to dry ever again, that he would love her and talk to her. He told her that he had problems with opening up to people, he had terrible trust issues because of his childhood, and what the Riddler has said had effected him much, making him feel disgusted by the legacy he carried. He shared every dark secret through tears and moments of silence as he collected himself to go on, and there sat his best friend, his loyal wife, his love and the air he breathed, holding him through it all. After spilling everything.. he broke down immensely telling her that it was ok to leave.. that he understood if she left because of how broken he thought he really was.. telling her that there was someone better out there for her. He never finished his rambling when she pulled him off the bed and made him stand up, she pulled him outside to the top of the Maine where they had the perfect view of the city, and the sunrise.. that was beginning to paint the once rainy clouds of Gotham in vivid shades or pink and orange. The warm shade of the sky shone on Bruce’s face making his wet cheeks full of tears visible. His trembling lips and shaking hands were given a loving kiss before she got on her knee, stopping him from questioning her actions as she said with tears in her eyes,

“Bruce Wayne, I cant imagine my life without you, I knew it would be hard, and did it hurt? yes. But that didn’t stop me from trying and loving you, I knew you were worth loving and saving from the darkness.. Bruce, where did you propose to me?”

He still didn’t know what was going on, but he answered,

“It was a rainy night.. after... after to stitched me up while I bleed on your floor for the 10.. 15th time? What’s going on-“

“Sh sh shhh... listen ok?”

He shook his head yes as she went on to saying,

“Now.. I want us to start all over again.. in the break of dawn, where there’s new beginnings.. giving us a new reason to go on, you’re not broken, I’m not broken, our marriage isn’t broken.. we just need a little fixing.. and I’m willing to love you.. all over again.. Bruce Wayne.. I want to keep you as you are.. will you marry me.. again?”

Bruce thought his tear ducts would be dry by now, but they continued to flow rivers of tears as he saw the light shine beautifully on his wife.. his new wife. Seeing her smile while on her knee holding his hands awoke something in him he thought he had lost because of his mistakes.. but she was right. He wasn’t broken. He got down to her racing as he held her face in his hands saying,

“... yes.. I say yes..”

They gave each other a loving and passionate kiss, one they would die to stay in forever. The new morning embraced them warmly as they held onto on another.. ready to start again. Sense that day going on, with struggles and all.. they always reminded each other, that there was a reason... to keep loving and moving on.

Just give me a reason...

we’re not broken just bent..

I never stop, you’re still written on the scars of my heart...

You’re not broken just bent..

and we.. we can learn to love again.

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disasterfandoms · 3 years

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The Scariest Day || An Evan “Buck” Buckley Imagine

Anonymous requested: “hi! can you make an evan buckley x reader where the reader, buck’s girlfriend, is pregnant and got into an accident (you can decide the type of it) and she got hurt. the 118 got called on the scene and they find out she is there and you can decide how evan is going to react. thanks!”

A/N: fuck this makes me sad okay? You angsty anons, you. This is fem!reader. I’m sorry it took so long to get this out!

TW: trauma to the reader, pregnant!reader, hospitalization, IV, needles, injuries, coma, intubation.

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The day you found out you were pregnant was the second scariest day of Evan’s life. He knew he eventually wanted to start a family, but he didn’t know it would come as soon as it did. So when you told him, it had taken his breath away.

Then there was the 8 weeks ultrasound. That’s when he heard the baby’s heartbeat for the first time, the first time it had hit him that this was real, you were pregnant with his kid, and the world was going to change.

God, he wished he cherished those moments more now that he knew what was in store for your family.

He was holding your hand, sitting by your hospital bed. Tubes seemed to be coming out of you left and right, he wasn’t even sure what all of them was for at this point. The hand that wasn’t holding yours landed softly on your swollen belly, waiting to see if he could feel the baby kicking, the heartbeat from the monitor sounding out with the other machines in the room. He couldn’t believe this was happening, trying to remember how it ever got like this.

Engine 118, Ambulance 118, MVC on the corner of Ladley and Thomas.

All firefighters and paramedics at station 118 hurried to their respective vehicles, and left the safety of the firehouse. Buck had just been talking about the baby, the last sonogram showed the little bean’s tiny finger and toes and he couldn’t stop smiling thinking of meeting them in just a few short months.

He tried to focus on the accident at hand, MVCs are never pretty, and that intersection is notorious for them. He got out of the truck once it arrived, and nearly doubled over in shock from seeing your car, smashed between three vehicles.

He tried to run towards you, but he was held back by Eddie and Bobby. He doesn’t remember what they said to him, only that they were keeping him from seeing you dead in that car, or so he thought.

You were alive, but barely. Hen and Chim quickly got to work on you, but they had to admit that it didn’t look good. They had loaded you up into the ambulance before he had the chance of seeing you, he was too focused on trying to breathe. He was panicking, though. His girlfriend, his baby were in danger.

He got to the hospital as soon as he could, but you had been rushed into surgery. The doctor had said that the baby was fine, miraculously, but you had suffered a lot of injuries, and they didn’t know when you would wake up. In the meantime he would be here, talking to you, to the baby; hoping that you’ll be alive and awake to see your beautiful baby boy being born.

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the-fiction-witch · 2 years

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Too hot!

REAL LIFE COUPLE TBS X READER RATING FUNNY

Fun fact: all the news reports in this are actual reports and stories going on in the UK today. Yay!

"And today the net office is predicting temperatures within the red zone to reach highs if 42°C or about 105 to 106°F" the weather lady explained on the TV as I sat wearing a bikini, my hair up in a bun, sitting on the sofa attempting not to melt into it the fan on the table on its highest settings but it was just pushing the hit air around, my ice filed drink snuggled to my chest in an attempt to cool down

"How you doing Thomas?" I asked glancing to him as he laid in only his boxers on the wooden floor wet tea towel to his head

"I wish to die"

"Same. How you doing down there?"

"I am so hot. It's not even funny."

"You've been places hotter then this"

"Yeah by choice! In places with air con! American hotels have such good air con. We don't have air con we have a desk fan from tesco."

"Don't tell yelling will only make it hotter"

"I know I'm sorry. I getting irritated when I'm hot"

"I know you do" I giggled "you want a lollipop?"

"Maybe. But I've had two today"

"Fair enough"

"Now back to our top stories. Luton airport had grounded some flights due to the heatwave. Many schools around the country are either closed or only open for limited hours. RAF has grounded it's flights due to the runway melting, the A14 closed for several hours due to the road surface buckling in the heat, metro passengers told not to travel due to the heat and many rail services are cancelled due to the spiked heat, employers told to halt work due to the burning heat, firefighters across the UK and Europe are being called to grass and wildfires" she explained "the public in the red areas are urged to. Keep hydrated. Keep cool. Close all windows and blinds. Stay indoors if possible. Work from home if possible. Make sure to use fans and other air conditioning options. Drink beverages with ice And if essential put your hands and feet in cold water to Bring down your temperature."

"The hell do you think we're doing news lady? Going on a hike? Bonfire? You know what y/n I know outside is currently 35° but you know I really think I could go for just sticking my arm in an oven."

"It might be cooler our oven is kinda shit."

"Can I go live in the fridge?"

"No Thomas."

"I'll fit" he pouts

"Just because you will fit in our fridge does not mean you can go sit in it"

"But I wanna"

"No"

"Fine"

"Why are you on the floor anyway?"

"Heat rises. Theoretically the lower I am the cooler it will be"

"Is it working?"

"No. But I'm down here now. That and my bare back is stuck to the floor I don't think I can move without assistance"

"Fair enough. I got a little bit of ice water in the bottom of my cup you want it?"

"Yes please"

"You wanna sip it or just -"

"Just throw it at me is fine"

So I threw the remains of my drink over him

"Ahhh thank you dear"

"Your welcome. I'm going for more ice and drink you want more?"

"Yes please can I have a fridge beer?"

"It's ten am?"

"The roads are shut and my car doesn't have working Aircon right now. I'm not going anywhere"

"What about your bike?"

"Nope. Have to wear a helmet and leathers. Not gonna happen"

"Okay fridge beer it is. Ice?"

"Yes. Do that thing like you do thought ice first so it fills the cup"

"I shall. Love you" I smiled giving him a kiss as I went to the kitchen making our drinks happily returning handing him his ice and beer

"Ahhhh I love you so much. You have sustained me for the next like hour"

"Your welcome" I smiled sitting back in the sofa but this time laying down "hey Thomas?'

"Yes dear?"

"If I did from the heat. Please follow my instructions in the if I die folder"

"I shall. Please do the same for me"

"I Will. Also if you get a new girlfriend I will haunt your ass so bad"

"I know you will. I'd you also get a new boyfriend I will haunt that creepy doll in the attic become like a terrifying Annabelle"

"You sure you wanna possess a doll, Thomas?'

"That doll is terrifying"

"I know, I'd get rid of it but I'm afraid it'll come back and be mad so I just let it live up there" I explain "why not possess your motorbike? Spooky haunted motorbike. I'd see that movie."

"But am I the whole bike or just bits? Because if I crash will I die again? If I'm taken apart will I be conscious in my other parts and take down anyone who had my parts? Or will I just exist in one specific bit?"

"I don't know. Thomas you're thinking to hard for when it's this hot"

"I'm sorry"

"It's okay. Fuck it."

"What?"

"I'm going for ice cream. You wanna come sit on the kitchen floor and wait for ice cream with me?"

"The kitchen floor is always cold…. Coming!'

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buckyswintersoldiermask · 3 years

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Scorching Hello

Bucky Barnes x reader

Bucky Masterlist

Part 2

Summary: You and Bucky, a firefighter, have an interesting first meeting after a fire breaks out in your apartment.

Word Count: 725

Warnings: mentions of fire, smoke, smoke inhalation

A/N: i thought of Bucky as a firefighter and this is what I came up with :) Just imagine he’s wearing turnout gear in the gif above :0

“Fire in the Summers Apartment complex 56th St. Engine 67. EMS 67.”

Everybody ran in and quickly put on their turnout gear. The single alarm meant that only one station was needed, but that could change once they surveyed the fire. Within minutes they were on the road, making their way to the apartment complex.

Once arriving they saw many people outside of the apartment complex looking at the building as smoke and fire bled out of it.

“Everyone we’re going to need you to step back, if you have any smoke inhalation or burns please see Jackson and Foster over there.” Said the Captain, as he was walking over to the crowd of coughing people. “I’m looking for the owner.”

A lady appeared from the big crowd, “hi, I’m the owner, Jules Carter.”

“Is there anyone else inside?” The Captain asked.

“I don’t see (y/n) (y/l/n) or Erika Harley, they live together on the 5th floor and Colin Thomas, he lives on the 2nd floor.”

“Thank you ma’am.” He turned over to his team and continued, “Barnes and Hayes, you’re on search and rescue. We have 2 victims left inside of the building on the 5th floor, (y/n) and Erika. The floor of the fire. Go in and get them. Samuels and Frank go to find James; he is on the second floor. Everyone else hit the fire from the outside!”

With their commands, they all ran into the building to find their victims, Barnes and Hayes took the stairs up to the 5th floor extinguishing every fire they came across.

“Barnes? Search and Rescue? Isn’t that below your pay grade?” Hayes snickers, trying to bother Barnes but that wasn’t happening. Lives were at stake, Bucky wasn’t going to let his sneers endanger lives.

“Shut up Hayes, I hear someone.” Barnes says before they reach the 5th floor. Opening the door, a huge wave of fire comes their way, making them unable to get in. They extinguish the fire as they make their way on the 5th floor, being greeted by you and your roommate.

“What happened here?” A firefighter said, walking up behind you.

“Grease fire.” Your best friend responded.

“A grease fire that could’ve been put out easier if you didn’t put water on it!” You yelled before aggressively coughing.

Hayes was already trying to put the fire out as Bucky went over to help you two.

“Okay okay, let’s get you two down stairs with some oxygen.” The firefighter said, guiding you and your best friend downstairs of the apartment complex.

“Watch her raise the rent because of this!” You complained, continuing down the stairs.

“Barnes, you don’t want to stay back and put out the fire?” Hayes called out trying to make Bucky jealous.

“I have to get these two downstairs before they inhale any more smoke. I’ll send up Samuels or Frank if they have found Colin.” Bucky replied, simply ignoring him as much as possible.

Bucky took you and your roommate down the stairs, so you could get out the building. “So Barnes huh?” You said as you took a couple steps.

“Yeah.”

“So you do this for a living, walking perfectly fine people down to get oxygen.” You teased, before coughing again, making Bucky laugh.

“The both of you aren’t perfectly fine and I do a lot of other things on the job as well.” Bucky responded.

Remains of the fire from upstairs bled through the walls and stopped the three of you from walking. Bucky took out his fire extinguisher and extinguished the fire enough so you all could pass. “Let’s get you two out of here.”

Bucky helped the both of you to the EMS car so they could check you out then went to report to his chief. He was about to go back to his partner when you waved him over.

“Yes? Are you okay?” He urgently asked looking at the both of you , which Erika nodded knowing you wanted to talk to him more.

“Maybe next time we’ll meet again and you can save me from severe smoke inhalation again.” You joked, taking your oxygen mask off.

Bucky laughs, putting your mask right where it belongs. “I hope we meet again, but not because of a burning building.” He smiled before dashing right back into the burning apartment.

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mads-weasley · 3 years

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Safe Pt. 5: The Plan

Newt x Reader

Part One Part Two Part Three

Part Four Part Five Part Six

A/N: Hey y’all! Thanks for reading this series! I’ve enjoyed writing it! This one is super long, but it’s worth it! There will be one part after this one! Sadly, I do not own any of these amazing characters other than (y/n). I hope you enjoy it!

Summary: After making it through the scorch and to the Right Arm, you are attempting to save one of your best friends and the love of your life in one final mission to destroy WCKD.

Warnings: cranks, mentions of blood, major angst, mentions of death, explosions, gunfire, warfare, mentions of torture, some fluff.

