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[teddy06writes]

Can't Sleep?

Tommy Shelby x gn!reader

Warnings: none

Premise: One late night you wake to find your bed empty, your husband having yet another sleepless night.

{this is my first x reader fic in like two years, take it easy on me}

Cold.

That was the first thing your body seemed to register as you slowly came to. The second thing you noticed as you shifted, rolling to one side, was the missing place beside you in bed.

You let out a sigh as you reached over, hand prodding at Tommy's empty place on the mattress as if it would bring him back from wherever he had disappeared to.

It wasn't the first time you'd woken up to find your bed empty, and it probably wouldn't be the last. Sleep rarely found your husband easily, and when it did he was often plagued with nightmares, that even your soft words and gentle touches had trouble curing.

Finally, you pushed yourself up on one elbow, your free hand rubbing sleep from your eyes before looking around your shadow cast bedroom.

You found Tommy leaning in the window sill at the far end of the bedroom, staring out at the empty lawn, illuminated by the glow of the moon, and the burning end of the cigarette perched between his lips.

"Are you alright, Tommy-love?" Your words were still a bit thick with sleep.

Tommy started slightly, turning towards where you sat and reaching to tap the ash into the ashtray in the same movement, "Sorry, love. Didn't mean to wake you."

"You didn't," You yawned, sitting up properly, "Couldn't sleep?"

He shook his head, taking another drag from the cigarette.

It was rare to see him like this: strangely unguarded, his usual cold exterior gone in a way that could only happen late at night. You were one of the lucky few who had ever seen the Thomas Shelby in such a state.

You drew a blanket around your shoulders, climbing out of bed and making your way to his side, "Another nightmare?"

He didn't answer, turning his head away and taking another drag. In response you pursed your lips, reaching out to put a gentle hand on his arm, "Tommy..."

"There's too much noise in me head, love," He sniffed eventually, turning his head to look at you once more, "Swear there's Germans about to get through the wall any second. Have to keep reminding myself I'm not underground."

Silently, you snaked your arms around him, and in an instant, he melted into your touch, cigarette forgotten in the ashtray, head buried in the crook of your neck.

One hand found itself at the back of his neck, the other running up and down the expanse of his back, as you murmured, "Come back to bed, Tommy."

"I don't..." His voice trailed off, muffled by your collar.

"They won't hurt you. I'll keep them out, Tommy-love, I promise."

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[teddy06]

Randomly decided to revamp my old writing blog @teddy06writes

No pressure tagging @faerieroyal I think you might enjoy parts of it dolly :)

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[faerieroyal]

𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲’𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

i present to you all a new event to mark the revamp of my blog !! anyone can participate in this, but i would ask that you only send in one request per ask, and i am going to be limiting it to only five requests per person just so i don’t get overwhelmed. i’m also asking that you limit your requests to characters and fandoms that i write for. this event will be open from january 7th until january 12th, hope you guys have fun with it <3

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[ashbye]

🌈Hellooo everyone! I hope you're all having a great day! I got a request to do a Kili x reader with they/them pronouns. I really like this request so I'm excited to see what I can do with it! I think this is going to be my first head canon because there was a lot of little pieces to this request. If anybody wants a part 2 to any of my stories all you have to do is ask! It doesn't even have to be the original requester! This was requested by @teddy06

Request: Hello!! I saw your intro post about taking requests and I would like to request some Kili x reader, where the reader has like a bunch of random technical skills (head canons or a one shot I’m not sure) cause I just realized how many random things I’ve picked up (mostly out of nessesity), like I cook and bake pretty well, I write, I paint and draw, I’m generally crafty and build things on occasion, I’ve got a bunch of outdoor survival skills, i sew and litterally this morning I taught myself how to embroider and like my love language is acts of service and I want to see what your take on his reaction to that sort of stuff would be

If not that’s totally okay, have a great day!

Kili with a skilled reader

-You and Kili met when you were both young. You would adventure off together and learn new things.

-When you became adults and got older Kili thought he learned everything about you. He was shocked when one day you offered to make him lunch.

-You distinctly remember hearing mumble "Bloody hell here we go" after agreeing to your offer. As you were giving him his food you had a small smirk on your face. He furrowed his brows and asked "What's that smirk for?" You just hummed and went about setting up to eat.

-He took his first bite with slight apprehension. Kili froze and his eyes widened. He immediatly started scarffing down the food in front of him. The food was gone in a matter of minutes and he looked at you with amazement.

-"That was the most delicious thing I've ever eaten!" You laughed as he asked for seconds and gave him another plate.

-After that occasion Kili would continue to ask you what other things you could do. He would follow you around like an excited little puppy. Everytime you showed him a new skill of yours he looked at you with the most adoration you've ever seen a person feel.

