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pforpotatoo · 3 months

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HAPPILY NEVER AFTER

Robert Fischer x Reader

Part four

Warnings: pretty much none

Summary: They see each other again... After a long time. But what if things changed, and Y/n will come to find out that she was.. much more lonely in the situation than she thought?

Notes: Next one coming today or tomorrow

”Just.. Why?” Y/N only asked, leaning back as she eyed her uncle and his wife. Harry's gaze was unyielding, in Martha's eyes there was some... Pity, but years ago Y/N already learned that it didn't change anything.

Martha never went against Harry's words, no matter how weird and controlling he'd be with his niece.

”Y/N, it will be very good for our business, you know it..” He spoke up, looking at her, seemingly gently. ”When I get too old, you'll get to keep all of it, darling. I just want to give you a great future.” He reasoned, and his patient, sad eyes worked wonders on her, as always. Harry never ceased to make Y/N bend under his decisions.

She didn't want to seem... Unappreciative. Especially that aunt Martha never hesitated to remind her how much he sacrificed to take care of his niece.

Y/N looked down, feeling that she already lost, even before Martha spoke up.

”I think you should listen to him, Y/N. He wants what's best for all of us.” Martha's quiet voice filled her ears before she got up ”...and it's not a tragedy. After all you used to be close with the boy, yeah? And in a couple years you two will be free to.. you know.. divorce.” She added, tucking her hair behind her ear as she looked at her husband with a smile.

Years have passed since Y/N moved. Harry's business kept climbing the ladder and eventually became one of the best in the whole state, earning really good money. Ever since then, he changed. His treatment towards Y/N got.. more manipulative, and even though she was aware of it, it wasn't very easy to stand her ground against his guilt trips sometimes.. and nobody ever dared to speak up in her defences.

Robert would, Y/N used to think. Despite his uncouth behavior and mean (sometimes) personality, he was a good friend. Great even.

The thoughts kept coming every now and then, making it more difficult to move on with her life for the first couple years, as she wondered how he was doing. She never asked Harry about him. She didn't really know why.

He didn't have any social media. Y/N checked several times over the six years that they haven't seen each other. Writing a letter was also an idea, but... She was scared. Scared that he would be still angry with her, cuss her out for not trying harder. For not standing her ground against her uncle, leaving Robert completely alone.

She missed him. His stupid talks and villain laugh, or even his perverted jokes.

The pain of missing someone who she knew for several years was.. wearing off with time. Fading and getting smaller, yet never fully disappearing.

Well... Maybe just for me, Y/N thought after she headed to her room. He never tried to reach out. Never called Harry or asked his father to reach out to them. Which would.. be easy, right? Especially that Fischer Morrow was partnering for a while with her uncle's business.

Some annoyance filled her mind before she scoffed, putting their photo face down on her nightstand, as Robert's face on it was only making her more mad.

Quickly she rushed down, skipping stairs before she found Martha in the kitchen.

”...and what did he say on that idea?” She snapped suddenly, making her aunt turn around and look at her. Y/N didn't have to clear up who she meant, everyone knew it despite his name not being spoken. The older woman shrugged with a sigh, before stopping chopping the vegetables.

”He agreed.” She said, looking Y/N in the eyes, that were now widened with shock.

”He what?!”

Y/n was... more surprised than anything. Stress and worries swelled in her stomach at the thought of seeing him again. Was he the same boy she saw last time? Did his father.. damaged him much?

Would he want to talk to her? What is Robert now? She wondered, staring at the reflection in the mirror with shaky hands.

Her dress was nice, fitting well to her body type. Hair loosely on her back, face covered with light make up. Her lipstick was already ruined from biting her bottom lip in stress...

”Y/n, come here! It's time!” Martha yelled from downstairs, followed by her uncle's deep voice speaking to his wife.

Taking a couple deep breaths, she straightened wrinkles on her dress before turning around and leaving the room, slowly walking down the stairs.

”You look wonderful, Darling.” Her aunt complimented with a smile. Her uncle was smiling as well... in the typical way.

”You really do, Y/n. Just... remember to not say anything bad, alright? I trust you wouldn't humiliate me. You're old enough to understand what's good for us.” He added, brushing his hand against his shoulder in an encouraging gesture. She just nodded, looking down again, hearing him sigh.

”Let's go then. We can't be wait.”

It took less than half an hour before Harry parked by the expensive restaurant, opening the door for his wife. Y/n wasn't fazed by these high class gestures, as she swung the door open, stumbling out of the car.

”Y/n” Harry warned, rolling his eyes, but she didn't react, straightening her dress again.

Slowly they walked towards the entrance, waiting for the taller woman to show them their table, and Y/n's heart was... pounding. She felt it in her throat, and it wasn't a good feeling. The idea of seeing Robert after all these years filling her with.. fear.

”This way” Harry led, as they walked between other tables, slowly heading towards particular one. One that Y/n didn't see, as she kept looking down out of stress, trying to get some extra time before facing her childhood best friend.