(y/n) - your name

(y/n/n) - your nickname

(y/h/c) - your hair color

Italics - flashbacks

The time for the plan had come. Thomas had managed to kidnap Teresa for the plan. After being interrogated by Gally, she took the WCKD tags out of you and the gladers’ necks. As she was taking yours out, you decided to ask her a question you’ve been dying to know. “Can I save him? Newt?”

A few seconds following your question, she responds, “Yes, but he’ll always need more.”

“Is there any way to cure him completely?”

“Not as of now. I’m sorry, (y/n). I really a-“

“Slim it. I don’t need your pity.” Wincing as she jerks the tag out rather roughly, you get up and walk over to Newt.

He looks worse by the second, and it scares you how fast the virus is taking hold of the boy you love. He’s sitting in a chair with his head up against the wall behind him, eyes closed. “Hey, darling, how are you feeling?” you coo, squatting to his eye level. Sitting up, a small smile etches his face. “Better now that you’re here, love. Sit with me?” You move and sit on his lap, putting your arms around his neck. He stares into your eyes and works them down to your lips. You’re so close that you can feel his hot breath on your face.

“You’re so beautiful, (y/n).” You smile in response before he speaks again. “I’m going to miss seeing that smile; the one that lights up the whole bloody room. And the way you hold onto me when you’re scared, and every shucking thing about you. I’m so desperately in love with you.” He smashes his lips onto yours, and you immediately reciprocate the passion behind it. You run your hand through his hair as he cups your face in his hands. Pulling away slightly, your foreheads rest against each other.

“You’re not going anywhere. I promise you.”

“(Y/n), you kno-“ he’s cut off as Thomas walks in.

“It’s time.”

You were inside the WCKD building having a firefight with their soldiers as Thomas, Newt, and you, were looking for Minho. Running around a bend, you’re confronted by a single soldier. “Stop, you three!” He demands. You all jump when a figure comes out of nowhere, kneeing the soldier into the wall. Immediately, you recognize the dark haired boy. “Minho!” You all collectively yell. “Is this real?” He asks. You wonder what they must have done to him and the thought of it made you sick to your stomach. After a short reunion, you run around a corner to take cover. Newt slowly slides down a wall as he rips off his mask. A coughing fit racks his chest and you run over to him as he starts to wheeze. “Newt, we have to go and get the serum!” Turning to the group, you yell, “We have to go now! Newt needs the serum soon!”

Thomas nods, and you help Newt off the floor. Luckily, he can still stand by himself. Without his WCKD mask on, you can see the dark veins inching up his neck, and a shudder runs through you.

“Thanks, love.”

“Hang on, okay?”

“Always.”

Firing back at the soldiers who came around the corner, you run into a room and lock the door. The four of you look around the small room for an exit but find none. “Oh, shuck.” You whisper under your breath.

You assume the worst; that you’re going to be killed by WCKD after fighting so hard for so long. Turning to Newt, you hold his face in your hands, “No matter what happens, know I love yo-“ You stop at seeing bright orange sparks coming from the door, meaning they were drilling through the lock! You all start backing away from the door and towards the windows behind you. Newt pushes you behind him in anticipation. “Any ideas?” Minho announces. Turning around, you see Thomas looking down through the window. “Maybe.” He says unsurely.

Minho and Thomas pick up a large metal barrel and throws it through the window, shattering it. Looking down, you see it splash into the water below; 20 stories below. “Okay, it’s doable.......Just need a running start.” Says an out of breath Thomas. Walking back towards the door, Minho asks, “You sure about this?” to which Thomas wearily responds, “Not really.” Grabbing Newt’s hand, “Nice pep talk.” You quip. As he squeezes your hand, Newt speaks, “Yeah, we’re all bloody inspired.”

In a matter of seconds, the whirring of the drill stops and the door flies open with a bang! Before guards can to flood into the room, you all start running and jump through the window. Your stomach was in your throat and you felt like you were falling for minutes. You all screamed as you flew through the air, landing into the surprisingly deep pool.

When you emerged from the water, you took a deep breath and heard Newt call your name. You all swam to the side of the pool, helping Newt get out last. The virus was starting to shut him down. It shook you to your core but also lit a fire inside of you to make sure he got the serum. Hearing the sound of WCKD guns charging, you spin around to see four guards aiming their guns at you. “You four, don’t move!” One of them yells. “You gotta to be kidding me.” Whispers Thomas.

As you start to slowly reach for your pistol, another guard sees you. “Uh-uh-uh. Don’t even think about it, girl!” You take your hand off your gun and place them in the air when all of a sudden, one of the soldiers turns and shoots the others! They take off their mask to reveal their identity; it’s Gally again. “Gally??” Asks Minho. Shuck, he still thinks he killed him! Gally nods curtly. “Minho.” Any other time, you would have laughed at Minho’s facial expression, but this was a serious moment with serious consequences.

Gally starts to run and motions for us to follow. We continue running for a short time before taking cover behind some concrete barriers. You slide down next to Newt as he begins to cough again. Taking his hand in yours, you lean over and kiss his cheek. He was burning up despise the fact you just jumped into freezing cold water. Minho squats down to talk to Newt and you make your way over to Gally and Thomas, asking, “How far away are the tunnels?”

“Uh, maybe 12 blocks from here.” Looking over to the boy you loved, you see his body shaking with every cough that escaped his mouth. Sensing your worry, Gally states, “We can make it.”

You see Minho coming towards you with a concerned face after talking with Newt. “How long has he been like this?” He asks. Without thinking, you respond, “He’ll be okay. We just have to get to Brenda. She’s got the serum.” Getting up and walking towards Newt, you try and help him up, but fail. “Come on, Newt. Let’s get you up, love.” After another failed attempt, your eyes start to water and your voice breaks. “Thomas, c-can you help me?” He runs over and helps get your love off the hard concrete. He stumbles into Thomas, but luckily he catches him before he can fall again.

Your small group begins to run as fast as they can, more like speed walk, towards the tunnels. Newt is being supported by both Minho and Thomas on both sides. Gally is leading the front and you are covering the back. All of a sudden, there’s an enormous explosion at the wall. Lawerence, you thought. This was his plan all along! “We’re trying to take down WCKD, not the whole shucking city.” You say. The group, except for Gally, starts moving again but his eyes stay glued on the giant hole in the wall. “Gally, come on!” You yell at him.

Now you were close to the tunnels, and close to saving the love of your life. As you round a corner, you see WCKD guards swarming the area, but luckily they haven’t seen you. “Hey! Stay low! Stay low!” Gally demands as you once again take cover behind a tall concrete slab surrounding a tree. Sliding next to Newt, you take a deep breath and try not to think about everything going wrong. “Shoot!” Thomas exclaims from beside you.

Hearing the WCKD soldiers yell, “GET READY,” you knew something was big was about to happen. “What are they waiting for?” Asks Minho in a low voice. Before any of you could respond, another large explosion goes off. This one was much closer to you and was immediately followed by screaming, gunfire, and more explosions. You all duck lower behind your cover as bullets and debris strike it.

“We’ve gotta get out of here!” You yell to the group, but mainly Gally. “Let’s go! Let’s go now!” He yells back in response. Minho and Thomas help Newt once again and you take up the rear, watching to make sure you weren’t seen by WCKD. Looking at the scene behind you, it was chaos. It would be a miracle if you got out of this alive.

Continuing to move towards the tunnels, your mind wandered to the what if’s of the situation; what if Newt doesn’t get the serum in time? What if you don’t make it out of here? These thoughts swirled around your head as you ran through the now burning last city. Seeing a rocket coming your way, you yell for everyone to jump into the abandoned store on your right. Once inside, the RPG goes off where you were moments before. The boys propped Newt up against the counter and Thomas went to try to get a hold of Brenda on his walkie.

You crouch down in front of Newt. “Hey, love.” He rasps, wheezing.

“Hey, Newt. How are you feeling. Don’t sugarcoat it for me either.”

“Bloody terrible, honestly; but I’m glad you’re here. You make it better.” He raises his shaking hand and pushes a strand of your (y/h/c) hair behind your ear.

“We’re so close, Newt. Stay strong for just a little bit longer. Please, do it for me.”

“I’ll try, (y/n/n). Have I-“ a cough escapes his lips, “Have I told you how much I love you?”

Leaning down, you allow him to kiss your forehead but the moment is interrupted by Thomas. “Brenda’s coming to us. We gotta move!” Helping Newt up, you get on the move again through the now violence filled city.

Going through old businesses and homes, Gally calls out, “Alright, Newt, we’re almost there!”

“Just leave me,” you hear him say, breaking your heart. He didn’t think you’d actually leave him, did he? As you are about to cross the road a burning car comes flying past you on its side. “Get back!” Gally yells to the group. You all duck behind cover, you squatting next to Newt. Looking him over, you see the spider-like veins have made their way into his face. He also has a dark liquid running out of his mouth. “Oh Newt,” you whisper, voice breaking, as you wipe the foreign substance off of his chin.

You take his face in your hands as he just looks at yours with a blank stare. The chaos around you intensifies, leading Thomas to make an executive decision. “Minho, you’ve gotta run ahead and get the serum. Get back as soon as you can.” He nods and turns to Newt who snaps out of his trance. “Minho. Thank you.”

“You just hang in there, alright?”

“I’ll cover you,” Gally offers. You’re about to thank them as well but you feel a weak tug on your shirt.

Turning to Newt, you see tears in his eyes. “Wait,” clearing his throat, he continues, “(y/n), love, you need to-to go with them.” He wheezes. You suddenly burst into tears.

“No! I’m not leaving you! I love you, so there’s no shucking chance I’m leaving your side!” You see his eyes go wild, but it’s too late for you to brace yourself.

“GO! IF YOU REALLY LOVE ME, GO!” He takes a few breaths that were more like loud wheezes. The crazed look disappears, and your Newt was back. “You shouldn’t have to see me like this, (y/n). I love you more than anything. Now go!”

Not caring about the state of his appearance, you grabbed his face and kissed him hard. “(Y/n)! I’m sorry, but we have to go.” Gally demands. You pull apart and whisper, “If anything happens, know I love you. I’ll see you in a minute.” He sluggishly nods and Gally covers you and Minho with gunfire as you run across the road towards Brenda; towards the serum.

Your legs are moving faster than ever before along with your heart, which you thought would pop out of your chest. As the explosions and gunshots were going off around you, you didn’t focus on them. You were only focused on Newt. All the memories the two of you shared flashed in your mind. The time you first met him: The boy with the accent squats down in front of you, and with a kind voice, he says, “Hi, love. My name is Newt.” The time he comforted you after escaping the WCKD compound: Squeezing you tighter, he kissed the top of your head, whispering, “We’ll get through this together, (y/n). We’ve come this far, and I know we still have a long ways to go, but I know we will be alright as long as we’re together. I love you so much, (y/n/n).”

You’re snapped out of your thoughts by a scream from a familiar voice. It was Brenda with the serum! “(Y/n)!! (Y/n)!”

“Brenda!!” You yelled back, sprinting towards her. Minho tried to stop you as you ran across the chaos filled road. Reaching Brenda, you grab the vile and turn around to run back the way you came. Minho and Gally were pinned down by heavy gunfire. “(Y/n)! Go! Save him!” Gally yelled. Following orders, you sprint back towards Newt. The city was now in fiery ruins as you ran through the war torn streets.

When you were about a block away from Newt and Thomas, you were rushing to cross a road when an explosion pushed you up against the nearest wall, eliciting a groan from you. Your ears started ringing and your head began to throb. At this point, you had totally forgotten about your concussion, but you were quickly reminded of it. After a few seconds, you dizzily leave the wall and continue running.

You turned a corner and saw them. Stopping in surprise, you feel your heart skip a beat. Newt was on top of Thomas.

“Sorry, Tommy. Tell (y/n) I love her.” Newt whispers before grabbing Thomas’ gun and pointing it at his own head.

“No! Newt!” You scream, starting to run towards the scene. You only get his attention for a split second, but it was enough time for Thomas to knock the gun out of Newt’s hand. He sends it skidding across the concrete and it skids to a stop at your feet. Newt inhumanely howled in response and started fighting Thomas. Picking up the gun, you yell, “I’ve got it, Thomas! We need to give it to him now!”

Newt pulls out a knife and starts to slash at Thomas, prompting you to run closer to them. You run and throw your body on Newt’s, knocking him off of Thomas. He growls and quickly gets on top of you, pinning your hips down. Pulling out the knife, he starts to bring the knife down as you yell with tears in your eyes, “Newt! Stop!” His eyes clear and he drops the knife. Out of breath, he wheezes.

“(Y/n)? Get out of here. I’m so sorry, love.” In an instant, your Newt was gone, replaced by the bloodthirsty one with crazed eyes. You reach for the serum in your pocket and your heart drops when you no longer feel the vial. As Newt scrambles to pick up the knife again, you buck him off, quickly getting to your feet. “Thomas! Where’s the vial!?” The both of you begin to frantically look around the large area until you see it. It lies 10 feet away, somehow unbroken.

You make a beeline to the small glass container as Newt goes after Thomas with the knife. Reaching the life-giving serum, you begin to run back towards the boys. Newt charges at Thomas, wildly swinging the knife. Before he can get to him, you slam into him, once again tackling him to the ground. Adrenaline coursing through you, you quickly inject the serum into his neck.

He stills as silence envelops the area. ‘I was too late,’ you thought. Collapsing on top of him, you begin to sob into his chest. Thomas falls to his knees next to the both of you, head in his hands. “No. Please no. Ne-“ He’s interrupted by a loud gasp that escapes Newts mouth. Shooting up, you see his lovely brown eyes staring back at you. “(Y/n)?”Grabbing his face, you press your lips on his, ignoring Thomas’ excited shouts behind you. Newt runs his hands through your hair, deepening the kiss.

Pulling away, you both smile ear to ear. “How? How am I alive?”

“I got the serum from Brenda. Newt, I-I’m just so glad you’re okay. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, (y/n/n). You were the only thing that kept me going, love. When I told you to leave, it was because I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer. I didn’t want to hurt you. I-I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you, especially if I did something.”

