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daisyblinder · 1 year

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Hey lovely! I adore your writing 🥹😍! I’m so happy you’re asks are open!! I’d love to request an Arthur x Reader where they are married & he is super possessive/ worried about her all the time. I know Arthur would be such a simp for his wife and so worried about every little thing she does 😩💔 I’ll leave the details to you!

Thank you so much, darling! 🧡

Arthur definitely would be so doting, I hope you like what I’ve come up with xx

Everything you don't / Arthur Shelby x fem! reader

🦋 Warnings: Cursing, violence

Covering shifts in Garrison was a pleasant job for Y/n, when the day was peaceful. This happened to be a calm day with a decent amount of patrons but not enough of the party rascals to make it overly loud and busy.

Y/n used to work in the Garrison as a barmaid but then a certain Arthur Shelby had sweeped her off her feet and her days working as a fulltime barmaid were over.

Not by his order, though he did make it clear what was his opinion about letting her try and work herself around drunken men with little to no manners.

The sound of the door has her snapping her head up from wiping the counter. A wide smile spreads to her face as she meets her husbands eyes.

”Hello, my love”, he says loudly before even making it to the counter, making sure everyone hears. Y/n shakes her head with a faux frustrated expression but she cannot wipe the smile off of her face.

She did not mind his posessive nature, she liked knowing she was a treasure to him. He still never treated her like she was an object, he listened to her, he gave her a louder voice she ever could have thought of posessing.

”Hello, darling”, she says with a soft smile before leaning over the counter for a kiss. Once they pull away Arthur remains leaning over the counter to talk to her in a hushed voice.

”Has everyone been behaving? No wandering paws? No scrapping?”, he asks quickly. Y/n shakes her head bringing a hand to his rough cheek.

”No scrapping, no problems today”, she answers still smiling. He always worried himself sick when it came to her.

She could not hide any harm from him nor did she ever have to worry about not having someone to come look for her if she didn’t come home in time. Even in the beginning of their relationship, he’d always been there to make sure she got home safely.

Arthur squints his eyes before nodding and smiling too. ”Have ta make sure me wife is alright don’t I, love?”, he says eyes shining with pure adoration.

Y/n could never get over the look he gave her, it always managed to make her heart stutter and legs give away. She still remembers the first time he set those eyes on her and she would never forget it.

Arthur taps the counter twice before sauntering to the other side of it. Y/n follows his movements with her eyes but gently closes them in contentment, when he comes to her side and reaches a hand to rest it on her hip. Thumb drawing small soothing circles against her through her skirts.

She lifts a hand to rest it over his, now opening her eyes to look at him with an expression that could only be described as love.

Their moment is broken by a man sauntering over to the bar with an empty bottle of irish whiskey. ”Another one”, he says simply setting the bottle on the counter before reaching for a cigarette.

Y/n goes to get one but she hears the sleazy laughter that leaves the man.

”You did good Arthur”, he starts speaking. ”No wonder you come here so often when she is working, anyone would for that rump, and a good fu-”

Before she can turn back around, she hears a sound of a sickening wheeze. Turning around, she sees Arthur with his hand wrapped tightly around the smaller man’s neck. Reaching her own hands to try and ease Arthur up, she goes to speak:

”Arthur-”

”Listen good, you dumb bastard, before I snap yer neck and feed ye into the gutter: You don’t speak of my wife like that, you won’t look at ’er like that, you won’t even breathe if you’re closer than 3 feet from ’er. Now you’ll say ’Apologies, ma’am, goodbye Mrs. Shelby’ and fuck off before I feed you that bottle”

Arthur’s voice is low and menacing as he finally lets the struggling man go. The man starts coughing to breathe. Quickly he collects himself, wheezing out a ”Apologies, Mrs. Shelby- MA’AM! Goodbye ma’am” before staggering out.

”Everyone back to yer business!”, Arthur booms as some customers still stare at them. With his command they turn back to their conversations.

Y/n still has her hands on Arthur’s arm as she looks around to see if anyone needs a drink. Turning back to Arthur she wraps her arms around his waist loosely. ”You shouldn’t have done that for me”, she whispers nuzzling her cheek against the fabric of his shirt.

”I don’t want you to have be afraid because the bell-ends are giving you grief. I won’t have me wife hurt, disrespected or lusted over”, he mutters kissing the her hairline. Y/n hums and leans up to kiss his chin.

”I’m yours to see, yours to kiss, yours to touch and no one else can have me in their hands and in their mercy like I want to be with you”, she whispers knowing how much Arthur liked hearing her say the words, even if they already were plain to see.

”And mine to protect, mine to take care of”, he mutters back. ”I will give you everything and anything”

”You already have, darling”, her words make Arthur smile as they pull away from their embrace so that the people won’t become uncomfortable. One of his arms remains at her waist as she holds onto the hand resting there.

”What do you even see in a bastard like me?”, Arthur asks more from himself than from her, the question sounding joking but she knew a part of it was genuine.

Squeesing his hand, she does not skip a beat before answering:

"Everything you don't"

#arthur shelby x y/n #arthur shelby imagine #arthur shelby x reader #arthur shelby fluff #peaky blinders imagine #request #1k

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tyranitardude · 3 months

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Did I forgot to mention that most of the South Park Fans that think they're accepting and respecting people when they're actually toxic also: Calls anyone a Wendy Simp whenever they talk about or even mention something even remotely positive and/or defensive of Wendy, criticize Trey and Matt for their mistreatment on the girls while portraying the girls in a negative light for daring to date one of their ships, criticize Wendy for doing horrible things even though almost everyone has done their share of horrible things (many of their actions being far worse than what she's done), clearly wants Scott and Sophie to be together despite the fact that they have only one thing in common and Scott was treating Sophie as if she was a prize to be obtained (no hate towards the shippers, just their ship) and even acts like it's Wendy's own fault that Cartman is bullying her even though she has done very little to warrant his constant harassment towards her, which (in my opinion) comes off as victimblaming.

Well said!

Defending Wendy from unwarranted Wendy hate doesn’t make one a “Wendy simp.” It’s basically pointing out facts. And no, she doesn’t abuse Stan! Stop with that shit. Stan isn’t abusive either, but technically he’s more flawed in his relationship with Wendy than she is. He asked Wendy for a photoshopped image of her, and used ChatGPT to text her. If you want a more toxic ship, what about Suddam/Satan? Mr. Garrison/Mr. Slave? Heiman? I’d even mention Clybe, but it’s more tame than the other mentioned ships minus Stendy. Also, the fact that people are bashing Wendy for being an average 10 year old, as well as parading Kyle for being opinionated yet demonising Wendy for being opinionated too, is way beyond me. People need to realise that Kyle and Wendy are similar in terms of personality, as well as their respective relationships with Stan and Cartman.

And in relation to Scott and Sophie, Scott basically put Sophie on a pedestal simply because she has diabetes. However, I thought the way she reached out to him at the end of Basic Cable was cute, so I sorta ship Scottphie despite its flaws.

#south park #wendy testaburger #stan marsh #anti heiman #sorta #anti clybe #simply because i said clybe was more unhealthy than stendy but i don’t hate it #kyle broflovski #eric cartman #scott malkinson #sophie gray #not really anti scottphie #just think scott parading sophie for having diabetes wasn’t it #nonetheless it was cute that sophie reached out to and understood scott #scottphie

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blackwolfflame · 10 months

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The Beginning-A South Park AU x F.o.E AU Fanfic Chapter 1

Warnings: Cursing, use of “queer” derogitorially, Brit abuse

@jammyjams1910 @just-a-douglas-simp-existing

Enjoy this mess.

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The Sutton family were waiting at the first train station that vistitors arrive at when they come from the mainland. A class of twenty fourth graders were coming to the island for a fieldtrip, so they could see different jobs than they were used to. Alex had been checking and rechecking the lists of who was in who’s group, making sure all twenty kids were accounted for. “Alex, pup, calm down. All the kids have been put into the correct groups.” D.T said, rubbing his husband’s back. Alex sighed as the train pulled up to the station.

The kids and their teacher filed off the train. “Hello everyone! Welcome to the Island of Sodor! I’m Alex Sutton, this is my husband, D.T Sutton, our four sons, Donald, Douglas, Dash, and Bash, Donald’s partner, Jamie, and Doulas’ partner, Emily!” Alex said, showing off his huge family. A fat boy wearing a red jacket and a blue and teal pompom hat scoffed. “Who cares? Let’s get on with this stupid trip.” the boy said, and Alex didn’t react, ignoring the rude boy.

