#being a doctor. going to college. all a part of his fathers “game

[metacove]

"Gusev" is probably the only unique thing attributed to Dmitriy. He lives his life through his imaginary twin, Fyodor, who carries all of his dreams and ambitions, and has all his friends, while Dmitriy carries on the legacy and wishes of a father that seemingly never cared for him. The only thing he has of his own is his nickname, Gusev, and nobody knows what it means or how it came to be.

[justmeinadaze]

Take It Out On Me Part 27 (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)

Warning: Soft Doms Daddy Steve and Sir Eddie & Sub Fem Plus Size Y/N, SMUT, dirty talk, a bit softer than the norm with these two but she's preggo so lol FLUFF, they love her and the little one. We find out the gender and get a name for da baby.

ANGST, Steve's dad makes an asshole cameo, the three of them confront the other parents to tell them reader is pregnant. Those are the biggies. Not my normal level of angst :)

Word Count: 4696

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“Hey guys. Thank you for coming and please have a seat.”, Steve instructs your parents as he gestures towards the couch where Wayne was already waiting. 

“Okay…is everything alright?”, your mother asks in a worried tone.

“Yeah, everything’s ok, Mrs. Y/L/N.”, Eddie answers as he sits in one of the chairs they placed on either side of yours. 

The three of you came up with a game plan since the last time all the parents were addressed it didn’t end well. You were going to do the bulk of the speaking when it came to your parents but if they addressed one of the boys or reacted as they had before, Eddie and Steve would take over to promptly end the conversation. They weren’t going to allow you to be hurt again especially after your hospital visit. 

Now they had two lives they needed to look after and protect.

Once your mom and dad were seated, you smiled as you handed your mom a little envelope and back away to take a seat near your protectors. 

No one says a word as she opens the paper and pulls out its contents. Your eyes close as you physically prepare for the fallout and you hear your mother heavily exhale.

“You’re pregnant?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“H-How? I don’t…I thought you were on the pill? At least…I mean…you told me you were.”

Your father cringes at your mom’s words as he continues to process what he’s hearing.

“I am…was…Before we went to Italy, we had an incident where they needed to switch the birth control. The nurse told us to wait a week but my doctor said that was wrong.”

“What?!”, your mother and Wayne exclaimed at the same time causing you to recoil a bit. 

Steve petted your head to calm you, assuring you everything was still alright.

“That’s more than just being wrong, sweetheart. Jesus, what is your doctor doing? Did she fire that nurse?”, Eddie’s uncle asked with what you could immediately tell was genuine concern.

“She said she was going to talk to her—”

“She needs to more than that! I’ll go down there and talk to them myself—”

As you folded more into yourself, Eddie glanced at Steve ready to jump in; the other boy agreeing.

“Mrs. Y/L/N, please, with all due respect we need everyone here to be calm—”

“And how do we do that, Steven?”, your father asked sharply. “This is a pretty big fucking deal.”

“Well, you better fucking figure it out because we’ve already had one scare that put her in the hospital and it won’t happen again!”, Eddie growled. 

“What?! I don’t…what happened…why didn’t anyone call us!? Edward, she’s our daughter!”

“And she’s our wife!” Everyone became silent at the metalhead’s outburst as he blinked realizing what he said. “Girlfriend…she’s our girlfriend…That we have never abandoned but you have. WE needed to make sure she was safe first.”

“Is the baby ok?”, Wayne asked, breathing a sigh of relief when you nodded. 

“She panicked and, again, for fear of how people would react tried to break up with us. She was so stressed…she was in pain…”, Steve relays as his jaw tightens hating the memory. 

“So, I’m assuming because this was an accident you don’t know who’s the father?”, your dad asked as he stood up and began pacing. 

“Please don’t call my baby an accident.”, you whimper. 

“He’s OURS and we love him.”, Eddie announced making you smile softly. 

“Could they get a sex?”

“Oh, no, Wayne, it’s still too early. I’d call that parent’s intuition.”, you mom responds flashing a grin his way. 

“Ok, Bev, I’m trying really hard but I need to be the reality check here. She just graduated college, Steve works at a video store, Eddie works at a record store. How are they going to take care of a child?”

“Mr. C offered to let me continue interning for him and then next school year I could teach if the principal still wants to hire me.”

“Robin and I have a plan together for the non-profit. We actually have meetings with investors within these next couple of months.”

“That’s amazing, Steve.”, Eddie’s uncle praises making the boy smile in appreciation. “And you, Ed? Last I spoke with you, you were working to get recording time.”

“Yeah, the guys and I have a lot of money saved. We’re hoping within the next month we can get something out. Funds have slowed a bit since I started putting money aside for Y/N.”

“What about the birth certificate? You both can’t put your names on there.”

“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there.”

“Oh, Steven? Have you already crossed the bridge of your feelings about how this child is going to have one of your genes? How it might cause animosity that this kid looks a bit more like one man than the other?  How it could drive you crazy to NOT know.”

Eddie steps forward squaring his shoulder as he comes toe to toe with your father. 

“That’s OUR kid. I don’t care if he’s biologically mine or Steve’s. As long as he’s happy and healthy…as long as he knows BOTH his father’s love him…no matter what. I don’t fucking care.”

The other man places his palm on his friend’s chest to calm him, pushing him back towards you. 

“Are you going to tell Bill?”, your mom inquires. “With the way he reacted about Y/N, I’m sure he’ll take this well.”, she says sarcastically. 

“I wasn’t going to say anything. They haven’t been in my life for over 4 years.”

“I know, baby, but you should give them the chance. At least your mom…”

“I’d go with you but your dad placed a restraining order on me.”, your father sighs as he places his hands on his hips. “Don’t laugh at me, Beverly.”

“I can’t help it, Robert.”

“Are you mad at me?” Your voice cuts through the room as both boys back up so you can see your parents. 

“No, honey. We aren’t mad. We’re just concerned but like Mr. Munson here we want our daughter to be happy and healthy.”, your mother coos as she gets up to hug you tightly to her. 

############

“Ok, so tell me again what else you need?”, Masie asks as you two browse the baby section of the store you two were walking around. 

“The most expensive thing we need is a crib. Besides that, um, a stroller, a car seat…my mom said we can’t have enough bottles.”, you giggle. “I was thinking for the baby’s room, maybe, we could do like a Wizard of Oz thing. Wayne told me a story about how that book always comforted Eddie.”

“I can do that. Did they have a preference or…”

“No, they said I should just do whatever I wanted.”, you giggle. 

It had been a couple of months since you guys talked to your parents and the reality of everything was beginning to set in. The first time you felt him move you cried for an hour scaring the boys to death. 

“Is…is this normal?”, Steve asked as he petted your head. 

“Yeah, I’m just so happy. We’re having a baby.”, you sob.

“Oh, sweetheart.”, Eddie chuckles as he pulls you to his chest. 

“What do you think, little dude? Do you want bottles with lions or elephants?”, Masie inquires as she leans down to speak directly to your tummy making you laugh harder. “Both? Sounds good.”

“Maze—”

“Nope. I won’t hear it. I’m buying these for my new little best friend.”

“Your nephew.”, you correct. Your best friend pauses as she straightens up and her eyes meet your own. “Masie, you’ve been with me since kindergarten and through all of my chaos. You’re my sister and I love you.”

She wraps her arms around your neck, kissing your cheek when she finally pulls away. 

The sudden sound of glass breaking catches your attention as you both turn towards the noise coming face to face with Mrs. Harrington’s wide-eyed expression. Without addressing you, she abruptly swivels around, dropping everything in her hands as she powerwalks out of the store.

***

Steve was already pacing in the living room mentally preparing himself when the sound of loud banging on the front door echoed through the house. 

After kissing his lips, you and Eddie backed away to allow him to take control as he casually began opening the door to his home. Before he could do anything about it, his father burst through uninvited, huffing as his wild eyes landed on you.

“How dare you, you little whore!”

As he began charging your way, the metalhead pushed you behind him as Steve slid between him and his father to cut him off. 

“No. If you want to talk we can talk but you will NOT speak to her like that.”

“I’ll speak to her any way I see fit! I’ve put up with this farse long enough, Steven. This is not a relationship, you three aren’t married, and that bastard doesn’t belong to you both!”

Before anyone could do anything about it, the younger Harrington’s fist flew knocking his father to the floor. 

“Eddie…”, you whispered in fear, gripping his arm. 

He could feel the worry you had for them practically radiating from you and his protective mode instantly kicked in. 

“Don’t move.”, he commanded, stepping forward to place himself beside his friend. “Get out.”, Eddie growled as he yanked Mr. Harrington to his feet and shoved him towards the door. 

“You’re done, son. I’m cutting you off. No more installments into your account, no more inheritance from me or your mother. Nothing, do you hear me, NOTHING will go to that thing. I don’t care if it is biologically yours.”

“Fine. I don’t need anything from you, Bill. You both weren’t there for the worst moment in my life. What makes you think I’d want you there for the best? I can’t wait to be father so I can be nothing like you. Now…GET…OUT!”

As soon as his father left, you wrapped your arms around Steve’s waist and clung to him as his arms remained at his sides. 

“Are you alright, man?”, Eddie asked as he came up beside you both. 

You could feel it coming off his agitated frame as your cheek rose and fell with each heavy breath of his chest. He was furious. 

He was angry that his father was despicable and continued to hurt him even now. He was pissed that anyone, let alone his own blood called his baby that he already loved so much a ‘bastard’ and a ‘thing’. Steve felt betrayed by his mother who immediately ran to her husband knowing how he’d react without coming to speak with him herself. He wanted to kill him for disrespecting you and even THINKING he could charge at you to lay his hands on you. 

But more than anything, he was hurt that both his parents still didn’t seem to give a damn about him or his happiness. 

Tilting back, your palms cup his face as he continues to look past you into the void.

“Daddy, baby, look at me.”

It took him a few seconds and some more soft murmurs before his eyes glassy eyes met yours.

“I’m so sorry. You don’t deserve the bullshit he puts you through. I know you’re a good man and I have no doubt you’ll be an amazing father.” When his forehead presses against yours, you feel his breathing begin to calm. “It’s ok, honey. You can still use me.”

Glancing towards Eddie, he waits for his friend to give him a nod letting him know he thought it would be ok. You three were still intimate but it was much softer than before. They didn’t want to trigger another episode or hurt you too much even after getting the ok from your doctor. 

Since that point a lot had happened and all of you were just genuinely too exhausted to do anything more than cuddle. 

Lifting you into his arms, Steve carried you to the bedroom and laid you on your back horizontally across the mattress. After tearing away your clothes, he opened your legs wide and spit into your cunt before falling onto his side next to you and sliding his arm under your head for you to use as a pillow. On impulse you raised one of your legs in the air and his heavy breathing warmed your cheek as he guided his cock inside of you. 

As his fingers dug into your thigh, he set a rough pace as he absorbed the feeling of being inside you like this again. Glancing to your other side, you watched as Eddie came around the bed and knelt down by your head. Your fingers reached for him but he shook his head as he tenderly took hold of both sides of yours and turned it till you were facing the other man. 

“He needs you right now, sweetheart.”, he whispered in your ear as he gently played with your hair that hung over the end of the mattress. 

“Mmm—feels so good, Sir.”

“Yeah, baby? You’re going to cum already? It’s been a while since we’ve been able to take care of you, huh.”

Steve abruptly pulls out of you and shuffles around till you feel his tongue rapidly flick your clit as two of his fingers thrust in and out of your core.

“Fuck! Daddy, please.”

Placing your hand on the back of his head, you hold him to you as your back arches off the bed and you cum, groaning as he drank you in. 

“Color, baby?”

“Green, Sir…Fuck…”

After taping your pussy with his length and making you twitch at the feeling, he slides himself inside of you again, stretching your leg up his chest so he could cling to your thigh for leverage as he pounded into you. 

Eddie continued to gently kiss your forehead, cheek, or any other part of your skin he could reach with his lips. 

“Right there, Daddy. Just like that. Fuck, I love you so much.”

 Steve’s pace suddenly slowed and your eyes locked as he blinked as if coming back into the moment. Dropping your leg to the side, you promptly wrapped it around his waist as he leaned down till his head was by your ear. 

“I’m not…too heavy…am I?”, he panted.

“No, Daddy. You feel perfect against me.”

“I love you, Y/N. I’m so s-sorry for how my family treats you. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

Threading your fingers in his hair, you held him as tightly as you could as you rolled your hips underneath him encouraging him to continue. 

“It’s ok, Steve. All—All I care about is how they make you feel. I’m sorry—fuck—I’m sorry they can’t see what an amazing man you are.” Finding his rhythm again, the bed began to subtly shake as his cock abused your g-spot. “Oh my god. Just like that, Daddy.”

With Eddie having long moved out of the way, Steve’s palm clung to the sheets next to your head as he groans. 

“Fuck, baby. You wanna cum with Daddy?”

Nodding your head, your nails drag down his back as your pussy quivers around him and the coil snaps. Grunting at the feeling, he slowed his movements but not his intensity as he slammed his seed inside of your cunt. 