He pulls you in close and wraps his arms around you. After a few seconds, he recognizes that Thomas was waiting to talk to him. You draw back, sensing this, allowing them to have a happy reunion.

Moments later, Brenda, Gally, and Minho come running, all exclaiming in happiness when they see Newt is okay. Although you were enjoying the moment, you couldn’t shake the feeling something wasn’t right. You shrug it off as your stress and continue on with the reunion. Gally clears his throat, “I don’t mean to break this up, but the city is falling down around us. We’ve gotta go.”

As you were making your way through the war torn streets to the berg, a sharp pain coursed through your body, causing you to cry out and lean against the nearest wall. Everyone’s heads snapped your way and Newt ran over to you. “Love, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?” Getting harder to breathe from the pain, you wheeze, “My side, Newt. It shuckin’ hurts.” Pulling off your jacket, he curses underneath his breath.

You look down and see a piece of metal protruding from your side with blood oozing from it. It was about three inches wide and who knows how long. “Gally!” Newt yells, “What do we do?”

“Uh, don’t pull it out, we need to get to the berg soon, but she should be fine.”

“Thanks. I’m going to carry you, love.”

“No,” you start, “You’re still weak. I can try to walk.” Attempting to take a single step, you collapse into his arms.

“I’ve got you, (y/n/n).” Gally says, gently sweeping you off of your feet.

Before you know it, you’re on the berg being treated by a medic. Newt was by your side the whole time. When they pulled the metal out, you screamed in pain as Newt squeezed your hand in reassurance. The pain caused your vision to go white and you heard voices above you, but they soon faded too.

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shelbystales · 2 years

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Best Aid - Part Three

Modern Tommy Shelby x Reader - Masterlist

Previous parts: 1 - 2 -

Summary: you are a young doctor in Birmingham. After a crazy incident, Thomas Shelby shows up at your hospital. You don’t know much about the man everyone seems to fear, but you definitely will.

Warning: swearing

A/N: comment and interact, tell me what you think! it means a looot thank you very much

English is my second language so I apologize in advance for the grammar mistakes.

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Because of the accident, your boss asked you to do another 12-hour shift. The hospital was chaotic and some patients had even been sent to other hospitals for lack of beds.

It turns out that before the firefighters arrived, another two cars that were on fire actually exploded, as Thomas had predicted. Not many people were hurt by these explosions because the parking lot was practically empty. The problem was that the financial loss was huge and the hospital's pipeline had been damaged, which caused the closure of a wing of the hospital forcing a relocation of patients.

Your shift was over an hour ago, but things were so hectic that you and Jeremy stretched out a little longer.

Dressing in your normal clothes, finally stopping to pay attention to your body, you saw how tired you were.

"I'm a wreck," you said meeting Jeremy in the locker room

"Me too. I know it's only ten o'clock at night, but it's been past my days of hours and hours of shifting in a row. I made a promise to myself and I wouldn’t double shift no more" he said wearily "my mental health is more important"

"Well I'm kind of used to it" you smiled, putting on your sneakers "but today was intense"

"It was really intense. I can't wait to get home and soak in my bathtub" he said hopefully

"I'm jealous. I need to get an apartment with a bathtub now" you laughed.

"It makes all the difference," he said standing up when you finished putting your shoes on.

He offered to give you a ride home since your car had turned to coal. You hadn't called insurance yet, but you were pretty sure they would cover the expenses somehow.

On the way out of the hospital, you were surprised to find Thomas outside smoking a cigarette.

You looked at Jeremy with a doubtful face and they walked up to him

"What are you still doing here?" you asked him

"Hey, Doc. Just doing a more thorough investigation" he said and you nodded

"I thought it was the gas line," Jeremy said adjusting his backpack on his back.

"Maybe" Thomas replied as he looked at where the explosion happened.

"Well I doubt they are being able to see anything, why don't you guys come back during the day?" you asked

"Because this isn't happening," he said and looked at you, his eyes looking deep into yours causing a shiver down your spine "get it?" you nodded

"Good luck with your non-investigation," you said and continued walking with Jeremy to his car

"Doc?" Thomas called you making you stop and look at him "how are you going to get home? Do you need a ride?"

"Um, no, I'll-" you started but were interrupted

"Yeah, she's taking the bus. I tried to convince her, but she just won't let me drive her home just because I live on the other side of town." Jeremy spoke quickly, lying without shaking a muscle on his face. You looked at him frowning not understanding "we know how dangerous it can be at night but she doesn't listen to me" he shrugged

"What are you doing?" you asked him in surprise and he smiled

"I can drop you off at home," he said and you shook your head

"It's not necessary," you said shaking your head

"I insist, you don’t live far from here," he said throwing his cigarette on the floor and walking toward you "let's go, it will be quick," he said walking past you and walking to his car

"I'm going to kill you," you said to Jeremy who smiled at you

"Use a condom," he said and winked

"What?" you laughed and he walked away leaving you in the middle of the dark parking lot. looking around you saw Thomas standing by the side of the car waiting for you with the passenger door open. You smiled embarrassed and got in the car

His car smelled new and probably cost more than your apartment.

You felt a little uncomfortable in his car, not sure what to do. he had turned on the car radio, keeping the volume down just to fill the awkward silence

"You don't think it was an accident?" you asked trying to make conversation

"It never is" he replied "not when I'm around" you nodded and went back to paying attention to the road "sorry about your car, ey"

"Oh, I don't mind. I mean, I do, but honestly, I'm sadder that the security guard who was driving died. He was a nice guy" you said sadly "if I had gone to take the car out of the way... well I don't even like to think about it" you shook your head

"What? What are you talking about?" he asked confused

"A few minutes before the explosion, the guard asked me to move the car out of the parking space because it was getting in the way of the work that was being done there. But I was too busy and I gave the key to him… He was a nice guy, always smiling" you explained "I don't know why, but I feel guilty "

"No reason, it wasn't your fault," he said and you nodded.

"I know" you nodded.

“Do you have any plans for tonight?” he asked and you shook your head while laughing

“No” you laughed “I’ll just wash this day away and cuddle with Ozzy,” you told him

“Oh, Ozzy. Is he your boyfriend?” he asked and you frowned

“No” you smiled “he’s a cat. I have a cat” he nodded almost relieved to know

“You don’t look like a cat person,” he said

“Really? I am so hurt by that statement” you joked and he smiled “what about you, do you have any pets?”

“No, I am not a pet person,” he said “they are too high maintenance”

“Oh, Mister Shelby has no time for other things but himself, I assume” you teased

“My business takes much off my time already,” he said shrugging and you smiled

“That's sad,” you said mocking him

“As if you were any different. Look at the time you are leaving your work” he retorted making you smile

“I guess we are not that different, except I save people and you… well” you shrugged and he nodded quietly. You didn't have to finish your sentence, you both knew exactly what you meant.

"Thanks for the ride" you thanked him as he pulled up in front of your building.

"No problem," he said with a smile as you got out of the car “have a good night”.

“You too” you smiled and walked inside.

Later that night Thomas' men discovered the bomb in your car. The bomb was connected to the ignition. You just had to start the car and boom, it would explode.

He was already tired of this senseless war. But his enemies seemed to feed on it.

Who were his enemies? well, it was easier to ask who wasn't.

Right now he was at war with the Italian mafia. They were vying for territory, as the mafia wanted to get into Birmingham and other cities they had control over, like London. Tommy for years kept order in these cities, people think the crimes he committed were out of greed, but without the Peaky Blinders, chaos would ensue. the truth is that without them there was no order.

Several studies have already proven that when a power structure is lacking, a structure that gives order to society, as the police do, small other groups will grow and take on this responsibility upon themselves. This happens a lot in areas abandoned by the state, where the law does not apply. Where the rich aren't settled, where Tommy was born.

It wasn't easy to get where he was, but it was easy to do what he did. People who know the Peaky Blinders know that they do more for them than any politician with empty promises.

Of course, they worked out of fear and kept their power that way, but is that so different from what the police or religion does? you can't do anything they don't want you to or you're doomed to hell or a prison cell for years. At least Tommy gave a second chance to anyone who proved worthy.

He cared about who was with him, he protected whoever walked by his side. Building, thus, a feeling of union with each and every person favored by the Peaky Blinders, making people who weren't, want to be. One of his main rules being that civilians were always off-limits, no harm was to be done to them, ever.

Back to talking about the war with the mafia.

Many civilians had already paid the price. Starting first with the bomb implanted in one of his factories, killing many of his workers. After that, an attack on one of his main ports on the west coast destroyed several ships and took many lives as well. Not to mention the direct confrontations that went on in the dark and narrow streets of Birmingham.

They had been at war for almost two months now. Tommy knew that going forward was just backward. He would only get more and more violent. The mafia didn't care who they would hurt, they just wanted to prove that everything and everyone could be their victim, that they had the power and not Tommy.

To be honest with himself Tommy was afraid for everyone around him. He had a plan, he had to outsmart them, but for some reason, the Italians always seemed to be five steps ahead of him.

The beating he got from the Italians was just another example of how vulnerable he was. he needed to improve his game.

Sitting on the sofa in his living room, a glass of straight whiskey in his hand, he pondered what to do next. For some reason, out of everything that has happened so far, the fact that they put a bomb in your car is what pissed him off the most.

he wasn't sure why. But he cared about you and he didn't want you to be another victim of this war. perhaps the best thing would be for him to step away, and keep his distance from you. not give any more reason to the Italians.

He took out his cell phone and went to Instagram. He was not used to using Instagram, he had a personal account, but it was private. His company account on the other hand was public and had thousands of followers. Nowadays the one who took care of their social mídia was his younger brother, Finn. he knew about all these new technologies.

Putting your name in the search tab he found your Instagram, luckily it was not private. He looked photo by photo, learning so much of your life in a few minutes. Finding out who Ozzy was, seeing pictures of your family, and several pictures of you alone enjoying your life. Lots of bikini pictures, that made his cock pulse, he wanted you.

"Fucks sake" he muttered to himself tossing his cell phone onto the couch.

Taking a deep breath, he took his hand to his face and quickly picked his phone back and out of pure instinct sent you a message

"Hey, you up?" he texted and felt.

He instantly regretted 'you up?'? what the fuck Tommy. He was going to delete the message, but you had already seen it.

"Sorry. Who is this?" you texted

"Your favorite patient" he replied deciding to be a big boy and own up for his poor choice of message and you smiled involuntarily

"Ms. Flores? Why are you texting me?" you mocked

"ha ha”

“Yes, I am up. I can’t fall asleep even though I am drained” you texted

“I know what you mean, I can’t sleep either. Hey, I was wondering… mind if I stop by?” he asked taking you by surprise

“What? you were just here?”

“I know, but I need to tell you something. About your car”

“My car? what about it?”

“I am on my way” he stood up and walked out of his house in a rush.

“ok. I guess”

The intercom rang about 15 minutes later. You managed to change clothes and dress in something cozy, but that valued you at the same time. You had no idea what he wanted to talk to you about, but you felt a little excited about his presence in your house.

"Hi," you said opening the door for him.

"Hi" he smiled and walked in

"The house is a bit messy...Ozzy plays pranks when I'm away for a long time" you explained awkwardly

"It's not messy," he said and smiled

Your apartment was no big deal. It was small but very modern and organized. the kitchen and living room were integrated, there was a small laundry room, a guest toilet, a nice balcony that you filled with plants, and a suite. Tommy walked around the living room a bit, looking around.

"Want something to drink? I was drinking some wine before you arrived" you said looking around the kitchen, not sure if the wine was the kind of drink you should offer "I also have water, some teas, and orange juice?" you asked a little confused about what this visit was about.

"Wine is nice," he said and you nodded taking the bodle of wine that was sitting next to the sofa and served him a glass “What were you watching?” he asked seeing that you had paused something on the TV

“Oh, just some new Netflix show. It’s actually pretty intriguing. It’s about a Brazilian criminal and there are some rituals involved... well I don’t know yet I just watched the first episode. It’s called Santo” you said as you handed him the glass of wine

“Sounds good,” he said and you smiled "where is your cat?"

"Oh, Ozzy is not very friendly with strangers. So he's probably in hidding somewhere" you explained and he nodded "So... what did you want to tell me?" you asked sitting on the couch

He sat next to you and looked at you for a minute. He thought you looked different, people always look different at home and you… you looked so relaxed, so beautiful. All he wanted to do was get his hands all over you, he imagined himself on top of you right now, kissing you so desperately, pulling at your hair… making you moan his name.

“Tommy?” you asked again, taking him out of his daydream

“Right” he cleaned his throat “your car wasn’t an accident, y/n. I came here to ask you for something. First, you have to understand that I am in the middle of a heated relationship with a group of not very friendly men and I'm afraid they've put a target on you.”

“Why?” you asked not sure why you ended up in this situation

“They don't care about anything. They are targeting the people around me. All around. My family, my secretary, even my barber… they don’t really need a reason” he explained

“Oh…” you hummed sipping on your wine.

“Your car had a bomb in it”, he told you, and with that things got real, you felt scared “I came here to ask if you would mind having a man in front of the building. To take care of you"

"I wouldn't," you said and he nodded "actually I would appreciate it," you said and with that, you drank all the wine in your glass.

“You don’t need to be scared,” he said and you chuckled

“I believe I do. You just told me people around you are dying for nothing and I fucking saved your life” you stood up, feeling agitated, and walked to the bottle of wine that was sitting on your kitchen balcony.

You didn't know how you were feeling. It felt like you had just received your mother's diagnosis all over again. You felt like losing control of your feelings, you couldn’t understand them at the moment. You took a deep breath, calming yourself.

Thomas got up and walked over to you. Stopping beside you he gently touched your arm.

"I promise I'll do everything I can to make sure no one comes near you," he said and you frowned in confusion.