“Yes, let’s get on to the groups. With my sons Dash and Bash, are Clyde Donovan, Dogpoo Petuski, Scott Malkinson, and Bebe Stevens. With Emily and Douglas, are Terrance Mephesto, Timmy Burch, Jimmy Valmer, and Wendy Testaburger. With Donald and Jamie, are Phillip Pirrip, Damien Thorn, Tolkien Black, and Heidi Turner. With D.T, are Tweek Tweak, Craig Tucker, Butters Scotch, and Kenny McCormick. Lastly, with me, are Stan Marsh, Kyle Broflovski, Eric Cartman, and Wolf Osbert. Does anyone need me to repeat the groups?”

All the students shook their heads, then got into their groups. “Alright class, just remember, we have to be back here by five o’clock tonight, so we can catch the plane home, ok?” Mr. Garrison, the teacher, said. The class nods again.

~~~~~~~~~Time Skip~~~~~~~~~~~

Well, no one was quite sure how it happened, but Donald and Jamie lost Phillip and Damien, while D.T and Alex had lost their whole groups! So, the four were frantically searching for the missing kids, hoping to find them before it was after five. Where were the boys? They had been dragged away by Eric, to go and “do something more fun than listening to those queers”. By fun, Eric meant exploring the abandoned mine on Sodor.

“This was a stupid idea, fatass. We’re gonna miss the plane home.” Wolf scoffed. The Canadian had only gone along with the group to make sure Damien didn’t get mad and commit arson, or turn an innocent person into something monsterous. “Wolf’s right, lads, we’re going to miss the train back to the mainland!” Pip squeaked. “Shut up, ya stupid Brit!” Eric snapped. “We’ll be back before then.”

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Hehe, crossover time, with slow burn gay relationships, and Alex trying to be a father to fourteen kids.

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thelovelybitten · 1 year

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vera's first watch of south park - season one

okay since stendy has taken over my life, I wanted to watch all 26 seasons of south park just for fun (and get more depth on the characters), so here's a little blurb on how season 1 went.

EPISODE 1:

oh my god the first episode is the fucking anal probe... the one clip I saw on tiktok disturbed me a little but that's the vulgarity of it all

KICK THE BABY

YOU'RE TELLING ME SINCE THE FIRST EPISODE STENDY WAS MENTIONED ?!?!?@?#??#! THE LITTLE LOVEY DOVEY STAN IS IN THE FIRST EPISODE ?????? DECEASED

STAN THROWS UP WHEN HE SEES HER WHAT this is new knowledge to ME it's so gross yet so cute LMAO

wendy giving him the note and the meeting at the pond... KYLE WAS IN HIS ANGRY ARC

my trio doing the damn thing stendyle FOREVER !!

"when do I get to make sweet love?" STAN RELAXXXX

kyle popping the FUCK OFF at the aliens as he should

I'm crying at stendy he vomits on her and her immediate reaction is "LOOK, A FRENCH FRY?" please they are so CUTE

EPISODE 2:

OH WAIT I KNOW THIS ONE IT'S THE EPISODE WHERE WENDY AND CARTMAN FIGHT FOR THE WINNER OF THE PAPER WRITING CONTEST

it's the way I know exactly what kenny is talking abt PLEASE

"hey, stop defending your little girlfriend for writing about some stupid fish" SO THEY'RE DATING NOW??????? stendy has been canon since the beginning?!@?!?#?$ HOW ARE THEY NOT POPULAR IN THE FANDOM

STAN DEFENDING WENDY <3

CLYDE AND BEBE OMG THEY ARE SO CUTE GSJSKBKG

uhm... i don't know how to feel abt this racist stuff, wouldn't fly in this modern-day timeline it's uncomfortable to watch tbh. Will have to get used to it

miss wendy GIRL DON'T GET CAUGHT

omg the TikTok MEME THAT MADE ME FALL IN LOVE W THEM GDNGKJNSNGJKGNKNK

the quote for my otp tag: I can't do it alone

stan in his simp era as HE SHOULD

stan and wendy in their duo arc they slayed

DOES KENNY GET KILLED IN EVERY EPISODE ???? that makes me sad

EPISODE 3:

it's stan being soft with animals for me <3 he's so SWEET my fave boy

kenny chugging gasoline???? my unhinged son

kenny popping AWF killing things

stan wanting to be a man like kenny BABY BOY YOU ARE PERFECT THE WAY YOU ARE SBGKJBS

so they do kill kenny in every episode.... weird dunk

chef making me CRINGE PLEASE

stan killing Scuzzlebutt iconic

EPISODE 4:

SPARKY is STAN'S DOG SJNKGSKNSK SO CUTE

wait is this is where the hc of stan being the high school quarterback comes from ??? so iconic

omg INFLATE STAN'S EGO PLEASE very king shit of him

as a bisexual... this is a little much :l

sensitive but i'll get over it

kyle filling for stan so style of them

why are Y'ALL KILLIN KENNY I hate it here

stan slowly becoming an ALLY

stan carrying the show as he fucking should that's my mf son right there

EPISODE 5:

not STAN GETTING BEAT BY SHELLY??? Is that her name??? Idk his big sister i don’t want a HAIR on his head touched

Kyle baby boy i love you but WHERE THE FUCK DID U GET AN ELEPHANT

Oh so Kyle’s the smartest kid at school ugh i love my brainiac son u EAT THESE BITCHES upppppp

Mr. Garrison common L

Shelly is AWFUL OMG

I love how stan gets launched and Kyle is just. Hey bestie we going to do this shit u better come

Cartman & fluffy is very wholesome (very rare that i like cartman, don’t count on it)

DON’T POKE STAN

Oh y’all be cloning stan ihy

Oh my god u can’t be serious is this actually gonna happen SKBSBGJS

Elton John ate

Mutant!Stan is a freak of nature :/

WHEN KENNY WENT IN THE MICROWAVE I WHEEZED HE’S SO CUTE LMAOO

Shelly redeemed herself for half a second and now she’s back on my hit list of “characters i cannot trust with Stanley Marsh”

EPISODE 6:

Oh lord we in for a wild one aren’t we

Not Stan’s grandpa wanting to unalive :(

KYLE AND IKE MY FAVOURITE SILBLINGSSSSS they’re so cute watching tv

I'm w kyle's mom on this, TF is terrance & Philip it's LAME

kyle's mom snitching kinda iconic tho

KENNY NOT THE EXPLOSIVE DIARRHEA pls

EYE. STAN pls not this question

KYLE DON'T FEED THIS IDEA NGJKSNGSLGD

EPISODE 7:

kenny in his zombie era

OMG STAN AS RAGGEDY ANNE OMG

omg wendy as chewbacca

not wendy roasting stan pls they're chaotic

common cartman L with his costume

kenny falling to pieces fdsjngnsdkgjks

kyle being the solar system HOW WHOLESOME

wenSLAY AS THE WINNER AS SHE SHOULD

NOT THEM ALL SHAMING STAN

stendy's first fight :((((((((

CLYDE DON'T EAT BEBE

stan eating cartman up that's my fucking son

wendy being a good samaritan

shit stendy fight part two

NO WENDY GETS ZOMBIEFIED FJNDKJNFSDKNSK

is this a reference to the triple K ??? wtf this is fucked

chef W this ep pls kick cartman's ass

candy >>>>> everything else

period Michael Jackson ref

NO DON'T KILL WENDY STANLEY FUCKING DON'T YOU LOVE HER

"don't worry babe, everything is gonna be okay" KILL ME SJKBGJBKGSBK THEY ARE SO CUTE

stan this does not excuse u for wanting wendy to die tho... not proud of u

EPISODE 8:

omg I saw a bit of this on tiktok too

tHE AMOUNT OF CHESSY POOFS RELAX

kyle smelling kenny jbwejgbjkgbjkg please

wendy <3 my angel baby cake eat cartman up

the fuck did I just watch... whack ass turkeys

starvin' marvin ??? tf

'bad starvin' marvin THAT'S A BAD STARVIN' MARVIN'

OMG NOT THEM GRABBING CARTMAN DSBSDGBKJGDSBDSBK so slay marvin so slay

cartman finding the motherload of snacks alr I'll give the W

kenny doesn't deserve this shit save my mf son

EPISODE 9:

omg is this a CHRISTMAS SPECIAL?!?!??!?! OMG SO CUTE

stan IN HIS NARRATOR ARC

WENDY AS VIRGIN MARY BNJFJKFDNJDNJ I'M DEAD

KYLE DOING THE DAMN THING

KENNY THE ANGEL <33333333

omg stan and wendy catching snowflakes on their tongues :')))))) that's wholesome as FUCK

kyle's musical number !!!!!! where's the album sir ??? the vocals are FIRE

NO NOT IKE ON FIRE

MR.HANKEY IS A PIECE OF LITERAL SHIT....

CARTMAN FINDING A VIBRATOR... PLS

this is where ‘Kyle’s mom’s a bitch’ originates ?? not gonna lie cartman ate that tbh

MR MACKEY <3 m’kay man reigns supreme

not y’all setting up Kenny :/

oh he’s okay thank god

KENNY SPINNING AT THE BEGINNING OF THE PLAY DFNJNJDVFKVDJFKNKNJ HE IS BABIE

stendy in three frames it must be so

something…feels…unfinished…. Y’all rly gonna kill my son before the end of the episode FUCK YALL FR

I manifested Kenny not dying period

EPISODE 10:

it’s cartman’s bday ok this is gonna be FUCKING WHACK

Damien a spawn of Satan fr

Kenny the platypus ! <3

not satan being real :/

Mr mackey slayage AGAIN <3

common cartman L DON'T TOUCH MY SON KYLE JSJKGKJBKJSG

EPISODE 11:

god my throat hurts so bad KMS

STENDY INTERACTION I'M WINNING

wendy being wholesome and cartman being an ass... weird dunk

stan at least being supportive

OMG WAIT THIS IS THE EP WHERE WENDY IS IN HER PSYCHO ERA BC STAN IS A SIMP :'(

omg the main four are in their simp era

NOT STAN PUKING THE BETRAYAL

wendy :((((( stan is DELUSIONAL DW DW

stanley u SHUT UR DAMN MOUTH

wendy being sad is NOT MY FAVE

I love wendy in her jealous era flame this bitch

NO NOT THE STENDY FLASHBACKS GDJBBJKHDGBJKGDBJKDHBJK KMS

wait they are all of him vomiting LMAOOOOO

Wendy crying is my weakness

GOD DAMN IT i knew SHE WOULD ASK STAN TO DO SOMETHING FOR HER FUCKING BITCHHHH

“DON’T FUCK WITH ME.” WENSLAY AS USUAL. When is she not an icon

Gives miss Ellen a dead animal i love her so much

Jesus Stan being an idiot >:( i love my son but he’s stupid

OMG WENDY IS SO TRUE FOR HER

WAIT MISS ELLEN IS A LESBIAN OKAY A SLAY

Stan…. Ur not a lesbian pls

The BIRKENSTOCKS NDFSNKSFK

Mr.garrison got RIZZ

Bebe & Wendy my fave duo they besties for the resties

WENDY IN HER SANDRA DEE ARC I REPEAT WENDY IS IN HER SANDRA DEE ARC

I am obsessed w this omg

NO NOT MISS ELLEN COMING IN THE SAME OUTFIT this is CRUEL

Bro miss Ellen on my hit list she rizzing up my son and ruining my ship FUCK AWF