“Good girl. Shit, you feel so good. Do…Do you need anything?”

“Water.”

“10 steps ahead of you, sweetheart. Here, sit up and drink this.”, Eddie instructs as he hands you a glass that you knock back. “Whoa, whoa. Babe, you’re going to throw up. Slow down.”

“Thirsty.”

“Jesus, Steven. Fucking fucked the vocabulary out of our girl here.”

You and Steve giggle as he takes your cup and leaves to get you more. 

“Can we take a bath? I’m a little sore.”

“Yeah, honey, of course.”

Carefully guiding you out of bed, the former jock fills the tub with warm water as the metalhead comes back with more for you to drink. 

“Slow, baby. Good girl.”

As soon as everything is ready and the bathroom is smelling like sand on a beach, Steve takes your hand and helps you in, placing himself behind you as he cleans you and gently massages your lower back. 

When he abruptly pauses you can’t help but giggle when you take hold of his palm and move it back over your tummy. 

“He loves you both. Every time you talk or touch me, he does a little dance.” Eddie sits on the floor outside the tub and places his hand beside Steve’s. “Say something.”

“Listen, little rockstar, I know you’ve heard a lot of craziness out here but I promise it won’t be that chaotic. Whoa.”, he breathes when something pushes up towards them. “We love you, dude.”

##################

“Ok, are we all ready to find out what this baby is?!”, Masie shouts from her spot at the end of the table in your backyard. 

Today was the afternoon of the baby shower and you were so grateful for everyone that came. You half expected people to treat you differently but just like your reception you threw for the boys so many people came to celebrate this new milestone with you.

Your family from New York surprised you by coming down to see you, the family, and what the new edition would be. Your uncle loved Masie, helping her get things together for the party and decorating. Your parents and Eddie’s mother came as well with her little ones which the metalhead loved watching you interact with. 

As Wayne held the string to lift the pinata that read “The Baby Is…” off the ground, you gave the large bat to one of his half-sisters and spun her around making her giggle. Robin and Mr. C stood as far out of the way as possible enjoying the view but trying not to get whacked in the process. 

“Op! You have to swing harder than that!”

With one final hard hit your mouth fell open in shock as pink confetti and candy hit the ground. 

While everyone cheered, your eyes met theirs as they smiled and shrugged.

“I guess we’re having a girl!”, Steve beams as he comes around to give you a hug. 

***

You giggle from your spot at the sink as you continue to wash some of the dishes from that evening. Steve said he just needed a minute to rest and the next thing you knew, you heard him snoring on the couch with his arm slung over his eyes. 

“I’m telling you. Kid sleeps like a rock.”, Eddie grins as he enters the room and tosses some trash into the bag nearby. “Did you have a good day, sweetheart?”

“I did. It was nice to have some fun without all the drama we’ve been dealing with. What about you?”

“Yeah, I had a good day to. My favorite part was watching you with my siblings. You’re going to be an amazing mom.” The way he said that gave you pause as you turned off the facet and dried your hands. “I know we always talk about how Steve and I aren’t going to be like our dads but I hope you know that even though you love your family very much there are some things that will be different and that’s ok, baby.”

Blinking back your emotions, you wrap your arms around him as he lifts you off your feet. 

“I don’t want her to ever feel unloved.”, you murmur into his chest making him smile as he tilts back your head to kiss your lips. 

“She won’t because her mom and dads already love her so much. I can’t wait to meet her. I’m going to show her Dio and Judas and—ow!”, he teases when you lightly smack his chest. As you turn to head back to the sink, he tugs on your wrist bringing you back in front of him. “We, um, we haven’t talked about it yet but… I know…the titles…you don’t have to use them anymore…”

Taking a hold of his chin, you lift his face till his eyes meet your own and he doesn’t know if you can tell but he appreciates the softness behind them. 

“Do you want me to stop using them?”

“I mean…NO but…”, Eddie chuckles nervously. “It’s not like you can call me and him that stuff in front of a kid.”

“Yeah… but I can do it when we’re alone.” Pressing your lips to his, he groans against your kiss as your palm slides down his chest, past his stomach, to the bulge in his jeans. “You’re always going to be my Master and Steve will always be my Daddy. Even when I use your names those titles don’t fade. I’m yours, baby.”

“You are, pretty girl. Fuck.”

“You can use me to, Sir, if you need me. It’s been so long since I felt you inside me.”

“I—mmm—are you sure? You’ve been on your f-feet all day.”

Grinning, you lean forward to trail soft kisses along his chin, jaw, and up to his ear. 

“Then sweep me off them.”

That’s all the confirmation he needs as he takes ahold of your head in both hands and crashes his lips back to yours. You have no clue where he’s taking you as he starts walking you backwards till you bump into the table. Hastily, he unbuttons your pants, sliding them down your legs with your panties and kicking them aside. 

Eddie effortlessly lifts you onto the flat surface and as he fumbles with his belt you suck that sweet spot on his neck that you know drives him crazy. Giggling as he stumbles out of his jeans, he smiles as he licks his palm and strokes his cock a few times before effortlessly sheathing himself inside you. 

Resting his forehead against the nook between your neck and shoulder, you mewled as you felt his jaw fall open and his breathy moans warm your skin. Your hands cupped one of his cheeks just below his ear, pressing him to you while the other clung to his own shoulder as your arm rested behind his neck. 

“Just like that. Oh my god.”

“I know, baby. Fuck me. I know exactly where that spot is inside you. Right…here…”

At his last couple of words, Eddie slammed his hips into your own making you cry out as his cock perfectly hit that sensitive spot inside you. 

“You’re going to have to learn to be a lot quieter, princess.”, he chuckles as you smirk. 

After giving you a quick kiss, he guides you till your back is flat against the table and he takes hold of your legs, pulling you closer to the edge as he holds both limbs up with his strong arms under your knees. When his eyes meet yours, you already know what he wants, even giving you a helping hand as a long line of spit falls from his mouth onto your clit. 

As your fingers come down to rub his saliva into your bundle of nerves, Eddie bites his bottom lip to stifle a loud groan of his own as his pace hastens. 

“Fuck, Y/N. You look so fucking beautiful like this.”

A string of repetitive uhs fall from your mouth as the surface shakes underneath you. 

“Shit. Talk to me, sweetheart. I wanna hear you.”

“God…I’m…you’re gonna make me cum. Please…Please, Sir, cum with me.”

Chasing both your highs, the metalhead pounded into you till he felt you tremble and your pussy squeeze his cock like a vice. 

“That’s it, baby! Good girl. F-Fucking good girl.”, he praised as his rhythm faltered and he coated your insides with his release. “Fuck…are you ok, babe?”

Still trying to catch your breath, you nod and give him a thumbs up that makes him laugh through his teeth. Taking hold of your arms, he playfully lifts you up to a sitting position and pulls you into him for a hug. 

“What about you, Daddy? You ok?”

Steve chuckles as he sits up and peaks his head over the back of the couch.

“Jesus, woman. I swear you have superhero levels of hearing. Yeah, I’m alright, honey.”

After helping you to the floor, Eddie took off your shirt and started walking you down the hall to the bathroom as Steve followed leaving his pants unbuttoned, holding them up with his hands. 

“I heard you trying to hide your moans. I know what you touching yourself sounds like.”

“Witch.”

“I’m not a witch, I’m your wife!”, you laugh as you stick out your tongue. “We should show her that movie all the time…The Princess Bride. It’s so good.”

Something flashes across Eddie’s face only for a moment before he grins at you both and steps into the shower bringing you with him.

“Hey. What was that? What passed through you mind?”

“Nothing, princess. It’s silly.”

After brushing some of his damp hair away from his eyes, you cup his face in your hands. 

“Tell me.”

His chocolate eyes flicked to Steve behind you as he stepped into the tub before sighing and shrugging his shoulders. 

“I want to refer to you as my wife. OUR wife. Obviously I already feel that way…fucking saying it without even thinking. Add in the fact that you’ve been with us for 5 years, through fucking everything and now you’re about to the mother of our child. I just… I don’t know. Maybe I’m being too sappy or cliché.”

“Eddie, baby. It’s a piece of paper we don’t need—”

“I know. I was just saying.”

“Can I talk?”, you giggle.

“I don’t know. Give it a try.”, he teases making your grin grow.

“I was going to SAY…It’s a piece of paper we don’t need because like you said we’ve been together through everything and we’re adding to our family. Eddie, if you want to tell people I’m your wife…tell them. Fuck what the assholes of this town think.”

Steve’s arms wrap around you from behind as he kisses your shoulder while the metalhead trails small pecks from your forehead down to your lips. 

After cleaning you up and drying you off, Eddie curls up against the headboard and fiddles with your hair while the other boy lays on his back in front of you both browsing through a book someone had given as a gift filled with baby names.

“We should name her after one of the elves in Lord of the Rings.”

“No, no. You are not giving our baby a nerdy name like Frido or something.”

At Eddie’s exasperated sigh and Steve’s mispronunciation you spit the water you had been drinking back into your glass as you laugh hard. 

“Look what you’ve done now, Steven. You’re killing the woman we love.”

“Shut up. What about you, honey? Any suggestions?”

“Um…”, you hum as you think for a moment before something pops into your head. “What about Molly?”

The pretty boy pouts out his lips in amusement as he and the metalhead nod. 

“How’d you come up with that?”

“The Breakfast Club.”, you whine as your voice cracks in embarrassment and you cover your face with your hands. 

“No! No, baby, don’t hide. You definitely have to break that down a bit.”, Eddie jests as he pulls at your wrists so they can see you.

“We met in detention… The first time I saw it with Maze it made me think of us. Steve is the jock Emilio Estevez who had problems with his father and being popular. Eddie would be Judd Nelson’s bad boy with an asshole family and a school system that didn’t seem to care. I’d be Ally Sheedy’s weirdo feeling ignored by her family… Molly Ringwald is the princess and since Ed already calls her that…just made me think…Molly.”

Crawling up the length of your body, Steve kisses your lips and then your stomach before falling beside you as Eddie did the same. 

“I like that name. Molly.”

“Molly Munson-Harrington.”

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[lexirosewrites]

Okay so I know you did a 2 part stuttering Steve before you went mostly into omegaverse. But imagine that Steve was traumatized from a young age when it was the revealed he was going to be an omega. I know in the real world there are ways to enhance having a boy or girl with pills and tracking your periods. So I imagine the Harrington’s wanted an alpha, or more his father only found value in his mother for her ability to bare an alpha son. So he has her track her stuff, taking shots and medicine that a doctor friend suggested. She's happy to have a baby and her husband either way, until Steve’s born and he's designated as an omega on the birth certificate. His fathers pissed, takes it out on his wife for her “failures” and his friend for lying. His friend offers to be Steve’s doctor and help him transition him before he hits puberty and his biology sets in.

At first Steve’s mother hates him, wants nothing to do with the failure of a baby that makes her husband hit her and demands another child. She's barely healed when they try again and again, but it seems the medication made her infertile, so she starts leaning into being a mother to her miracle baby that survived medications (that comes out to have failed it's trials for FDA causing miscarriages and infertility). So she tries to keep the two men away from her perfect baby, yet they still find a way to slip him medicines in his food or shots.

I like to think her family has the money so when she tells her father after she finds out, well lawyers get involved, medical license pulled, and the threat of jail if a divorce doesn't happen stat. So Steve grows up with his mom early in his life, taking his firsts at a slower pace than he should. But despite the heavy amount of medication he's been forced onto in his short life, he's a healthy young man that presents as an omega later in school than most people. The only noticeable things that lingered was a stutter that developed as a toddler.

So to other alphas he's damaged goods, and though his mom gives him the most love she can muster, it still hurts that people tease him for the stutter. Cue them moving to Hawkins when Steve’s grandpa health takes a turn for the worst. Cue Steve spending his junior and senior year at a new school, trying to fade into the background. Sure he gets made fun of for his stutter, but he also makes friends with a few people and the parents of the area love that he's always willing to babysit for free, even though they still slip him money that he gives to the kids to spend.

That's how he meets Eddie, highschool drop out Eddie who hosts DND nights at the local game store. He takes the kids to their weekly nights and then let's them shop around for things. And they both take a liking to one another and Eddie finds the stutter extremely adorable. They hang off each other, Steve spending any and all free time with Eddie at his shop (even helps him buy it when the original owner was going to close shop) life goes on, a few years down the road Steve’s at college during the day and spends the evening in the shop doing homework. Cue reappearance of his dad with a marriage opportunity that Steve doesn't want, Eddie being the best alpha as he could for both Harrington omegas.

(i actually have two different stuttering steve series! one is omegaverse, one isn’t)

poor stevie!!!🥺

[quinloki]

Birthday Request Event v2024

Gift Details ♥ Reader Style: cisfem Character: Trafalgar Law Vibe: NSFW Consensual AU: Government Mandated Marriage AU Prompt: Experienced w/virgin Gift Giver: @mfreedomstuff

Summary: It's your first night together after your wedding, and you're incapacitated in the bathroom with nerves.

Content Notes: Not actually really NSFW. Stops just before it gets to the good stuff. ^^; sorry, sorry, but it was just a perfect place to fade out (and it was getting long )

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

You made it.