-You and Kili were both sitting under a tree in the forest talking when you noticed you sketching away in a book he hadn't seen until now. "What are you doing?" He asked scooting closer to you. "Just drawing the scenery." You responded as he admired your work.

-As he looked up at the surrounding area he gasped, "That's amazing it looks just like the forest!" He whipped his head over to you and smiled giving a breathy chuckle. "You're absolutely amazing!"

-You blushed as he grabbed your face and kissed both of your cheeks and then your forehead. You giggled and hid your face in his shoulder then turned to continue drawing.

-Another time Kili had asked you to take a walk with him. As you were walking he went to grab a handful of berries off a bush and eat them. Just before he was able to pop one in his mouth you yelled "No don't eat those!" and whacked his hand that was holding the berries. "Why what's wrong?" He asked.

-You explained to him how the berries were poisonous and that if he ate them they would have fatal effects to his health. He stared at you in awe for a few moments. "How did you know that?" You looked at him questioningly before explaining how your parents taught you survival skills for if you ever needed them.

-Kili smiled and stepped closer to you. His hand brushed a stray hair out of your face as he gazed into your eyes. "Is there anything you can't do?" You laughed as he kissed your forehead then grabbed your hand and continued walking.

-Over the years he learned more and more about your skills such as wood working, sewing, and writing. Kili had begun to learn new things and do things for you.

-He learned how to cook simple meals and would clean the house. He also made little trinkets for you. Kili even went as far as to make an entirely new drawing book for you by hand. He had said that you do so many things for him that he wanted to return the favor. It was his favorite thing to do. It was how he showed his love.

-You didn't know he could get anymore doting. Yet here he is doing everything under the sun just to help you and show that he loves you.

-And to think this all started just because you offered to make him lunch.

🌈There you go! I hope you enjoyed! You have so many skills I didn't know if I'd be able to fit them all but I did my best! Slay to you though for having those skills! I really appreciate the request because I love Kili the little flirtatious man child. If anyone wants a part 2 to this story or anyof my other stories just feel free to ask! I love you all and have a wonderful day or night!

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[wrenhyperfixates]

Tell Me Everything

Pairing: Loki x autistic!reader Summary: When you become overwhelmed at a feast, Loki whisks you away to safety. Warnings: reader gets sensory overload A/N: Requested by @teddy06​ Since I don’t think Asgard would acknowledge autism, it isn’t actually stated in the story, but I kept it in mind from the request while writing! I did some research so I could hopefully portray it well, but if I did something wrong, let me know! Happy reading!

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Loki smiled at you from a distance as you picked flowers. You’d accompanied him to the gardens where he was sitting under a tree and reading, fascinating yourself with the countless pretty petals. He watched as a piece of pollen flew up your nose, causing you to let out a very loud, undignified sneeze. Padding down the small hill to you, Loki chuckled at how adorable you were. He magicked up a handkerchief and handed it to you. Wiping the snot, you thanked him, embarrassed.

“Are you alright, darling?” he checked, sitting next to you with a lazy grin, sun shining on his raven locks. You kept your head ducked and nodded, shoving the hanky in your pocket. “Shall I rid the garden of whatever plant has committed this heinous crime?”

Though he was joking, your eyes went wide with genuine panic. “No! This is one of my favorites. The Dahlia hortensis, otherwise just known as a dahlia. They’re a Midgardian plant, native to northern South America, Mexico and Central America. Oh! There’s all different colors, too: White, Yellow, Orange, Pink, Purple, Red. And then there’s the variety in petal edges. Long or short. Pointed or rou- Oh. I’m sorry. You didn’t ask for all that,” you finished sheepishly, ducking your head back down and ripping up some grass.

“It is quite alright,” he assured, grabbing your hand and giving a quick, firm squeeze. “In fact, I was rather enjoying it. Would you continue?”

Slowly, so he could back out if he wanted to, you picked up where you left off. Though you tried to focus just on the dahlias, you ended up mentioning at least half the garden. Moving onto some underwater plants, you somehow got onto all marine life. You hadn’t realized how long you’d been talking for nor how late it had gotten until you looked at Loki, laying next to you in the grass. He had a smile on his face, and you thought he looked a little spaced out.

“If you think it’s boring, you don’t have to listen.”

“On the contrary, I was admiring you and how much you know. Your voice sounds like poetry in the slowly setting sun. Though, I do suppose we must part soon. As much as I regret it, we have a feast to attend tonight.”

Nodding, you stood and brushed yourself off. Following suit, Loki checked if it was alright before helping you dust off the final blades still clinging to the textile of your clothes. Ever the gentleman, he walked you back to your room, only to miss you so dearly he found himself searching for you at the feast hours later.

Up until six months ago, you and your parents had lived on your estate outside of town. Having been offered a position as an advisor, your father had moved your family to the palace to join the countless other nobles. You’d managed to avoid the rowdy parts of feasts so far, but your parents had finally caught on. They didn’t think it was suitable to let you keep slipping out so early, so tonight you had to stay much later.