Um ???? WE JUST NOT GONNA TALK ABT WENDY’S GMA UNALIVING???? SO TRAUMATIZING FOR LIL WENDY

NO WENDY DON’T GIVE UPPPP

Wendy STOP IT I’M SOBBING i love how selfless she is but it’s also a con

???? NOT THE IRAQI AFTER MISS ELLEN

Stendy reigns again period

WENDY AND BEBE SLAYED

Aw my psycho children i love them <3

EPISODE 12:

KYLE GETTING THE CLOUT as he should <3

Barbra get ur hands off Kyle and don’t yell at stan >:(

Not cartman breaking into kyle’s house ur weird

Lol them just hanging there… weird

The Japanese i love it

Barbra destroying the town ew

Literally wtf is this ep

I’m very lost

Ike AT THE END FDDJJCNDJDJ

EPISODE 13?:

CARTMAN’S TEA PARTY ok this is wholesome

Cartman just wants to know who his dad is aw :’( big relate

My fave kids putting their video of cartman on AFV sjdsncdj

GO KART KENNY :’(

WAIT ONLY THIRTEEN EPS? WERK IG

I made it boys woo thanks for reading this far have a cookie

#faves: south park #viv watches #otp: i cant do it alone #first season a 7/10 i would say #South Park #anyways S2 S2

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serenity-songbird · 2 years

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Hiii I love your stuff sm <3

How about Kyle crushing on a classmate whos known as some badass, intimidating biker type reader that most people are afraid of- when really they’re actually a very warm and sweet person when you speak to them. Kyle maybe was sort of terrified of them before but once he spoke to them for the first time he ended up feeling all fuzzy by just how sweet and charismatic they actually are. Maybe they get to do a project together and Kyle gets to ride their super cool motorcycle with them back to their house too >:D i love the idea of Kyle just being absolutely whipped over some person who most people would assume be a bully to someone like him.

(Imagine the gif below being switched with you driving and Kyle holding you.)

Kyle was utterly and completely whipped for you.

I mean this man was the definition of a simp.

Is your locker stuck again?

Oh, let me get that for you.

Dropped your brownie on the floor?

Here have mine.

It didn't matter if his friends called him crazy.

Who cares if everyone else is afraid of you?

You were absolutely perfect.

He, like most others, used to be terrified of you at first. The rumors that spread were not too friendly. So most people actively tried to avoid you.

It wasn't until one fateful day that he saw you for who you really were.

That day he was picking up Ike from the park. Without warning some drunk asshole swooped in and hit him with his bicycle. You think drinking and driving is bad, imagine drinking and bicycling. Dude was all over the place...

It was almost a hit and run. However, you came speeding over on your motorcycle and tackled the guy to the ground. You tied him to a tree so he wouldn't get away. Then you immediately sprinted to him and nursed him until the ambulance arrived.

You were so...caring and sweet. You used your first aid kit to wrap up his wounds and distracted him through the pain. It was in the moment where he saw you in a different light.

He was hospitalized for 3 days and you came to visit to check in on him. You brought him flowers and some sweets from a bakery out of town. You two chatted and got to know each other.

His parents were so grateful that you were there and they loved you. You and Ike got along well and he adored you, always asking you to play with him.

Ever since then, he's been falling for you harder everyday.

When Mr. Garrison paired you too for a slideshow project, Kyle was thanking the heavens.

The project was due in two weeks. That was plenty of time to build up to asking you out.

Due to school and your work, you hadn't been able to hang out for long.

So he'd even make the project last longer by taking his sweet, sweet time.

He approached you at your desk as you were packing up your stuff.

"Hey, (Y/N). For the project why don't we do it at my house? We just got a brand new computer and desk that will be perfect for our project."

"Yeah, sure. That'll work. You can ride with me on my bike." You stood up and smiled at him.

"You mean on your motorcycle?" Kyle's heart was pounding against his ribcage.

"Yeah. Is that a problem?"

"N-no! That actually sounds really cool! I'll met you by the flagpole after school?"

"Sounds like a plan." You smiled at him with your pearly whites, before leaving the classroom.

He stood there with his face super red and excitement. He was caught in a daydream about you and all the things he wanted to say.

A hand flew in front of his face to catch his attention.

"H-huh? What?" He turned to see Stan.

"Dude, I've been trying to get your attention for the past 2 minutes. You were still as a statue. (Y/N) didn't threaten you or anything, did they?"

"Yeah. They're probably pissed at having to get stuck with a Jewish partner. I hope they tear you a new one. We all know they will definitely kick your ass." Cartman laughed.

"Shut the fuck up, fatass!!! (Y/N) is not like that. They're not like you who bullies everyone they see. You don't know anything." Kyle was seething. How dare he talk about you like that.

"Whoa dude. Chill." Stan had to calm him down. "Why are you so defensive over them?"

"Because he totally wants to fuck them. Dude, you're whipped for them." Kenny muffled through his parka with a knowing smirk.

Kyle's face was even redder than before and he had to hid his face under his hat.

"No way Kyle would ne-" Stan went to Kyle's defense before looking at his flustered friend. "Holly shit you are crushing on them."

"Hahaha!!! Oh, that's rich!" Cartman wiped a tear from his eye. "(Y/N) would never go for some Jewish nerd like you. Ahahaha!!!"

"Shut your fucking mouth!!! Just wait and see. I'll woo (Y/N) and they will totally fall for me!!! Just watch me!!!"

Kyle stormed out of the classroom with his confidence wavering...Could he really get you to like him? Maybe Cartman was right...You'd never fall for someone like him...

As the last school bell rang, teenagers rushed out of the jailhouse to finally go home and relax. Kyle was leaning on the flagpole waiting for you. He was trying to give himself a pep talk. So far it wasn't working...

"Hey Ky! You ready to go?" Kyle flinched back as you startled him and blushed at your sudden nickname for him. "Sorry! Didn't mean to startle you!" You gave him a side smile.

"I-It's fine. Y-yeah, I'm ready! Let's go!"

"Cool. Follow me." He trailed after you to the school parking lot and watched you hop on your bike. You put on your (F/C) helmet and you handed him a green one. "Here put this on."

"Ummm. I don't think it will fit over my hat. Can't I just ride without it?"

"Nope. Safety first. Just take off your hat and put it in your pocket. You can never be too careful on these things." You knocked on the front. "I'd rather be safe than sorry."

Kyle was hesitant and subconsciously pulled down his hat. His shame for his hair never grew out since he was a child. He didn't want you to laugh at him.

"I...I don't really like to take off my hat...I hate my hair..." He didn't mean to say it out loud and covered his mouth when he realized that he did.

You tilted your head. "What's wrong with your hair? You had to take it off when you were at the hospital, remember? I think it looks nice. You've got nice, pretty red curls." You smiled at him before gently taking off his hat. Kyle immediately attempted to cover his head. "See? You're so handsome!" You removed his hands and pointed at your side mirrors.

"H-handsome?" Kyle blushed ten shades of red at your compliment.

"Yes. Handsome. Now come on! We haven't got all day." You plopped the helmet on his head and stashed his hat in your leather jacket. "Hop on!" Kyle hesitated before nervously climbing in behind you. He didn't know where to put his hands so he clutched the seat.

You smiled gently at him. "Hold on!" You turned on the ignition and sped off. In his surprise, Kyle ended up wrapping his arms around your waist to steady himself.

"A-ah!!! Sorry!!!" After realizing how he was holding you, his first reaction was to let go. You quickly pulled his arms back around you.

"Don't apologize!!! It's fine!!!" You reassured him. You both had to yell over the roaring of the engine.

Since you said it was okay, he didn't pull away. Instead, he decided to enjoy the moment. The way the wind blew through his hair felt nice. He glanced up at you and his heart melted. You looked so cool and were so beautiful/handsome. He was falling so in love with you.

He had instinctively lay his head on your back and held you close. You had a nice smell and the sounds of the bike were relaxing to him. He was so into the moment that he didn't notice you had already parked in his driveway.

"Hey Kyle."

"Hmmm?"

"We're here. You can let go now." You giggled.

Out of embarrassment, he practically jumped off the bike. "S-sorry!!! I didn't mean to-I was just-Shit...I'm so sorry!!!" He was flustered.

After turning off the bike, you (attractively) pulled off your helmet and smirked at him knowingly.

"It's fine, dude. I don't mind. You don't have to be embarrassed." You threw his hat to him. "Come on. Just put your helmet next to mine and let's get inside. I've already got tons of ideas on what our project could be about! Hope you have snacks!!!" You practically ran inside his house, probably to find food.

He slapped himself in his cheeks to pull himself together.

You were just too cute.

When he went inside and saw you playing with Ike, he knew he was doomed...

