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goldendoodlerlockerlove · 3 months

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Courtney

First impression

Impression now

Favorite moment

Idea for a story

Unpopular opinion

Favorite relationship

Favorite headcanon

Thank you so much for this ask!! I’m sorry it took me so long to answer.

I already did Courtney, so instead, I’ll do Linda, because I got another ask about her that I completely forgot to answer (and it disappeared)!!

First impression: I think I’ve always enjoyed Linda and her presence. But I think at first, I just didn’t have too much of an opinion on her. Shameful, I know. But that definitely changed once the show began fleshing her out.

Impression now: She is an icon, she is the moment, she is my wife. I love her dearly. The only person who loves her more is probably @jimmypesto. Carolyn is definitely the Linda connoisseur. She’s just so funny and relatable, as well as being a wonderful wife and mother. She’s so full of life, laughter, and love, it’s impossible not to love her and get sucked into her fantasies sometimes.

Favorite moment: Oh god, there are so many to choose from. One of my favorites is when she rejects Upskirt Kurt’s advances, and even headbutts him. Specifically headbutts him because she’s holding wine. Also probably the entirety of Linda-Pendant Woman, because she’s great in that episode. And also when she made up Kill the Turkey in An Indecent Thanksgiving Proposal.

Idea for a story: Maybe a story that examines her relationship with her toxic parents, especially Gloria, and her actually standing up for herself for once. God, I could just talk about how awful Gloria and Al are all day.

Unpopular opinion: Linda’s not annoying!! Linda haters feel similar to Gene haters, probably because the two of them are quite similar in personality. But Linda is so sweet and fun-loving!! She’s not annoying. Maybe on a couple of occasions, but what character isn’t on occasion?? No one’s perfect. I feel as if people are so overly harsh on her and Gene. Also, she’s not the only weird one in her and Bob’s relationship. Bob is equally weird. That’s why they love each other!!

Favorite relationship: Boblin Boblin Boblin Boblin Boblin—Okay, you get the idea. I’ll never get tired of talking about how much I love these two together, they’re so adorable. They’re just two weirdos who found each other and are so in love and running a lovely restaurant. It’s struggling, but they don’t care, so long as they have each other. Linda’s pure devotion to Bob is so admirable and sweet, and just—god, I’m getting emotional again. I also love her mother-daughter relationship with Louise, as they’re way more similar than one would first think. Linda was basically just like Louise when she was younger, maybe even a little worse. Thankfully, Linda’s definitely matured over the years.

Favorite headcanon: Okay, this is one I made up myself, but my favorite headcanon is that she’s secretly actually very good at math and doesn’t even realize it. The only evidence I even have is the fact that she handles all of the restaurant’s finances, and Bob was totally lost handling them himself when she briefly left in Linda-Pendant Woman, so clearly, she has to have some sort of talent for numbers. I like to think she only yells out “four” as a response to every math question is that when she’s put on the spot to do math, she overthinks it, so it’s easier to just say the same number as a response every time. This’ll probably get debunked by canon, but it’s still fun to think about.

#asks #bobs burgers #linda belcher #i love linda so much she’s the only wife ever #passsssss the cranberry sauce we’re having mashed potatoes!!#anyway she’s so fun to talk about because of her optimistic can-do attitude. her happiness is so contagious #my favorite example of her happiness being contagious is in the movie. especially during “sunny side-up summer”#it’s just too cute that she’s cheering up bob and it’s clear she really makes the restaurant something special

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wileys-russo · 7 months

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mrs Williamson ficlet

mrs williamson

"done for the week then love?" you smiled at the receptionist linda who addressed you. "yeah thank god. couldn't come sooner if i'm honest! i love them dearly but four days of rain and cooped up energy...i was losing my mind just as much as they were." you chuckled, waving her goodbye and wishing her a good weekend.

tomorrow a public holiday meant a three day weekend for you and you couldn't be happier about it, you and leah already having made plans to make the most of it. first and foremost was date night tonight, you'd left everything to your wife to organise at her hasty insistence so you were excited for whatever she had planned.

the two of you could just eat cereal together in your sweats and you'd still be a happy woman, so long as your favourite blonde was by your side it didn't matter how your time was filled.

you frowned a little in surprise as you switched your phone on and notification after notification began to pour in, and eyes glancing over the countless messages of congratulations your confusion only deepened.

you were expecting, only two and a half months along so it was early days. you hadn't told a single soul you were trying, you and your wife agreeing to keep it between the two of you just in case it didn't work out, and therefore less people to need to break the bad news to.

leah had been nothing but the most supportive life partner you could ever hope for. despite her insanely busy schedule she made sure she was there for every scan, every doctors appointment, every treatment, until finally things clicked and you'd gotten confirmation that it had worked.

once again you'd agreed not to tell people until at least twelve weeks, again hoping for the best and fearing the worst. so with your phone now blowing up with congratulations on the pregnancy you hadn't announced, your head was a jumbled mess.

driving home you declined call after call, from family members, leahs team mates, friends, every sort of person from every sort of social circle that existed within the support unit you and leah had wrapped yourself in.

"what the-" you slammed on the brakes as you tried to pull into your driveway, only to find it full of cars that were not yours or leahs. "god leah what have you done." you mumbled chewing on your bottom lip anxiously as you backed out and parked on the curb.

"leah!" you yelled out for your wife right as you opened the front door, but you didn't get more than two steps inside before you were absolutely swarmed by a small crowd of her arsenal team mates, who were of course your friends as well.

"why didn't you tell us!" "oh my god are you showing yet?" "can we feel for a kick?" "is it a boy or a girl?" "are you finding out? will there be a gender reveal?" "have you got a list of what you need yet?" "have you thought about names?" "i better be godmum!"

"leah!" you yelled loudly over the top of them, pushing through the throng of women who followed after you, still firing question after question in your direction.

"what are these painted on? or does pregnancy affect your hearing?" you felt hands tug at your ears and a familiar voice snicker in your ear as you rounded on her.

"alessia i am pissed off, pregnant, moody and full of hormones. do not fuck around with me right now!" you growled, grabbing the much taller girl by her hoodie and promptly slamming her into the wall.

"where is my wife?" you ordered, your sister immediately pointing upstairs bright blue eyes wide in shock as the rest of the girls fell silent at your outburst. with a huff you let go of alessia, dropping your bag to the floor and storming upstairs.

"leah!" you yelled again, turning into your bedroom and promptly running right into the woman you were after. "hi love. what's wrong? are you okay? is the baby okay?" leah worried, grabbing your shoulders and sitting you down on the edge of the bed, dropping swiftly to her knees and placing a hand on your stomach.

"firstly; why on earth is there a starting eleven in my living room?" you asked, narrowing your eyes and pushing off her hands. "team bonding night, my turn to host." leah quickly answered, recognizing you were clearly upset and not wanting to make things worse.

"and that had to be tonight?" "yes.." "and why would i have an issue with that leah? i'll give you a moment." "oh my god its date night. baby girl i am so sorry i completely forgot fuck! can you get sympathetic baby brain?"

you knew she was trying to make a joke but the stony look on your face sucked any and all humour right out of the room. "secondly; would you care to explain why my phone is blowing up with congratulations for the pregnancy we haven't announced?" you thrust your screen in her face as she grabbed the phone, scrolling through with a confused frown.

"um...i might have told lia. but she's the only one and that was only a couple of hours ago!" leah winced apologetically as you inhaled sharply and stood to your feet. without another word you grabbed the taller girl by her ear, dragging her out of the bedroom and downstairs ignoring her childish whines.

"walti!" you yelled, the swiss looking up in fear at the tone of your voice, the room of footballers again falling silent as you appeared. you let go of leah who grimaced, standing in front of the group with crossed arms.

"you only told her?" you questioned your wife once more, eyes warning her not to lie. "swear on my life, only lia." the blonde promised as your hardened glare turned to the girl in question. "lia?"

"...i might have told laura." "i told beth." "i told viv." "i told vic." "i told less."

"and i told many, many, many people." your sister admitted with a wince as you squeezed your eyes shut, the room so deadly silent you could hear a pin drop and you pinched the bridge of your nose.

"hey gorgeous i'm sure she didn't mean to-" leah fell silent at the withering look you sent her way. "alessia. what do you have to say for yourself?" you asked your younger sister who looked around for some sort of support, all of her friends avoiding her eyes as she opened and closed her mouth.

"um. i'm really excited to be an aunt?" "oh no, the baby doesn't have any blood related aunts." "what do you mean, of course it will?"

"no it won't because i'm going to fucking kill you!" you all but screamed launching yourself at her as leah sprung into action, you only getting one hand on your sister who quite literally hauled her body over the back of the sofa to get away.

"put me down leah i swear to god!" you yelled, thrashing and kicking as your wifes arms locked around your waist and she lifted your shorter form effortlessly off the ground.

with a word the older girl carried you off to the guest bedroom a few feet away, the girls wincing at the foul language which spewed from your mouth toward your sister who peeked over the top of the sofa in pure terror.

"get off me or i'll divorce you!" you growled, your wife quite literally pinning your body to the bed with a soft shake of her head. "i understand you want to murder less my love but i'm so sorry i just can't allow that, i at least need her for the match on sunday. and you need to calm down and then i will let you go and we will go and talk about this."

it took a further ten minutes before you finally stopped fighting her, promising you had calmed with a soft kiss as she let you up, taking your hand and leading you back out to the living room.

"alessia, come here please." you beckoned your sister to join you, in a much calmer tone as the blonde cautiously stepped a little closer. "i'm not going to hurt you, do you want to feel a kick?" you gestured, lifting up your shirt slightly as her eyes lit up.

within seconds she was bending down in front of you, hand reaching out to touch your stomach. though within a millisecond you'd jumped on top of her, wrapping an arm around her neck and grabbing a fistful of her hair.

"what the fuck you said feel a kick!" alessia grunted, trying to throw you off as chaos exploded in the once quiet living room, leah trying her best to drag you off as you clung on, choking your younger sister out as she swore and smacked at you.

"yeah big mouth me kicking the living shit out of you!"

#alessia russo x reader #leah williamson x reader #leah williamson #engwnt #woso blurbs #alessia russo #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso

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ginnyweatherby · 6 months

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hi i cannot sleep and my mind is wandering to the most random places tonight. so i come with a question: what are your headcanons for the whereabouts/backstories of phineas & candace’s father and ferb’s mother? please include as much lore as humanly possible

ok goodnight

Hmm, okay to be completely honest, I haven't really spent much time thinking about this. However I do personally think that Candace and Phineas' parents are divorced, while Ferb's mom passed away.

All that said, let's see if I can come up with something here...

Linda and Mr. Flynn were married young

Linda was still in her Lindana days then, he was some up-and-coming producer at the time

They met at a party somewhere and hit it off immediately. It's called networking.

They were the hot couple in the tabloids for awhile. You could barely go a week without seeing their faces or hearing their names somewhere.

Shortly after they were married, Linda found out she was pregnant and gave up the Lindana act to stay at home with the baby

Candace was a very ugly baby.

Candace loved her daddy, she was like a little duckling that followed him around everywhere

She liked to put on his glasses and his shoes and stomp around the house doing impressions of him.

They lived as a unit of three for awhile until Phineas came into the picture

Phineas was a sickly baby (you can't tell me that head of his made for an easy birthing experience), so it was hard on the family while he spent time in the hospital

He was also an ugly baby btw.

When Phineas was around two, all the stress had reached the breaking point, and they finally admitted defeat and divorced

I hate to say it was a bitter divorce, but well, there must be some reason he's out of the picture.

Lawrence and Mrs. Fletcher were sickeningly in love

Like ooey gooey mushy wushy stuff 24/7 just the most disgusting couple to be around.

They met as teenagers and were sweethearts ever since.

They liked to go on dates to cute little restaurants as often as they could

She loved movies, practically every weekend was spent at the cinema. She especially liked old black and white films.

She got sick when Ferb was only a baby, but she hid it well from him

She didn't want him to remember her ill.

Until she couldn't hide it anymore.

She passed away when Ferb was only a toddler

It scares him that the older he gets, the less he remembers of her.

Lawrence was - understandably - a wreck.

For several months.

Ferb stayed with his grandparents for awhile

Lawrence just couldn't cope with his grief and a toddler at the same time

Especially since every time he looked at Ferb, he saw her eyes.