You made it through the match process, through the weeks of living together before marriage, and through the actual wedding. It was more stress and anxiety than you had expected, but you made it.

Barely, admittedly.

Leaning against the bathroom wall you breathed in through your nose slowly, letting the breath out between your lips just as slow. Nerves and anxiety had turned your stomach into knots and now you were sitting on the floor of the bathroom in your honeymoon suite trying not to lose your dinner.

Law had been perfect in all this. Infinitely patient and understanding. He hadn’t pressured you to sleep together before the wedding, not even in the most platonic of ways. Even though he was going to be the sole bread winner he hadn’t dismissed your preferences and desires, working with you for all the myriad of things that needed to be decided on over the next few months.

Your parents had kept you sheltered to some degree. You had friends and hobbies and you hadn’t been treated like some princess in an ivory tower, but you hadn’t gone off to college, and there hadn’t been any part-time jobs or anything like that. Until your Matchbook had arrived, you’d lived at home.

Learning, if anything, how to be a homemaker.

Turns out enjoying comic books and video games in your spare time made you a good match for the soon to be doctor you’d just wed.

He’d seemed so cool and aloof at first, but the more you got to know him, the more you two shared of one another, the more you knew he was quiet and kind. Awkward, in cute ways. Easy to fluster and able to talk for hours on a subject that interested him.

Just as capable of listening to you ramble on as well, with nary an indication that he was bothered by it. He was just… really the best.

Despite not being big on dealing with people anymore than you were, Law had acted like a shield during the entire wedding. Him and his adoptive father had played the roles of guardian as both your and Law’s massive families had been in attendance.

Your family was large, normal otherwise, but your mother and father both were each one of eight children, that was fourteen aunts and uncles, all with several of their own children. You didn’t even know all the names and faces of your cousins, there were just too many.

Law’s family was, by count, smaller, but his adoptive father’s brother was… something else.

The man’s love of pink was a little jarring, but his presence and personality had been something else entirely. You had nightmares for a couple weeks after the first time you met him, waking up nearly screaming thinking he was going to kill you.

He had made the wedding itself a little rough, going on about family endlessly and loyalty and things that sounded vaguely illegal. But you’d made it through.

Your stomach settles enough that you manage to come out of the bathroom. Law has tea made and light snacks that he’d ordered in. He brushes your hair back from your face gently, and leans down enough to catch your gaze as you both sit at the small little dining table in the room. The suite is massive, and the table is effectively meant just for two, taking up almost no space comparatively.

“We don’t have to keep with tradition.” He assures you, picking a bite or two off the tray for himself. “It’s been a long day. Even without certain people there, it would’ve been pretty exhausting. It’s okay to just… er… rest, together.”

“No! I -.” You pause, feeling the heat rush to your face as you can see the flush of blood in his cheeks. Your gaze shifts to the snack tray and you grab something to eat to give yourself something to focus on. “I want to.”

“Then,” Law wipes his hands off and stands up, holding out a hand to you. You were both making use of the terry cloth robes included with the room. You had your lingerie set on under yours, but only because it had been too complex to bother peeling off when your stomach had started to do flips.

You put your hand in Law’s and he helps you stand, pulling you into an easy hug. He turns you both, a lazy little twirl that had become a common ritual between you before he leans down and kisses you. He told you that as beautiful as you were, it was a nice treat to see you smiling when he was coming in for a kiss. The silly little semi-dance always brought a smile to your face and hence the ritual was born.

When he breaks the kiss he doesn’t move away, eyes finding yours. His gaze was soft, heated, and searching. He would make sure you were okay with everything, one way or another. Another soft kiss, warm and tender, again, softly, slowly, moving past your lips and up to your cheek.

His soft and slow kisses trailed over to your ear as his hands pressed lightly against your shoulders. He shifts the robe down, pulling the cloth belt free. The lights were already low, and it was easy to let your eyes close and trust him.

He moves you easily, laying you down on the bed after he lets the robe fall away. He loved being able to take care of you this way, of getting to be the one you could lean on. You’d been too sheltered to have any relationships before being matched, but Law had a few. Nothing serious, in this world with it’s Match Program, very people risked dating beyond the most casual of settings.

He didn’t realize how much his, admittedly meager, experience would become such a boon. How sweet it had been to cradle your face in his hands and be the first romantic kiss against your lips. How much it made him ache for more when he was the first to see you in all those ways.

But even more than that, he wanted to help you bloom into someone who could give as well as they got.

So long as he got to pamper you now and again.

He lays you back onto the bed, hands deep into the mattress as he’s caged over you. Your heart’s pounding in your chest and you can feel heat and anticipation racing through your body. The quiet smile that pulls his lips into a lop-sided expression is full of love, and mischief.

“Don’t hold back,” he murmurs, leaning down and pressing soft kisses into your shoulder. “There’s no sound you can make that I don’t want to hear.” He promises you, shifting his weight onto one arm and pulling slowly, oh so slowly, on the lace bow that held the front of your lingerie closed.

[annievrse]

boyfriend!eren headcanons pt. 5 .*･｡ﾟ

—ᡣ𐭩 headcanons a/n: u guys love him, so i will provide more...... c/w: zeke is a father (his kid is named oliver), use of y/n once part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

children LOVE bf!eren and he treats them like they're his friends instead of actual kids

bf!eren 'hangs out' with his nephew instead of babysitting him. he talks to oliver about the basketball game on tv like he's his best mate..... asking for his opinion, if he wants a beer, about his doctor's visit yesterday, 'hey y/n, can i give him some pizza?'..... when ollie is literally 4 months old

bf!eren wears nba jerseys or oversized graphic tees with sweat shorts...... that's just his style. i really can't see him in anything other than sweatpants, a hoodie, and his bigass dunks when he goes out.... sorry to all the fashion girlies 😔

BUT, if it's somewhere important (team dinner, awards night, a wedding, a ball perhaps etc), then he does wear a suit & dress shoes (all black). he's not THAT laidback ok

bf!eren surprises you with your favourite dessert every friday night (not really a surprise atp, but it's the thought that counts <333)

wherever you sit, bf!eren has his arm over the back of the chair/couch you're on

bf!eren LOVES sci-fi movies from the 70s & 80s, hence the back to the future DVDs (part 4), the star wars funko pops (leia, darth vader, chewie, luke) he has around his room, and the framed dune poster in his living room

bf!eren listens to rap music, mostly kendrick, travis, eminem, baby keem, chief keef, yeat... i could go on forever. BUT he also loves 80s rock (eg his bon jovi vinyl (part 4), inxs CDs, and many more), and 90s & 00s club music

you keep extra snacks in your backpack for bf!eren because he gets hungry in class AFKJSAFJ

bf!eren flirts with you 24/7, and pretends to flirt with you as a stranger in public sometimes because he is SILLY

you both have an obsession with taking photos of each other (but find it annoying when the other does it) (e.g. on a picnic, you've got your phone out, ready to take a picture of bf!eren absolutely destroy his sandwich, but when he sees you, he tilts his head and sighs, covering his face with one hand and his other holds the sandwich to his mouth) (e.g. 2. you're reading on the couch, bf!eren is sat across from you, your legs on top of his. and because eren never turns his phone ringer off, you hear him take a photo of you. you groan instantly and cover your face with the book, whining his name. he just giggles and adds it to his folder of photos of you)

bf!eren throws grapes at you when you ignore him (lovingly)

bf!eren buys your favourite album on vinyl so he can keep it at his house

bf!eren likes being the little spoon but will be the big spoon if you don't want to <3

bf!eren plays with your fingers when watching tv/movies because he can't sit still to save his life

bf!eren is a golden retriever boyfriend, but he can be such an asshole!!

in part 2 i mentioned he can be so condescending and petty in an argument, and that's because he doesn't know how to express his emotions in a healthy way (but he's working on it with you!!)

in basketball games against certain colleges, bf!eren gets so fired up and aggressive and lippy. he talks so much shit on the court (he's known for it), and isn't afraid to take shit either (which pisses off the other team, and the whole cycle starts again)

but, it's a bonus for you when he gets off the court because he's looking extra hot..... and he knows it...... asshole

bf!eren is such a gossip too, like he hears ONE thing from jean in passing, and suddenly everyone in the group has heard about it... but everybody already knows not to tell bf!eren anything they don't want anyone else to know (the group still makes jokes about how poor jean got scammed by a fake protein powder website (he lost $200 HA.... sorry))

lmao bf!eren's such a little shit <3

[shhh-secret-time]

Stan Marsh

26 y.o (He/Him)

Soul Synergy: Anything you write on your skin will appear on your soulmate.

Headcanons:

◇ Worked on his father's farm for years, while he didn't want to he stayed for his mom

◇ Shelly moved out and left South Park for a different college. The two aren't close, but they're better than when he was a kid.

◇ He works part-time at the university radio station with Jimmy.

》 Jimmy does most of the commentary, Stan will pitch it sometimes, but he leaves most of the talking to him. Stan is in charge of the music

◇ He has snuck some of Crimson Dawn on air and did the same for Timmy's band. Jimmy doesn't care, but he gives Stan a hard time about it.

◇ Going to college on a sports scholarship, to no one's surprise

》 The surprise came when he almost lost it all.

◇ He struggled heavily with alcoholism when he first moved out of his parents house

◇ Used to go out night after night, being invited to parties and hang out events

◇ It didn't seem like a problem until he woke up with vomit in his hair and had no memory of the last three days.

》 His hair used to be longer but he decided to cut it after that.

◇ It takes the other three to help snap him out of it, not just Kyle.

◇ After that he went and got help, of course the other three had his back. Kyle helped him find the support groups needed around campus. Kenny spread the word of keeping alcohol away from Stan, and Cartman enforced it.

◇ They have a system when they go to parties or out to eat with him. Kenny will give everyone the warning, do not offer him alcohol. Not as a joke, it's not funny. Wanna flirt with him, buy him something else. If you invite him to a party, have some fucking sodas or juice.

◇ Cartman is the next step if for some reason you don't decide to listen. Absolutely embarrasses the person, socially tears them apart. We all know he's very good at turning a crowd on people.

◇ Kyle is the big guns, he lives with Stan. He's his best friend. His super best friend, and he'll be damned if he lets anything happen to him. Kyle's not afraid to let the person know just how small they are and will throw hands if need be.

》 Luckily, it hasn't gotten that far. Most people stop at Cartman.

◇ Stan has worked very hard since then to keep himself clean. He's cut alcohol out completely because he knows how easy it is to slip back into it.

◇ When he feels himself slipping again or tempted, he goes to the gym. He writes a song, goes for a jog, bugs someone with board games, does literally anything to keep his mind off it.

》 His last resort is smoking a cigarette, Kyle doesn't like it, but it's better than the alternative

◇ Stan was able to keep his scholarship but it took a lot of work, and a lot of dedication.

◇ The necklace was a gift from the three boys after Stan's second year clean. They all wrote something up on each line and had Kenny carve it in.

》 Kyle: I'm proud of you man. Keep it up, or I'll kick your ass. -SB

》 Kenny: I am always a call away. I've got you Stan, I love you handsome.

》 Cartman: Don't be fucking stupid. I'm the only one who gets to ruin your life.

(Cartman took up some of Kyle's line. It makes Stan smile everytime he sees it)

◇ It's incredibly corny and off brand for him but he never takes it off, that necklace means everything to him.

◇ He's still the quarterback on the team, and the pressure sometimes gets to him.

◇ He plays basketball with Kyle sometimes, but he's not a fan of getting his ankles rolled all the time so he only does it when he needs to get Kyle to relax

◇ His depression is still there, it never really goes away, but he's got a better understanding of it

◇ Goes to a proper doctor and gets the help he needs. After a few therapist visits, he gets a prescription for it and now here he is.

◇ Since Kenny and Karen live so close Karen helps remind him to take his meds. She leaves him little snacks with every pills.

》 Skittles one day, M&Ms another, Cashews, and then a Reese's cup at the end of the week (I just like the idea of the group adopting Karen, but she adopts them back ya know?)

◇ No one else knows about this, Stan's a bit embarrassed by it but he finds it adorable that she's trying

◇ It makes him want to be better. So he works hard to keep a routine and a method.

◇ When he feels like he hates himself, he showers

◇ When he feels like he hates other people, he needs to eat

◇ When he feels withdrawal or if he's tired, he needs water.

◇ Has a special water bottle that Gary got him.

◇ Begs Kyle to go to the gym with him, he can't go alone he needs his buddy!

》 They end up making it a game. Who can push the other one to giving up.

》 Kyle does a certain number in a set, well Stan does one more. Stan runs for a certain amount of time on the treadmill, well Kyle runs faster and longer.