Suddenly, Harry and Martha stopped, making Y/n nearly stumble over their silhouettes.

”Maurice” Harry spoke up in his deep voice, clearly smiling. Martha moved to hug lightly the younger woman who was sitting by Maurice's side with a kiss on the cheek. After some greetings, they almost forgot about the youngest people by the table.

”Oh, Robert, you remember Y/n.” Maurice suddenly said, moving out of the way and revealing his son who remained seated while everyone else stood.

Looking up, Y/n's breath hitched seeing the complete void in his eyes. The once mischievous, bright eyes were almost gray. Slowly getting up from his seat, Robert ran hand through his hair in such a strange manner, that Y/n almost tilted her head to the side.

”Good to see you again, Y/n.” Robert said, giving her a kind nod and even more fake half smile.

”Hi Robert” She replied, completely stunned at his.. new appearance and behaviour. He changed, of course he changed. Y/n always knew he'd grow up to be an impossibly handsome man, and it turned out to be hundred percent true. His dark hair neatly parted on the side and slicked back, face fully shaven. Jaw and high cheekbones sharp as always, but his eyes... His eyes were.. gone. Looking nothing like the ones Robert inherited from his mother, cloudy shade and emptiness in them like he was nothing but a robot.

No emotions on his face. Not even anger, which used to be something he felt most of the time. No annoyance, no surprise at her completely changed appearance or not even.. happiness to see her.

”Alright, let's discuss the details.” Harry scooted up in his chair closer, smiling brightly at Mr. Fischer and his son, sparking s conversation. Conversation that.. surprisingly, Robert was part of, but only when his father wanted him to.

Sitting quietly like a good puppy when not asked, making Y/n not believe her eyes.

The older men talked about everything and not once asked her for her opinion. Choosing a date, place and conditions of the arranged marriage, and the most important... How they would join their businesses. Y/n felt lightheaded listening to all that.

”Time for a break, I must speak with my wife.” Harry excused, making Maurice nod and Robert get up, grabbing a pack of cigarettes from the table before fastening the button in his suit jacket, and heading towards the exit.

What did they do to you, Robert? Y/n wondered, hopping on the occasion as she went after him.

Robert stood by the back exit, lighting his cigarette before Y/n walked up, holding her own.

”Got a light?” She asked, looking up at him. He grew a good couple inches ever since she saw him.

Without replying, Robert pulled out his lighter, leaning towards her to light the cigarette she held between her lips. Old habit.

Breathing the smoke in, she shifted awkwardly at her feet.

”You look well. Changed a lot.” Y/n said, glancing towards him. Robert nodded, eyes fixed on the wall in front of him as he smoked.

”Thank you, and yes, I did. A good couple years passed.” His voice was tense, just like his whole silhouette, raspiness of it all adding up to the rawness of his expression.

Y/n went quiet for a couple minutes before sighing again, impatiently. She needed to address the elephant in the room, it was impossible not to.

”Rob, how are you okay with all this? Arranged marriage? Seriously?” She finally asked, fully facing him, standing in front of his much bigger frame.

Slowly, his eyes lifted from the spot he kept staring at, travelling up to her face. As soon as his empty gaze met hers, shivers ran down her spine. Straightening his back, he lifted his chin, smoothing out the wrinkles on his jacket.

”This is a good decision for the sake of business. Revenues will increase and we will have an exclusivity in most states.” He spat out, his voice sharper and harsher before fixing his perfect hairstyle, and looking around. ”Go back inside, time is up.” He added, turning around and disappearing inside of the building again, leaving her completely and utterly shocked.

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pforpotatoo · 3 months

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MEET ME BY THE LAKE

Robert Fischer x Reader

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: nearly none. Some angst. Many timelapses lmao

The silence was echoing throughout the big apartment that you shared with Robert. You didn't plan it that way, certainly.

Your quiet sniffles were drowned out by the ticking of a clock in the background, reminding you of the time. It was seven past ten, and you were sitting on the floor, alone in the big apartment. Smoke from freshly extinguished candles was filling the rooms like poison, eventually sucked in by the air conditioning. Your pretty dress got all crumpled by sitting on the floor, your hair a mess. Perfect eyeliner lines got blurry with tears that poured down your cheeks.

It was supposed to be so pretty. So beautiful, you thought. Due to the rush of thoughts, you accidentally catch your finger on the zipper, hissing angrily. This day couldn't be worse. Picking up your suitcase full of necessities, you rushed into the corridor, passing by the living room and the kitchen.

The already cold dinner was sitting on the counter, untouched and unwanted. It wasn't surprising, especially since Robert was supposed to be home at seven, and you waited for… for over three hours.

The tears of humiliation gathered in your face again, in a fit of anger, you pushed the dish off the corner with a swift movement, seeing it crashing against the hard floor. The once nice meal dirtying the freshly swept floor, as you walked out, leaving the keys on the counter.

It was enough. You were done with being treated like an obstacle in his career.

