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[teddy06writes]

Can't Sleep?

Tommy Shelby x gn!reader

Warnings: none

Premise: One late night you wake to find your bed empty, your husband having yet another sleepless night.

{this is my first x reader fic in like two years, take it easy on me}

Cold.

That was the first thing your body seemed to register as you slowly came to. The second thing you noticed as you shifted, rolling to one side, was the missing place beside you in bed.

You let out a sigh as you reached over, hand prodding at Tommy's empty place on the mattress as if it would bring him back from wherever he had disappeared to.

It wasn't the first time you'd woken up to find your bed empty, and it probably wouldn't be the last. Sleep rarely found your husband easily, and when it did he was often plagued with nightmares, that even your soft words and gentle touches had trouble curing.

Finally, you pushed yourself up on one elbow, your free hand rubbing sleep from your eyes before looking around your shadow cast bedroom.

You found Tommy leaning in the window sill at the far end of the bedroom, staring out at the empty lawn, illuminated by the glow of the moon, and the burning end of the cigarette perched between his lips.

"Are you alright, Tommy-love?" Your words were still a bit thick with sleep.

Tommy started slightly, turning towards where you sat and reaching to tap the ash into the ashtray in the same movement, "Sorry, love. Didn't mean to wake you."

"You didn't," You yawned, sitting up properly, "Couldn't sleep?"

He shook his head, taking another drag from the cigarette.

It was rare to see him like this: strangely unguarded, his usual cold exterior gone in a way that could only happen late at night. You were one of the lucky few who had ever seen the Thomas Shelby in such a state.

You drew a blanket around your shoulders, climbing out of bed and making your way to his side, "Another nightmare?"

He didn't answer, turning his head away and taking another drag. In response you pursed your lips, reaching out to put a gentle hand on his arm, "Tommy..."

"There's too much noise in me head, love," He sniffed eventually, turning his head to look at you once more, "Swear there's Germans about to get through the wall any second. Have to keep reminding myself I'm not underground."

Silently, you snaked your arms around him, and in an instant, he melted into your touch, cigarette forgotten in the ashtray, head buried in the crook of your neck.

One hand found itself at the back of his neck, the other running up and down the expanse of his back, as you murmured, "Come back to bed, Tommy."

"I don't..." His voice trailed off, muffled by your collar.

"They won't hurt you. I'll keep them out, Tommy-love, I promise."

[teddy06]

Randomly decided to revamp my old writing blog @teddy06writes

No pressure tagging @faerieroyal I think you might enjoy parts of it dolly :)

[mcytficrec]

☄. *. ⋆wilbur soot angst

+with sbi

lost and forgotten by asksuallyyours

burning tears stained cheeks by sleepysoupi

shadow of a thought by mono-dot-jpeg

daddy's little girl by lonely-lost-soul

la jolla by vilwil

jubilee lane by moobloomsbee

the grave in the shack by ghostlysenses

they said you were important by freindly-neighbourhood-anarchist

meant to be yours by salinesoot

broken promises by angstyx

echoes of heartbreak by sleepysoupi

the night has a thousand eyes by teddy06writes

unfinished symphony by cottagesoot

safety by asksuallyyours

it's never the right time for us by sleepysoupi

taunt by technowoah

broken by yamturds

family by ghcstburs

[homophobicpunz]

i have reached my limit

im very tired of stumbling upon weird and sometime super gross mcyt x reader content and decided it was time to just mass block accounts. i figured other ppl might feel the same way, so ive put together a block list. yes you can filter tags, but sometimes you just dont want to know it even exists or the ppl who write it to interact with you. 

dont send hate to these ppl please, this isnt a callout, just block them if you want to and move on. this list is so that ppl can have a more comfortable experience and not have to see any of the stuff i did making this list. additionally, i respect ppls right to do what they want within creator boundaries, even if i dont like it. 

