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brummiereader · 5 months

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No Son Of Mine (One Shot)

Summary: Justice had finally been served in the wake of John's death. But with all acts of violence comes consequences, one Tommy must face when his trusted friend Johnny dogs stumbles upon the now orphaned baby of the traitor and his wife he and Arthur had both murdered in cold blood all in the name or revenge. With no child of their own and Graces refusal to send him to the orphanage, Tommy begrudgingly takes the child into his care. Will Tommy ever show young Oliver the love of a father he deserves? Or will he continue to see him as nothing but a burden the heavens had cruelly punished him with?

Warnings: Language, mentions of murder, mentions of blood, angst, fluff

Authors note: A lovely reader of mine popped into my messages and kindly asked me if I could write this story for them. I'm sorry for the long delay hun, I can only blame my procrastinating brain for my tardiness. Anyway, I hope i did your prompt justice. Enjoy!

"Right, we done?" Tommy said raising a brow as he wiped the blood that had splattered onto to his crisp white evening shirt looking to his brother Arthur nodding his head in response, his chest heaving up and down as he brushed his bloody hands through his hair, both having been sidetracked from the nights festivities.

" Fucking scum" Arthur sniffed wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he gave one last kick to the lifeless body at his feet. A cascade of events since John's death had led up to this very day, and Tommy and Arthur both simultaneously agreed without the need of words that justice had finally been served. Luca Changretta had been dead for almost a fortnight, the vendetta was over for all but the two surviving older brothers. That was until tonight when both Arthur and Tommy were unexpectedly called away to the news that Johnny dogs had found exactly who they'd been looking for. The traitor, the informer, the bastard that had given John's address to the Italians. A Peaky Blinder, one of their very own men.

" What about her?" Arthur spat a splutter of saliva laced with blood to the ground, the result of one lucky punch from the chancer that had tried his luck with the towering gangster. He'd put up a decent fight, one Arthur enjoyed watching before his patience grew thin and he pummeled his fist into him, each snap and break of his bloody face crumbling into something unrecognizable before being shot point-blank in the head. No one wanting or willing to hold him back. Not even Tommy. No forgiveness was given that dark night, only the sweet mercy met at the end of the barrel of a gun.

" Collateral" Tommy replied as he rubbed a cigarette across his lips not giving the nights events one ounce of remorse. This was for John after all.

" Collateral?" Arthur sniffed feeling a pang of guilt hit his stomach. Women and children were not to be harmed, an unspoken agreement before time in all dealings in war between men.

" Yes Arthur, fucking collateral alright?" Tommy snapped as he marched over to his brother whose eyes hadn't left those of the lifeless woman laid on the muddied ground below him " She ran into the line of fire brother. She all but killed herself" Tommy finished growing impatient with Arthur's weighing guilt. The last thing he needed was his number one soldier to be hit with a moral compass.

" Lads, we've got ourselves a wee problem" Johnny rushed over breathless as he loosened the neckerchief from the vein pumping angrily on the side of his neck. Fuck sake, Tommy thought to himself as he threw his cigarette to the ground. Things could never go smoothly, as smoothly as murder could go that was.

" What kinda problem?" Tommy replied as he and Arthur followed him into the small bedsit from the courtyard that two dead bodies had yet to be disposed of. The commotion resulting in the curiosity and twitching of the neighbours curtains, not one of them daring to or even contemplating in the slightest to inform any person of authority. Who would they go to? The police? The mere thought was laughable.

"Just a small one" Johnny replied taking two steps at a time up the rickety wooden stairs elaborating no further on what exactly had thrown a spanner into the works.

"A small problem Johnny eh? That's a big fucking problem!" Tommy ranted shaking his head as the three men entered the flat met with the sound of a newborn baby wailing in his woven bassinet, his bottom lip wobbling with each cry that furiously left his little lungs.

"Well he's small ain't he?" Johnny replied as he tilted his head looking down at the baby boy bundled in a white knitted blanket. You'd think with the the small army of children Johnny had fathered he'd be in his element. But that couldn't be further from the truth. Johnny was a natural with children, but a natural with children that had been weened, potty trained, and able enough to drive a four wheeled vehicle and shoe a horse. In basic terms, teenagers. But nonetheless wee babbies in his eyes. Newborns were all but a loud messy mystery to him.

" Jesus fucking Christ..." Tommy huffed pinching his brow as his mind frantically tried to come up with a solution as to what in the hell he was going to do now.

" Bloody hell, bloody fucking hell!" Arthur bellowed as he kicked the chair beside him, the gravity of what they had just gone hitting him far more than any sin from the long list he had committed in the past. They had made a child an orphan, and Arthur's regret and new-found faith in the almighty was about to turn into a furious rage of self-inflicted guilt.

" Hey, hey!" Tommy said cupping Arthur's head in his hands in a vice grip, trying to snap him from the pit he was intent on falling in. " Johnny take the child and go start the car" Tommy said loosening his hands as Arthur's head cast down with shame at his sudden outburst. No reading of scriptures would ever be able to tame the raging fury from igniting within him at any given moment, no matter how hard he tried. " And Johnny, light a fire. Just as we did for John" Tommy finished reminding Arthur who this was for, who they were avenging.

" He won't quit!" Arthur panicked as he held the baby in the back seat of the car, fumbling with the hand stitched blanket as Tommy drove full speed down the country lane back to Arrow house were the night of meeting with dignitaries was surely over.

" He ain't a bloody chicken is he?" Johnny said as he reached over from the passengers seat taking the bundled up child into his arms. " Like this, look" Johnny added resting the baby's head on his shoulder as he silently prayed to every ancestor to take pity on him, promising them that the next child to be birthed with his last name he'd be the epitome of a modern father to.

" Shut him up Johnny!" Tommy shouted, his jaw clenched at the increased wailing in his ear, his nerves on edge by the constant reminder of the nights events he now had to deal with as he slammed his foot down on the pedal with Arrow house in sight.

"Grace!" Tommy's voice bellowed through the walls of the their house. Every guest had already left, the grand entrance cleared of tables of the most prestigious of all champagnes imported from France mere hours ago. A night of free food, free booze and music in return for them delving into their pockets. But with the host having been otherwise occupied for most of the evening it was a night wasted, one he would begrudgingly have to endure for a second time.

" Tommy..." Grace said as she hurried down the stairs pulling her ivory night gown around her as she watched Tommy pace back and forth with a cigarette hanging from his lips in the grand hallway.

" Here. You wanted a baby, now you have one" Tommy said as he took the child from Johnny's arms placing him into hers before storming off to his office and slamming the door shut, leaving his wife wide-eyed in confusion as Johnny and Arthur stood there sheepishly without a word.

" Frances, some warm cows milk and another blanket please. That will have to do until the morning" she said softly not wanting to startle the child anymore as she gently hushed his sobs away into small whimpers and sniffles. " One of you going to tell me what happened?"

It had been an hour, three whiskys, a packet of cigarettes and the rubbing of one's brow back and forth as a pounding headache settled onto his forehead since Tommy had shut himself away in his office, shutting himself away from the consequences of the night.

" Tommy?" Graces voice quietly announced as she entered the room with the newborn bundled in her arms soundly asleep as a flash of love at seeing his wife in her element softened her husband's face. Her motherly instincts that had been waiting to be freed finally being put to use after the longing for her own child.

" I've rung the orphanage" Tommy bluntly replied, the sweet moment that had captured him bitterly snatched away by no one else but himself as he stubbed out his cigarette. " They're coming first thing tomorrow to..."

" The orphanage. Tommy..." Grace interrupted him, her angered voice raising just above a whisper in response before being cut off herself.

" I won't hear anymore on it Grace. He can't stay here, that's the end of it" Tommy stood up throwing his lighter on a stack of paperwork as he rested his hands on the mahogany desk in front of him, looming over the list of numbers he had been calling as he huffed out a cloud of smoke.

" The end of it is it Thomas?" Grace scoffed as she walked forward, her eyes narrowing in on her husband with every step she took. " You made this child an orphan, he is your responsibility now. That's the end of it" she said coming to a stop in front of his desk as her husbands jaw tightened at her words.

" What about John's kids eh? They've been made orphans, hm? Grace? " He said as his wife turned her back on him as she headed for the door, Tommy's raised voice enough to startle a small whimper of cries from the baby boy now waking up from a deep slumber.

" When will it end Tommy?" Grace said as she came to a stop at the door. Tommy's relentless need for revenge against anyone who had dared to cross him leaving a string of orphans, elderly burying their own children and children burying their own parents. " A son Tommy, isn't that what you've wanted? What we've wanted?" she sighed, a deep wave of sorrow filling her heart as she looked down at the sweet child in her arms, a child she had yearned for during the unforgiving nights she had held onto her husband as tears streamed her face. Loss after loss breaking her already shattered heart.