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After noticing that it was nearly eleven pm, Robert gasped, jumping out of his chair and running to the elevator. It took him a moment to get to his car, even though he forgot to take his suitcase, his heart was pounding in his chest.

He fucked up. Again. It was another thing that he belittled something important, drowning himself into his job. You mentioned to him that you needed to talk about something. That day could be special. Parking down the street, he ran into the florist's, buying a bouquet of roses, running to the apartment.

As the elevator took ages to get on the right level, and he sighed nervously.

The last bits of hope left his body as coming deeper into the home, he called out your name and didn't get any response. Coming further, he noticed the ruined dinner on the kitchen floor, and all the decorations on the table.

Coming closer, he picked on a little box that was standing by one of the plates. As he opened it, a beautiful, golden watch appeared in his sight. His eyes widened and heart dropped as he read the little engraver on the top of it.

"Happy second anniversary, I love you more than anything. Y/N x"

~~~

You dodged all of his calls. All messages. You tried your best to ignore his whole existence, but it wasn't easy. After five years of being with him, supporting him on every step.

You knew about his emotional issues. His relationship with his parents was always so complicated, that it turned him numb for a while. It was super hard to even kickstart your relationship, but when it started moving you had to be careful. Every now and then Robert would back off, giving you a cold shoulder in an attempt to protect his own feelings. Not wanting to feel left alone again, just like his mother, and then his father did.

Used like a vessel, he frequently tried to buy you unnecessary things. Take you places. It all looked innocently, until you'd look into his eyes, seeing that clouded, panicked look.

Because deep down that's how he was. Scared. You tried to handle it everytime, comforting him and standing tall when he couldn't.

But after that many let downs, you were hurt. Everything hurt.

~~~

While you were gone, Robert didn't deal with it well. Getting shit on by his partners for the lack of focus, he finally snapped.

"Shut the fuck up, Mason. It's all your fault. You, and your stupid fucking projects that don't work anyway. You wasted my time, and I'm wasting my fucking life on you." He spat out, turning around and leaving the building with face crimson red from the anger.

At home, he was quiet. Locked mostly in his office he didn't dare to go to the bedroom that you two shared. He was in pain, fully. He knew it was his fault. How could he forget? Did he pull away too much again? He wondered.

Did he lose you? The question flooded his mind, making him wince.

No, it couldn't be. There must be something he could do, he thought.

Calling his friend, in an hour he had the address to your best friend at whose house you were staying.

He was there as soon as possible, and neither you or Rebecca expected to see your now ex boyfriend in the door.

"We need to talk." He looked at you desperately, not giving your friend even a glance.

"We don't have anything to talk about." You answered coldly, grabbing Rebecca's arm, as she clearly wanted to get into that conversation and chase him the fuck away. Giving her an approving nod, that you were fine you just watched as her eye narrowed, looking at Robert with a warning before she walked away into the living room.

"I know I fucked up, Y/N, I.. I don't have anything to explain myself with." He started off and you snorted. "That's a great explanation. You're doing perfect, Fischer."

"No, you listen now." He said, seriously. "I know I fucked up. I was fucking up frequently in the last two years, I kept doing the same shit, ruining it over and over, the same way as my father always was. I didn't want to be like him, and yet I just… went right by his path. I'm sorry, Y/N. I'm really fucking sorry, and I can't afford to lose you. Everything, but not you." He said with a shaky voice, as he tried to keep the confidence up even though he was really nervous.

Looking at him, with a sigh you closed the door behind yourself, as you wrapped your arms around you in a little hug, as you kept listening.

"I know I shouldn't have done it. I just… I just struggle with being at such a risk. I know how I am, I know my problems and issues and I'm scared that one day it will become too much. So I try to keep it with myself. I spend most of the time away, and when I'm with you I try to distract you with expensive gifts and traveling from my ugly personality and mentality of a left child." He stopped suddenly, realizing that he went really far. He didn't expect himself to let go that much.

Not affording to look you in the eyes, he sighed and added.

"I got the message from Rebecca. I'm not surprised that you think that I don't know anything about you. That I don't care. All I'm asking for is one chance to let me prove you wrong. Please." He said, finally looking up at you. Shifting your gaze at the floor, you thought for a moment. You hated the way you'd always let him have his way. The way his eyes affected your decisions, and that he had such a fucked up life.

He'd be such a perfect person if treated right, you thought. Subconsciously, you already made a decision, but you couldn't give in that fast.

"I need time, Robert. Don't come here anymore, please." You said quietly, retreating into the house and closing the door quickly. He stood there for a moment, speechless as his eyes filled with tears.