“Looking for your friend, brutha?” Thor slurred, already half drunk.

“Yes. They should have been here by now, and I am worried I missed them slip in.”

“Sounds like a worthy quest!”

Thor stood as if he was going to go find you, so Loki rose too, dragging the drunken thunder god back down while he was at it. “Indeed, and one I shall be going on. Stay out of trouble, brother,” he chuckled as Thor mumbled some reply in the mess of boisterous noise.

Loki weaved through the crowds in the feasting hall. He just narrowly avoided being pulled into one of Volstagg’s story; Thor’s friends loved to ask him to back up their tales of derring-do. Though, they were usually made up or hyperbolized, so they never could be sure of the answer Loki would give. Often he liked to make the tale even more wild and watch them scramble to keep their lies in order. Sometimes it made them look better, other times like fools. It didn’t really matter to Asgard so long as they kept performing well on the battlefield.

After walking nearly the whole room, Loki finally—finally!—found you. His relief was short lived as he saw you in your seat, knees pressed to your chest, hands over your ears, and eyes screwed shut.

“Darling?” he questioned, setting a hand on your back. You jump and he immediately apologizes to you, ending the contact. “Are you alright? Shall we get out of here?”

He offers his hand so you can take it if you want. You do, and he presses your now exposed ear against his chest, protecting you from the noise. Your eyes were closed again too, and he took extra care to get you out safely. Loki took you out through the door leading to the garden, letting the fresh, quiet air envelop you both.

“Are you feeling ok?”

“Nuh-uh,” you say in a mumble, shaking your head no while tears stream down your cheeks.

“Do you feel ill?” You reply the same way again, still trying to block things out despite being out of the room. Loki understood. “Alright, let us try some deep breathing, yes?”

He began to lead you in the exercise, calling when to inhale and exhale, using his softest, gentlest voice. After a few minutes, you began to squeeze your hands, then release; it helped with the tension. Loki soon stopped giving directions, seeing you had it under control and letting you calm down in your own time, but stayed there if you needed anything, fretting.

“I’m better,” you said after a bit, still breathing deeply.

“Take your time,” he assures, and you nod.

“I’m sorry. I’ve always been,” you scrunch your nose, “different. My parents said it’s time for me to stop acting like this. They think it’s for attention.”

Loki’s blood boiled. He managed to keep his voice even so not to scare you. He wanted to speak with much venom in his tone, though. “They are fools. You are more than allowed to feel how you feel and react how you react. And if it gets to be too much, darling, I vow to be there for you. I will whisk you away from every feast! I am not much a fan myself. You are different, but in the best way. Oh darling, you are truly the only one I find myself craving the company of.”

“Ok,” you replied with a scrunched face that was staring at your shoes. You felt too drained to argue. Maybe it was for the best. “If you say so.”

“Well then, would you perhaps join me for a turn about the gardens?” Loki blushed, offering his hand. “After all, you did not get to finish telling me about all the plants and such earlier, and I so would love to hear more.”

And so, with a smile just as soft and sweet and nervous as his, you took Loki’s hand and began telling him everything.

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[teddy06writes]

Lost Words

Alfie Solomons x gn!autistic!reader

Warnings: I guess the way I describe readers feelings/emotions? (all based on personal experience)

Prompt: I had a bad day at work, and this is a coping mechanism

Premise: After a long day at work stress you out to the point of shutting down, Alfie helps you calm down.

{I swear I'm gonna write hurt comfort for Alfie with the roles reversed I just need more motivation}

{also I'm thinking of doing an Alfie fic based on Much Ado About Nothing if anyones interested in that}

From where you were hiding inside your blanket cocoon, you heard the door to the house creak open, and Alfie calling to you that he was home. Cyril, who had been leaning against you, let out a whine, and shuffled to all but slide off the bed, before trotting off to greet his other owner.

You sighed, squeezing your eyes shut and trying to burrough further into the blankets. What only seemed to be a moment later, you heard Alfie entering the room, still cooing at Cyril.

"You alright my dove?" His voice was surprisingly gentle, coming from somewhere near the foot of the bed.

You couldn't find it in yourself to respond, and you heard him move closer, before he was gently pulling the comforter away from your head, humming worriedly, "Dove?"

You peeled your eyes open to find him peering down at you, concerned etched onto his face. Alfie's hand reached out to brush hair from your face, almost automatically before he caught himself, muttering, "RIght- sorry, love, sorry..."

He ran a hand over his beard, "You're havin' a quiet day then? Lost all your words cause of work, hm?"

Slowly you nodded, and he hummed again, muttering something to himself before disappearing from your field of vision. When he reappeared a moment or two later he'd stripped down to his shorts and undershirt, and began to gingerly climb into bed beside you, careful not to touch you.