this is formatted so you can use tumblr batch block. if you know someone and dont think they should be on here let me know 

accounts that post nsfw that does not break boundaries in main tags

birbbyblue, gogywasfound, angelsmp, dreamerstreamer, hearts1ck, sadbutbadbutradbutmad, melon-noot, sapnotfoundbutwastaken, disastrousdream, apocalypticgargoyle 

accounts that post sfw fic that breaks boundaries

unfoundhoney, modyoonie, mirroranon, cr0wbonezz-wr1ting-inc, tendous-fingertape, fundy-simp, lonely-lost-soul, sapnapisaduck, miowastaken, tori-was-here, spideymarvelws, baless, hardcore-realms, lo-manburg, im-a-lil-simp, worminstuff, bbhsimp, writinginnit

accounts that post fic that breaks boundaries and nsfw (some have separate nsfw accounts) 

akasuki, dreamcatcherrs, sapdaddynotfound, milqueandsugar, sallysoot, dviltown, okschlatt, chubbity, 1-800-yandere-cat-98, mayasimagines, peppermin, inter-somniac, corpse-br1de, white-flags-by-dawn, technosdarlin, lin-nin, teddy06writes, honeybunnybeez, wildestsmpdreams, nihachulovebot, losingvienna, hauntedquackity, quackitree

[ayamturd]

okay, to the person that requested a fic based on the story “Flowers from 1970” by astr0nomika on wattpad, i both love and despise you /j /lh

rant warning below lol

the symbolisms, the tension, the growth and natural development of the characters?? bruuuh

forgive me as i give my rant of the day but this story is just *chef kiss*

from the build of the characters relationship with one another to the way the scenes fold into the next seamlessly with no pause, my gosh i just can’t.

also sorry, if anyone is confused as to what i’m talking about, an anon sent in a request modeled after this dreamnotfound story called “Flowers from 1970″ and i’m hyperfixating

i love interpreting stories and themes in literature, and no matter what anyone will say about fan fiction in the broad scheme of things, this was an amazing story that i’ve had the pleasure of analyzing. astronomika is a master at planning her story ahead; she’s able to write smoothly and is mindful of foreshadowing future events that are essential to certain scenes once you understand them. 

overall establishing her ability to tell a story so well and show a huge skill/enthusiasm for writing, the story itself is so raw. i think dnf is a fun and cute concept on its own, but astronomika takes it to another level when creating three dimensional characters that actually feel and show realistic perspectives despite the fact that its an extra work of fiction alone. it’s stories like these that exemplify why i like specifically writing fan fiction beyond what others would assume is ‘self-indulgent.’ 

to be able to take an already established character, whether real or fictional, and use the limitations of what that character feels and believes in, takes so much talent and patience since it involves understanding those flaws and characteristics by itself before writing a scenario revolving around them. 

if ever doubting yourself as a fan fiction writer, let me tell you now that i have so much respect for you and what you have to write; you are able to interpret a character and make it your own while continuously maintaining the idealistic traits they are meant to show, and if that isn’t a reason to say you are critically talented and driven, i don't know what is. 

also hi, if you don’t know me, my name’s yams and i love angst. i love my angst and this one, THIS ONE I TELL YOU, HIT IT SO HARD

i’m honestly so scared to write something based off of this masterpiece because astronomika is such a beautiful writer with incredible attention to detail and amazing story telling abilities. this is not me trying to say the sorry-ass compliment like “you’re so much better than me, i could never-” no. not at all. it’s me saying i respect the people in this writing community for deciding to gift us with their talents and characterizations which are just so unique and creative on their own. 

i’m just so lost in thought right now and can honestly keep going on and on if the night let me lol. 

if you’re still here, congrats! you survived the way, but let me just make a final note as a special shout out to all the fan fiction works i’ve read and all the amazing people on this platform (there are so many gifted people on other platforms like wattpad and ao3, but i’m only referring to tumblr now since it’s where i write and interact with others). i’m such a mess right now but it genuinely is so astonishing to me that there are real people, with real talent and skill, writing on the same platform as me here on tumblr and have so much to tell and give from their own imagination. 

that’s crazy man. 

idk guys, i’m hazy and have slept 5 hours for the past three days, but i genuinely love you all and appreciate your existences <3 /p

pls give a read to “Flowers from 1970” by astr0nomika on wattpad if you can or would like, i highly recommend it since the story was recently just completed and has the ability to make you cry lol

also, if you couldn’t tell, i love reading + talking about things i’ve read, so pls feel free to randomly chat with me whenever :)

also also, i don't want to spam tag people for a dumb rant, but pls check out these nice and beautiful people if you have the time or want a good read (it’s doubtful you haven’t seen their works, but if in case)- 