"Why?" you asked looking at him "why are you here? Why do you bother if they come for me or not? Did you do this to your barber?" you questioned him, a bit of anger and mockery in your voice

His touch on your arm became firmer and with that, he pulled you close to him

"No I didn't," he said, his face inches from yours.

He looked at you with his baby blue eyes, his eyes held so much desire that he was able to make your core burn. He set the glass down on the counter freeing his hand so he could gently cup your chin and direct you for a kiss. You didn't move, you felt trapped in a spell like he was now all that mattered. You allowed him to bring his face close to yours so slowly, allowing you time to deny it if you wanted to. But you wanted him, there was no denying it.

When his lips touched yours you felt like you were melting. His wet and warm lips felt so right on yours, so relaxed so gentle… you felt like you could make this your home forever. The kiss was slow and hard at the same time, you could feel he wanted you. His lips felt so comfortable on yours as if you had kissed before, many times before. And the way your tongue danced with his felt so incredibly exciting.

His hands roamed over your lower back, pulling you closer to him. You could feel your heart pounding against your chest.

You held on to his neck, not allowing much distance between the two of you, as you stroked your hand down his neck and his short hair at the sides.

You drew back a little to catch your breath as he moved down to your neck and kissed you slowly, allowing you to feel every inch of his lip. One of his hands held tightly behind your neck as the other began to explore your firm breasts through your blouse.

You let a shy moan escape your lips at the delicious sensation of his touch. Stepping forward he pinned you against the kitchen counter.

Enhancing the effect of his kiss on you, he trailed his teeth gently over the skin of your neck before returning to kiss your lips.

His hands went to your hips, where he squeezed and stroked hard before pulling you up, making you sit on the counter, positioning himself between your legs.

Now he was kissing you so voraciously, so desperately... and so were you. Both were desperate for each other, so drunk on the feeling.

but were interrupted by the ringing of a cell phone, your cell phone.

"I'm sorry," you said almost in a whisper, leaning your forehead against his.

"Don't worry, you can answer it later, eh?" he said and kissed you, but you couldn't

"No, I need to answer," you said pushing him gently back, and then you got down from the counter.

You didn't know who it was, but your phone was a sacred thing. when it wasn't the hospital calling to say they needed you, it was a patient or your mother.

Taking your cell phone you swallowed hard seeing that it was your brother who was calling you. Answering the phone, he said “hey sis, are you on a shift? we’re taking mom in right now”. he didn't explain much else, he said she was fine, but she needed stitches.

You rushed to your bedroom to get your bag and went back to the living room.

"I'm sorry, I really, really wanted to continue this, but I can't. My mother she... she needs me" you said approaching him and leaving a peck on his inviting lips.

"She needs you at one o'clock in the morning?" he asked confused and you nodded

"She has Alzheimer's. It's hard, she constantly needs me or one of my siblings. Just now she did something and my brother is taking her to the hospital" you explained and with that, he nodded and offered to drop you off at the hospital.

As soon as you arrived you ran inside, but before you thanked Thomas for the ride and kissed him goodbye. He had asked if you wanted him to wait for you, but you denied it, saying your brother would drop you off at home.

Arriving at your mother's room, she smiled when she saw you. She still recognized you and that made you very happy. She still recognized all of her children, but the rest of the people in her life, none. There were days when she forgot about you, and also your siblings, but they were not frequent, yet.

"Hi, Mom. How are you?" you asked approaching her

"Hi my sweet girl, I’m well," she said smiling as if nothing had just happened. You talked to her for a few minutes asking about her life and gossiping, trying to make her feel comfortable. She always gossiped about the same things, it all felt like news to her, but it was always the same to you and yet, you always acted surprised every time she told you.

In the end, everything was fine, she had just cut herself with the knife while trying to open a jar of olives. the doctors decided to use this moment and gave her a checkup.

Unfortunately, these types of events were getting more and more recurrent, just last week she had a fall while she tried to hang a painting up. You had already told your brother and sister that the best thing for her would be to put her in a proper establishment, but they called you insensitive and cruel.

The truth was that no one had the condition of life to dedicate themselves 100% to her care and accidents like this were going to keep happening. But you didn't want to argue any more, you did what you could, helped in what you could.

She was discharged a few minutes after they finished stitching her hand. And your brother dropped you at home.

As you arrived you texted Tommy, telling him you were safe at home. Not sure why you did it.

Now you were so tired that you went straight to bed, taking a quick shower first. Your conscience wouldn't allow you to come from the hospital and not take a shower, there are so many bacteria and virus in that place...

As you lay in bed you wondered about what had happened today. You had to say no to one of the best kisses of your life, but you had no regrets at all. Tommy and you would meet at another time and besides, your mother is your priority.

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writingsbychlo · 3 years

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smoke and fire (17)

word count; 8202

summary; after a dangerous call, neither of you can handle the waiting around anymore, and everything finally bubbles over.

notes; you’re welcome.

warnings; descriptive injury, reference to death, reference to arson, minor character injury.

“Holy fucking shit, I know they prepared us for this stuff with all those drills and what have you, but I never expected this.”

You smacked at Newt’s arm roughly, covering your face as you stared up at the building, smoke curling up from the top of the building, and scared students were all gathering on the grasses and the tennis courts, filtering out of the buildings and lining up, and it was eerily quiet. The usual fires you attended were loud, screaming and shouting of worried relatives as chatter went up, and big ones like this had news cameras and reporters gathering around, hounding victims for interviews and information.

This time, it was unsettlingly calm.

The kids had all followed routine, lined up with their teachers, each of whom were going along with attendance records, checking off the kids that had arrived and making sure they were where they were supposed to be, while tickling names off. Only the gentle voices of teachers talking in low tones to their classes could be heard instead of the usual clamouring, and you could still hear the alarms of the school’s fire alarms from inside as they rang.

Glowing flames licked up into the sky, windows shattering as glass got too hot and the smoke was black as possessions burned. Kids were crying, and at the gates were camera flashes and news team, all of whom held back out of earshot as they weren’t allowed to film the children, kept back from school property, and it was a blessing you were thankful for, because they would have been overwhelmed. You let out a slow breath, three other ambulances all pulling up, and you swallowed thickly while staring at the burning remnants of a once productive high school.

Even if they weren’t injured, you’d be required to check every kid here, and you were grateful for the assistance of other paramedics. They were already beginning to shift their equipment, setting up with tables and chairs that staff were carrying out from a sports hall storage room that wasn’t connected to the main building, safe from the flames and creating a makeshift triage bay.

Even just as you looked around, there were hundreds of kids that you and Newt would have to sort through alone. The firemen were buzzing around behind you, undoing rolls of hoses and taking them to the nearest hydrants, trying to come up with some kind of game plan, and you stared up at the building, nothing but pure confusion and empathy for the terror these students must be feeling.

“There’s gotta’ be, like, two thousand kids here.” You mumbled, cupping a hand over your eyes to look up at the glare, and your body sank a little.

“Yep, and you get to pick a piece of paper, choose your year group.” You jumped slightly, an unfamiliar voice, and your eyes found a similar uniform to your own, stretched over broad shoulders of a man who was a lot taller than you were, hair pulled back neatly behind his head in a ponytail, tattoos peeking out from under the collar of his shirt, and a beard neatly tucked away underneath his chin. “I’m Arthur, firehouse ‘46, and I’m apparently the one in charge of dividing up all the classes.”

“Is it too much to hope we get the freshmen?” You chuckled, taking a piece of the folded paper from his hands as he tried to keep it fair, and a deep chuckle vibrated through him as he nodded.

“Unfortunately, it would be, because my partner already picked that one out for us. No favouritism, I swear, just luck.”

“I’d challenge you on that, but your fist looks like it’s about the size of my head, so you’d probably win that fight.” He let out a louder laugh at that, raising a brow as you opened the piece of paper, his messy handwriting illegible for a second, and you studied it, before he was letting out a low whistle. “Juniors. Tough break.”

Newt let out a groan, what was arguably going to be the rowdiest and loudest group, protesting the most and kicking up a fuss, and you shrugged, accepting his final pitiful smile before he moved on. Newt watched him go, eyes scanning along him slowly for a second, before you clicked your fingers at him. “Hey, you just fixed things with your boyfriend! You gave me shit for being friendly with other firefighters, stop checking out other paramedics!”

“I wasn’t checking him out!” Newt gasped, cheeks tinting pink. “I was just looking, I guess. He’s not my type, I don’t want them too tall, it makes me feel tiny. I hate that. I want to be pushed up against the wall, not thrown around like a rag-doll. Too much muscle.” You glanced at him again, noting what he meant, because the man did look like he spent every free minute he had at the gym, and you shrugged.

Your eyes wandered then, you couldn't help it, flickering over the others around you before finding your team. The Truck team were all reporting to Thomas, no step-in lieutenant having arrived in Gally’s place yet, and didn’t like the idea of being a firefighter down on your team. He seemed to be coping through, giving out orders to a team twice the size, each breaking away in the usual pairs he made as they divided off to complete tasks.

Around the entrance to your ambulance, two tables had been set up, one on each side and a third one across them, forms being laid out in stacks with pens, each to be filled out by a student and held with them to take home, ones you’d have to sign every time to show you dismissed them, and you flexed your fingers, already anticipating the ache that would come.

The lines were beginning to shift again, teaching staff arriving with their lines of students, waiting to be told what to do, and you shared a look with Newt, before diving right into it. Splitting off the classes, you sat down behind one table, kids slowly filling out each form and coming to sit with you, letting you do initial checks across their eyes, their pulse and their reaction times, before signing each form.

Some were a little more injured, with small cuts and grazes, jostling in the halls knocking them around or to the floor, and you had quite a few bumped heads. Some had worse smoke inhalation, and some had been closer to the initial blast. Those were the worst ones, the ones with head injuries that were filling up the chairs laid out to wait for parents, and you had to not only sign your name on their forms but fill out medical information cards for them, ready to be sent to the hospital, and only an hour in, you felt like your hand was going to drop off. You’d scarcely made it to the other side off half of the kids, watching them all slowly being collected by crying and fearful parents, let in at the gates to find their kids, when you found out what had happened.

The gas taps in the science labs had exploded, a leaky seal that hadn't closed off and a bunsen burner that was too close to the leak. The science experiment gone wrong had sent flames bursting through all the labs along the floor, and you had to choke back bile when the kids who’d been sitting closer to the flames had come in.

They were shaking, sobbing tears and blood from burned skin that still smelled of gas. Melted plastic on smart uniform ties and burned clothing that still looks smokey. Ash was beginning to fall from the sky, blowing in your direction from the wind, some still glowing until it reached the ground, and they were all trembling from the trauma just at the remnants of it. You didn’t blame them.

The kid coming forwards next was shaky, an empty form clutched carefully in his hands as he handed it over, and you scribbled your name on it, looking up at him with a raised brow. “You know you gotta’ fill this out, right? I can’t let you leave until you have.”

“I know.” He whispered, the hands that were clenched under the table being lifted after a moment's hesitation, and he held his palms out, open hand facing you, backs pressed to the table. “I would but it hurt, I tried.”

You could see the etched strains of dotted ink at the top, your eyes wide as you took in the damage to his hands. He seemed alright everywhere else; a little red along parts of his skin where he’d gotten too close to some flames, but other than that, nothing too bad, but the damage to his palms was extensive. Blackened skin was charred and burned, bleeding and red flesh exposed underneath and raw to the cold air and you imagined it would be agony, the injuries travelling all the way to his wrists. “What the hell happened to you?”

“I, um, my hands got burned when I was trying to get out.”

I can see that, kid, but how?” You were filling in the form yourself, scribbling down the notes you could do yourself, and letting him substitute his name, date of birth and class number as you reached those sections, pen moving quickly over the paper as you waited for a reason. “I can't let you go until you tell me.”

“A door got stuck. I had to push it open.”

“How stuck was this door, because these aren’t the kind of burns that happen with quick movements, this took prolonged exposure.” He squirmed in his seat, avoiding your eye, and you gave in. Beside you, scattered around on your table and in the ambulance were the contents of your medkit, and the drawers, all running low on supplies as you’d tended to many injured kids, and you shook your head at his reluctance to speak. “Alright, fine, we’ll wait it out. Any allergies?”

He shook his head, chin wobbling a bit, and you handed his form back over to him, a neat crease down the middle where it was folded in half, and he held his hands out for you upon request. His face screwed up at the sting of the antiseptic spray, soft warnings on murmured apologies on your lips as you sterilised the wounds, before beginning to wrap them with aloe and cream soaked bandages. He shed several tears during the process, twisting to wipe his face on his shoulder as you patched up the first hand.

“Ready to talk, yet?”

He looked up at you again, shaking his head slowly after a second, and you let out a disappointed sigh that you hoped might make him cave, but he held strong. You worked on the other hand, wrapping the medicinal bandages slowly and carefully over his skin, weaving between his fingers and around his thumb, making sure to cover all of the exposed flesh right down to his thumb, before tucking it in carefully and sealing them with tape.

“You can go and wait over on those chairs until you’re ready to fess up, and you’re gonna’ have to go to the hospital for real treatment.” You nodded to one of the teachers as he went, head hung low and sulking as he walked away, before you turned to the next kid.

This one was worse, the same burns but these ones travelled halfway up his forearms, another empty sheet placed down in front of you, before he too was glancing at the last kid with burned hands, and your eyes narrowed on the two. “What the hell happened to you?”

“I got stuck, behind a-”

“A closed door? Is that what you're about to say?” A guilty look flashed over the second boy’s features, wide-eyed as he swallowed the lump formed in his throat, and he nodded. “That’s total bullshit. I don’t know what the two of you have been up to, but you don’t think I know what causes burns when I see them? I work in a firehouse, my firemen get burned up all the time, and this isn’t what happens when you push open a burning door. This is what happens when you hold onto something hot for a long time.”

He didn’t say anything, he just held out his hands, hissing in pain but managing to blink away his tears, unlike his friend, when you began to treat his wounds. The more severe they were, the more supplies you required, and you opted to dab the aloe gel and burn cream mix up to his elbows on each hand with a cotton pad, gentle not to let the tips of your fingers drag on open flesh as dry rubber from your gloves irritated the wounds.