"You just take your time then, love, and when you get all your words back you can tell your Alfie what's going on, yeah, dove?"

Alfie waited patiently, looking at you, not quite expectantly, but with some sort of reverence you couldn't place. Slowly, one of your hands snuck out from where it had been tucked firmly under your chin, to grab his hand where it rested on the mattress.

When you looked back up at him in aprehension, he seemed to understand, nodding, "'s alright, love."

You squeezed his hand tightly, and he squeezed back, albeit a bit more gently. It was times like this that you felt you could never truly express how grateful you were to have Alfie, who seemed to be the only person who ever truly understood you complex feelings, and never misunderstood what you meant just because you were 'wired different'.

Slowly you worked your way closer to Alfie, until he was able to wrap his arms around you, squeezing you just tightly enough to provide relief from the itch that had worked its way under your skin. You buried your face in his chest, absently running your fingers over the soft fabric of his undershirt.

"That's it love," He murmured, his chest rumbling, "You just take your time, my dove. Aflie's got ya."

Eventually, when you would find your voice returning, you would tell Alfie about your day, rambling on about the good and the bad about how it all became to much, and he would listen. But for now, you were content with laying in comfortable silence, the two of you lost in your own little world.

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[teddy06writes]

Win Win

Alfie Solomons x autistic!gn!reader

Warnings: none other than this was written on mobile

Premise: None of Alfies many, boring meetings with Tommy could ever be as important as you

{I just know this man would be the best to info dump to. Ten points to whoever gets what book reader is talking about}

{Much Ado AU is incoming, hopefully within the next week}

Alfie sat behind his desk, chin propped in his hand as you rambled on about the book you'd just finished, seemingly unaware of the meeting you had interrupted.

From where he sat on the other side of the desk, Tommy looked between the two of you; Alfie with a soft, adoring look on his face as he watched you, rocking back and forth on your heels, fingers tracing the edge of the cover of the book you carried, over and over.

Tommy signed, catching Alfie's eye and raising his eyebrows. He glanced at you, silently asking, or maybe judging.

Alfie fixed him with a death stare for a long moment, shaking his head, before his gaze shifted back to you, softening instantly.

"And then he said that he was proposing against his better judgement and-" You cut yourself off, finally seeming to notice Tommy, "Oh! Mr Shelby! I'm so sorry, I didn't realize I was interrupting..."

Tommy opened his mouth to speak, but Alfie was quicker, beckoning you closer as he spoke, "That's alright petal, we were just about done, weren't we Tommy Boy?"

At the second death glare in two minutes, Tommy sighed, starting to get up, "Right. I'll be in contact, if anything else comes up."

Alfie nodded dismissively, already focused back on you as he pulled you down into his lap, "Right, yeah, sure, bye mate."

As Tommy disappeared, you grinned down at your husband, and he chuckled, "You did that on purpose, didn't you, you cheeky thing."

"Ollie said you looked bored...." You reached forward to gently set your book on his desk.

"And you were all excited about your little story," Alfie added, gently poking at your sides.

You grinned again, taking one of his calloused hands in yours and tracing the lines of his palms gently, "It was a win win."

Alfie smiled up at you fondly, squeezing your waist with his free hand, "So, Mr what's his face proposed but he insulted her while he did it?"

"Yes! And was a huge ass about it- but he redeemed himself later- don't worry...."

You launched back into talking about the book as though you'd never been interrupted, and Alfie listened happily, occasionally asking questions that prompted another burst of excitement every time it seemed like you might stop.

With Alfie, you never had to worry about boring him, or taking up his time, anytime you wanted to talk about something you enjoyed. He was always there to listen.

#peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders x gn!reader #peaky blinders x autistic!reader #Alfie Solomons #alfie solomons x autistic!reader #alfie solomons x gn!reader #alfie solomons x reader #teddy06 writes #teddy06 #teddy 06 #teddy06writes #x autistic reader

[teddy06writes]

Interrupted Date Nights

Alfie Solomons x gn!reader

Prompt: "Will you still be here when I wake up?"

Warnings: None

Premise: Stricken with yet another migraine, your forced to take a rain check on date night. Luckily for you, Alfie doesn't mind getting the chance to take care of you.

Alfie had been busy with work at the bakery all week, but had promised to treat you to a night out come Friday. You'd been looking forward to it all week, but Friday morning had come with the same tell tale ache behind your eyes that you had been dreading.

Still, you had gone about your day as if nothing was wrong, at least, as long as you could before the ache behind your eyes had spread to a pain throughout your skull, and you were forced to finally rest.

Now, you laid in your darkened bedroom, silently hoping that the pain would disappear before your husband got home. By the time you heard the door scraping open, your pain hadn't eased in the slightest.

"Alright, love, I'm home," Alfie called as he entered the house, "You ready to go, treacle?"

