#tommy being possessive

[eyemarchshelby]

"You don't get what you deserve, you get what you take" - Lizzie Shelby S5

Lizzie Shelby in season 5 looks so expensive 🥵🔥💅🏼

[disaster-j]

A lot of speculation (and some bitchass judgemental commentary) on why Tommy calls Buck Evan and i wanna give my two cents

I believe that Chim did NOT introduce them properly when he showed up. He was just like "hey Tommy bro it's been forever we gotta meet under non someone's life threatening circumstances oh yeah these losers are with me they're at the 118 too say hi losers this guy is gonna steal us a chopper"

And Buck was standing there a little starstruck as Tommy smiled and shook his hand and he definitely did his lil anxious stutter thing where he went "oh um hi im- evan- evan buckley" and before he could manage to get out the "you can call me Buck part" Tommy went "hi Evan, nice to meet you" and the fucking SOFT way Tommy said his name just had Buck's brain melting so he forgot about the Buck thing and then well they were stealing helicopters flying into hurricanes and it just settled as A Thing in his head that Tommy calls him Evan and Buck kinda just Likes It.

Meanwhile Tommy is increasingly confused about the Buck thing the more time they spend together and the more time he spends with the extended 118 fam the more he realises that NO ONE calls Buck Evan except Evan had very specifically introduced himself as "Evan. Evan Buckley" and had never once told Tommy he could call him Buck and now it's been so long Tommy's just afraid to ask what's going on.

This is all now canon in my head also I wanna read fics where Tommy is confused about the name thing now HAS ANYONE WRITTEN THE FICS!?!?

[proudfreakmetarusonniku]

to my dearest, tommy

i'm sorry.

i'm sorry you will not even know why i'm apologising. i'm sorry that it had to be that way.

i'm sorry that i let you forget. i'm sorry that i let you stray. i'm sorry i didn’t keep you safe, away from all the corrupting forces i knew would ruin you. i'm sorry that i never told you i was watching the whole time. i'm sorry i never did anything. it would have been for your own good.

i'm sorry for ever allowing anyone who hurt you close. i'm sorry for not dragging you away when i could have. i'm sorry for letting petty morality get in the way when i knew- i fucking knew- all it would do would be to drive you deeper into sin, and away from the light.

i'm sorry that i let them take you. i'm sorry i made that stupid decision when i could have just taken you far away from all that corrupting filth and no one could have stopped me. i could have torn down those walls and burnt everyone but you to ashes. i could have destroyed the whole world for you and i didn’t. i'm sorry. perhaps it would have been better if i did.

i'm sorry i played fair. i'm sorry i treated your safety- your life, your obedience- like it was a game. like it was just for fun, with no consequences. i'm sorry for teaching you that you could do whatever you want. you hold no blame for that. i knew what would happen. i knew. i could have stopped those troubled times and i didn’t. i'm sorry. i was too scared for discipline, scared that i was doing the wrong thing, scared i would hurt you. i had not learnt that some hurt is needed.

i'm sorry i let you think those scum were your family. i'm sorry i didn't let them burn. i'm sorry i left you alone with them, when i could have saved you. i could have, but i didn’t. not when i was on your side. i was an idiot. i'm sorry for telling you when that changed, too. if i was a little smarter, then everyone who lied to you back then would have their heads on pikes and you'd be safe. i'd keep you safe.

i'm sorry for not taking you away sooner. I’m sorry for mistaking freedom for peace. i'm sorry for letting you run wild for so long, without a guiding hand. i'm sorry i didn’t hide you well enough. i'm sorry i couldn’t keep a close enough eye on you. even then, i couldn’t keep you safe, not from the taint of the outside world. not from lies about me, not from hateful comments, not from the cruel freedom that seemed so tempting.

freedom is another cage, and one far crueller than family. to be an individual poisons a mind. to be a part of something greater is the only true freedom that exists. i'm sorry i never explained that to you. i'm sorry that i made you think i hate you. i'm sorry that sometimes i did. but it’s not your fault. you're just a child, and you need guidance. proper guidance, from an adult that won’t neglect you, let you go against the light of prime simply for their own selfish needs. i'm sorry there too. i was selfish, once. it seems so silly, now. but i was human. and now i'm far beyond that stupid ass mindset.

i'm sorry i let you leave. i'm sorry you nearly froze to death and i was stupidly worrying over some petty mortal plan instead of kindness and forgiveness. i'm sorry i let violent thoughts poison your mind. i'm sorry i didn’t take you home. i was afraid. i was selfish. i was weak. i am not that man, yet his actions still hurt you. for that, i‘ll never forgive myself.

i'm sorry i treated it all like a fun show, up until my enlightenment. i'm sorry i got cocky. i was careless. i'm sorry i made you see that side of me. i'm sorry that i left you alone for so long, in that sinful world that loved to hurt you in ways you never noticed. you'll find a knife can be far kinder than spiritual pain, and the latter isn’t something you’ll even notice until it’s too late. i didn’t.

i'm sorry that i killed you. it was reckless of me. i was angry. not at you, but at myself. that spiritual rot inside of me had festered so bad i was blind to myself. i'm sorry that you had to see that side of me- that mortal man i have shed. i'm sorry i never got to share that enlightenment with you. you’re a religious child, too. you’d understand. you will be blessed with the revelations prime bestowed onto me, one day. through blood and rebirth, i will make it so.