He can't lose you. It's not happening, right?

~~~

Weeks passed and you didn't reach out. He tried buying you "I'm sorry" gifts, but it never changed anything, and you'd always send them to his apartment. He spiraled down, only working and sleeping. You weren't even all that better. Many times hovering above the phone, fighting the urge to call. To forgive him. Your heart ached at the distance, as you felt half dead.

He felt it too. Just like the sight in the mirror, reminding him about how he ruined it. The only beautiful thing he had. You.

Even though his spirit was slowly dying, his hopes stayed up.

He promised to find a way, and he tried. He tried his best, preparing it for nearly two weeks and he made sure that everything will go perfect. Today, he will prove himself to you.

With a soul on your shoulder, you walked out of the apartment, locking the door and hopping into your car. Today you decided to move on, finally. Buying a couple more clothes, getting a coffee and trying to enjoy your day as much as you could, getting haunted by the thoughts of Robert.

You couldn't help but thinking about him. Was he okay? Did he eat? Wasn't he working too much?

Did he miss you? You wondered, feeling your heart squeezing in your chest at the memory of how he looked, standing by Rebecca's home and begging for a chance.

But you couldn't let him make you look dumb. Not again.

Coming back home, you were carrying a couple bags, opening up the door before you looked down, noticing the neat, red envelope laying by the door.

Bringing the bags inside, you went back to pick up the envelope, slightly worried at what you might see inside.

Your heart dropped, seeing the neat handwriting.

All the memories came back, as he chased you around for years, trying to get you to date him. Memories of him laying in the dark, whispering about all the big plans that he'd make come true for you two.

Crying, when his father beat him again, right after abusing his mother. You held him, every night and day that he needed it, and he did it too. He was your rock whenever life was seemingly too big for you to handle.

And it never changed. Not really. You remembered the natural gestures, the good choices he was making when picking up things for you. He always knew what you liked. What you needed. Always came back when there was an emergency.

You knew that his father was getting worse, and maybe… maybe that was the reason that it got so cold between you two lately. Your heart squeezed again, longing for him.

You couldn't stay away.

Quickly changing your clothes, you rushed into the car and riding to the place that you knew so well. All the turns and twists on the street led you out of the city, into that special place.

As you got out, he was there. Looking like a vivid dream, in the black sweater and a basket in his hands. Looking at you the way he looked as a teenager… with the nervousness but need in his eyes.

He needed you. He loved you. You could see that.

And slowly making your way to Robert once again, you felt that.. everything might be okay.

The crumpled note in your pocket. The red paper that you found by the door, on which it was written,

MEET ME BY THE LAKE

Robert x

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pforpotatoo · 3 months

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I got shadowbanned!! I don't even know why but my messages disappeared both on here and on my main @cillianistic

@staff @support why am I seeing this issue everywhere?

#shadowbanned #wtf #what did I do!#TUMBLR FIX THIS

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pforpotatoo · 3 months

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FR!! How could my 14 years old self speak to tens of people from different countries on daily basis, build and maintain friendships for YEARS??

WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO ME!!!

why was making online friends so easy as my 12 year old self but now suddenly talking to people online makes me nervous

I PROMISE IM COOL I JUST GET WEIRD WHEN IM NERVOUS I JUST WANT PEOPLE TO LIKE ME

#anxitey #I wasn't even fluent in English #Being an adult sucks

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pforpotatoo · 3 months

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my pin, please use credits if you repost!! <3

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pforpotatoo · 3 months

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MR.FORGETTABLE

Ghost!Tommy Shelby x Reader

Summary: Hauntings aren't always like in the movies. Some ghosts are.. lost in the journey that was supposed to be smooth and easy. Some carry heavier weight than just the pain of being dead and slowly forgotten. Arrow House as beautiful as it is, hides its own secrets and events, but what if... There's something more than that, hiding in the walls?

Warnings: mentions of death, swearing, sadness, heartbreak, depression, fluff, angst, ghost!Thomas Shelby

Word count: 5.4k

REBLOG AND INTERACT PLEASE :]

Her pretty dress moving around with her body as she followed the older woman around the massive living room. Everything looked.. amazing. Restored furniture, every room kept in the original, elegant 20th century style. It was everything that Y/n could possibly dream of, especially that the price for such property was.. shockingly small.

”Anything else you want to see, Miss?” She suddenly looked at the current home owner, turning around to face her. It was so extraordinary, the house, the atmosphere… everything. She walked in the building a couple of hours earlier and was already smitten.

When she moved from her hometown to the place where she always wanted to live, she didn’t really expect to find such a great deal.

And there she was, with the older woman standing in front of her, smiling gently as she waited for an answer.

”Uh. I think we've seen everything… and I saw enough” She finally answered, stopping herself from jumping around from the excitement.