Eventually Lawrence picked himself up, and while still devastated, knew he needed a fresh start.

For both of them. For all of them.

Ferb once asked why they didn't see Mummy anymore, and Lawrence almost broke down again

That's when he moved them to the United States

He knew he'd miss his family, but this was a clean slate.

It was hard at first, raising a kid on his own, but he knew he had to, for Ferb's sake

It's what his wife would have wanted. He'd promised her he'd do a good job.

He was so nervous the day he enrolled his shy little boy in preschool

They had barely walked into the classroom when a little redheaded boy took Ferb's hand and said "I know what we're going to do today!"

Lawrence met the boy's mom later that day.

#i'm so sorry it took so long to respond to this!!#it's been a crazy past week or so and i couldn't seem to find the time/energy to sit down and write something #but i hope you enjoyed this regardless of the wait #although it's not so much mr. flynn and mrs. fletcher lore as you may have hoped and more linda and lawrence backstory lol #disney #phineas and ferb #linda flynn fletcher #lawrence fletcher #candace flynn #phineas flynn #ferb fletcher #ask #lumiereandcogsworth

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faghubby · 7 months

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Happily married

I stood in the kitchen doorway and watched from across the room as he slid his hand over my wife's ass. I had met him only once before but knew he had been fucking my wife for several months now. The scene made me excited since almost everyone we knew was there. Family, friends, Co workers. We always threw a party for Halloween it wasn't necessarily a Halloween party as much as a preamble to the holiday season. As I watched this man secretly flirt and touch Kelly, I felt a hand on the small of my back.

"Wondering if she will ever fuck you again?" Tim whispered in my ear. I froze as his hand slid down cupping my ass.

"After dinner you're going to take me somewhere and suck my cock. While all your friends and family listen" he said. His hand massage my ass.

"Look at him wondering around with your wife, think she is introducing him as her lover"Tim continued. Just as my sister walked over to me.

"There you are hiding?" Linda said.

"No not all, have you met Tim?" I said introducing him. Tim stepped out and shook her hand. Tim took Linda arm and led her away talking about the new lights he had installed for us in the dining room. The party continued and me and Kelly exchanged looks a few times but where never together. Other then when we welcomed everyone to our home. I lost track of her for awhile but we did have almost 100 people wondering around. That is until Kelly came up to me and suddenly kissed me. I tasted her lovers cum as she fed it to me.

"Such a good sissy bitch" she whispered in my ear. If I had not been wearing the special panties with a built in gaffe. The whole room would of know I had an erection. Well not the whole room. Kelly did cuckold me because I was too small to please her. But she also liked me to always wear very tight pants. To show off my sexy bubble butt.

"Do you know how many in this room know you like to suck dick?" She asked me. I didn't not really I knew a few. But knew she had told more. Just then my phone vibrated. It was Tim. When he called a pic of his cock appeared on my phone. I always worried someone would see. Text read Master bedroom now. I kissed Kelly and made my way upstairs. As I entered Tim stood there naked. He pointed to the floor and I dropped to my knees. He approached his cock swinging between his legs.

"Make it hard" he ordered I instantly started to kiss and lick his cock. For the past 2 months I had sucked his cock at least a dozen times.

Kelly had hired him to seduce me. At least that's what she always told me. That fact he was an electrician was a bonus. He grew hard in my mouth.

"I know Kelly already gave you your oral dose of cum, so this one is going in your ass" Tim told me. I was so nervous someone would hear him he wasn't trying to be quiet. He pulled me to my feet. I quickly disrobed. And stood before him in a pink thong and a corset. With stockings. He laid me on the bed. I spread my legs. As he applied lube. He then pushed his hard cock in my ass. I let out a moan as he did. He put my legs on his shoulders as he fucked me.

"You love this don't you, you are such a little faggot." Tim told me. Tim was gay sure but he had never taken anything up his ass he swore. Well besides my tounge a few times. He had sucked some cock. But preferred to fuck little sissy bitches as he put it. He was a machine sawing my ass with his thick 8 inch cock. I was trying to be quiet but the more I tried the harder and faster Tim fucked me. He finally stiffened and filled my ass with his cum.

"Why don't you put on something alittle sexier" Tim went to my closet he pulled out a clean pink lace thong with matching bra. He then handed me a pair of woman's slacks with a zipper on the side. He allowed me to keep on my dark colored shirt to hide the bright colored bra. Tim led me back to the party. Kelly saw us.

"Don't you look hot" Kelly giggled her hand ran across my ass. Tim pulled me to a corner he unzipped my pants and slid his hand into my pants rubbing my hard dick.

"Tim I am going to " I said resting my head on his shoulder. Tim stopped leaving me wanting, he pushed his fingers in my mouth so I could taste my precum. I opened my eyes to see. My neighbor. Kathy walking in the room. She was a bit startled by what she saw prehaps more embarrassed. Tim smiled at me, he loved to expose me. I wanted to chase after her, try and explain. But my pants where still unzipped and Tim still held me.

"Let her run off and tell kelly" Tim told me. I so wanted to cum. "Kelly and I think you shouldn't cum anymore" Tim told me. We had discussed this before. Kelly had wanted to lock me in chastity. Tim had convinced her he could use humiliation to a much more satisfactory effect.

"Tim please"

"Why don't you call me sir" he said. My pants had settled down a bit more.

"Sir may I cum please" I begged.

"You want me to what bend you over right here in this room and fuck you right now?" Tim asked. I didn't he knew that. He grabbed, my thong and yanked it up so my whale tail would show. Then let me fix my pants but not my panties.

"Go ask your wife if it would be okay if you spent the night with me in the guest room. " Tim said. I nodded and went to find Kelly. I found Kathy quietly talking with Kelly. Kelly motioned me over.

"Paulie is a sissy cuckold" Kelly explained. She saw a flash of pink and to emphasize this pulled on my exposed panties. Kathy seemed stunned by all this. Kathy left in a hurry dragging her husband out the front door.

"Kelly would it be alright if Tim spent the night?" I asked.

"Still haven't had enough , I know he already fucked you earlier" Kelly said as if wanting me to plead my case.

"Yes, Kelly" I said.

"You have become a total faggot, you know that?" I couldn't look at her. "Yes you can have a sleep over" Kelly told me. "You better do everything he asks of you" the party was just about broken up. Only our closest friends remained. Kelly was actually sitting on her lovers lap. Leaving no doubt about who she was with. Tim wrapped his arms around me from behind. Although everyone knew I found it very embarrassing.

"Paul, does Tim have a big cock?" Nina Kelly's best friend laughed at my discomfort. I didn't answer. But Tim took it as a sign to push me. He unzipped my pants again this time letting them fall around my ankles.

"Paul, please. Sorry he has become such a faggot he can't control himself around men" Kelly said in a fake state of shock. To alot of laughter. Although I was so horny my slight erection vanished. My bulge easily held in the tiny thong.

"Look how smooth he keeps his legs" Diane said actually reaching out and running her hand up my leg

"Don't get me started he spends more time in the bathroom trying to look pretty then I do" Kelly responded.

"Please sir" I begged wanting out of the room.

"Strip, down to just your lingerie. Then you can go upstairs and wait for me" he told me. I hesitated so Tim started to take off my shirt. Exposing the my bra I stood in just lingerie in front of our friends. Tim smacked my ass and I ran upstairs.

"What no kiss goodnight?" Kelly called out. I ran back kissed her quick before running out again. All to a great round of laughter. I fell on the bed crying. Tim entered a moment later.

"Enough of that" Tim pulled me up to my feet he stripped me naked. Then had me watch as he undressed.

"Do you still want to cum" Tim asked.

"No, sir" I wimpered.

"Good. Now see if you can get me hard again" he said. I sucked his cock hard, Tim had me get on my hands and knees. His cock slid in easy having been on there only about 90 minutes earlier. I didn't even try and be quiet as Tim fucked me in-between smacks to my ass.

"OH thank you,sir" I moaned. Just as Kelly walked in. Tim never stopped.

"OH my" Kelly said as she watched me get plowed, she had seen me suck a cock but never get fucked before.

"You where making so much noise" Kelly explained before she turned to leave with a smile. The embarrassment kept me soft thru it all. After Tim had pumped his seed deep in my bowels. He had me put on fresh bright pink lingerie. Stockings, garter, a thong , and bra, he added a pink collar to my neck. Before cuddling with me to we fell asleep.

Kelly woke me,

"Do you still like pussy?" She asked as she lowered herself to my mouth. Cum flowed out of her as I licked her clean. I was amazed how much there was.

"Yeah, your tounge has always been magic" she moaned. This woke Tim. He rolled to us. Kelly moaned louder. I couldn't see what they where doing but Tim was sitting up. Kelly shifted having me lick her asshole. Before she got up. I saw Tim kiss her breast one last time. Kelly left Tim pushed up my bra and kissed and sucked my nipples. I moaned. My penis leaking in my panties. Tim felt me throbbing and stoped rolled over and went back to sleep. I was in agony. But knew better then to masterbate.

I woke up late. And made my way down stairs. I found Mike shirtless making breakfast. Kelly and Tim where sitting at the table. I came in and sat down. Mike put a plate in front of me. With grapefruit And a protein shake. This was part of my very strick diet. He patted my head.

"Eat up" he said condescending

"Paul, did your new robe not fit" Kelly asked. She was talking about the silk robe she had bought me that said sissy on the back.

"It is a little short" I commented.

"Stand up" Tim ordered I did as told. He pulled off my sweat pants and tee shirt I had put on. "Well then you can just wear your underwear then" Tim told me. Mike walked up behind Kelly and slid his hand down the front of her shirt. Exposing her breast as he did.

"Why do you tease him so" Kelly laughed. KissingMike. After breakfast both Mike and Tim had to go. Leaving me and Kelly alone. I cleaned up.

"Tim wants you to come out fully. You know" Kelly commented.

"Stop wearing men's things, stop pretending" Kelly added. We had discussed this before she knew I wasn't truly gay, I was submissive to almost everyone. Although I was terrified when Tim exposed me. I found it exhilarating. Kelly pulled on the ring attached to my collar.i had forgotten I still wore it.

"This is new" Kelly smiled. I blushed.

"Mike gave me jewelry" Kelly bent a little showing me she wore no panties and had a jeweled plug in her ass.

"Get dressed we can get our nails done" Kelly told me

"I should get to work today" I commented.

"Your the boss, assign someone" she said flashing me her ass. I ran after her. We showered together. Washing each other. I got an erection but Kelly ignored it. Kelly picked out a dress for me to wear. She sat me down and adjusted a wig on my head and did my make up. All while she was naked.

"No panties" she said lifting my dress. She did slip breast forms in my bra . "I know what you need" she produced a matching plug, bent over and let her insert it. She drove, I can't drive wear heels. She took my hand and led me into the salon. We had done this before. But I was still nervous. We sat and had a mani/pedi. And gossip with the girls.

"Paula here has the quietest guy, I hear he has a big one too" Kelly giggled. The girls looked at me to confirm. I just turned red and loomed away.

"OH that confirms it" one of the girls laughed. Kelly lifted my dress. The girls laughed historically. After that they decided I need fake nails as long as they could make them along with bright colors and pretty designs. They drew a penis on each big toe nail.

"You know, I am never going to let you go back to being a man. you belong to men now" Kelly told me. Her hand slid under my dress at a stop light. She rubbed my soft penis.

"You don't even get hard for me anymore" she told me. "Any man I choose for you" Kelly told me. She drove me home.

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megs-mostly-past-random-fandoms · 1 year

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A Friend in Need

Based on this request: May I please request an Arthur Shelby fic? Maybe reader(fem and Arthur’s best friend) has never liked Linda because she tried to control Arthur. She never said anything to Arthur though and when Linda leaves Arthur for someone else, he turns to reader who comforts him? Maybe some unrequited love?

Here you are, lovely! I apologize for the wait! *Familiar characters are NEVER mine!*

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Warnings: mentions of cheating(I do NOT condone this), mentions of alcohol and drunkenness, potentially unrequited romantic love. Comfort.

Pairings/Characters: Arthur Shelby x platonic(?)!fem reader, Tommy Shelby, brief mentions of Linda Shelby

Linda Shelby was a woman you hated with every fiber of your being. It wasn't like you to be so harsh on other women, but Linda was probably one of the worst in your opinion. She wasn't good for her husband at all and you knew that because Arthur had been your best friend for longer than you could remember. He was a strong Shelby man brought down by a manipulative and controlling woman.