The past two weeks went by in a blur. He had learned more about you than he did before. You were just the sweetest thing and he had fallen hard. It was always so thrilling riding on your motorcycle. He always took the opportunity to hold you. He totally didn't smell your scent or anything...That would be weird...

Today was the last day to work on the slideshow. It was due tomorrow and he was sure you'd both get an A+.

Today was the day he was going to tell you his feelings.

It was easier said than done. T_T

Everytime he had tried to bring it up, he'd wither get inturrupted by his family or too nervous to say it and changed the subject. Now it was too late as the project was finished and you were heading home.

He sulked as he walked you to your motorcycle.

This is it.

Just say it, you idiot!

Don't just stand there!

"H-hey...(Y-Y/N)?"

"Yes, Kyle." You were putting on your gloves and getting ready to put on your helmet.

"C-can I ask you something?" He mentally cursed himself for stuttering.

"Sure, shoot."

"D-do you w-want to- what I'm trying to say is, uhm...If you want to-C-can we-" he face palmed in frustration. "Shit. W-wait- I need to say it. W-will you-"

"Go on a date with you?" You cut in. He blushed.

"Y-yeah..."

"I'd love to! What took you so long to ask?"

"W-wait really?!" He brightened up.

"Of course!"

"G-Great!!! M-maybe we could-"

"Go out for dinner?" You finished for him.

"S-sure and m-maybe after-"

"See a movie? Why I'd love to!" You took his hands in yours and smiled at him.

"Y-yeah that sounds g-good." You were too much for this boy's heart. He could barely get a sentence out. And with your hands now intertwined, his face was burning red as his heart hammered in his chest.

He couldn't Express how happy he was that you wanted to go on a date with him.

"Then it's settled! How about Saturday night?" You were beaming up at him.

"Yeah! T-That'll w-work." Damn it, Kyle!!! Stop stuttering and be normal!!!

"Wonderful! I'll see you then. Oh and Kyle?"

"Y-yeah?"

"You don't have to be so nervous anymore. Because I really like you too." You pulled him into a kiss.

The moment your lips touched his, he kissed you back with eagerness. He ran one hand through your hair and the other wrapped around your waist to pull you closer.

It was absolute bliss.

When you pulled away, he had a goofy smile and hearts in his eyes.

"See you tomorrow, my dear boyfriend."

"See you tomorrow, (Y/N)." You giggled at his blissful state before riding off.

It was after you left that your words registered in his mind.

Did you just call him your boyfriend?

Holy shit you did!!!

"She called me her boyfriend!!! I've got a date!!! She actually likes me!!!" He danced around in the yard in pure ecstacy. He did not care if the neighbors looked at him funny. He was just so happy.

"Suck on that Cartman!!! She did fall for me!!!"

He was going to show you the best date ever!!!

~Fin~

#south park x reader #south park #sp style #stan marsh #eric cartman #kenny mccormick #kyle x reader #kyle broflovski

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agirlcandream84 · 2 years

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A Debt Unpaid: Part 4

Part One, Part Two Part Three

We/re back and I really really really like this one. Hope you do too. I’m truly a simp for protective Tommy. SAVE ME TOMMY.

Summary: Your work with the Shelbys becomes invigorating and complicated.

Tommy Shelby x Y/N (Reader)

Word Count: 2,457

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, mentions of violence/death, recall of SA, smut

Tag list: @datewithgianni @captivatedbycillianmurphy @ng4b20 @tommydoesntpayforsuits @batty-the-redplicant

(gif not my own, credit to creator)

“No, absolutely not,” he says immediately, shaking his head. You can see his mind calculating something but you don’t know what.

“Mr. Shelby, please, I’m coming to you with few options,” you plead earnestly. You felt you belonged here, at The Garrison, amongst the Shelbys. The thought had been gnawing at you for weeks since Tommy had forgiven your debt. “I’ve been let go and I don’t have the means to keep myself afloat for long. My options are limited, paid housekeeping work is hard to come by-- people are down on their luck.”

“I won’t hear it. i’ve told you your debt is clear,” he says dismissively. You grew panicked-- there was no Plan B. Paid work was hard enough in Small Heath, let alone as woman. You knew you could be an asset to The Shelbys if you were given a chance-- you didn’t expect Tommy to decline so fervently.

“Mr. Shelby I am begging,” you say softy. As you say the words you walk around the desk and get on your knees in supplication. “Please Mr. Shelby.”

“Fucking Christ,” he exhales, swiping his hand down his face. You see his features start to soften and the set of jaw resolve. “Up love, eh?” he says with softness, hooking his hands under each of your elbows and guiding you back to your feet. He pulls out a cigarette and swipes it across his lips, lighting it and taking a deep inhale. “No more runs. None,” he says definitively.

“No of course not,” you rush to agree. You felt hope bubble in your chest.

“You’ll work here at The Garrison-- at the bar, where I can see. John will will escort home in the evenings after closing,” he says, adding the last bit more to himself than to you.

“Yes absolutely, I understand Mr. Shelby. I can’t thank you enough. You have no idea what this means to me. And my family,” you say graciously.

“Alright. Shift starts at 6pm.” he says pointedly.

......

The first 3 weeks at The Garrison were some of the most energizing of your life-- almost as though your life needed to be flipped on it’s head and was finally righted. You were busy and useful and eager. Polly took a liking to you, a tough alliance to land even in the best of times, but she saw herself in you. For the first time in ages, you felt hopeful.

And then there was Tommy. He was an enigma that you failed to crack. A boss, yes, but you felt something more, an undefinable chemistry that seemed to zap between you. While he was only icy coolness with everyone else, you felt his warmth-- or perhaps you just found the warmth below the surface easier than others. It felt like magnets sometimes - pole to pole it felt impossible to fight the tug between you-- move an inch and you’re propelled into his orbit. But he managed to feel distant, out of reach as though by design. You ruminated on your connection to Tommy as you showed up to the The Garrison one evening.

“Hi Pol,” you said as you made your way to the other side of the bar. You wrapped an apron around your waist and tucked a towel in the waistline. The bar needed a cleaning and clean pint glasses were low. After giving the bar a thorough wipe-down you head to the store room for clean pint glasses. You hoist a tray of clean glasses, struggling to hold when you feel a hand on the small of your back.

“I’ve got it, eh?” says Tommy as he grabs the tray. There he was again, your orbits colliding when you needed him.

“Thank you Mr. Shelby,” you say holding the door open for him. He places the tray on the bar-top and you begin putting them away. The next few hours pass in a blur. The Garrison was busy and jovial tonight and the energy was invigorating. As usual Tommy was tucked in his back office, the door opened a crack with a line of sight to the bar. You popped in occasionally to top his glass off, barely keeping up with the demands of customers at the bar.

As you’re rushing to clean pint glasses at the bar a patron to your right grumbles “Hey sweetheart, another pint.”

“I’ll be with you in just a moment sir,” you respond, your head still down as your scrub away feverishly at the pint glasses. Where was Harry? He should be cleaning these.

“I said, another pint,” the man slurs as he grabs your right wrist. You look up to meet his eyes, prepared to deliver an earful, when crushing, all-consuming panic hits you like a steam engine.

It was him.

You feel lifeless, as though you’re floating away from your body and above it. You’re back in the dark alley two years ago, crawling on the dirty cobblestone, elbow searing as he staggers towards you unhooking his trousers. You feel it - the soft fleshy lump being forced into you. The whisky on his breath as he huffs and attempts to feebly pump into your core. An excruciating two minutes that encoded its existence onto the whole of your life.

He sat before you with his hand like a vice on your wrist, dirt trapped under his unclipped fingernails. No recognition seemed to dawn on his face suggesting that the worst two minutes of your life were only an unforgettable moment in his. A nothing. You were desperate to feel rage at the injustice but instead you were drowning in your own body. Gulping for breath as your lungs constricted and your heart hammered, you manage to wretch your wrist free and stumble back into the spirits lining the back of the bar, sending a bottle of gin crashing to the floor.

“Y/N?” you think you hear Polly ask but the sound is muffled. You only hear the the blood coursing through your skull.

At the sound of the bottle crash, Tommy glances up from his office. He springs up from his seat, tumbling it backwards as he charges through the door and into the bar.

Into your orbit.

“MOVE!” he bellows to the patrons as he makes his way through the crowded bar. They part like the red sea as he slides over the bar top and behind the bar. You see his lips moving as he speaks to you, finding your eyes, but you only comprehend muffled murmurs, like you’re underwater. He hooks his arms under your knees and behind your back as you cling to his neck like a vice. He takes you to the office and slams the door with his foot. He seats you on the desk so that you’re eye level with him, hyperventilating as he mouthes more words you can’t hear.