" He'll be no son of mine"

Six years later...

" Elbows off Oliver" Grace reprimanded with a small smile of affection at the breakfast table to the child who had grown into a dimpled cheeked young boy as she rubbed her swollen stomach.

" Yes mummy" he replied kicking his legs back and forth as he wiped his cheeks from the egg soldiers he had just enjoyed as Tommy eyed him over the newspaper in his hand, reaching to caress his wife's stomach.

" He'll be here soon" Grace smiled to her husband lacing her fingers between his as she glanced over at her son that had no knowledge of who his birth parents were or the night that had brought him into their life, never wanting to or willing to send him into turmoil with the truth at such a young age "A baby brother for you Oliver " she winked to him as he grinned from ear to ear at the idea of having a sibling all whilst trying to stack the remaining pieces of toast into a strong hold that would keep the soldiers from the fiery dragon his imagination had conjured up. His attempts rendered futile when his tower of toast came crashing down onto the recently polished floors.

" Grace..." Tommy huffed folding his newspaper in half throwing it on the table in front of him, his patience easily tested with anything the small boy did that caused the slightest of inconvenience.

" Don't play with your food darling" she corrected him as Oliver's eyes darted to his father and the irritation clearly expressed in the creases of his furrowed brow. "Go clean up those buttery cheeks before I leave ok?" She smiled as the boy nodded in response while sliding off his seat only to stand on the scattered toast below him, causing a mountain of crumbs and further mess.

" You heard your mother" Tommy huffed lighting a cigarette as he looked down at the waste of food and the disorder that came with the child that had created it. " Oliver" Tommy pinched his brow as the little boy stood there doe eyed looking up at him nervously through his lashes.

" Go on" Grace smiled reassuring him as he ran to the door. " You're to harsh with him, he's scared of you" Grace said snapping her head to Tommy as he left the room.

" He doesn't listen" Tommy stated as he stood up taking a drag of his cigarette as he watched the boy through the crack of the door running up the stairs. " Stands there looking gormless whenever I tell him to do something, just like his traitor father"

" Tommy!" Grace said as she put the breakfast dishware down, crashing them onto the table in one loud clatter of knives, forks and spoons as she hurried to shut the door. " Don't ever let him hear you talk like that!"

" Well maybe he should know, eh Grace ?" Tommy said coldly stubbing his cigarette out, the pain from his brothers death never fully grieved, only ever making itself clear through the unfair coldness he showed to the child his wife had lovingly taken in all those years ago, raising him solely on her own over the watchful eye of him always standing from afar.

" You'd like that wouldn't you Tommy? Wouldn't have to keep up your facade anymore" Grace replied as she walked around the table. " Your his father, he knows no different. Just like this one" she said resting her hand on her stomach. " You're breaking his heart Tommy" she said taking his hand trying to reason with his stubbornness and the relentless friction he had undoubtedly created in the house the three of them shared. "I'm going to miss my train" she sighed as she closed her hand around his placing a tender kiss to his lips before turning to leave as Tommy followed behind her, watching from the door as she knelt down to Oliver in the entryway.

" Can't i come?" the young boy sobbed as she brushed his tears from his rosy cheeks. " Please?" he sniffed turning to see Tommy leaning against the door frame watching from afar, always from afar.

" I'm sorry darling, not this time" she replied a look of concern in her eyes about leaving him alone with Tommy, silently wishing this one time he would push his unenthusiastic demeanor aside and at least try if not for her then the little boy who thought the world of him. The same little boy with a determination that matched the very man who would brush off any attempts he made to impress him. Tommy's hate for the man that had fathered him clouding every parental instinct in his body. " I'll bring you something back" she winked giving him a hug before she fixed her hat and hesitantly turned to the door, leaving the young boy standing in the hallway sobbing as Tommy cruelly turned his back on his tears and shut the dinning room door behind him.

" Dad, Johnny, watch me!" Oliver shouted as he precariously placed one foot in front of the other climbing the large oak tree shading the evening sun on the grounds of Arrow house as Tommy and Johnny dogs watched on from the patio door. The young boy hell-bent on getting to the very top after seeing his uncle Arthur climb the very same tree two weeks earlier as he watched on in awe.

"That 'a boy!" Johnny shouted back pulling his cigarette from his mouth as he waved back. " Found 'em Tom" he turned to Tommy in a hushed voice as he leaned in. "They live up north in Yorkshire, factory workers in the local pressing center. Dirt poor, drunk ol' man that beats his wife within an inch of her life and too many mouths to feed" Johnny added as he watched Tommy's eyes following Oliver's every move.

" He's gonna fucking fall" Tommy huffed under his breath as he stood up straight, already on guard for the inevitable. He never fucking listens, why would he never listen to him?

" Tom, you listening ?" Johnny said as he pulled the address of Oliver's uncle from his pocket. " Grace will never forgive you Tom, he's her whole world" Johnny added as Tommy took the piece of crumpled paper from him, the decision to send Oliver to his family having been made after the unexpected news of Grace's pregnancy, a decision made solely by him without her knowledge. It's better she didn't know, better for him that was. And when the day did come, he'd tell her his family claimed him back. What grounds would she have to fight them? She'd be distracted with the birth of their son, she'd forget...wouldn't she?

"Dad look!" Oliver shouted trying to get his attention, determined to show him how far he could climb, how he was as fearless as any other Shelby before he misplaced his foot and came tumbling down to the ground.

"Oliver!" Tommy shouted throwing his cigarette into the grass as he and Johnny ran over in a panic. " What did I tell you eh?! What did I fucking tell you?!" Tommy shouted, all words of expected comfort and love absent from his voice as anger and frustration took over.

"I'm sorry..." he sobbed looking up to his dad as Tommy removed his cap from his head, running his hands through his hair as he looked down at the bloody cut on his hand, every ounce of his being telling him to cradle the boy in his arms that knew nothing but him as his father.

" Ay, up you get" Johnny said helping him as he gave him a pat to his back. " Just a scratch Oliver ay? No broken bones. Nout to worry on. Ain't that right Tommy?" Johnny said in attempts to reassure the sobbing boy and Tommy who was about ready to snap again, his jaw tightened at the sight of Oliver's cheeks streamed with tears, muddy and red from the blow of the fall.

"Get inside" Tommy said placing his cap back on as he started marching back to the house, ignoring the pit of fear in his stomach at how things could have taken a turn for the worse under his watch of the boy Grace had entrusted him with. " Boys don't cry Oliver. Soldier up and wipe those tears" Tommy harshly stated as he left him and Johnny by themselves as he made his way to his office, shutting himself once again away from any more responsibility, anymore damage his presence caused.

" Come on lad" Johnny said putting his arm around him as Oliver sniffed back his tears feeling foolish that he had not only fallen but cried In front of his father, the man that never cried.

Sitting back in his leather chair Tommy rubbed the weight of the guilt that had settled on his forehead with the tips of his fingers as the night drew in, the soft hue from the crackling fire the only source of light in the blackened room he had locked himself in for the remainder of the evening. The impending birth of his child had unexpectedly thrown Tommy's thoughts into an uncomfortable disarray. Out of sight out of mind had been Tommy's only solution to the feelings that had started to arise in him that fatherhood had threatened, that fatherhood had been threatening him with for six years. Oliver was more like him than Tommy dared to admit. The child's strong will and refusal to listen one of his own cruel making. Why couldn't he love him like he already loved his unborn child? How long could he keep this up? Would he be that man, unashamedly favoring one child in front of the other? With too many questions dominating his thoughts and his wife's gentle voice absent to soothe the demons he had created for himself, Tommy did what he only knew how to do. Drink himself to the bottom of a whisky bottle. Heading up to the second floor of Arrow house with the finest bottle of Irish whisky in his hand he stopped at the top of the stairs, small whimpers and cries coming from the room at the end of the hallway capturing his attention. Oliver's room.

" Frances!" Tommy called out as he waited for the the housekeeper to deal with what he knew he couldn't. "Fuck sake" he huffed under his breath after waiting in place for someone to come before he found himself walking down the hallway to Oliver's room. There, with his knees curled up to his chest Tommy watched though the crack of the door as Oliver rubbed his hand back and forth over the bandage wrapped tightly around his injured wrist, his small frame illuminated by the cast of the gentle moonlight shining through his bedroom window. Running his hand down his face Tommy opened the door as Oliver quickly turned around pulling the blankets up to his chin.