》 They pay for it in the morning but it's worth it

◇ Was the forever DM in his board game nights. He has all the D&D books, most of them are those special covered ones

◇ The local comic book store knows him well, and they save a book for him when they come out

◇ He still paints minis, for Christmas one year he got everyone's characters! Hand painted them and gave them out

》 He was so proud. And then Kenny lost his character the next session

》 Kenny's character is on the shelf near his books. Forever immortalized next to the players guide

◇ On days where everyone can't make it they play test a different system

◇ Wild Talents -> Superheros

◇ Deadlands -> Cowboys

◇ Traveler -> Sci-fi

◇ Red Market -> Zombie Apocalypse

◇ When Stan finally finishes his campaign and Kyle takes over, it takes him a minute to shift back into being a player! (I'm projecting)

◇ He has Wendy and Nichole over, of course! They can't make it all the time (Nichole has her own campaign that Stan's a part of and Wendy is a busy little lady), so they guest star!

◇ Gets together with Nichole and they plot ways to bully their players. (Rip Kenneth)

》 If people don't feel like playing TTRPGS he's got plenty of board games! (Honestly dude I can go on forever about this. I'm big time projecting, so I'm gonna end it here.)

◇ Stan loves his messenger bag, its got more patches in it then just the deftones on the side

◇ Collects band patches like a punk does for their jackets

◇ Anytime he goes to a local band gig he buys a patch (support local artists)

◇ Of course he has his guitar. Even if I didn't draw it!

◇ Cherry red guitar that he babies, he loves his guitar more then anything else he owns.

◇ Kyle got it for him when they both graduated high-school, it means the world to him

◇ His case for it has seen better days, most of the scratches are covered in stickers people have slapped on it.

◇ Honestly, he's got like one or two that he put on

◇ It's a game around the university: Get a Sticker on Marsh's Case

》 Craig's in the lead.

◇ Like Kyle does with Stan's inhaler. Stan carries insulin in his messenger bag for Kyle.

》 He knows Kyle doesn't pay attention to himself and lets his blood sugar drop so he also carries snacks

◇ The bright pink lighter and the lighter case was given to him by the guys, because that dummy always loses his lighter.

》 Every other day he's asking to borrow a lighter because he lost his

◇ Yet he knows where everyone of his guitar picks are, which is ridiculous

◇ Has a shit ton of them too, carries them in a little case!

◇ Stan will fist fight anyone who touches that brown journal, there's so much in there. (You know that feeling you get when someone asks to see your sketchbook? Yeah.)

◇ Lyrics for Crimson Dawn, poems that will never see the light of day, magic cards he uses as bookmarks,and campaign ideas

》 A few pages that have been ripped out and or burned out. Usually means he's had a bad day and needed to get it out

◇ The other thing he's protective of is his headphones, he's not sure why. There's nothing special about those white headphones. But they're his, and they got him through high-school.

◇ He was actually super happy about his Soul Synergy

◇ He already had a habit of doodling on his skin, so it was a surprise it manifested like this

◇ Kyle does get onto him about how often he marks on his skin. He orders Stan those Body Mark markers.

◇ When pictures or words show up on his skin it tickles, it's like he can feel the marker or pen

◇ That's the only part he hates, it tickles him and he's extremely ticklish (perish.)

◇ Doodles, lists, lyrics, and notes on things to do later. For some reason he's protective over all of them, and it makes him slightly sad when they go away.

It a few hours of sitting still, but it's finally done. Red takes a wipe and swipes it across his forearm, the moist wipe feels good against his skin. It's irritated from being poked over and over again, he can still feel the buzz of the needle.

The wipe reveals the jagged Soundwave tattoo stretching down his forearm. He smiles at it and almost goes to touch it, but stops himself. From the way his tattoo artist glares at him, he knows better.

He tries, he really does, to listen to Red as she goes through the steps on how to take care of it. But it's hard when he keeps staring at it, wondering if his little plan worked.

On the outside, it certainly seems narcissistic to get one's voice tattooed on one's self. But Stan could live with the whispers or the questions if it meant it was on the skin of his soulmate too. It wasn't anyone else's business what it was, that was between him and them.

After all Stan worked very hard to get that recording of him singing, You are my Sunshine, just right.

(Here's the blank if you want it ♡)

[incorrect-jojolands-quotes]

Prior to Usagi's backstory where he mentioned his father's death and his mother and him living on the life insurance payout, I had a different headcanon for his backstory that explained why Meryl Mei insists he's a good kid despite constantly buying drugs from the gang and being an oddball.

Usagi is the oldest of many siblings ranging from those just a few years younger than him to toddlers. The Alohaoes have lived below the poverty line for generations and the family were no strangers to losing their members to gang life, drug addiction, crippling debt, or a combination of the three. Some of those members, like Usagi's parents, try to make an honest living as working class folks, but both end up working long hours to barely get by and government assistance can only go so far.

As the oldest sibling, Usagi ended up being de-facto man of the house, making sure his siblings get to school on time, attend their games and doctor's appointments, tucking them in at the end of the day, staying up when one or five get sick. Usagi's parents do love him, but there's that underlying obligation and guilt Usagi feels if he doesn't step up to help the family in any way, and his parents can only do so much after being out of the house for so long and splitting time between their kids for quality time.

Usagi knows his parents are working multiple dead-end jobs, unable to be promoted or change to better careers due to lack of education and opportunities, and they end up coming home late at night to be taken care of by him before doing it all over again the next day. While balancing his own studies and trying to go through the day of caring for his family and house, Usagi ends up being addicted to hard drugs out of necessity rather than pleasure. Coffee and nicotine patches can only keep you up and alert for so long, and sometimes there are days where sleep is not an option; the longest he's stayed up is 31.5 hours straight followed by crashing for 5 hours and waking up to resume his schedule as if nothing happened. Sometimes, the drugs suppress his appetite, which allows him to go long without eating in case he doesn't get a chance to sit down.

The worst part and another reason for him being addicted to drugs is the fact that he's a natural genius.

Upon realizing how intelligent and inquisitive their son is, his parents are also banking on him to be the first of the Alohaoes to graduate high school and go to college without a criminal record or other issues. If Usagi gets a well-paying degree and job, the Alohaoes can breathe easier in terms of finance and Usagi can become an example for future generations to eventually get the Alohaoes out of the poverty cycle. So, not only is Usagi taking care of his siblings but he ends up overseeing the household such as taxes and bills, talking to authorities to prevent them from escalating situations near his home, filling out forms for welfare and arguing with health insurance companies at a very young age. His family unconciously expect him to be able to do anything because of his intelligence and they're hoping his grades would allow him to receive free scholarships among other things.

Like many who experienced living below the poverty line, the idea of mental health and attempts to ease this load while the system is intentionally working against you is met with "just deal with it" instead. Finding someone to vent to or provide help is difficult and could cause more harm than good if someome takes things out of context. Someone called CPS on them once because Usagi made an offhand remark on how tired he was; Usagi had to stop the case from escalating in fear that his siblings would be separated "because he made a stupid mistake" and feels guilty for what he did despite being honest at the time.

The drugs Usagi takes doesn't only keep him up but also hide who he really is. While he appears jovial, irresponsible, and amicable on drugs, he's the complete opposite when sober. I imagine him to be like Fugo: cynical, bitter, easy to anger but unable to express it. The bodysuit he wears is intentionally fitted not only to minimize issues caused by skin irritation and bug bites (seeing how he has that in his backpack) but it also doubles as a calming compression suit to ease his bottled emotions. It could be hiding other things but who knows. He's good at hiding things... too good.

Usagi doesn't want to lash out on his loved ones nor show what he's going through. He keeps himself high to maintain his fake persona and remain likeable, but it would only be so long before he breaks and shows who he really is.

Anyways, what do y'all think?

[apprenticestanheight]

Hopelessly- chainshipping

all right!! This is part one of I don't know how many--the fic that this chapter is apart of has been prewritten and I'm aiming for like, 2-3k words per chapter so around ten chapters maybe?? I'm getting this ready to be queued with 21 minutes until two in the morning so it's not unreasonable to expect my math to be off

requests are underway!! yay!! I wrote one yesterday and at least two more will hopefully come out before the end of the week (most of, if not all, will be done around the 21st because I have a super epic queue planned in the lead up to christmas)

Fic type- this first bit is generally angst and hurt/comfort

Warnings- referenced homophobia on the part of Adams parents, discussion of saw-canonical events (lawrence sawing off his foot) and related (adam has pain in his shoulder bc he was shot there), implied/referenced crappy parenting (adams parents get into arguments so loud that he recalls the walls shaking)

The first days after Lawrence had left were terrifying. They were spent in the dark, drifting in and out of consciousness, trying to stay awake in moments where he was awake but never really managing to do so.

In moments where Adam was awake, he was thinking of Lawrence. Wondering if the doctor had meant what he had said. Had meant it when he said he’d get help and make sure Adam made it out alive. He wondered if the doctor was thinking of him in turn, doubted he was.

When Adam was awake, Lawrence persisted in his mind. When he was awake, Adam was remembering Lawrences voice, trying desperately to keep it in his mind and not forget it. He was yearning for Lawrences presence, for his nonchalance and the blond of his hair.

When he was asleep, where there were not nightmares there were memories.

Laughing with his older sister as the two ate at a discount burger joint with a neon sign. Stealing cigarettes from his dad, scolding his younger brother for stealing the stolen cigarettes. There were memories of his sister reading on a beach towel while his brother splashed about in the open sea, where Adams choice had been to pull a pair of sunglasses over his eyes and watch the skyline.

There were memories of his dad being sweet to his mother from when he was a kid, memories of his father going off on tirades about college while his older sister sat, glaring defiantly at their father as he paced and gesticulated with his hands to accentuate a point that his older sister would choose to misunderstand on purpose and out of spite.

There was the memory of his older sister “running away”—or in other words, being kicked out by their Dad—when he was fifteen and she was eighteen. The memory of being kicked out himself when he was just four days away from his eighteenth birthday and leaving his brother behind in a choice that was made for him.

There was the memory of Lawrence, too—his hands slick with Lawrences blood and his own, begging and pleading to be set free, begging for Lawrence not to leave him. There was the memory of John Kramers voice saying “game over” and the horrifying sound of the door sliding shut.

And then, when it feels like it’s been a week but has probably been closer to a month, Adam is jolted awake by hands against his shoulders.

“Adam?” Comes a feminine voice. “Adam. Are you awake? Are you alive?”

Adams lips go to form a response, but his mouth is dry and all he can do is hum out confirmation, a whispered “what? What’s happening?” befalling his lips as he feels the hands on his shoulders attempt to move him to the right.

And then the feminine voice is sighing in relief. “Okay,” she says. “I can help you, Adam.”  

And then Adam is dimly registering the feeling of the cuff on his foot being loosened. And he’s feeling himself get dragged down a series of corridors, and then light is blinding and it’s in his eyes again as he’s dropped onto the concrete without care, though not without thought.

He feels a hand on his chest. A woman says “I’m going to call 911 for you, sir. Are you feeling okay?”

And the pain in Adams shoulder renews, and he groans because it hurts.

“No,” he fumbles with the word. “Sore. Everywhere.”

And then Adam is falling asleep again, dimly wondering if he should bother doing as he’d meant to in the time spent in the bathroom, the thing he’d debated doing if he’d escaped.

For the first time in eight years, half asleep on the concrete with a woman pressing a hand supportively against his chest as she talks to the 911 dispatch, Adam Faulkner-Stanheight is absentmindedly wondering if he should call his parents.

-

Adam wakes in a hospital, finding that every bone in his body feels heavy. Even his eyelids feel heavy, and he’s startled to realize that he's almost not sure where he is at first.

He clues into it the very second he registers a foggy feeling in his mind. That kind of fogginess can only come from painkillers being given to him through an IV, and then he hears the sound of his heartbeat as it thrums in a steady rhythm from the heart monitor on his right side. His IVs, he knows, are probably next to or near it.

A nurse comes in as he opens his eyes, fighting the heaviness away with a surprising amount of willpower. She laughs when she sees he’s awake, a smile spreading across red painted lips.

“Glad to see you awake, Mr. Stanheight,” she says, pulling a strand of red hair behind her ear. “You’ve caused quite a stir for a group of people. One of them is this hospitals very own, Dr. Lawrence Gordon.”

When Adam hears Lawrences name, his heart nearly catapults out of his chest.

“Who—who are the others?” He asks despite wanting desperately to know more about how Lawrence is doing. The nurses words outside of Lawrence have piqued his curiosity, too—Adam Faulkner-Stanheight has not had people caring about him, let alone enough to have those people referred to as a group, since he was still in high school, even if he was failing miserably at that point in his life.

“One was a girl of about thirty, I believe,” the nurse says. “The other a boy not much older than twenty two or twenty three. The girl said her name was Alex, and the boys name was Thomas. Said they’d heard about you on the news, they’d be around to visit before the end of the night. Girl also said she was called—she's your emergency contact, apparently."

He breathes a sigh of relief. A supermassive weight has been lifted off his shoulders and his chest, and it’s almost like he can breathe again.

“And Lawrence—how’s Lawrence?”

The nurse smiles apologetically at him as she checks his IVs and looks at his chart. “He’s in a different recovery unit, but he’s recovering. Once his ex wife brings a cane down for him to use, we’ll let him walk to your room for a visit. How are you feeling, Mr. Stanheight? I think hearing of your current state will certainly brighten Lawrences day.”