it may hurt, but i know what’s best for you.

i'm sorry i blamed you for what i thought was a curse. now i know the pain i suffered was merely the way i needed to learn prime's wisdom. you blessed me, and i cannot thank you enough. it’s how i know you must be like me. it’s how i know we're brothers, you and i. it wouldn’t have happened otherwise.

i'm sorry i never realised until it was too late. until i saw the world tore apart in front of me and realised it was my hands unmaking the diorama. you were with me too, weren’t you? can’t you remember? that spark of divinity? before you were unravelled, did you not see the enlightenment i did? whatever is sealed within you, i'm sorry for preventing you from that memory. i'm sorry i didn’t tell you. i'm sorry that i couldn’t put you back together the way i could myself when i sparked the cambrian explosion, when i created the stars atom by atom that now make your body. i'm sorry you are lesser. whatever divine spark you had was once the same as mine, it had to have been, but only one of us can remember. unless you too are afraid?

but i know who i am now. this is no spark of madness, the delusions of a prisoner. i was right, tommy. the pain in that cell taught me the truth, and i will teach you that same truth. enlightenment is a difficult journey, and i am sure your hardships will have to be worse than mine to regain what you once were, to purge the sin i so shamefully let build up in you. but we have all the time in the world, and i will be there by your side through it. compassion is as important as cruelty to understanding the truth of everything. you showed me that too.

do not fear. i will save you from yourself, so you will not fail where i did. you will have no regrets. as siblings in divinity, it’s my duty to help you, no matter the costs. but don’t worry. i am no cruel god, and i know you well enough to know you’re far kinder than i am, when not unable to tell the lies fed to you by the masses from your true nature, our true nature. while they shall never be divine, i'll make sure to bless everyone here with as much enlightenment as i can. the world will be as one. we shall all be siblings, part of one another in both suffering and in bonds. is that not a beautiful world? is that not what you told me you wanted? that was your last wish, before i unmade you. i will fix that.

i was always the villain in your stories, and you were right. but never again. i know how to fix things. i know how to make sure that everyone will be forever in the light of the primes, forever blessed, forever happy. be not afraid. i will make it up to you, no matter the cost.

i know some part of you knows who i am. but i will let you wait just a little bit longer. as my last act of selfishness, i will let you enjoy that ignorance for just a bit longer. it’s cruel, to prevent you from ascension, i know. i'm sorry for that too.

but you will understand. in time. :)

[dr3amofagame]

semi hot take semi confession i could never keep track of who was involved in the egg arc and who wasn't and i don't know why c!tommy got involved in it at all considering his only contribution was 'i'm immune :D' and it was NEVER explained what the FUCK. c!inniters please stop complaining about the finales and start asking why that happened.

strongly agree / agree / ambivalent / disagree / strongly disagree / don’t care whatsoever

that would require c!inniters to watch the lore, in all fairness

but yeah ... i saw some theories floating around back then, tbh? i mean if i were the egg i feel like i'd avoid tommyinnit too so maybe it's got a point

[thedeadthree]

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[bowiebond]

Stommy | Best Friends to Lovers Trope

[normalbrothers]

favourite john and tommy moment is still the one where john looks for comfort in tommy's room after the whole thing with lizzie. because they don't really have that close, physical relationship - out of everyone in the family tommy is the most physical with arthur, both john and arthur are more physical in general but definitely with each other, john likes to throw his weight around with arthur (not quite dominance seeking, but not quite not it) - so there's something surprisingly intrusive about john sneaking into tommy's room and presumably going through his things to get his opium pipe etc and the way it's set up rather is ... strange - with tommy anxiously creeping up the stairs in the half dark when he hears some noise coming from his room and pulling his gun *just* to find a crying, upset john. (what was the reason to make it this oddly sinister in the first place ...)

but also that despite john and arthur being attached by the hip, it's john who sends tommy to arthur to talk to him when he suffers his bout of depression rather than trying himself, and here it's john looking for tommy rather than wanting reassurance from arthur

[raineyraven]

Tommy has tattoos. A lot of them, actually. He’d long ago stopped refraining from getting a new one every time he felt the need for something new upon his skin. And it was rewarding, getting to watch his body become a home to a menagerie of swirling colours.

There were constellations smattered on clouds of inky blue, next to spiralling snakes with gradient scales. Spring flowers bloomed in all their wild colours around a gold-inked compass, needle pointing unwaveringly north. Birds sky-danced together beneath an image of a sun cradling a moon.

There was only one tattoo of Tommy’s he didn’t like.

He hated it, in fact. It was the first he’d ever gotten, and the one that once had made the prospect of future tattoos so terrifying it had paralysed him.

It hadn’t stayed that way forever, though, and so Tommy focused on filling the canvas around it with his own designs, drawing attention away from that cursed mark on his chest.

He avoided looking at it where he could. Occasionally his gaze would catch on a corner of plain black ink, or a curve of the mark in his reflection. And every time Tommy swiftly had to find a distraction, lest he be dragged back into those painful memories.

That barely happened anymore, though. Now, Tommy’s clothes remained layered up to fully cover his chest. Now, he was able to surround it with the colours of better memories.