When you didn't respond, you could hear him moving further into the house, searching for you. By the time he appeared in the doorway to your bedroom, seeing how the curtains had been drawn, his voice had dropped to a low whisper, "Oh, petal... are you feelin alright luv?"

You pushed yourself to sit up a bit, trying to ignore the new wave of pain that rushed to your temples, "Alf..."

"Another migraine?" He asked, quickly moving to your bedside.

You nodded slightly. Alfie frowned, before gently pushing you to lie back down properly, "Right, you don't move, treacle, an' I'll be right back, yeah?"

You grabbed at his hand as he started to pull away, "But date night..."

"Can wait until your feelin better, petal. You just relax an' let your Alfie take care of you, right, love?"

This time, he didn't give you time to protest, instead quickly disappearing out of the room. You could distantly hear him in the kitchen, trying to keep quiet as he went about making you tea.

A few minutes later he returned, balancing a glass of water, tea cup, and a small plate of plain buttered toast, setting them on your bedside table, "Didn't know if you'd eaten or taken your tablets yet..."

When you shook your head, not meeting his eye, he sighed, "Tsk, tsk. Come on then, love, have a bite and I'll get your tablets."

Obediently, you picked up a slice of toast, as his disappeared once more. Alfie returned again a moment later, pressing two of the tablets you had been prescribed for your headaches into your hand, and giving you the glass of water.

After you had finished eating, and had drank the last of your tea, Alfie made you lay back again, kicking off his boots and laying down beside you. You tucked yourself closer against him, and he began to card his fingers through your hair, massaging your scalp gently, "Rest now, treacle, Alfie's got ya."

"Will you still be here when I wake up?" You mumbled, cracking your eyes open just enough to peak up at him.

"Of course, petal, always."

#peaky blinders x reader #alfie solomons #alfie solomons x reader #alfie solomons x gn!reader #teddy06 writes #teddy06 #teddy 06 #teddy06writes

[teddy06writes]

Stubborn

Cassian Andor x gn!reader

Prompt: "The only person that gets to kill you, is me."

Warnings: non specific description of injuries

Premise: After a mission for the rebellion goes south and Cassian lands himself in the infirmary, you give him a piece of your mind. Told from Jyn's perspective.

(presumably takes place at some point after Rouge One, in an Everybody lives universe)

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It was supposed to have been a relatively routine mission. Two days at the most, including travel time; get in, get the intel, get out. That's all it was intended to be. That was until Cassian saw an opportunity to get a leg up, and Jyn had gone along, right up until that leg up turned out to be at a steeper price than they had planned.

Now, sitting in the infirmary on Yavin IV, Jyn was certainly beginning to regret it. Neither of the two were hurt badly, Jyn only sustaining a few scrapes and bruises from their quick escape, nothing a bit of bacta spray couldn't fix. Cassian had gotten the worst of it, and would be forced to take it easy for the next week or so until he had healed up enough to go back out in the field.

When the doors to the infirmary slammed open with a bang, Jyn couldn't even muster up shock. Cassian had mentioned that you would be furious at him.

"Are you kidding me? Are you an idiot Cass?" You demanded, storming past Jyn and strait to Cassian's bedside.

K-2SO lumbered along behind you, stopping beside Jyn, "To be fair, I did try to stop them."

"No you didn't." She said, watching in amusement as you continued to rant.

"No, I didn't." K2 agreed.

"You can't just go throwing yourself into things like that because you think it will accomplish something! What good are you to the Rebellion if you go off getting yourself killed for the tiniest bit more information!"

Cassian just kept looking up at you, waiting patiently, the same love struck in his eyes that Jyn saw every time you came near, or even came up in conversation.

"There are people here counting on you to come back! I'm counting on you to come back! God for someone so smart you make the dumbest decisions sometimes- Your so worrisome, and stubborn and aggravating and- Damn it, Cass, the only person who gets to kill you, is me!"

After this final exclamation you fell silent, staring down at him with a flushed, exasperated expression on your face that had Jyn struggling to hide her laughter.

Gently, Cassian took your hand, where it had fallen back to your side after your gestures had ended, "And you'll still have the chance, y/n. I'm okay. It's okay..."

In a moment, you deflated, your frustration suddenly disappearing as you squeezed his hand back, slowly sinking down into the chair beside his bed, "I was so worried Cassian. You can't scare me like that again."

Your voices grew too hushed for Jyn to make out, as Cassian reassured you, your hands still clasped between you. So she stood, all but dragging K2 out with her to give you space.

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hey, I hope your having a great day! If you want to, I would like to request a Samwise Gamgee x reader? Nothing in particular, just whatever you want to write about (if you don't want to write it that's totally ok too)

Yesss! my hobbit husband <3

Harmony

Samwise Gamgee x gn!reader

Warnings: none <3

Premise: A little snapshot into Hobbit life. You and Sam always work together in perfect harmony.