Adam spends a long few seconds thinking on it—he feels tired, confused, grateful, hungry, thirsty, discontent with the fact that he has yet to see Lawerence, scared. There is an entire scope of emotions within arms reach, and though he kind of hates it, Adam is feeling every last one of them all at once.

Scared, angry, confused, grateful, tired, exhausted. Wide awake, happy, relieved, almost overjoyed to find he’s awake and in a white hospital room with plenty of light over a dark bathroom that he was, at one point, convinced he was going to die in.

“I’m okay,” Adam says. “My shoulder is sore and I could definitely use a bite to eat, but other than that, I am peachy keen.”

The nurse laughs. “I’ll report that to Dr. Gordon, and he’ll be here to see you whenever his ex wife brings a cane by. Are you aware of how long you were held captive before you were let go?”

“I assumed it was a week, week and a half?”

“Nearly two according to the day that Lawrence escaped,” says the nurse. “Surprised you survived that, Mr. Stanheight.”

Adam sighs. “So am I,” he says. “I thought I was going to die there.”

“Well, you didn’t.” says the nurse. “Despite the insistence of the woman who came here searching for you and the boy at her side, I ought to think Lawerence will be the most excited to hear of your condition. You have a good rest of your morning, Mr. Stanheight.”

Then she’s gone and Adam is alone. He hates it the second it starts—part of him never wants to be alone ever again.

-

Adam drifts off, but when he next wakes it’s because of the smell of food from Alejandros Discount Burger Joint. It’s a place his sister had taken him to a lot when they were teens, Adam fourteen and Alex seventeen with a license that no longer required a licensed adult present in the vehicle. They stopped going when Alex was kicked out of the house, but Adam just got his license and kicked the tradition off with his brother before he dropped out of school and was kicked out in the same year.

“Hey,” Alexs voice is different from how Adam remembers hearing it last. “Heard you survived a Jigsaw trap, Adam. How’d you manage that?”

“Food,” is the first word out of Adams mouth, a word he says before he can stop himself, and he watches with a slight smile as Tom elbows their older sister. She gets it for him and Adam can’t help but devour the stuff—he’s been getting his nutrients from IVs but they’d taken him off them while he was sleeping, from the looks of it. All he’s got in terms of IVs now is an IV to hydrate him and one for painkillers.

Alex—full name Alexandra—is three years older than he is, which puts her at twenty nine, and that means it’s been nine years since they last talked. She looks like their mom, with the same brown hair he and Tom both inherited, brown eyes to match hers over the green that he and Tom inherited from their father. Her skin is pale, her jaw sharp and her smile a mirror image of Adams own.

Adam and Tom look like an amalgamation of their parents—brown hair from Mom, green eyes from Dad, pale skin from both of ‘em. Tom wears glasses and has hair that he's grown to his shoulders and put into a low bun, where Adam hasn’t really ever let his hair get past his forehead because the thought of briefly having an 80s style mullet feels too embarrassing, even if the long hair would look decent.

Adam finishes eating in a matter of minutes. He thanks Alex for the food, who tells him it wasn’t that big of a deal as Tom throws his garbage away.

There’s a pause in the air. The tension in it grows thick, and Alex manages to break it in two by grabbing Adams hand and giving it a squeeze.

“When the doctors called, I was amazed to find out I’m still listed as the first person on your emergency contact list,” Alex says. “They said they didn’t know if you’d survive because of your shoulder, but holy hell am I glad you did. Don’t really the idea of burying my baby brother, y’know? You’re younger than me, so I’m supposed to die first.”

Adam laughs a bit. “Oh, sure,” he says. “You die first, Tom and I bury you, then I die and Toms gotta bury me, but who buries Tom?”

“Our parents, if they’d ever come the fuck around,” Tom says. Adam shakes his head because he knows they won’t. They didn’t like that Alex wanted to take a year off once she graduated high school, berated Adam over his grades to a point where he just…dropped the fuck out before he could graduate, and from the last conversation he’d had with his brother, they’d kicked him out on his eighteenth birthday, three months before he was due to start living on his college campus because of the fact that he’d been caught sleeping with a classmate who happened to be a guy.

“In your dreams, brother,” Alex says. Adam squeezes her hand and closes his eyes. It’s the afternoon, but he’s tired still. He doesn’t aim to sleep, just to rest his eyes for a few minutes.

“How’d you escape?” Tom asks. “If you remember, anyway.”

“Some girl came and got me out,” Adam says, opening his eyes and deciding he’ll commit and take a nap later. “I can’t remember much—she said that she could help me, unlocked my foot, dragged me through a couple of hallways and then I was outside. Another lady called 911 for me and here I am.”

“Glad you didn’t die, brother,” Alex says. “Seriously. Thank you for not dying on the behalf of everyone who would’ve been left to grieve you.”

Adams brow furrows as he looks at his sister. “You’re—you—you’re welcome?”

Tom laughs, and that breaks the tension in the room. Adam laughs a bit, too, and so does Alex.

“Been hearing a lot about this Lawrence guy from the nurses,” Tom says. “You know him?”

“Lawrence is among the only reasons I hoped I’d escape,” Adam admits, swallowing a yawn as it comes up. “At first, anyway. Then I stopped hoping, but now we’re here so maybe hoping was a good thing.”

“Was he in the trap with you?” Alex asks.

“Yeah,” Adam nods. “Then his family was threatened, and he was basically running on adrenaline when he cut his own foot off. Promised to send help, told me he wouldn’t lie, and all of that stuff. I probably should be telling the police this stuff instead of you guys.”

Alex laughs. “I’ll drive you to the station once you’re given the clear to go,” she says. “For now, though—you should be resting. Tommy and I’ll be back tomorrow morning, okay? I’ll make sure you’re on a healthy diet of hospital cafeteria food by tonight, and I’ll bring breakfast by first thing tomorrow, brother.”

Adam sighs, nodding. “These painkillers are wicked,” he laughs again. “Morphine, I think? Maybe Benadryl, but either way it’s good.”

Alex laughs, and for the first time since they were kids, leans down and presses a sisterly kiss against Adams forehead.

It used to serve as a gesture of comfort, really. It was something she would do before hugging Adam tightly upon getting home and discovering their parents were screaming at each other in another of their arguments. It used to mean “everything is fine, the screaming will be done once their voices start going hoarse, and I’ve got you, and you’re not alone in this.”

Now, it kind of feels like a genuine “thank you for not dying on us,” said without the words. It feels like Alex is saying that she's glad he escaped the trap, that he was rescued.

It feels like she's saying "you were put into a Jigsaw trap, but you're okay now. You're all right, Adam. I've got you, and Tommys here too, so he's got you, and neither of us are going anywhere." It feels like something that should be celebrated with an entire elaborate party and a gut punch all at once, and Adam swallows thickly, squeezes Alexs hand. He doesn't say anything because he doesn't know what to say to her, doesn't know what to say to his brother.

Adam knows that he and his siblings all love to cope with humor and the nature of their occasional jokes is not at all surprising given the circumstance. Still, though, when Alex presses a kiss to his forehead, Adam feels like he’s nine years old again, watching his parents marriage fall apart because they don’t care to hide it like they did when he and Alex were in elementary school and Tom was still in daycare.

He feels like he’s pulling a pair of corded headphones over his brothers ears, like he’s trying to make sure Tom doesn’t notice the vibrations of their parents yelling through the walls while he panickedly grabs a cassette from Alexs collection and pops it into his Walkman. He feels like he’s the kid who protected his brother while Alex was with her friends at a sleepover and had yet to come home.

As Alex gives his hand a squeeze, meaningfully holds his gaze, Adam wants to cry.

“See you tomorrow, brother,” Alex says.

Because he’s not sure if he’ll be able to speak without choking up, Adam nods. He watches Alex and Tom go, presses the back of his head against the pillow, and lets it all out.

For the first time since before Lawrence left him in that bathroom, Adam Faulkner-Stanheight starts quietly sobbing.

[luckylewis]

Full Name: Lucky Lewis.

Nicknames: Lucky Luciano.

Pronouns and Gender: He/Him, Cis Male.

Birthday: November 3rd, 2000.

Birth place: Aurora Bay.

How long have they been in town?: His whole life / Left for 4 years for uni / has been back a week (as of February 2023).

Sexuality: Bisexual.

Housing: Ocean Crest Apartments.

Occupation:  Front Desk @ Aurora Bay Veterinary Clinic / Freelance Software Developer.

Family: Leroy Lewis (older brother), Clementine Lewis (older sister), Lorelai Lewis (younger sister) and 1 daughter (Theodora 'Theo' King).

tw teen pregnancy, cheating, divorce, drugs, alcohol // @aurorabayaesthetic

BIO:

The first big scare Lucky Lewis had given his parents was silence in the seconds that followed his birth. It wasn’t just them who felt the terror of it, the doctor who had delivered him and the nurse present too also felt it – until eventually a cry left his little body. It was then that he was jokingly nicknamed the quiet one in contrast to his older brothers, which he seemed to embody tenfold as he grew up. With both little interest and little skill in most sports, he only ever found himself partaking in them because his brothers or his friends were. He could kick a football, catch a basketball and swing for a baseball, but there was never a guarantee that it would advance his teammates in any of the games he was playing, which was why he never found himself playing for any sort of team. His mind had always been the muscle he liked to work the most, and he was drawn to anything with a screen from as early as he was allowed access one.

It had been Lucky that had inadvertently become live in tech support for his family, always eager and willing to take whatever device was malfunctioning and see if he could teach himself how to fix it. It was a skill that only flourished more in his teen years, and seemed to work in tandem with the subjects he excelled at it in school – namely math and sciences.

It was clear to everyone around him that it was a thread he would follow into a career, which was how he found himself with a litany of offers from universities when the time came. It had always been his intention to go somewhere close to home, solely because he didn't want to leave the network of people he had around him. When he was accepted into a university in London after applying without ever thinking entry was a possibility that threw a spanner in those plans.

It was the combination of this news and his father confirming that after months of fights and hostility in the household, he would be divorcing Lucky's mother after finding out confirmation of her having an affair that Lucky found himself at a crossroads. Stay and try fix the ever deepening fracture in his family, or go and try to make something of his life without being weighed down by everyone around him.

Selfishly, he chose the latter.

The move to London was a difficult but necessary one for him so he told himself, and despite it all being his choice he missed his family dearly – or at least he missed the idea of his family, the one that existed before a bitter divorce had changed the landscape of it. No matter how long he stayed gone, the guilt of not being a part of his daughter's life ate him alive and only increased with time. Partying in college soon became a need rather than a way to let off steam, with both his drinking and his recreational drug use spiraling out of control until he almost flunked out in his third year. Gradually, he got himself back on the rails, but he still has to think about it before he takes a drink or accepts a line at a club.

During holidays and summer breaks, he chose to travel around Europe than to ever come home. There were too many ghosts there and too much he wasn't ready for. However, after having graduated and finally decided that England wasn't where he was going to start the next stage of his life, his decision on where he was meant to be and what he was supposed to do was made easy for him after a revelation from his best friend back home. The then four year old child that she had had after a one night stand between the pair was his, despite previous denials. The news was earth-shattering in its own way and it lead him straight back to the town that had raised him so he could help raise his daughter.

He may have flown the nest successfully, but there was some part of him that was still a home bird.

PERSONALITY.

+ self-sufficient, intelligent, thoughtful.

- introverted, melancholic, selfish.

FUN ADJACENT FACTS.

lucky by britney spears is his go to karaoke jam.

he brings home a goofy or tacky trinket from every place he’s ever travelled to. he has a whole collection of location specific ugly key rings that are his pride and joy.

is learning High Valyrian on Duolingo.

huge lara croft/tomb raider fan. is usually fighting in subreddits about it.

is currently learning ASL after accidentally learning BSL in london and not realising they're two different languages.

has a tattoo on his forearm of the name 'theo' in his daughter's handwriting.

CURRENT CONNECTIONS.

childhood best friend of / shares a child with tabitha king

father of theo king (npc, 5 years old)

best friend/roomate of @helenasoarcs

younger brother of @lemielewis

twin brother of @lorelailewis

older sister's bf / pseudo big brother / looks up to @willxmeyers

new friend of @finnbrooks

former brother-in-law of @vanessagable

depressties with @aylinxc-s

parent / existential crisis friend of @christinaxwagner

dad friends with @kaede-yamada

jackson ellis apologist to @jacksonxellis (not in game but still canon)

childhood friend/former neighbor/london situationship boyfriend of @macaulaymontgomery

online nemesis of @fionaosmvn (not in game but still canon)

friends from london of @cricketcampbell

godparent of his daughter / homies with a shared haunting sadness of @cassidyxcooke (no longer in game but still canon)

tattoo client of @aeris-flores and @mackmontgomery

friend and frequent apologist of @jaredx

attended hs at same time as / friend of @katexharmon

long-time friend of @thelizaxlevin

bully (victim SHGSHJ) to buddy pipeline of @noralevin

was phone-jacked / sometimes nemesis of @madiiscn

friend of @leomlarson

online friend to real life friend of @naoisehenry

SPECIFIC WANTED CONNECTIONS.

anyone from his london era! he went to uni there for 4 years (18-22). open to any sort of connect: friendly, past romantic, antagonistic. hmu!