No longer did Arthur come 'round to the Garrison just to have a drink with you. No longer did he come to the ring to let out his frustration. You knew he had children now, so the fighting thing didn't bother you as much. But the slight turning of his back on his family because his…wife decided that the rest of the Shelbys were no better than dirt beneath her feet? That made a rage build within you in a way you'd never felt before. A rage that was only made worse by her "holier-than-thou" complex. So yes, you despised Linda Shelby, but never more than in this moment right now.

When the pounding began at your door, you were irritated. You were tired and ready to retire for the evening. That irritation instantly melted away when you opened the door to find Tommy and Michael dragging a (very obviously) drunk Arthur between them. You moved aside to let the three in without a single question. They would tell you when they were ready.

They plopped Arthur down on the couch as you grabbed a bucket in case Arthur got sick. Tommy turned to you as he straightened his jacket. "Arthur's in a bad way." You snorted out a laugh. "I can see that. Am I allowed to know what's happened or is it family only business?" Tommy arched a brow at you. "You are family, Y/N. Linda walked out on Arthur. For another man." Your eyes widened.

"SHE DID WHAT?!" Arthur groaned at the suddenly volume of your voice. "Sorry, Arthur," you muttered before practically pulling Tommy and Michael from the room. "You're joking. Tell me you're joking, Thomas," you stated as calmly as you could. You knew better though. Tommy wasn't one to joke like that. "Arthur spent most of the day in the pub. Probably still be there if Finn and Isaiah hadn't found him. I thought I'd seen him at his worst. Turns out, I hadn't."

"Where is she?!" you growled, "I'll wring her neck! How dare she! The hypocrite!" You moved toward the door only to be stopped by the two non-intoxicated Shelbys. "You don't worry about Linda. Arthur needs you right now." You took a deep breath through your nose, indicating that you were not happy about it. "Fine. But if I ever see her face, no force on earth is going to stop me. Not even you, Tommy." He smirked before tipping his hat and leaving your home.

With a sigh, you turned back help Arthur. He held the bucket you'd given him near his face as he groaned loudly. "Oh, Arthur," you whispered. You carefully sat next to him and rubbed his back. Arthur glanced at you, or tried to, before letting out another noise of agony. The two of you sat in silence for a bit before Arthur spoke in a mess of slurred words.

"Sh-Should have been you," was what you managed to catch. "What?" you asked softly. You didn't want to make the headache you were sure he had worse. "Should have m-married y-*hic*-you. Wanted to." You blinked in surprise. What the hell? "Arthur, you're drunk. You don't know what you're saying." Arthur shook his head which seemed to make him feel ill as he leaned over the bucket.

"We'll talk about this more in the morning over breakfast." Arthur let out another couple of hiccups and set the bucket on the floor next to the couch. You helped him lie down, your mind racing a mile a minute. Were Arthur's words really those of a drunken mind? Or did he mean them? And, if he did, did you feel the same?

You loved Arthur, sure. He was your closest friend and had been for years. But were you in love with him? Did you love him as more than a friend? You had never thought about it before. "I need to sleep," you muttered. You could think about this more in the morning. You bid Arthur a good night only to find him already snoring from his spot on the sofa. A soft laugh escaped your throat. Then you headed to your own bed in hopes of catching at least a few hours of sleep. You would deal with this in the morning and you only hoped that, no matter what your head and heart agreed on, it wouldn't change things between you and Arthur for the worse.

You tossed and turned all night, finally givin g up when you caught sight of the dawn through your window. With a sigh, you rose and snuck downstairs to brew a cup of tea and cook breakfast. You knew the smell of a home cooked meal would wake Arthur from his stupor. And you needed the time to think. Cooking always helped you do that.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, Arthur entered the kitchen. He looked awful, but then, who wouldn't after the night he had? He let out a groan as he sat down at the table. Without a word, you slid a cup of coffee his way before continuing with breakfast. A comfortable silence settled between you while you worked and Arthur nursed his coffee.

Once breakfast was ready, you sat a plate in front of Arthur before sitting down with your own food. You felt Arthur's eyes on you as you ate slowly. It was like he was trying to decide if he'd messed up the night before. He was trying to piece together what had happened and you let him. You weren't going to bring it up and potentially embarrass either one of you. Arthur was a man who got angry when he was embarrassed and that would only make his headache worse.

"Tommy tell ya?" he finally asked and you nodded slowly. Arthur's lips dipped into a frown. He looked like he was contemplated every choice he'd ever made in life. "Am I bein' punished?" You arched a brow. "Of course not, Arthur. Linda's choices were her own. She chose to break the vows she made. She chose. Not you. You love her, enough to remain faithful and stop drinking and fighting, at least for a while. She made the choice. You're a good man, Arthur Shelby. A good man who sometimes makes bad decisions, but no, you are not 'being punished' for anything in this situation."

Arthur grew silent again, pulling another sigh from your lips. You rose from your seat and made your way over to him so you could wrap your arms around his shoulders as you'd done a million times before. You pressed a kiss to his hair. Arthur used one hand to hold onto your arm a little more tightly than usual, as if he were afraid you would disappear. You had never seen the man more broken and you only hoped he would make through this an even stronger man than before.

(a/n: I hope you like it! I am nearly finished with part 2 of “Deduce Me” so I’m hoping to get that posted soon!)

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saintmuses · 5 months

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❝𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙗𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙮, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙤 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙜𝙤❞

Pairing:

Thomas Shelby x “Dead” Wife!Reader

Summary:

Thomas’ wife died in his arms that fateful night, so how was she standing in front of him years later? Too much time and space led them to having a conversation that was long overdue.

Warning(s): Both POVs. Angst. Jealousy. Emotional infidelity. Mutual pining. Fluff. Undefined ending (ambiguous?). Minors, dni! Note: I was listening to Dolly Parton’s I Will Always Love You when I wrote this!

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October 1931

“Thomas.” A whisper.

His crystal blue eyes stared blankly at the woman in front of him. She looked…different as if she was living within time and not the other way around. Not as a ghost.

The last time he had seen her was seven years ago. One moment she was looking at him with soft twinkles in her depths, with a smile that felt like warm spring and the next her eyes were empty, lifeless with blood smeared across her chest as she died in his arms. Or so he had thought. She was dead, right? The doctor who was tending to her that night had informed him that she lost too much blood which was the reason why she did not make it. Even went far as to tell him the time of death.

She may have been declared dead in the hospital, but she had died in his arms.

He inhaled slowly, as he sought for her scent as he looked at her tentatively. Not believing she was standing in front of him all this time.

“Y/N?”

A few hours later she was standing by the bookshelves at the Arrow House as her sharp eyes took in the scene before her. The Shelby family were scattered across the room of Thomas’ office. They were all clamoring to each other, arguing in hushed voices as they try to figure out how to place her in a society that lived on. Seven years was a long time and much had changed in terms of trying to integrate within society.

The only people missing were John and Esme including their children. John Shelby had been dead for a few years now, and his wife had left with children because why else would she want to stay with a family who brought nothing but death due ambition they had not yet found the limit to, and enemies that was made in the process of climbing their way to the top of the world?

She also made a mental note of new additions that weren’t in the room with them. Arthur and Linda’s child, along with Thomas’ daughter and wife, Lizzie. Imagine her surprise before she was released from the hellhole she had been suffering in she was told stories upon stories about the Shelby family that was once hers.

She was unfazed by the sight in front of her, but it still did not take away the searing pain that rushed through her when she saw the family lived those seven years that she couldn’t.

She decided to end the argument with a simple statement. “I would just say I’m her twin,” she said wryly. They all stared at her with apprehension in their eyes as if this plan was going to fail before it ever got the chance to begin.

January 1932

A brimming fire that was lit every night in his office, and a glass of Irish whiskey didn't prevent the loneliness that he was very familiar with for years now especially after when he thought Y/N died. It had only worsened when she left despite not being that far away from him.

When he was in London to deal with the parliamentary hearings back in December, he found out she had found herself a shelter at Ada’s house. He would not call it a home for her because her home was here at the Arrow House. Not anywhere else.

He had fell into an indescribable rage when he came home to find her and her belongings -she had chosen for herself after settling back into society- gone without any trace. The staff had to clean the pile of broken crystal tumblers by the fireplace the next day.

He was forced to let her go when she was dead, and now he couldn’t have her back when she was alive.

When she was living at the Arrow House, they would just walked past each other in hallways with stilted conversations that ended after three sentences. It hurt him to look at her and not being able to kiss her with everything he had and hold her in his arms. He wanted to do that despite being married to someone else. If he was a better man, he would’ve done the right thing and divorce Lizzie to end her and his suffering, but he knew Y/N wouldn’t want him to do that just because she was a ghost that came back to the land of living, figuratively and he has his children to think about despite wanting to be selfish. If he was a better man, he would’ve not done things like he had in the last seven years. He would’ve done better.

Polly came by earlier and accidentally dropped a hint with an undefined twinkle in her eyes that Y/N was enjoying a night out at the Garrison. The implications were there, he was sure of it.

The logical thing to do was to let her be, she could rebuild her life at the shelter she decided to run away to hide in and find herself a gentleman who could make her happy again after these years that was taken from her. Unfortunately for someone like Thomas Shelby, he would never let logic dictate him when he was filled with fire ashes and brimstone.

If he was a better man, he would’ve done the right thing and let her go.

It was lively inside of the building once he entered the pub. It was a world difference inside than it was outside with the street resembling the dead quiet of a night.

His eyes scanned the bustling crowd, eyes twitching at the sounds of laughter scattered across the room, and his jaw clenched slightly when his eyes found the target.

She was sitting in the booth at the corner of the pub, laughing at the unknown man’s jokes. He was fairly certain that the jokes the stranger was telling weren’t funny at all.

Or perhaps he wasn’t a funny man because he rarely found anything funny anymore. Thomas thought to himself.

“Everyone, get out now!” His shout in the shape of a command pierced through the lively crowd, cutting the atmosphere into cold and deadly quiet except for the gramophone that was spouting out some sort of music.

She turned her head toward the right to see Thomas giving the man she was on a date with a cold set of icy eyes as they walked past each other. She internally sighed, knowing he was a time ticking bomb waiting to be triggered.

She played with the glass in her hand as he removed his overcoat, placing it on padding of the booth.

“Why are you here, Thomas?” She asked, with tiredness in her eyes as she looked at the man sitting across from her.

Obviously, he was not going to answer her question with the way he was giving her a silent treatment despite the fact he was looking at her with indescribable look on his handsome face albeit haunted by the past. Her.

She stared at him momentarily before scoffing. “You’re wasting your time coming all the way out here. Go back to your office, and drink whatever the fuck you drink nowadays and smoke until there’s nothing left to smoke since that’s all you’re good at. The way I live my life now is not your problem anymore.”

His stoic stance weakened after she spat out the words at him. “You think you’re not…” he trailed off, before narrowing his gaze at her. “You think you’re not my problem anymore?” Sounding nearly incredulous at her flippant attitude.

“Aren’t you? Seven years had been gone and this is what you do now as if I’m not your problem.”

“‘Course you’re my fucking problem. I’m fucking hurting inside,” he snapped, icy eyes blazing with frustration. “That’s why I’m always holed up in the office because I don’t know how to deal with someone who was supposed to be dead, supposed to be a ghost in the paintings. I’m dealing with it by drinking whatever the fuck I’m drinking nowadays, and smoking ‘til there’s nothing left to smoke.” He used her words in a slight twisted way, almost mockingly. “Let get this one thing straight, you are my fucking problem, but you always will be because we both know the truth.” He wanted to say you’re my problem because I still fucking love you as if those years hadn’t passed, and you know that too. However, he didn’t. “I sit in there all the time with fire as my companion, especially now when you’re avoiding the house and you’re avoiding me as well.” He growled at her, but his tone twinged with anguish at the truth despite the fact he couldn’t handle her being around, he wanted her to stay. If he was a good man, he wouldn’t want to make her his problem ever so willingly.