”So.. Do you need a couple days to decide…?” the older lady’s slightly raspy, nice voice asked. The woman couldn't be younger than sixty, curly cotton gray hair hugging her round wrinkly face in an adorable way as she smiled.

”No, no.” Y/n shook her head, chuckling. ”I can't risk that someone will overtake me.” She added, pulling out a pen out of her pocket to finalize all the formalities.

It didn't take long, as the current owner was also prepared, so less than forty minutes later… Y/n Y/l/n was officially the new owner of the Arrow House.

”...and here's your keys.” She heard, before reaching out to get them from the woman, nodding gracefully with a smile.

As soon as she turned around, wanting to leave after wishing Y/n everything best, Y/n stopped her one last time.

”I’m sorry but I forgot to ask earlier.” She explained, shooting her an apologizing look. ”Who did it originally belong to?” Her voice was calm, but the hint of curiosity was clear as day, making the gray haired woman chuckle.

”Ah. It belonged to my great grandfather. He.. unfortunately died in his early thirties, so the house stood closed for a long time.” She explained with a smile, before Y/n thanked her for the knowledge, and their ways parted.

Only a couple days it took for her to check on everything, and make sure the house was ready to move in.

The “Moving team” helped to move all the furniture and her personal items and… there the issues started.

It started at first with simple noises, cracking and howling coming from the weirdest places, especially when one of the working men were alone… then it continued with some shifts. Some supplies that were placed in the right place, moved abruptly closer to the door, mainly the front door. Once a fire had lit the bed Y/n had brought from her former house, scaring the men finally away and leaving the young woman all by herself.

The weird stories that everyone kept telling her were rather confusing and weird. She didn’t see anything weird, till she started to take care of her belonging herself.

Y/n was on her knees, unpacking the decorations from a box as she felt.. a weird feeling.

Then the window suddenly flew open, startling her and letting the cold wind inside the room, and the nice temperature quickly changed.

Keeping her hand on her chest, she felt her heart pounding because of the way she got startled, but that didn’t stop her from getting up, heading to the window and closing it carefully as she felt a hand on her shoulder, causing her to yelp out, turning around abruptly.

Her eyes went wide, seeing… a man. Standing in a suit that looked… quite old schooled for modern times.

His blue eyes stared at her with mischief and annoyance as his hand kept touching her shoulder, his grip sending a shiver across her body followed by a weird tickle.

Y/n stared at him with fear, but after he didn't say a word for the next minute she got… annoyed; her eyes scanned quickly to see if he had any weapons with him.

”What the fuck are you doing in my house you… you cunt!” She yelled out, startling him clearly as he stumbled back. An expression of shock quickly appearing on his handsome face.

Hearing her words, the stranger turned around, looking for the person she was talking to.

The whole situation was completely maddening as she watched him look around the room without a word, again.

”Are you deaf?” She asked eventually, grabbing a metallic decorative figurine from the shelf, willing to use it as a weapon if he tried to hurt her, her body tensing more as she hopped from a foot to another in an attempt to confuse him and look intimidating, to cause him not to try anything funny with her.

The man stopped abruptly, facing her again with narrowed eyes, breathing deeply as he slowly lifted his hand, waving in front of her face, making Y/n raise her eyebrows.

”So you're fucking stupid and deaf? Imma be honest, that's not a very deadly combination for an intruder.” She commented before taking a step back as she raised the decoration in the air. ”One last chance before I whoop your ass!” Her voice was full of warning, and the way her eyes were focused on his face made him realize that she was actually talking to him.

”Huh?” the intruder let out, twisting his face in a weird expression as he didn't understand what was happening.

”Oh thank god” Y/n sighed deeply, standing normally as she retreated from her Kung Fu pose, her tensed body relaxing.

”Thought that I'd have to show you my deadly moves, but.. you're a lucky man then.” She kept going, before she suddenly got interrupted.

”You.. you see me?” the man asked carefully with a thick, strong brummie accent, his blue eyes extremely big as they widened even more while his lips slightly parted.

She looked at him funny, eyeing him with her head tilted to the side.

”You… need medical assistance?” Y/n wasn't sure what to do as he babbled some nonsense, when she reached out to touch his shoulder and to her surprise… her hand went through his body like thin air, making her gasp and take a step back.

”You… you…” She tried to stutter out, as a mischievous grin slowly appeared on his lips at her reaction.

Taking a step forward, he chuckled, nodding.

”I’m Thomas Shelby, and you're in my house, sweetheart.” He said in a low voice, and his impossibly bright blue eyes were the last thing she saw, before everything went black, and her body hit the floor with a loud thud.

Her temples were pulsing painfully as she woke up, laying on the floor of her new bedroom. Sitting up slowly, she checked the back of her head for blood, but luckily the bump from her impact was the only thing there, making her hiss as she touched it.

What a crazy fucking hallucination… that's why momma always insisted so much on drink a lot of water to stay hydrated, she thought.