He hadn’t been able to when he was with Dream.

Tommy’s first tattoo had been Dream’s doing. He doubted the memory of that day would ever fade, despite his best attempts to banish whatever thoughts of it arose. Dream, all forceful command and iron grip as he held Tommy down; Dream, heedless of Tommy’s struggles and cries and pleads as he drove a needle into his chest.

Dream had never let him cover the tattoo in exile. Any attempt by Tommy was followed by swift correction; either with stinging words or a stinging strike, depending on what mood Tommy had found him in. So, the collar of Tommy’s torn shirt had remained hung low, mark shown bare to the indifferent world.

And the indifferent world saw a simple symbol, tattooed in plain black. A crooked smiley face.

Tommy was not a fool, not then and not now. He knew what the mark was for, why Dream never wanted it covered. He knew that same crooked smile was carved onto every one of Dream’s possessions – his axe, his armour, his mask – clearly marking them as his property.

And now it was carved where Tommy could not remove it. He vaguely remembered considering cutting it out on more than one occasion, but it remained regardless, permanently marring his pale skin.

But this was not exile, and here was not that damned beach. And so, Tommy was not alone with that physical memory that weighed down his chest.

He was joined by the tough, viny plants Ranboo had suggested he add, and the ancient constellations Phil liked to ramble about. He was joined by the images of the animals Techno liked to keep, by the sun Wilbur joked would keep his skin warm.

He was joined by the golden compass that once had faithfully pointed him home.

And so, for a little while longer, he would be content. Until the next idea for a tattoo came to him.

[theflyingfeeling]

32 paired with 6 for the spring prompts with Olli/Joonas? 🥺👉👈💕

I could have picked the entire list ngl these prompts are all so cute?? ;-;

By now spring has turned into summer and so have the "spring" prompts, I hope you don't mind though! 😁 btw this is NOT the version I originally started writing for this prompt (became frustrated and anxious about the length of that one; maybe one day I'll finish it and you'll get to read it!), instead I'm giving you a glimpse of the AU for which I got inspiration from Dublin 🙊 (a bit of deets in the tags, but beware spoilers!). Maybe after posting this I can eventually push myself to write the whole AU 😅

Thank you so much everyone who sent in their spring prompt requests! Now on to the domestic prompts (finally!) 💕

You can find all the spring fluff in this tag on my blog 🌷

32. Farmer’s market AU: I keep buying your stuff and flirting with you

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06. Gardener and rich person AU (1986 words)

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There was a vase filled with roses on the bedside table that Joonas could not remember seeing there when he had gone to bed the night before. They were the kind he loved the most, out of all the different varieties of roses in the garden: dark red, almost black, with thorns that would definitely grate your skin to bloody scrapes if you weren’t careful enough (and Joonas was, ever since he fell into the bush when he was six years old).

Joonas stretched his long limbs but couldn’t quite make himself get out of bed just yet, even though he knew his half-brother would soon storm in and yank the velvet curtains on his window open. Joonas’ only hope was that Joel would be too sleep-deprived to care about him after having been wandering about the cemetery half the night again. 

(It seemed Joel thought Joonas wouldn’t hear his quiet steps echoing in the hallway in the dead of night, and Joonas felt too sorry for the man to bring up the topic himself.)

Eventually Joonas grew bored of wasting the morning in bed and set his bare feet on the soft rug by his bed. He yawned and flexed his arms above his head once more before he stood up and walked over to the window.

Pulling the curtains aside he couldn’t see much for a while, the sunbeams blinding his vision momentarily. Once his eyes had adjusted to the sudden light, he let his eyes wander on the yard that opened before him. From the fourth floor he had quite the view that reached to the farthest corners of the estate, but soon enough his eyes fixed on a small figure by the rose bushes.

A slow smile formed on Joonas lips as he observed the gardener focused on his work, occasionally stopping to wipe sweat off his forehead. Joonas could imagine the gardener’s curls sticking onto his temples and a layer of sweat glistening on his skin, perhaps even on his chest that would peek out from the collar of the gardener’s shirt.

Joonas picked one of the roses to bring it close to his nose. The smell reminded him of a particularly tropical night two days ago, when the temperature inside his chambers had rosen close to the nearly 30 degrees it had been all afternoon, and not only because of the heatwave they were currently experiencing.

He grinned and set the flower on the table while he found a white linen shirt to wear. Then he took the rose with him as he strolled across the room, stopping to grab one of his favourite hats from the rack by the door and headed to the stairway.

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Joonas made sure to make his arrival heard by the gardener so as not to startle him; it wouldn’t have been the first time the poor man would have dropped his pruning shears upon Joonas greeting him unannounced.

“Hi there,” Joonas said softly once the gardener had lifted his gaze from the roses in front of him.

“Good morning, my lord.”

“Olli,” Joonas frowned, “have I not told you to call me by my name? You know my father’s not here to scold you about it anymore.”

Since he’s been pushing up daisies for four weeks now.

“An old habit,” Olli pursed his lips. “Besides, the butler would not approve if I failed to address you accordingly.”

Joonas turned to look around himself exaggeratingly.

“Is dear old Santeri hiding somewhere in the bushes spying on us?”

“Shhhh, he might!” Olli giggled, with a melody more gay and clear than that of the robin’s song.