The brown liquid sloshed on the sides heavily before it spilled over the glass as she slammed it down on top of the table in front of her. “It’s hard for me to be in that house with everything that I…” don’t even have anymore, she thought to herself. “Bless Lizzie. She is Charlie’s mum despite the fact I was the one who gave birth to him because she is the one he knows…but it doesn’t mean it hurts any less because he can’t even look at me.” She chuckled as bitterness rolled through her veins. Her eyes landed on the patterns of the wood in the table because she refused to look at Thomas as she continued. “And I have to watch you be someone else’s husband, and it hurts because you’re not mine. Not anymore.” She shook her head, biting down her bottom lip. “You may have married to her on a piece of paper, but you aren’t even remotely loyal to her because you whored yourself around to the point where I’m fucking surprised you didn’t even get a case of goddamn syphilis, and I know you stopped doing that the moment you found out I was alive.”

“You have any idea how much it hurts to know all this shit you’ve been doing for years? You were self-destructing then, and you are still doing it now!” She snapped; her eyes landed on Thomas’ unrelenting gaze which made her a bit nervous because it meant he was on autopilot. Inner turmoil rolling through him, of that she was sure of. “You also refused to remove the portraits after I was gone, and now they just remind me of memories that don’t belong in this time, the things I don’t have anymore.” She exhaled before lifting the glass to her lips, tilting the crystal object to feel the burn of the liquid that spilled into her mouth before placing the glass back on the surface.

“I may be alive, but I did die in your arms that night, and seven years went by because I never had a choice. I haven’t lived my life either in those years I was gone. Life goes on, and I know that. You’re living your life and I have to start mine in a different time and different place.” Resentment rolled through her veins as anger crashed in waves inside of her mind as she thought back to the moment when she found out she had been a ghost for almost a decade. She couldn’t count the days that had been gone where she was holed up at.

“I have to move on, Thomas. You can’t be angry at me for that,” she whispered, swallowing thickly as she hated those words that came out of her mouth.

Fuck. He seethed internally, inhaling sharply to remind himself to settle down. He understood why she had to move on, although he wished she wasn’t trying to. Despite the fact he was married to Lizzie, he could barely move on these days when he thought Y/N died in his arms. However, it became much more harder nowadays because she was sitting in front of him, and she was not a ghost anymore who haunted him from his past. Instead, she was a living breathing person who was trying to move on because she felt she had to. Fuck.

And here they were. Suffering because she was alive in front of him and he had a life without her, the one he had because life went on, it never stopped.

He was married to Lizzie for his daughter’s sake, due to his position in Parliament. If he hadn’t gotten her impregnated then…or if he had noticed something was different that night when Y/N fell into his arms…“I’m not angry at you, I’m angry at myself.”

“Why?” She was perplexed despite knowing him well enough that his anger was rarely directed at her.

“If I had known there was something amiss…”

She interrupted him softly, “how would you? You thought I died in your arms. There was nothing to be amiss. It was the end.” She pointed out nearly casually as if she was quoting the Bible.

He slammed his fist onto the table, the crystal tumblers that was on the furniture rattled violently in response to the force of his hand. “It shouldn’t have to be!” He roared as his eyes darkened. His brummie accent thundering in the emptiness of the pub. “I didn’t have a choice, Y/N. We both didn’t. That bastard took you away from me, from Charlie…took time from us. He took everything from us. From me!” He was nearly frothing at the mouth with spittle flying everywhere due to how angry he was.

So close.

“Thomas,” she paused after observing his facial expression abridged in anger and anguish. “We have…time.” It was a statement she thought she would never get to say. “Obviously we have a lot to talk about. Even the things we don’t want to, but we have to.” She murmured, reaching to trace her finger onto the rim of her glass. “For now, we just pretend that the world is not all fucked up. The moment the time strikes eleven in the morning, that is when we will talk about the last seven years with transparency. Can we do that?”

Thomas stared at her, unblinkingly as the anger receded before nodding slightly in acknowledgment. It was agreeable considering he had a perchance of needing to know what happened to her.

After all it was one of the rotating questions that ran through his mind whenever he looked at her. What had happened to you while you were away? What happened to you that I couldn’t protect you from? What happened?

Soft notes of the music wafted through the quiet air of Garrison.

“We’re in a different time,” he murmured, gazing down at her with softened eyes. “And many things have changed,” he acknowledged reluctantly. “But…not this.”

He pushed the chair away from the table before standing up, walking around it to stand by her presence, then held his hand out towards her.

"May I have this dance?"

She looked up curiously, to see his hand in front of her albeit trembling slightly. She wanted to frown because that wasn’t like Thomas, but perhaps things changed for him inside too. She blinked at him, then she slowly smiled at him after evaluating his expectant expression. At least that part hadn’t changed.

She got up from the table, pink tainting her cheeks as she blushed deeply, gripping his fingers as she laid her hand onto his, and gave him a smile that outshined the ceiling light bulbs in the pub. It made his heart flutter, of course it didn’t do it without anguish either. He loved her and yet she was too far away for him to have her back where she belonged.

He led her to the middle of the room where they had room to dance.

She curled her palm onto his left hand, her index and thumb are hairsbreadth away from each other just like their bodies as he wrapped his arm around her waist. Gripping his hand as she reached for his shoulder with her other hand.

He gazed down at her intensely as they began their first step, and she stared at his face, caressing the back of his shoulder with her hand, eyes flickering to his briefly before turning her head away slightly.

They were dancing like they had been when she was Lady Sarah of Connemara at the races. They were dancing like they had been in the quiet room in her old flat as they were hiding from the coppers. They were dancing like they had been the night they got married.

Back then when their world wasn’t so fucked up the way it was now.

Everything had changed, and yet it felt like nothing had shifted along with time when she was in his arms.

He seemed to agree with her silent musings when he pulled her closer to his frame than she had thought possible. Her fingers gripped his shoulder slightly in response when he traced his fingers across her back.

He turned his head slowly, and she could see slight tendons in his neck as he swallowed. “We…we’ll figure it out. Okay, Y/N?” He murmured into her ear, his voice was low and comforting.

She nodded.

As they swayed to the soft notes of the song, she laid her chin on his shoulder to savor the feeling of his presence. Her eyes began to well up with tears that never fell.

As the song came to a slow end, their eyes met as she moved her head away from his shoulder. Ending the moment when she had to let go of his hand, taking a step back reluctantly as she continued to stare at his face. Neither were willing to break the connection as his gaze made her burn like it had been in the past.

So fucking close.

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Zablife Story Share-Chapter 1

Summary: Tommy wakes to find his wife has left along with half his fortune. With his family at his throat, he must work to solve the mystery on his own.

Author's Note: This story will be told by many talented writers as part of a collaborative effort. This chapter was written by @zablife. The next chapter will be told by the lovely @evita-shelby. Get ready for a wild ride!

Warnings: fighting, drinking

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“Tommy, love, you were married to her for three bloody years. What do you actually know about her?” Polly asked drumming her fingers on the desktop. She was trying to be compassionate, but her patience was wearing thin. They’d done nothing but chase a ghost for weeks now and the strain was exhausting the whole family.

Arthur had not been so understanding, acting on his rage instantly. He burst through the doors of the betting shop like a bull, overturning desks and crashing through Tommy’s door demanding an explanation. Polly had to wedge herself between the brothers when Arthur learned the awful truth of just how much money the family had lost. It was only with John’s help that she prevented an all out war. Of course, it had been his embarrassment that fueled him, feeling like a failure to his wife and child. Linda was furious at the thought of their escape from Birmingham being blocked by her sister-in-law’s thievery.

Tommy sat back in his chair speechless. No matter how he tried to rationalize it, the sad truth was his bride had stolen away in the night with more than half the contents of the company safe and enough jewels to bedeck the royal family. She had gone to bed with him the night before and then left without a note or a trace she had ever existed in his life.

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Four years earlier….

“Tommy, she’s lovely,” Ada said with a smile as she watched the young woman chat in the corner booth with Finn. “Where did you find her?”

“She fell into me lap,” Tommy said, drunk on whiskey and his newfound love.

“She what?” Ada asked incredulously, a grin plastered to her face. Plenty of women threw themselves at her brother, but he wasn’t naive. He had a business to run and he guarded his feelings almost as carefully as his empire. She simply had to know how one woman had broken down his defenses so effortlessly.

“If you must know, dear sister, I met her in a London club, one of Alfie Solomon’s,” Tommy said, slurring his words slightly.

Ada raised an eyebrow at her brother. “Since when are you friends with the wandering Jew?” she teased.

“Ada, please. She’s going to be my wife. Don’t make jokes,” he said, attempting to straighten himself to his full height. He squared his shoulders and cleared his throat.

“Oh, my God, Tommy! Are you going to propose tonight?” Ada asked with wide eyes. Before she received an answer, Tommy was marching toward the booth and Ada watched as her brother sunk to one knee and pulled a velvet box from his pocket. Her eyes welled with tears as she watched him mouth the words Freddie had spoken to her not so long ago. She wished nothing but happiness for her older brother and said nothing more of her reservations. If Tommy had found happiness, she would celebrate with him.

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Tommy tossed in bed and wondered why he was even attempting to rest despite his exhaustion. The weight of responsibility loomed over him and he wondered how he would ever replace the fortune his wife had stolen from his family. Arthur and Linda were unable to travel to America. John and Esme would not be able to buy their farm in the country. Polly had wished for nothing more than a life of travel after years of being confined to the slums of Birmingham. And poor Ada wanted a better life and a good school for Karl. Even Finn would be affected by the changes, unable to move past his dismal prospects on Watery Lane due to the setbacks afforded to the company. Tommy hated himself for the misery he had brought down upon everyone.

A thousand questions plagued Tommy as he lay there in their bed, listening to the wind beat the tree limbs mercilessly upon the window panes. Had she ever loved him? Why hadn’t she stolen all the money? Then inevitably, his mind turned to her beautiful face and the way she looked so vulnerable when she lay sleeping next him. He couldn’t help the way he cared for her. Was she in trouble? Did someone force her to do this? He shook his head, disgusted at himself for caring for her, even now after everything she had done. He ran a hand through his hair, yanking at the roots harshly to dislodge the unwelcome thoughts.

Sitting up in bed, he reached for his cigarette case. He tried to remember that it was useless thinking of her well-being now. She had taken so much from him. How could he wonder about her now? Of course she was fine. He tried to be cold and objective once more, thinking back to any sign of deception during their relationship and wondered how he could have missed it.

He inhaled deeply and closed his eyes at the calming effect of the nicotine coursing through his body. It steadied him long enough to recall his honeymoon in New York. The flash of memory came to him quickly as though he were reliving every part of it now. He could see the street they walked down, hear her laughter and feel her trim waist beneath his arm. She had taken him to an establishement she said was special to her and they spent an entire afternoon there enjoying each other’s company. If he searched for it now, he could find the photograph of them, looking into each other’s eyes longingly. It had been an important place to her. He knew that now and he realized what he had to do.

Continue reading Ch. 2

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Pasts and futures

Summary: Wedding preparations aren't easy, but Heaven has an idea and with some luck, Eleanor will agree.

A/N: This is for @call-sign-shark's celebration and I'm nervous about posting it, idk, Heaven is such an amazing character idk if I'm able to keep up with her 😅 Anyways, I'm glad to put our OCs officially together and just had to choose this gif bc I remember thinking it was very cute Tommy was Arthur's best man! And bc finding good Arthur gifs in the search tool is so hard omg

Ever since she became part of the Shelby family, Heaven didn't attend Thomas' house many times, why would she? She could feel his eyes burning with hatred every time they met and of course, the feeling was mutual.

Blue against blue, like freezing ice and the hottest type of fire, powerforces trying to annul each other.

However, with Arthur's wedding proposal, she needed to put the hate aside for practical reasons, at least temporarily. After doing a quick research for assembly rooms, she realized the party needed to be hosted somewhere else, those excessively large and overpriced places seemed too far from her reality - not that she couldn't afford them - but they lacked the intimacy and familiarity she craved for one of the most important days of her life.

Hers and Arthur's house also didn't feel quite right, it was miles away from the church the ceremony would be settled and honestly, their home was their safe place and even if only family and friends would be invited, Heaven had no wish to see her place crowded with people.

So she made a decision and only hoped Eleanor would agree.

At the living room of the Arrow house, a maid took Heaven's overcoat, revealing a reddish skirt and a shirt she had stolen from Arthur, that even properly tucked in, looked too large for her small figure.

"I'll call Mrs. Shelby," the maid said, "may I offer you something to drink?"