@/basilly @/mitzimania @/sleepysoupi @/sleepyteddies @/inniterhq @/burntcilantro @/dysfunctionalcrab @/cr0wbonezz-wr1ting-inc @/sapdaddynotfound @/bunnyloo @/losingvienna @/bugthegremlin @/llvyu @/chubbity @/youtubesthings @/kutozume @/dreamsfoot @/mayasimagines @/acidtabletz @/cakie-chu @/salinesoot @/quackisinnit @/quackiseok @/lvers @/rae-writes @/ray-ray-writings @/gh0st1esbl0g @/sallysoot @/lin-nin @/teddy06writes @/dreamerstreamer + if i could put everyone down i would

huge warning that more than half of that list don’t know of me, but i genuinely want to share their amazingness so just let me rant about my favorite writers in secret hehe

[teddy06writes]

Lost Words

Alfie Solomons x gn!autistic!reader

Warnings: I guess the way I describe readers feelings/emotions? (all based on personal experience)

Prompt: I had a bad day at work, and this is a coping mechanism

Premise: After a long day at work stress you out to the point of shutting down, Alfie helps you calm down.

{I swear I'm gonna write hurt comfort for Alfie with the roles reversed I just need more motivation}

{also I'm thinking of doing an Alfie fic based on Much Ado About Nothing if anyones interested in that}

From where you were hiding inside your blanket cocoon, you heard the door to the house creak open, and Alfie calling to you that he was home. Cyril, who had been leaning against you, let out a whine, and shuffled to all but slide off the bed, before trotting off to greet his other owner.

You sighed, squeezing your eyes shut and trying to burrough further into the blankets. What only seemed to be a moment later, you heard Alfie entering the room, still cooing at Cyril.

"You alright my dove?" His voice was surprisingly gentle, coming from somewhere near the foot of the bed.

You couldn't find it in yourself to respond, and you heard him move closer, before he was gently pulling the comforter away from your head, humming worriedly, "Dove?"

You peeled your eyes open to find him peering down at you, concerned etched onto his face. Alfie's hand reached out to brush hair from your face, almost automatically before he caught himself, muttering, "RIght- sorry, love, sorry..."

He ran a hand over his beard, "You're havin' a quiet day then? Lost all your words cause of work, hm?"

Slowly you nodded, and he hummed again, muttering something to himself before disappearing from your field of vision. When he reappeared a moment or two later he'd stripped down to his shorts and undershirt, and began to gingerly climb into bed beside you, careful not to touch you.

"You just take your time then, love, and when you get all your words back you can tell your Alfie what's going on, yeah, dove?"

Alfie waited patiently, looking at you, not quite expectantly, but with some sort of reverence you couldn't place. Slowly, one of your hands snuck out from where it had been tucked firmly under your chin, to grab his hand where it rested on the mattress.

When you looked back up at him in aprehension, he seemed to understand, nodding, "'s alright, love."

You squeezed his hand tightly, and he squeezed back, albeit a bit more gently. It was times like this that you felt you could never truly express how grateful you were to have Alfie, who seemed to be the only person who ever truly understood you complex feelings, and never misunderstood what you meant just because you were 'wired different'.

Slowly you worked your way closer to Alfie, until he was able to wrap his arms around you, squeezing you just tightly enough to provide relief from the itch that had worked its way under your skin. You buried your face in his chest, absently running your fingers over the soft fabric of his undershirt.

"That's it love," He murmured, his chest rumbling, "You just take your time, my dove. Aflie's got ya."

Eventually, when you would find your voice returning, you would tell Alfie about your day, rambling on about the good and the bad about how it all became to much, and he would listen. But for now, you were content with laying in comfortable silence, the two of you lost in your own little world.

[teddy06writes]

Interrupted Date Nights

Alfie Solomons x gn!reader

Prompt: "Will you still be here when I wake up?"

Warnings: None

Premise: Stricken with yet another migraine, your forced to take a rain check on date night. Luckily for you, Alfie doesn't mind getting the chance to take care of you.