“Always knew he’s a little deviant,” Joonas said, just to make Olli laugh a little louder. Joonas bit his lip as Olli’s amusement revealed the gap between his front teeth, just another feature Joonas had always loved about this young man he had known since they were boys and Olli’s mother had been hired as the gardener to look after the perennials Joonas’ own mother had planted a long time ago. 

Eventually their laughter died and the garden fell quiet again, as quiet as it can on a summer afternoon with the birds tweeting above their heads and the wind rustling the leaves of the trees surrounding the estate.

“Well. I shall not distract you more than this,” Joonas sighed, a smile still lingering on his mouth. Then he took a few steps closer to Olli, took his own felt hat off his head and dropped it on top of Olli’s. “Don’t overwork yourself, love,” he winked.

He was already walking away when Olli’s voice called for him.

“Joonas?”

Joonas stopped and turned in the middle of the lawn, waiting for the gardener to go on.

“There’s, umm…a farmer’s market today. In town.”

“There is?” Joonas asked, as if he hadn’t noticed the advertisement falling out of Olli’s pocket the other night.

“And I will, of course, see to my work here in the garden first and foremost, but… I’ve been growing a little something of my own. In the servants’ yard.”

“Are we not paying you enough?” Joonas asked and immediately wanted to bite off his tongue; just last week he had discovered crumpled paperwork in his father’s drawer, a document of the staff’s wages being cut to barely above the minimum since the beginning of the new season. He doubted it was the only one of such measures in the past few years his old man had done in an effort to save the business his own father had once been so proud of.

“No, no, it’s not like that at all!” Olli hurried to correct him, a hint of panic in his eyes. “It’s just…nothing more but a stupid hobby. I’m sorry, my lord, forget about it.”

Olli’s eyes were directed to his shoes now, and Joonas already missed their dark shade. 

Slowly he walked back to Olli and stopped to almost touch the tips of his leather shoes to Olli’s beaten-up ones, covered with brown and green stains from soil and grass. He caressed the smooth skin of Olli’s jaw with his fingertips to make the gardener look him in the eyes.

“Of course you’ll go, Olli. And you’ll sell each and every little vine and herb you’ve grown.”

Joonas himself would make sure of that.

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“You see that curly-headed man over there?” Joonas whispered to a little girl and pointed towards Olli, tending to his seedlings nervously in his selling booth. “I want you to go and buy anything you want from him with these.” Then he pressed a few coins to the girl's small palm.

“Can I buy the pretty daisies and give them to mommy?” the girl asked with her eyes wide and glistening.

“Why don’t you buy them all and take some to granny as well?” Joonas smiled and slid a few more coins to the girl before sending her off.

He retreated behind a stand selling fresh bread and pies to watch how the girl skipped to Olli’s flower stall and pointed at the basket of pink, yellow and red flowers. When Olli picked up a few of them, the girl shook her head and handed him the money Joonas had given her. The surprise on Olli’s face was evident from how his mouth hung upen and how his eyes blinked a few times before he took the basket, tied a big pink ribbon on it and reached over the table to give it to the girl. Olli’s joyous smile was a mirror of the girls’ as she curtsied to the gardener and pranced along, possibly already picturing her mother’s delighted face upon seeing the basket and its contents.

Joonas observed Olli in his dumbfounded state before sauntering to his stall. Up close, Olli’s eyes gleamed even more brightly than Joonas had been able to see from his hideout.

“So! How’s business?” he asked casually and put his hands in his pocket where more coins waited to be wasted on pretty little flowers and whatever the dark green weeds next to them were.

“I am astounded, my lord.” Joonas winced at the title, but then he remembered they were in public, and even if the people of the town wouldn’t recognise Olli as one of his employees, they sure would frown upon a seemingly mere commoner calling the fresh owner of the Paradise Hotel by his first name.

“That so?”

“Earlier I sold a bunch of roses to a young man who wanted to surprise his sweetheart, and just now little Julia came and wanted to buy a whole basket of gerberas. This is beyond my wildest dreams!” Olli sighed and massaged his cheeks, perhaps to try and hide his excited blush but only ending up making his face even redder.

“I’m pleased to hear that, old friend,” Joonas said and made a mental note to thank the tavern keeper's son later for helping Joonas with his plan. “But I’m not surprised. These beautiful blossoms deserve every bit of recognition they get.”

“These are but shrubs…” Olli mumbled, smiling bashfully at the flowers.

“I mean it, Olli. You should hear how the guests at the hotel keep wondering about the garden at dinner. Some of them I’ve had to bribe out of offering you a job at theirs.”

Olli chuckled and shook his head.

“You expect me to believe that?”

“It’s true, every word!” Joonas argued, because it was; the famous rose garden was one of the main attractions of the whole estate, and on more than one occasion a guest had asked to meet the creator of such wonders. Quite selfishly Joonas had deprived them of the honour, however, as he hated those times when he spotted a vacationer having wandered to the garden and engaged Olli in a relaxed conversation. Joonas wasn’t a jealous type, per se, but he did intend to be the only one to make Olli’s bright laughter chime in the evening air, preferably inside his bedroom if he could help it. 

Olli shook his head again and opened his mouth to say something, but then Joonas saw his eyes move on to someone beside Joonas. 

“How much for the begonias?”