"Oh, tea would be nice,"

As the servant left, Heaven sat down on the sofa, inspecting the details of the place, the wooden furniture, fancy looking carpets, green wallpaper and many paintings and pictures.

A particular portrait made her smile, not because of the image itself but for the meaning behind it, Tommy in the betting shop looking much younger, in a golden typically feminine frame, it obviously belonged to her sister-in-law. She thought it was cute that someone managed to love the cretin.

Looking in the opposite direction, she was surprised by a tiny girl semily hidden behind the other sofa, all she could see was a pair of blue eyes under thin eyebrows and a bang.

"Hello, love," she greeted.

"You're Heaven," the little girl affirmed.

"I am,"

"Katie told me,"

"Yeah? And what's your name?" she smiled at the mention of John's daughter.

"Rose,"

"Has anyone ever said you look exactly like your dad?"

"Yeah, aunt Linda, all the time-"

Heaven pursed her lips, looking down at her own hands, a string of jealousy burnt on her at the mention of Arthur's past wife. She wondered what Linda's relationship with the Shelby family was like, for the better or the worse, she wasn't able to erase the catholic woman from people's minds.

But she could from Arthur's and that was all that currently mattered.

"And aunt Pol, and aunt Esme, and aunt Lizzie, and uncle John-"

As the list went on, she observed the little girl's mannerisms. If Rose's face was like her dad's, every movement came from her mother. She couldn't help but imagine what hers and Arthur's child would be like someday.

"I see you met Aunt Heaven," Eleanor's voice cut down the child's, "but the adults are gonna talk now, why don't you go find your sister?"

Heaven's eyes widened meeting Eleanor, her long curly hair was gone, now laying above her shoulders. With a pout, Rose left the room. Sitting on the sofa across Heaven's, she sighed.

"Sorry I took so long, there was a call from the institute,"

"You look… different," the french one pointed out.

"In a bad way?"

"No, it's fashionable,"

Offering Ellie a small smile, Heaven decided not to mention the gallows, she knew that was the reason for the new haircut but months had gone by, it was to forget and open space for something new, hopefully something better.

"Hm, Frances didn't offer you a drink?"

"The maid? She did,"

"Good then, how are you? How is Arthur?"

"That's what I wanted to tell you," proudly, Heaven showed off her wedding ring.

"No, I don't believe this!" Ellie giggled, "Hev! This is lovely! It's so good to see old Arthur back,"

The bride's smile slightly dropped, old Arthur was a man she didn't know. Surely, she knew the man she was going to marry, she saw him happy and cheerful as much as broken and miserable, but she didn't know what he was like before being broken.

"Did you choose a dress already?" Eleanor asked.

"Ellie," Heaven sighed, "what was old Arthur like?"

Tommy's wife froze, pressing her lips together, "Hmm, he was the way you know him now, happy," she gulped, "Heaven, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-"

"No, I wanna know,"

"Well, I won't lie to you, he was never- hm- normal, when I met him he was already fucked in the head, it got worse when he went to France, worse when moved to London in 1922, then he met Linda and got better, then got worse again and then he met you," Eleanor messily explained, "but he was always a boxer and always fond of blondes,"

Heaven giggled, heart swirling with love as she imagined a young Arthur - exactly like the army picture she had at home - practicing the sport with his brothers.

"He always had a soft heart and loved babies, got all emotional when Tommy and I had Rose and moved out Watery Lane, I knew you could do it, brother," Ellie mimicked Arthur's voice, "anyways, I'm sure this is not what you came here for,"

"Oh, yeah, I wanted to ask a favor," she explained, "I already decided the chapel Arthur and I will marry, but the place for the party it's been more difficult so I thought that if you and Thomas agree, we could host the party here,"

With a sly smirk, Eleanor asked, "Will Arthur tell him of the wedding or should I?"

"Maybe he'll react better if you do it,"

"Hmm, I'll see what I can do, but if depends on me, you'll have the greatest wedding party the Shelbys have ever seen,"

#peaky blinders oc #OC Heaven Shelby #OC Eleanor Shelby

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some of my personal fav eddie hcs 🫶🏼

he's the oldest cousin and only boy so he doesn't know what it's like to have any older siblings, but when he met hen and chimney, he felt for the first time what it was like to be taken care of as a younger brother and he's never ever going to take it for granted

it took him a while to grieve his wife, but eventually he brings shannon's things out of storage and puts them out all over the house. sometimes it hurts, but it's all worth it when he gets to answer his son's questions about where the eccentric iron armadillo came from

when shannon found out she was pregnant, she told eddie and they decided to run away. it was fun while it lasted, but eventually they ran out of money and had to return home. he'll forever treasure those few weeks they had together; it was their happiest time.

shannon loved music, so when he's missing her he'll put on the songs she liked and dance all over the house with christopher

he LOVES watching movies at the theater and often goes alone in the mornings after he drops chris off at school. he stops at the dollar store first and get snacks and puts them in his boots to sneak them in

he's queer (it's easier than explaining the complexities of being bi and on the ace spectrum) and he's known since he was 20 years old. it wasn't a sudden realization; it hit him slowly, like snow falling one by one. he's comfortable in his queerness and he has support from his family.

he wore his wedding ring even after shannon died. he lost it, though, and he went to a pawn shop to buy another one, and then buried it next to her grave when he finally felt ready to let her go

what sold him on the 118 after graduating the academy was how hard bobby fought for him without even knowing him. he didn't have to prove himself. it was nice.

he doesn't want anymore children. he didn't even want christopher, honestly, but it takes two to tango and shannon was excited and he was, too, even though it took him a while to wrap his head around the idea of being a dad.

bobby and buck are his emergency contacts.

he used to wear his abuelo's boots because the man was a real-life cowboy and eddie wanted to grow up to be just like him

he used to love thunderstorms but after buck's accident he doesn't like them much anymore + listens to music when it's late and the thunder's too loud

he has his childhood dog's name tattooed on his leg

his favorite flower is magnolias. he likes dark chocolate covered strawberries and buys two dozen for himself every valentine's day. he brews his own sweet tea. he leaves his tomatoes on the windowsill to sun and ripen further.

bobby's like a dad to him, the kind he deserved

he had a little crush on linda when he was at dispatch (and buck LOVED it)

he loves buck, like that, but his heart's big enough for more than buck buckley and he's enjoyed every relationship he's had that led him and buck to one another

when buck proposes and they start planning their wedding, he turns into bridezilla. groomzilla?

he is a sassy dude. his mouth gets him in trouble sometimes, but he says stuff so dryly and blandly people look over it. it drives chim up the wall.

he dances with maddie at her and chim's wedding, and jee-yun, too, who stands on his shoes

he tries really hard to be normal when christopher starts dating, but it's hard when it's the kid of abbie jean gentry, pta president and eddie's sworn enemy

he visits shannon's grave often and talks with her. she's dead but he isn't gone, not when he can see her in their son's smile and hear her in their son's laughter, and he likes to tell her what chris is up to even though he's pretty sure she's watching

he loves cartoons. LOVES them, i'm so serious. i can't stress enough how INTO cartoons he is, okay.

buck said kissed him first and decided they were going on a date. eddie went batshit, didn't go to the date because he was making a list of all the reasons why he and buck shouldn't be together, and buck finds him in his kitchen and he's pissy, and eddie shows him in the list, and on it there's 'buck keeps his loft on 68. cold.' and 'buck uses too much onion powder' and 'buck doesn't wear socks to bed and he sticks his cold feet on me' and buck just laughs and laughs and laughs because they're terrible for each other, kinda, but that's what makes them perfect for each other, too. losers.

his favorite color is green and when apple came out with a green iphone he was so excited he squealed

he's a fan of country music. not that new age, jason aldean, toby keith did to country music what pantyhose did to fingerfucking type shit, but the real country music, full of outlaws and rebels and rednecks. it's one of his roman empires.

his favorite movies are twister, titanic, without a paddle, dirty dancing, and dazed and confused

patrick swayze in roadhouse was his Awakening

he enjoys sex, even with the people he had one night stands with, and doesn't care whether he tops or bottoms because it feels good regardless. he does tend to lean toward the (soft) dominant side of things, which his partners respond to beautifully

he was born 31 october 1991

he was held back a grade in middle school to give him another year of eligibility of playing baseball in high school

he was a member of ffa, held office as sentinel all throughout high school, and supports the organization still. chris is in 4h, but the high school he wants to go to has an active ffa program and eddie's really excited about it

he's soft and so full of love he doesn't know what to do with it sometimes. it just spills out of him, splashing at his feet and flooding everybody around him. he doesn't hold it in anymore because he likes the way people respond to him when they realize he's sharing his love, all smiles and acceptance and unconditional love in response

#under a cut because it got LONG #this has been in my drafts for. three months now i believe?#been adding to it every once in a while and there's SO much more i haven't added but phew this is a start #eddie diaz #911 #amanda talks #my hcs

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deliciousangelfestival · 2 years

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His Birthday - Ransom Drysdale AU.

Character: husband!Ransom Drysdale x wife! Character, OC! Daughter, OC! son

Theme: SIice of life, Fluff.

Words: 1,015

A/N: Hi, hi, so I’m feeling somewhat sentimental these days about birthdays, and it inspired me to write a new story for my favorite character, Ransom Drysdale.

I hope you like it.

Check out Masterlist if you want to read more fluff stories from the Drysdale family.

For Ransom, it’s nothing special.

He never had pleasant memories of celebrating his birthday with his parents.

To be honest, he hates it.

When he was in elementary school, his parents were always busy.

If Linda and Richard have time to celebrate Ransom's birthday, all they do is argue in front of their son.

When Ransom's grandparents and great-grandmother threw a party for him, he didn’t like it because he was jealous of hearing stories from his classmates when they spent time with their parents.

Ransom never wants to spend his birthday at Harlan's place again because he hates the pity looks from his 2 uncles and their wives. Especially Jonni, she gave him a stone crystal as his gift to get rid of bad energy.

He threw away the damn stone to Jonni and said, "Eat shit."

When he became older, he never told anyone about his birthday. His group of friends only knew Ransom wanted to spend all his money at the club.

He never receives genuine kindness from the people he was hoping for.

He thought, what's the point of celebrating his birthday when nobody gives a shit about him?

But he changed his opinion about birthdays after he met you.

Before you admitted feeling for each other, Ransom received a simple cake from you. It was good enough for him.

After becoming a couple, Ransom starts to open up and be more honest. When you hear his story about being alone on his birthday, you can’t help but shed a tear.

You hugged him and said, “Don’t worry, Ransom, you won't feel alone anymore.”

You fulfill your promise.

On his birthday he received a lot of cakes from your mother and her sisters. They are pretty proud of their baking skills.

He receives so much love from your family. He thought it was enough.

Thinking back on how he spent his birthday alone compared to now, he learned that good thing will always happen at the right time and with the right person.

But when he became a father. He was overwhelmed by the warmth he got from his kids because Naomi and Felix were more excited about their father's birthday.

Like today, they are already awake and wake their father when Ransom hasn't fully woken up in the morning.

Ransom felt heavy on his chest. When he woke up, he saw 2 little shadows.

“Daddy, good morning.”

“Uff. Good morning.” Ransom answered with a heavy breath because his kids rested on his chest.

“Happy Bwithday, daddy!!!” Both kids attack him with hugs.

“Thank you.” Ransom held them in his arms tightly. For him, his kids are the greatest gift that he ever got. But then, he saw Naomi holding his toothbrush and Felix wearing his towel.

"Err, what are you doing?"

"We will help daddy get ready!!!" Naomi excitedly answered while Felix kept nodding his head with whatever his sister said.

“Daddy, let's go. Mommy make bweakfast and Gwandma send cake fow you.”

Ransom couldn't say no to their cute demand. Naomi and Felix were always excited about his birthday because many gifts and cakes came to their home.

After both kids were Ransom's face, three went downstairs and saw you arranging breakfast in the dining room.

“Happy Birthday, old man.”

"Thank you my old lady." He always received your warm hug every day, but today he made a wish that he could grow old with you and watch his kids grow up.

“Mommy.”

“Yes?”

“When evewyone will come?”

Today, there will be a small-scale Ransom's birthday party in their house.

“Before lunch everyone would be here.”

“I have the perfect dwess, and I will pick Felix outfit.” Naomi jumped to her feet, so excited that she couldn’t wait to wear the new dress and meet everyone.