Alfie had been busy with work at the bakery all week, but had promised to treat you to a night out come Friday. You'd been looking forward to it all week, but Friday morning had come with the same tell tale ache behind your eyes that you had been dreading.

Still, you had gone about your day as if nothing was wrong, at least, as long as you could before the ache behind your eyes had spread to a pain throughout your skull, and you were forced to finally rest.

Now, you laid in your darkened bedroom, silently hoping that the pain would disappear before your husband got home. By the time you heard the door scraping open, your pain hadn't eased in the slightest.

"Alright, love, I'm home," Alfie called as he entered the house, "You ready to go, treacle?"

When you didn't respond, you could hear him moving further into the house, searching for you. By the time he appeared in the doorway to your bedroom, seeing how the curtains had been drawn, his voice had dropped to a low whisper, "Oh, petal... are you feelin alright luv?"

You pushed yourself to sit up a bit, trying to ignore the new wave of pain that rushed to your temples, "Alf..."

"Another migraine?" He asked, quickly moving to your bedside.

You nodded slightly. Alfie frowned, before gently pushing you to lie back down properly, "Right, you don't move, treacle, an' I'll be right back, yeah?"

You grabbed at his hand as he started to pull away, "But date night..."

"Can wait until your feelin better, petal. You just relax an' let your Alfie take care of you, right, love?"

This time, he didn't give you time to protest, instead quickly disappearing out of the room. You could distantly hear him in the kitchen, trying to keep quiet as he went about making you tea.

A few minutes later he returned, balancing a glass of water, tea cup, and a small plate of plain buttered toast, setting them on your bedside table, "Didn't know if you'd eaten or taken your tablets yet..."

When you shook your head, not meeting his eye, he sighed, "Tsk, tsk. Come on then, love, have a bite and I'll get your tablets."

Obediently, you picked up a slice of toast, as his disappeared once more. Alfie returned again a moment later, pressing two of the tablets you had been prescribed for your headaches into your hand, and giving you the glass of water.

After you had finished eating, and had drank the last of your tea, Alfie made you lay back again, kicking off his boots and laying down beside you. You tucked yourself closer against him, and he began to card his fingers through your hair, massaging your scalp gently, "Rest now, treacle, Alfie's got ya."

"Will you still be here when I wake up?" You mumbled, cracking your eyes open just enough to peak up at him.

"Of course, petal, always."

[teddy06writes]

X Reader Fic Masterlist

~~

Dead Poet Society:

General/Unit:

Charlie Daltons Annuel Dead Poets Holiday Party: Halloween Edition Diner Days Everything Falls Apart Study Session Repercussions Dating the Dead Poets HCs

Neil Perry:

Music of the Night Why'd I Guess the Ending? Anywhere... Just Not Home Happiness Here For You A Quiet Moment Everyone But You

Todd Anderson:

Favorite Poet Surprise Cuddle Sessions Friday Night Fun, Monday Meetings

Steven Meeks: Of Little Love Poems, Secret Admirers and Anonymous Notes

Charlie Dalton:

Friends to Lovers Hcs

Gerard Pitts: None yet

Richard Cameron: None yet

Knox Overstreet: None Yet

~~~

The Outsiders:

General/Unit:

Being the Fourth Curtis Brother HCs

Dallas Winston:

Never Fall In Love Again No Matter What Ghost Stories Late Nights By The Fire Oh How The Turn Tables People Watching

Sodapop Curtis:

Golden Too Old? Yeah Right!

Two Bit Mathews:

I'll Try Too Old? Yeah Right! Spooky-est Place On Earth

Darry Curtis:

Pumpkin Spice Everything Hot Tea Heals The Soul

Johnny Cade:

Protective Cool, Calm, and Collected-- Until He Smiles

Steve Randle:

1955 Chevy Delray

Polyam Jally:

Take Me Back to the Night We Met

Polyam Dallypop:

I Told You It Was A Dumbass Plan

~~~

Top Gun: Maverick:

General/Unit:None Yet

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw: None Yet

Jake 'Hangman' Sersin: None Yet

Javy 'Coyote' Machado:None Yet

Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace: None Yet

Robert 'Bob' Floyd: None Yet

Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia: None Yet

Ruben 'Payback' Fitch: None Yet

Polyam Hangster: None Yet

Polyam Bobnix: None yet

~~~

The Bear:

Carmen Berzatto: None yet

Sydney Adamu: None Yet

Richie Jerimovich: None yet

Marcus: None Yet

~~~

Peaky Blinders:

Tommy Shelby:

Can't Sleep?