“You need to tell me what happened, because I can’t let you go when you’ve got burns like this. You know it’s criminal evidence, right? If you don’t fess up and tell me the truth, you’ll have to tell it to the police. Why didn’t your teachers bring you forwards first if you had these kinds of injuries?”

“Because we weren’t in class.” He eventually whispered, and now the tears flowed, something inside of him seeming to crack wide open as hot tears flowed, the kid breaking down before you in a sob. You were wrapping his second arm carefully by the time he managed to catch his breath, his reaction shocking you a little, you didn’t want to make the kid cry with your threat of talking to the police, you just wanted to know what would happen. “We didn’t do this, I swear! We weren’t involved!”

“I know that, this was a freak accident, we already know that much, but you can tell me what happened.” Once you were finished, you took a seat before him, taking off blood and ointment stained gloves and throwing them in the bin bag you and Newt were rapidly filling up. As you did, you noticed Newt treating a kid with much the same injuries, your eyes narrowing a little on them for a second, before you sat down, picking up your pen and beginning to fill in the empty form. “We were skipping class.”

“All kids do that.” You chuckled, taking his name and date of birth as he worried his lower lip between his teeth, and just like that, all of a sudden, he was twisting to the side in his seat, retching violently onto the floor, as more tears began to flow. You abandoned the forms, rounding the edge of the table and the area around you where parents had been collecting their kids and teachers had been dismissing them suddenly fell silent, everybody turning to look over, and you rubbed his back gently, the contents of his stomach emptying.

When he was finished, he sat back up, trying to wipe at his mouth and wincing when he rubbed his mouth against his bandages by mistake, before lowering his hand. He slumped, seemingly drained of energy, eyes hooded a little, and you checked his pupils and his reactions again but they came out perfectly fine, and so this reaction wasn’t related to any injuries. “There were four of us.”

“Four of you?”

“Yeah, four of us skipped class.” You glanced around, noting only three with burned hands as Newt dismissed his kid to join your first, and a chilling feeling settled like a pit in your stomach. “We were in the theatre rooms, they’re below the science floors. We were messing around, and Ian went to the toilets in the corridors. When the explosion went off, the floor started to collapse, and a beam went over the door.”

You hated that you already knew where it was going, and your eyes impossibly wide as you glanced around, trying to find the yellow stripes of any fireman you knew to be free from your house, or any house, but they were all busy and out of view.

“The beam caught fire, and we tried so hard to move it, we tried but it hurt so much, and there was so much smoke and it got so hot, and we couldn't do it anymore. We had to go, we tried so hard but we had to go!” He was borderline hysterical, stuttering over his words as he cried, before he was gagging again, and you stepped out of the way, just avoiding his upchuck as he emptied his stomach again, guilt and anxiety taking a physical reaction on him. You processed his words, before the heavy truth settled over you again.

“Oh my God, Newt, there’s a kid still trapped in there.”

“What?” Your partner whipped around in his seat, eyes wide, before looking to the kid still heaving, and the other two with matching injuries. “Go find someone on the team, I'll finish up here!”

You nodded, pausing for a second to look around, before catching sight of a few metallic strips glinting in the light not far from the Squad truck. You stumbled over your feet, your heart pounding in your chest as you tried to get there. Rounding the edge of the red van, you found Winston sitting on the edge of the truck, door open, one foot on the floor by his helmet as the other was pulled up, his back pressed to the wall, and he was panting for breath, sweating as his mask lay beside him.

He cracked an eye open as he looked up at you, confusion taking over his face for a second, before concern was replacing it. “What’s up? Aren’t you dismissing kids?”

“There’s still a kiss trapped in there?”

“We did a sweep, everyone did, they checked every room and every floor, all the rooms.” You shook your head, hands shaking a little with your fear, and you felt the tremors spread over your body.

“No, no, there is someone.” You took a deep breath to steady yourself, and he sat up a little further. “There’s three kids, burns all over their hands and up their arms, because they were skipping class. They were right under the explosions, a kid was in one of the bathrooms and a beam fell over the door, they tried to move it but they couldn't, he’s trapped inside.”

“He’s been in there since this fucking happened? That was hours ago!” Despite his shock and disbelief, he was on his feet again, grabbing for his mask and his helmet, being the first one to finish his set of tasks clearly not coming much in handy, because he was going to be going back inside. “Where was he?”

“Uh, they said they were near the drama and theatre halls.” He nodded his head, hooking his mask back up to his oxygen tank as he pulled it up and adjusted the straps on his shoulders. “Winston, I gotta’ go with you.”

“No way, it’s falling apart in there.”

“I know, but you said it yourself, it’s been hours. That kid is gonna’ need immediate first aid, and how much first aid do you know?” He looked conflicted, tapping his foot a little and glancing around, watching as a few more members of your team, as well as others, all began to emerge from different exits. There was only so much of the fire they could risk putting out, when the building was igniting faster than they could contain it, it would have to simply burn itself out. “C’mon, Winston. Just grab me gear and let's go.”

“Fine, but stick by my fucking side and don’t take a step away, okay?”

“I promise!” You nodded, and he opened up one of the spare lockers. You knew the drill, kicking off your shoes and grabbing the heatproof gear that was labelled in a silver tin with your name across the front in permanent marker. Tugging the pants up your legs as fast as you could, you sealed them at the waist, tying them tightly and grabbing your jacket. You buttoned it up, fingers shaking as you did, before kicking off your shoes, uncaring of where they landed.

Pulling on your boots, you knelt down to tie them, your med bag landing beside you as Winston had retrieved it, and he looked more than anxious as he stared at you, letting you tuck the laces into the edge of the shoes to hide them once they were tight. “You’re gonna’ have to carry your bag, because you need to wear a tank and mask.”

He shook the other objects in his hands, and you stood, turning around and guiding your arms through the straps as he held it out, your breath forced from your lungs as the heavy weight settled onto your back. Following it, he rested the mask over your face, the glass fogging up for a second as you took heavy breaths, clearing a second later when cool oxygen was twisted on and began to come through. He fixed his own mask, gloves and helmet following as you copied him, checking it was all sealed up tight around your skin, before grabbing your bag.

You always felt like an astronaut in this gear, big and puffy and baggy, like you were walking with added gravity following behind him in wide and shuffling steps as quickly as you could, nerves and fear riding more and more as you headed towards burning entrances. It was something you’d never get used to, the idea of walking straight into flames, of walking into a burning building, and you patted deftly across the front of your helmet to find your torch, turning it on as Winston did the same, and then, you were plunging into thick black smoke.

It was like something from a horror movie, you could see other firemen wandering around, their shadows as they tried to at least secure as much as they could as the fire ripped through the building, burning through whatever fuel it could, and none of them paid you any mind. Clutching your bag up to your chest, you kept your eyes fixed on Winston, not daring to take your eyes off of him in case you lost him, and he was following signs as he went, trying to find the downstairs floors of the drama and theatre.

Your steps left footprints in the ash that was lining the floor, each footstep padded to silence by the thick grey layer, like a breadcrumb trail as you went, and it was a guiding light that was brushed away seconds later with the air currents created by flames.

You knew it when you finally arrived, large amphitheatres and halls, Winston pausing as he tried to identify which way the toilets would be, and his head twisted as he looked from one end to the other.

“You check that side, I’ll check this one. Do not go out of yelling range or sight.”

You gave him a mock-salute, peeling off to the left when he went to the right, and you scanned along the walls for the doorways.

There was nothing, just places where posters had been on the walls, the smashed glass of photos or peel offs to more corridors, but no toilets or burned beams. Just as you reached the end of the hall, only one direction coming off of it in a short pathway, you noticed something. It was crumbled now, black and crumbled but it could definitely have once been a solid beam, and as you squinted through the smoke, you could just about make out a doorway.

“Winston! I think I got it!” You yelled as loud as you could, turning around to find him spinning to look at you, and you held an arm out in a point down a connected corridor. He took off in a jog, as fast as he could move in the heat and the layers of clothes, and while it took him only seconds to reach you, it felt like it dragged on and on, the emergency making everything seem too slow as you worried for the trapped kid’s well-being.

He stepped ahead first, pacing towards it, and you followed after him, a slightly relieved breath leaving you when you were close enough for your head torches to reflect on signs signalling for the toilets. Winston placed a hand on the beam as the two of you approached it, pressing down on it as best he could, and the beam groaned at the pressure, but despite the force he applied, it didn’t crack.

He held out an arm, pushing you back slightly as his hand went to the toolkit around his waist, and unhooking a small hand axe. He held it up, adjusting it carefully in his grip, before swinging it up high and bringing it back down. It dug in, getting stuck for a second, and a large splintering sound filled the air, but it didn’t break.

He tried again, and again, and your anxiety was almost ready to burst when it finally cracked, hitting the floor with a loud thud, and you jumped, wincing slightly at the sound. The half still attached to the ceiling fell down, bringing a little more of the ceiling down, and it all became unstable again. Pieces of the roof were crumbling away, crashing down in bundles of flames to the floor, but at least one problem was solved.

Putting away the axe, Winston kicked open the door, waiting to see if any fire would come out. There was fire crawling along the roof, but the tiled floors were clean, the room smoky and filled with ash but reasonably safe, and the two of you entered.

As promised, there he was, the fourth student was unconscious on the floor beside one of the sinks. You glanced around, noting the jacket he must have been wearing was soaked with water, lay over his face as he’d tried to breathe through it to stop too much smoke inhalation, and Winston glanced at you as you sunk to your knees.

“Smart kid, that move probably saved his life.” You peed it back, checking for any signs of breathing, and you found his vets to be rising and falling very slowly and weakly, barely taking in any oxygen at all. Lifting up the torch from your keyring, you raised an eyelid, bloodshot eyes encasing pupils that were hardly responsive, reactions that took over a second to come into focus, and barely moving.

Scanning along his arms, you noted the raw burns that were forming along his flesh, tugging your bag open quickly and grabbing for the aloe inside. If he was to be carried back through the building, you wanted to minimise any risk of his wounds getting any worse. You didn’t try to be delicate or gentle, you were rushing, knowing you had to put speed over gentleness now, and that you could treat them properly once you were back outside.

Twisting on down on the taps, not much water came through, dripping through the pipes, and you used your teeth to pull off one glove, daring to touch the water. It wasn’t exactly cold, the pipes underground being heated by the fires above, but it was cool enough, and you dropped piles of bandages down into the sink to begin to soak. Taking open the gel, you squeezed out thick rows of it onto his arms, using your bare hand to rub it in, trying to be fast as the skin on the back of your hand began to hurt. Once it was rubbed in, you began to pick up dripping bandages, not even bothering to ring them out, before sealing the cool wrapping around his arms as best you could to keep them secured.

As soon as they were on, you were pulling your glove back on, and rubbing at the back of your hand through the material to soothe the pain there.

“He needs oxygen, with reaction times like this, I’m surprised he’s still breathing.”

“I can give him my mask.”

Winston reached for his mask, and you shook your head. He was covered in burns, he was out cold, and there was no way he’d wake up anytime between now and the hospital, it at all. Despite being alive, you had no idea what the long-term effects would be on him, and you hoped for the best, but you knew there wasn’t much Winston could do without his mask. “You can’t, you’re gonna’ have to carry him out of here. He takes my mask.”

No way, I’m trained for this, you aren’t. You’ll choke up in here before getting back to the main corridors.”

“Yeah, well, I can’t exactly carry this kid. So, if we want to get him out of here alive, we’re just going to have to risk it.” You didn’t wait for his response, ignoring his protests as you took off your helmet, reaching behind your head for the elastics of the mask, and pulling them off. The second it was gone, your skin flared up at the rush of heat, and you took a gasping breath. Your lungs were searching for oxygen, the flames burning most of it away, and you were getting so little now that your pure source was gone.

Hooking the mask over the kid’s face, you took off your tank, holding it on your arms as Winston glared at you from behind the glass, crouching down to pick the boy up from the floor, and you placed the tank onto him too, waiting for Winston to adjust his grip before letting go of the pair. Putting your helmet back on, you tucked your hair under the collar of your jacket, protecting the back of your neck.

Zipping your bag back up and draping the damp hoodie over his head for added protection against the flames, you hid your face in your elbow, coughing against the smoke and trying to breathe lightly so as not to suck too much of it into your lungs.

“Follow me, keep up, okay? Don’t fall behind.”

There were worry and concern in his voice, friendly and desperate as he pleased with you, and you nodded your head. He turned, moving as quickly as he could as he left the bathrooms again, backing or of the door and back into the hallway. If you’d thought the bathroom had been bad, this was far worse, your eyes watering and lungs burning as soon as you stepped out. You kept one arm raised, simply to protect your face, your bag clenched under the other arm.

Winston was moving faster than you were, the lack of oxygen making you fall behind, but you could still seem him ahead, and you could see the large and fresh imprints of his bots in the ash before they were fading in the swirling storm of burning debris, following them once the smoke was too much for you to keep your eyes raised for too long. They were stinging, watering continuously to blink free dust that got in them, and your tears were almost absorbed right off of your face.

When you looked back up, daring to stare into the hallway, it was void of movement, all the firemen having cleared out as the smoke got thicker, burning through the insulation in the walls now. The corridors forked, and you paused, trying to remember which way you’d come. There was no daylight to guide you, no windows you could see through, just thick smoke lit up by orange flames, and you swallowed down on a sore throat coughing again as you grew more and more scared.

You had to move, you knew you did, and so you chose one option, knowing that moving in either way was better than simply standing still. Following it along, the further you went, the more and more unfamiliar it became, the minutes melting away as you stumbling along all the while knowing you’d chosen the wrong way. You found the wall, hand sitting on it lightly to help guide your way, and your fingers bumped against a raised section.