Joonas retreated to the side and let the new customer – this time not one of his own minions – to haggle over the prices of the orange flowers and fiddled with the few coins left in the bottom of his trouser pocket. A moment later they said goodbyes, the woman with an armful of begonias, Olli with a handful of cash and a satisfied smile on his face.

“See? People are practically ripping the flowers out of your hands!”

An attractive shade of pink spreading to his cheeks, Olli put the money carefully in a small purse he kept in the front pocket of his apron.

“Are you here just to mouth off or are you gonna buy something too?” Olli said with his voice low. He looked up at Joonas from under his brows and batted his long, dark eyelashes, making Joonas want to go back to the hotel and empty their already half-empty safe and give it all to Olli in exchange for the colourful plants spread on the table between them.

“Funny you should mention,” Joonas fished a few coins from his pocket. “What might I get with five shillings?”

Olli burst into laughter.

“Just five? Nothing but weeds, I’m afraid.” But before Joonas could put the money back from where he took it, Olli gestured him to lean in closer.

The gardener brought his lips close to Joonas’ ear so that Joonas could feel his breathing on his skin. Shivers of pleasure went down Joonas’ spine when Olli whispered in his ear:

“But perhaps we can come to an agreement of payment at, let’s say, ten o’clock tonight?”

Joonas licked his own lips in anticipation before answering.

“You’ve got yourself a deal, gardener.”

[boygirlctommy]

i used to say ‘not so poggers’ all the time and i just remembered that i got it from ctommy telling ghostbur, in dead serious loreness, that wilbur was not so poggers

[thebleedingeffect]

What's so funny is that if I sat down and finished the first chapter and wrote the second chapter- I could very realistically be able to post chapters very soon. The actual question is whether or not will do that, or will I instead just keep writing the fic doing what I damn please ^-^

[eyemarchshelby]

Tommy was like 'FUCK'

[descendantofthesparrow]

i watched fear street and goddammit the crossover ideas that are going through my brain

[proudfreakmetarusonniku]

To my dearest, Tommy,

It’s been a while since I’ve wrote, hasn’t it? I know you must have been lonely, and I’m sorry. I'd assumed after Wilbur had gone through all that effort for you, he'd at least keep you some company, but I guess not! But no worries! Now he's gone, I'll be able to make sure you don’t have to be alone. Isn’t that exciting? I've got so much fun stuff planned.

My condolences over Wilbur leaving, by the way. I mean, Utah! Can you believe it? How cruel you must be, to leave your brother for Utah of all places. Actually, that reminded me of something funny. I realised in the prison that you and me look quite similar, actually! Honestly, we'd probably pass as siblings much easier than you and Wilbur ever did. And I'd certainly never abandon you to go to Utah. If for some Prime damn reason I ever went, I’d drag you kicking and screaming!

I'm just saying, if you ever need a big brother who won’t abandon you, I've got room in my heart to take you in like Wilbur once did for you.

Is the detective business doing well? I'd certainly be willing to be a client, if you won’t throw a fit about it. There are many mysteries on this server, and I’d benefit from them being solved. And for payment… how does ruling together sound? I could use a protege, y’know? I’m sure you’d prefer it to being an experiment, right? Since you’re my best friend, I’ll let you make that choice, though.

Speaking of, how’s Tubbo? I hope you’ve been enjoying your meals out. It’s really funny to see how hard you pivot to avoid talking about any of our time together, honestly. Are you worried he'll get jealous if he finds out you have a better friend than him? Don’t worry, I’d protect you from a dumb ram if that happened! You have good tastes in restaurants, by the way. What a coincidence we'd choose the same, at the exact same times!

Hah, of course not. I have eyes everywhere, Tommy, don’t you ever forget that. I know you think I’m lying, but if there’s one thing from here that you should believe, it’s this: I am watching over you. I'm almost like your guardian angel, really! I mean, you’d be surprised at how much I’ve protected you from.

I have great plans for you, y’know. You are my dearest friend, and your defiance, while a pain in the ass sometimes, was what drove this whole wild game to start in the first place, and it’s been a blast, hasn’t it? A bit bloody but, hey, you started it. I'd say it’s your fault, but there’s nothing to fault you over. What’s a bit of death if it’s entertaining enough? Our game will not end. I will make sure of that. In time, I know you’ll see it’s what’s right. You’re such a smart kid, after all.

Watching faithfully over you

Your best friend, Dream :)

[dyketubbo]

ive been giving context to someone whose getting into dsmp through an animatics playlist (not made by me, but i did narrow it down) and its 1. made me realize wow yeah theres a lot of context missing if you just watch animatics (some notable things like not realizing how exactly spying was involved in manberg, why sometimes ctechno is an enemy and other times an ally, and not knowing dteam blew up lmanburg and that that was the catalyst of fcr) and 2. its interesting how some characters can get sort of skewed (their initial impression of ctubbo was that he was oblivious but just willing to help his friends)

i gave pointers towards bbtv and theyre looking up some info etc etc of course but its neat to see how dsmp looks when you have to rely on the scenes people deem cool or important enough to animate

[drcranessweetestdoe]

heyyyyy

could you do a Tommy shelby fic?

in which he fucks Ada's bestfriend when she is 18!

hii, love this idea xx I have been writing this all day, time to celebrate with a jam sandwich:) xx

Finally mine

warning: agegap!, Thomas lusts after her while she is underage, grooming, virginity loss, virginity kink, innocence kink, unprotected sex, Tommy being a softie, possessiveness

pairing: Thomas Shelby x Innocent!Reader

summary: ever since he came back from the war, Tommy found himself wanting his sister’s lovely and sweet best friend, too bad he has to wait until she is 18

(Y/N) was the sweetest girl in the whole of Birmingham, always polite and kind. Thomas was smitten with her from day one. She and Ada met in school, she felt sorry that Ada was always alone, because everyone told their kids to stay away from the filthy Shelby’s. So, one day she gathered the courage and sat beside the sad girl, who was very excited to finally have a friend.