In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. Your breath brings you back slowly. You sit hunched over on the desk and you feel Polly place a cool cloth on the back of your neck as she places a glass of whisky in your hand.

“Drink,” she orders. You obey, raising a trembling hand up to your mouth. Your sense return slowly. The cool wood of the desk on your legs. The cold rag pressed to your neck. The burn of the whisky down your throat. The clink of the ice cubes in your glass. Your heart still hammering in your chest. Tommy’s pacing in front of the desk as Polly hands glides slowly up and down your back.

“It was him,” you finally choke out.

“Who? The man from last month? i’ll fucking kill him,” Tommy spits. His posture is stiff and his blue eyes are sharp like a predator stalking its prey.

“No, not him. A man from a few years ago who...” the sentence hangs in the air as you choke back tears. You thought there were none left to cry, you had spent them all in the time following the attack but someone you found more.

Tommy pauses in his tracks, your meaning needing no further explanation.

“Thomas.” Polly addresses him. A look passes between them-- an unspoken word between aunt and nephew.

“Pol--” he starts but he’s cut off.

“Thomas this is not your choice,” she says with authority. Tommy nods and walks to you, restraint evident in his every movement. A calloused hand gently reaches under your chin to tilt your head upward, meeting his eyes.

“Say the word love. I will take care of this, eh?” Your breath hitches. You know his meaning.

You look to Polly and back to Tommy, a picture of yin and yang in the flesh. You nod, signing a warrant for a man’s death.

“Right,” Tommy says with a curt nod. “You listen to me, you will be safe with John. He’ll see you to my house, eh?” he says looking for your confirmation. You nod again. He gathers his overcoat and pulls on the sleeves as he opens the office door and bellows for Arthur.

You look to Polly and burst into tears once more and she gathers you to her chest and coos, “It’ll be alright. Let Tommy take care of things.”

......

You wake with a start at the sound of the door opening.

“Tommy?” you ask into the darkness.

“Aye love,” he says wearily, sitting beside you on the sofa -- the same sofa you awaited him on not a few weeks earlier when another man had a bounty on his head. Things ended differently this time. You find his eyes in the darkness seeking confirmation that he completed what he set out to do.

He nods his head. “It’s done.”

You crumble into yourself, releasing a sigh that had felt bottled up since the first day it happened. You breathe three deep shaky breaths, like adjusting to a new atmosphere.

“Tommy I - “ you start but don’t know how to proceed. You don’t know whether to thank him or apologize. To beg for forgiveness or ask what you owe him. To scream or laugh.

“We’ll never speak of it again. It never happened.” he assures you, acknowledging the complicated guilt and relief swirling in your stomach. He stands to fix himself a drink, the clink of glasses emanating from the small kitchen. “Whisky?” he asks, gesturing with the bottle in mid-air.

Like the strike of a match you can’t handle another moment-- you stand swiftly from the sofa and walk determinedly to Tommy, knocking over a small kitchen chair and crashing your lips into his. The Whisky bottle tumbles to the table as Tommy’s broad hand wraps around your waist and he presses his body tightly into yours, immediately responding in kind.

Like two poles-- North and South, propelled by chemistry.

His other glides to the back of your head, tangled in your mess of hair, as his tongue enters your mouth and hungrily devours yours. “Tommy” you moan softly, nearly lifted to your toes by the strength of him. He swivels on his foot and you’re backed into the counter, the kettle rattling with the force. He presses his form against you, his leg parting your legs as you stand straddled on him. He uses the hand on your waist to pull you closer, guiding your core along his thigh while his tongue keeps its work in your mouth. He feels you melt against him at the sensation and hooks both hands under your thighs, wrapping your legs around him as he walks you to the bed.

He lays you down on the bed and guides your dress over your head and unhooks your bra swiftly, leaving you in your garters, stockings and panties. He runs his hands up the length of you, starting on your calves and up the curve of your hips, his hands stopping to roam over your breasts, and then through your hair. He unhooks his trousers and frees his cock, thick and ram-rod straight as he positions himself between your legs and leans to kiss you deeply again.

“Fuck you’re as gorgeous as I imagined,” he huffs between kisses. He pulls your panties to the side and lines up his tip with your entrance, feeling your wetness and applying pressure to your swollen clit. You feel him enter and gasp for breath, feeling his thickness in your core, the sensitivity in your clit heightening. Pressed against you, your legs wrapped around his waist, he pumps you full of him. In. Out. In. Out. His mouth is attached to yours as you moan at the fullness.

“Fuck Y/N” he murmurs, gliding his length through your warmth. He leans upright and grabs your legs to drag your body to the edge of the bed. He stands at the foot and keeps pace, this time more forcefully, pausing at the top of each thrust to spear you deep in your belly. His hand finds your clit and starts slow circles, making a mess of your wetness. He feels your bud growing under his touch and keeps pace, occasionally flicking and returning to circles as he watches the color in your cheeks grow.

“Tommy please,” you beg for the orgasm just on the edge. “Don’t stop.” He obeys and increases his speed and using more force with each thrust. You feel the build, reaching a delicate precipice that leaves you breathless at his hand. Your euphoria explodes through as you whimper his name, quaking as his cock keeps you full. Through your shaking he lifts you from the bed and seats you on his lap, pulling you face to face as he supports your form. You roll your hips into his lap, hungry for more of him as you hear his breathing quicken in your ear. “Come Tommy,” you beg him, your movements turning frantic.

“Fuck” he huffs as you feel him unload into you, the twitch of his cock tightening your core. You drape your arms around his shoulders as you feel another orgasm roll through you, bucking your hips onto his shaft as it finishes unloading in you.

You stay seated on his lap, his cocked still seated firmly in your pink walls as he cradles your face and kisses you deeply. Your mouth, your cheeks, your nose, your jaw. You both breathe heavily as he gently rolls you to your back and slides his cock out of you, his warm seed still inside. He grabs a small cloth and gingerly opens your legs to wipe you clean, gently swiping your wetness. He hands you a glass of water and pulls the bedsheets up to your waist and collecting his glass of undrunk whisky, climbing back in bed beside you. You roll to face him and he cups your jaw, his thumb stroking your jaw while your head lay on his chest.

“Tommy” your murmur as you fall into a deep sleep you hadn’t known in years.

#tommy shelby x you #tommy shelby #tommy shelby x y/n #tommy shelby x reader #peaky blinders #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders fandom

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cluelesslesbian · 3 years

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• lance choses his room first because he's pretty overwhelmed by the whole situation

• one minute he's seeing what pidge is up to with hunk back at the garrison

• the next, he's flying in a mechanical blue lion, meeting alteans in some castle on another planet

• he needed some alone time to think things over

• him, hunk, pidge, shiro and ugh- mullet head, are supposed to become the paladins of voltron?

• it was a lot to take in

• when could he see his family?

• would they possibly take a pit stop to earth?

• his family doesn't have a clue on where he is

• keith is following not far behind and notices which bedroom lance chooses

• he looks around the hall as if someone would be there to judge his decision

• and chooses the room right beside lance's

• not because he wanted some excuse to be near lance of course to possibly get rid of the whole rivalry thing

• it just...happened accidentally

• he finds himself regretting his decision

• when lance finds out he's a little taken back, assuming he'd choose a room next to shiro's

• he wasn't going to admit this either because they're rivals 😤

• but he was a bit happy to have keith's room near his

• and would hide how he really feels with a "god. i can't believe mr. drop out PURPOSELY choose his room next to mine just to bug the shit out of me, smh."

• keith's response to that would be something like: "ha...yeah, cause i hate you. a lot. there's no other reason why i choose that room. nope. not at all."

• lance gets obnoxious by blasting music in his bedroom purposely during random times of the day, singing along with the songs

• keith either kicks the wall (which does nothing)

• or comes in the room with his knife held up high

• because of their rooms being together, they're told to wake each other up

• keith ends up having to wake up lance more other than vice versa

