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Thomas Andrews x reader - Protective

Summary: Thomas has always been protective of his love. But one day Bruce Ismay and Caledon Hockley threaten her and Thomas doesn’t like that. (Reader is 18-21) (Bruce is 42 and Caledon is 32)

Warnings: small cursing, threats to reader, protective Thomas

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I walked out of my state room, dressed in one of my favorite gowns. I was walking down to the lobby to meet Thomas so the two of us could go to dinner with our friends. I saw Thomas standing at the bottom of the stairs and walked to him, kissing him on the cheek as a greeting.

“You always look so beautiful my love.” Thomas whispered to me as I wrapped my hand around his bicep and he walked me to the dining room. We saw our friends slowly filling the table and joined them. Thomas pulled out my chair for me, gently pushing me in before sitting down beside me. I was now in between Thomas and Bruce Ismay. The other residents at the table were Margret brown, Ruth, rose, Caledon, and a few others and their wives.

The dinner went as usual, polite conversation and drinking wine. Then dinner was over. Thomas and me walked out of the dining room and to the deck of the boat. We sat on a bench beside each other and looked out into the glistening water. I laid my head on Thomas’ shoulder and he kissed it.

“You are so talented Thomas. Building this ship and letting me come with you.” I praised him. He slide his arm around my waist and gently ran his fingers on my side, sending shivers through my body.

“Thank you love, I love you y/n.” He said with a smile.

“I love you too Thomas.” We we’re about to kiss when the captain of the ship interrupted us.

“I’m sorry to intrude but we need your assistance in the kitchen please Mr.Andrews.” The captain said. Thomas nodded and sadly got up. He kissed my head once more and bid goodbye to me. I frowned as I watched him walk away. I loved spending time with him. But of course as the building and owner of the ship, he had duties to attend to.

I kept looking out at the water, but then I heard heavy footsteps behind me. I turned around slightly and saw Caledon with Bruce.

“Hello y/n, you look like a diamond this evening.” Bruce said as him and Caledon moved to stand in front of me.

“Oh uh, thank you.” I said politely. The two men had always made me uncomfortable, ever since I met them.

“Care to come to my stateroom this evening? I’m sure Thomas wouldn’t mind.” Bruce said as he sat beside me and moved closer to my body. I moved away from him as far as I could and my breath started to quicken.

“No sir, I’m engaged to Thomas. I cannot go with you.” I told him. Bruce scowled and Caledon pulled out a small hand gun. I sucked in a breath and my eyes stayed glued to the gun that was pointed at me.

“Go with Bruce, or you’ll be shot. Give him what he wants.” Caledon said. I shook my head and tried to get up but Bruce caught my wrist and pulled me back down to him.

“Do not try and run. We can do this the easy way or the hard way.” He sneered as he started to kiss my neck. I whimpered and tried to fight against the men. But it was no use. I was nothing compared to them in strength.

“That’s more like it.” Bruce said. He started to touch my thigh and move his hand higher. I tried to squirm but Caledon pressed the gun against my head. This was it. I was going to be taken advantage of or killed. And there was nothing I could do to stop it.

“Hey let go of her!” I heard Thomas yell. I looked over and saw him quickly coming towards me and the two men. Bruce's eyes went wide then an idea popped into his head. Caledon was glancing at Bruce, trying to figure out their next move.

"Oh Mr. Andrews thank god you're here. You see Y/n was trying to kiss me and seduce me. I was trying to stop her but she wouldn't stop." Bruce said. I felt sick to my stomach. I hate this man.

"Very good try Mr. Ismay. I saw what happened. You were trying to kiss her. and I know my y/n she wouldn't betray me so. Now leave and go to your rooms before I call ship security. And never look in y/n's direction again." Thomas said. Bruce went pale and he nodded before he scurried away with Caledon behind him.

Thomas turned towards me and engulfed me in a tight hug. I relaxed against his chest and wrapped my arms around his waist. He rocked the two of us lightly and kissed my head before resting his cheek on my head.

"thank you Thomas. I didn't know what to do." I said.

"Y/n you don't need to thank me. I didn't mind, they shouldn't have done that and those two are cowards. All that's important is that you're safe and well. I still will call the officers and have them take care of the two but for now it's just you and me." Thomas told me.

"Thomas Caledon threatened me. They both did. They had a hand gun and they said that if I didn't give Mr. Ismay what he wanted that they would shoot me. Thomas I was so scared, I was certain I was going to be raped or die." I cried gently into Thomas' chest. Thomas pet my hair and cradled my body.

"I'm so sorry y/n. Let us go have a nice warm bath together then we can lay in bed. How does that sound?" He offered.

"I would like that."

"well then lets go, forget about them. They do not deserve to know your name. You are so precious and wonderful. You're my world y/n"

Thomas kissed me then took my hand and walked me to our state room. We had the bath then just laid in each others arms and fell asleep.

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Let’s Make Out Memories

pairing: Tom and Y/N

Warning: May include spice, making out and words that’ll make you blush (not THOSE words)

summary: Tom and Y/N filming the Yule ball scene in the Harry Potter 4th movie but then something spicy happens…

a/n: I’m truly sorry for being not active anymore. I just started taking breaks for the past few weeks and now, I feel motivated here on tumblr again. Anyways, I thank you @qrvmlfoy for choosing this since I convinced you to choose a oneshot for me to write. And for @slytherinqueenrose, I’m gonna write the rest of the other oneshot you requested, k? Love you all!

“Draco won’t be having much screen time tho” Tom said to one of the directors.

“Yeah but he’d be seen in the background. Y/N can start practicing the dance with you now.” The director patted Tom’s shoulders as Tom just chuckles.

“Yeah okay. Y/N, mind if we take a quick practice? I mean, I already got my feet ready that it’s excited to burst out of these polished shoes.” Tom smiled which caused me to laugh awkwardly.

“Yeah totally. Okay, let’s go to the ballroom.” I chuckled which made him smirk and grab my hand.

He lead me to the big, mesmerizing ballroom which made me distracted a lot. Well, of course, no one knows when I’d step on his foot every time.

We started taking it slow, slow dancing. Which made the feeling so joyful. I haven’t felt this joy for a while since I’ve been busy filming with Tom.

Later then, he started twirling me around as if I was a princess and a ballerina at the same time.

“Tom, you’re gonna make me dizzy.” I whispered which made him laugh.

“You’re too irresistible, do you know that?” He whispered back, grabbing my waist with his right hand and his left hand grabbing my chin.

“Tom..” I mumbled but he just forms a grin.

“There’s loads of people here so.. Do you mind?” He signaled me to go to the toilet in the corner of the ball.

“Tom, we still have to film. Maybe later?” I tried to convince but he just pouts.

“You’re no fun” He whispered which I rolled my eyes at.

“Yeah whatever.” I went to Emma and Daniel who was busy practicing their lines.

*A FEW HOURS LATER*

“Gosh! Did you really have to pick me up and spin me?” I whispered-yelled to Tom.

“Well, don’t blame me. The director told.” He grabs a chocolate and munches it while fixing his bow tie.

“Typical Tom.” I rolled my eyes.

“Okay okay break time over! Back to dancing!” The director said.

Me and Tom came in position, hand in hand and my head on his shoulder.

The dance was again slow but then we started going in circles, him twirling me around and do some salsa.

To be honest, I loved this day. The way Tom would dance with me is enough to fill my heart with joy. This is what I always wanted. Happiness.

“Do you still wanna dance or?.. Go to the toilet?” He asked, smirking while whispering it to my ear.

“You know what? I feel bad for you so, I’m going to the toilet you’ve been begging to go.” I grabbed his hand and lead him to the bathroom.

His smirk grew wider before locking the bathroom door.

“Don’t go too far tho.” I placed my arms around his neck as he lowly laughs.

“I can’t promise or swear that.” He pulled me into a kiss which, I gladly did as well.

We both loved each other. Ever since the beginning and ever since we met. We knew we were a match.

He then started playing my mouth with his tongue. I was surprised on how he managed to fight the dominance between us but I didn’t mind.

He started pinning me against the wall, removing his white suit in a rush.

“Tom.. I told you not to take it too far..” I whispered, in between kisses.

“Darling. I just can’t resist you. I told you, you’re irresistible. You’re so goddamn perfect, Y/N. I love you a lot. And if you love me back, I love you even more.” He said before pulling out from the kiss and then started kissing my neck.

Before I could even moan out, someone came inside the bathroom.

“OH MY GOD- I AM SO SORRY.” Emma said before she immediately left.

“That was-“ I got cut off by Tom.