Pausing, you brushed the dust away, squinting to read what it said. There were several classroom guidances, and then something that made you want to cry with relief, even if it was the wrong direction. The gardens. You hadn't seen any gardens upon coming into the school grounds, and so you assumed you were on the other side of the building now, having stumbled along for so long you’d moved all that way, but as long as you got out, you’d be fine.

Following that guidance, you paused each time you found a sign, before finally, doors that had burned right off their hinges and had fallen off allowed a little sunlight to poke through the smoke.

Your feet scraped on the ground as you finally made it out, soft ash falling away to be replaced with concrete, and you wanted to fall to the ground, knees weak with bliss at escaping the building, but you forced yourself to keep going. You were gasping, throat raw as you took deep breaths, finally able to do so once again and you felt a little dizzy as your head spun at the sudden rush of fresh air.

You grabbed at the front of your jacket, sweltering in the thick material as you tugged on it until it came loose, flapping at the front and letting in cold air and you felt a little less restrained.

You stayed away from the building as you tried to walk around it, following the flashing lights on the ambulances until the place where you’d been stationed started to come into sight once again. It was clearer, only a few kids left milling around, the fire teams having retreated back to their vans, equipment being stripped off and water bottles handed out, and you searched for your own team.

You found them, all gathered around and starting at the entrance, even Winston and Newt, and you noticed that one of the ambulances was gone, presumably having rushed your reduced child to the hospital. They were waiting for you to emerge from the entrance you’d entered, all looking nervous, and Newt was the first to notice you coming around the other side.

As soon as he had, the group were turning to you, your body slumping a little more under your weight, and you staggered towards them. Newt found you first, taking your bag from your hands as you held it out to him, and offering him a tired smile as he shook his head fondly.

“You gave me a fucking heart attack.”

“I’m perfectly fine, Newt, I swear.” He frowned for only a second longer, before his lips were breaking in a smile, and Brenda was up next. She took you into a tight hug, arms underneath the edge of your jacket, which Minho was peeling down your arms for you and taking away the added weight, and you thanked him silently with a nod as you wrapped your arms back around her. “Bren, I’m okay.”

“You think you’re a damn firefighter, I swear it!”

You laughed at that, throat a little raspy as it trailed off into a caught, and Newt chuckled. “Let’s get you some water, okay?”

“That sounds awesome.” You followed them over to the trucks, Newt jogging ahead to get you a bottle, and as soon as you arrived, you took it. You cracked the lid open taking a large gulp, and looking around for a second, before the person you were unintentionally searching for was found. He looked angry, a face like thunder as he stormed over, shoulders squared and tense with furrowed brows.

His steps had purpose, and the closer he got, the more you could take him in. Slightly dirty skin, sweaty and stained with soot and ash had tracks under his eyes cut into them from tears, the edges of his scowl wobbling as he looked still on the edges of jagged emotions, and you were filled with guilt. You met him halfway, mouth dropping to talk to him but he beat you to it, a sharp inhale before he is grabbing your arm, and dragging you between the two parked fire trucks as the rest of the firemen all seemed to clear away in fear of his anger.

“Are you fucking insane?” There was a crack to his voice that you didn’t comment on, giving away that his anger was actually fear, no rage at all but simply worry that you had caused, and you hated that you’d done it, but you wouldn't take your action back, not when you’d saved a life once again. You wouldn't be able to live with yourself if you’d let that boy die in there. “Do you have any idea how fucking worried I was? I come out after hours in that burning building to find you and check you’re okay just to find out you’ve gone into the fucking wreckage? To find out you took off your goddamn mask and got lost?”

His frown melted away, fresh tears filling his eyes, and he sniffed lightly, his face crumpling again as his tears came free. Two large droplets leaked along his cheeks, leaving wet marks, and your stomach twisted with guilt. You took off your gloves, dropping them down to the floor without a care to be able to cup his cheeks and wipe them away from his flushed skin as he stared at you. “I got stuck, Tommy. That’s it, I’m sorry, okay? I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I knew that kid was in there and I let him die to save my own life.”

You sank down, every muscle in your body aching as you sat on the edge of the van, finally giving in to your exhaustion, and he let out a shaky and weak sob again. He followed, sinking to his knees in front of you, his entire body collapsing under the weight of his worry, but his eyes never left your own.

He lifted a bare hand, cupping your cheek the way you had for him a second ago, and his eyes moved as he swept his sights over your face, trying to take a more deep and calming breath. The simple skin to skin touch grounded him.

“Don’t make me lose you, too.” He whispered, a silent beg in his words not to leave him, and your heart cracked a little in your chest. “I know you’re mad at me right now, okay? You say you’re not but I know you are because I spent enough time with you mad when we first met to know what that looks like on you.”

You chuckled, his lips flicking up at the edges as you did.

“I can handle you being mad, though, okay? I can handle that, because I love you, but I can’t handle you dying. I can’t take that. Don’t do that to me, I need y-” Your hands smoothed over his chest, finding the edges of the jacket he had yet to shed and pulling him forwards. You bowed your head down to his level, cutting off his words by placing your lips on his, and he shuddered under your touch, groaning into your mouth as his mind caught up with what was happening.

He panted slightly, twisting his head to the side to get a better angle, and this was nothing like last night. He wasn’t shy or worried, he just poured out everything he felt, his lips working slowly but surely with your own, a desperation and need hidden underneath in the kiss that made you tremble, because it was nothing like you’d ever felt before. You didn’t feel the metal you were sitting on or the truck behind you, the voices of everyone still around seemed to face away, your entire focus shifting to only him.

He pressed up, kissing you just as firmly and gripping your jaw with a little more force. After a moment longer, lungs demanding air, he pulled back, long enough for a gasping breath and to lick over his lips. He forced himself to stand up on shaky legs, one hand on your waist pulling you with him, before he was pressing you back into the edge of the truck for support. The cold metal against your back was nothing with the way his chest pressed to you, drawing in his head as he held you so close, that hand sliding around your waist to pull you flush up against him.

“I’m sorry,” You whispered, your nose bumping his as he stole several more pecks from your lips as the two of you caught your breath, and you puckered your lips for him each time, stuttering as his fingertips pressed into your skin through your shirt. “I know this isn’t how you wanted our real first kiss to go.”

“I so don’t care anymore. Just shut up and kiss me again, sweetheart.” He closed the gap himself, and you hummed happily as his tongue dragged over your lower lip, tempting you to part them, and you moaned weakly when his tongue dared to dip out and brush with your own. It was a connection you both needed, long overdue and frantic.

A messy kiss, clashes of teeth with need and raspy breaths between kisses, bumping foreheads when you moved but you'd have time to perfect it, but right now, you just needed to make the promises to each other that you were okay, and you were still here. When he finally pulled back, it was reluctantly, dragging slightly kiss swollen lips away from your own to stare at you, darkened eyes going soft the longer he looked, and he pulled away long enough to run the back of a finger over your cheek, a look that could only be described as adoration taking over. “I love you, and you don’t have to say it back, not until you really mean it, but I mean it and I want you to know. I want everyone to know, you’re always gonna’ be my first and only choice, angel.”

You grinned, a giggle that you muted by pressing your lips to his own in a chaste kiss, and when you pulled back, he followed your lips for a second, only furthering your intimate amusement.

“I’m never going to get tired of being able to kiss you now.”

“I should hope not.” He beamed, brushing the tip of his nose with your own, before stepping back fully, and bringing his hand to yours, weaving your fingers together. “Go sort out your team, lieutenant, they’ll be needing you to help pack away.”

“I’m sure they can wait a few more minutes, I’ve waited months to get here with you.”

“Yeah, well, you can have me all to yourself later. You still owe me pizza.” His joy only brightened more at the offer, his brows raising, and he was nodding enthusiastically. “I’ll stay over, and you can kiss me as much as you want.”

“I’d love that.” He pecked your lips one more time, a pink blush taking over his features as he realised he could now, before he was stepping back. “I’ll meet you back at the firehouse?”

“Yeah, yeah, of course.” You whispered, and he turned away, giving you a second of privacy, lifting your fingers to brush over your lips, your mind still reeling as you attempted to process what had happened. A throat cleared a second later, and Newt was standing with his hands on his hips, head tilted toward the ambulance.

“I’m not putting all that shit away myself so you can daydream about kissing Tommy.” He scoffed, teasing you a little as he made his way over, and you couldn't help the smirk your lips were forming. “So, did he finally man up and kiss you? He's only been talking about it for months.”

“I kissed him, actually.” Newt’s jaw dropped, his hands shooting up in the air with a loud cheer to follow.

“I fucking knew it! I fucking knew it! Gally owes me twenty damn bucks, and I will collect.” He slung an arm over your shoulders, guiding you towards the ambulance that he needed help with beginning to pack away, and you shrugged, reaching up your hand to hold onto Newt’s as it hung over your shoulder.

“I can’t believe you were betting on us.”

“I was betting on you, I knew he would psych himself out, all my money was on you, love.” He offered a cheesy grin, pinching at your cheek, and you raised your brows.

“Well then, shouldn't I get half of the winnings? Since I helped you to victory, and all..” Newt let you go when you reached the van, the tables being folded away by the staff, but there were medical supplies piled high in the entrance to the ambulance, and you had to pack them all away correctly, and double-check over the doses of medicines, in such a high-risk area for theft.

“Tell you what, I’ll buy you a cocktail with half the winnings, if you come on a double date with me and Derek?” You chuckled, unsure whether or not he was serious, and an odd look passed over newt’s face, the blond scratching at his jaw and avoiding your eye.

“A double date, really?”

“Look, you already know Derek, you and he are friends. Good friends. Tommy has been my best mate since I was just a lad and always will be, and you’re my best friend too. I really like Derek, okay? I really like him, and I want him and Tommy to get along too, because they’re both so important to me, and I figure a double date makes it casual.” He shrugged, looking back up to you, curious for your opinion as his cheeks grew warm. “Is it stupid? I just felt like going out to dinner or something made for less tension than a baseball game and a pizza.”

“It’s not stupid, Newt. I’m totally down for it, sounds fun, but you’re gonna’ have to convince Thomas.” You teased, and your partner rolled his eyes.

“Oh, please, I don’t gotta’ do shit if you’re on board. You have him wrapped around your little finger. You don’t even have to pucker up or bat your eyelashes, he’s already all soft on you.” Newt pouted, mocking you playfully with the words, and your guts twisted in a nervous excitement.

“I’ll talk to him about it, tomorrow morning.”

“Breakfast date?” He climbed up into the back of the van, beginning to scoop up the materials like bandages and plasters to put them away, and you started sorting through the bottles of medicine and pills that would need counting.

“Dinner date, actually.” Newt gasped falsely, holding a hand over his heart.

“Scandalous, staying over already.”

“You’re just jealous.” You shot back, his face dropping in a mock glare.

“Low blow.” He threw a roll of bandages at you, ones that bounced off of your head as you laughed at him, and rolled away to the concrete, and he pointed at them. “Go get them, and leave your attitude out there when you come back.”

You flipped him off, standing up to follow after the sealed bandages packet, and you scooped them up, glancing around the scene as two ambulances had already left, their house firetrucks following, and the third house was finishing their packing up. Brenda was packing away the coats into the van, hanging them up on the hooks inside the compartment to be washed and cleaned for later, and Minho was rolling the fire hoses back up with Jeff and Clint.

Thomas was rubbing a hand over his forehead, staring up at the building for a second, before turning, glancing around, and his eyes found yours. He paused for a second, one eye dropping in a lazy wink a moment later when he let Thomas crack through his lieutenant persona for a second, and he licked over his lips, stretching to a wide smile. He nodded his head for a second, a simple gesture but it felt like more than just that, and your lips pressed together to hold your smile, nodding your head in return, and letting your stare linger for a second longer, before going back to work.

Newt was waiting, still packing away and whistling a tune to himself as he worked, taking the bandages from you when you approached, and you hummed along in time with the tune once you recognised it enough, his eyes glinting when you did. It was an unspoken thing, a delicate symbol of friendship as the two of you worked in quiet harmony, humming along to the same song as you worked, settling in to a well worn and familiar routine that you hoped would never break.

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charlie-boio · 4 years

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Fire - Thomas fic

Pairing: Thomas x Reader

Summary: Your dorm building is on fire, and Thomas has no idea where you are.

Word Count: 3636

A/N: This was gonna be shorter, but whatever that’s just my theme at this point. This is a quick Tommy fic before I dive DEEP into Mitch. This actually came to me in a dream soo hope y’all love it as much as I do. Pretty proud of this one for sure!

WARNINGS: Fires, mentions of death (no actual death), angst

Thomas’s eyes were starting to blur together. His eyes scanned over the same sentence again, trying to make the words stick in his head. Finals week was already kicking his ass, just like the last two weeks of classes had been doing. Last week, he had a test, two projects due, and an essay due all on the same day. What are the fucking odds of that?

Worst of all, he barely had any time to see you. You couldn’t even study together since Thomas preferred to study in his room while you had to study at the library. A few times you two had managed to grab lunch together, but you both had to eat quickly before rushing off to continue studying or finishing up an assignment. Not to mention the sheer exhaustion made you both too tired to keep up an engaging conversation.

You couldn’t even spare a text often, besides good morning/goodnight along with the “I miss you” texts. However, today, you had excitedly called him, saying you thought you would be finishing your work early, and you excitedly invited him over so you could spend the night together.

“Or I could come over there if you’re still studying. Like I really don’t even mind if it’s just my head in your lap and I’m watching a movie on my phone by myself while you work because I just miss you so so much and these past two weeks and we haven’t gotten to talk and I’d really like to-“

“Baby, you can definitely come over tonight.”

“Really? YES! Oh my God I’m so excited to see you! Should I bring my computer for the movi-oh wait should I bring clothes so I can stay the night or is Newt not going to see his-“

“I can kick Newt out. You’re staying the night, okay? Here, I’ll work through my break so I can have the night off too. I’m sure my body could use the break anyways.”

“Tommy, I don’t want you to overwork yourself for me I don’t mind-“

“I won’t, I promise,” Which was a lie, but he really thought he could get through his work enough for you to come over. Even if he couldn’t, he’ll just tack it onto tomorrow. It would be worth it to see you.