• he walks into the room, awkwardly standing there and just kind of staring before actually attempting to wake him up

• he slides lance's headphones down gently and nudges his shoulder

• lance only mumbles, reaching out to grab keith's arm

• keith has a small gay panic and ends up yelling his name, yanking his arm away

• which freaks the fuck out of lance

• he doesn't shut up about how keith "aggressively woke me up like the castle was on fire! i thought getting older meant i wouldn't get crazy wake up calls like the one's my siblings would do."

• the rare and i mean rare times when lance wakes keith up

• lance will barley touch keith's shoulder and he jolts awake, grabbing his knife from under the pillow

• some nights when keith wakes up, due to a nightmare, he hears the gentle yet muffled from a guitar coming from lance's room

• sometimes he'll even hear him singing softly

• it soothes keith, making it easier for him to fall back asleep

• one time keith accidentally walks in on lance playing the guitar during the day

• he sorta freezes up but relaxes his shoulders after a moment

• they just sort of stare at each other in awkward silence

• keith: you know- i've heard you play before- not to sound creepy or anything...and uh, you're pretty good

lance: really? thanks man. playing usually helps me cope when i'm down in the dumps and has just become a hobby of mine

• then lance gives keith the softest smile ever that makes keith's heart pump as if he'd just ran laps around the castle

• he makes up a lame excuse to leave

• lance frowns at his sudden excuse and assumes he'd said the wrong things and starts apologizing

• keith waves him off, apologizing himself, telling lance he wouldn't mind hearing him play some more

• so lance offers he sits across from him as he played

• lance explains the song he's playing was his mothers favorite song, singing the lyrics in spanish

• keith had no idea what he was saying, but that didn't matter

• what mattered was the joy displayed on his face as he sung, confidence shining through his eyes

• at this moment keith had come to realize that his crush he had on lance might be something more

this one went from klance having rooms next to each other to keith pinning over lance playing the guitar- whoops

— 🌙 moon anon

YESYESYES

I cannot believe we have no context for how the paladins chose their rooms?? Like ajdkfl WHAT YOU WROTE IS SO GOOD- the creators couldve totally shown us how the paladins would cope after tough battles by showing us a scene like that???

aaaanyways now for my screeching

I LOVE the langst. like srsly.

Lance would totally feel comfortable with Keith's room next to his- BECAUSE Keith doesn't remember know him as well as the Garrison Duo

Like hear me out,, it's so much easier to let yourself feel sad when you know you don't have to worry about?? making others feel responsible for it????

So Hunk and Pidge would only make him bottle up his feelings more,

Hunk especially would feel bad about Lance feeling bad which would make Lance feel bad and itll just spiral right there

and Shiro is his HERO- absolutely no way Lance wants to show "weakness" around him (very unhealthy mindset btw! feelings ain't bad to have, but I get idk wanting to pretend youre invincible to look good in front of people u admire :/ )

But Keith???? yeah. he'll work....

idk maybe I'm projecting too much with that^ one ahdjfk MOVING ON

awkward keith checking to make sure no one is gathering evidence that he's a simp??? hilarious and completely logical bc pidge and shiro would DRAG HIS ASS if they found out 😂

KEITH PULLING OUT THE KNIFE EVERY CHANCE HE GETS- LIKE THE DRAMATIC KING HE IS??? *CHEF'S KISS*

klance x music! klance x music! klance x music!!!

like that whole last scene was so soft I'm in love with it 🥺❤

PINING KEITH!!! BUT AFTER GETTING TO KNOW LANCE again?? AND LIKE NOT NECESSARILY AWAY??? TOP NOTCH

@lesbianklance come get yall juice

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royalbluehues · 3 years

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Unholy Reverence.

Title: Unholy Reverence.

Author: royalbluehues

Warnings: I am aware of the severity of practicing divination. Though it is implicated that MC does dirty business, please don’t be like MC- and “Ever mind the Rule of Three, three times what thou givest returns to thee...”

Pairings: Thomas Shelby x Reader

Author’s Note: I’m simping for too many men rn. Just a drabble I had in my drafts. It doesn’t really have a plot. Just a scene I envisioned in my head. Maybe a part 2? Idk.

He pulled a match from the small box, then quickly swiped it along the striker on it’s side.

The wooden match burst to life, illuminating his face all the while elongating the shadows of his lashes and dramatizing the angles of his cheekbones. He cups his hand around the flame, bringing it to the cigarette dangling from his lips before extinguishing it in two hard shakes.

The smell of the extinguished flame reaches your nose, reminding you of your girlhood days in school, lighting candles with wooden taper sticks on candle altars in veneration to St. Martin of Tours or the statue of the Virgin Mary in the small Church.

You remember the feeling of humid heat as you did in the small room so many years ago, remember the numerous candles that casted off a dark orange hue of the darken bricks of the building.

You breathe in the comforting smell again, attempting to compose yourself- to rid the stiff posture held in your shoulders and ramrod-straight spine, your left hand gently tapping the bottom rounded edge of the Waterford crystal glass against his desk.

He shifted more comfortably in his leather seat, cocking his head lazily to the side. He studied you, and you hardly knew whether his gaze was of subconscious scrutiny or intentional criticism.

Never had you met a man with such an intensity to his gaze that it left you squirming in your own seat out of nervousness and self consciousness.

You had met plenty of men that have attempted a false show of manliness, you had met men that have actually had it.

But Thomas Shelby’s presence was something else entirely you decided: a suffocating energy of authority and dominance, stoicism and an unsympathetic nature.

And now, with his ice blue eyes studying you, you felt the energy in the room bearing down upon you tenfold.

He languidly lifts the cigarette to his lips, taking a slow drag as he watches you, analyzes you. Your eyes flicker to the end that strokes small embers to life when he inhales, then quickly locking your gaze once more with his behind a curtain of whirling smoke, trying your damnedest to exhibit a similar degree of nonchalance- though, you were positive you failed immensely.

The silence drags on, and your free hand fidgets with the material of your skirt, plucking and rubbing the fabric that covers your knee.

“Mr. Shelby,” You say, your voice sounding much stronger than you anticipated, “With all due respect, I truly don’t have the time to be sitting here all day. I’ve got to get back to the shop.”

Your heart picks up at a faster pace, and you feel the pressure of anxiety on the back of your neck heighten when he doesn’t respond right away.

You have to dig your nails into the skin of your knee to keep you from scurrying under his calculating eyes.

He plucks the cigarette from his lips, exhaling tendrils of smoke once more. Finally, he speaks.

“They say you’re a witch.”

You're dumbfounded at his words, mouth agape as you watch him move his gaze to his cig. You can’t help the feeling of annoyance bubble within you. You bite your tongue to keep the snide remarks you want to throw his way.

Your tense posture softens, and you let out a small, nervous scoff, “Such a ruckus to ask me such a ridiculous question?”

Once again, his steely eyes land on you, and your mouth clamps shut, posture returning to its previous state.

His eyes bore into yours, the silent command behind his eyes making you fidget once more.

You breathe in sharply, letting go of the crystal in your hand containing your untouched whiskey, and setting it on the desk.

“I’m not a witch,” you say, though it comes out snippy, “they’re just rumors those stupid crones spread because they’ve nothing better to do with their time.”

The cigarette hadn't even made it halfway before he snubbed it against the side of the small glass ashtray.

The last whirls of smoke leave his mouth as he settles back into his chair. “They say you go ‘round telling fortunes-”

You narrow your eyes, “Mr. Shelby-”

He speaks over your interruption, quickly gaining control of the conversation, “-for wives of powerful political figures. That true?”

“I-” You cut off, not quite sure what to say- what were you to tell him? That you were partially a fraud?

Worse yet- would he hand you to the police?

Your heart rate soars as he continues to stare at you, feeling your face flush as you come to the conclusion that you’ve been caught red-handed. Your tongue feels leaden in your mouth, unsure of what and how to respond.

“How much do you normally charge for your services?”

Something about the way he asked the question did not bode well on you.

You don’t respond.

He studies you, then nods once. “Right, well,” He moves to stand, moving to the coat rack to retrieve yours, “You’ll be hearing from me again. Tell your boss to charge the Peaky Blinders any of the damages my boys did.”

You stand slowly, hesitantly, making your way cautiously to where he stands in an all too casual demeanor-as if the two of you were long time friends. He helps you shrug on your coat, and when you finally have it on your person, you take two large steps back and watch the odd man open the door to his study.