“-Awkward.”

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This is my Fucking Wedding Day | Tommy Shelby

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: No

Warnings: Swearing. S/N - Sister's Name, S/H - Sister's Husband, E/C - Eye Colour.

Word Count: 1,272

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Standing in a slip and stockings with her makeup freshly applied, Y/N tells her mother, "I need to see Tommy."  

"You're well aware that you cannot see him right now. It is unlucky for the groom to see his bride in her wedding gown before she walks down the aisle," Her mother makes her objections known.  

"Have you forgotten who Tommy is?" She inquires while casting a wary gaze at her mother. "That man creates his own bad luck; he doesn't need a ridiculous superstition to create it for him. And also, I won't be wearing my wedding gown."  

"And you still want to marry him? I thought he was a gypsy. Doesn't he believe in such 'ridiculous' superstitions?"  

"You wouldn't need to ask that question if you actually took the time to get to know him," Y/N scolds her. She stops her seamstress from bringing her gown to her, asking for her silk robe instead.  

Her mother has never been accepting of Tommy, and her entire family disapproves of the Birmingham gangster, who will soon become her husband. Her mother and father have no trouble reminding her that Tommy isn't good enough for her, that all he brings is trouble and death, and that she'll be the next to perish, whether it's by his hands or by an enemy that he's enraged. However, despite what others say and have said, she has continued her relationship with the man she loves so deeply.  

She acknowledges that Thomas Shelby isn't a flawless man, but she also believes that he has wonderful qualities and those qualities have led her to fall so in love with him.  

Her father and siblings despise Tommy so much that they refused to attend her wedding. Its broke Y/N's heart when they couldn't even pretend to be happy for her. At least her mother was trying to try for her. Her mother knew she would feel regret and shame for missing her youngest daughter's most important day. Not to mention, she doesn't want to appear prejudiced. The older woman also wed a man that her family didn't approve.  

She defends Tommy and their relationship by saying, "I know he's not perfect like S/N's husband, but I am in love with Tommy, and he loves me."  

The fact that her sister had become pregnant with Andrew, her oldest nephew, after only knowing her husband for two months made it clear why she had wed him. S/H, her husband, is a renowned attorney who is adored by everyone and well regarded in his legal community. Their marriage was good, and they made it work but the only love they shared was the mutual love they had for their children they had together when they tried to make it work, romantically.  

"Now, could you kindly hand me my robe?" she asks, growing irritated with her mother's constant putting down of her soon-to-be husband. The seamstress brought the silk robe to Y/N's mother who handed it to her with a disapproving glare.  

There are times when Y/N's mother regrets being as headstrong and stubborn as she is since now, she has a daughter who is just like her. As a child, Y/N was always the one who resembled her the most since she was independent, headstrong, outspoken and free-spirited. Y/N carried some of those characteristics into adulthood. Those same characteristics helped her to tame her Peaky Blinder lover.  

Y/N pulls on her robe and ties the sash around her waist.  

"Your hair still has to be done," her mother calls after her as she walks toward the door.  

"I'll be back in a moment," She exits the room with a elegant boldness in her step and makes her way to the section of the church where Tommy, his brothers and the rest of his wedding party will be.  

Y/N is just about to knock on the door when Tommy's voice can be heard quite clearly above the others.  

"This is my fucking wedding day! I want you all to be on your best fucking behavior. My bride deserves to have her special day not ruined by anyone, including you lot. If anyone causes any fucking trouble, you will escort them as discreetly as possible out of the building and off the property. Gentlemen, this is not the day for violence. It is a day for celebration. If any of you start fighting, I'll fucking kill you myself. Do you understand what I am saying?"  

Tommy's speech is followed by a chorus of "yes boss."  

She knocks on the door and stands outside the room until someone opens it. She doesn't want to make a spectacle or grab anybody's attention by just being in her robe and a slip. She beams when she sees Finn, who has a surprised expression on his face when he realizes it's his soon-to-be sister-in-law. The youngest Shelby brother is by far her favourite among her in-laws, but she wouldn't admit it to anybody but Tommy. Though he aspires to be just like his brothers, he has never lost the innocence he's carried right through his childhood.   

"Miss Y/L/N, you're not supposed to be here."  

"I am aware, but I need to speak with Tommy. It won't take long, I swear" she promises the teenager. "Would you kindly get him for me?"  

"I can't say no to you, can I?" He chuckles softly and closes the door.  

A few seconds later, Tommy rushes out the door, a worried look on his handsome face. He stops in front of her and reaches for her waist. "Is everything all right?"  

She responds smiling, placing her hand on his face, softly caressing his cheek with her thumb as she looks into his breathtakingly gorgeous blue eyes, which had captured her interest since she first saw him in London three years ago.   

"Everything is perfect, Thomas, but there is something I need to tell you. I've been trying since yesterday morning, but we haven't had a moment alone to ourselves."  

"We're alone now, so what is it?" His voice is gentle and soothing.  

She takes one of his hands from around her waist and moves it toward her lower abdomen. "I learned that the illness I've been experiencing is not just pre-wedding nerves. I saw the doctor the day before yesterday after Polly made a remark about my body changing. Tommy, I'm pregnant."  

"You're pregnant?" His eyes widen in astonishment, yet his lips have a trace of a smile. "You're pregnant!"  

He continues to smile from ear to ear as he ends the kiss. "It's fortunate that our wedding is today. It's one less thing we have to worry about before the baby arrives."  

She looks at him with such affection in her E/C eyes that she lets out a soft giggle at what he said. "I love you, Mr. Shelby."  

"I love you as well, Mrs. Shelby," He responds leaning in to kiss her again.  

She leans in close to his lips and murmurs, "I'm not Mrs. Shelby quite yet."  

"It's just a matter of time," he replies before pressing his lips against hers and kissing her passionately, wanting nothing more than for their wedding to begin so she may become Mrs. Thomas Shelby.  

"Oi, you two leave it for the honeymoon, yeah?" Arthur's gruff voice broke the almost newlyweds apart. "Now Miss Y/L/N, I don't mean to sound rude, but you best be off to finish getting ready."  

"I'm on my way," she tells the oldest Shelby brother as she steps back from Thomas and leaves to go back to her chamber, leaving the two brothers to finish getting ready themselves. 

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Telling Them

pairing: jake ‘hangman’ seresin x wife!reader

characters: jake seresin, y/n seresin, grayson seresin, kennedy seresin, dagger squad, penny benjamin, dr andrews

warnings: third person pov, she/her pronouns used, language, car crash mentioned, hospitals, mentions of surgey, mentions of family medical history (addiction to pain meds), talks of recovery methods, description of injuries, i believe that is it

word count: ~2.3k

a/n: 2/3 (this is a three part story -- however i might expand on it if you guys want)

loose summary: after nearly losing grayson, things are really put in perspective for jake and he realizes that the daggers are family too.

pt 1  pt 3

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“I think I wanna tell the squad.”

“What?” Y/N asked, except she heard him perfectly well.

Jake had just always wanted to keep his family private, it was how he protected them. Despite her wanting to get to know his coworkers, she respected her husband and understood where he was coming from. So his sudden confession confused her.

Jake sighed and held his wife’s hands. “I know, I know. I’ve always wanted to keep you and the kids private. But we could’ve lost Grayson today… We were having an emergency and you couldn’t get a hold of me or Javy. Then you apologized for coming to base to get me, you shouldn’t have to do that. Javy kinda knocked some sense into me earlier, said that the squad was worried when I left. A hoard of text on my phone confirmed that.” He took a deep breath.

“I want you and the kids to be able to lean on anyone on that team. I’ve trusted this team more than any other squadron I’ve been on.” “That’s saying something.” Jake chuckled, “Damn straight it is.”

He sighed, “I realized that if we had lost-” Emotion lumped in his throat. “If this had turned out any other way, they would have no idea that anything was wrong or why I wasn’t at work or why I was a bigger asshole than normal. I couldn’t mourn properly, because they would have no idea. And if I were to burn in…” He trailed off, but she knew what he was saying.

“So, I want you to meet them. I want them to get to know the kids. I want them to come to Grayson and Kennedy’s games. I want to expand the family, bring in a few strays.”

Y/N laughed, “Don’t let the princess hear you say that, she’ll think we’re getting a puppy.” Jake chuckled and kissed her knuckles, leaning his forehead on hers. “What do you say, my Queen?”

She nodded against him, “Let’s do it. But can it wait until we have Grayson at home? I’d hate for their first meeting to be in the hospital.” Jake nodded and kissed her forehead, “Of course, baby. Gives me time to drop subtle hints.”