"Oliver?" Tommy questioned placing the bottle of whisky on the side cabinet as he walked over. " Why aren't you asleep?" Tommy said more bluntly than he intended to as he stood by the bed, feeling a wave of unease wash over him as he noted the small blanket Oliver was clutching onto. The very same blanket he was wrapped in the night they had found him. Grace had kept it, something he would have known if he had ever sat and read him a bedtime story, if he had ever woke in the night to hush the nightmares away from his worried mind, if he had ever even entered his room in all of the six years he had lived under his roof." Let me see" Tommy said in a gentler tone as he sat beside him on the bed. " Oliver let me see" he said when no response came from the whimpers the small child was trying to stifle. Boys don't cry. " Please?" Tommy sighed resting his hand on the child's back as his head fell into his other, the guilt of six year of taking the life of his parents settling on his shoulders pushing him further into his elbow digging into his leg as his head grew heavy with regret. Sniffling, Oliver turned around with his hand out as Tommy cradled it gently in his own, the difference in size causing Tommy's throat to go dry. The hate for his father's betrayal that of a grown mans doing, not this young boys that Tommy had cruelly burdened him with for six years " First of many battle wounds eh?" Tommy smiled to the young boy as Oliver's face stayed unchanged, unresponsive to Tommy trying to ease his worry. Had he done this? Made the child is his care so frightened of him he couldn't even a coax a smile from him?

" Soldiers don't cry" Oliver said pulling his hand away, his bottom lip turning down at the thought he wasn't as strong as his father, a soldier like him.

" They do Oliver" Tommy said as his brows knitted together at the thought that young Oliver had taken his words to heart. What else had Tommy said in the past six years, what else had he unknowingly taught him?

" You said boys..."

" And I shouldn't have " Tommy answered before he could finish as the boy wiped his tears from his youthful cheeks whilst a small silence filled the room, the strain from their relationship left empty with nothing further to say as Tommy desperately tried to search for the comforting words he knew Oliver needed to hear. " You want your mum don't you?" Tommy said swallowing harshly as he turned his head to the rays of moonlight cast on the wooden floor " I'm sorry Oliver, I'm..." Tommy huffed pinching his brow as he clasped his hand around the child's shoulder. "... I'm not very good at this. You gotta help me out here. Will you help me?" he said as he gently squeezed his shoulder, rubbing his thumb back and forth as the barriers Tommy had kept up started to fall around him as he desperately scrambled to gain back the wasted years he had been adored, loved unconditionally, a love he had never once reciprocated . " Get some rest" Tommy sighed patting Oliver's shoulder, his plea for help left unanswered as he stood up when a small hand grabbed hold of him.

" Tell me a story, please?" Oliver asked as he sat up in his bed looking up to the man he had always looked up to, always waiting for an ounce of affection.

" That what your mum does eh?" Tommy replied as he sat back down, adjusting the covers lovingly around the boy, if not a little overly enthusiastically as Oliver was now in a tight cocoon of covers and blankets with his arms securely fastened by his sides. " A story..." Tommy mused aloud, his eyes looking up at the ceiling as his brain mulled over all the potential tales that could see him sleeping in the guest room for an undefined amount of time if Grace ever found out, when the corners of his mouth turned up into a smile you would think had never seen the light of day let alone witnessed by anyone but himself. Arthur had made him swear in blood to never mention the day his gangly legs had gotten in his way causing him to fall from would could have been the very same tree Oliver had fell from earlier that day in attempts impress a girl three decades ago. " Arthur made me swear never to tell anyone, but you won't tell him I told you, right? Tommy said as the boy nodded his head, understanding the severity of pinky swears and the fate of death if you ever spilled.

" Cross my heart" he nodded with all the seriousness he could muster as his little face twisted into a stern expression, a worthy match to Tommy's own infamous pout. He was a Shelby after all, Tommy thought to himself as his heart suddenly filled with pride.

" That's my boy" Tommy said as he turned to sit beside him, wrapping his arm around his shoulder as Oliver nestled into his side " My son eh? Tommy nudged him into his body as the boys eyes beamed up at his father's loving gaze. "My son..."

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darklydeliciousdesires · 8 months

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Sorry I never saw the rules! Could I please request Rio with prompt 3 & 8? ♥️

Hi love, yes, you can! It's one prompt per request, so I chose prompt 3 for you :)

“I’ll wait out here all night. I ain’t leaving until you listen to what I gotta say.”

Resting your head against the window as you look down to the street below, he looks back up at you with resolute determination. Even six floors up, you can see it in his face.

You don't want to give him the opportunity to make upon that with words, though. It'll only be more lies.

Getting involved with a smooth-talking, handsome gangster wasn't ever part of your plans, and it wasn't ever a good idea either. You knew right from the start he'd play you, just like he does everyone in his life. People serve a purpose for Rio or they don't. He always decides when they don't.

Except this time.

"Come on, darlin'," he calls, shaking his head as he bites his lower lip, an action that always sends your insides to goo. "I know I've been bad to you, but I'm sorry. If you don't let me in, I'll just tell you what I gotta say out here, let your neighbours hear it, too. I don't care, just as long as you do."

The prickle of inquisitiveness sparkles deep in your belly, your heart fluttering in wonder at what it is he has to tell you. Against your own resolve, you find the words tumbling from your lips as soon as you slide the sash window upwards, leaning out into the cold night air.

"And what the fuck do you have to say that you could possibly think I'd want to hear, huh? After all your fuckery, Rio. It better be good."

He chuckles softly, eyes glittering. "It is, mama." He pauses, smiling a smile you've never seen before, one of earnest hope, none of his ego reflected through it, just a man there without the armour of his insufferable self-conceit. "I love you."

Your reply is shrill, disbelieving. "What?"

"You heard," he shrugs. "I love you, baby girl. You're the best thing to ever happen to me, and I know I ain't been good to you. Let me in, though, 'cuz I gotta start proving it. Also, my balls are freezing off."

You can't help the snicker that sounds in a soft snort, shaking your head and closing the window, moving to buzz the door open. Letting him into your apartment is one thing, but can you truly let him into your heart?

From that first night, he lives up to his promise, the heat of his love warming through the winter chill, showing you that he's capable of being something different to what you've seen.

He never stops showing you either.

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imongkoneho2 · 10 months

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Hi!! after reading your recent fic, I gotta request too! Can you also do a Earth 42 miles but with a bad boy x good girl trope? I am a sucker for that! Thanks in advance! >////<

Earth 42 Miles Morales X Reader !!

Bad boy x Good girl trope -

[Y/N] is a smart student, never failing to achieve straight A's. She's a cheerful girl, her smile never leaves her face, luring people with her calm aura. She's President of her class, voted by her classmates lovingly.

She's probably the most happiest girl alive despite the city they live in. Gangsters, robbers and kidnappers, villains and all, making the police's job harder than it already was.

She entered the class, as she heard students chattering amongst themselves, even if there's a teacher infront of them. The woman looked at the student, relief evident on her face.

"Sweetie, [Y/N] you're finally here. Could I quickly talk to you about something before we start?" "Sure, Miss Calleros!" She smiled sweetly in response. "Theres a new student, he's your seatmate."

The girl glanced at the new student, he was sat next to the window, looking out with narrowed eyes. She looked back at her teacher. "If I may ask, It's the middle of the school year, don't you think he joined too late..?" "He..he got expelled from his previous school dear, he's a delinquent you see.." "ah..."

She nodded at the explanation, as she glanced back at the student. "After school, I just want you to show him his locker, and give him his schedule." Miss Calleros smiled as she gave her the papers, she took them with a smile.

After that, she smacked the black board causing her classmates to quiet down. The teacher gave her a thankful look, as she sat on her chair.

-- [Y/N]'s POV --

After class, I got up, beginning to place my things on my backpack. "Hey cutie!" A familiar voice said, I glanced to my right. "Hey, Mei Mei." I greeted her. Mei Mei was my best friend, since childhood. She always had those big round, red glasses.

"How are you not scared? You sat next to the Miles Morales!" She exclaimed dramatically. Carrying my bag and raising an eyebrow up, I asked "Who?" "Miles Morales! The new student? He's a delinquent?"

I rolled my eyes and bumped my hips onto her as she staggered slightly away. The girl with glasses giggled catching up to me. "I'm serious though, I heard in his previous school - he was in a gang. He beats up people for fun, has a gun too.. I'm surprised he didn't hurt you..!!" We made our way in the school hall.

"Please, he won't hurt me. I'm too cute." I say jokingly as Mei Mei looked at me, her eyes narrowed. "Sure." She giggled poking my cheeks.

The day passed by quickly, and before I knew it, school had ended. Now, for my president duties! My eyes glanced around the halls, walking around the whole school, searching the face for this 'Mr. Bad boy.'

Then, my eyes spotted him. Exiting the bathroom, his hands rubbing together as he maybe put on hand sanitizer. Not bad for a bad guy. Hygienic.

I then catched up behind him, "Hello! Excuse me!" I called, catching up to the tall boy. "You're Miles Morales, right?" "Yeah." He said simply, his gaze piercing onto mine. An awkward silence passed by, keeping my eyes on his, his gaze gradually became more threatening. Now I know why people are scared of him.

