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Tangled - (T.S)

Chapter 1 - Nighttime

“I hear you did the powder trick on Monaghan Boy, Thomas,” I drawled, running my finger along the dining table.

Thomas’ plate of food lay in front of him on the table, as he took his peaky cap off. He ran a hand through his hair, and dragged it down his face. As he moved, a sweet smell wafted over. A smell that was not the roast potato soup in front of him.

“And you smell like a woman,” I stated, clasping my hands together.

“Why are you dressed up Y/N?” He asked, leaning against the table.

“I hardly am, unless wearing my sleeping trousers and one of your button up shirts is classed as dressing up,”

“I’m not dealing with this tonight, come to bed,”

“No, not tonight Thomas,” He flinched at his name. I said it with malice, and he had picked up on it. His head dropped slightly, and he sighed.

“John asked for help with the children. Polly should already be there, and I was due there two hours ago. Two hours I spent waiting for you,”

“What is repeating it going to do about the situation,” Thomas said, making eye contact.

“I’m leaving now Thomas. If you lie to me about doing the powder tricks and where and who you have been with, I won’t just be leaving to go help your brother with his children,” I said, pulling my faux fur coat off the kitchen door.

“Leaving me for John. I should’ve known,” He hissed, moving to bring a cigarette to his lips.

“You will not smoke one of those in my house. I don’t know what your issue with me is. We both lost people important to us before and during the war. I am not the cause for your issues with yourself,”

He laughed cynically, and took a drag from the cigarette, blowing the smoke into my face tauntingly. “Her name is Grace, in case you were wondering,” He laughed, pain seeping in over the cynicism.

“Fuck you Thomas Shelby,” I whispered.

I stepped past him, letting the tears fall freely down my face. The cool wind of the night dried them as they fell, stopping as I reached John’s front door. It was unlocked, and I helped myself in, jumping as Polly and Katie shouted ‘Boo’.

“Katie dear, go see if your father has put the boys down to sleep,” Polly instructed, caressing Katie’s cheek.

“What has Thomas done now Y/N?” She asked, her hands moving to her hips.

“He slept with another woman,” I said, my bottom lip quivering.

Polly shook her head, and opened her arms. I wrapped my own around her, sobbing onto her shoulder. I heard footsteps come down the stairs, and felt another hand come to rest on my shoulder.

“Her name was Grace,” I cried out, and Polly stiffened. “John, go find out about this woman. Now,” Polly said.

As John left I cried into Polly’s shoulder until my eyes were sore, and pulled away carefully.

“He’s acting as if our daughter never even existed,” I whispered, bringing a hand to cover my mouth.

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The girl with the tattoo - Thomas Shelby

Those innocent eyes, that smile on your face, makes it easy to trust you

“Who’s that with with Polly?”

Arthur’s eyes followed Thomas’ gaze and fell upon a woman a woman just shorter than Polly. They could both easily distinguish the difference between the bleak brown furniture surrounding the two, and the bright green sparkle of the strangers eyes.

“I have no clue,” Arthur answered, his thoughts leaving his head.

“Well I’m going to find out,”

Arthur watched as Thomas sauntered over, struck by the beauty of the woman, walking with a cocky swagger.

Her focus turned to Thomas as he stopped next to Polly, and he chuckled as Polly gave him a swift slap up the back of his head.

He caught her words in the air, which brought on more laughter.

“This is woman’s business Thomas, fuck off”

Thomas turned around with a grim look on his face, like when he was scolded when they were younger. However, the woman had burst into loud laughter, her smile gaining everyone’s attention. Everyone joined in, including Arthur, while Thomas stood and gazed at her with the most love struck expression Arthur had seen.

“Arthur, I love her,” Thomas said as he came to a stop next to his elder brother.

“I think everyone can tell dear brother,”

If only they knew, the girl with the tattoo, like I do

Thomas fell back against the headboard with a thump, his breathing a fast pace. Y/N sat in front of him, teasingly tugging his dress shirt along the lengths of her arms.

As he watched the action, he noticed a small marking on her left shoulder blade. He lent forward and gently brushed his fingers against it, his chin coming to rest on her shoulder.

“You never told me you had a tattoo,” He whispered, staring ahead of them, his fingers tracing patterns along her skin.

“Well Thomas my dear, you’ve never asked,”

Thomas hummed and lifted his other hand to halt the movement of his shirt covering her shoulder.

“Come back to bed,” He pleaded, his voice nothing like the usual tone it held.

Y/N released a soft sigh, and dropped her arms. Thomas smiled, not that Y/N could see and slowly pulled the shirt off of her body, his lips leaving a trail of kisses where the shirt had once sat.

Thomas grinned as Y/N turned to fully face him, her head tilted slightly to the left, her lips in a pout.