Y/N pulled back, raising a brow, “You? Jacob Thomas Seresin, subtle? When are you ever subtle?” He rolled his eyes, “Hush.” Jake pecked her lips, “I’ll go get the doctor.” “Okay, I’ll give Javy and Mav a call, let them know he’s awake.”

Jake walked down the hall and Y/N took out her phone, calling Javy, not realizing what time it was.

“Hello?” “Javy- oh shit, did I wake you up?” “Yeah, but it’s fine. How’s Grayson?” She nodded, smiling, “He’s awake. He’s aware and is probably ready to get out of here.” “How’s Kennedy?” “She’s just glad to see that her brother’s awake,” she peaked in the window, seeing her daughter tucked under her son’s arm as she told him a story.

“How are you?” She sighed, “I’m better. Way better than before now that I know he’s okay. I’m just worried what this will mean for him. He’s already tried out and made the football team here, he probably won’t get to play this season, but it’s only his junior year so hopefully he’ll get to play his senior year.” “Hopefully he recovers like his mom,” Javy joked. She scoff laughed, “Yeah, fingers crossed.”

Javy sighed, “How’s Jake?” She bit her lip and looked down the hall in the direction her husband went. “Same as me, better now that he knows Grayson’s okay. But,” she took in a breath. “He wants to introduce the squad.”

Javy smiled on the other end, “When? Where? What time?” Y/N chuckled at her friend's enthusiasm. “Probably not until Grayson’s out of the hospital and is settled back at home with a routine. I’d hate for the first meeting to be in a hospital. Him being hurt isn’t ideal… but it helped put things into perspective for Jake. He’s so protective of his private life, has been since high school. We both know that.” Javy nodded.

“Hey, did Mav come by?” Coyote changed the subject. “Yeah, gave Jake the next few days off. He said he was gonna give subtle hints, but we know him.” Javy laughed, “Yes, yes we do.”

Y/N heard footsteps and looked to see Jake walking with the doctor. “I’ll let you go back to sleep, J.” “I’ll come by tomorrow after training,” he said, leaving no room for argument. “Okay, goodnight Javy.” “Goodnight, Y/N.” She hung up and sent Maverick a text.

Once the doctor and Jake got to her, they went into the room.

“Good to see you awake, Grayson. I’m Doctor Andrews. How are you feeling? Any pain?” Jake and Y/N went to the left side of the bed, Y/N’s hand lightly gripping her son’s.

“My ribs hurt a little, legs are definitely hurting,” Grayson told him, shifting a little.

Y/N moved over to the right side of the bed, “Kenni, come here sister.” She held her hands out as her daughter leaned into her brother. “Wanna stay with Gray…” Y/N sighed, “I know you do, Princess. But the doctor needs to make sure bubba’s okay. He can’t work around you, honey.”

Kennedy narrowed her (e/c) eyes at the doctor before looking back at her mom, “Is he nice?” Y/N smiled and nodded, “Yes, Kennedy, he’s nice.” The five year old sighed, “Okay.” She kissed her brother's cheek before holding her arms out for her mother. Y/N gathered her up and went back to Jake’s side, the little girl instantly wanting to go to her father.

They spent the rest of that time going over the treatment options and timelines.

“Okay, so we’re probably going to have to keep you here for about five days. Just to make sure everything’s okay. Do we have a preference for pain medication? Currently we’ve got you hooked up to morphine.” Grayson glanced at Y/N, not sure what to say. “We try to stay away from opioids as best we can. If it’s unavoidable then we understand.”

Doctor Andrews nodded, “Has anyone in the family had trouble with addictions in the past?” “No, not that we are aware of,” Jake answered. He nodded again, “Okay, so we’ll definitely look into our options and run them by you. Do you have any questions while I’m here?”

Y/N looked at her son, who shifted a little in the bed.

“Um… Sports? Will I ever get to play again? Or am I done?” Andrews sighed, “Well, everything will depend on the recovery. I’m afraid this football season, possibly basketball season, will have to miss you. But hopefully we can have you back by baseball season.”

“How long is the recovery?” “Four to six months for the femur, sometimes the ACL can take as long as nine, but everyone is different.” Grayson nodded. “Thank you, Doc.” He gave the Seresins a smile, “Of course, get some rest. We’ll talk more tomorrow.”

Grayson rubbed his face, groaning a little. “What is it?” Y/N asked. “It’s just – four to six months? Gosh, that sounds like forever.” “It’ll be over before you know it, kid. You just gotta work during the recovery,” Jake said, nodding down to Grayson’s legs that were in braces.

Moving curls out of his face, Y/N spoke, “Gray, we will be with you every step of the way. It’ll be hard, but you can do it.”

She gestured to her own leg, “I tore my ACL my sophomore year of high school, I get it. You’ll want to jump right back in once you’re healed, but you can’t. You have to be careful until you’re properly healed, because if you aren’t you might cause more damage. If your body tells you to rest, listen to it.” Grayson nodded, yawning a little, “Yes ma’am.” Smiling at her son, she kissed his forehead, “Get some rest. We’ll be here when you wake up.”

Jake smiled and ruffled his hair, adjusting Kennedy so she could kiss her brother’s cheek. “Night bubba.” “Night sister.”

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Two days later, Jake was back on base and, since Grayson was only 16, Y/N stayed at the hospital with him. Kennedy stayed at Penny’s getting pampered by Amelia.

As expected, everyone asked Jake if everything was okay. He just nodded and went on as usual. Of course he was still worried, but he was a dad; it’s expected. But people took Jake at his word.

And Jake, in his best attempts to be subtle, had moved his wedding band from his truck to his dog tags and wore his watch lower on his left wrist, to show the initials tattooed there. He also didn’t try to hide his phone as much, knowing his friends were a little nosy.

“Hangman, is that your niece? She’s adorable, what’s her name?” Fanboy asked as he sat beside Jake at lunch. Jake just smiled, “Her name is Kennedy. We call her Ken or Kenni.”

“Wait, let us see!” Phoenix said, gesturing for him to turn the phone around. He proudly did so, showing everyone at the table his daughter. “How old is she?” Rooster asked as he washed down his food. “She’s five, she was about 3 in that photo though. Just popped up in my memories on Facebook.”

They were too busy fawning over how cute Kennedy was that they didn’t catch the dodged ‘niece’ question.

Now, the Dagger squad was not stupid and they were trained to notice things. But does that mean they caught everything? Absolutely not.

But, Bob, being ever the wallflower, noticed the tattoo the next day when Jake took off his watch to shower.

“Who’s ‘(f/i) S’?” Jake smiled and rubbed the pad of his thumb over the two letters. “Sorry, that-” “No, Bob, it’s okay. If I didn’t want you to see it, you wouldn’t have seen it.” The WSO relaxed, “I take it they mean a lot to you?” Jake decided to keep it vague, just for suspense, “They mean the world to me.” Bob smiled and clapped Jake on the shoulder before leaving the room.

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Four days into Grayson’s stay at the hospital and two days since Jake has been back at work, the squad went to the Hard Deck. But Jake wasn’t really there, his mind was on Y/N, Grayson, and Kennedy.

“Hey, Hangman, you okay?” Penny asked as she came over with his beer. “Yeah, yeah.” She arched a challenging brow and he caved. “Okay, maybe I’m still just a little shaken up. But Grayson’s okay, he’s coming home tomorrow. I just- Gah I don’t know…” Penny sympathetically smiled at him.

He changed the subject, “How’s Kennedy doing? She handlin’ it okay?” Penny nodded, “Yeah, Amelia is doing a good job at keeping her distracted. Tea parties, make-overs, the whole nine.” Jake smiled, “Yeah, Y/N’s shown me the photos.” “She keeps asking for Grayson though, she wants to visit him all the time. But if it’s past visiting hours they’ll face time.” He nodded, swallowing a little bit, “Yeah, that girl loves her brother. It’s-”

“Hangman! You ready to get your ass kicked?” Jake turned, “In your dreams, Fitch! Give me a minute!” He turned back to Penny, pulling his wallet out, “Close my tab, please. I’m heading out after this.”

Penny nodded and took the cash, gesturing to the squad “When are you gonna tell them?” He glanced back over his shoulder at the group before turning back, “Tonight, actually. Grayson comes home after an exam tomorrow afternoon. We plan on doing a cookout.” Penny smiled, “Good luck.” “Thanks,” he smiled and pushed off the bar, sauntering over to the squad.