Her excitement is different from her father's. Because Ransom sometimes felt embarrassed because of her and Felix.

Like this, when Linda and Richard arrive, Naomi asks them to greet Ransom with a hug.

“Gwandpa, Gwandma hug daddy and said happy bwithday.”

“Do we have to?” Linda, Richard, and Ransom became tense because, to be honest, their family doesn’t have that affection for each other.

“Yes.” Naomi and Felix nodded.

Even though they are not close, they still have the same common. They couldn’t say no to the kids. In the end, Linda and Richard give Ransom an awkward hug.

When both hugged Ransom, they felt guilty for not being there for his special day. They remembered his disappointed look when they got home. "Happy Birthday, son. We’re sorry for the time that we missed."

"Thanks, father, mother." Ransom was stunned for a moment. He couldn’t believe that his parents' ego was higher than the sky; they would apologize to him. It was a short apology, but it was enough for him.

“Then kiss.” Naomi gives an example of her parents, like hugging and kissing Felix's right cheek.

Richard bent down and stroked his grandchildren's hair. “I think a hug is enough, dear.”

When Harlan arrived, Naomi also told her great-grandfather to do the same. Ransom was embarrassed, while Harlan laughed and said, “Only your kids could make you this nervous.”

It was a warm party; Ransom received nonstop birthday wishes from everyone.

At night after the party ends.

Five of you rest in the living room, exhausted after cleaning the house.

Rio (the family dog) fell asleep after he destroyed all the birthday decorations.

Naomi finally fell asleep in your arms after being active after the amount of sugar she ate today.

While Felix fell asleep in his arms.

Felix awoke because his father stroked his hair gently. Suddenly he asked, “Daddy… Happy?”

Ransom went silent with that simple question.

Ransom remembered that there was once he didn't want to feel lonely anymore on his next birthday. But it never happened.

Perhaps God finally granted his wish after he stopped being a jerk and asshole.

Now, he felt grateful for being born. He is filled with bliss and happiness.

Ransom answered with a smile at Felix and said, "Yes. Daddy is very happy."

#ransom drysdale #knives out au #ransom drysdale fluff #ransom drysdale x female reader #ransom thrombey x reader #ransom x reader #husband!ransom #ransom drydale x you #ransom imagine #ransom thrombey drysdale #husband!ransom drysdale x wife!reader #dad!ransom drysdale #soft!ransom #ransom thrombey imagine #ransom x y/n #chris evans characters #chris evans

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CH: How have you dealt with your bereavement? PM: The main answer is my kids. I don’t know what I would have done without them. Being such a close family, it hit us pretty much equally. They lost their best friend as well as their mum. It hit us all hard, but they have been very strong and very helpful. We’ve cried a lot together. None of us has held that back. We pretty much still cry, daily. Because Linda was so important, so much the center of everything in our lives. So it was mainly the kids. But I did get a counselor, realizing that I would need some sort of help. And although it’s not much of a British tradition to do that, I was married to an American so I know quite a lot of people who have no problem with psychiatrists and counselors. Funnily enough, Linda used to know psychiatrists when when was young; she’d say, “I used to sort out all their problems for them.” And you know that’s true. So I knew a particular one, who I talked to. He was a good help. It was mainly to get rid of some of my guilt. When anyone you love this much dies, one of the first things is that you wish you could have been perfect—every minute of every day. But nobody’s like that. I would say to Linda if we were arguing, “Look, I’m not Jesus Christ. I’m not a saint. I’m just some normal man. I’ll try to do something about it but that’s who I am, that’s who you’re married to.” So I had quite a bit of guilt and probably still have. You remember arguments. When you’re married you don’t remember them so much, you just get on the next day and as long as you don’t have too many and they’re not too bad you figure it evens itself out. But when someone dies, you remember only the arguments in the first couple of weeks and the moments when I wasn’t as nice as I would have wanted to be. So I need counseling with that. I found that really helpful. (continued under the cut)

[—from “Tears and Laughter” in USA Weekend (October 30, 1998)]

Friends have been very supportive, we’ve got a lot of lovely sincere friends who, because of the nature of Linda and I, unless they’re sincere they’re not our friends anyway, and they’ve been very helpful. And funnily enough, and something that I didn’t expect, the public at large have been a huge help. I thought that if you didn’t know Linda, you might not get it. But I was wrong. So many of the thousands of letters that I got said, “Although we never met Linda, you could tell that she was a great woman.” For some of them, it was because of her attitude to animals. A lot of others said it was because of the way that she brought up our kids. Yet they wouldn’t even know that we had kids, you hardly ever saw their pictures in the paper, we guarded their privacy in case when they grew up they wanted it. We figured you couldn’t rob them of that. The public said, a lot of them said, “It was just the way that she brought the family up,” and I realized that so many people did get what Linda was about. From one little fragment, you could tell. It still shone through. The public sent very uplifting quotes and prayers. A lot of them had been through a similar grief. They’d write and say how they’d lost their wife and this little poem they’d enclose had sustained them. A lot of people sent me a lot of good stuff that helped me. But it was mainly the kids. Now, when I get sad, I do pretty often; like if I go for a ride she’s not with me—I find myself going down, I let myself go down for a moment, just because I have to. And then I try to counterbalance it and think that Linda’s life was very upbeat. She wasn’t a downbeat kind of person, so she wouldn’t like it now if I went downbeat. She was always the one for the joke. If you spat inadvertently while you were talking to her, she’d say, “Do you serve towels with your showers?” She just had a line for everything. If you looked a little inattentive while she’s talking she’d say, “What, am I boring you?” She was a really funny lady, very witty. A delicious sense of humour. She was happy. So I use that now. I balance every sad moment with a happy moment. That kind of helps day to day. It helps me get through.

#paul mccartney #paul and linda mccartney #1998 #usa weekend #paul and grief #this has been in my drafts for many moons but it remains A Lot :'(

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Ex Wive's Club, Chapter 27

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: slight angst

“I now pronounce you man and wife!” the priest proclaimed, “you may kiss the bride!”

The guests stood, clapping and cheering for the couple as a song played. Jess was the first one to break the kiss, her arms still wrapped around her husband’s neck. He smiled at her, his eyes lighting up.

“I love you so much!” he proclaimed boldly before pulling her back into another searing kiss.

“Every day I see you, I swear, you’ve never looked more beautiful…” Ransom purred to his wife as they swayed along to the music, “getting to watch how you are with our children…getting to see you every night when I come home from the publishing company or the school…I live for it. I never want to have another day without you! I want you and only you for the rest of our lives, Jess…”

Jess all but swooned in her husband’s arms, “Hugh…”

He only smiled in response. He loved hearing his name coming from her lips, almost as much as he loved looking into her eyes and seeing the love that she had for him.

“I love you, Jess.”

“I love you too, Hugh…”

“Do you mind if I cut in?”

Ransom looked away from his bride to his mother who was holding their youngest child, “the two of you?”

“If your blushing bride doesn’t mind, I’d love a dance with my son,” she tried gently, “and I’m sure your youngest would love some time with you right about now…she’s been asking for you all afternoon.”

“I don’t mind Linda,” Jess smiled softly, looking to her mother in law. She looked at her one year old who was already making grabby hands at her and she put on a big grin, “oh my baby girl! Did you have fun with nana Linda? Did you?”

“Amma!” the baby giggled as she all but threw herself into her mother’s arms.

“Are Evan and Rose still dancing with Harlan?”

“I think that Evan and Rose made some new friends with my great grand baby!” Linda pointed out, referring to Maritza and her two step siblings. Maritza was signing actively to the little boy, who Jess had been introduced to a few months ago, by the name of Michael, and his sister Ashley was giggling as she talked with Evan and Rose.

“Looks like it!” she smiled, leaning in to her husband to kiss him gently. Ransom sighed against her lips, happy that his life felt complete once more as she broke the kiss and patted his chest, “you two enjoy your dance…I’ll go ask Harlan for a dance then.”

Ransom watched, almost bewitched, as his wife and youngest child walked away from the dance floor, before he looped his arms around his mother, “may I have this dance?”

“I’ve been waiting all evening!” Linda smiled, wrapping her arms around her son. A new song started, and Linda watched as he kept his eyes trained on Jess. She reached up and stroked her son’s cheek, “I’m so happy for you, Hugh…”

He broke eye contact, looking at his mom. Tears welled up in his eyes and Linda frowned.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he sniffled, shaking his head, “nothing is wrong! It’s the opposite. I just-this is just…this day is perfect…”

“Things work out for the best, sweetie…they always do.”

“For a second I was worried that they wouldn’t…” he admitted gently as he nodded along with his mother, “there was a while where I didn’t think I’d ever be here…that I wouldn’t be a good father to my children…that I’d end up like Richard. That I’d end up without Jess in the end. I don’t know what I would do if I didn’t have her and the kids in my life!”

“You are not your father’s son…not in that respect, Hugh…” she sighed, stroking his cheek once more, “you’re a good man, Hugh Ransom Drysdale.”

“Thanks mom…”

“And you’ve got yourself a good wife…a good mother to your children,” she offered, “you and Jess were meant to be, Hugh.”

“I know that,” he agreed, “it’s just nice that it’s finally happening!”

The air of the party was a complicated one. While the kids almost seemed blissfully unaware of what was going on, the adults seemed to be a little more solemn. Monte was celebrating his first birthday at the Barnes’ home.

“You okay?” a stern voice asked. Bucky gave a sad smile to Ari as his friend clapped him on the shoulder and joined him in watching the kids all playing in the back yard, “you know…we can watch the kids if you want to get some air…I know today is a tough day for you!”

“A-are you sure?”

“We can watch the kids, Buck…” Britt offered.

“Okay…I-I won’t be long!”

“Take your time, Buck…” Ari sighed. He nodded, and Ari pulled his friend into a hug, “we’ll be here when you get back, okay?”

Bucky nodded once again, but not wanting to interrupt the party, he quietly slipped out and hopped onto his bike, making his way to the cemetery. The journey was about twenty minutes, but it felt like an eternity as he pulled in and started towards the grave site. He sniffled as he pulled up to the headstone.

It had been a year since he was last there.

“Hey…” he sighed, unsure of what else to say as he found his way beside the headstone and sat down. A few tears slipped down his cheeks, “I-I’m sorry I haven’t been here in a while…things got…out of hand for a bit…and you know…when things get hectic, I kind of lose track of things anymore. Raising everyone has been getting tough on me in my old age.”

He tried to laugh at his bad attempt at a joke, but it came out as a choked sob. His heart ached as he wiped the tears away.

“I-I’m sorry. I-I don’t know what else to do sometimes. Uh-other things you should know…Cami got back together with Steve…” he admitted, not knowing where to start, “they’re planning a new wedding…and they’ve moved in together…they have the girls and Joey…finally acting like a father, so there’s that. A-a-and Britt and Ari had another baby. They named this one Samuel after one of Ari’s other friends from his undercover ops days…And Andy….he-he went away….for a lot of bad things…but he won’t ever hurt Ashley or Michael again. Steve’s daughter Sasha has the kids….and a boyfriend named Curtis…who has a little girl named Maritza….her and Monte…they get along…I think she’s trying to teach him sign language…we-we see Curtis and Sasha a lot…”

A few more tears slipped down his cheeks, “I know that you probably wouldn’t want me here…not when I should be celebrating Monte…I mean…he’s one after all. A birthday party for a one-year-old is an important milestone. The-their whole lives are beginning…they-”

He couldn’t finish what he wanted to say. The words struck too deep within himself that he couldn’t hold back the new line of tears that had flooded his vision. It had become rivers slipping down his cheeks.

He allowed himself to feel the emotions, the sadness that he’d been surrounded by the past few days leading up to the birthday party. He allowed himself to feel everything he pushed to the background when he was with his children.

But not here. Not now.

He could allow himself to truly grieve.

To process everything.

But his head snapped up when he heard the gravel crunching beneath a set of tires. As the car came into view around the corner, he tried to wipe away his own tears. And when it stopped just shy of his bike he stared at the ground.

He heard the soft footfalls, and the little happy gurgles before he saw her.