”You good, Darling?” She heard a mocking tone coming from the old bed that she didn't manage to throw out yet. Her head turned fast and involuntarily, allowing her to see the owner of that voice… the same fucking man as previously.

I guess it wasn't a hallucination.

With a loud groan she got on her feet, looking at him, and the way his lips were stretched into a stupid grin.

”What the fuck are you doing on my bed? And… and why are you here in general? You're long dead!” She massaged her temples, trying to make sense out of that whole situation which was… challenging.

Thomas shook his head with a laugh, shoving one arm underneath his head, to have a better view of her.

”First off, it's my bed. That's exactly the same reason of why I'm here, Sweetheart. It's my house that I paid for with my own money.” He spoke in a raspy voice, lighting up a cigarette and causing her to twist her face in disapproval.

”That’s why that whole fucking house smells of tobacco!” She hissed out, crossing arms on her chest, seeing how he rolled his eyes.

”Look, let me explain something to you…?” He started out, gesturing to Y/n to tell her his name, which she eventually did. ”Yeah, so you see, Dove. I'm a ghost. Cigarettes were packed into the coffin with me, so they're on my “side”, not yours.” He explained dramatically, moving his cigarette around and… Y/n had to admit that after he lit it, the scent of nicotine wasn't any stronger.

Rolling her eyes at the nicknames he's been using, she shook her head in annoyance.

”Well. What the fuck do you want then?” She asked, tired of dealing with his rude approach.

Hearing her question, Thomas got up, slowly making his way towards her.

”You see, it's very easy…” His voice suddenly got.. smooth. Sounding like butter and honey, caressing her ears gently as he kept walking. ”I will stay here, in my house…” The cigarette hanging from between his lips was just adding to his old fashioned but attractive look, whether Y/n wanted to admit it or not, which made her even more annoyed as he came closer, standing barely two feet away. ”...and you will move out.” He finished, being face to face with her, with this cocky grin on his face.

She could feel his.. somehow weird and heavy, but addictive and masculine cologne.

Y/n reached out in front of her, moving her hands in quick motions attempting to disperse the air where he stood, trying to get rid of him. Thomas only scoffed, slightly pissed, seeing what she was trying to do.

”Watch yer hands, woman” He warned as he narrowed his eyes at her, watching her continue her attempts “Trying to get laid or something, eh? Never been with one like you, Dove.” He pointed out, inhaling from his cigarette, an amused smirk appearing on his face as he watched Y/n gasp in shock and take a couple of steps away from him

“Disgusting..” she murmured, referring to his strong machismo part, he was clearly from another era.

Moving away, Y/n started walking back and forth as she laughed nervously.

”Whatever you say, Thomas Shelty…” The angered woman started off,

”Shelby” He corrected with annoyance, but she didn't care as she kept going. ”I'm not moving anywhere. I worked for six years to afford this house, and I spent all my money on it. So no matter how many little ghosties you have around here, I'm not moving.” She spat out harshly, as she remembered how much effort it took her to get to that point. Several sleepless nights as she worked and studied at the same time, doing her very best.

Seeing her fierce gaze, Tommy huffed an equal determinate expression on his sharp face.

”We will see.” He simply said, looking down at her.

”We will see.” Y/n repeated, confident as ever, glancing at him up and down before murmuring something about his height.

A several days passed, and so far Tommy never missed an opportunity to make her life as miserable as he could in his dead state. Y/n wasn't showing him her annoyance though, as it would only encourage his actions.

Standing in the kitchen, she got some cereal in a bowl before reaching for a bottle of milk, which suddenly started moving away from her on the counter.

Seeing it, she groaned with annoyance.

”Thomas, really?” She asked, not even turning back, as she knew he was there.

Tommy chuckled, sitting by the counter, leaning back on the shelves of the kitchen.

He tried to appear unbothered, even though he was really impressed by Y/N's stubbornness.

Usually it didn't take longer than a day or two to scare people away and she.. was still there. Weird feeling and weird but determined woman.

Y/n couldn't invite anyone over, as it was always ending up with guests running out the door with fear on their faces, so eventually they started.. talking. Sometimes less, sometimes more, but Y/n got to know more about him, and that he loved horses his whole life, that he had three brothers and used to live in Small Heath as a little boy.

Y/n told him some more about her interests, about the weird feeling she always had that kept whispering to her that she was in the wrong place and time. About her weird fascination with stars and her silly habits.

The two had their good days, but they kept fighting.. very often, almost like an old married couple.

”Uh, get out, you pervert!” Y/n yelled out covering herself as Tommy came into the bathroom just to make her angry.

”C’mon, don't be so crude. We both know that you like me watching.” He pressed playfully, teasing and enjoying how mad she was getting.

Y/n turned around, quickly pulling a t-shirt onto her body before facing him again.

”I swear, I'll call a priest to kick your sorry pale freckled ass out of here!” She yelled out, pointing at his face with annoyance. He just chuckled, lifting his hands up in surrender.

”Oh so I wasn't the only one to watch, eh? Are we curious?” Tommy laughed out loud, throwing his head back before looking at her again as she scoffed. ”...and besides that ’m a gypsy, darling. I'm not afraid of your priest.” He mocked, having fun upsetting her.