It was the age of war, so everyone was always on the edge of a meltdown. And money wasn’t exactly falling from the sky. While (Y/N)’s family weren’t considered aristocrats by any chance, she never had to worry about not getting fed, or not having a warm bed to sleep in. That was something that the Shelby’s couldn’t exactly relate to, there was little money and quite a few mouths to feed. Aunt Polly tried her best to feed the hungry children at the table, but she was failing more and succeeding less. Her sister-in-law’s three big boys were away at war, but they were always talked about.

One day, the thirteen year old (Y/N) plopped down beside her best friend Ada with a full lunch box in hand. She always had lunch packed with her, but Ada never did. For a long time, she just assumed that the malnourished girl was not hungry in school. While she was munching on her apple, she heard the growl of a hungry belly and Ada turned her head down in shame. While a girl is naive at 13, (Y/N) immediately knew that her friend was hungry, and that she probably didn’t get as much food at home as she did. When Ada looked back at her, she reacted with a wide smile to the outstretched hand towards her, holding a big red apple.

For the rest of the break, they just sat under their tree, silently chewing on their apples, with a smile on both faces.

That is how Ada knew that (Y/N) was going to be her lifelong best friend. She opened up to her when they were sharing a cigarette on the edge of the forest.

“We had more money before the war, if Tommy was here he would make sure that we have food.” Ada explained.

(Y/N) just blinked at her friend. “Who’s Tommy?”

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Three years later, the girls were now sixteen and the war was finally over. Because (Y/N) herself didn’t have any brothers, or sisters, she didn’t know how many families waited for this day to come.

It was a pretty summer day, and she made her way to the Shelby household, where she was always welcomed by Aunt Polly. Except, when she walked into the house, there was only one man sitting at the table. Her breath got stuck in her throat and she blushed heavily, he was very handsome. For a moment she believed that she walked into the wrong house, but the photographs on the walls proved otherwise. He was smoking a cigarette and staring at the wall blankly, he was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn’t even hear her come in.

Thomas just wanted a moment to himself in his childhood house before going back to the Garrison, he was not the same man anymore. Suddenly, he saw a figure in the corner of his eye. A second later, the two pairs of eyes met. His previously sad eyes lit up at the sight of her, but he tried to conceal it. She was so beautiful… Slender and weakish frame, something that made him eager to protect her. Her long and soft looking hair. And that face, oh god, that pretty face.

“H-Hi… I’m (Y/N).” She walked closer to him and stuck her hand out for him, she recognized him from the pictures, he was one of Ada’s brothers.

He heard about her, Aunt Pol always told him what was happening on Watery Lane in the letters she sent to Tommy. She had mentioned Ada’s lovely friend, multiple times. She told him that the girl was pretty, very kind, and that she went with her to church on Sundays when no one else wanted to, just so Polly didn’t have to go alone.

Tommy smiled at her, and she felt herself get lost in those bright blue gems of eyes. Instead of shaking her hand, he brought it to his lips and planted a little kiss on it. Her hand was soft and warm, it was a while since he felt the touch of a gentle female. He smiled when she blushed more at his kiss. “Thomas Shelby.”

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From that day on, Miss (Y/L/N) was under the protection of the Peaky Blinders. Thomas always had one of his men following her and Ada to school, and then back home. It killed him knowing that he couldn’t touch her, make her his, not yet anyway. That would have been immoral and awful, and he knew that aunt Pol would have broken his hand in two and cut off his cock. That didn’t mean he hadn’t spent too many night fucking his fist to the thought of her. Everyone in the Shelby clan could see how soft he was towards her, always making sure that she stays out of the bad things, and whenever she came over and he was working, his eyes basically formed into hearts and followed her everywhere. The family loved her, she enjoyed baking and she always made sure that at least once a week she turned up to the office with home-baked treats. Those kinds of sweet treats calmed everyone down, business was blooming after all.

Ever since Tommy came back from the war, he only let himself be pleasured by whores, the one girl he wanted was the one he had to wait for. He always hired prostitutes that resembled her even the slightest bit. He imagined that he was burying himself inside her wet and warm walls, he overheard her and Ada and he was very well aware that she was untouched, a sweet little virgin. In Small Heath, the girls started sleeping around in their teens, but she, at 17, didn’t care about the boys her age. She wanted a certain gangster, who was nearing his thirties.

He didn’t even claim her yet, but wherever she walked, everyone knew she was Tommy Shelby’s girl. He sent her gifts, and always a handwritten note. Her heart never failed to warm up when she saw the little T.S on the bottom of the cards. Flowers, chocolates, exotic spices that she could put in her sweet treats, jewellery, dresses, everything a 17 year old girl loves. She was spoiled by him. When she wore one of the dresses that he got for her, she always sent him a shy smile and a little nod.