Thomas reached out and caressed her cheek, leaning forward and pulling her close. Their foreheads and tips of their noses touched, maintaining a steady line of eye contact.

“I love you Y/N,”

She smiled and pressed her lips against Thomas’. The night went on, and in the room where the two were nestled, sounds of pleasures echoed but the words ‘I love you too’ never left Y/N’s lips that night.

Doing what you’re doing, just to get where you’re going

“You can’t keep pushing me away Y/N,” Thomas cried out.

“I’m not pushing you away. You are preventing me from doing what I need to do,” She shouted, picking up a glass filled with whiskey.

It brushed against her lips, and the amber liquid disappeared down her mouth.

“And what do you need to do?” Thomas asked, dropping to his knees.

“Leave this shit place. I can’t do anything here, no one is safe. I’m constantly in the face of danger because of you,” She hissed, her heart skipping a beat at the sight of Thomas crying.

“Where do you need to go?” He asked, the old tone returning to his voice.

Y/N stopped, she hadn’t actually thought about this. She didn’t like being in the presence of danger, nor the fact that Thomas and his family were too. Ada had told her to leave, Y/N was too pure for all the troubles they went through she said.

“We’ll go on, tell me where you need to go,” Thomas instructed, his tone turning hateful.

He rose from the floor and slowly stalked his way towards Y/N. She didn’t know this Thomas, and she was scared.

“Where do you need to go?” He shouted, his face nearly pressing against hers.

This was nothing like an intimate moment they previously shared. It wasn’t full of lust and attraction, it was full of hatred and fear.

Thomas’ body shook as he breathed, his hands on fists. Y/N blinked and raised the glass, smashing it against the side of Thomas’ head.

He fell back with a groan, clutching the site. His vision was blurry as he watched the figure that was Y/N leave his study. He didn’t hear the familiar footsteps go up there stairs to the bedroom, he didn’t hear the car start up.

He heard the familiar trot of a horse, turning into a gallop the sound growing farther and farther away as his vision turned black.

What had happened to them?

Yeah I see you baby, just don’t lose yourself along the way

It took Thomas months to track down Y/N. It took him time away from Grace, from his family. But he needed to do it.

She was in London all along, alongside Ada who constantly checked in on Y/N. Thomas shook his head at the thought that she was so close, but so far.

He shook his head of his thoughts, and returned his focus to where he was and who was standing in front of him.

Y/N looked angry, but beautiful. Her hair was now longer, and her style had changed. It was quite similar to the one Polly now possessed, the dresses were gone and in were female suits.

“I left for a reason, what do you want?” She asked, lighting the cigarette that sat between her lips.

Thomas watched as she deeply inhaled, licking his lips she lifted her head exposing the spot he used to kiss as she moaned.

“Thomas,” She hissed.

“I know you have a baby on the way, you’re not the only one keeping tabs,”

“You know nothing of the baby, or Grace, or anything Ada has told you. It’s lies,” Thomas stated, knowing it wasn’t.

Y/N took another drag of the cigarette and blew the smoke into Thomas’ direction. She refused to let herself get riled up.

“Bullshit, why else would you have Arthur sitting in your house with the heavily pregnant Grace as we speak,”

Thomas stopped, so she really did know. And if she knew that, she clearly knew more.

“I don’t want anything to do with you. I left for a reason, I bring no trouble for the Peaky Blinders,” She stated, squishing out the cigarette.

Thomas gulped, how would he win her back? And how would he stop her from dealing guns to gangs?

‘Cause you’re doing what you’re doing, just to get where you’re going, and I see it baby

Y/N fell against her bed, the male who’s name she couldn’t remember rushing out of her room. She’ll hear something from Ada about his uncanny resemblance to Thomas.

That was the least of her worries at the moment. Grace had given birth to a little boy, Thomas Shelby now had an heir.

Only two weeks after he had come to see Y/N, he was born. The same day Y/N and Thomas were due to get married.

A knock rung against her bedroom door, and Y/N covered herself. Ada peeked her head in a moment later, Karl’s heard a few centimetres below hers.

“They named him Charles Aunt Y/N,” Karl exclaimed.

“Oh a beautiful name,” Y/N gushed, smiling at Karl’s grin.

He nodded and moved away from the door, his footsteps sounding further away from the two adults.

Ada looked at Y/N with her head tilted, the exact same way she used to look at Thomas.

“You’ve been invited back to Small Heath with Karl and I, on behalf of Aunt Polly,” Ada said.

Y/N nodded and turned away, her sign for wanting to be left alone. Ada sighed and shut the door, Y/N let herself cry as she heard the click.

It was meant to be her with Thomas, but she was scared. She didn’t want to go to the top, she held no care for gangs and violence. She wanted a family and peace.

She knew she got it when she left Thomas, but she immersed herself in it once again. Somehow she missed it, and she missed Thomas.