"I like your accent." I said without thinking, "What?" He raised an eyebrow, My mouth closed in response. "Nothing! I'm [Y/N] and I'm the class president, here's your schedule.." I handed him the schedule with a sweet smile, though I can't manage to look him the eyes - since somehow, it's hard to. So looking him at his torso is the best way to avoid eye contact.

"Your locker number is 42, next to the science class! We're locker neighbours!!" A giggle escaped my mouth, immediately closing it in embarrassment. What was that giggle. My eyes creeped up to him, he had no emotion, he just looked at me.

He nodded and walked away. I breathed a sigh of relief, stomping childishly. "That's so embarrassing!! I'm gonna jump of a building - Locker neighbours!? What am I a child!?"

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Being Miles Morales' seatmate wasn't that bad. He's oddly quiet for a delinquent. He's smart too. My mind went to that one time last week - when we were paired up for a presentation. We exchanged numbers, and almost immediately - he sent the whole research and the script.

-- Miles Morales POV --

"Can you make it pink please ^⁠▽⁠^?" I laughed under my breath in amusement. What was her name again? [Y/N]? I searched her name on Instagram. Her face popped up, as I clicked it. My eyes flickered, scrolling through her pictures.

Most of her pictures were her studying, in the library, with friends, her with cats and random cute things she saw. I closed my phone, my uncle entering the room. "What's with that look, man?" "What look?" "And here I thought you won't catch feelings for anyone with that heart of yours." He laughed and exited.

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[Y/N] shivered in the dark, as she walked in the street. City lights and dim street lamps were the only thing keeping the girl company. She sighed, walking faster, in hopes of getting to her apartment quickly, plastic bag on her hand. She passed by two guys, about her age - smoking.

One of them stopped her in her tracks by stepping infront of her, a smug look in his faced. "Hey sweetcheeks, whatchu doing so late?" She gave a small awkward smile and turned around, only to be blocked by his friend.

"Leaving so soon?" "Have fun with us." "No thank you, I need to go home..." She said meekly, as the two creeps laughed. Another gripped her wrist, she yelped in response. "That was an order, sweetheart." A harsh tug made her look around for help.

"Yo' move." A familiar voice said, as they all turned to look at it. It was Miles Morales, his eyebrows knit together, meeting her eyes. "Miles! Help-" "ah, this your boyfriend or something?" "Looks like a delinquent wanna be."

[Y/N] shot pleading eyes to her delinquent seatmate, as he stared back in return. He sighed. "I said move. People are trying to pass, bro." "Who you trying to 'bro', Man?" The two creeps approached him.

With a blink of an eye, the two were laying on the ground, one with a bruised eye who was also passed out and one with a busted lip. "Whatever! She looks like a whore anyways!" The guy cowered and ran away, leaving his friend.

Miles crouched down to the passed out guy, his hands roaming on his pockets and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Placing one on his lip, he ignited the lighter and lit up the tip of the cigarette.

"Thank you..." She said, trying to catch her breath, hand on her heart as she almost died. Miles grunted, blowing smoke and glanced at her. "Whatcu' even doing here?" "Was just trying to buy some meds for my cat. He's sick. I'm going back to my apartment now though.." she gripped the plastic bag, she was holding onto for dear life earlier.

"You're crazy for walking in the middle of the night." He continued walking forward. "Yeah...can you uhm, walk me to my apartment?" [Y/N] shyly asked. His eyes flickered to her.

"Why?" "'Cause...you saved me, so maybe you can keep doing that until I reach my apartment! I'll pay you back if you do, and also for saving me!" "You ain't need to pay me back." He said, quickening his pace.

The girl quickly ran up to him, trying to match his pace. "..Is that a yes..?" "Yeah, whatever." They walked in silence, somehow, this time it was calming and comfortable.

"Uhm- so...if you don't mind me asking..are the rumours really true..? the one where they say you're a delinquent, who's in a gang, who beats people up for fun..?" She shivered again in the cold, feeling a little brave to ask questions.

"The delinquent part is true. But Ion' go with gangs and beating people up for fun. I'm not that ridiculous 'Ma." He said, blowing the smoke from his cigarette. She nodded and smiled. "Well, you're not that bad for a delinquent." "Yeah?" "Yeah."

She stopped as Miles also halted, looking at her. She faced the building next to him. "This is me...thank you, again." "Don't go outside in middle of the night, next time. Don't wanna save your ass again."

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Hope this was goodd, I also absolutely love this trope!! I'm taking more requests!! Any characters will be finee!!

#across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #miles x reader #earth 42 miles morales x reader #miles morales #spiderman #earth 42 miles morales x you #earth 42 miles fluff #earth 42 miles x you #miles molares

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Leucoratia's ultimate JJBA fic recs

A/N: Here are all the jojo fics I ever reblogged as well as my AO3 favourites, they have passed peer review and I reccomend them all with my eyes closed! This masterlist will be updated as I read (so don't forget to check the original post on my blog, new fics might appear!)

My favourites ever will be highlighted in pink! Happy reading!

Gen :

-"Bruno Bucciarati's Guide to Motherhood" - Buccigang : "Some little stories about Mafia Mom and his six kids, featuring such classics as: “How many times can the kids say ‘Mom!’ in an hour,” “Maybe if I hide in the bathroom I can have five minutes of alone time,” and “No Stands at the dinner table!”

-"Rain in the Flower Garden" - Buccigang : After defeating Diavolo, Giorno discovers a new power and starts to put things back together. A story in which Giorno brings people back (angst)

-"Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want" - Dio : "What would it take for Dio to fight on the side of the Joestar family? For Diavolo to serve society in a beneficial way? For Jotaro to actually be there for his daughter? An AU with a dark beginning and a wholesome ending." (Mudad, mind warnings)

-"Remember me as the sky" - Ceasar Zeppeli : "We'll do everything that'll make Lisa Lisa mad at us" Ceasar lives, at a cost.

Character x Character :

-"Catch of the Day" - Pirate!Avdol x Merman!Polnareff

-"Unbroken" - Esikars : "When an argument broke between Kars and Esidisi, a severe injury drives the Flame King away with the redhead infant. Through pain and betrayal, Esidisi struggles to come in terms of his role in Kars' life. And try to find something within him, which is unbroken."

-"When the Ancient Being Prayed" - Esikars (NSFW) : "After drifting into space aimlessly, Kars was reborn as a human being. As he readjusts himself to the present times, would he forget the past and moved on? But it's really hard with the hot historian who resembled his old lover."

Bruabba :

-"It Starts Like This" : bruno deals with epilepsy which has been caused by being undead (everyone lives AU, angst)

-"Gold room": An abridged history of Bruno Buccellati and Leone Abbacchio, told in ten parts. (Fix-it AU, relationship study)

-"Arm Candy": Leone Abbacchio is at rock bottom, so he might as well catch whatever he can reach to pull himself back up. When a stranger from the mafia offers Leone a job as his bodyguard Leone accepts it, but he has no idea Bruno Bucciarati is much more than a regular gangster, and that the job would turn out to be much stranger than Leone expected. (AU, T4T, mind warnings)

Caejose :

-"Whenever you reach for me I'll do all that I can" : "They say stand users attract other stand users, do you think it's true in other ways too?" Bruno and Leone get together and help eachother figure themselves out. (T4T, transitioning)

-"He wears a pair of silver wings" : What if there never were any vampires, pillarmen and red stone of Aja? What if Joseph and Ceasar were just two men on opposite sides in WW2, stranded together in the middle of the Alps?

-"The Ghost of Ceasar Zeppeli" "Caesar was content to guard over Joseph's family in the afterlife, he had no idea what that would entail"

-"A field of words I wish I would have said" : Jotaro comes to Joseph for advice, making him reminisce his time with Ceasar (angst, canon character death)

Jonadio :

-"The Convergence of Two Stars" (Les Misérables AU) : "Following a fight with this father, young Jonathan Joestar moves from his estate to the Gorbeau tenement, intent on making his own way in the world. Unbeknownst to him, his next door neighbour is someone whose fate is tied to his own through a shared past. Their meeting may be the catalyst to change the course of both their lives."

-"Rosa Sangue" : hanahaki, but the loved one is dead and the sufferer immortal

-"A little derring-do" : "Come now. Would you rather I go out and jump on some unlucky fellow in the streets? All because Jonathan Joestar couldn't give up some of his precious blood. So selfish, Jojo."