He grabbed the pool cue offered and broke the triangle. “Hey, I’m heading out after this-” “What? You never leave first.” He just shrugged and lined up his shot, potting a solid. “As I was saying, I’m leaving after this. I was wondering if you guys were free this Saturday.” Cyclone, Warlock, and Mav knew Jake’s plan and gave everyone Saturday off.

The squad shared a look and nodded, saying they were free. “Yeah, why?” Jake smirked, eyes staying on the pool table, “My wife and I were planning to have a cookout, so I’m inviting you guys.” “Wife? You’re married?!” Rooster asked, choking on his drink. Jake nodded, “I believe I said wife. Didn’t I Coyote?” Coyote smirked as well, “Yeah, you did.”

Before anyone could ask ridiculous questions, Bob spoke up first, “How long have you been married?” “15 years in September,” Jake smiled, eyeing the gold band that was now on his finger. He’d put it on a few minutes ago while he waited for Penny to get his drink. “15? How have you kept it a secret for so long?” Fanboy asked. Jake shrugged, “When something’s mine I hate to share it.”

“Do you have kids?” Rooster asked. Jake nodded, “Yeah, two. A son, Grayson, and a daughter, Kennedy.” Their jaws dropped. “I thought she was your niece,” Payback asked. Jake shook his head, leaning down to take his shot, “Nope, never said that.”

Jake took a few more shots before sitting on a barstool while Payback took his. “So, are you guys in or what? I need to know how much food to get.” They all nodded. “I can’t believe you let me drown in testosterone when you had a little girl and a wife. I don’t think I could ever forgive you,” Phoenix said, crossing her arms while narrowing her eyes. “I’ll learn to live with that.”

Bob spoke up again, a little more hesitant this time. “What happened last Saturday?” Jake sighed and stood up, “Grayson was in a car accident.” 

When everyone jumped to ask questions,  he held his hands up. 

“He’s okay. But he’s been in the hospital the past few days for observation, but he’s coming home tomorrow. The cookout is really for you guys to come meet them and get to know them a little bit. Y/N didn’t want y’all to meet in the hospital.”

The group nodded, “We’re in.”

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hiiiii! i’m happy you’re here! 

the squad knows now! how do you think the cookout is going to go? what might happened when the squad learns grayson is a 16 year-old? 

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Scream for Me - Rafe Cameron Ghostface! x reader PART 1

Warnings: none

Scream For Me Masterlist

"I'm thinking about not letting her go to school tomorrow!" You could hear your parents, most likely talking about the recent serial murders occurring throughout the Outerbanks. Even though the killer seemed to be a bit of a slacker, the police had no leads on who it could be.

"Honey, we can't just keep her home! Besides, he's only killed at night, she'd be perfectly safe."

"How do you know it's a he?"

"I don't know honey, but there isn't anything we can do."

As you listened to your parents talk about the OBX killer, your nerves settled in your stomach. You didn't want to be out and about while there was a serial killer on the loose, but what could you do? Senior year of high school with only three weeks left of the year? That would not be ruined by some asshole with a knife and anger issues. You walked down the stairs, which silenced your parents, putting an end to the conversation.

...

"So who do we think it is." You were sitting at lunch with your friends, and the hot April weather called for more relaxed uniforms and unbuttoned shirts. Kenzie, your friend was fanning herself with her homework while sipping on her water. Her question made your face scrunch.

"Why do we have to talk about this?"

"C'mon, don't you have your theories?" She leaned closer to you. "I think it's one of the pogues. If he's only killing kooks, it has to be, right?" Your eyes roll in response.

"Kenz, I don't know." You continue eating your lunch.

"You're no fun."

...

Later that day you and Kenzie went to the country club to work on homework. It seems all she could talk about was the OBX Killer.

"The victims have all been rich guys who have done terrible things. Arnold Norris was stealing money from his company, Andrew Williams had several affairs, Thomas Carlson did-"

"Kenz, calm down! You're almost yelling!" Her face flushed as she glanced around the country club, meeting the eyes of a few curious patrons.

Including the OBX Killer himself, Rafe Cameron. He was lounging at the bar with his friends, acting like he was getting increasingly drunk along with them but had secretly been listening to your conversation for the past several minutes. He grinned to himself, your little friend was acting like such a sleuth and hadn't even thought that a kook could be the killer at school earlier either.

Yes, Rafe had been listening closely to that conversation as well. In fact, he was always keeping tabs on you. He shared many classes with you and had always been drawn to you, though he didn't know why.

But he didn't want to kill you.

He had his reasons for the murders. All of the men deserved it.

He wanted you for different reasons. Rafe decided he would make his first move tonight.

...

Your parents were working late and you were alone in your house. The music playing from your phone drowned out any noises from outside. The pasta cooking on the stove was almost finished when the music cut out and your phone started ringing.

The number was blocked but you thought nothing of it until you heard the distorted voice on the other side.

"Hello, sweetheart." As soon as you heard it, your heart stopped, the wooden spoon you were holding clattering to the floor. "Didn't mean to scare you." You were stunned.

Out of all the people in the Outerbanks, all of the big businessmen, why were you the next victim? Your hands were shaky as you glanced around your home. Searching through the night to see if you could see him. See anything.

"Trying to find me?" The laugh that rang out chilled you to the bone. "You're adorable." The condescending words did nothing to appease your fear. "Why are you so scared?"

"Why me?" The silence on the other end is loud. "All of your other victims have been men who've done awful things. So why-"

Rafe cuts you off.

"Who said you were my victim, sweetheart? You're my new friend."

It's your turn to be speechless.

The distorted voice begins again.

"Unless you tell the cops about our little conversation, then you'll be my victim. Do you understand, Y/N?" Something about him saying your name makes you agree right away.

"I understand."

The laugh rings out again before he speaks one more time.

"Talk to you tomorrow, sweetheart."

Then, the low beep of the line disconnecting fills your ears.

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I'm so so sorry that this took so long, I've been going through it mentally and had no time to write. I'll roll these out as quickly as possible.

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I just saw your post about requests…perhaps an Andrew x Reader, where he is very obviously infatuated with the reader and the disciples (especially Simon and John [the baptizer]) tease him a bit?

yesyes this is so cute,, i didnt really know how to include john the baptizer so i didnt sorry 😥

andrew x reader ·˚ ༘₊·꒰➳: ̗̀➛

Andrew had been sent with the task of collecting more fire wood. He had been gone an hour and only found two suitable pieces. That's probably because every so often he would look up to the sound of your laughter and completely forget what he was doing.

You had been sitting with Ramah by the slowly dwindling fire. Andrew so badly wanted to know what was making you laugh that much. Sighing, he went to pick up another piece but ended up looking right back at you as you started shushing Ramah with wide eyes. You then look toward Andrew.

He turned bright red, looking like a deer caught in headlights. He hoped you couldn't tell. You waved at him with a small smile before turning back to your conversation. His heart tugged.

"You should tell her. Although I'm pretty sure she knows by now," Simon teased.

Andrew looked up. When did his brother get here?

"I don't know what you're talking about," Andrew huffed, and turned to look for more wood.

"Uh huh, 'course you don't."

It was quiet between the two for a few moments before Simon spoke again. He made his voice awfully high.

"Y/n is so pretty. I want to marry Y/n. Have you seen Y/n-"

"What are you doing?! She's right there! She's gonna hear you! Why are you making your voice like that?" Andrew asked with wide eyes, pushing his brother.

"I'm your inner voice," Simon said, crossing his arms. "That's what you sound like."

"I do not!" Funnily enough, when Andrew got upset or embarrassed, his voice did get increasingly higher.

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The next day, Andrew woke up early. Far earlier than he would've liked; but because he couldn't fall back asleep, he went to take a walk. When he left his tent, he saw you just a few feet away.

"Shalom Andrew. Did you sleep well?"

You were sitting by a tree sorting through a basket of different fruits.

"Shalom Y/n. I slept fine," Andrew cringed at how awkward he sounded. He wished he were more outgoing, like Thomas was with Ramah.

"Would you like to sit with me?" You asked, patting the spot next to you. Andrew nodded and you noticed his cheeks go pink. Nobody spoke for a few moments. For you, it was a comforting silence. For Andrew, it was the exact opposite. He was screaming at himself in his head, trying to find something to say.

Finally, Andrew opened his mouth but was cut short when Nathaniel emerged from his tent. He rose his eyebrows at Andrew, a grin on his face.

"Well don't you two look cozy."

Andrew shot a glare at him.

"Good morning Nathaniel," you chirped. "Care to join us?"

"I would love to Y/n, but I'm afraid Andrew wouldn't like that." Before either one of you could say anything, Nathaniel laughed and walked off.