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Tomorrow was going to be the day when she would finally become 18 years old, a young lady. She felt so antsy getting to bed, knowing that she would wake up as an adult. She also deeply hoped that Tommy would do something, after 2 years of gifts, protection and lustful gazes from distance. It was safe to say that her standards were very much heightened.

When she woke up, she noticed a big box on the chair of her vanity, tied up in one of those big ribbons. Her mother must have brought it up for her, as she always did when her daughter’s name was on the box, written by the familiar handwriting.

She was smiling widely when she opened the box up, it had a beautiful silky dress and a gold locket necklace. She marvelled at the divine fabric, but quickly blushed when she looked into the box again. There was a set of white lingerie and a note.

Tonight, I’ll send a car to pick you up at 7pm, be ready.

~T.S

She melted at that, and she felt her lower tummy warm up. This evening, she will finally be claimed.

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By the time 7pm rolled around, she did everything she could to make herself look pretty for him. She took a long hot bath, made sure she smelled good everywhere. She washed her hair and tied up half of it with a bow. She put lotion all over herself, sprayed herself with perfume and put the lovely dress on. Sitting in her vanity, she put on some makeup. She felt beautiful.

She got her light coat on, along with kitten heels and she was waiting for his car to come. When it did, she sat in the backseat and greeted the driver.

She got driven to Arrow house, which she only heard about before. It was so huge, and overwhelming, but very nice.

A maid took her coat and escorted her to the dining roomom. Just like the rest of the house, it was quite big, both the room itself and the table. It was decorated elegantly, the candlelight flooded the room. Just as she stepped in, Thomas walked in the room on the other door. He looked so handsome as always, with his muscular frame and his tailored suit.

His heart nearly jumped out of his chest, she looked like an angel, and she was standing in his house, wearing his gift. The maid left, now there were only two of them in the room, he walked up to her. With a gentle hand on her waist, he pulled her closer so he could plant a kiss on her cheek and whisper in her ear. “You look absolutely gorgeous.” He got even closer, her head was spinning with him so close, his masculine scent sent her hormones into overdrive. “I hope the dress isn’t the only gift of mine on you.”

He felt his dick twitch when she looked up at him like that, a gentle glint in her eyes. She shaked her head, too lost in his eyes to answer with words. To shake her out of her trance, he guided her to her seat, with his hand still on her slender waist.

He sat next to her, the maids kept on serving the finest of foods. Thomas also brought out a bottle of red wine. Both of them were surprised how easy it was for them to talk. They talked and ate, and Tommy even found himself laughing. He also found out how innocent she was, she wasn’t stupid, just inexperienced, and he was more than happy to give her experience. She also had a big heart, and a gentle soul, she was everything he needed.

While everyone in Small Heath tried to warn her about Thomas Shelby, she never understood why. He was just trying to protect his family and give them a chance at a better life, he was also an absolute softie for her. She could see that he had a lot of love to give, he enjoyed being the leader and defeating other gang leaders, but he must have been craving someone who could take care of him for once, she knew that she wanted to be that person.

When they finished dessert, he pulled her chair closer to his and cradled one of her blushing cheek into his palm.

“Are you aware of my intentions towards you?” He asked in a serious tone, she knew that he wasn’t fooling around. Now or never. She nodded as much as she could with the gentle hold on her face, but he wasn’t having it. “Answer me with words, I want to see if you really want this.” She felt dizzy by hearing his dominating tone.

“Yes, I know your intentions with me.” She replied shyly.

“What are they?” His fingers started to move her hair out of her face, caressing her in the process.

“Y-You want to make me yours.” She spoke lowly, it was hard to speak when he was looking at her as if he was seconds away from ravaging her.

“Yes, and do you want that, (Y/N)? Do you want me to make you mine?” He was even closer now, he whispered seductively in her ear, his full lips were nearly touching the shell of her ear. “Just say the word, sweetheart, and I will give you everything you crave. Please, let me give you the world.” Thomas Shelby barely used the word ‘please’, but he was nearly begging for her. She almost giggled, as if she really needed much convincing.

“I want it, I want it so bad, Tommy…” She was getting impatient, and he saw it on her.

“Shh, sweetheart… Don’t let your pretty head worry, I’m going to take care of you so nicely.” He stood up and stuck his hand out for her to take. “Come.”

He walked with her to his bedroom, she was walking behind him so she couldn’t see the wicked grin on his lips. When they stepped in the door, he just kept on walking, which caused her to walk backwards, until her knees hit the bed and she had fallen down on it.

He didn’t waste a second and crawled on top of her, his lips slowly finding hers. Their kiss started out slow, he guided her lips with his own. After a few minutes, noticing that she was starting to become more and more confident, he slipped his tongue into her open mouth. His hand wandered to her back, where the zipper was, his head pulled away so he could ask for silent permission. Once he got it, he helped her sit up and he removed the dress. Sitting back on his heels, he admired the sight in front of him, her young body was just begging to be ruined. She was wearing the lace, she looked exactly like an angel. His lips glued themselves to her neck and they sucked and bit, her noises were proof that she was enjoying his touch. He made sure to really mark her up, she wasn’t going to leave his mansion for a while, he needed his time with his new prize. She bit down on her lips to hide her moans, something he growled at.