You had just finished bringing the chicken stock to a simmer when Sam returned from the garden, toting an overflowing basket of root vegetables, pausing just long enough to press a kiss to your cheek as he brought them to the basin to be washed.

You smiled, continuing to prep the rest of what you would need for the soup as he began to wash and chop the vegetables. One bowlful at a time, cubed potatoes, carrots, onions and celery appeared before you, and you quietly added them to the soup.

Once he had finished with prepping the veggies, Sam turned toward you, leaning against the counter, until he finally caught you eye, and you nodded toward the covered bowl resting by the window sill.

Without a word he disappeared to grab the flour from the pantry, before going about spreading it across one section of the counter, and knocking down the dough that you had left to rise earlier.

Out of the corner of your eye, you watched as he kneaded the dough, admiring the way the sun from the window light up his face, the way his strong, garden calloused hands worked the dough so gently.

As he finished with the bread, sliding it into the oven you already had warming, you fiddled with the soup, adding herbs and spices, trying to find what was just right. Finally, you pressed a clean spoon into Sam's hand, "I can't tell what it needs."

Quietly he tasted it, thinking for a moment, "A dash of salt, and a bit more rosemary."

You nodded, moving to add the salt, as he went to cut a few sprigs of rosemary from the pot on the windowsill.

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Dating the Dead Poets HCs

Requested by this anon: "yo hey if your taking requests can i request some headcanons about whatd itd be like to date poly!dead poets? tnx :3"

The Dead Poets x reader

Trigger warnings: maybe some swearing

premise: hcs for dating the poets!

so, no, i in fact do not know you all get together, bc logistally there are too many possibilities

but, in general, with you to complete the group, it's the perfect fit with everyone balancing eachother out

When Cam and Todd (or any of the others really) are up too late trying to study, you and Neil always tag team them into going to bed

You and Cam talk charlie out of doing stupid shit a lot

Helping Knox plan romantic dates for the whole group, (and keeping him from going too overboard)

I feel like after every event worth celebrating, once it's done, you all go up to the diner in Town and cram yourself into one booth, as a treat; so like, after any of Neil's plays- diner, a winning a rowing competition- diner, winning a soccer game- diner, pitts and meeks complete another invention or experiment- diner,

The best part (probably) about having seven boyfriends, is that you always have someone to talk to, or hang out with, even if some of the others have to be off doing something

at least twice a month, you guys make a giant pillow for in Charlie and Cameron's room, and just like ignore any responsibility for a weekend,

dude, during dead poets meetings, if you get cold theres always any number of them more than willing to cuddle 'for warmth'

uhhh thats all i've got

#dead poets society #dead poets society x reader #todd anderson #todd anderson x reader #neil perry x reader #neil perry #charlie dalton #charlie dalton x reader #richard cameron #richard cameron x reader #steven meeks #steven meeks x reader #gerard pitts #gerard pitts x reader #knox overstreet #knox overstreet x reader #teddy06 #teddy 06 #teddy06 writes #teddy06writes

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Jessup Coleman -- Peaky Blinders

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General Info:

Name: Jessup Oliver Coleman

Gender: Male (he/him)

Sexuality: queer (general preference for men)