·˚ ༘₊·꒰➳: ̗̀·˚ ༘

One by one, the rest of the group awoke and joined the two of you. Andrew didn't know if he was relieved by this or not.

"Is there something wrong with Y/n?" Matthew came up to Andrew, who had strayed a little ways from everyone.

"What? No?"

"Oh," Matthew furrowed his brows, deep in thought. "You stare at her a lot. I thought something might've been wrong."

"Oh- no, I-" Thank you Matthew, for being so good at picking up on social cues, Andrew thought helplessly, not knowing what to say.

Andrew heard two people laughing from behind him: the Sons of Thunder.

"Y/n doesn't have a problem, Matthew. But Andrew does."

"Yeah, it's being scared of girls," John added onto his brother.

Poor Matthew looked even more confused. "Really?"

"No, Matthew. I am not scared of girls," he glared at the brothers.

"You're right, you're just scared of Y/n."

"What about me?" You walked towards the group.

Andrew groaned internally. Great. "Nothing Y/n, James and John are just being annoying."

"What else is new?" You grinned at him.

"Hey!" The two said in unison. John then whispered something into Andrew's ear, which made him go very red, before dragging away Matthew and James.

"Simon told me you had something very important to tell me."

"Of course he did," Andrew muttered to himself.

"Soooo..?" You said after Andrew didn't continue.

"Um, well I wanted to tell you-..." He scratched the back of his head. How is he supposed to just outright say that he's completely infatuated with you?

"Oh, I know."

"What?"

"That you like me? I know that," you grinned at him. It was painfully obvious.

Andrew opened his mouth then closed it right back up, so you took it as a sign to continue. "You're very readable. You stare at me. A lot. You turn red whenever I talk to you. You avoid eye contact. It was easy to put two and two together."

"Also John told me," you added.

You don't think you've ever seen Andrew so flushed.

When he registered what you had said, he immediately started apologizing, "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable or anything. I didn't mean to stare-"

"I like you too."

"I just thought- Well, you're just really pretty and kind and funny and I don't know. I understand if you-"

"Andrew, I like you," you repeat, though he doesn't seem to hear you.

"I hope this doesn't ruin our friendship or anything. If-"

Clearly he wasn't listening. After a few more seconds of his rambling, you decide to kiss him. It was pretty effective too as he immediately shut up. He stood still for a few moments, his mind trying to catch up with his body, before closing his eyes and kissing you back.

The two of you pull away slightly, foreheads resting against one another. This time your face is bright red too.

"Maybe I should have started with that," you whisper, smiling at him sheepishly.

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Thomas Andrew x reader - After The Sinking

Summary: Thomas and the reader fell in love on the Titanic. When the ship went down the reader managed to get him off the ship with her. Now the two are still in love and have decent lives.

Warnings: mentions of death, some sadness, but fluff in all.

(Special thanks to @automaticlawyersportsuniversity for requesting this! If any of you have an request please send it in!💙)

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“Please my dear, please go onto the lifeboat you will be safe. Live your life.” Thomas pleaded with me as I cried. The ship was sinking. Something we all thought would never happen. He held my forearms gently and was trying to convince me to go on the lifeboat.

But I didn’t want to. I wanted to stay with Thomas to be with him. Over the past three days we had fallen in love. I couldn’t leave him. Our love needed to last and flourish.

“Thomas I’m staying with you. I love you I can’t leave you.” I told him through tears. He looked over to one of his officers and then gave me a deep and passionate kiss. He pulled away slowly and handed me off to officer Murdoch. Then he disappeared into the crowd of people.

I fought against Mr.Murdoch’s grip but soon gave up as I grew weak and heartbroken. I let Murdoch place me into the lifeboat and he watched me carefully as the boat was lowered onto the water. But when the boat reached the second floor I let my love win over my life.

I jumped onto the second platform and hung from the rail. A man helped me back onto the ship and I thanked him quickly before running to Thomas’ stateroom. Where I knew he would be.

I burst through the door and saw him standing in front of the fire, looking at the painting above the fireplace.

“Thomas!” I cried as I ran to my love. He turned around and let out a small cry as he saw me. He caught me and hugged me so tightly. He cried into my head and I cried into his chest.

“Why did you get off the boat?” He whispered. I pulled away too look him in the eye.

“I couldn’t leave you Thomas. I love you so much. If you die I die. I’m not doing anything with you.” I said. Thomas kissed me again and turned back to his clock, his hand still grasping mine.

He looked at his pocket watched then fixed the small clock on the fireplace. He turned towards me and tucked my wet hair behind my ear. He cupped my face with his hands and looked at me lovingly.

“Please Thomas, leave with me. We can have a life together. A life like we talked about the first night we met. Please Thomas.” I whispered. Thomas let tears fall from his eyes and he hugged me tightly once again.

“I’ve failed all these people. This is all my fault. Im so sorry I couldn’t have built you a better ship sweet y/n.” He cried. I shook my head and squeezed his body lightly.

“It’s not your fault Thomas. Nobody could have predicted this would happen. But let’s tell everyone that, it’s not your fault. If anything it’s Ismays. You will be okay, i will be with you. Now let’s go so we can be together and tell people your story.” I told him. He nodded and we kissed again before we walked back to the lifeboats, hand in hand.

We got our spots in a lifeboat and an officer gave us a blanket. Thomas opened it and wrapped it around my body. I saw him shaking and wrapped one side around his. We were squished together and I had my head on his shoulder with my arms around his waist. His arm rested around mine and we tried to save all the warmth between us.

When we made it to the other ship, they gave us warm drinks which helped me a lot. I was freezing and so was Thomas. We both sat on a bench with individual blankets wrapped around us. A officer came up to us with a clipboard and pen.

“Can I get your names please?” He asked.

“Thomas Andrews.” Thomas replied quietly. I grabbed his hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

“Y/n Andrews.” I said.

The officer nodded and left while he wrote our names down. Thomas looked over to me with a confused look on his face.

“I want to have your last name Thomas. I want you to marry me.” I told him. He kissed me deeply.

“I want to marry you too.”

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The sinking happened two years ago. Me and Thomas have married but have not had any kids. We’ve tried but I just never got pregnant. (We still try of course.)

Our lives are decent now. We are both still rich and Thomas was able to face to press and explain the situation. Only a small bit of backlash happened, most people understood.

Recently we had just found out that our friends Harold Lowe, Rose Dawson, Margret Brown, Ruth Dewitt Bukater, Bruce Isamy and Caledon Hockley survived. Rose had changed her name and I was informed that Jack had died.

Me and rose were close, we both didn’t want to be controlled. We were also both 17. Me and Harold are close too, he lives in the same town me and Thomas do. He got married and he has a beautiful daughter. Margret is living her life as normal as are Ruth and Bruce. Caledon married another women but they soon divorced. Ruth is upset that rose left her but who can blame rose. Me and thomas never liked Ruth, Caledon or Bruce.

Currently, me and Thomas are sitting in our tea room with Harold and his wife. His daughter was sleeping on our couch. We were talking about anything but soon the titanic got brought up.

“How are you two holding up from the sinking? I never asked.” Harold asked us. The room got silent. And I straightened up and looked at thomas. His face was calm but his hand started to shake. Thomas still has nightmare about the sinking. He tells me that they are about me dying.

“I’m getting better, thank you Harold.” I replied with a smile. Me and Harold’s wife locked eyes and smiled to one another.

“I’ve been doing well Harold.” Thomas said in a quiet voice. Harold nodded and we continued with our tea.

When Harold and his family left, me and thomas went up to our bedroom. Thomas took a bath and I laid in bed. When thomas arrived in bed he cuddled up beside me and draped the blanket over our bodies.

“Thomas.” I said.

“Yes love?”

“Are you mad that we haven’t had a baby yet?” I asked him.

“No of course not, we are still trying. I wouldn’t never be made about that.” He said and gently kissed me.

“Can we try again. Right now.” I said. He nodded and that’s what we did that night. Tried to have a baby.

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It’s been four months since that night and I’m now four months pregnant. Thomas is thrilled and we are planning. Harold and his wife are very happy too. Harold’s wife is pregnant again but only in her first month.

Thomas is very excited to have a family with me. One night I asked him if he regretted not going down with the titanic. And he said no. He said that he would have never been able to cherish me like he has these two years.

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Me and thomas ended up having four kids. Three boys and one girl. Thomas died in 1951 at age 78. I never remarried. I died in 1965 at age 70. Thomas managed to live to see his first five grandchildren be born. I managed to see all my grandchildren reach the age of at least seven.