GENERIC WANTED CONNECTIONS.

connections wise he’s pretty much an open book right now, but some baseline ideas that can be springboarded off are:

friendly.

a best friend / ride or dies / close friends / childhood friends / pseudo-siblings / friends / drunk friends / new friends / former roommate / people he knew from london / people he met on his travels / people from cali he was close to.

romantic

flirtationship / friends with benefits / one time hook ups / tinder matches / unrequited crush (can be either way) / exes from high school / exes on good terms.

antagonistic.

enemies / former (best) friends / exes on bad terms / frenemies / rivals / negative influence / people who don't fuck with him for leaving how he did.

[frankcarlisle]

“am I a prisoner to instincts or do my thoughts just live as free and detached as boats to the dock?”

FULL NAME: Franklin Carlisle II NICKNAME(S): Frankie, Frank, Junior PREFERRED NAME(S): Goes by 'Frankie' most often, doesn't mind alternatives BIRTHDATE: December 8th, 1983 AGE: 39 OCCUPATION: Bench Coach for the Philadelphia Phillies NEIGHBORHOOD: Rittenhouse Square BIOGRAPHY: (tw: infidelity)

Being born into Carlisle Dynasty meant that you were destined for greatness, and no one was more acutely aware of that than Frankie Carlisle. As the eldest of Franklin Carlisle, the head football coach over at Villanova, and Beverly Carlisle, CEO of one of the most prolific art museums in the city, the young boy knew from a young age that he had big shoes to fill.

Getting into sports was a no brainer for Frankie given his father’s career, but the question on everyone’s mind was which one he’d excel at the most. As a student at Oak Brooke Private school, he had the pick of the litter so to speak, and once he got his hands around a baseball bat that question was answered. His name got his foot in the door, but his skills on the field let him stay there. As a freshman in high school, Frankie was making varsity and winning MVP awards left and right, receiving sports scholarships and essentially able to go anywhere he wanted to for college. Enrolling in Villanova was a no-brainer, staying close to home and on the same campus as his father. 

The year after graduation was a big one for Frankie; getting married to his college sweetheart, Anabel, and getting drafted to the Philadelphia Phillies. It was like the young man was on cloud nine, the world opening up for him in ways he never could have dreamed. Soon he was traveling the country, playing a game he loved as his job, making his own income, and married to the love of his life. But the honeymoon phase can’t last forever, and after picking his career over his wife over and over again, Anabel asked for a divorce. It was amicable for the most part, and though devastated Frankie understood that the way he wanted to live his life was incompatible with hers, and so Frankie was single and living on his own once more at 25. 

Single life wasn’t actually so bad once he got over the initial heartbreak. Now the male could stay out late, not worry about keeping anyone waiting, not ask for anyone’s permission – with the glamorous lifestyle he was leading, it would have been too difficult to keep a steady relationship anyway. Instead, he focused on himself and his family, investing in his sister’s future by purchasing her yoga studio, remodeling his parents’ home, going on lavish vacations and spending more money he knew what to do with. Everything felt perfect, but at some point it all felt…repetitive. 

Enter Willa. He’d initially thought about cancelling the blind date set up by a couple of friends of his, but after meeting the brilliant, gorgeous doctor, Frankie was smitten. In less than a year they were moving in together, married, planning their future. This time it would be different, he’d devote himself entirely to his wife and to the family he yearned to have – at least, that was the plan. At the age of thirty, Frankie retired from playing in the MLB and instead was offered a position with his old team as the Bench Coach. More money, less grunt work, a slightly more flexible schedule. Maybe, just maybe, this could work.

After years of trying to get pregnant, the couple finally had their first child, Emmaline. That first year of parenthood was filled with ups and downs, testing their relationship in ways they’d never been challenged before. They loved their daughter, but as the days went by it felt like the only thing they had in common. Between their equally busy schedules, the fighting, and then the stress of trying to get pregnant a second time, Frankie felt himself slipping into old, selfish habits. Nights out with the guys turned into flirtatious banter with women at the bars, which turned into suggestive conversations, then make out sessions in the bathroom, until finally Frankie finally lost any shred of a conscience he had left. 

But then Willa finally got pregnant with their second child, and in that same week found out about his infidelity. Though he swore up and down, left and right that he put an end to his bad habits, the seal of trust between them had been broken. They attempted to work things out as she moved through the pregnancy, but after their daughter Olivia was born, they realized the damage was irreparable.  

Two years later and still in the midst of a messy divorce, Frankie is trying to focus on the things that matter the most to him and keep his head above water, but only time will tell if that will be enough to satiate him in the long run. 

[n8-shaw]

{ JACOB ELORDI, 22, CISGENDER MALE, HE/HIM } Is that NATHANIEL SHAW? A JUNIOR originally from SAG HARBOR, NY, they decided to come to Ogden College to study UNDECIDED on an ATHLETIC SCHOLARSHIP. They’re THE BRUISER WITH A SOFT CENTER on campus, but even they could get blamed for Greer’s disappearance.

THE ESSENTIALS

Nathaniel Shaw hates rich people. Raised in a poor family, by an on-and-off single mother thanks to his absentee father, he had to work for every single cent he’s ever had. He dealt with this with bitterness and resentment, choosing to take it out by punching whoever pissed him off, getting into fights and trouble more often than not as he was growing up. With his athletic talents, it was enough to get him a scholarship to Ogden, but not enough that he’d ever get the chip off his shoulder about being the poor kid around the unbelievably wealthy. He’s over-sensitive, withdrawn, and tactless, but if you get on his good side, he may just allow you to share his weed and show that underneath that, he does have a pisces stellium, and does in fact have feelings beyond just letting them get hurt so he can start hitting people.

pinterest - muse tag

CHARACTER INSPIRATIONS

ryan atwood  (the oc) - billy dunne (daisy jones and the six) - nate macauley (one of us is lying) - marcus baker (ginny and georgia)-  jj maybank (obx) - william magnusson (skam) - tim riggins (fnl) - jess (gilmore girls) - johnny castle (dirty dancing) - the ninth doctor (doctor who) - roy kent (ted lasso) - patrick verona (10 things i hate about you) - diego hargreeves (the umbrella academy) - john bender (the breakfast club) - alex karev (grey’s anatomy) - conrad fisher (tsitp)

TV TROPES

BRUISER WITH A SOFT CENTER - dark and troubled past - the stoner - byronic hero - abusive parents - disappeared dad - fish out of water - scholarship student - the casanova - jerk jock - delinquents - book dumb - tall dark and snarky - sour outside sad inside - hidden depths 

OGDEN COLLEGE 2022-2023

Major:

Undecided - some classes he has been taking, beyond gen-eds are: ceramics/wheel-throwing, photography, literature classes, and avoiding anything to do with music thus far xoxo

Extracurriculars:

Swimming, Crew, Boxing Club

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Nathaniel Shaw

NICKNAME(S): Nate, Natey (only from his younger sister, if anyone else calls him that, they’re consenting to be punched in the face)

DATE OF BIRTH: march 23rd, 2001

AGE: twenty-one

ZODIAC SIGN: aries sun, pisces moon, aries rising, pisces mercury, pisces venus (in retrograde), aries mars. have fun!

OCCUPATION: ????????????? part time pool boy, illegal street fighter. idk was this man does beyond that

HOMETOWN: sag harbor, ny/melbourne, australia

NATIONALITY: american and australian dual citizen

ETHNICITY: a white man?! no!.gif

LANGUAGE(S): english (barely)

GENDER & PRONOUNS: he/him

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: straight, to make him worse. but also it's sorta "straight"

RELIGION: definitely an atheist

POLITICAL AFFILIATION: i don’t think he has political opinions other than eat the rich

PHYSICAL INFORMATION

FACE CLAIM: Jacob Elordi

HEIGHT: 6′5″ 

EYE COLOUR: brown

HAIR COLOUR + STYLE: dark brown, worn like this (yes, the mullet, sorry).

ACCENT + INTENSITY: Australian - it comes and goes with how strong it is. He lived in Melbourne from age 3-15, so it’s definitely there, but it also is faded at this point, especially on certain words. it can come out stronger as well, and he definitely do be emphasizing it sometimes

TATTOO(S): a thin line around his left forearm, with a wave above it on the inside of his arm (going almost up into his elbow), coordinates of sag harbor and melbourne on the back of his left arm above his elbow, rowing oar along the outer bone of his right forearm, initial tattoo on the inside of his right forearm (gotten with all four siblings when his younger sister turned 18)

SCAR(S): probably a lot

PIERCING(S): one in each ear lobe - usually wears either a plain gold hoop in them

GLASSES: yes, but he doesn’t wear them 99% of the time. is this man just wandering around blind? very possibly

CLOTHING STYLE: honestly i imagine a lot like Jacob Elordi’s more lowkey style - something like this, this or this. Josh Heuston's style is very fitting too, like this, this, this or this. He also wears all the jewlery/rings/necklaces and often has his nails painted. and this pic is the ultimate nate style for me.

PERSONALITY

MBTI TYPE: INFJ

POSITIVE TRAITS: passionate, loyal, independent, honest, brave

NEGATIVE TRAITS: all of them. over-sensitive, short-tempered, aggressive, pessimistic, cynical, crass, withdrawn, resentful, impatient, reckless, (overly) competitive, attention seeking, tactless, brash, intense, aloof

GOALS/DESIRES: (suicide tw) literally nate barely even wants to be alive, so no, he doesn’t have any goals

FEARS: turning into his father

HOBBIES: ….smoking weed, contemplating the misery of his existence, punching people in the face, fucking bitches and getting money (except the money part because he’s poor), playing the guitar/lowkey fucking around with music production

HABITS: his habits include smoking a joint daily, punching whoever pisses him off, scowling when people speak to him……there’s probs more but that’s what i got tbh

SMOKES? weed, constantly.

DRINKS? most definitely

DRUGS? has dabbled....and will get worse if the plots i want work out

HOW THEY EMBODY THEIR TROPE:

Nate is the BRUISER WITH A SOFT CENTER because, at the end of the day, he is far more sensitive than he will ever let on. Everything hurts this Pisces moon, even as he glowers and glares, and yes, punches his way through them. He’s quick to react with anger - which often translates into violence - all while hiding how things are constantly hurting him. It’s easier to ignore it, because there’s nothing he can do. It’s just the hand he was dealt. And if he’s good at anything (which he still thinks may be debatable), it’s throwing a punch.

EXPANDED PERSONALITY:

Most of Nate’s personality is negative. Even what could be a positive trait (such as competitiveness, honesty, sensitivity, intensity….) he tends to turn it up to 1000 until it’s damaging. But honestly, most of it just negative to start with. He’s very withdrawn and broody, spends most of his time and interactions just glowering at people, and yet has an extremely short fuse, so will go from no reaction to swinging in the blink of an eye. he basically throws tantrums like a toddler, albeit a very large, 6′5″ toddler who actually knows how to fight.

However, he is extremely loyal if he decides someone is worth it - spoiler alert, most people aren’t - he will be there for them in the best way Nate knows how. Still tactless, but like, he tries his best. Basically his way of showing emotional support is being like so, uh, you wanna smoke a joint? Because at the end of the day, Nate is not very smart. Emotionally, or in a book smart sense. He can come off a bit of a himbo, just with his attempts to be charming and flirt with women (when he wants to). Plus he’s hot. And he knows it. And isn’t afraid to use it.

Speaking of women (ladies, please run), Nate likes to be pursued. He hates having to make the first move - probably due to of feeling like he isn’t worth it, more on that below - and he will flirt, charm, seduce, but when it actually comes down to it, he wants the other person to make that final leap. Some sort of validation or something. He likes when girls pay attention to him, and tries to coax it out of them. However, he also has a lot of resentment towards his mother for chasing after his father and bending over backwards to try to make things work, so he also loses interest as soon as a girl is too interested. And when he loses interest, he won’t say anything, he’ll just ghost or cheat. The only kind of confrontation Natey boi is good at is one that involves his fists.

His default way of connecting with people is…well, sex. Nate has no examples of a healthy emotional relationship, and he isn’t good at making friends, so typically, when a girl wants to get close to him, he fakes intimacy with his head between their legs, making them feel like they have him because he’s sleeping with them. Like he’s open and connected to them just because they boned. In reality, it’s just his way of avoiding the emotional intimacy he’s petrified of, because he knows it’ll come back to hurt him. The only downside to all that is the rare times he does want to emotionally connect with someone, he has no idea how to. All he knows how to offer is his body, really. 

Nate’s very dry, prone to swearing (he did grow up in Australia), and his sense of humor is very deadpan. If you actually talk to him, you realize there’s a lot of sarcasm in his cynicism, put the issue is that he’s extremely withdrawn from most people, and honestly doesn’t even see the point in having conversations with them. He also uses this to hide a lot of his fundamental insecurities - he genuinely feels like he’s not going to amount to much, mostly because he’s been made to feel that way. He acts brash and confident, but he really does struggle with feeling like he’s worth anything. It’s part of why he gets so over-competitive, because he wants to prove he’s good at something.