“…okay. Please don’t kill yourself over this Tommy. I promise I don’t mind I’ve just been aching to see you-oh FUCK! Forget to meet up with my professor oh FUCK I have to go bye baby I love you!”

Click.

Thomas’s fingers froze on his keyboard. He turned to his phone that had you on speaker, but all he saw were the words “Call ended.”

You two hadn’t said those three words to each other yet.

Of course, Thomas loved you. More than anything. Loving you was one of the only sure things he had in his life right now but wasn’t sure how he was supposed to tell you. He’s never loved anyone as strongly as he loves you, and your relationship was still fairly new, only four months in, but he was certain more than anything that you and him would be together for the rest of your lives.

Thomas broke into a grin and choked out a laugh. You loved him too.

Unfortunately, his insecurities started to kick in, saying how you didn’t mean to say it, you’d been in a hurry, and that you didn’t actually love him. He closed his eyes and put his face in his hands for a few moments, taking slow and deep breaths.

“It’s okay,” he whispered to himself. “Just get this done, then you can see her…and tell her that you love her too.”

Thomas brought his hands back to the keyboard and resumed typing, even more determined to finish now that there was a reward dangling over his head.

“You’ve got to be joking?” Gally managed to wheeze out.

“Dead serious!” Newt gasped between breaths.

The pair continued laughing, loudly, much to Thomas’s annoyance. He’d been working steadfast for the past few hours since your guys’ phone call, making excellent progress along the way.

Unfortunately, he’d hit a rut, and just when he had needed peace and quiet, his roommate Newt came back with Gally after they’d had dinner together. Newt had mentioned when they had entered the room that Thomas was still studying, to which Gally replied that he should study in the library like a normal person.

Thomas had decided then he did not like Gally.

What made it even worse was as their conversation continued, so did the volume and Thomas was this fucking close to snapping at the both of them since there’s a perfectly good common room down the fucking hall.

Just as Thomas was about to turn his chair and give them a piece of his mind, the door burst open and a scared Minho came into the room. He frantically looked around, then turned to Thomas. “She’s not here?”

Thomas furrowed his eyebrows, “Y/n? No, she was gonna text me when she was coming over, which should probably be soon now that I-“ Thomas clamped his mouth shut when he took in Minho’s facial expression: a mixture of fear and guilt. “What’s wrong?”

“Her dorm building is on fire,” Minho said, wincing.

For second, Thomas froze. On another night, on any fucking other night this week he would’ve been reassured that she was at the library studying her ass off. But today…

Minho, Newt, and Gally all were looking at Thomas with apprehension.

Thomas jumped from his chair, knocking it over. He shoved Minho aside, who called after him, “I didn’t see her outside…” and ran down the hall, not registering Minho’s statement. He sent multiple texts, one right after the other.

To Princess: Hey, I just wanted to check that you were still in the library

To Princess: I know your busy, but just a quick text letting me know you’re okay idk if you’ve heard, but your buildings on fire I need to make sure okay

To Princess: Please baby I’m getting scared

To Princess: Y/n please tell me you’re okay

Thomas pushed open the outside door, and nearly fell over from the sight. Across the courtyard he could clearly see your building, which was in the process of being burned. The top floor was almost completely obliterated, and it was about halfway through burning the third floor, which happened to be the one you lived in. He could see the firefighters doing their best to extinguish it, but they weren’t making much headway.

His feet were moving before he realized it, running towards the crowd of people that had gathered and was scanning for your face, unable to find you. He was calling you now, which went straight to voicemail. He sent texts despite knowing that you weren’t seeing them since at the very least your phone was off.

To Princess: Y/n I need you to answer my calls

To Princess: Please

To Princess: I love you

To Princess: I didn’t get to tell you that yet

To Princess: Baby please don’t leave me

To Princess: I love you

Thomas spotted Brenda, your roommate. He felt a minor pinch of relief flood his system; Brenda studied in her room all of the time too. If she’s here then you got out okay too.

He pushed his way through the crowd until he came up to Brenda, who was talking to the RA of her floor. He grabbed her arm, earning him a seething glare until she realized it was Thomas.

“Hey Th-“

“Where’s Y/n? I didn’t see her in the crowd but since you’re here then that means you two got out ok right?” He flashed her a pained smile that quickly faded once he realized that instead of her directing him to where you were, her eyes widened.

“She’s-She’s not with you?” Brenda asked, her voice cracking.

Thomas’s stomach dropped; he started to feel himself shake. This can’t be happening! He thought.

“N-No, she was going to text me once she was done, but she wasn’t in your guys’ room?”

“I was in the basement common room, I-I don’t know if she was there or not…” Brenda said, tears forming in her eyes.

It was only when Thomas saw Brenda’s tears that he realized he was crying, tears streaming quickly down his face.

“…So no one knows where she is…” The RA said slowly. A moment of silence passed by. A moment that said everything they needed to know.

Thomas turned and looked at the burning building, his breath catching in his throat while he felt the tears start to burn.

“No…” he whispered.

Another moment passed without the three of them saying anything until Brenda pointed in the far direction. “There she is!” she exclaimed, a smile on her face.

Thomas whipped around, and sure enough, there you were. You were staring up at the building in shock, with Minho and Newt standing by you, asking if you were okay.

Thomas ran, all kinds of different emotions flooding his system as he reached you and pulled you into a tight hug. He let out a shaky breath as he felt your arms snake around him, hugging him just as tightly as he was.

You two stayed there like, holding each other close, until finally his emotions settled for a brief moment. Thomas felt…angry. Unbelievably angry.

He grabbed your arms and forced you back, glaring down at you. You’re smile fell quickly from your face, furrowing into a worried look.

“Thomas-“

“Where the fuck were you?” Thomas asked, tone harsh.

“I-I was at the library. Tommy you know I study there-“

“Then why didn’t you answer your phone?” Thomas was raising his voice, and each time he did you grew smaller. “I tried calling and left dozens of texts-“

“It died! I didn’t realize until I had finished studying-“

“And you didn’t bring your charger? Like you always do?” His grip on your arms was stronger.

“Baby, I had forgotten it, I’m sorry! I meant to grab it then text you that I was on my way over-“

“Y/n,” you clamped your mouth shut at that. Thomas rarely called you by your name. “You’re not fucking getting it I thought you were dead! I thought you were in that fire burning alive!” He was practically screaming at you, his gaze unkind.

“Tommy…” you whispered.

“We’re leaving. Now!” He snarled at you, tugging you forward with one arm.

“Thomas,” Newt had started, but Thomas wasn’t listening. He marched forward with you trailing quietly behind him.

His mind was racing at a thousand thoughts a second. Deep down, he knows he shouldn’t have snapped at you; it wasn’t your fault, but right now he was just angry at everything. Every so often he’d glance back at you, making sure you were still there and that he wasn’t dreaming.

For you, the walk back to Thomas’s dorm was agonizingly slow. You glanced down at the piece of paper that you had been writing for the past hour and half.

You were half way to the library when you realized the slip up you’d made. At first, you had completely panicked, but after having several pep talks with yourself in the mirror, you somehow convinced yourself that this was a blessing in disguise. You could sit down with Thomas, tell him how you feel, then you two could have awesome sex afterwards (which you haven’t had for awhile since you barely saw each other). After finishing your work you were going to head over, but then decided to write out what you had to say. Unfortunately, you’d been staring at the piece of paper for about half an hour unable to fully express how you felt. Then, everything you did write wasn’t good enough for your Thomas. You couldn’t describe how he made you feel, and how much you loved him.

By the time you had fully written something down, you realized how late it was already on the library clock. Reaching down to grab your phone to text Thomas, you realized that it had died while you were sitting there, which you were sure that it was at 30% but now it wouldn’t turn on. Then, well the rest is history.

You hadn’t meant to. You just wanted to make sure that when you told Thomas that it was perfect and everything he deserved.

Of course, now you realize that deserved someone better than you. Someone prettier and smarter. Someone who doesn’t spend so much time studying, and doesn’t forget simple things like a phone charger. You fought back the tears; you didn’t want to guilt Thomas, you didn’t want to make things worse, and honestly, you didn’t want to be yelled at anymore.

Thomas didn’t speak to the entire way back. He merely lead you to his room, throwing his phone charger at you. He grabbed a pair of sweatpants and left. You blinked, confused. But when you figured it out, a fresh wave of pain shot through your heart. He wasn’t coming back. He must’ve kicked Newt out for the night for his original plan, so you two would have some time to yourself…

You rushed over, plugging in your phone and turning it on. You read of all his messages, and you couldn’t stop staring at the last text.

I love you

You blew it. He did love you, then you had to blow it.

The dam holding everything back burst open, and you let all of your emotions run free. You sobbed, loudly, trying to let everything out. Hugging your knees to your chest, you fell to the side on Thomas’s bed, muffling your sobs into the sheets. Time was lost to you. Hours flew by, or maybe it was only a matter of minutes.

After awhile you sat up, feeling empty and numb. Your throat was raw, your eyes and cheeks burned, and somehow you were cold despite the layers you were wearing. You weren’t sure if sleeping in Thomas’ bee was okay, but once you laid down you decided you didn’t care. After weeks of studying and the stress of today, you were exhausted. Your eyes closed for only a few moments before swiftly falling asleep.

“You’re being a dick,” Newt said, his arms crossed.

Sitting in the common room of Minho’s dorm, Thomas sat on the coach reading something on his phone, or at least he was supposed to. In reality his eyes were glazing over.

When he had first arrived, he’d shot everyone glare, and they all got the message to not bother him. He’d been angry, so incredibly angry he was practically vibrating.

Now, it was close to 1:00am, he’d calm down significantly. He rubbed his eyes together, feeling the burn of exhaustion behind them. It had been a long day.

“Tommy,”

“I know,” Thomas snapped, then sighed. “I’m sorry,” his voice was quieter now, and Newt’s stance softened. “You don’t understand…I really thought she had died Newt. I don’t know what I’d do without her. I love her,” Thomas took in a shaky breath. “I know she’d never intentionally do that to me. Ever. I just…”

Newt hummed. He uncrossed his arms and sat next to Thomas. “That’s what happens when you fall in love, Thomas. You care, and you’re allowed to feel emotions. Honestly, it was the perfect storm. It was the one day she was done early, the one time she forgot her charger, the one time her phone died, everything just lined up perfectly.”

Thomas nodded along. “I shouldn’t have yelled.”

“You could’ve been upset. I would have. But you’re right you definitely shouldn’t have yelled at her like that.”

“I feel shitty.”

“You should. If you didn’t then I’d be concerned. You should feel somewhat bad for yelling at someone you care about. Even if they deserve it, which y/n didn’t by the way.”

“Will…will she forgive me?”

Newt rolled his eyes. “Obviously. She loves you too. And don’t even try to convince yourself otherwise.”

Thomas smiled to himself. For the first time, he actually believed that you could love him.

“I’m gonna head back. Thanks Newt,” Thomas said as he stood.

“Happy to help. No go apologize for being a twat, Tommy.”

Walking back into his room, he felt a twinge if guilt stab him. His bedside lamp was on, but you were clearly in an uncomfortable sleep. Occasionally you’d shiver, despite the covers, or you’d twitch. Thomas knelt by you, feeling his guilt spread through his body. Your fair was blotchy and your eyes were pink and puffy. His heart clenched tightly; he should be drying your tears, not causing them.

Sitting loosely in your hand was a slightly crumpled folded piece of paper. Tentatively, he lifted your fingers and grabbed it, leaving his hand. Opening it, he could see it was addressed to him.

Tommy,

This is probably my thousandth time writing this, but I just can’t seem to write down everything I want to say to you. I have such strong feelings that words don’t seem to do it any justice, so I guess I’ll just come out and say it.

I love you.

I love everything about you: your smile, your beautiful eyes that I just get lost in, the look of you face when you’re concentrating hard on something, and the way you make me feel so special every single day we’ve been together. You’re sweet, kind, and just everything I’ve ever wanted.

I know I said it earlier today, and yes that was a slip, but I’m glad it happened. I feel like I’ve loved you for awhile now, and just haven’t had the courage to tell you. Well, now I want to be able to tell you every single day that I love you, I love how I can be myself around you, and I can’t wait to see what the future holds for us. Because I know that as long as we have each other, nothing can stand in our way.

I love you so much Tommy. I love you with everything that I am.

Forever yours,

y/n

Thomas wasn’t sure when he’d started, but some of his tears started falling onto the page, smudging the words together. He let the paper flutter to the floor, staring up at your sleeping form. You loved him too.

He just hoped you’d forgive him.

He didn’t plan on waking you, deciding he’d sleep on the floor if had too. He was trying to keep his hiccups done and his own sobs quiet so he wouldn’t wake you. Grabbing Newt’s pillow, he set it on the floor next to his bed. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, smiling through his tears.

You stirred, eyes blinking open. Thomas froze; he didn’t mean to wake you.

“Tommy…is that you?” you asked groggily.

“I’m so sorry,” Thomas sobs became more uncontrollable, wrecking through his body while he tried to take in deep breaths, but he couldn’t get any air into his lungs.

Next thing he knew, he was on his bed with your arms around him. His face was buried into the crook of your neck, soaking the sweatshirt you were wearing. He heard you murmuring soothing words into his ear while you ran your fingers through his hair.

After awhile his breathing calmed down, and his tears stopped flowing. He lifted his head to see fresh tears on your face, giving him a watery smile.

He lifted his hand and wiped away some of the lingering tears. “Baby, why are you crying?”

“I don’t like seeing you upset.”

He chuckled at that. “Neither do I, princess,” Thomas swallowed. “I’m sorry. Really. I-I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that. It’s not like you did anything wrong, or you set your dorm building on fire. I just-I just got so scared that you were gone, because I-I don’t want to lose you. I-I love you,”

You smiled softly at him, squeezing his arm. “I love you too, Tommy. Have for awhile now, I just didn’t know how to tell you.”