Me and Thomas are together again. With all of our friends, our friends that died on the ship and later in life. But we are together and at peace with people we love.

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It Had To Be You: Chapter 2 - Pour myself a cup of ambition

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Pairings: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader (also features Thomas Dorset x fem!reader, Benedict Bridgerton x Tessa), Modern AU

Chapter Summary: Set 5 years after Chapter 1 (linked above). As your job takes you abroad for the very first time, you bump into the last person you expect on another shared journey full of revelations.

artwork credit: @colettebronte

Warnings: none really… some sexual language, swear words, bickering, and flirting.

Word Count: 2.2k

Authors Note: Unbetaed. Chapter 2 of my multi-chapter modern rom-com, heavily inspired by When Harry Met Sally. Sorry that it's taken a while to get this next part written. I hope you all enjoy! <3

7 years ago (5 Years Later)

You stand just before the security gates at St Pancras International, engaging in a rare PDA moment. But you justify to yourself that this is the first time you have had to go away on business since you started your new relationship three months ago, and this one seems like great potential. Dr Tom Dorset. Friendly, sweet, handsome and, so far at least, well-adjusted and emotionally mature. Your friends agree he’s quite the catch. And he is pretty fantastic in all sorts of other ways too. You certainly have no complaints in the bedroom.

Just as he whispers how much he will miss you and kisses that spot on your neck that makes you a little weak, your moment is interrupted.

“Tom? Tom Dorset? Is that you?”

There in front of you is the man you thought you would never see again. Looking a few years older and dressed better, but there’s no doubt who it is. You’d never forget those eyes.

“Ben? Ben Bridgerton?!” Tom seems delighted, and it occurs to you that they must be old friends as Tom takes his arms from around you and shakes his hand warmly. Just fucking great.

“I thought it was you! I haven't seen you for years! Was the last time when I came to Ant’s at Trinity?! What have you been up to?”

“Medical school mostly,” Tom offers demurely, then turns to you. “Oh, sorry, Ben, this is y/n y/l/n, y/n this is Ben Bridgerton; I was his brother’s roommate at Trinity College, Oxford.”

Ben’s eyes cut to you, and you see a confused look pass over his face; like you are familiar, but he can’t place why. 

“Well, I must get this train, but it was great to see you! Email me!” Ben smiles warmly, and with one last brow knit in your direction, he takes off. 

“Thank fuck he didn’t remember me,” you exhale loudly when he is out of earshot.

“Ben?” Tom looks confused.

“Yes, We drove from St Andrews to London together five years ago, and it was the worst road trip I think I've ever had,” you bemoan. “He was dating a friend of mine, and I agreed to split the drive. Urgh, it was terrible. He’s so obnoxious.”

Tom looks over your shoulder. “Well, looks like he just got on your train, honey, so umm, good luck with that,” he chuckles, bemused as you roll your eyes.

“Just fucking great,” you sigh sarcastically and plant your head on Tom’s shoulder as he draws you into his safe, warm embrace again. 

“I love you; I will miss you,” he says softly, cupping your jaw lovingly as he gently kisses your lips.

It's only the second time he has said it, and your heart flutters as you break into a huge smile. “I love you too. I will be back before you know it,” you promise, pulling him in for a passionate kiss you hope he will remember.

As you part, he exhales raggedly. “God, now I’ll miss you even more.”

“Mmm, that’s the point,” you whisper coquettishly and run a hand down his back, inside his coat, unseen by people around you. “Text me, sexy stuff,” you request quietly, then gently bite his bottom lip.

He groans, “Good god, woman, get on that train before I drag you somewhere or buy a ticket to join you.”

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You are still giggling and feeling so fizzy and light, like champagne is in your blood, as you skip onboard the train to Paris. Taking your seat in First Class that you’ve been assigned by work feels like such a luxury; excited to cover your first story abroad.

Your phone pings just as the train slips out of the station. Love you. Safe travels. Txx

You can’t help your little titter of happiness, and just as you go to type a reply, someone leans over from the seat diagonally behind you, across the aisle.

“I swear I recognise that giggle. The University of St Andrews?” 

It’s Ben. Of course, it is. Thanks for that fate.

“Yes,” you sigh, not turning around, annoyed he doesn't remember more detail. How could he possibly forget calling you beautiful? Your traitorous brain yells in your skull.

“Did we date?” he questions.

You can't help but almost snort at that. “Hell no!” You twist around. “You were dating my friend Gen. We drove to London together after term ended.”

“Oh, I remember now!” he smiles, “you wouldn't give me a Malteser.”

“You propositioned me!” you blurt out as you watch him pull an apple out of his bag.

“No, I didn't,” he laughs, “I just said you were beautiful,” and he takes a bite out of the fruit. “You still are, if it's any consolation,” he offers, around a mouthful.

“None whatsoever,” you fib, feeling your cheeks heat at the compliment. “And you still talk while you eat, like an animal,” you roll your eyes, barely believing how riled up you are from exchanging less than five sentences.

“Would you two like to sit together?” the man opposite you at the table offers.

“No, that's really not….” you begin.

“Yes, thanks!” Ben interrupts, and you scowl at him as he stands immediately, throwing his bag down next to you before swinging over as the man moves aside.

“So you were going to be a journalist?” he winks after he settles into the seat opposite you.

Up close now, he is still just as handsome as he was. Maybe more so, jaw more defined and smattered with stubble. The utter arsehole.

“I am a journalist. My internship at the Guardian turned into a job. I'm going to Paris to cover the climate summit,” you state proudly, squaring your shoulders a little. “You?”

“Visiting my fiancee,” he grins, and something twinges in your gut. Maybe getting tacos for lunch wasn’t a good idea.

“You are getting married? You?” you laugh in total disbelief.

And you are suddenly back in your old studio flat, hearing more about his player reputation. A few months after the drive to London, Gen came to crash on your sofa and commiserate her reentry to single life. She didn't seem that upset about the dalliance ending, to be fair, mostly about how much she’d miss the ‘fucking mind-blowing fucking’ as she had so indelicately put it. You can see the words floating like a speech bubble above her face in your mind “Y/n, I can live without the dick attitude, but damn, I don’t know that I wanna live without that dick, you know?” Then threw herself face-first into a cushion. You cut off her margaritas at that point. How much that had to do with not wanting to think about him and his member, you decided not to dwell on.

“Yes,” he cuts into your reverie. “Her name is Tessa. She's an artist too. She's Parisian.”

“Tres chic.”

“How long have you been with Dorset? Wait, don’t tell me. Let me guess,” he smirks.

You fold your arms and raise an eyebrow. “This ought to be good,” you mutter as much to yourself as to him.

“Hmm, three months?” 

Dammit. How did the bastard get it spot on?

“Why?” you try to bluff, but the victorious crooked grin that unfurls over his face shows he knows he's right without you having to say it.

“Goodbye before a trip. Classic three-month behaviour,” he opines, taking another huge bite of his apple.

“Glad to see your eating habits have at least got healthier,” you state dryly, trying to change tack.

“Tessa likes to eat healthily,” he explains with an almost dreamy expression. Part of you is already impressed by this woman you have never met who has turned the human rubbish bin into a more impressive version of a man. “Has he told you he loves you?” he queries, spittling just a speck of apple onto the table.

“Why is that ANY of your business?” you frown.

“Because if he hasn't, he's a fool,” he shrugs casually as if those words aren't some of the sweetest you’ve heard.

“Luckily, he’s no fool,” you respond, confirming without actually confirming.

He nods. “Good. Dorset is a good one. Don't ‘y/n’ him away,” he jests, using air quotes.

“What the fuck does that mean?” you spit, suddenly whiplash angry when just a few moments ago you were impressed with his sweetest.

“You can't smoke in my car. Eating that will kill you,” he adopts a high-pitched voice and waggles his head as he mocks you.

“Fuck you,” you grumble.

“I would have, happily, but you said no,” he winks, and you want to punch him.

“I thought you just denied propositioning me!” 

He just shrugs and laughs loudly. You can tell everyone around you is most amused by your back and forth, so instead, you shoot him a glare and then change tack, staring out of the window as the countryside of Kent zips by. So irritated you forget to text Tom back for another five minutes.

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“Do you know anyone in Paris?” he asks, pulling out an AirPod as you close your laptop sometime later. 

The train is somewhere under the Channel, and the darkness of the tunnel outside the window makes the train feel a touch more intimate, claustrophobic even.

“No,” you admit.

“How about Tessa and I take you out for dinner?” he proposes.

“Isn't tonight your first night together in a while?” you frown.