Like always. Well… almost always. Sometimes when insufferable days were coming, it was difficult to deny how much they got used to each other. Like that one night when Y/n woke up screaming, as another nightmare invaded her sweet slumber.

Sitting up in her bed, she covered her face with both hands, breathing deeply and trying not to cry.

”Nightmares?” Thomas asked quietly in a deep, raspy voice from the other side of the room, sitting in his comfortable armchair. Y/n didn't have the strength to fight him for being nosey, so she just nodded. ”I used to have them too. All the time actually.” He admitted quietly, striking her attention as she looked at his dark silhouette with her watery eyes. Clearing his throat Tommy spoke up again.

”After coming from the war, they never left.” His voice was much quieter, that whole situation holding some weird intimacy in the way they shared the most vulnerable parts of their beings with each other.

”Mine are about my father and.. and what he was doing to us after coming home drunk. Sometimes on drugs.” She confessed, sniffling as Thomas nodded with understanding. Silence filled the room, and the air seemed to get way lighter as they held onto the comfort of each other's presence.

”You know… that's the first time when I actually regret that I can't physically touch you.” Y/n admitted with a laugh, trying to ease the atmosphere. ”I could use a hug.” She eventually added in a much quieter voice, wrapping her arms around herself in an attempt to get some comfort.

Thomas got up from the armchair, coming a little closer so she could see him. Looking her in the eyes he leaned closer.

”If I could, I would.” He promised with a weak smile before sitting on the edge of the bed. ”I’ll be here all the time, alright? No nightmares will come anymore.” He whispered, seeing how vulnerable she was.

Y/n just mumbled quiet “thank you” before laying back down and nodding off to sleep. Not noticing how he moved closer, lying next to her in what used to be his own bed, his “body” creating a weird buzz to Y/n’s sleeping body.

That night, as he had promised, no more nightmares came.

Another couple months passed, and Tommy already accepted the fact that she.. wasn't moving anywhere. Her stubbornness overtaking his own, forcing him to get used to her weird quirks and warming presence in a place that used to be full of life back in his time.

For Y/n… things got complicated as soon as she lost her job for three months and fell behind with the bills. Stressing and almost crying each month she kept checking the letters about how soon she'd get the house taken away if she didn't pay. Situation kept getting worse, just like her mental health.

One night Thomas found her sitting in the kitchen, crying her eyes out. Seeing the love and care she had for the house made his heart soften, filling his mouth with the taste of bitterness, the same one that he felt whenever Lizzie would get hurt back when he was alive. He didn't say anything, just sitting on the chair next to her. Y/n could feel his presence, as always. Shaking her head she sobbed.

”I’m.. I'm sorry, Tommy.” She cried. ”I… I guess you won. I'll have.. have to move out.“ She stuttered out, barely able to catch a breath.

He didn't answer. He couldn't, surprised with the pain that he felt in his chest at the thought of the weird girl, who was once an uninvited guest, leaving the house forever. Wheels in his head started turning, as he tried to prevent his hands from shaking.

No, no, no. She can't.. leave me, Thomas thought involuntarily. The weird kind of panic that he hasn't felt for a very long time, even when he was alive. The care for her presence over weighing the greediness in his heart, caused him to swallow the lump that appeared in his throat.

”Safe in the wall.” He stuttered out suddenly, surprising himself as much as her. Y/n’s watery eyes snapped open, looking at him with confusion.

”What?” She asked, not understanding what he was getting on.

”In the bedroom. Safe in the wall.” Thomas repeated, still in disbelief that the woman next to him became so important, that he would give up his own money for her. Not even his family or two wives that he had knew about the secret. ”Two, six, one, nine” He said, his voice flat and emotionless as he didn't look at her.

”Tommy, I… I don't understand.”

”In the main bedroom there's a safe in the wall, Y/n. The money inside would make around a hundred thousands pounds in the modern currency.” He snapped. ”Take it, and pay for the house.” Thomas commanded, getting up from the table and going downstairs. He couldn't believe what he just did and… that he didn't regret his actions.

Realization of how much he started caring for her scared him, so… Thomas needed to hide. Swearing under his breath that his horses weren't living forever, as when he was alive, he'd go to the stables and sit with the horses.

Two days later after receiving another letter, Y/n did as Tommy instructed her, but taking only enough to pay for the house. The rest of the money remained in the safe, locked and forgotten by her.

She felt guilty as it was, and the fact that she didn't see him for the next couple days only intensified the horrible feeling in her gut.

”Tommy?” She spoke up carefully after reaching too of the stairs. The silence was deafening, and only now did she appreciate not being alone in that massive house. He didn't answer, and she couldn't feel his presence even though she checked every room… until she got to the last bedroom.

More like a room that used to be a bedroom back when he was living there. Now as a storage, Y/n realized that.. she hasn't seen that room before, too occupied with the other parts of the house.

Coming inside she noticed… a lot of furniture covered with white covers. Dust was… everywhere, but she was focused on the man that was sitting on one of the shelves, staring at a piece of furniture that was a… vanity, as she realized after eyeing it for a couple longer seconds. The atmosphere in the air suddenly got heavy, so she didn't say anything, just waiting for Tommy to open up if he felt like it.