"I would rather you hadn't put on that mask at all," Jonathan chided. And yet, he raised a hand to trace one careful thumb over the sharp, sharp tip of Dio's fangs. He almost wanted to press just a little bit harder, enough to see the skin split open and spill red. (Blood drinking, midly dubious consent, frottage)

Jotakak:

-"Twisted Love" - Jotakak: "Noriaki Kakyoin has been in love with his best friend for years. The only problem? Nothing has changed, and it seems like the best course of action would be to just forget about it and move on. The catch? He has to pretend to be his boyfriend for a game show." (fake dating, undercover as a couple, slow burn, fluff and angst... best Jotakak fic I've ever read)

-"In water" - Jotakak (mind warnings) : "Broken, battered, barely clinging to life, Kakyoin wakes up in the ICU after Egypt with one thought on his mind: he has to survive, because important people are waiting for him"

-"Watching for the Tide" - Jotakak (transfem Joot <3) : "Before stands, before Dio, it had been easy for Jotaro Kujo to hide that she was a girl, but with her soul displayed as Star Platinum—huge, powerful, and definitely a woman—it was becoming harder to ignore."

Diavolo :

-"Moonchild" - Diavolo & Doppio: where Doppio deals with an "intruder" in his appartment, whose only misgiving is drawing children's drawings everywhere and messing up (character study, Diavolo's wounded inner child. All of this author's jojo fics are really great)

-"He'll find him waiting like a lonesome king" - Diadop (NSFW) : Diavolo finds a way to meet doppio face to face, but only temporarily

-"Double" - Diadop (beware warnings) : "In the beginning, they were only Them. From the moment of their birth, they were Two, and they had no name for Themselves, and they needed none. They watched from behind their eyes, and they smiled and laughed at each other’s passing thoughts, and they cried from the same hunger and reached for the same bottle. Their selves were driven only by simple thoughts; instinct, need, care- and so there was no disagreement; to be two was as natural as to breathe, to drink, to cry."

-"The Healing Power of Nothing" - Diavolo & Trish : "While Diavolo was trapped in the death loop, Trish learns about her father's fate and convinces Don Giovanna to release him from his torment. Upon release, Diavolo is left a paranoid wreck, keeping himself sheltered from the outside in fear of dying again. Dying multiple times enabled him to reflect on his past actions, wishing to start over but is aware he is worthy of forgiveness. Trish on the other hand, wants a father in her life again is willing to give him that second chance."

-"Vae Victis" - Diavolo/Giorno (NSFW, mind warnings) : "At the 15 year anniversary of Giorno's ascent to Don of Passione, Bruno convinces Giorno to pull Diavolo from the death loop."

Giorno Giovanna:

-"Baby mine" -Giorno & Buccigang : Giorno is hit by an enemy stand which causes him to regress to his newborn state. He must grow older again while his friends turn into family. (angst, found family, past child abuse)

-"The child of god" - Mudad : A universe in which Dio comes for his son

-"My devil / my darling" - Mudad : Dio is dead. But that doesn't mean that it will stop him from visiting his son in his dreams...or rather nightmares. Dio takes it upon himself to be Giorno's sleep paralysis demon.

-"Ripped Out" - Giorno & Buccigang : "Abbacchio gets sent on a simple mission with his least favorite Passione member. Even after defeating the boss, his irritation towards Giorno hasn’t completely faded. But what if the “perfect” teen gets hurt?" (warning: OW)

-"Still Learning" - Giorno & Buccigang: "They winked. And then, suddenly, there was a child standing right before them in his pyjamas, looking for all the world as though he had been pulled out of bed"

-"Blood Runs Thicker" - Mudad : "Should they prove themselves worthy of their birthright, he would ensure his sons their rightful place as a part of his eternal legacy. He hoped, for their individual sakes, they would do so."

-"Sunlight" - Mudad: "It was the first few rays of morning that woke Dio, along with Giorno’s squirming. Dio wasn’t exactly a morning person--he preferred staying up into the late hours of the night if he chose to extend his day, not waking up early. Unfortunately for him, his son was, often waking up right before or after sunbreak. Whatever internal clock his little body ran on, it was determined to have Dio up every morning before 7am, which in his very professional and official legal opinion, should be a crime."

-"You are someone I have loved but never known" - Mudad : Dio's spirit visits his son. A story of fatherhood, trauma, and catharsis, told through years of dreams of Giorno Giovanna.

-"Son of the Tiger" - Mudad : Dropping by Dio's awful mansion to deliver a report, Hol Horse meets someone unexpected.

-"Belgian chocolate" - Mudad : Dio and Giorno are at home, chillin' like villains. An old friend (and a new one!) drops by. (No warnings, same timeline as Son of The tiger)

X Reader :

-"Rekindled Meetings" -Mer!Jotaro x Reader : y/n reunites with their estranged mermaid best friend after a storm

-helpimhyperfixating's jotaro x reader masterlist

-"JJBa & You : fall dates edition" - Bruno, Abbaccchio, Gyro, Jotaro, Josuke, Diadop, Diego, Giorno, Kakyoin, Poly! Caesar & Joseph

-"Foolish Games" - Bucciarati x reader : “Excuse me, think I’ve mistaken you for somebody else, Somebody who gave a damn.“ (warnings: death, part 5 spoilers, soft nsfw)

-"A glimpse of Us" - Bucciarati x reader : Dating and sex work requires communication, something you and Bucciarati learn the hard way. (NSFW)

-"Cassandra Gemini : Multiple Spouse Wounds" - Dio x reader : in which you are a prostitue who has known Dio for many years. This is the story of your first and your last meetings (NSFW)

-"Several nightcaps later" - Abbacchio x reader (NSFW): "Abbacchio's unresolved issues and drinking habit have taken a severe toll on his sex life. After learning about jerk-off-instruction, he comes to you with his problem. You're more than happy to help."

-"The Altar" - Diavolo x reader (NSFW, demon!diavolo, non-con elements): "You find the source of a strange blight in your pumpkin patch. However, nothing could prepare you for what you encounter there."

-"The Domestic Diavolo Chronciles" - Diavolo x reader (domestic fluff)

-"Bratty's Kink compendium" - jojo x reader : NSFW oneshort request compliation. Basically kink heaven (mind warnings)

#x reader #bruabba #caejose #esikars #jotakak #mudad #diavolo jojo #fic recs #masterpost #giorno giovanna #jonadio

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King Dice collecting a debt

A/n: just found this on my old computer, it's a little something I wrote two years ago.

Warnings: violence, injury, debt collecting, gang ideology, threatening and aggressive behaviour.

Nothing could describe the fear that would run through people’s veins when King Dice banged on their door. His reputation really did precede him. The whole Isle knew of King Dice, so named because he ran the underground gambling scene sponsored by the Devil himself, his self-proclaimed comrade. In reality, it was more of a one-sided relationship, the Devil getting Dice to do him favours and collect his debts- with Dice more than happy to comply.

Regardless, when the well-dressed kingpin knocked on a door looking for the money someone owed him, it was bad news. Even if he started off with a jaunty showtune, whistled away as he rapped the door frame, even if he was in a good mood, even if they were a pretty little thing that he liked the look of: they were in for a terrible time.

They could try and hide, not answering. Praying that he’d assume they weren’t home and depart. But he could always tell that they were there.

“You know who it is: let me in.” His tone was oddly playful for a man who had come with the intention of beating the frighteners onto someone.

The knock would be brisk and stately, no doubt drawing the attention of neighbours, who would shut their curtains enough to not be seen, leaving only a small slit for viewing. Spying the gangster as he waited. There’d always be a lackey with him, but Dice preferred the more personal touch to debt collecting.

“I ain’t got time to mess ‘round.” They must have known that by hiding they were only making it worse, but still the fear prevented them from answering. If they let him in, perhaps he’d have had more respect for their... ‘cojones’, maybe go a little easier on them even. But they never did and so he didn’t need to uphold that end of the bargain.

Sooner or later, he grew impatient, and the distinctively nerve-wracking sound of a door being booted off its hinges alerted the homeowner that their plan had not worked in the slightest.

His hand smooths back his hair that had been displaced from the act of dislodging the front door and he cast a rather sinister smile at the figure cowering in the corner. At first this Cab Calloway look-alike may come across too dandy for this line of work, but beating, torturing and tax collecting were next to nature to him.

“If you’re playing the ‘I’m not home’ game, next time you may want to take your car off the drive.” He grinned, showing rows of immaculate teeth. “But if you have an intelligent bone in your body - there won’t be a next time.”

“Look, uh Mr Dice. I ain’t got your money, alright? But I will! Just give me two days, I can-” Whilst they pleaded, he walked fully inside the room, having a look at any trinkets, family photos dotted around, anything he could use to send his message.

“It is a lovely place you’ve got here. What a delightful clock.” His white-gloved hand took the piece of decor from the wall, turning it over and inspecting it. The owner gulped, watching the intruder hesitantly.

“Looks too expensive for you. Is it stolen?” He mocked.

The man’s eyes widened in fear as Dice approached. “It uh was a present- for the Mrs.” He said, following the object with his gaze. It was easily the nicest thing in this run-down property and Dice intended to use that.

Dice kept his hand on the clock against the wall, encasing the man for a few moments before letting out a hiss between his teeth. He looked him dead in the eye and the small pupils of the man pleased him.