And too many others gon’ ask, to say I do, but I knew

Y/N was back in Small Heath, Thomas knew because Finn eagerly rang Thomas, not knowing that the two loved each other but couldn’t be together.

Charles was a few months old, and out with Grace visiting her family, that he could not get along with. A peaceful means to an ends that they had come to.

Thomas stood in front of Polly’s house she shared with Michael, ignoring the loud music that came from within and barged inside.

Polly and Michael were on seperate tables, different bottles of alcohol in their hands, cigarettes in the others. Familiar white powder lay across a tray, and a familiar face walked down the stairs.

“Thomas,” Y/N greeted, turning as she heard the footsteps follow her from behind.

Thomas’ gaze moved from hers to the male behind her, the one that looked almost exactly like Thomas. His name was Charlie, and his wife died the day Charles was born.

The idea of it was ironic. The day Y/N and Thomas were due to get married, Charles was born, Charlie’s wife Allison passed away due to gang violence and Y/N found out she had been an affair woman.

The other male who looked like Thomas, that wasn’t Charlie, was married. Y/N dropped contact after meeting his wife that night, and eagerly found her way to Small Heath, coming across Charlie on her way.

“Thomas this is Charlie, Charlie this is Thomas,” Y/N said.

“I don’t even know you anymore,” Thomas whispered, turning on his heel and leaving.

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tumblr just deleted my draft of Dishonest Part 2, it will be published at a later date. I’m so sorry for the delay!

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POSTING SCHEDULE

Part 2 of Dishonest - once draft is completed and edited

Little Princess - Tommy Shelby!father x daughter reader

Running a muck - Tommy Shelby!father x daughter reader

Fluff alphabet - Spencer Reid

Part 3 of Dishonest series

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Please could I request a Tommy x Daughter where she’s fourteen and invites a boy over to study with her and Tommy hates every moment of it

of course! keep a look out, this will be posted after part 2 of A Love Story with Spencer (previously known as Dishonest).

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Hi my name is • Spencer Reid (Part 1)

I looked down at the text, and back up to the cafe sign. The words Tea by the Seaside looked back at me, almost daring me to enter.

I’m here, I texted Penelope.

After a second I tucked my phone away and pressed the wooden door in front of me forward, the sweet smell of honey surrounding me, welcoming me.

I looked around, my interest growing as I spotted a booth. As I slid onto the cushioned seat, my phone chimed. In a swift movement the phone was on the table, lit up, showing Penelope’s reply.

He should be there now, his name is Spencer. Also, I recommend ordering the caramel hot chocolate, it’s D-E-L-I-S-H. She responded.

I chuckled, and looked up, meeting a mans eyes. He smiled at me, hesitantly stepping closer until he was on the other side of the booth. His hands were twisting together. He was anxious.

“Sorry to interrupt you, but are you Y/N?” His hands twisted together. He was anxious.

I nodded motioning towards the empty space.

“I’m Spencer,” He greeted, taking his cardigan off at the same time.

“Y/N,” I responded, holding my hand out.

His eyes flitted down to my hand and he grimaced slightly, “It’s safer to kiss,” He stated.

I chuckled and retracted my hand, studying Spencer’s face. “Penelope warned me that you’d say that,” I laughed, meeting his eyes once again.

Up close I could see that they were hazel. The green reminding me of leaves on a palm tree, the brown almost identical to coffee beans before being roasted.

My attention broke as Spencer cleared his throat, “Are you ready to order?”

“Sure”

Spencer waved over a waitress and drew his hands together. “I’ll take a large double shot espresso,” His and the waitress’ attention turning to me.

“Just a regular caramel hot chocolate please,” I said, smiling up at the waitress.

She finished writing down the order, and bud her temporary goodbye.

“Penelope said a bit about you, but not a lot. If you wanted to elaborate more on yourself,” I aired, my hands pulling into a complicated twist , similar to the one Spencer was doing minutes earlier.

“I work with Garcia, Penelope as you call her. I actually just got back from Chicago, a big case. I have three PHD’s and am currently working on my fourth Bachelors degree. And I love coffee,” He said, finishing as our drinks were placed in front of us.

I smiled and cupped my hands around the hot chocolate. Spencer gulped his drink down in the blink of an eye and yawned.

“How long were you in Chicago for?”

“Three weeks,”

I felt my mouth drop open and I nodded. I sipped on drink, looking at Spencer’s hair. It looked so soft and fluffy, I could bet it bounced when he walked.

“Is there something in my hair?” Spencer asked, a hand coming up to slightly ruffle his hair.

I shook my head, licking the milk foam off my lips before I spoke.

“No, I was just admiring it,”

Spencer chuckled lightly and tapped his fingers together. “What do you do for a living?”

“I own an antique and book store,” I answered.