“Yeah… and?” he seems to be either not catching your train of thought or being intentionally obtuse, goading you into a trap to state the obvious.

“I would have thought you'd be otherwise occupied,” you arch an eyebrow pointedly.

“Oh…” he suddenly catches your drift and, rather adorably, a spot of pink dust his lovely cheekbones. OK, maybe not the latter.

“Certainly not wanting a third wheel, like me hanging around,” you point out meekly with a knowing smile.

“If that is your way of offering a threesome, I’m down,” he flirts, his voice suddenly velvet smooth, so much so the hairs on the back of your neck prickle up.

“God’s sake,” you mutter, feigning more indignation than you actually have.

“You're the one who told me about your lesbian experiences at uni!” he argues defensively.

“I was just trying to prove a point!” 

“Got to be honest, don't remember a damn thing except the visual that almost had me drive into a bus shelter,” he admits with a chuckle.

“And take out that delivery cyclist,” you remind, joining in.

There is a moment where your eyes meet in a joint nostalgia of amusement, and something feels softer between you.

“Listen, Tess’s brother is a chef at a great little bistro; we will almost certainly end up there anyway, as we usually always do. I'm sure she would be delighted for you to join us,” the sincerity of his offer touches you.

“Thanks, but I have to do some research ahead of tomorrow. I’ll probably just order room service and crash out,” you admit, knowing that is a lame response.

“Fair enough. Well, let's at least exchange numbers this time. Stay in touch? If you are at a loose end at any point, let me know, and we’ll happily give you a tour or just grab a drink?”

“Okay”, you capitulate and hand over your phone for him to punch in his number.

“Wonderful” he smiles genuinely, and his hazy eyes dance. “Are we finally becoming friends?” he teases gently as he seems to fiddle a little longer than needed to put in a few digits.

“I guess so,” you respond with a laugh.

He hands back your phone, and weirdly it's screen locked.

“Good, And as my very first act as your friend, may I make a comment you are not allowed to take offence to?” he questions, with an odd tone.

Your dander is suddenly way up. “Whatttt?” you elongate the word rife with suspicion.

He leans over the train table suddenly, and you startle as his lips are warm against the shell of your ear, your heart-rate spiking. “You have a fucking fantastic pair of tits,” he murmurs.

You splutter, shame, outrage and desire flooding your system in almost equal measure. Incapable of forming words, you sharply pull back into your seat and shoot him your most sour glare.

“Maybe don't hand your phone over when it’s open to the message thread with your boyfriend,” he chuckles.

You feel mortified, recalling the photo you'd texted Tom last night as a going-away present, and you are almost blinded as the train suddenly swoops out of the tunnel and sunlight floods into the compartment.

In fact, you are grateful that he gets a call just at that moment. It seems to last ages, and he wanders away, probably to find the buffet car, knowing him. By the time you see him making his way back through the carriage, the train is pulling into Gare Du Nord. You are on your feet and walking to the next carriage to alight. Not certain you can live down your embarrassment. 

There are a few moments as you wander around Paris over the next two days when your fingers itch to dial his number… but you never do, something always stopping you. Bizarrely, you think it might be the idea of meeting his fiancee, and you have no idea what that means, so avoidance seems like the best tactic.

After all, he’s probably moving to Paris soon, so really, what's the point?

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requesting guide

updated: 17.06.23

please make sure to read this before requesting anything — i'm hoping that you'll respect my boundaries on what am i comfortable with and with not writing.

MASTERLIST

I tend to curse often in my fics, and are usually comfortable with covering more serious topics, so make sure to check the content warning before hand. I always write warnings when I believe they're needed, but do let me know if you think something should be added!

also senders may request as many as they want <3

FORMS OF WRITING :

oneshot

imagine

headcanon

series

alphabet

I tend to write oneshots over 1000 words, so if you want feel free to specify if you want a long or short story.

CONTENT I WRITE :

fluff

angst

sensitive / triggering topics

gore

smut / spice

most tropes ( best at friends to lovers )

I'm pretty comfortable with writing sensitive topics as well as angst ( anyone who's read my works before will know that they're the things I write best ) however, if I'm not comfortable with the topic as a whole I will DM you, or possibly put it off for a while.

*If you have a writing prompt from somewhere as well, feel free to send it through !!

CHARACTERS :

male reader / ftm

gender neutral

genderfluid

original character

I do not write female readers / characters anymore. If there aren't specified pronouns then I will write it as a male character.

There are also some characters I only feel comfortable writing for with a male reader/character and vice versa, which I'll note who.

PAIRINGS :

love interests

platonic

family

polyamorous ships ; depends on the character

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE :

support of homophobia, transphobia, fatphobia, racism, sexism, pedophilia, incest ; if they're mentioned in a request in terms of the character being bullied / abused ( in the past ) then i may write it but NOT explicitly, only a mention

a pairing against a character's canon sexuality

rape

pregnancy

female reader

anime

WHO I WRITE FOR :

DEAD BOY DETECTIVES :

charles rowland

edwin payne

monty

niko sasaki ( not romantic )

crystal palace ( not romantic )

DESCENDANTS :

ben beast

harry hook

carlos de vil

jay

mal bertha

evie grimhilde

LOCKWOOD & CO :

anthony lockwood

lucy carlyle

george karim

quill kipps ( friends / family only )

MARAUDERS :

remus lupin

sirius black

regulus black

james potter

lily evans ( not romantic )

evan rosier

barty crouch jr

marlene mckinnon ( not romantic )

dorcas meadows ( not romantic )

pandora lovegood ( not romantic )

mary mcdonald ( not romantic )

MARVEL :

peter parker / spiderman ( tom and andrew )

loki laufeyson

kate bishop

yelena belova ( not romantic )

steve rogers

bucky barnes

pietro maximoff

wanda maximoff

valkyrie ( not romantic )

natasha romanoff

tony stark ( not romantic )

gwen stacy ( emma stone )

gwen stacy ( atsv )

*marvel and particularly the mcu is a fandom i'm more comfortable with than most, so if there is a character not listed, then i may or may not write for them

NARNIA :

prince caspian

peter pevensie

edmund pevensie ( only during dawn treader )

SHADOW AND BONE / SIX OF CROWS :

kaz brekker

inej ghafa

jesper fahey

wylan van eck

nina zenik

alina starkov

nikolai lantsov

genya safin ( not romantic )

matthias helvar

STRANGER THINGS :

steve harrington

jonathon byers

max mayfield

robin buckley ( not romantic )

TEEN WOLF :

stiles stilinski ( *i will take most/all dylan obrien characters )

isaac lahey

scott mccall

liam dunbar ( not romantic )

allison argent

malia tate

lydia martin ( not romantic )

kira yukimura

derek hale

THE HUNGER GAMES :

finnick odair

peeta mellark

katniss everdeen

THE MAZE RUNNER :

newt

thomas

minho

X-MEN :

logan howlett

charles xavier ( james mcavoy )

jean grey

mystique

rogue

erik lehnsherr ( not romantic )

wade wilson / deadpool

kitty pryde

bobby drake

*FANDOMS COMING SOON : PJO, DISNEY, HANNIBAL

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Secrets and Broken Hearts

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Chapter 4

Thomas Shelby x (Writer) Reader

"I am a woman in love, I wear my heart on my sleeve and smile with not a single thought. I am a woman in love, happily content to where I shall be and where I shall go, as long as I am with him."

Authors Note: I made this story with not much thought, but I wanted to portray the reader and Tommy living their separate lives to have you, readers, have a gist on what its like, to make the character, Ms. Bennett feels real. I don't really know if that makes sense or if I'm doing it correctly, but please enjoy :)))

Two days and six hours, it's been exactly two days and six hours since I've started this investigation that I burdened myself with. All I've been getting are bits of information from the men and women. Women loved to gossip, so much so that they became one of the sources of said information. These missing wives, they had nothing in common with one another. They were just normal working women before they got married and settled down. What would society even do with them? I feel like a jester, juggling my social life together with this secret double life. I never really got used to such taxing activities mentally. This whole investigation, could it be some murderer? Human Traffickers? Surely, this culprit had a motive, a reason, something these women had that they wanted, something these women can give, choice or not.

"Why does everyone call you by your last name?" Andrew suddenly asked, which made me look over at the small child playing by the racks of clothes in William's shop.

Tilting my head, I seem to not know the reason behind it either. Andrew is the son of the man I visited to get close to have more information about the missing wives rather than relying on gossip alone. The child himself was quite entertaining to be around. He spoke so freely about his mother, telling stories of how loving the woman can be.