“You’d think that someone with such a stunning timepiece would know that he was late with my fucking money.” He spoke harshly, his spit flying towards the owner, punctuating the syllables by gesturing with the clock.

Letting his face soften for a moment, a smile began to grace his lips as he shook his head, the man against the wall breathed out a sigh of semi-relief. It was cut short by a fearful intake of breath, when Dice suddenly smashed the object against the wall, mere centimetre from the man’s face. So close his ears were ringing.

He took the clock, turning it over to look at the face.

“Would you look at that. Its stopped. I’ll leave it here...” He brought his face very close to the man before saying the last part. “That way you can tell the coppers exactly when I arrived.”

The homeowner was about to speak but Dice put a finger to his lips indicating him to shut up.

“Let me guess: You ain’t gonna tell no one, huh? You’re gonna get me my money, right?” He smiled, nodding his head almost pityingly. “Yeah... no it's too fucking late for that.” King Dice stepped back and to the man’s horror began taking off his jacket. Then his waistcoat. Undressing down to his undershirt, hanging each expensive garment on the coat hook, like he owned the place.

“What are you...?” He asked, not even able to finish his sentence, as he just watched struck dumb.

“Oh, please excuse me. That jacket’s new.” He said with half a laugh at the man’s wince: at last, this fool was clocking on. Truth be told, it was part of Dice’s intimidation game and part practical, he certainly knew how hard it was to get blood out of suede. Not to mention a white shirt.

Not even 15 minutes later, Dice was walking out the door semi-dressed, with his jacket slung over his shoulder, humming a tune as always. He stopped next to the doorway, using a mirror there to check his reflection. Though his clothes were spared due to his intervention, there was blood splatter down the side of his face. Oh well, he thought, sends a message, don’t it? He checked his teeth, running his tongue over them before looking over a shoulder and shooting the man on the floor a smirk.

“Three days. You ain’t got what you owe then, I’ll come back. Only that time I'll stick around and wait for the family to come home.” The man just stared at him, knowing the threat was simply a promise. He didn’t have the agency to respond, just looked at him, through a black eye, mouth bleeding and his right arm cradled by the other.

“Might wanna get a doc to take a look at that.” He said with a mean laugh, sauntering out of where the front door was, leaving the fella to sort himself and the door out.

#cuphead #king dice #king dice x reader #king dice x you

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wanderlust-in-my-soul · 7 months

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Currently Watching - October

aka The Masterlist

Because I love a good little list - in alphabetical order! 😊

Regularly updated during the month, latest update 31.10.2023

Here you can find my weekly roundup that goes into a bit more detail about each episode. (On hiatus right now)

And a little link to my favorite bl-tropes-collection 💙

I am happy about gif-requests 🌼

Here you can find all of my gifs.

And if you want to show me something you think I might like, just let me know with #josistag

At the end you can have a look at what we can expect in September with MDL link and a link for a trailer (if avaible).

This is guaranteed to contain spoilers!

1. Boys Like Boys (4/10 on Gaga)

the story of eight taiwanese men who are on the search for love. It is messy and funny and of course I have my favorites! I wish I had waited for the show to finish, because then I could have watched the final and know if I can keep my hopes up or not...

2. Dangerous Romance (Ep 10/12 on Youtube)

The lovestory between a bully with daddy-issues and a boy who has nothing to lose and who is quite a badass.

3. I feel you linger in the air (11/12 on Gaga)

The lovestory that overcomes the time barrier between a rich man with the biggest heart-eyes and a time-traveller whose love life could have been better.

4. Kimi to Nara Koi wo Shite Mite mo / If it's with you (4/5 on Gaga)

The lovestory between Amane, a very open and sex-positiv young man with trauma that keeps him from allowing himself to fall in love with another person and Ryuji, the person he is attracted to and slowly starts to fall in love with.

5. Kiseki: Dear to me (12/13 on Viki)

The lovestories between a member of a mafia and a college boy and between two gangsters who have far too little screen time!

6. One Room Angel (2/8 on Gaga)

The lovestory between a man full of regrets and with a lost goal in life and an angel, who lost his memory and can't figure out what his real purpose is. Besides that, the angel can't fly anymore, because the emotions of people near him have negative or positive influence on him and Koki's emotions are quite negative.

7. You are mine (8/10 on Viki)

The lovestory between a very demanding chef, who terrorise his employees and his easygoing new male secretary who can give good massages.

Finished in October

Series

1. Bon Appetit (8/8 on iQiyi)

The lovestory between a chef and his neighbour, who are indeed college friends, but lost sight of each other. The chef has a very dedicated relationship to food and tends to overreact when it comes to act of services and the appreciation from the other person. The reason why I couldn't give this series a higher rate. It was cute and good acted and until ep 7 I would have given it a ten out of ten, but the end conflict was just stupid and I can't deal with it. So in the end an 8 out of 10 for me.

2. Wedding Plan (8/8 on iQiyi)

The lovestory between a groom and his wedding planner. I get why people don't like it, the main problem could have been solved way earlier and Lom was a little bit stupid, but I loved it. I love these two together and I love the tension and the chemistry and the story with some compromises. I won't defend it, but I will keep it in a special place in my heart. 10 out of 10 for me.

3. Taikan Yoho / My Personal Weatherman (7/8 on Viki and Gaga)

The lovestory between an emotionally complicated weatherman and his devoted, but also emotionally complicated partner. It was an interesting ride and I enjoyed it very much. It would be lovely if they could have communicated a little bit more about their dynamics, but in the end they did and I loved it! A 8,5 out of 10 for me.

4. Bump Up Business (8/8)

The lovestory between a k-pop duo, who start as a fake couple and develope feelings during their time together. I love the fact this is a project with OnlyOneOf and they play the leads and all the other characters. I love that there is infact a kiss. I love the idea behind this, the fake dating. But the series was too cringy for me. Eden is beautiful, but naiv and takes some time to get things. That can be adorable, but in combination with the, most of the times, colder Jihoon, who doesn't really show his real emotions, it can be a little bit difficult to watch. And the ending was a little bit...unspectacular... Just a 6,5 out of 10 for me.

5. Only Friends (12/12 on Youtube)

This series was such a let down for me. It started strong, but with the second half it lost its way. At least it felt like it had. The characters were all toxic af, but the only one who felt real consequences was Boston. That felt not right. Mew became such an unlovable character for me. Ray was using Sand and Sand was using Ray. And Top... Well, I kind of liked him in the end. But overall nothing I would recommend or rewatch. Only a 5 out of 10 for me.

Movie

1. Utsukushii Kare: Eternal (on Viki & Gaga)

The love story between Kiyoi, an upcoming actor and Hira, a soon to be photographer whose most beloved subject to take photos off is Kiyoi. And with the last installment of their relationship we finally see the growth I was waiting for, for them to be finally equal. A really well done closure for this series! 9 out of 10 for me.

Short Film

Rewatched in October

Dropped/On-Hold in October

1. Absolute Zero (3/12 on iQiyi)

The lovestrory between highschool sweethearts, whose love is not destined to last forever. And weirdly the lovestory between one of them travelling back in time and getting close to his future boyfriend...I am confused and a little bit weirded out. I don't like the vibe this story is giving me. So for now it is dropped...

Looking forward to in October

Sono Koi, Jihanki de Kaemasu ka? - Trailer (Oct 1st in theatres)

Kimi to Nara Koi wo Shite Mite mo - Trailer (Oct 5th on Gaga)

Utsukushii Kare: Eternal (Oct 7th on Gaga and Viki)

Kinou Nani Tabeta? Season 2 - Trailer (Oct 7th on Gaga)

Boys Like Boys - Trailer (Oct 14th on Gaga)

Shadow - Teaser (Oct 31st on ViuTV)

Bump Up Business (no date yet)

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Ranking Tropes

This is for my (uninspired) writers or (inexperienced) readers out there😋. I will be updating this often so next time you check this post new tropes may be added !!<3

Enemies to Lovers

8.5/10

I would've gave this a higher ranking if the protagonists were enemies for longer… most of the time, it's like there enemies for a day or two and then the next chapter they're alread head over heals for each other. And when they are enemies it's like where's the enemy-ing?! Where are the fights and arguments - like tell me why I should hate this person, ya know? (Hate sex is a W)

Friends to Lovers

7/10

I mean it's a pretty solid trope but most of the time it gets boring and repetitive, I can't really comment on this one to be honest. And sometimes it's corny but on the other hand it's so wholesome and has me kicking my feet and shit.😭💞😤

Mafia

6/10

If I could get one dollar for each time someone has done the mafia trope I'd be a billionaire, no joke. I mean yeah, it's overrated. But things are ‘overrated’ because they're good (sometimes) but this is another level of overrated. IT STILL IS GOOD, THIS ISNT ME SHITTING ON PEOPLE WHO LIKE THE MAFIA TROPE, sometimes I do quite enjoy it.