“James…”

He bit his bottom lip for a moment, in an attempt to get it to stop warbling, before looking up to his wife and baby boy. His brows raised in surprise, “Wh-why did you bring Monte? He-he, it’s his birthday party. You didn’t need to come up here, Mel…I thought we agreed that we’d come up aft-”

She passed their baby boy to his father and sat beside him, “he wanted to be with you…honestly I think he saw you leave…started throwing a fit…and if I’m being a hundred percent honest, I missed you…and I didn’t think you should have to be up here alone while we celebrate Monte and Timothy.”

Bucky sighed, looking at his youngest son, before turning his attention back to Mel, “I-I’m sorry for coming here during his party and ruining the day.”

“James…you didn’t ruin anything,” she sighed as she took his free hand, “you wanted to visit Timothy’s grave…I get that…I do! Trust me!”

“You visit him more than I do…I-I barely ever come here…”

“You came here for me though when I couldn’t. When I was laid up and the doctor said that I couldn’t leave the hospital,” she reminded him, “I was laid up for two months after giving birth to Monte. But James, he always had one of us here for him.”

Bucky sighed, unable to stop his tears. He reached out and stroked his wife’s face, seeing the tears in her own eyes, “we-we should probably introduce them to each other, shouldn’t we?”

“He is here,” she said softly, looking to him. Bucky nodded, handing his son back off to his wife, “hey baby boy…”

“Monte…I-mommy and I want you to meet your big brother…you two…you share a mommy and daddy…and a birthday…” he said tearfully.

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#ex wives club #exwivesclub #marvel #marvel au #the avengers #steve rogers #captain america #bucky barnes #bucky #james bucky buchanan barnes #the winter soldier #ransom drysdale #knives out au #knives out

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Do you ever feel jealous of Paul cause John was so in love with him? I feel like nearly all of the partner's of John and Paul were jealous some just a little bit others to toxic degrees. Like Cyn and Linda would be 1 out of 5 jealous, Jane and all of John's male 'friends' in the 70s are a 3 out of 5 and Yoko is like a 10000 out of 5. The only partner who doesnt seem jealous at all to me is May Pang.

I was thinking about it last night and you know what when I think of John and Paul the word that continually recycles through my mind is 'Love.' Love as in, Love.

Love, they loved each other, John and Paul loved each other so much that John couldn't take it and burned it all down, the Beatles and his partnership with Paul. Paul couldn't handle it and he couldn't control it and place it all in a neat little box, and yet it clearly hurt (I wanted to use the words destroyed and killed but) Paul when he felt or believed he didn't have John's love anymore.

Their love is indescribable and unmanageable. It's destructive, possessive and obsessive, and insecure and confident and brazen and beautiful and poetic and admirable and immortal and all encompassing.

I am not jealous of Paul for getting to have and experience that kind of love. I don't even know if I'm all that envious, either. I don't think I could handle a love like that. I don't think I could survive it. John and Paul barely survived it.

I look at those moments of Paul openly stating he believed some white/blue light or odd sound in a recording room during an interview was John; when he stated he believed that the white peacock was John—in those photos of Paul and George and Ringo, standing outside together as older men. That he has dreams about John, constantly. That he'll imagine John's sitting with him, as if they're having another jam session, to help him with his music. Talking about John in present tense—of people who knew him outing him by reporting they've heard him talk about John as if the man was still alive. He finds ways to bring up John in any way possible. His own wife had told on him about how he'd been desperate to get back with John, to play with him again.

All these moments that make someone almost feel, uncomfortable? I feel bad for him. I pity him, in a way.

Like, I can't feel jealousy or envious over that. The love that John and Paul had for each other... Still have, it's almost agonizing.

Of course their girlfriends and lovers and wives would feel some type of way about it—their relationship couldn't really triumph and trump the relationship and dynamic that John and Paul had. They'd always take a backseat in one way or another.

It was only when it appeared that their wives were finally being prioritized or that John had Yoko and Paul had Linda and that meant John couldn't have Paul and Paul couldn't have John because these two did not share each other they were viciously obsessive and possessive of their relationship to one and other, did we get to witness a fallout between the two-lovers-that-never-were, as destructive and gnashing of teeth and cruel and unwanted as that of a great H-bomb befalling a city.

But even in the end, even when it appeared it was all over and john loved Yoko and Paul loved Linda and they never needed each other to begin with—the two still fought and mourned and yearned and begged and laughed and loved each other through the music they wrote separately. They couldn't escape each other. Paul was still desperate and John believed he was telepathically connected to Paul like these two were pathetic for each other even after all the bullshit fallout divorce.

Of course their girls were jealous on some level, like, of course. I don't think any of them understood the depth that devoured everything which was John and Paul's love for each other and all the things they could accomplish with each other.

May is an outlier because she was put up by Yoko to be John's date and essentially report back to her about everything and still keep some sort of lead between her and John. Their relationship wasn't exactly genuine... That isn't to say May didn't love John... She did. She cared a great deal for him. She wanted him happy and okay... Which is why she was the biggest advocate and supporter of John to get back together with Paul. I think she knew—maybe not on the level I'm espousing, but she knew just how much Paul meant to John, and she was a witness to how John being around Paul affected him, probably for the better.

Anyway, point is, no I'm not jealous, and I hardly even get envious over Paul and the love John had for him.

I can understand why their lovers and friends and wives were jealous though, but it's either because they didn't a) realize just how intense and almost suffocating the love John and Paul had for each other were, or b) they did and wanted it anyway (because they thought they could control it, or them) and c) most likely because their girlfriends and especially their wives probably felt they deserved to take some greater precedent over John and Paul's partnership and relationship, but never did.

What John and Paul had not even their own wives could replace or provide. That's kind of insane and not normal.

#questionsquestionsquestions #mclennon #i missed long rambling on like this over two fking idiots :)

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kazoosandfannypacks · 1 year

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"Open to Interpretation" by kazoosandfannypacks

Chapter 14/16: Your Heart's Desire Pairing: CaptainSwan Rating: General Word Count: (1K/24K) Summary: Emma Swan is appalled at works by modern artist Killian Jones- until a handsome stranger convinces her otherwise- and after introducing himself as the artist in question, he invites her out on a date. As their relationship develops, they find that they might not be as different from each other as originally though. Chapter Summary: Killian realizes fully where he stands in his father's eyes. Tags: au, fluff, captain swan, modern au Author's notes: n/a Taglist: @zahara @kmomof4 @jonesfandomfanatic @booksteaandtoomuchtv @jrob64 @tiganasummertree @anmylica @teamhook @undercaffinatednightmare @gingerchangeling @lonelyspectator @caught-in-the-filter @ultraluckycatnd @cs-rylie @pirateprincessofpizza @lfh1226-linda @pawshapedheart [if you'd like to be added to or removed from this list, hmu in my dms or askbox!]

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Killian tried to calm down a little and not spoil the rest of the day. After they'd had some cake and listened to everyone say some nice things about Liam, Killian could make some fake excuse about having to get back to the museum soon for something, then he and Emma could dip out and get away from here.

"I never should've brought her here," Killian thought, "what kind of selfish idiot am I? I brought her because I knew having her would help me- but I didn't even stop to consider how dear old dad would treat her. I never should've brought her here. How am I ever going to win her heart now that she knows what my family's like?"

She seemed to have almost forgotten the whole incident by the time they cut into the cake, and seemed to be having a great conversation with Liam and Uncle Nemo about something- Killian wasn't paying much attention to this conversation though, as he and his dad were apparently in a contest to see who could discreetly pass the other the most displeased glare.

Eventually, Brennan said he'd like to raise a toast to Liam, to congratulate him on his accomplishment.

"I've never been more proud in my life," he said, "I've always been proud of Liam, but especially today. He's the most thoughtful and witty son a father could ask for, and it's been an unmatched delight to see the man he's become."

"At least dad has one son he cares about," Killian thought.

"This summer, Liam's going to begin his apprenticeship with my brother, Nemo," Brennan said, "he'll start doing some real work, helping others and making the world a better place as a contractor."

The eye contact he gave Killian made it evident those words were meant to slight him. He'd never supported Killian's art career, to this day still thinking he could be doing something better with his life.

"I hope you know how happy I am that you came into my life, Liam," Brennan said, "you and your mother filled a hole in my heart I never thought could be repaired. I love you more than you'll ever know, and am so proud of you. May the wind fill your sails and the sun rise to meet you, Liam."

KIllian bit his lip, trying to keep it together, his father's words finally confirming a suspicion he'd always had- he was trying to replace his mom and Lee with Fiona and Liam. He was filling their place in his heart with someone else, like they never mattered to him at all, like he almost thought it'd be better to forget they ever existed.

But how could he forget his late wife when their son still stood before them? How could he forget Lee when so much of who Killian was was learned from him?

He couldn't.

He couldn't fill their space in his life without pushing Killian out of it.

"No wonder he doesn't want me in his life anymore," Killian thought, "I'm just a reminder of the hole in his heart he thought he couldn't fill."

His dad walked by, not even looking at Killian, to shake hands with and give a hug to his son, Liam- the only son he had room in his life for.

Emma pulled out her phone and looked at the time.

"Oh, Killian," she said, touching his arm to get his attention, "don't we need to be leaving soon? You had that commitment at the museum tonight."

"I don't remember anything like that," Killian thought, but then saw Emma wink at him.

"Oh," he laughed, winking at her, "I'd almost forgotten."

"You have to leave already?" Liam asked.

"The museum needs me to promote a new work tonight," Killian said, "I'd almost forgotten." He gave Liam a hug and they said their goodbyes, and within three minutes they were in the car on their way back, having had the good sense to reload their belongings in it that morning and telling Fiona she could keep the dish he'd brought the potato salad in until next time he saw them.

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Killian browsed all the thoughts in his mind as they left town, trying to find one thought to say that would convey what he wanted. As grateful as he was at Emma's escape plan, he knew what it meant- she was feeling just as uncomfortable as he was.

"I'm such a jerk," Killian thought, "What kind of idiot would bring someone he loves into this kind of disaster?"

Emma was like the most precious, exotic, delicate, beautiful flower in the whole world world, and what he'd done, bringing her into this mess- and putting her into a compromising position where she'd be a target for his dad- it was like he'd seen that beautiful flower, repotted it in playground sand in a mayonnaise tub, and then locked it in a dark, moldy closet, just because he thought it was beautiful and foolishly deemed himself worthy of it.

And so, they drove in silence, Killian unsure what to even begin to say. "No offense," Emma said, using her sharp tongue to break the ice, "but your dad's a creep."

"None taken," Killian said.

"I just couldn't stick around there," Emma shook her head.

"I'm so sorry for bringing you." Killian said, "I didn't expect him to be so unkind to you."

"Me?" Emma asked, seeming shocked that he even said that, "I made up that excuse to get you out of there."

"Me?" Killian asked, surprised and confused, "why?"

"Your dad pretty much publicly disowned you there after giving you a ride on the guilt trip of your life because of me."

"I know that, Swan," Kilian said, taking his eyes off the road a moment to try to read her, reminding himself again of how gorgeous she was, "but why did you feel the need to get me out of it? I'm used to my dad." "You shouldn't have to be," Emma said, placing a hand on his shoulder, "You deserve to be treasured."

He half laughed, but when he looked at Emma, she seemed genuine.

"Thank you, love," Killian said, wishing he didn't have to have both hands on the steering wheel, "to hear such a beautiful treasure call me a treasure in return is flattering, to say the least."

Emma's flustered smile returned.

"Do you wanna grab a bite to eat on the way back?" Killian asked, "my treat?"

"Sounds great," Emma said, "pizza or chinese?"

"Your heart's desire," he said, trying to romance her with even his own indecision.

"Nuh-uh," she said, "you just had the worst day of your life, and you're treating me. We're having your heart's desire."

"All my heart desires is you," Killian said.

"Pizza, then?" Emma asked.

"Sounds perfect."

"Not as perfect as someone else I know."

He looked at her and smiled, hoping they came upon a pizza place soon, so that he could stop worrying about driving and give Emma his undivided attention.

#captain swan #once upon a time #killian jones #emma swan #ouat #cs ff #cs fanfiction #cs au #once upon a time season 6 #brennan jones #liam jones ii #captain nemo ouat

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padfootdaredmetoo · 2 years

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For the lovely Cass! @theshelbyslimited

Ment to have this done right away but they actually made me participate in my school meeting this morning! Anyway, this is a bit rough (ended up a lot more personal than I intended because I'm going thru some stuff) but I hope it gives you that fluffy feeling. Lots of hurt comfort... But honestly when do I ever not put in happy a ending, might be my biggest flaw as a writer lol

Any way! Love you 💜

Warnings: the reader is a bit depressed, description of feeling down and not being able to get out of bed, Tommy is angry at one point, but it's all just for that big fluffy ending.