Arthur Shelby: None yet

John Shelby: None yet

Lizzie Stark/Shebly: None yet

Alfie Solomons:

Interrupted Date Nights Lost Words Win Win

Michael Gray: None Yet

~~~

Star Wars:

Cassian Andor:

Stubborn

Jyn Erso: None Yet

Polyam CassianxJyn: None yet

Bhodi Rook: None Yet

Din Djarin: None Yet

Han Solo: None Yet

~~~

Lord Of The Rings/The Hobbit:

The Fellowship: None Yet

The Company: None Yet

Aragorn: None Yet

Boromir: None yet

Legolas: None Yet

Gimli: None Yet

Frodo Baggins: None Yet

Samwise Gamgee:

Harmony

Pippin Took:None Yet:

Merry Brandybuck:None Yet

Faramir: None Yet

Eomer: None yet

Eowyn: None Yet

Bilbo Baggins: None yet

Thorin Oakenshield:None yet

Kili: None yet

Fili:None yet

Bofur: None yet

Bard Bowman: None yet

~~~

The Umbrella Academy:

General/Unit: None yet

Number Five Hargreeves: None yet

Klaus Hargreeves: None Yet

Diego Hargreeves: None yet

Allison Hargreeves: None Yet

Luther Hargreeves: None Yet

Viktor Hargreeves: None Yet

Lila Pitts: None Yet

~~~

Marvel:

Bucky Barnes: None yet

Sam Wilson: None yet

Natasha Romanoff: None yet

Loki: None Yet

Druig: None Yet

Makari: None yet

Sersi: None yet

~~~

The Breakfast Club:

General/Unit:

None yet

John Bender: None yet

Andrew Clarke: None Yet

Brian Johnson: None yet

Claire Standish: None yet

Allison Reynolds: None yet

~~~

More potentially to be added...

[teddy06writes]

Stubborn

Cassian Andor x gn!reader

Prompt: "The only person that gets to kill you, is me."

Warnings: non specific description of injuries

Premise: After a mission for the rebellion goes south and Cassian lands himself in the infirmary, you give him a piece of your mind. Told from Jyn's perspective.

(presumably takes place at some point after Rouge One, in an Everybody lives universe)

~~

It was supposed to have been a relatively routine mission. Two days at the most, including travel time; get in, get the intel, get out. That's all it was intended to be. That was until Cassian saw an opportunity to get a leg up, and Jyn had gone along, right up until that leg up turned out to be at a steeper price than they had planned.

Now, sitting in the infirmary on Yavin IV, Jyn was certainly beginning to regret it. Neither of the two were hurt badly, Jyn only sustaining a few scrapes and bruises from their quick escape, nothing a bit of bacta spray couldn't fix. Cassian had gotten the worst of it, and would be forced to take it easy for the next week or so until he had healed up enough to go back out in the field.

When the doors to the infirmary slammed open with a bang, Jyn couldn't even muster up shock. Cassian had mentioned that you would be furious at him.

"Are you kidding me? Are you an idiot Cass?" You demanded, storming past Jyn and strait to Cassian's bedside.

K-2SO lumbered along behind you, stopping beside Jyn, "To be fair, I did try to stop them."

"No you didn't." She said, watching in amusement as you continued to rant.

"No, I didn't." K2 agreed.

"You can't just go throwing yourself into things like that because you think it will accomplish something! What good are you to the Rebellion if you go off getting yourself killed for the tiniest bit more information!"

Cassian just kept looking up at you, waiting patiently, the same love struck in his eyes that Jyn saw every time you came near, or even came up in conversation.

"There are people here counting on you to come back! I'm counting on you to come back! God for someone so smart you make the dumbest decisions sometimes- Your so worrisome, and stubborn and aggravating and- Damn it, Cass, the only person who gets to kill you, is me!"

After this final exclamation you fell silent, staring down at him with a flushed, exasperated expression on your face that had Jyn struggling to hide her laughter.