Love Triangle

9.7/10

Yes. Next question. (I don’t know what else to add to this LOL. But I do find myself favouring one S/O over the other when reading these 💀).

Love Square

8/10

Ooh we in geometry now💁🏽‍♀️. But in all seriousness, sometimes it do be getting confusing and I think you’re better off just doing a triangle. (If y’all don’t know what this is it’s basically three S/Os, sometimes there’s drama and conflict the or it’s an open relationship)

Teacher

9.9/10

I’m incapable of ranking things ten because there’s no such thing as perfection, but the teacher trope just might be the epitome of it😍. These are so fun to be read or maybe it’s just my daddy issues … but we move!

Dom Female + Sub Male

9.999/10

Um, yes. These ones really stand out to me because they're just different from the rest, when was the last time y'all ever read a dom female and sub male trope before? Exactly. We need more of these for real!

Stalker

8.9/10

I literally do not have any boundaries whatsoever so I love reading these so much. And it makes me feel like i’m being watched IRL after reading 😔☠️

Knight

9/10

The knight trope should honestly be done more, especially with me being a history girly. I like reading these in plummy British accents to enhance the plot 😏

Academic Rivals

9.7/10

Okay I haven’t really read much of these BUT it’s giving the same energy as enemies to lovers so that’s why I think it’s getting such a high rankinggg ! You can never go wrong with a good academic rivals. Period, (but I don’t think you can make the whole story revolve around this trope there needs to be other elements).

Younger x Older

8.5/10

This is also a pretty solid concept but it gets sort of hard to make these interesting plot wise. Also, I mean younger x older in a legal way !! 😓

Dad’s Bestfriend

9.5/10

I’ve read one before and it was good so that does the rating justice, older men just😋

(Apartment) Neighbours

7/10

This one’s USUALLY overdone when writers are feeling a tad bit lazy. And honestly, been there done that. This is still a cute trope and there are so many ideas that come along with it!

Gangster x Civilian

8/10

This one gets a solid eight because sometimes they're so interesting on the other hand they're eh. They need to be executed properly in order to be good, like how does the civilian react to the constant crime life and the death and the bloodshed and whatever, ya know?!

Forced Proximity

8.55/10

You can’t go wrong with this, but what you can do with the plot gets as limited as the space between the characters (no pun intended) the writers always serve as always when doing these so it gets a solid eight point fifty five .

Forced Marriage

6/10

Me personally, I don’t believe in marriage nor see myself getting married in the future but they’re usually interesting plot wise unlike the trope. I just find it pretty boring.

Rich and Poor

7.5/10

I mean I love the feeling of being spoiled, don’t get me wrong on that. But this trope also needs more elements added to it so it’s not boring, you can’t just have the whole story about the S/O providing for the damsel in distress :( unless you want to then more power to you

Forbidden Love

8.7/10

This just enhances the love for me, I don’t know what it is about this trope that I like so much but oh wellllll

Fake Relationship

4/10

I’m so sorry 😞 the plot is always so so so predictable. It’s like I’m five steps ahead and I’ve already read it. This is so hypocritical in retrospect as I might write a little something with this trope

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amidst-wonderland · 11 months

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[sleekit]

pairing: mentioned!nora + michael warnings: mentions of smoking, abortion, strong language, violence (this is mainly just dialogue that i cracked-out in an hour) summary: john lays into michael about getting the glasgow girl knocked-up because he's got nothing better to do.

july, eighth

nineteen-twenty-two

“heard what you’d done with that girl of yours” john says to cousin. “she’s staying at mine for now. pol’s running after ‘er ‘cause nora’s not got anyone around here to do it.”

michael continues to stay quiet knowing john was only looking for arise out of him, even rejecting the smoke he’d offered under the table.

“the family don’t even know either. it’s why she took esme up to scotland with her, as bait.” john slips out a light laugh, “kid ain’t half as daft as she sounds. thought she’d eat you alive when the missus pulled her in the pub – not now though, she’s got a bit of a fever pol’s making her sweat it out.”

he looks back to michael who’s still giving him the same pissed off expression as he did when he’d walked through his cell door.

“what d’you want john?” michael hisses under his breath. “done winding up your brothers?”

“thought i’d come in here, pick your brain bit because why the fuck am i hearing you’re marrying this girl? she’s a pretty wee thing and a ‘real fucking firecracker’ says esme but–“

“–she doesn’t want to get rid of it, mum was persistent on that – she’s a nice, catholic girl, doesn’t believe in anything but the book and i was raised to do the right thing, weren’t i?” michael explained. “not that it’s any of your fucking business.”

john chewed his pick for a bit before his lips began to form a smirk. “not that it’s any of my business but it’s not what she told pol.”

michael furrowed his brows, perplexed. it’s not that he didn’t believe his mum, he’d just known nora long enough to know that it didn’t sound entirely true, then again nora was no stranger to hypocrisy when it suited her.

“overheard ada talking about arthur’s woman in wales. pol tried scaring the shit out of ‘er ‘needles this’, ‘infections that’ women stuff but she still wasn’t having it. the kid wants to go back to london.”

“that’s what she told me, after the lorne – didn’t want to be around all this.” michael sighed, “looked right through me, never seen anything like it. first time she’d ever rung her neck in with me.”

'maybe now you've grown a fucking backbone it'll happen more often' john jokes to himself. though he doubts it knowing nora's a city girl, there's no taming them.

“nora can’t go home with it – dad’ll ‘leather’ her, whatever that bloody means. the bloke’s an old-school gangster from before the war.” john perked, “esme said he sliced up a man for looking at his wife funny, that’s why they left glasgow.”

“it’s not.” michael corrected, “it was a neighbour. he broke-in and attacked her mum because she’s gypsy, like you.”

“point is, not a bloke you want to cross when you’ve just knocked-up his youngest then fucked off to the clink.”

“hardly choices i made.”

michael pursed his lips, remembering something john had mentioned, “a fever, was it? everything alright?”

john shrugs, “docs, nurses, midwives – they’ve been in and out my house, think it’s polio.��

“fuck.”

“touch-wood and all that shit, but…”

“don’t.” michael snapped at his cousin’s implication.

john rolled his eyes, ‘for a kid not looking forward to marrying this girl, he sure is protective.’

“would the family come down?”

“down for what?”

“the wedding.”

"scared?" john smirks, "who knows. girl’s got a knack for keeping things bottled. doubt she was ever going to tell you.”

“she didn’t, mum did.”

“speaking of pol...“

“hardly.”

“she thinks it’ll be a boy, if you’re in the market for names–“

“fuck off john.”

#peaky blinders #michael gray #michael gray imagine #john shelby #oc: nora gray

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themultifandomgal · 1 year

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Alfie Solomons- Partners In Crime Pt2

Our first date went very well I have to say..

"Thank you for tonight Alfie. I had a lot of fun" I smile as Alfie walks me to the apartment I'm stopping in

"Does the night really have to end?" Alfie smirks at me

"What have you got in mined Mr Solomons?" I raise an eyebrow

"I think you know Miss YLN"

"Well then you best come inside then" I open up the door and walk inside

"I have to say YN it's a bit small"

"It has a bed what more do you need?" I smirk leading Alfie over and making him sit at the end of the bed. I take his face in my hands and place a kiss on his lips. His hands move to my butt and squeezes it before pulling away a little

"You know. I feel in love with you the moment I saw you"

"Love at first sight ay?" I smirk at the Camden Town gangster and lean down to his face "you best show me how much you truly love me then"

We lay in bed naked while cuddling one another

"I want you to be mine. Officially"

"I have been yours since you said you loved me" I tell him while using his chest as a pillow

"One day we will moved to the country and get married and have kids. Mark my words"

That was 6 years ago and just like he said we moved to the country after Tommy tried to kill Alfie because of his illness. Now he's getting better and I'm 8 months pregnant with our 3rd child. I watch as Alfie sits on sofa next to our oldest boy Adam who's 3, his showing Alfie a drawing of a boat he did with me earlier in the day. Our other son Samual is playing on the floor with some blocks, he's 20 months old now

"If this one is another boy right, I think we should try again for a girl" Alfie says looking at me

"I don't know Alf. Three kids is enough and we're not getting any younger"

"Oh come on, what's one more child"

"We're having one more child. I don't think we can cope with 4 kids"

"Once this one turns 1 you'll be wanting another. You wait and see" Alfie points his walking stick at me making me laugh

"Anyway it's time for bed. Adam run upstairs and get your pyjamas on"

"Ok mamma" Adam runs up the stairs, I get up off the sofa and awkwardly bend down to pick up Sam when the door mocks

"Who the fuck could that be?"