Despite the warm august air floating through the open windows of arrow house, you felt cold to the bone. You didn’t know what brought it on. Years of running on tea, whiskey, and adrenaline catching up to you finally, or maybe you were coming down with a cold.

Francis helped the kids get ready for the day and Johnny Dogs dropped them off at school for you. It was kind of them to help you out on last moments notice and you silently promised yourself to make it up to them when you were feeling better.

You lay there in your bed. Staring up at the ceiling. It was a good life, well earned, but at what cost? Your husband spent more and more time in London, the family still at odds with each other. None of them were willing to speak to each other despite your efforts to try and work on things. You were the only person running around in between. Somehow free from the consequences of your husband.

Sounds of birds chirping you put on a record and got back into bed letting your mind drift as you did some deep breathing.

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“What do you mean that Johnny Dogs took the kids to school?” Esme asked over the phone. “She always takes them to school, figured she be by right after.”

“Nah, He’d said Francis asked him to take them, said she was ill.” John responded back.

“If she’s laying down somethings wrong. Poor lamb is always working on something. I’ll swing by to check on her.”

“Love you,” he said absently.

“Love you too. Now quit gossiping and do your job.” She quipped.

Esme sighed and finished the last of her coffee.

“Fucking bastard must have done something,” she muttered, thoughts of Tommy made her head hurt as she decided to see if Polly knew what was going on. She dialed the familiar number, knots forming in her stomach remembering what they’d last said to each other all those months ago.

“Shelby.” Her raspy voice answered and Esme faltered slightly.

“It’s Esme John’s said that y/n is unwell. Do you know what's happening?”

“Hardly the family doctor these days.” She answered coldly. “What did you hear?”

“Just that she’s not able to get out of bed. Sent the kids with Johnny Dogs this morning.”

“She let him drive them?” Polly responded in a shocked tone. “Best to give her space I suppose, I saw her a few days ago. Seemed fine.”

“I guess so.” Esme thought about it for a moment. “Thank you for answering.” Despite everything that had gone down between them she missed the old bat.

“Well, thanks for calling I suppose” She responded back equally uneasy. They said their polite goodbyes and Esme grabbed her coat.

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“Where’s he fucking taking them then?!” Tommy snapped pinching the brigade of his nose, wishing there was a cure for this never-ending headache that was his life.

“I don't know. Packed up their things and took off. Called to check in on ya.” Charlie muttered.

“Fuck - You saw this?”

“No, Linda overheard John at the shop, then told Arthur, who came by earlier and mentioned it. Wanted to know if you're alright.” Charlie sighed and Tommy hated how aged it made him sound. “Look, Thomas, you can fuck everything up, but don't let that one go, eh?”

His head started spinning, as he hung up the phone and tried to go over every interaction he’d had with his wife.

You seemed normal, distant, tired, but not so much that you’d fucking leave.

He got up from his desk and made a brisk pace towards his car.

“Mr.Shelby! Where are you going?! The meeting is starting -” A sniveling voice called out behind him and he knew if he took one look at that man - he’d fucking cut him, right here in the entryway.

“My wife needs me,” Tommy responded coldly, taking the stairs as quickly as possible.

“Your Wife-” Mosley started and put his hand on Thomas’s shoulder. Without thinking, Tommy grabbed him by the jacket lapels.

“MY WIFE.” These were the only words he could get out as he gave the taller man a warning glare. “Is my fucking business.” He growled. He briskly moved Mosley aside and made his exit before causing a bigger mess to clean up later. He could feel the man's stunned glare follow him out the front doors.

He got into the car and purposely forgot the speed limit. Trying to get home as soon as possible to figure out where you’d run to.

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You lay there feeling defeated by the things you knew you should be doing. No motivation followed the sinking feeling of desperation. Your body had simply had enough of the mental stress. It was waging a war with your brain, and you wished more than anything your mind could be left out of it.

It was no use. You rolled onto your side and picked up a book that had been stacked on your night table for ages. The small paperback felt like it weighed as much as a gold brick, you felt your eyes try to resist focusing on the small black print.

Fucking useless.

You abadoned your attempt and put the book down on the bed. You were in some sort of state between awake and asleep when your husband's voice floated up through the house.

“NO - I WANT TO KNOW WHERE THE FUCK MY WIFE IS.”

Guilt shot through you at laying in bed, clearly there was something you were meant to do today and you’d forgotten. You sat bolt upright and resisted the urge to puke. His footsteps got closer and the bedroom door flew open.

His eyes looked at you in surprise. You realised your hair must be a mess, blankets wrapped around you like a cocoon of laziness. The anger rolling off of him was unavoidable, and you felt yourself start to panic. Normally you’d rise to the challenge and take him down a notch.

“Where are my kids?”

“Your kids? Our kids are at school” You whispered, unable to put any spice in your tone.

“At school?” He looked puzzled. He looked you over again like he was trying to understand some great mystery. He sighed and resisted the urge to put a hole in the wall.

To your surprise, he slipped off his shoes and undid his tie. He came over and sat on his side of the bed and took another deep breath.

“Are you alright? Sick or just-” He picked up the discarded romance novel and gave you a coy look. You tried to swat it out of his hands but he was too quick for you. He opened it and pulled himself down onto the bed next to you.

“Trapped in a hypnotic state of pleasure he freed her tender bosoms from her restrictive gown -”

“Stop! That’s enough.” You wrestled the book away from him, and he trapped you in his strong grip easily.

“Good lord, I’m your husband, not your priest.” He looked down at you trapped against his chest.

“Have you just come home to shout at everyone and then torment me, eh?”

“Charlie called me from the yard saying - well fuck -whole fucking family thinks you’ve let Johnny dogs take the kids while you - well the whole thing doesn't make any fucking sense. Should have called home is what I should have done.” He released your arms to light a cigarette.

“Didn’t realize they’d just been shipped off to school because their mother was enchanted by the spell of - whatever that bloke's name is.” You looked up at his nature, he looked relieved. You couldn't remember the last time you’d had a private moment with him in this type of mood.

“Couldn’t read - Can’t do anything. Just - my bones are tired, there's a million things I should be doing. But I just - can't” tears started to well up in your eyes and his arms found their place around your body.

“Just got the blues then.” He answered easily. Initially, you were irritated by his diagnosis. “Your mind stresses your body out to the point where it just stops. Your body needs to rest, but your mind won’t stop eating at you.

“You get like this?”

“If I didn’t feel like it was life or death all the time I would, yeah.”

“How do you fix it?” Normally he wasn’t so open with you, normally conversations were like gymnastics. Took more effort than they were worth a lot of the time. He looked into your eyes and you knew your husband well enough to know that he could feel that same statement.

“Opium.” He whispered and you tensed up in an attempt to smack him. “Lucky for you I’m here to give you a much better prescription.”

“And what's that then? Whiskey?”

“I think the pompous spell caster bloke had the right idea personally.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you and you wondered if you were still asleep. Did you fall into another world? Or did the thought of you packing up and leaving freak him out this bad? Bad enough to pause with you to ensure that you were okay.

He shifted himself and placed a soft kiss to your lips. Somehow managing to put his cigarette out on the night table.

You felt your body respond, not just to the passion but the care in his touch as he ran his hands over you.

That’s when the universe decided to play its usual cruel tricks on you. Suddenly a whole bunch of commotion erupted from downstairs. You groaned loudly in frustration as he pulled away.

“SHE’S FUCKING SICK YOU ASSHOLES. BE QUIET!” Esme’s loud irritated voice called out, but the commotion only picked up again.

“To bring her food.”

“What like you didn’t think the rest of us would come by?”

“She’s closest to me you knew I’d be here.”

“This was probably Thomas!”

“It really hurt when you put that dent in the car and you never apologized.”

You listened to snippets of the conversation as you and Tommy descended the stairs. Everyone was arguing with each other and you soon realized the whole family was there.

“Your alive!” Arthur announced. Everyone's focus shifted from you to Tommy standing behind you. You stepped on his foot in warning to keep his mouth shut and you quickly took control of the meeting before it resulted in bloodshed.

“You all came here to check on me?” tears welled up in your eyes. “How thoughtful! I really can’t express how much this means.” You let your tears fall and really tried to drive the point home, in hopes that maybe you could get them to overcome this feud.

“All my favorite people together! Excuse me” You dabbed your eyes. “ I got a bad case of the blues, I didn't mean to cause a panic.”

“Well, you're easily missed ‘round these parts,” John said giving you a smile. “Had to make sure Tommy hadn’t sold you off or anything.”

Tommy’s jaw clenched and you grabbed his arm hoping it would be enough to get him to hold his tongue.

“I’d never. No one else to put up with me these days.” He answered calmly. You watched as they took in his words, you were happy when Esme laughed at the tension allowing others to do the same.

Next thing you knew people were pilled into the kitchen whiskey poured. The rosier the faces the more they seemed to relax around each other. Esme had brought you your favorite treats from a bakery across town. Linda had a whole massive pot of your favorite soup made.

The boys just brought their hugs and whispered questions needing assurance that you were fine. Tommy was in line. They all still did business together, but you could see that they were missing this just as much as you were. Enough to let sleeping dogs lie.

Finn showed up at one point after hearing from someone else that’d you died in your sleep. Panic left his features as he embraced you tightly.

You had everyone stay for dinner, all the kids eating as fast as possible to go play.

Stories and jokes were told, which soon turned into songs. Something hit you as your chest vibrated, ears filled with the off-key singing of your family. This was what was missing. Tommy’s arm was around you, his face less grumpy looking as even he sang along.

This was the only cure for the blues.

You cried, as the feeling of belonging washed over you. Your crying made Esme cry, once she was crying Polly was crying - and Linda, though she would never admit it also looked a bit misty.

“No - come on ladies -” John started but was quickly silenced by Arthur's loud wail, pulling his brothers (as many as he could reach) into a tight embrace.

“Well if you’ve all got it out of your system. We should probably check on the kids.” Linda cleared her throat, fascinated by the edge of her napkin.

“Or we could go play around? Pretty sure they are playing hid and seek.” Tommy said easily.

John let out a whoop and everyone piled out of the kitchen.

“Why are all the lights off?”

“Charlie!” Tommy called out. He came down the stairs and became almost explosive when hearing that they wanted to play. All the kids came to the bottom of the stairs and explained they were playing hide and seek - with the lights out. You resisted laughing at how this affected them.

They had a whole system for how the game worked and who had to do what. But once realizing that they didn't have the brain capacity to follow along. Charlie just decided it was kids vs. adults.

All they had to do was hide.

So they did. All taking off in various directions. You paused down the back hallway unsure of where to go. With a house that big you could probably find a cupboard somewhere. Before you could make it to the end of the hallway large arms pulled you into the wine cellar and you resisted the urge to let out a yelp.

Tommy pulled you against him ducking down behind a large barrel. Before you could speak his lips were on yours with a fever driven from more than just need. It was a thank you. Family back together, kids happy, all of it because you were too tired to get out of bed.

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They all spent the night awake. Eventually moving outside to start a bonfire. Wrapped in blankets they let the kids stay up with them, realizing that the little ones wouldn't have experienced these types of gatherings before. So they told all the spooky stories. Polly managed to get a few screams out of the little ones.

Johnny dogs, Charlie, and Curly came around for the fun too.

It became a monthly type of thing moving forward.

Fancy gifts, horses, you had never seen the kids that happy. Ruby settled herself in Tommy's arms, tucking her face in his neck every time the story would get scary. You wanted to lean over and comfort her - but you could see that in her world Daddy’s arms were still the safest place in the world. She’d been having a hard time with him gone so often that you knew it was best to let her enjoy her time with him.

How on earth he thought you were taking the kids away blew his mind. Ruby still insisted he go to her room every night and pick out a dress for her. Didn't matter how late it was or if she was asleep. He had to pick out a dress and leave it hanging for her to wear the next day. Somehow she always knew if someone else had done it.

Charlie was next to his cousins laughing at the little one's reactions to his favorite stories.

#peaky blinders #tommy shelby #tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby x reader #peaky blinders imagine #thomas shelby #shelby family

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