Thomas let out a breathy laugh and bit his lip. “…I read your letter…”

“Yeah?”

“You…you really feel that?”

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes. “Of course, I literally just said it too.” You were smiling brightly now, and Thomas would do anything to keep that smile on your face. The way your eyes lit up, crinkling around the edges. Somehow, he was falling deeper in love with you.

“I know this week has sucked with finals, and I had plans for dinner. I was gonna tell you today after you said it on the phone. I know you didn’t mean to say it, but I thought it’d be a perfect opportunity. Tomorrow I have my last final, so if you wouldn’t mind postponing your studying so we can spend the morning together? Have breakfast? Then you can study and I’ll take my final. Once this shitshow’s over we’re gonna be spending so much time together you’re gonna get sick of me.”

“Tommy, I’d never get sick of you. Breakfast sounds wonderful. A lazy morning with the love of my life.”

There wasn’t much talking after that, save for the occasional mutters of ‘I love you’ now that you could both say it freely. Mostly, it was soft kisses, gentle touches, and the two of you holding each other so close that eventually lulled you both into a deep sleep.

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wouldpollyapprove · 4 years

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I’m Not Like Her

Summary: Y/n never thought she’d take a job as a barmaid, but she had to do what she had to do. Fleeing from a mob in Aberdeen, she was willing to do anything to live a peaceful life. And if that meant working for the Shelby’s then so be it. Life was normal until the mob decided to make an appearance in Birmingham, leading Tommy start to believe Y/n wasn’t exactly who she said she was.

Request: 17 from humor and 4 from misc? With tommy please 🥺❤️

Requested by @jenepleurepasbaby

Thomas Shelby x Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Language, alcohol, violence, angst

A/N: This is barely edited b/c I have no paitence for that, but I really like how this turned out. Oh, and the cocktail I mentioned is from the 1920s but I’m not sure if it was popular in the UK or not. Anyway, I hope you guys like it and sorry for the angst, I couldn’t help myself.

Part Two

Masterlist

The noise filled the air, keeping people focused on what they were doing. It was too loud for anyone to notice much more than what was in front of them due to the alcohol in their system. It was always like that in the Garrison on a Friday night. Men clocked out of work, grabbed a girl, and headed for the pub. That’s how it always went.

Y/n had no time to think about anything but cocktail recipes as she filled orders. The men of Small Heath ordered everything straight out of the bottle. Whether it be whiskey, gin, or rum, it was always served either plain or on the rocks with a splash of water. It all came down to how much they wanted to stumble when they walked out of the door. The woman that tagged along were the ones that wanted to drink something fancy. They wanted to be more than some dirt poor girl from the wrong side of town. A lady in a countryside manor or a duchess in a French Château is what they wanted to be.

And that is what Y/n tried her best to do, give them a piece of a reality that would never be theirs.

She was too busy filling orders to notice the men that had entered the bar. Their appearance was almost identical to that of the Peaky Blinders that frequented the streets. They all wore neatly pressed suits, bulky overcoats covering their suit. No suspicion would have been drawn if it weren’t for the hats that sat upon their heads.

Handing over the fifth Sidecar she’d made in the last fifteen minutes, Y/n wiped her hands off on her apron. “Good Lord, is it ever gonna slow down?”

Edith shook her head from beside her. “I fuckin’ wish. I’m sick of this Irish beer Arthur ordered. Everyones to pissed to realize it’s shit.”

Y/n chuckled, “That they are.” Her eyes wandered around the packed bar, landing in bursts on the drunks that stumbled around. Just as she was about to turn back to her work, her eyes landed on three well-dressed men at the door. All the blood drained from her face, turning it ash white. The tammies they wore picking them out of the crowd

“Are you alright?” Edith asked, turning from pouring another glass of whiskey on the rocks.

Her coworker nodded, before glancing at the clock on the wall above them. “Yeah, yeah, I’m alright. I’m off in five-” Mary passed behind her, on time for her shift for once. “-and Mary’s here so I think I’m going to head home.”

She wasn’t given a second glance as she stripped her apron off and fetched her coat from the back room. Eyes followed her like a hawk until she reached the door. Y/n didn’t bother to look at the three men that stood in front of the door, she shoved past them, knowing they wouldn’t make a scene.

With the door to the Shelby’s private room open, Tommy kept his eye trained on the men while he kept up with the conversation he was having with Michael. The grip on his glass tightened when Y/n appeared and shoved passed two of them. He would have thought that by the time Y/n got off the men would have ordered a drink and found a table, but the stood near the door like statues. Only moved, turning on their heels, when Y/n shoved them out of her way and followed a few feet behind her.

It was odd. Everything about it was odd. The men that had entered the bar ten minutes before were odd. Tommy could have sworn he’d seen the men once before. London came to mind when he thought of them and how they’d dressed. But no one in London would be caught dead dressing like that. And the man found it odd how Y/n shoved passed them, something he knew she would never do.

Tommy and Y/n had an interesting relationship.

Tommy was in love with her, there was no way he could deny it. He could ignore it, though. After what happened with Grace two years before, he wasn’t sure he was ready to wear his heart on his sleeve. Every once and a while, a sharp pain would overtake his heart and make him remember why he was afraid to love so openly again. He tried though. He tried to do as much as he could for her with what he had. Tommy did his best to protect and behind closed doors, he showed her his heart.

But that could never be aired out in the open.

Thomas Shelby couldn’t have people seeing him weak over a woman. He couldn’t be seen once more being destroyed by the touched of a woman who’d betrayed him.

Y/n was much different than her lover. She was as loyal as they came and would never betray him, not when he owned her heart. Not one to love as few had ever shown her such a thing, she had no problem giving Tommy the love he deserved. She didn’t care about the blood on his hands or the damage caused by the war. She saw past his outward appearance and his tough exterior, loving who he was before and after damage had been done to his heart and soul.

Though he was concerned, there was business to be done and it couldn’t wait. No longer a believer, Tommy prayed to God that he wasn’t making a mistake for not following after her.

Stepping out onto the dirt-covered cobblestones, the cold air bit at her exposed skin as Y/n waited for the men to exit behind her. She turned when the door creaked open, more light pouring out onto the street.

The tallest of the three linked his arm with her’s, dragging her down the street, her protests drowned out by the sound of the other men lighting their cigars. Once he believed them to be far enough from prying eyes, in front of a factory that was closed for the night, he stopped and swung the girl in front of him. “Didn’t think I’d fin ya, did ya?”

“You fuckin’ bastard,” Y/n spat, pulling her arm out of his grasp. “What the fuck are you doing here, Roger?”

It had been ages since the two had last seen each other, parting onto a hill that overlooked Aberdeen, blood and tears on both their faces. They’d shared some good times, getting into all the trouble they could. They ran from the law in Edinburgh, jumping a train with a bottle of whiskey in their bag. Y/n stayed by his side when his father put him in charge of his family’s company and she watched him turn into a hungry monster, out for money and blood.

A laugh vibrated his chest, he leaned forward, moving a piece of curly hair out of her face. How he’d missed those curls of her’s. “I’ve come to ask for your help, love.”

Swatting his hand away from her face, she pushed him away, wishing to create distance between them. The men beside him, supposed to be his body guards, did nothing, believing she held no power. She rolled her eyes at their dismissals, Ed and Jim had never been very good at keeping their boss out of danger. “No fucking way will I ever help you.”

“Ya used to help with everything. There was nothin’ ya wouldn’t do fer me.”

“That was before you killed Charlie-” Y/n folded her arms across her chest, wrapping her coat around her tighter. “He was my friend, Roger.”

The man rolled his eyes. He never cared about what he had to do to keep his business running. “He was taking you from me.”

“Your brutish behavior was taking me away from you. Don’t confuse the two.” Y/n reached into her pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. She waltzed around the men as she dug around for a lighter, knowing the men in front of her weren’t gentlemen and would never offer over their lighters.

Before she could get her cigarette lite, a crash from the alley across from them caught everyone’s attention. Roger, Ed, and Jim reached under their coats for their weapons. Y/n turned to see a couple of Peaky boys walk out of the alley. She’d seen them before, they normally helped in the betting shop and had accompanied their boss to London a time or two. “Roger, don’t shoot them,” she demanded, trying to step in his way.

The Peaky Blinders drew their own weapons, ready to fire if they had to.

Y/n rolled her eyes. Why were men the way they were? Instead of staying and watching blood spill, she turned her back to the group of men. “Don’t do anything too stupid, Roger. No one here will save you arse,” she warned him, walking into the darkness of Small Heath.

*~~*~~*

The two Peaky Blinders that escaped unscathed from their encounter with Roger Flint, which was a relief. One of the men knew exactly who Roger was as he came from Scotland. He also knew how rare it was for Roger to let someone live in a firefight.

With ragged breaths, the two men rushed into the Garrison and wasted no time to find Tommy. Their boss was still where he was when Y/n had left, leaning in his chair, cigarette between his lips and glass of whiskey in his hand.

The Shelby’s all turned when Ricky entered the private room panting like a dog. “What the fuck happened to you?” John asked, a little laugh ending his sentence.

“W-we were out… out by the factory,” he started, clutching his side. “And Roger Flint was out there with some of his men.”

“Y/n was there with ‘em,” the man beside him added.

The mention of her name forced Tommy to his feet, his glass shattered to the floor. “Was she hurt?”

Ricky shook his head. “No, no-” He took a deep breath, trying to expand his lungs. “She seemed to know him. Personally.”

Was that worse than being caught with a copper? The mobster hadn’t the faintest clue, but he didn’t like the sound of it. “Where is she now?”

The two men exchanged glances, surprised that they hadn’t been chewed out for leaving her. “Don know. She left, I think she went home.”

Dragging his hand over his face, Tommy sat back down. How did Y/n know Roger Flint? That wasn’t a man anyone knew casually. A sigh escaped his lips as he took Arthur’s drink. The alcohol burned his throat as he emptied the glass. He thought Y/n was nothing but honest with him, but that was clearly a lie.

So there Tommy sat, his family exchanging worried glances from around the room, while all his fears washed over him like a raging river.

*~~*~~*

Y/n slept like a baby, Roger easily faded from her memory as she slept. He was never much to remember. The man was nothing but an overgrown baby trying to make a name for himself as a mobster. It was pathetic. All that went through her mind as she dressed for work was the amount of glasses she’d have to clean off of tables and the shattered glass that would need to be swept off the floor.

As she did every morning, Y/n stopped by the small cafe around the corner from her house. She was never one for cooking and her kitchen didn’t permit more than a sandwich to be made. It always seemed to bring her joy, stopping in to get a scone, and chatting with the owner. It was the start she needed for what she knew would be a long day.

Once she was feed, Y/n wasted no time walking to work. Dodging children, who ran through the street like monkeys, and women gossiping as they headed to the market, she finally arrived at the doors of the Garrison. Fetching the key out of her purse, she dropped it back in when she found the door unlocked.

The Shelbys had obviously arrived before her.

A smile tugged at her lips upon entering the pub, memories from the night before playing in her mind. Though the place was a mess, she was happy to be at work then to be helping Roger. Anything was better than being in the same room as him. Her smile faltered when she caught a glimpse of Tommy behind the bar. His muscles were tight and there was fire in his eyes. He looked up at her and all Y/n could see was boiling anger.

She did her best to send him a smile as she tugged off her coat, placing it on the bar. “Good morning, love.”

His knuckles turned white against the bottle of whiskey he’d grabbed off the shelf. “Don’t bother, Y/n,” he growled.

The smile dropped to the floor along with her eyes. Roger clearly hadn’t killed the Blinders, damn. It would have been much easier to pretend that her time with the Scottish mobster never happened then to ever have to explain it to the man she loved. “What’s wrong, Tommy?” she asked, deciding it would be easier to play dumb.

It was a long shot, but there was a chance she could get the man to believe her word over that of his men.

Tommy shot her a dangerous look. A warning that stated he wouldn’t believe a thing she said. “Who were you with after work last night?”

“No one.”

He rolled his eyes. “Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not,” she snapped.

There was a pause, making Y/n nervous, as Tommy opened the bottle of whiskey and poured it into the glass in front of him. The pub was silent while he sipped at it before he placed it back on the bar. “Let’s not play this game. I know a liar when I see one, Y/n, because I’m a liar.”

Y/n rolled her eyes at his words. “What do you want me to say? That I was with someone that wasn’t you?”

“Don’t play dumb, Y/n. Flint is the fucking enemy! And there you were waltzing’ around with him! How fuckin’ loyal!” he yelled and in a fit of rage grabbed his glass and threw it at the wall beside him. “I thought you were better than her, turns out you’re the same type of snake.”

His words burned against Y/n’s ear, causing her heart to shrivel up in pain. “Bite me,” she seethed. Before any more damage could be done, she reached for her coat and ran out the door., shouting, “I quiet,” on her way out.

How fucking stupid could she be, thinking she outrun away from Roger? He would always come back to haunt her.

The door slammed behind her and once her feet hit cobblestone, she ran like a freight train, dropping her coat as she gained speed. She needed to create as much distance between her and Thomas Shelby as she could. God, she hoped to never see his face again.

Running along the streets of Small Heath, people shot her confused looks and moved out of her way as they saw nothing would stop her. Y/n ran, one foot in front of the other until her legs gave way and she tumbled to the ground. She pushed herself off the ground, sobs racked her body as she wandered into an alley, sliding down the wall of the brick building beside her.

“I’m not like her,” she muttered to herself between sobs. “I’m not like her.”

What Tommy didn’t know, was Roger was a no one to her. He had been nothing for a long time and she never planned on allowing him back in her life, not after all the pain he caused. But it was too late to explain that now. She had been labeled a traitor and there was no way to scrub that off.

The words tattooed across her forehead and the pain in her heart were nothing compared to the pain she felt for hurting Tommy as she did. He trusted her and, slowly, he was starting to recover from what Grace had done to him only for it to happen once more.

It killed her to think that she had done then one thing she swore to never do.

*~~*~~*

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