Date of Birth: July 30th, 1890

Age: 29

Personality: Cold, Quiet, Loyal to a fault, protective, doglike

Likes: Boxing, fighting, races, keeping the shelby boys out of trouble

Dislikes: Trouble, Tommys schemes

Occupation: Peaky Blinder/Mercenary

Pairing: Tommy Shelby (unrequited), Alfie Solomons

~~~

Jessup Coleman was a broken man, even before the war, with sharp, rough cut edges, all but made for violence, that made him the perfect guard dog for the Devil of Small Heath. Recruited out of an alley by the Shelby brothers at the ripe age of ten, Jessup's whole universe, for better or for worse has, for about as long as anyone can remember, revolved around one central axis: Tommy Shelby.

The Devil's Guard Dog has been at his side for every step on his rise to power, but will Jessup unyielding loyalty, and undying love blind him to reality forever?

#teddy06 writes #teddy06 #teddy 06 #teddy06writes #original character #peaky blinders oc #Jessup Coleman #tommy shelby x oc #alfie solomons x oc

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Y'all I'm gonna be so for real I'm struggling with the Much Ado AU

The first one would probably be posted all as one post, the other two might have to be split into parts bc the play is pretty long.

#peaky blinders x reader #alfie solomons #alfie solomons x reader #much ado about nothing #reader as beatrice #alfie as benedick #teddy 06 #teddy06 #teddy06writes #teddy06 writes #teddy06 polls

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Living Without A Heart

Golden Shovel Poems take lines from other work and incorporate them so that each word in the quote is the end of a line.

This poem comes from Justice Ameer's Body Without The 'd' -- "So it taught itself to graze its skin and cut things off."

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I never gave much thought to heart and so

I thought that I could live without it.

After all I had been taught

By a man without a heart itself. 

I was wrong, oh lord how wrong I was. How

Could I live without a heart? To 

Retrieve it now would be impossible. And now the feelings can only graze

Across my mind. Its

Almost funny, how things are now skin

Deep, and

No suture can heal this cut. 

Perhaps I miss the way things

Were… but when my feelings don’t burn my soul, i think i’m better off. 

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Repercussions

The Dead Poets x reader (not explicitly, romantic, platonic or poly, just interpret it as you will)

Trigger warnings: Character Death, talk of suicide, swearing, yelling, grief, I'm upset but it's fine

Premise: You had thought thinks had been going well, but then, after his debut in A Midsummer Nights Dream, Neil does something drastic; the sound of one gun shot can echo on forever

{*evil laughter* I hate my life but this is here now)

{also, I might just cave and right a different version of this that's mainly just me being a Cameron apologist, also also, don't worry, I have lysome fluff headcanons for a request that should be out soon}

The Morning After The Play

You're not entirely sure why you've been woken so early on a Saturday, nor why you, and the rest of the Poets have been called down to Mr. Keatings room.

The one thing that you are sure of, however, is the anxious pit in your stomach, and the fact that Neil is very much missing.

Mr. Keating sat resolutely at his desk as Mr. McAllister led you in, a certain sadness you'd never seen on him before, etched into his features.

With a sigh, he stood, murmuring, "Thank you, George," as Mcallister faded to the back of the room.

"Captain what's going on?" Charlie asked after a moment, unable to stand the silence.

Mr. Keating cleared his throat uncomfortably, and the pit in your stomach seemed to deepen.

"Well Lads, I- figured you should hear it from me first, and not in the announcement that will be made later on this morning."

There was a waver in his voice, and Cameron seemed to panic, "Sir, if this has anything to do with the society- I swear, they forced me into it-"

"It's not about that," He interrupted, taking a deep breath before continuing, "But no doubt, that will soon be called into question. uh- We received a call, this morning, from Mr. Perry. Last night- last night after the play- Neil took his own life."

Suddenly, it was like your world shattered.

As you backed away from the group, you could distantly hear Knox muttering about how it couldn't be true, and Charlie demanding to know if it was some sort of sick joke.

You only became aware of the tears streaming down your face when Pitts had turned back to you, offering a tissue, and a hug, but still, it didn't seem real.

This had to be some sort of sick dream.

~~

The Afternoon After the Play

Mr. Keating wasn't sure how anyone could take it. The rest of the administration continued on like it was nothing, only Mr. Nolan launching an investigation into what may have caused Neil's decision.

Classes had been canceled until the next week, and most of the students only treated it like a vacation.

Most of them.

He knew that somewhere, You and the rest of the poets were trying to mourn.

Wandering through his dark and empty classroom, he found himself standing at Neil's desk.

Slowly, Mr. Keating sank into the seat, finding the old tattered copy of 500 centuries of verse Neil had left, almost like he'd known he'd be returning it now.

He stared at the cover, at his own scrawling hand writing.

This was on him, wasn't it? He was the one to tell Neil to go and pursue his dreams, even after he'd told him about his fathers opinions.

God, why had he ever told them about the Dead Poets Society?

~~

The Sunday after the Play

Charlie hadn't properly registered anything since that morning.

At least, not enough to make sense of it all.

He sat at the same pew where he'd taken the phone call from God, but everything had changed since then, he could no longer find the humor in his shenanigan.

The rest of the mass sang from the hymnal, but he couldn't bring himself to even look down at the book Todd shakily held in front of them both.

Charlie had long before learned how to let the trials life threw at him roll off his back, but this was different, this was numbing him to his core.

~~

A Week After The Play

Nolan's investigation had begun, and would probably be concluded by the end of the day.

Cameron paced nervously up and down the hall outside of his and Charlie's room, would they understand? Would they try to see his point of view?