Gently, Cassian took your hand, where it had fallen back to your side after your gestures had ended, "And you'll still have the chance, y/n. I'm okay. It's okay..."

In a moment, you deflated, your frustration suddenly disappearing as you squeezed his hand back, slowly sinking down into the chair beside his bed, "I was so worried Cassian. You can't scare me like that again."

Your voices grew too hushed for Jyn to make out, as Cassian reassured you, your hands still clasped between you. So she stood, all but dragging K2 out with her to give you space.

[teddy06writes]

Win Win

Alfie Solomons x autistic!gn!reader

Warnings: none other than this was written on mobile

Premise: None of Alfies many, boring meetings with Tommy could ever be as important as you

{I just know this man would be the best to info dump to. Ten points to whoever gets what book reader is talking about}

{Much Ado AU is incoming, hopefully within the next week}

Alfie sat behind his desk, chin propped in his hand as you rambled on about the book you'd just finished, seemingly unaware of the meeting you had interrupted.

From where he sat on the other side of the desk, Tommy looked between the two of you; Alfie with a soft, adoring look on his face as he watched you, rocking back and forth on your heels, fingers tracing the edge of the cover of the book you carried, over and over.

Tommy signed, catching Alfie's eye and raising his eyebrows. He glanced at you, silently asking, or maybe judging.

Alfie fixed him with a death stare for a long moment, shaking his head, before his gaze shifted back to you, softening instantly.

"And then he said that he was proposing against his better judgement and-" You cut yourself off, finally seeming to notice Tommy, "Oh! Mr Shelby! I'm so sorry, I didn't realize I was interrupting..."

Tommy opened his mouth to speak, but Alfie was quicker, beckoning you closer as he spoke, "That's alright petal, we were just about done, weren't we Tommy Boy?"

At the second death glare in two minutes, Tommy sighed, starting to get up, "Right. I'll be in contact, if anything else comes up."

Alfie nodded dismissively, already focused back on you as he pulled you down into his lap, "Right, yeah, sure, bye mate."

As Tommy disappeared, you grinned down at your husband, and he chuckled, "You did that on purpose, didn't you, you cheeky thing."

"Ollie said you looked bored...." You reached forward to gently set your book on his desk.

"And you were all excited about your little story," Alfie added, gently poking at your sides.

You grinned again, taking one of his calloused hands in yours and tracing the lines of his palms gently, "It was a win win."

Alfie smiled up at you fondly, squeezing your waist with his free hand, "So, Mr what's his face proposed but he insulted her while he did it?"

"Yes! And was a huge ass about it- but he redeemed himself later- don't worry...."

You launched back into talking about the book as though you'd never been interrupted, and Alfie listened happily, occasionally asking questions that prompted another burst of excitement every time it seemed like you might stop.

With Alfie, you never had to worry about boring him, or taking up his time, anytime you wanted to talk about something you enjoyed. He was always there to listen.

[teddy06writes]

hey, I hope your having a great day! If you want to, I would like to request a Samwise Gamgee x reader? Nothing in particular, just whatever you want to write about (if you don't want to write it that's totally ok too)

Yesss! my hobbit husband <3

Harmony

Samwise Gamgee x gn!reader

Warnings: none <3

Premise: A little snapshot into Hobbit life. You and Sam always work together in perfect harmony.

You had just finished bringing the chicken stock to a simmer when Sam returned from the garden, toting an overflowing basket of root vegetables, pausing just long enough to press a kiss to your cheek as he brought them to the basin to be washed.

You smiled, continuing to prep the rest of what you would need for the soup as he began to wash and chop the vegetables. One bowlful at a time, cubed potatoes, carrots, onions and celery appeared before you, and you quietly added them to the soup.

Once he had finished with prepping the veggies, Sam turned toward you, leaning against the counter, until he finally caught you eye, and you nodded toward the covered bowl resting by the window sill.

Without a word he disappeared to grab the flour from the pantry, before going about spreading it across one section of the counter, and knocking down the dough that you had left to rise earlier.

Out of the corner of your eye, you watched as he kneaded the dough, admiring the way the sun from the window light up his face, the way his strong, garden calloused hands worked the dough so gently.