CONNECTION IDEAS

some wanted dynamics -

a childhood friend from australia (one day i will submit this wc to the main)

i still really would like nate to get into music, so someone to help encourage him along that path would be....amazing. he really loves music, but his father was a deadbeat musician, and since nate HATES him sm...he's gotta come to terms with that side of himself

in general, someone(s) who encourages his artsy soft boi side to come out

hamptons enemies - people who summared in the hamptons, dynamic would be dependant on muse. maybe people whose families he worked for (outside of the Morrison's?)?? Bonus points if they had a hot mom he could've banged !!

fight club - nate street fights for money, so ppl who participate or aware of that would be funsies

hook-ups/fwbs/ons's to help him get over the girls in his past since they are all no longer options rip

flirtationships - bc nate rarely makes the first move

the other man - nate has no morals, so if u need someone for ur muse to cheat on their significant other with...here he is

and as always - down to brainstorm and put nate into anything that would fit !!

RELATIONSHIP WITH GREER:

When the Shaw family moved back to Sag Harbor from Australia, where Nate’s mother grew up, they instantly realized they were not on the same class playing feel as everyone else. They had never been wealthy. Four children and barely steady incomes from their parents - when they were even together - guaranteed that. The kids all realized pretty quickly they were going to have to get jobs, especially now that their father was completely out of the picture. Nate ended up working for a few families who ‘summered’ (god, he hated that word) nearby, working as a pool boy. One of those families…yeah, you guessed it, was the Morrison’s. Greer took interest in the pretty Australian pool boy who was her age, inviting him along to join some of the parties she and her friends had, despite him being her family’s staff. No way was that going to end badly.

Also, they may have hooked up a time or two their senior year of high school. But that’s irrelevant.

FAMILY

FULL FAMILY PAGE

SOCIAL CLASS: lower class

FATHER: Luke Shaw

MOTHER: Ella Shaw, née Quentin

SIBLING(S)? 3 - older brother; Liam Shaw , older sister; Melanie Shaw, and a younger sister; Quentin "Quinnie" Shaw.

CHILDREN? do not let this man reproduce no matter what you do (also having children is also his worst nightmare, since the last thing he wants is to his father)

ABOUT NATE

FULL BIOGRAPHY

nate is the third out of four kids in five years to two highly incompatible people

his mom followed his dad back to australia when he was 3, only to call it all off 12 years later, and move back to sag harbor when nate was 15

nate took the move v hard in general, got into a lot of fights, briefly ended up in juvie after being charged with assault

couldn't pay for a lawyer, but the kid he was defending became his best friend (xoxo keys) and his father was a public defender and got the charges dropped, so he doesn't TECHNICALLY have it on his record

shortly after he got invited to an illicit fighting ring, which had money being given to winners and tossed around in bets by the rich kids who vacationed in the summer

that's how nate ended up hanging out with them and partying with them despite being poorTM

early in the fall his senior year, there was a back to school party where the house they were in ended up burning down - since nate was the only one who didn't have rich parents, who do you think took the fall? (hint: nate)

stanford stopped recruiting him & he broke up with his girlfriend at the time (actually, he just ghosted her, but that counts)

did he end up getting a scholarship at ogden in return for keeping his mouth shut? maybe (yes)

when he came to ogden as a freshman in college, he came in as an engineering major (why? no idea - think someone told him too and he was like, well, i have no hopes or dreams of my own, so y not), failed a bunch of classes, and then ended up switching to an undecided major for his junior year…so is he going to graduate on time? absolutely not. he is very much behind in his schooling.

SOME FUN FACTS

yes, nate has jacob's australian accent

he is basically ryan atwood and i regret nothing

he worked as a pool boy and mowed lawns and shit during the summer once he moved back to the Hamptons as a teen to make some extra cash, so rubbed shoulders with a lot of rich kids, which just made him more bitter about all of it

he did in fact sleep with several milf housewives while he was doing above jobs

plays the guitar and piano and likes to fuck around with music production in his free time - his father is a musician so his lack of acknowledging this/sharing this/actually allowing himself to enjoy it is due to his ~ daddy issues ~

deep down he is an artsy soft boi, and he just refuses to acknowledge that he loves music because of his father, and the fear that exploring that side of himself will just turn him into his dad. it's definitely something he needs to come to terms to still

he started taking more art classes this semester now that he is undecided and he signed up for a wheel-throwing class so he QUICKLY became one of those slutty shirtless wheel-throwing tik tok boys. his first successful pot he made he gave to rhia so she could plant things in it.

FALL SEMESTER TOUCHBASE

jesse threw nate under the bus, nate threw jesse under the bus, they kissed fought, the cops were looking at nate real sussy

so yeah from the very first sit down with the cops, nate was not making a good impression

he did get dragged outta the pool during a swim practice to be questioned

after their second interview, he is in their list of suspects :)

overall, nate is trying very hard to not be involved with greer or her disappearance at ALL because he does not want to be held responsible

he did overhear (with pippa) penny saying that she knew why greer left

oh also, he hooked monty and ollie up with a half built house to use as a drug base, thanks to his connects in the construction industry near ogden

he has those connects bc the summer between his freshman and sophomore years, he worked for nat's dad while they were dating. and nat's dad hates him. so nate said fuck u i'ma have my friends deal drugs outta ur house

[philadelphia-hq]

“Am I a prisoner to instincts or do my thoughts just live as free and detached as boats to the dock?"

FRANKLIN ‘FRANKIE’ CARLISLE II

Age: 39 Gender and pronouns: Male, He/Him Occupation: Bench Coach for the Philadelphia Phillies Neighborhood: Rittenhouse

BIOGRAPHY

tw: infidelity

Being born into Carlisle Dynasty meant that you were destined for greatness, and no one was more acutely aware of that than Frankie Carlisle. As the eldest of Franklin Carlisle, the head football coach over at Villanova, and Beverly Carlisle, CEO of one of the most prolific art museums in the city, the young boy knew from a young age that he had big shoes to fill.

Getting into sports was a no brainer for Frankie given his father's career, but the question on everyone's mind was which one he'd excel at the most. As a student at Oak Brooke Private school, he had the pick of the litter so to speak, and once he got his hands around a baseball bat that question was answered. His name got his foot in the door, but his skills on the field let him stay there. As a freshman in high school, Frankie was making varsity and winning MVP awards left and right, receiving sports scholarships and essentially able to go anywhere he wanted to for college. Enrolling in Villanova was a no-brainer, staying close to home and on the same campus as his father.

The year after graduation was a big one for Frankie; getting married to his college sweetheart, Anabel, and getting drafted to the Philadelphia Phillies. It was like the young man was on cloud nine, the world opening up for him in ways he never could have dreamed. Soon he was traveling the country, playing a game he loved as his job, making his own income, and married to the love of his life. But the honeymoon phase can't last forever, and after picking his career over his wife over and over again, Anabel asked for a divorce. It was amicable for the most part, and though devastated Frankie understood that the way he wanted to live his life was incompatible with hers, and so Frankie was single and living on his own once more at 25.

Single life wasn't actually so bad once he got over the initial heartbreak. Now the male could stay out late, not worry about keeping anyone waiting, not ask for anyone's permission -- with the glamorous lifestyle he was leading, it would have been too difficult to keep a steady relationship anyway. Instead, he focused on himself and his family, investing in his sister's future by purchasing her yoga studio, remodeling his parents' home, going on lavish vacations and spending more money he knew what to do with. Everything felt perfect, but at some point it all felt...repetitive.

Enter Willa. He'd initially thought about cancelling the blind date set up by a couple of friends of his, but after meeting the brilliant, gorgeous doctor, Frankie was smitten. In less than a year they were moving in together, married, planning their future. This time it would be different, he'd devote himself entirely to his wife and to the family he yearned to have -- at least, that was the plan. At the age of thirty, Frankie retired from playing in the MLB and instead was offered a position with his old team as the Bench Coach. More money, less grunt work, a slightly more flexible schedule. Maybe, just maybe, this could work.

After years of trying to get pregnant, the couple finally had their first child, Emmaline. That first year of parenthood was filled with ups and downs, testing their relationship in ways they'd never been challenged before. They loved their daughter, but as the days went by it felt like the only thing they had in common. Between their equally busy schedules, the fighting, and then the stress of trying to get pregnant a second time, Frankie felt himself slipping into old, selfish habits. Nights out with the guys turned into flirtatious banter with women at the bars, which turned into suggestive conversations, then make out sessions in the bathroom, until finally Frankie finally any shred of a conscience he had left.

But then Willa finally got pregnant with their second child, and in that same week found out about his infidelity. Though he swore up and down, left and right that he put an end to his bad habits, the seal of trust between them had been broken. They attempted to work things out as she moved through the pregnancy, but after their daughter Olivia was born, they realized the damage was irreparable.  

Two years later and still in the midst of a messy divorce, Frankie is trying his best to look at the positives. With the recent death of his mother, Frankie is trying to focus on the things that matter the most to him and keep his head above water, but only time will tell if that will be enough to satiate him in the long run.

FRANKIE CARLISLE has the face claim of SEBASTIAN STAN and is played by RAY.

[emily-opps]

The box hidden in father’s woodshed

I don't remember being alive until my 12th birthday. Father says that is because I don't sleep enough. With his loud booming voice he proclaims: “You must stop spending so much time on your phone, it is why you don't have memories.” Why would technology cause me to forget half of my very own life? The school counselor always blamed it on a slightly unhealthy upbringing. My father had a lot of family visit me growing up, women & men of all sorts. I have but the faintest glimpses of them. Golden hair, stunning blue eyes and bronze hands. Tragically I don't remember them anymore, all of my extended family is a mystery. No buddy has visited me and father for years. I'm mostly alone, father leaves for work quite often. For the most part I have raised myself I like to believe, but he likes to credit all my aunts and uncles. I'm not sure why he does that considering I haven't seen any of them in over 10 years. Our home is small, a quaint little place. Hanging flower pots, gift from an aunt apparently. Neat little pillows on all the sitting, woven with intricate designs, another gift. The window looks out to wonderful cliffs and mountains, a spectacular view which I often drink tea from. We are quite some way away from the city. Part of me craves to move closer to the city to be able to spend more time with friends. Now in college I get to visit very often but its not the same. Yet I can't make myself leave. The smell of rosemary in all the halls, the collection of jazz music for the ancient radio (another gift, an uncle), the countless photographs of a family I have no knowledge about. A puzzling mystery that I simply can't run away from. My room is filled with instruments, awards from well everything, from poetry to decathlon awards. I have always been a sort of jack of all traits and talents. I feel shameful to admit that nothing ever felt like it belonged to me, not even this home. I adore it truly but it feels more like a family heirloom than a home.

The house moves. It shifts and twists, it smells intoxicatingly sweet at times, other times of grapes, of burning ashes without a fire, of the distant sea and of wild moss. The rooms they change. New ones appear at times, only for father to tell me they are for a guest. He claims the house has been the same since my birth, but I know he is lying. They all are, the psychiatrists, therapists, doctors & counselors. All of them are playing this weird game of my father’s. I know what I see, when new gifts or photos appear some of which I'm in but can't recall taking. I'm not just forgetting, am I? Why can I remember, why can't I see, see what they all see, a little house on the hill 3 kilometers away from the city. That's all, that's all it's ever been right?

My thoughts turning into dark overbearing shadows, I try to hide to run, but where to? There is no place to go that's near except for father’s woodshed. It's small, smaller on the inside, all of fathers strange equipment takes up quite a bit of space. But it’s dark, it's quiet, it smells of damp wood, nothing strange, nothing odd. Just a girl hunched over in her fathers shed, whipping, praying for it to stop. On this particular visit out of the corner of my covered eyes I spot a glimpse, a shimmer below the floorboards. Gold. It sings, it hums softs notes to me. It calls to me. I rip out the wood with my nails, and there I see it. A box, or jar perhaps? It’s shiny gold with red, blue and green paint, and jewels arranged in patterns throughout it. I felt this force making my hand clasp around the lid. All my life nothing felt like mine, for me, I belonged to nothing and no one. But this? This is mine, only for me, I feel it in my bones, skull & veins.

I have made a grave mistake. The air of the earth turns to ash and smoke.

I felt a gust of wind hitting my back, It didn't matter, the box was the only thing that did. In a swiftt motion I pull off the lid.

I hear my father say: “Pandora! What have you done!”

[angelenohq]

in the city of angels.

NAME: Alexander "Alex" Novak FACE CLAIM: Jacob Elordi AGE & DATE OF BIRTH: 26 & December 24th, 1997 HOMETOWN: Los Angeles, California TIME IN LOS ANGELES: Born and raised NEIGHBORHOOD: Downtown Los Angeles OCCUPATION: Drug dealer

biography.

trigger warning: hospitals, drugs/drug dealing, injury, surgery.