“Don’t you dare. I want to hear you, don’t hold back, sweetheart.”

He went down to her breasts, he also reached under her arched back and unclasped her bra. She tried to cover herself, but he was having none of it. He slowly unpeeled her arms from her chest and kissed all around her breasts. “How beautiful! Such a nice pair of tits you have, the best I’ve seen.” He sucked a nipple into his mouth and she mewled loudly, she didn’t expect to feel so aroused while getting her nipples sucked at. He made sure that he gave both of her tits the same treatment before going lower.

Before he could do more, he stood up to remove his shirt and pants, her presence was making him hotter by the minute. He hooked his fingers into her panties and his cock nearly tore his underwear when he saw how the crotch was stuck to her entrance. She was already so ready for him. He yanked harder and they finally parted, he brought her panties up to his nose and inhaled deeply. “Mhm, so sweet… But, I think I need to feel this from the source.” Tommy dropped to his knees in front of her spread legs, her mind was making her doubt herself. What if she looked ugly down there? What if it smelled or tasted b—

“OH— Tommy!” She moaned loudly when his tongue licked a long stripe up her slit. He just chuckled into her pussy darkly, then he moved on to her pleasure. His mouth was sucking her throbbing clit, his fingers slowly circled her entrance, teasing her.

“Fuck… Your cunt tastes divine, and it’s only for my mouth to taste.” It wasn’t even a question. She was unable to form a coherent sentence, she could only moan and thrash on his tongue. He took one finger and he slowly eased it into her, she was so wet that it slipped right into her, he didn’t hesitate to add another one. “You’re going so good, I cannot wait to feel this tight virgin pussy on my cock.” He curled his fingers and rubbed them right into her spongy spot, her fingers grabbed his hair and tried to push his face more into her heat. He felt her clenching more and more, so he sped up his movements and grinned proudly when she came undone with a whiny moan and a desperate call of his name.

He kissed his way back up to her heaving chest and looked up at her flushed face. He talked her through it, until her breathing evened out again. He slowly slipped his underwear off, his back straightened out for her to see his big cock. It was veiny and thick and it made her nervous. He kept her legs spread, while he kneeled between them, one of his hand smoothing her face and the other one gripped himself at his base. “Want to give a little touch? Don’t be scared, I’m going to make this very pleasurable for you, my sweet girl.” He hissed when her fingertips made contact with his dripping tip, he was so pent up and her soft touch nearly made him blow his load all over her juicy tits, but he had to stay patient. “Are you ready? Ready to become mine?”

“Yes, Tommy, please, I want to feel you. I-I waited for you.” This caused him to grin and give her a deep kiss.

“I know you did, little one.” He positioned himself at her entrance and he slowly began pushing in, he felt a bit of resistance, but with a sharp thrust, he managed to break through it. He wrapped her up in his arms and whispered sweet nothings into her ear soothingly. “I know, I know. It will feel better in a minute, your pussy just has to adjust to my cock. Relax.” It didn’t hurt as much as she thought it would, but it still did, the girls in her class made it sound worse, or maybe their boyfriends didn’t take the time to prep them properly. That made her so proud, her Tommy made sure she was ready. She tried her best to relax her muscles and she felt the pain lessen. She planted a shy kiss on Tommy’s neck at which he chuckled at. “Good girl. You’re mine now, only mine.” He slowly began moving in and out of her.

Her walls gripped on him like a vice, he didn’t need any whores anymore, he had her now. His hands lifted her hips up a bit, so his cock was hitting her spot at every thrust. He went more and more faster, his fingers also began rubbing on her swollen clitoris.

“AH— Tommy, I’m going to—do that thing again.” His innocent little girl, so good for him.

“Good… I can feel you squeeze me, come on, sweet girl, come for me. Come on my cock. Let me fill you up. Let me make you mine.” With a shout of his name and a cry, she came around him. When he felt her walls pulsing around him, he let go too. His warm cum painted her walls, and it was such a delicious sensation. He stayed inside her for a few minutes, both of them trying to catch their breaths.

When he pulled out, he sat back so he could watch his cum leak out of her spent hole. He looked down proudly at his softening cock, which had some of her blood on it. Shit, he really filled her up with his load, there was so much of it. And the whiteness of him and the dark crimson of her virginity made such a lovely contrast together.

He took a rag from his bedside table and cleaned her up, making sure that he was gentle with her, the girl just got fucked and she was sensitive both physically and mentally, he had to be gentle.

After he made sure they were both clean, he once again brought her into his embrace. He smiled at her lovingly, which caused her to do the same. Her hair was all puffy from his touch, but he loved it.

“Are you okay? Does it hurt?” He cradled her cheek, and caressed her under eye area with his fingertip.

“I’m good, I feel a bit sore, but it’s okay.” She nuzzled into his neck and left little kisses. “I’m so happy to be here with you.”

He smiled in a way he didn’t for a long time, and he felt his heartbeat quicken. He wanted to give the world to the girl in his arms, and he felt the primal urge to protect her and keep her away from all the bad. “Me too. I’m happy to know that you’re finally mine.”

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