As he finished with the bread, sliding it into the oven you already had warming, you fiddled with the soup, adding herbs and spices, trying to find what was just right. Finally, you pressed a clean spoon into Sam's hand, "I can't tell what it needs."

Quietly he tasted it, thinking for a moment, "A dash of salt, and a bit more rosemary."

You nodded, moving to add the salt, as he went to cut a few sprigs of rosemary from the pot on the windowsill.

[teddy06writes]

Dating the Dead Poets HCs

Requested by this anon: "yo hey if your taking requests can i request some headcanons about whatd itd be like to date poly!dead poets? tnx :3"

The Dead Poets x reader

Trigger warnings: maybe some swearing

premise: hcs for dating the poets!

so, no, i in fact do not know you all get together, bc logistally there are too many possibilities

but, in general, with you to complete the group, it's the perfect fit with everyone balancing eachother out

When Cam and Todd (or any of the others really) are up too late trying to study, you and Neil always tag team them into going to bed

You and Cam talk charlie out of doing stupid shit a lot

Helping Knox plan romantic dates for the whole group, (and keeping him from going too overboard)

I feel like after every event worth celebrating, once it's done, you all go up to the diner in Town and cram yourself into one booth, as a treat; so like, after any of Neil's plays- diner, a winning a rowing competition- diner, winning a soccer game- diner, pitts and meeks complete another invention or experiment- diner,

The best part (probably) about having seven boyfriends, is that you always have someone to talk to, or hang out with, even if some of the others have to be off doing something

at least twice a month, you guys make a giant pillow for in Charlie and Cameron's room, and just like ignore any responsibility for a weekend,

dude, during dead poets meetings, if you get cold theres always any number of them more than willing to cuddle 'for warmth'

uhhh thats all i've got

[teddy06writes]