"Language Alfie" he gets up using is cane and walks to the door, I follow behind him and there stood at the doorway was Tommy Shelby

"Tom?" I frown

"Tommy shalom, shalom"

"Well I can see the bad leg and near death experience hasn't harmed your dick" I roll my eyes at Tommys comment

"You coming in or just going to stand at the door?" I ask turning away

"Mamma who's at the door?" Adams feet run across the landing and down the stairs

"Picked the wrong time Tom the kids are meant to be sleeping"

"Hi Tommy" Adam smiles a wide smile

"Hello Adam, now mamma said you should be going to be"

"But she has to read a story"

"I'm coming. Of you go" I watch as Adam runs off again

"You didn't answer my question, what are you doing here?"

"I only came to check up on you both. No one has heard from you for a few weeks. Ada was worried"

"We're all fine. There's more though isn't there?"

"Well I'm going to be your new neighbour. Me, Lizzie and Charlie. Faked my death"

"Wow" my eyes widen "the three biggest gangsters have fallen within 6 years"

"The Peaky Blinders are still going, but I'm done with that life"

"Well then Lizzie can help me give birth this time. Alfie just faints and I have to do it all myself"

"You said you wouldn't tell anyone" Alfie calls as I make my way to Sams bedroom

"Goodnight my love" I place him down with a blanket and immediately he's asleep. I walk into Adam's room, he's now in bed hugging a teddy.

After reading him a story I walk downstairs to Alfie alone sat on the sofa. I sit next to him

"Who'd have thought this would be our life? ay?" I ask snuggling into him

"Never thought I'd have kids now I've got 2 and 2 on the way"

"1 on the way" I correct him

"2"

"I'll think about it" I tell him closing my eyes relaxing.

#alfie solomon’s imagine #alfie solomons #alfie solomons x y/n #alfie solomons x reader #peaky blinders #peaky blinders reader

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enzenwriting · 2 years

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Jungwon walks toward what seems to be a neat flower shop. In fact, it was more than neat. It was really cute and easy to the eye. Maybe the owner is also nice enough and directs him to the nearest re-route to his aunt's apartment without having to go back to the dorm. Jungwon walks in with a small “excuse me” hoping the find the owner, to what he imagines to be an old woman in an apron fixing flowers. However, his steps comes to halt when he feels a heavy atmosphere before a broad man turns around and meets his eyes. At that moment Jungwon felt his soul leaving his body, skin instantly getting goosebumps and suddenly it was hard to move away despite wanting to run out of the shop. The idea of being able to defend himself through his 7 years of taekwondo training is long gone and forgotten.

Jungwon finds a man behind the counter, hair hidden from the towel neatly wrapped around his head and the lines on his forehead prominent as his scrunched brows. His eyes darted back at Jungwon paired with a frowned lip. All of that with a thick, dark and heavy aura around him which Jungwon suffocates on and in Jungwon’s pretty little head all of this concludes as the man as member of a gangster. Jungwon wants to talk or maybe walk away too but it seems he can't do both. His words stuck in his throat, his knees locked and his heart almost beating out of his chest.

“Hello, stranger! How can I help you?” Suddenly, the man behind the counter beamed. Scowl no longer evident on the man’s face and replaced with what Jungwon would consider being a confuse look, although he still felt intimidated. Jungwon opens his mouth but his throat fails to voice out anything. At least this wasn’t happening in a stage performance he thinks to lighten up himself

“Stranger? Oh? You resemble Ms Ya-”

“D-Do you perhaps know a way to Apartment building 127” Jungwon doesn't know where the courage comes from but he guesses it's better to ask now and get a half-assed answer and run away from this place as soon as possible.

“Oh! I knew it! Are you perhaps Ms Yang’s nephew?!” The man beams again. Once again, the soul which has probably returned to his body escapes again. Maybe if his soul keeps leaving his body, he’ll eventually faint and he won’t have to deal with this situation or encounter the man again.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m probably scaring you right now. I’m Ms Yang’s neighbour.” Aunt lives next to a gangster?! Unable to process anything anymore, Jungwon just nods in order to end the conversation. Anything to end the conversation now!!

“My shop doesn’t close in another hour though.” The man ponders. “How about you take a seat and I'll make you a tea so I can drop you off later!”

“N-”

“Dad I got your dumplings!” a familiar voice rings in Jungwon’s ear. He’s heard of that voice before, maybe in another tone but he can’t be mistaken. His curiosity ends when the girl walks past him to hand a bag to the man. That uniform.

“YN! My baby goldfish! Thank you for dropping these off!” YN... As if this situation couldn't get any more uncomfortable. Of course, it was the bully and the bully’s dad. “Oh right! Since you’re on your way home, how about you take.. uh What’s your name boy?”

“Uh.. J-Jungwon, Yang Jungwon”

“Right! How about you take Ms Yang’s nephew, Jungwon with you back to the building. He’s still unfamiliar with the place.” You stay quiet for a bit. Not prepared to meet new people today you think. Looking back at Ms Yang’s nephew, you can’t help but think he is really pretty and excludes bright energy in contrast to what people say you give. Maybe too pretty and bright for your eyes so you quickly look away but you try your best to give him a natural expression, avoiding the feared resting bitch face.

In Jungwon’s eyes, it was his first time seeing your face without you looking down or your hair blocking your whole face. It seems like looking intimidating runs in the family quite strong. He’s not sure if you’re glaring angrily at him for having to show him around or just staring at him but he thinks your features aren’t as intimidating as your dads’ or as intimidating as the energy you give off in school.

“Just follow me” Oh You’re definitely angry he thinks but follows you as you walk out of the building anyway.

“Nice meeting you Jungwon! Don’t hesitate to visit again to rest up in my shop when you need and next time you visit the apartment, I’ll cook you a lot of delicious food and give you flowers!” He hears your dad yell.

The walk back to the building is quiet. Neither of you spoke but he’s thankful you’re not taking the route back to his dorm. You walked slow but still led him and looking back to check if he was following well from time to time, but Jungwon sees a scowl every time you turn around which he notes to look away every time. If you didn’t want to walk with me, you should’ve refused! It’s not like I want to walk with a bully either! He thinks. The walk takes around 15 minutes with the pace but you both eventually reach the building gate. You finally stopped walking before you look back at him to check if he’s fine but you find Jungwon looking back at you already.

“What?” you nonchalantly asked, unconsciously with your rbf.

“You know... I was made to go back to school like a normal person. I’m not trying to make you mad either. I just messed up a few times, but it really wasn’t on purpose. I just want to attend class normally and maybe make friends in class like everyone else now I’m forced to go back to school. If only I wasn’t associated with you! Classmates who would like to be my friend wouldn’t stay away from me.”

“huh?” Jungwon sees your eye look him up and down quickly and his life flashes before his own eyes. “Wh-what can you repeat all of tha-“

“T-that... T-that’s all! t-thanks for showing me the way! I think I can find my way here!!!” and with that, he runs off. Jungwon quickly finds himself in his aunt’s apartment. Having visited the place numerous times before he became a trainee, he keys in the code and runs inside.

“Jungwonie? Is that you?”

“Aunty! The bull- I mean I met YN and her dad” He yells, running towards the kitchen table where his aunty is sitting down.

“Oh, you’ve met them? Did you say hello properly? They help me a lot and occasionally make me delicious food-”

“Aunty! How can you just trust them like that! You don’t know what kind of people they are!! Just look at them! Are you sure they aren’t part of dangerous gangs? I’ve heard they’re really on the low-”

“Yang Jungwon!” His aunt raises her voice, stopping the boy. “Didn’t you become an idol to show that anyone can be themselves without prejudice and spread the positive message? What you’re doing right now is the opposite.”

Jungwon looks down not knowing how to respond at the reaction. “We didn’t teach you to be like this, do you understand? You haven’t gotten to know them properly so please don’t judge them based on their looks. How many times have you talked to them properly exactly? It’s extremely rude”

Oh. Maybe I was being rude. “I’m sorry Aunty.”

“That’s fine. YN and her father are good people, okay? If you still don’t think so after you’ve properly met them, I’ll try to go to your dorm instead of having you meet here okay?” Jungwon nods quietly. “Now say ah”

Jungwon reacts on instinct like a child, opening his mouth his aunt feeds him a spoonful rice with curry. Jungwon hums at the taste. It was delicious. The most he had tasted if he even dares say so.

“It's good, right? YN’s dad made this!” Jungwon eyes widen His aunt’s words repeating itself as he chews on the food.

08 Neighbour gang gang

♡Summary: When Enhypen are forced back to attend class, Jungwon is determined to fight or flight; by tying to get out of school or trying make the best of ordinary school life. What would happen when he comes across the rumoured bully who happens to be his aunt’s neighbour who is really good at making cookies?!

a/n: this chapter ending feels like a cliff hanger? maybe? idk.. just me ig.

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