Thomas Shelby turns to look at you, eyes not betraying a single emotion, remaining imperturbable- no doubt the same way he came out of his mother’s womb.

You walk past him, shoulders tense and nod farewell- curt and forced, “Mr. Shelby.”

He responds to your salutations, and you take no time in leaving the Garrison, heels clicking hurriedly beneath you, feeling as a pair of eyes follow you.

Masterlist

#royalbluehues #thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby x y/n #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinder imagine

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mischiefandspirits · 5 years

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So Look out Now ‘Cause He’s Comin’ After You

Shiro's gone, leaving Keith and Adam to figure out what's next.

Part 2: Aftermath

How dare they? How dare they!?

How could they release information to the press before informing the Holts and Keith?

He was furious!

He didn’t care if they had asked the press to hold off until the families could be told. With information like that, it was going to be everywhere by the end of the night.

He hoped Sam’s wife raised hell when she and her daughter came in tomorrow to “find out.” He wished he could tell her before, but he didn’t have her contact information.

At least he could save the kid that pain.

He pressed his hand to the scanner and the door to Keith’s barrack opened. He opened his mouth as he stepped into the doorway, then paused.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he groaned, “Griffin, remove yourself from Oriol. I need him for a moment.”

Griffin leapt off Keith with a yelp. “Lt. Wr-Wrona! I -”

“Save it. I’m not in the mood for your troublemaking. Just straighten yourself out and leave before I decide to write you both up.”

“Yessir!” Griffin quickly tugged the wrinkles from his uniform jacket and fled the room.

Keith, despite being far more rumpled, didn’t even bother. Instead he crossed his arms, scowling at Adam with suspicion. “What are you doing here?”

“Considering I’m ignoring what I just walked in on, you could be a bit kinder.”

“You’ve barely spoken to me in nearly a year. I think I have a right to be suspicious.”

“Trust me, I’d love to dump this on someone else -”

“Clearly. I know they asked you to act in loco parentis while Shiro’s gone and you told them to take a hike.”

“It’s not that simp-” Adam sighed and came into the room, shutting the door behind him. “Look, I’m not here to fight. There’s something you need to know, about Takashi.”

Keith immediately sat up straight. “What’s going on? Is it about the next communication? They’re not trying to keep me out again, right? Shiro made it clear -”

“It’s not that.” Adam sat next to the kid, but didn’t bother reaching out. He was well aware the kid would lash out, either because of the news he brought or because it was him. “There isn’t going to be a next communication. The Kerberos mission… It’s been lost.”

“What? How could i- How do you lo- What?” Keith stuttered in barely more than a whisper.

“There was a crash. The crew… Takashi and the others are being labeled missing, presumed dead. The crash was fatal and considering how far out Kerberos is, they can’t risk launching a retrieval mission right now.”

Keith started shaking his head. “No. No! That’s no- You’re lying! He… They… No!”

“It’s true.”

“How? How’d they crash?” Keith snarled, springing to his feet.

This was the part he’d been worried about the most. “It’s being put down to pilot error.”

Keith froze. “What?”

“Kei-”

“That’s not possible! Shiro wouldn’t make a mistake like that!” Keith exploded.

“We all make mistakes,” Adam said, keeping his tone even.

“Shiro doesn’t! Not one’s like that! He’s the best.”

“He was also only human. And a sick one at that. There was a reason Sanda and Iverson -- and I -- didn’t want him on that mission.”

“He was fine! All his sim flight scores were as high as ever and the doctors cleared him!”

“Yes, but there was no way to predict how zero-g would affect his disease at this stage.”

“So what? It must have been his fault then?” Keith snorted.

Adam shook his head. “I don’t know, Keith,” he said softly. “I’m just telling you what I found out. They haven’t told me anything. I’m not even supposed to know this much, and I’m certainly not supposed to be telling you.”

“Then why are you?”

“Because they already informed the press and if it’s not being talked about on every news station and forum long before Iverson brings you and the Holts in tomorrow I’ll join Harris for drinks.”

Keith stared him down for a moment before ducking his head. “It’s true?”

“I’m sorry.”

Keith’s fists clenched and Adam thought the kid was going to start swinging. Maybe at him, maybe at the walls, maybe he’d go running down the halls to Iverson. He also thought he might start screaming again, or maybe he’d do all of the above.

He certainly didn’t expect the kid to throw himself at Adam, clinging to his chest and burying his face into Adam’s neck as he started sobbing.

After the quick bout of shock passed, he wrapped his arms around Keith and held him close. “I’m sorry,” he repeated quietly.

Keith was fuming when Adam came into the office.

“You come to lecture me too?” he growled. With his teeth bared and the low rumble filling the air, he reminded Adam of a wild cat.

Adam ignored it. “Get up and follow me.”

Thankfully he did so without a word. At least until they reached the student barracks.

“Where are we going?” Keith asked, stopping.

“Keith, let’s not do this in the middle of the hall.”

A couple girls started whispering to each other as they stared at them and Keith’s shoulders scrunched up before he pushed ahead.

He took the lead, stomping the whole way to his barrack. He slapped his hand against the scanner, sending Adam a glare.

“Here I was thinking you got expelled,” Griffin started as soon as Keith stepped inside. “What were you thinking, attacking Iverson like that? Yeah, he probably should have had more tact than to mention Shiro in front of you, even if he was just trying to remind us to be cautious, but -”

Griffin cut off as he spotted Adam behind Keith.

He jumped to his feet and saluted. “Sorry, sir, didn’t see you.”

“At ease.” Adam held the bag he was carrying out to Keith. “Pack up your things.”

“What’s going on?” Griffin asked, relaxing slightly into attention as Keith growled again and snatched the bag away before heading over to his wardrobe.

“Keith has been expelled. And he’s lucky Iverson’s not pressing charges.”

“HE HAD IT COMING!”

“Keith, this isn’t the first time you’ve gotten physical with someone on campus,” Adam glanced at Griffin, who ducked his head, “and you had a record even before that. They have every right to expel you. You’ve proven you’re a danger to students and teachers alike.”

“I barely hit him,” Keith muttered, yanking the bag closed.

“And yet his nose is broken and his ribs are bruised.”

“Commander Iverson shouldn’t have said what he did, sir,” Griffin said, cautiously.

“No, he shouldn’t have,” Adam agreed with a glare at the wall. “And he’s facing his own trouble right now, which is the only reason he’s not pressing charges.”

“He won’t get much more than a slap on the wrist,” Keith snarled.

Adam didn’t bother to voice his agreement. “Do you have everything?”

Keith shot him a look and disappeared into the bathroom.

“Is he gonna be okay?”

Adam looked over at Griffin’s quiet words.

“I just -- I mean, I know that Lt. Shirogane -- that he doesn’t have anywhere…” he trailed off with a shrug, not meeting Adam’s eyes.

“It’s been taken care of. He’ll be fine for now. As for the future, that’s up to him.”

Griffin nodded and went back to his bed, picking up the tablet he had been working on.

When Keith came out with his bag of toiletries, Adam grabbed the duffel bag and left. Keith followed after sharing a few mumbled words with Griffin. Adam led him out to the parking area and Keith’s eyes darted over to the civilian lot.

Frowning, Keith asked, “Moira isn’t here?”

“Moira?”

“My social worker. Montgomery said she was coming to pick me up. I thought you brought me out here because she was here.”

“She was,” Adam said, setting his hand on Keith’s shoulder and leading him towards the personnel lot. “I -”

“What? You offered to personally escort me to the home. Thanks, but I think I’d rather walk.”

“You’re not going to the home.”

Keith gave him a suspicious glare. “What do you mean?”

Adam unlocked his car and opened the passenger door. He set the bag inside then gestured the kid in. When Keith just crossed his arms, he sighed and leaned back against the car. “I talked to Mrs. Faulkner and she agreed to help me get custody of you.”

Keith’s jaw dropped. “You -” His eyes narrowed and he stepped back. “Why would you do that?”

“Takashi promised that you wouldn’t have to go back to the home. The least I can do to honor his memory is keep that promise.”

“No, the least you can do is stay out of it, like you’ve been doing.”

Adam nodded. “I know I’ve been… okay, distant would be an understatement.”

Keith snorted.

“It shouldn’t have taken… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to completely push you away after the break up, but I did.”

“So this is just to make you feel better about yourself then,” Keith huffed and Adam grabbed his arm before he could march off.

“It’s about making it up to you,” he said softly. “I shouldn’t have let what was going on between Takashi and I affect our relationship. Especially when he left. I wasn’t there for you then, but I will be now. I owe it to both you and him.”