"Well, if you want, you can call me by my first name," I said with a smile. Walking over to crouch down to his eye level, I gave him a pat on the head, which earned me a smile in return

"Isn't this a sight, hm?" I heard the familiar voice of William from behind. He was at the back with Catherine earlier, presumably sorting out fabrics and dresses.

"C'mon, I've only offered to let this little guy stay here while his father worked, for the assurance that nothing will happen," I said softly though assuming from their reactions, it wasnt taken quite kindly. The statement itself was considered a lie. I lied. Lying straight to the face of the man I love, like how I would every day to everyone, including this child.

"So you don't want me here... Ms. (Y/N)?" Andrew asked me, his face looked sad, eyes like melting glaciers about to fall.

"Of course not, I just meant that I couldn't risk you being alone without your father, even though -"

"So you care for me.. right?" The little child said, hopeful, which made me think, how can he care about my feelings towards him in such a small amount of time we've been together? Children truly are innocent, things to be kept safe from the world we live in. Furthermore, care. To care is to help, a genuine action done out of the kindness of one's own heart. I do that, correct? I think for a moment, my actions, words, and emotions all contradict one another. Both men in the room seemed to take notice of my silence, which in turn made me aware. Aware that they can never know these thoughts, to Bury it, to hide. Breaking from my thoughts, I smiled at the child.

"Of course I do, but later your father will pick you up, I'll have William stay with you since I need to go for a bit, yeah?" Standing back up, I walked over to William. He then wrapped his arms around my waist, leaning against him while I looked back at Andrew. Understandingly, the child nodded, which made me smile.

"Eh? Where will my heart go? Guess she'll leave me alone once again..." William joked, kissing me on the cheek, which made me chuckle.

Seeing the display of affection, the child grimaced and then ran off to play somewhere else, which made me and William laugh.

"I promised you a date. Therefore, you must let me go for a while to prepare," I giggled. Going to dates on Friday was kind of like our tradition, a simple act to show love and to feel it radiate from each other. Feeling his lips on mine for a brief moment, I smiled.

"Alright, I'll pick you up at our place," William smiled. He's always such a loving man, doing more than beyond.

"See you later, love," I said, parting with a kiss before I headed out. Love was something I wasn't familiar with, which sometimes led me to be confused on how to act around William, though lucky enough that he guided me through it.

Walking down the street, I'm greeted with familiar faces. Some I can't remember the names. The smoke filled air, and the mud on my shoes did little to dampen my mood. Suddenly, people started to run about, screaming and shouting.

Confused, I slowed my footsteps. There, on a shop, a lifeless man was dead with Danny holding a bloody knife. My eyes widened, I tried to move, but nothing came out, I held my breath, and though I investigated crimes like this, I never saw a man dead right in front of me. From this day, I'm sure I'll never get used to this.

Someone passes by me, but it can be considered more like shoved. It was Thomas Shelby. He went over, took the knife from the man's hand, and calmed him down. The scene deescalated just as quickly as it happened. Once Thomas got Danny to go away, coming with some surge of confidence, I began to walk towards him with his hack turned to me.

"Mr. Shelby..?" I said softly as to not startle the man, whipping his head back, he looked at me without uttering a word, he simply raised a brow which I took as a cue to keep going.

"What will happen to Danny now..? He just -" stopping myself to look at the dead body in front of us, he followed my gaze and just shook his head. Taking a cigarette, he lit one up and placed it on his mouth, blowing the smoke in the corpses' direction. "Mr. Shelby, I worry for him and his family.."

"Don't stick your nose into others' business, saves you the trouble, eh?" He said, as he was about to walk past me. He took my hand and gave me a few quids, which caused me confusion. Was this for my silence? Though that seems rather odd since a quarter of the town already saw what happened, or was it so I'd stop with being so nosy?

"For the bread."

"Bread? What bread?" I asked, my brows furrowed as I looked up at the man. The more he acted, the more he perplexed me. Seeing his face, he tilted his head as if he should be confused

"You dont remember, again?" I shook my head, remembering what he gave me moments ago, i tried to have him take the money back, but he refused, saying he already gave them, so it'll be no use. In the end, he walked away and left me be, confused, I placed the coins inside my coat pocket before walking home. What did i forget again? No matter what I have other things to do at the moment, I need to get the memory of the dead body out my head.

After preparing for my date, at eight o'clock sharp there was a knock on the door, I smiled and opened it. William appeared with a bouquet and fresh smile, I'm taken back to memories when he was still courting me.

"Flowers for the beautiful lady?" He asked, which I gladly took. Holding up his hand, I held them. I locked the door, and we began to walk towards the pathway to a small restaurant.

"Thank you for this, for everything, Will," I said while we kept walking hand in hand.

"Then I should thank you too"

"For what?"

"For letting me love you"

"Then, you're welcome."

With that, we spent the rest of the day together, I told him about what happened earlier, and he's told me of stories he heard and so on. Everything feels nice. It feels like home as we both made it out to be.

...

That night, Ms. Bennett was content with her lover. Everything played out perfectly. She lived a good life and was happily in love. Maybe fate can say the same for the man she bumped into earlier as he's inside the Garrison, enthralled by the singing Barmaid before him. Surely both Ms. Bennett and Mr. Shelby will live their lives with love found in someone else's eyes.

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Royal Ball

Masterlist

Vessel x reader

Sleep will be referred to as “Queen Jeinnv” 

Vessel will be referred to as “Prince Adrian”

II will be referred to as “Prince Roddric”

III will be referred to as “Dilan, Duke of Elderstock”

IV will be referred to as “ Edgard, Duke of Haverlem”

We were a noble family. Not very high ranked but still we are part of the nobility. My father is known as the “New Money Baron'' by other noble families. My father was given his new title directly by Her Majesty Queen Jeinnv. For his diligent work in The Litchgrave Botanical Garden, Her Majesty’s private gardens. My father was able to save the Queen’s favorite Wisteria tree grove from root rot. After rescuing the trees She named my father Baron of Hazelvale.

The new position gave my father a pension, a manor house and full time staff. It was like a dream come true. I was no longer the middle daughter of a gardener, I was the middle daughter of a Baron. My mother wasted no time getting all manner of tutors, instructors and seamstress for me, my two sisters and my two brothers. We were to be educated and dressed like the family of a Baron. 

All of my siblings had found a niche. Both of my brothers, Alfred and Andrew, were excellent at horse riding and hunting. My eldest sister Quinn was as graceful as a swan when she danced. My younger sister Maddie was the next great poet of our time. I had found my love of the piano and reading. And my mother was glad to have someone to watch the twins Thomas and Alice. They're only 10 years old.

It had only been a month of being named Baron before an invitation from the Queen arrived at our front door. It was an invitation to a ball to celebrate Prince Adrian’s birthday. The ball will be in two weeks under the full moon. All members of the nobility were invited and the high ranking lords.

After my father read the invitation out loud my mother set off to find the greatest dance instructors and dressmakers in the whole kingdom. For me and my siblings each day for the next two weeks would be spent being fitted for clothes, learning to waltz, the rules of fine dining or sleeping.

When the actual night of the ball came the house was a frenzy of activity. The staff were helping in every way they could. They were helping us dress, fixing our hair, applying makeup and getting the carriage ready.

“Mother, is all of this really needed?” Asked Quinn. All three of us are in floor length gowns, opera gloves and corsets. Quinn is in a champagne dress, Maddie in sky blue and my dress is lilac. “We are going to a masked ball after all.”

“My children will be the envy of everyone at the ball.” Mother declared. “This night is not just about dressing up and having fun. It is your debut in society and a chance for all of you to make powerful connections.”

“Mommy we want to go too!” cried Alice.

“When you're older and ready to climb the ladder of society my little loves. Tonight is about your brothers and sisters.”

“Your mother is right.” said my father as we walked into the main entryway. “I have it on good authority that the Queen is using the ball to find wives for Prince Adrian and Prince Roddric.” We all fall quiet as the father continues. “I also know that Her Majesty has invited some foreign nobility too.”

I breakout in a cold sweat. I can’t help the sudden feeling of dread. My sisters have always been social butterflies. And now hearing how much is riding on tonight makes me think I am going to be sick. Maddie noticed my slow building panic and put her hand in mine. I take a slow deep breath.

“Your carriage is ready Baron.”  called one of the staff members.

“Excellent! Let us head off family.”

And with that declaration my parents, brothers, sisters and I head off to the ball. We say goodbye and good night to Alice, who is still pouting, and Thomas who is nearly asleep. As the carriage pulls away from the manor I can't help but to think about how much my life has changed. I’m on my way to a Royal Ball.