He was late to the meeting, he knew that; but he had to be. With what Neil had done, what Neil had uncovered... Cameron had been left to scramble to pick up the pieces of his life and hopefully get them shoved back into order, that way he could still have the future Neil didn't want.

Taking a deep breath, he turned, going all the way down the hall and into the coat room Pitts had said they were meeting in.

All of you froze, staring at him as he entered.

"What's going on guys?" He asked, taking a step into the circle.

Slowly, Charlie got up from his seat, "You finked, didn't you Cameron?"

"Finked?" He repeated, "I don't know what the hell your talking about."

From where you sat by the window with Todd, your eyes seemed to bore into him, searching for something he wasn't sure of.

"You told Nolan everything about the club is what I'm talking about." Charlie spat.

"Look, in case you haven't heard Dalton, at this school there's something called an honor code. If a teacher asks you a question you tell the truth, or you're expelled." He wasn't sure why he was lashing out, but still he did.

"You little-" The words died on Charlie's lips as he went to lunch at him.

Desperately, Knox and Meeks grabbed at him, dragging him away from Cameron.

"He's a rat! He's in it up to his eyes so he ratted to save himself!" Charlie yelled.

"Don't touch him Charlie, you do and your out." Knox said carefully.

"I'm out anyway!"

"You don't know that." Pitts tried to argue.

"He's right," Cameron nodded, "And if you guys are smart, you'll do exactly what I did and cooperate. Their not after us! We're the victims. Us and Neil."

You glared at him, uttering through gritted teeth, "You have no right Cameron."

"What the hell do you mean anyway?" Charlie demanded, "Who are they after then?"

"Why the 'captain' himself! Mr. Keating of course! I mean you guys really didn't really think he could avoid responsibility, did you?"

"Mr. Keating is responsible for Neil? Is that what their saying?"

"Who else do you think, dumbass?" It was almost like he was taunting him now, "Mr. Keating put us up to all this shit-"

"That's bullshit and you know it!" You were standing now, starting to cross the room, "He didn't put any of us up to anything. Neil loved acting."

"if it weren't for Mr. Keating, Neil would be holed up in his room, studying for chemistry right now! Beilive what you want, but I saw let Keating fry! Why ruin our lives?"

Before Charlie could even move you had crossed the room fully, smacking him across the face with all the strength you could muster.

You couldn't have cared less for what happened in that room after you stormed out.

~~

Two Weeks after the play

After you'd stormed out, you'd gone straight to Mr. Nolans office, turning yourself in, and telling him, straight to his face, with no regards to your friends, or your parents feelings, that you would rather be expelled than have to deal with another second of Welton Bullshit.

Now you were leaving, leaving it all behind.

Nothing that had happened in the past week seemed to matter to you as you packed up your things, you were leaving, and that was it.

As you zipped your suitcase closed, you couldn't help but breath a sigh of relief. None of this had anything to do with you anymore.

It was almost like you could care less, now that Neil was gone.

You didn't take it as any of your business when you could hear Cameron's muffled sobs from the next room over every night, or when Meeks and Pitts stopped talking to anyone else entirely, hell you'd even let it entirely up to Knox to help drag Todd out of the lake when he had decided it was too much.

None of it mattered anymore.

Neil had made his decision, and now you had made yours, and neither of you cared about the repercussions.

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I Miss The Noise (I Revel In The Silence)

The world didn’t end all at once. It happened slowly, incrementally, until one day you looked around and realized there was nothing left around you.

The whole world had never really ended anyway. Just humanity. You humans have always been so vain in thinking that they were the whole world.

As a whole, actually, the world has been doing much better since you all died off. Sure, there were the fires, the reactor meltdowns, and of course the last remnants of the problems you created to kill each other off.

But once those issues died back down, things got better. Biodiversity, of course, has been off the charts, as all those plants you insisted on moving halfway across the world have spread with quick fiery passion.

Your abandoned cities have become home to many animals, who live happily in the shelters you used to work so hard to keep them out of. Endangered species numbers rise, and rise, and it is glorious.

Sometimes, when even at high noon, it is silent, and I find myself missing the wondrous noise you created to keep yourselves entertained and connected, I must remind myself of the other horrible things you had done, to stop from grieving too harshly.

You had poisoned this world. This incredible lovely place I had given you, that still recovers even now. You killed each other, and all my other creations, in more and more creative and disgusting ways.

You rejected my gifts, and turned against me in your times of need. You were cruel where I thought I had not the cruelty to bestow upon you. Where I had created you to laugh and to love, you taught yourselves to fight and to hate.

But oh how I find myself missing you. In the soft silences that haunt your once bustling cities. In the failing of your silly inventions once made to make life easier. In the stories that have disappeared, the well of your knowledge dried up and forgotten.

How I miss you.

If I could go back step in; to stop your demise… I admit it would be a hard choice.

Would the world still become as peaceful as it is today? Would you unlearn what you taught yourselves? Would you listen to my teachings?

You did not before. It is hard to say whether you would today.

Somedays, when the quiet is too loud, and I find myself missing you humans, I consider this.

This world, though not technically new, has been reborn, and it has been reborn better without you. Humans would have never allowed this scale of tranquility, this calm.

You would not sit here beside me, smiling at the small family of rabbits that has taken residence in your living room. You would not rejoice with me at the cycle of plants growing in wild abundance.

Humans, my first great creations, had only been a spark, appearing and disappearing with a flash. This new world has caught that spark, and now that you are gone, will become its own vibrant blaze. Chief amongst my creations; truly great.

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