Keith’s scowl relaxed and Adam took that as his cue to pull the boy closer.

“Look, I understand if you don’t want to stay with me. If it’s what you really want, I’ll take you straight to the home right now.”

Keith stared at the ground for a moment before pulling his arm free and getting into the car.

Adam sighed, but otherwise stayed quiet as he walked around to the driver’s side.

“Where are we even going?” Keith asked once they’d made it past the Garrison’s walls. “You’re apartment is on base.”

Adam didn’t realize he’d been sitting stiffly in his seat until he relaxed at Keith’s words. “It is. But you’re not exactly allowed to stay on the premises since you’re no longer a student. Takashi got away with it before because we had the room and you were about to start at the Garrison. I’ve filled out the paperwork for off-base housing, I was just waiting for your decision to put it in. We’ll only need a two bedroom apartment so it won’t take more than a few days. Until then, we’ll stay at a hotel.”

Keith nodded and slouched down in his seat.

Adam glared into the empty room as his phone buzzed in his ear.

“Adam?”

“Where are you?”

“At home.”

“I must have walked into the wrong apartment then because I don’t see you anywhere,” Adam snorted, shutting Keith’s door.

A series of Hindi curses came from the phone. “You weren’t supposed to be back until late.”

“The meeting was cancelled. Now where are you?”

“I, uh… I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

“I didn’t have any schoolwork to do today so I went for a walk and…”

“You got lost.”

“Kind of,” Keith said slowly.

See Takashi, this is what happens when you let him grow up in the middle of a desert. No city survival skills. “Alright, can you see any landmarks?”

“Landmarks?”

Adam grabbed his keys off the kitchen counter and headed towards the front door. “You know, street signs? Businesses? Maybe even somewhere you could go into to get an address?”

“No.”

“There’s no landmarks around you at all.”

“… There’s a big rock. And a cliff. I think I saw a coyote den a short ways back.”

Adam paused, rubbed his forehead, took a deep breath, then continued on his way to his car. “Keith, are you in the middle of the desert?”

“… I think I can see an eagle’s nest up on the cliff.”

“Where did Takashi and I go wrong with you?”

“You left when you broke up with him for wanting to go to space one last time and he went and died on me.”

Adam glared at his phone before connecting it to his car. “That was a rhetorical question, brat. Can you check the coordinates on your phone?”

“How do I do that?”

“The map app.”

“There’s a map app?” There was a few moments of static as Keith fumbled around with his phone. “Okay, it says thirty-five degrees and forty minutes north by one-thirteen degrees and 17 minutes west. You know, with this I could just -”

Adam entered the coordinates into the car’s GPS, saying, “Stay where you are. I’ll come get you. And then the two of us are going to have a long talk about wandering off out into the desert without supplies.”

“Great.”

“Keith -”

“I brought supplies this time!”

“What are you even doing out there?” Adam asked, glancing between the homemade ice tea he should be drinking and the can of soda he wanted to drink.

“I don’t know. I just feel like something’s… calling out to me. Does that sound crazy?”

“Very.” Adam grabbed the soda and closed the fridge. “It’s probably the grief.”

“I’m not going to a shrink.”

“It’d be good for you,” he hummed, laying down on the couch. “And not just because of whatever’s going on now. A psychiatrist could help with your anger issues and to work through the trauma from your time in foster care and losing your mom and two dads.”

“He wasn’t my dad; I didn’t lose my mom, she left; and I’m not seeing a shrink. I tried it before, remember?”

“We’ll get a garrison approved therapist, not some quack that calls for an exorcist just because an eight-year-old growled at him,” Adam said, rolling his eyes.

“Still not going.”

“Keith, you’re hearing voices.”

“I am not! It’s not voices, just… some sort of energy.”

“Right, that’s much better,” Adam snorted.

“I’m hanging up now.”

“Are you going to need a ride or can you actually figure out your way home this time.”

“I could have figured out my way home the last seven times. I’m surprised you’re not halfway here already.”

“Iverson caught Sam’s daughter sneaking through his computer so we all had to sit through an hour long lecture on security. I’m not in the mood to chase you around the desert today. Just get back here before curfew or I’m going to start leaving you at the Garrison daycare.”

“Pretty sure they don’t take anyone my age.”

“I’ll sign you up as a volunteer. That way you’ll get a babysitter and get punished by taking care of a handful of brats. Two birds, one stone.”

“I’ll just leave as soon as your gone.”

“You’d abandon a pack of helpless children? I thought I raised you better than that!”

“I hate you.”

Adam stared at the hovercycle blankly.

“Keith, my son, I love you, but I do hope you know I’m not going to be as forgiving about Grand Theft Auto as Takashi was.”

“Not your son and I didn’t steel it,” Keith deadpanned, not bothering to pull out of the engine compartment. “Can you hand me the spanner.”

Adam looked down at the old toolbox next to Keith feet. “No.” He shrugged when Keith’s head finally appeared, only to give him a dirty look. “I’m a pilot, not an engineer. I have no idea what a spanner is.”

“Didn’t you have to take basic mechanics?” Keith snorted, digging an adjustable wrench out of the box before disappearing back into the engine compartment.

“It’s not necessary for pilots as long as their communications officer took the course. Since most of them do, I opted for the first aid course.”

“I was supposed to the basics for that next year. Shiro said it was best for pilots to know the basics of both engineering and communications.”

“Of course he did. Takashi was an overachiever,” Adam hummed. He shoved down the melancholy feeling and leaned over to peak at Keith’s work. As far as he could tell everything was in good condition, if a bit dusty. “If you didn’t steal it, then where did it come from? Because I know you didn’t buy it.”

“It was pop’s. Found it when I decided to check out our old place. I was surprised it was still there. I figured it’d be the first thing the Davidsons would have sold off.”

Adam raised an eyebrow and took a closer look at the engine. “You’re saying this thing has been sitting out there for all these years? How’d you even get it here?”

Keith shrugged. “It seems to be okay, just needs a few tune ups. And some cleaning. Pops did a lot of custom work on it. I guess he made them to last.”

Adam didn’t think that sounded right, but what did he know about hovercycles or mechanics. “Is this thing street legal?”

“Yes?” he said slowly. “I know we used to take it into town.”

“Good. Once you’ve finished up with it then we can update the registration.”

Keith looked up at him with a smirk. “Does this mean you’ll stop calling me everytime I’m out in the desert freaking out that I’m lost?”

“Nope.”

“Pidge Gunderson.”

“Here.”

Adam briefly glanced at the student that answered before turning back to the attendance sheet.

Then he looked back up.

You’ve got to be kidding me.

He finished up the attendance and set the cadets to reading before subtly pulling out his phone and sending off a quick text.

Found her. She’s fine. Talk later.

He finished up the class as normal until the bell rang.

“Gunderson, a moment?”

“Sir?” she asked as she stopped by his desk.

“Hope you don’t mind my curiosity. I know two of your team already has flight training so I was wondering why you’re in my class,” Adam said while the rest of the class filed out.

“I already have the engineering basics down. I figure physics of flight can be useful for pretty much anything.”

Adam nodded mindlessly, watching the door shut behind the last student. He turned to the girl with a raised eyebrow. “Katie, what are you doing here?”

She froze before nervously adjusting her glasses. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Adam crossed his arms. “Katie, you look exactly like Matt, between the hair and gla-” He frowned and leaned closer. “Are you wearing his glasses?”

She fidgeted with the glasses again.

Adam sighed and straightened up. “What are you doing? You do realize you’ve been banned from the premises, right?”

The girl glared at the ground, fists clenching. “I’m going to find out what happened to my family.”

“Katie -”

“I know you guys are lying about what happened. I don’t care if you kick me out or charge me with treason or whatever. I’m going to find out what happened to them.”

Adam pinched the bridge of his nose. “You’re still on this?”

“I’m never going to stop.”

What had he done to be surrounded by stubborn children?

Adam adjusted his own glasses before turning to the whiteboard. “Call your mom. She’s freaking out because you disappeared on her.”

There was a moment of quiet before Katie asked, “What?”

“She called me ear-”

“You… aren’t going to kick me out.”

“What would I need to kick you out for, Cadet Gunderson?” Adam turned to meet her eyes. “I know nothing. Call your mom and please try to keep out of jail, for her sake.”

Katie studied him for a moment before nodding. “Yessir.”

Found something. Think I’m getting closer to whatever it is I’m feeling out here.

The text came alongside a photo of a pictograph featuring a giant blue lion running amongst a herd of gazelle.

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