Jessup Coleman -- Peaky Blinders

~~~

General Info:

Name: Jessup Oliver Coleman

Gender: Male (he/him)

Sexuality: queer (general preference for men)

Date of Birth: July 30th, 1890

Age: 29

Personality: Cold, Quiet, Loyal to a fault, protective, doglike

Likes: Boxing, fighting, races, keeping the shelby boys out of trouble

Dislikes: Trouble, Tommys schemes

Occupation: Peaky Blinder/Mercenary

Pairing: Tommy Shelby (unrequited), Alfie Solomons

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Jessup Coleman was a broken man, even before the war, with sharp, rough cut edges, all but made for violence, that made him the perfect guard dog for the Devil of Small Heath. Recruited out of an alley by the Shelby brothers at the ripe age of ten, Jessup's whole universe, for better or for worse has, for about as long as anyone can remember, revolved around one central axis: Tommy Shelby.

The Devil's Guard Dog has been at his side for every step on his rise to power, but will Jessup unyielding loyalty, and undying love blind him to reality forever?

[teddy06writes]

Friday Night Fun, Monday Meetings

requested by this anon: "Dps fic idea: Chris drags her best friend to a party, Knox drags Todd to the same party. MC and Todd both get drunk and make out. Then they recognize each other on the Monday after.- <3"

Todd Anderson x reader

Trigger warnings: Some swearing, drinking/drunkenness,

premise: It took a lot of work for Knox to convince Todd to go with him to Chet Danbury's party, and even more work for Chris to convince you to come; all down the drain as soon as you were both ditched, but hey, maybe something could still turn out.

{It's like, implied that your at the same school as the poets/like an au where everyone goes to Welton}

It was loud, and people crowded around in the Danbury's house, talking and drinking. Chris had spent all week begging you to go with her to this party, but now almost as soon as you had stepped in the door, she disappeared, calling out to someone in the crowd you didn't recognize.

Still, a drink found its way into your hand, and you set yourself to making the most of it.

Todd had never particularly enjoyed parties, but when Knox had insisted on taking him with as a thank you for proof reading his poem to chris, he couldn't find a way, or an excuse to say no.

So, he found himself standing around awkwardly, several drinks in, and bored out of his mind.

You coming up to him had been just about a miracle, and words were coming out of his mouth before he even realized, "I'm Todd An-"

"Can you-"

You both stopped, laughing, until he managed to nod, "Uh, you first."

"oh- uh, can you move out of the way- your standing in front of the drinks."

"Oh-" He quickly shuffled to the side, blushing heavily, "Sorry..."

You smiled, moving past him, "It's alright."

He stared down at his cup, trying to think of anything to say, but you beat him to it as you refilled your cup, "So, you drinking alone?"

"Kinda..." He chuckled, "My friend uh, ditch me."

You nodded, "Yeah me too. Drink alone together?"

He grinned, tapping his cup against where you had lifted yours, "Sure."

Somehow, you found yourself sitting with the boy you had found on the stairs, talking and joking, both of you drinking yourself a little deeper as the night went on.

"So then I had to look him in the eye and tell him that his poem was good!" He laughed.

"And he believed you?" You asked incredulous.

He nodded hurriedly, "And he read it to her in one of her classes! Just walked straight in, and up to her desk and started reading it!"

You laughed, hand coming up to cover your mouth, "no way! You know my friend Chris had something like that happen to her once!"

"Really? That's wild!"

"She thought it was romantic- I guess she's lucky she got a good poem read to her."

"Well, Knox doesn't right bad poems- their just..." He trailed off, thinking for a moment, "Well they certainly aren't Shelly- or Byron- or even Whitman!"

"You into poetry?"

Todd nodded, and then doing his best to exude Charlie's confidence, leaned in toward you a little closer, "Shall I compare thee to summers day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate."

You giggled, quickly racking your brain, "That was pretty smooth, maybe you should teach your friend to level up his game."

"Oh no- I could've never done that sober." He chuckled.

You hummed, taking a sip of your drink, "Fair enough."

He sighed, taking a deep breath, "See the mountains kiss high heaven and the waves clasp one another; No sister flower would be forgiven if it disdained its brother; and sunlight clasps the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the see; what is all this sweet work worth, if thou kiss not me?"

Your eyes darted down to his lips, and then quickly back up to meet his, before you were bridging the gap between you, pressing yours to his.

It took hardly a moment for him to kiss you back, one of his hands finding its way to your waist, as you cupped his cheek with your own. Almost unconsciously, he pulled you closer as one of your hands drifted into his hair.

By the time that Chris found you sometime later, you were practically in his lap, almost as rowdy as the couples you had earlier been making fun of.

"We have to go! (y/n)!" Chris yelled, grabbing your shoulder.

You pulled away from Todd, taking a moment to breath before saying, "I'm in the middle of something."

"(y/n) we have to go, my mom's gonna kill me if we get back after midnight!"

Half an hour later, Knox had found Todd sitting alone on the stairs, staring at the partial phone number you scrawled across his hand before Chris had dragged you away.

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After a weekend spent at Chris's, nursing a hangover, you had managed to drag yourself back to school. By now, your whole friend group had heard about the party, and everyone was speculating about who the mystery boy you had made out with was.

The Poets, were chattering with the same speculations, all though in the opposite direction. Meeks and Neil had even spent a solid two hours of their weekend into trying to figure out every possible combination that your phone number could've ended in.

Todd had been halfway through walking across the courtyard to the lunch room with the poets, when someone caught his eye. He turned, locking eyes with you from where you sat with your friends.

Knox frowned, noticing how his face turned bright red, "Wait! Is that them?"

"Yeah." He whispered, quickly turning away from you.

Charlie laughed loudly, "Well go talk to them you dolt!" And sent him off in your direction with a light shove.

You got up, meeting him halfway, "Hi..."

"Hey..." He took a deep breath, "Do you maybe wanna go get lunch with me?"

[teddy06writes]

Living Without A Heart

Golden Shovel Poems take lines from other work and incorporate them so that each word in the quote is the end of a line.

This poem comes from Justice Ameer's Body Without The 'd' -- "So it taught itself to graze its skin and cut things off."

~~

I never gave much thought to heart and so

I thought that I could live without it.

After all I had been taught

By a man without a heart itself. 

I was wrong, oh lord how wrong I was. How

Could I live without a heart? To 

Retrieve it now would be impossible. And now the feelings can only graze

Across my mind. Its

Almost funny, how things are now skin

Deep, and

No suture can heal this cut. 

Perhaps I miss the way things

Were… but when my feelings don’t burn my soul, i think i’m better off. 

[teddy06writes]

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