His lips pursed, nodding slightly. “I’ve never heard that from someone Garcia has asked me to go on a date with,”

A snort left my nose, and I covered my face as warmth creeped across my cheeks, “I have to admit, I’ve mellowed greatly since college, I can’t say the same for some of my other friends. But that’s what brings us together, and it’s why I appreciate them,”

“Yes, they just weren’t my type,”

“Well what is your type Spencer?”

Before he could answer, his phone began buzzing erratically. He glanced down at the phone, and began collecting his belongings.

“I’m so sorry Y/N, it’s a case,” He apologised and explained.

I waved him off, and smiled, “Catch whoever it is as fast as you can,” I paused, “Boy genius,”

Spencer laughed loudly, his head falling back. He pulled himself closer to me and pressed his lips against my ear.

“My phone number is on the napkin,” He paused, “Cat lady,”

I laughed in turn, barely noticing as he pecked my cheek. I waved goodbye as he left the cafe, smiling as he hurriedly walked out of sight.

This date seemed like it had the potential to go far.

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Jack in the box - A.H

“I’ll be back soon,” Aaron called out, closing the front door behind him. There was a quiet shuffling and his muffled voice came back. “Don’t forget to lock the door,”. 

Jack giggled, and ran to twist the lock on the door tapping it twice to let Aaron know it was locked and he could leave. I slowly stepped up to the door, listening as the car started and left the driveway. 

“Mumma, do we get our costumes on now?” Jack asked, looking up with a big smile. 

Releasing a loud whoosh, Jack ran towards his bedroom. I followed behind watching as he sifted through his costume box. 

“Mumma, what’re you going to be?” Jack asked, his gaze falling slightly. 

I grinned. “Winnie the pooh baby, do you want to be piglet?” 

He grinned widely, and packed the rest of his costumes up and held the pink outfit out. “Can you please help me get this on?”

I nodded at him, and guided him into the costume zipping it up where it was needed. 

“I’m gonna go get my costume on, why don’t you go put the instructions in the key basket, and hide in the box,” I said, and Jack smiled up at me. 

He placed a soft kiss on my cheek and ran out of the room giggling. I entered the room I shared with Hotch, and pulled out a yellow skirt and red top. Pulling them on, I reached out for the honey pot and went into the kitchen filling it carefully. 

“Mumma, I can hear the car,” Jack shouted. 

“Be quiet baby,” I replied, flicking the kitchen lights off. 

I listened on as the front door opened and closed, and Aaron opened the letter. He voiced his steps and came to a stop in front of the box Jack was in, the familiar tune of a jack in the box emitting through the quiet lounge room.

As soon as Jack jumped up, I hopped out from behind the wall, shouting surprise in sync with Jack.

Aaron stood there, dumbfounded and began laughing.

“And what are you meant to be Mrs Hotchner?” Aaron asked, his hands settling to rest on his hips.

“Pooh Bear, and a pot of honey,”

Aaron’s eyebrow rose, his mouth falling open as I moved the honey pot away from my stomach revealing a small bump.

“Surprise,” Jack yelled, running up to stand by my leg.

“Happy Halloween Aaron,”

Aaron stepped over, grabbing Jack and I in his arms, holding us close.

“Happy Halloween,”

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Fandoms I write for:

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

Emily Prentiss

Penelope Garcia

Cat Adams

Peaky Blinders

Tommy Shelby

Arthur Shelby

John Shelby

Finn Shelby

Ada Shelby

Polly Gray

Michael Gray

Grace Shelby

Harry Potter

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Hermoine Granger

Blaise Zabini

George & Fred Weasley

Charlie Weasley

Ginny Weasley

James Potter

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

American Horror Story

Depends on Season, send in an ask or message if you want the full list.

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Hunting The Invisible - S.R

NEW SERIES

Spencer Reid sometimes loses control, but only when pushed and that’s exactly what Cat Adams did. She pushed. So when Diana Reid is taken he find’s it completely justifiable to unravel each and every moment of Cat Adams’ life. 

When he does, he finds a list of names and follows each and every single one looking for the person that would ruin Cat the way she did him. 

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A love story with Spencer • Masterlist

Part 1 - Building Blocks

Chapter 1: Hi my name is

Chapter 2: Statistically speaking

Chapter 3: That one case

Chapter 4: Paper Towns

Chapter 5: Vincent Van Gogh

Chapter 6: Our Starry Night

Part 2 - Dishonest

Chapter 7: Troubles

Chapter 8: Seeking help

Chapter 9: Change

Chapter 10: A different you

Chapter 11: Her name is Maeve

Chapter 12: The last time

Chapter 13: A dreaded night

Part 3 - Healing

Chapter 14: Still here

Chapter 15: Stay with me

Chapter 16: Baby steps

Chapter 17: Thank you

Chapter 18: I think I still love you

Chapter 19: The night it all began

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