Alex Novak’s life was pretty simple. He didn’t go to a fancy school, but his parents were probably considered middle class. Simple life, simple everything. He was happy for the most part, he was an athletic kid who played Pop Warner and had a friends. His dad coached the football team alongside some of his other friends’ dads, which allowed them to always be together.

He was excelling at football, which was what his life virtually arrived around. It was good for him, the structure, the attention, everything. He wasn’t good at anything else, to be honest. His grades were shitty, he probably didn’t have the best personality, but he could run and catch and that made him feel special. There was college scouts that knew his name, his dad was proud of him, he was happy.

Having one skill was probably not the best idea considering what happened next. Any play can change the trajectory of the game and in this case, it changed the trajectory of his life. Tearing his ACL was the beginning of the end for his football days, at only eighteen years old. All the scouters were gone like that. And he could see the look of disappointment on his father’s face when he woke up in the hospital, advising him against playing again after his surgery. His surgery wasn’t complicated per se, but it did lead to a lot of pain. And it wasn’t just one surgery, he had a few lined up in order to fix his knee.

That’s when he was introduced to drugs. Those painkillers were life savers, and when the doctor couldn’t prescribe him more, he looked elsewhere. He noticed how easy it was to sell, to buy, all that stuff. And soon he was able to weasel his way into getting into the business. His parents insisted that he went to community college, and he did just to humor them, but stopped after two semesters. He no longer had interest in making them happy, his sights were set somewhere else. It led to him being nicely kicked out but he was doing okay for himself, and didn’t need their support, finding a studio apartment with two other people.

He’s been dealing for about five years now, and has a nice list of clients. He was able to move into a nicer place in Downtown LA. Alex is known for his discreteness with his clients, and his client list includes a few big names, lesser known names, and no names. He likes to mix his crowd up, knowing that that’s how he makes the most money.

[gantz20]

Player Shin Kwangmin (28) has been successfully added to the roster. They were a doctor who was hardworking, sarcastic, and critical before joining the game. Their hobbies included guitar and languages. Their special skill is claimed to be “Really good hearing compared to most people”

Kwangmin’s upbringing was rather tame with his mother working as a florist and his father a CEO. The Shin’s appeared to be the perfect family, high social status, well liked, never in any trouble, no bad rumors however things weren’t so perfect behind their privacy of their home. Being the only child Kwangmin had big expectations to live up to keep the family image of perfection. . . more so the eraser of of his parent’s past. His mother a former worker of the night and his father with a gambling addiction. The family’s luck change when his father finally won after making a heft bet. His mother knowing how image could be used as power, coached him to be the perfect student in school by staying out of trouble, respecting the teachers and having good grades. This did not shield him from some criticism that for someone so well known he was too reserved and was melancholy. Most tried to remain on his good side because his anger and quick tongue were best avoided. As he grew up Kwangmin had hopes to work in music and worked hard to develop his skills even without the support of his parents. He bought his own guitar and paid for the lessons himself, they weren’t going to help he would do it all on his own. It was a nice hobby but never a career option. They planned for him to have a respected and high status career. His father basically forced forced him to join the marines instead of the army again for the status of title. When it came time for him to go to college his parents gave him an ultimatum. Study medicine or pay the tuition yourself. With no way to fight against this he followed in his father’s wish and studied to become a doctor while focusing on general practice. The young man prove his worth allowing him to study whatever caught his interest and was a form of revenge against his parents for twisting him arm to study medicine. He applied for the accelerated 5 year program so he could finish his 2 year fellowship sooner . He completed part of his studies of it in the USA to gain new experiences and application of his skills. Kwangmin prove to be a well-liked professional because of his devotion to his career and in helping others. Still his pencant for ethics did cause some trouble, but he always leaned on the side of caution.  After complete his pre-med years in the states he returned to Korea to finish the rest of his studies. It was a surprise when he made family medicine his specialization, Kwangmin enjoyed the any and everything experience from the urgent care center he interned at. The pace at times was less chaotic than the hospital but he did get to be more interated into the community. This displeased his parents as they saw him throwing away his education and career for something “easy”. . . but it was his choice.

[zablife]

Tommy Shelby 

A Toast 💀

All Mine 🔞

Call Me

Dance With Me

Disrupting Tommy's Work Day 🔞

Here We Are Dancing

God

Gifts

I Don't Care What They Say

"I know you're not talking to me"

I'm Listening

"I'm not even sorry."

Imagine Tommy Proposing

In Blood and Bond

I Would Die For You 💀

"Just admit that was extra."

Just a Peek, Playing Games 🔞

Midnight Wanderings 🔞

No Fucking Fighting

Protect

Salacious Consumption of Ice Cream

Stolen Kiss 🔞

Takes One to Know One

Teasing 🔞

The Debt 💀

The Safe 💀

Training

The Surprise

Tommy's Choking Kink 🔞

Tommy Loves Long Hair, Tommy's Obsession 🔞

Tommy at the Garrison

Two Left Feet

Two Shelby Men Tommy & Charlie

You're My Girl 🔞

• College AU Tommy blurbs here

• Gentle touch blurbs for Tommy here

• Dark blurbs for Tommy here 💀

Pearls from Tommy-🔞How he reacts to your new jewels

Professor Thomas Shelby (College AU)

Tommy as a Secret Admirer

Tommy's Daughter Telling Him She's Pregnant

A Gift for My Wife - Tommy x wife reader

Tommy wants to surprise his wife with an extravagant surprise after the birth of their new baby, but things don’t go to plan. 

A Loving Wife -💀Tommy x OC (Natasha Shelby)

When Tommy finds the perfect woman his family encourages him to marry her and bring her into the family business, but what do they really know about his loving wife?

A Night for Celebration- Tommy x female reader

You have feelings for your boss, Tommy Shelby, but you wonder if he returns your affection. One rainy night you get your answer.

A Night Like Tonight - Tommy x gf

Tommy is spiraling out of control after Polly's death and dragging his gf with him.

Aboard the January- Tommy x reader

You serve as Tommy's doctor on the boat to Camden Town in S2, E2, making Tommy fall more in love with you than he thought possible.

Before Sunrise -🔞 Tommy x female reader

One autumn evening, as you and Tommy cause mischief in the forest, you wander away until you find yourselves on the grounds of a grand estate. Too late to return to your family's camp, Tommy breaks a window to gain entry to the empty house and you spend a memorable night together.

Bye Bye Blackbird - Tommy x female reader

Tommy's love interest from before the war leaves for the excitement of the city, but a chance encounter years later finds her disillusioned with all that sparkles. Can he convince her to come home?

Careless People 💀 Tommy x OC (Daisy)

Newlyweds Tom and Daisy Shelby are hiding a dark secret. They're known for being eccentric and a bit kinky, but could something more sinister be lurking beneath the surface?

Charlie's Lullaby - Tommy x OC (Rosemary)

After the loss of his wife, a grief-stricken Tommy is unable to care for himself or little Charlie. One night he finds Charlie's nanny comforting the child in the nursery and her advice leads to a solution for both father and son, bringing them closer than ever before.

Chosen -Tommy x wife reader

You and Tommy have a difficult time starting a family and the strain drives you apart. Tommy convinces himself he's cursed and your love is the only thing that can prove otherwise.

Crossing the Line -Alfie x OC (Talia Solomons) & Tommy

Alfie goes to Arrow House to confront Tommy about his role in his wife's opium addiction.

Dark Beauty- 💀Tommy x wife reader

You want to escape your somber household and your husband’s death-like grip.

Did You Miss Me? - 🔞 Tommy x wife reader

You’ve gone without Tommy’s touch for two weeks while he’s been away on business, but he wants to make you wait a bit longer for your release. 

Everything is a Circle-Tommy

A meditation on Tommy's mind stricken with grief and intrusive thoughts of the past.

Foldin' Money- Tommy x female reader

Tommy needs a posh girl to take to the Cheltenham races and you are the perfect candidate to play the part. Will you remain loyal after Billy Kimber offers to keep you in the luxury you’ve always desired?

Funeral -Tommy & Shelby sister reader

After Tommy returns home from the war, he finds his youngest sister lonely and depressed. He tries to assure her everything will be alright.

His Last Little Pet -💀Tommy x female reader

You come back to Arrow House with Tommy to live an enchanted life...or so you think.

It's Over - Tommy x gf reader

You implore Tommy to stay out of harm’s way, but he has other ideas. Will this be the end of your relationship?

Lovefool - Tommy x gf reader

An infatuated Tommy finds his gf in a state of confusion, leading him to question her devotion. Will she say she loves him and not another?

Nothing's Going to Hurt You Tommy x female reader

You wake in the middle of the night afraid and anxious, but unwilling to wake Tommy. However, he knows your fears and exactly how to comfort you.

One Way or Another -💀 Tommy x female reader

When your brother Bonnie warns you about the darkness lurking beneath Tommy Shelby’s charming exterior, you heed his advice and break up. However, a vengeful Tommy vows to get you back and his ruthless tactics are worse than you could have imagined. 

Ordinary People Tommy x nurse reader

When you meet a charming soldier in a base hospital during WWI, you become fascinated by him and quickly develop a relationship. You both agree to leave the affair in France, but what happens when fate has other plans?

Perfect Day - Tommy x May Carleton

Tommy and May face mounting obstacles to their relationship, bringing their love for one another under scrutiny. Over the course of a weekend spent at the Carleton estate, they make some important decisions about their future.

Pretty When You Cry-🔞-Tommy x female reader

Tommy likes to give you pleasure to the point of pain for one specific goal, to watch you cry.

Say Goodbye -🔞 Tommy x female reader

With a new year comes a new girl, but will Tommy be able to say goodbye this time?

So New - Tommy x female reader

You and Tommy have a tumultuous relationship of break ups and make ups, but today the cycle must end. Inspired by "So New" by Cillian Murphy.

Stolen Child- Tommy x female reader & Ruby

Reader is Ruby’s mother who is concerned after Ruby returns from a day playing by the river and seems changed. (Supernatural)

Stolen Goods -Tommy x female reader

You’ve known Tommy all your life, but when your boyfriend starts stealing from him, how will he react to the betrayal? 

The Appleby Fair - 🔞 Tommy x female reader

You make love to Tommy under a hazel tree at the Appleby Fair in the spring of 1914.

The Curse - Tommy x wife reader

When Tommy’s wife learns there is a way to cure Ruby of TB through gypsy magic, she’s willing to try anything to save her daughter’s life. After a visit to Madame Barwell, Ruby gets well, but at what cost?

The Dilemma - 🔞 Tommy x female reader x Jack Nelson

Tommy gets Jack’s mistress arrested for smuggling opium into Boston. After Jack fails to come to her aid, Tommy visits with an indecent proposal.

The Disappeared - Tommy & Martha Shelby

Tommy’s last memories of his mother.

The Last Supper 💀 Tommy x OC (belongs to another writer)

Tommy and his wife host a memorable dinner party.

The Last Time - 🔞 Tommy x female reader

You're making Tommy Shelby's life difficult, but when the sex is this good who could blame you for your wicked ways?

The Stable Boy - Tommy & daughter reader

Tommy’s sixteen year old daughter secretly falls for the new stable boy. What happens when Tommy discovers the truth and attempts to separate them?

The Swan-Tommy & Frances

Frances comes to find Tommy and hears the strains of a familiar song.

This Mess We're In - Tommy x Grace

Tommy and Grace have a phone conversation about their predicament after Grace reveals to her husband she’s pregnant with Tommy's child. 

The Will to Survive- Tommy x wife reader

You reconsider having another child with Tommy after the death of Ruby.

You're No Good for Me - Tommy x OC (Satine)

When Tommy comes into possession of a new club, the Shelbys want to know more about the beautiful and seductive performer working there. What happens when Tommy confronts her about her hidden past?

As Long As I Live -Tommy & Tommy's daughter OC (Amelia Holland) x Bonnie Gold

Masterlist Parts 1-4 completed

Tommy's long lost daughter appears at Arrow House and quickly becomes a beloved part of the family. What happens to their relationship when that peace is shattered by his newfound political aspirations and the only way to protect her is to send her away again with the one person she cannot abide?

Lily Shelby Series- Tommy x OC

Lily -Tommy attempts to deal with the aftermath of his wife and daughter's kidnapping.

Windflowers - We revisit Tommy and his wife a year after the death of their daughter. As Lily wakes from a nightmare Tommy is there to comfort her and they have a break thru in her recovery.

Ruins -With Tommy's love and support, Lily speaks to her husband for the first time in over a year.

Keep Us Safe-Tommy x wife reader

Masterlist Parts 1-3 completed

Family history repeats itself when your daughter is taken by parish authorities. This time Tommy won't let them get away with it.

Now You Know the Truth 💀 Tommy x pregnant wife reader

Masterlist Parts 1-7 completed

The events of one tragic evening prove how far Tommy is willing to go to keep you under his control. How long can he keep you trapped in a marriage of secrets and lies?

Tachipen-Tommy x female reader

Masterlist Parts 1-6 ongoing

With the flip of a coin, Tommy makes a deal to bring a gypsy girl into the Shelby clan. Considering her too young to marry, he employs her as a nanny. When tragedy strikes, he’s forced to confront the truth he has always known.