”At first it was my mother. She drowned.” He suddenly spoke up, making her look at him quickly. ”Then my father. He left us all and never came back.” The tone of his voice was signaling how much it costed him to speak up about it. ”When I grew up.. I was sure that this time of my life was finished. Closed and forgotten. That I won't react or feel so strongly after.. someone leaves me again.” Clearing his throat, he kept his eyes on the vanity, gesturing his hand on it with a sad laugh. ”Then she happened. Appearing in my life as… as a spy trying to get me hanging. She left. Then.. My brother died. Whole family left. My wife and kids stayed for… awhile.” He struggled with forcing the word through his throat, needing to adjust himself every couple seconds. His eyes never met Y/n’s for even a moment.

”Money.” He suddenly said, confusing her. Moment filled with silence passed. ”That’s all I've ever been to everyone. Fucking money.” He laughed out loud with the saddest laugh she's ever heard as she shook his head, hanging it low. ”I thought.. ‘Don't worry, Tom. You will show them.’ But you know what? I died shortly after. I showed them shit.” Only now Y/n could tell that he was mocking himself. His voice was heavy, filled with dread… in an attempt to not break down.

Dots in Y/n’s head slowly started connecting as her gaze shifted at the floor. He didn't speak after that, looking out of the window and breathing deeply. When the realization set, Y/n gasped quietly.

”That’s… that's why you're still here.” Her voice was quiet, almost inaudible in how weak and vulnerable she sounded. The pain, loneliness and anger soaked into her body from the tone of his voice, weakening her completely. Feeling the deep sadness connected with suffocating need to cry but not being able to was too much to handle as she let out a quiet sob.

”Why would I go? I bought this whole fucking house for my own money. Everything in it was mine, still is! Money’s all I've ever been to everyone, so why the fuck would I leave, eh, Y/n?!” He raised his tone, angered with the reflection of his life. Y/n wasn't angry or sad that he was yelling at her.. but the feelings that he carried everyday quickly overwhelmed her as she cried.

Several minutes passed before he finally looked at her with a sigh.

”I’m sorry. I didn't mean to.” He said quietly, his voice sounded… so tired. Almost like he aged several years in just a couple minutes. Looking him in the eyes, Y/n turned to fully face him.

”Maybe that's not very comforting, but.. for me you weren't ever money and.. and I don't know who you were back then, but… here, now.. you're Tommy. And I wouldn't change you for anything or anyone else.” She whispered, cursing the fact that she couldn't touch him.

Because Y/n wished that he could hug him right now. Stroke his hair and squeeze him so tight that he'd be barely able to breathe. It took a couple minutes before the words sank in, causing him to nod and hide his face in his hands.

”I… I know, Y/n.” He let out with a groan, that was the last defense when it came to keeping tears in his eyes. ”That’s the issue. I’m.. I'm dead, Y/n. You shouldn't have gotten so close.”

Y/n was sitting there, picking on the material of her blouse nervously. Feeling like she was fifteen again, and she was about to get rejected by her first love interest.

”I know, but… I couldn't control it. And I don't regret it.” She spoke, surprising confidence in her voice made his eyes narrow as he glanced at her. His immaculate blue eyes filled with shock and annoyance, but still not ceasing to look absolutely stunning.

”I’m fucking dead, Y/n. There's no happy end or another chapter, do you understand? My fucking book ended long before you were born.” He snapped, but it didn't hurt her feelings.

Getting up, Y/n nodded and smiled at him weakly.

”It’s okay, Tommy.” Her voice was gentle.. understanding. Something he hasn't experienced even in his over thirty year old life. Standing by his side, she looked out of the window for a while. The weather was nice despite the gray clouds gathering in the sky. It was about to rain soon.

After several minutes Y/n moved away from the window, eyeing the vanity, which Tommy noticed quickly.

”It belonged to Grace.” She heard, and despite never hearing this name before.. she knew well who he was talking about.

So they lived like a couple ever since that day. Everything… besides the physical affection, of course. Neither of them dared to confess openly, because in Thomas’ eyes.. none of it mattered after all. He was dead and she was alive.

Y/n’s mental state was going worse as the.. longing grew. She longed to know how he was back when he was alive. She desperately wanted to know what his touch felt like, and… how his lips would fill on hers.

”You’re fading away.” He said one day, unable to keep ignoring the elephant in the room.

”Don’t worry about it.” She said, not answering anything else. She knew what was happening and… her feelings went numb. Mind spinning at the thought of living her life without knowing how his love tasted in a physical form. How it felt to hold his hand.

She was drowning and there was no way up… only down. Deeper into her misery, she went.

One day Y/n woke up… feeling peace. Having errands to run, she got up, ate breakfast, spoke to Tommy and left the house. Driving the car that day, she wasn't.. careful or anxious, as all the bad feelings were suddenly… gone.

Then.. It happened. A stray deer trying to cross the road to get to the other side of the forest, probably trying to catch up with the rest of the herd. Maybe it was trying to run away from a predator. Find its kids.. or purely food to survive.

Y/n wasn't sure for what reason the animal appeared on that road that day, but in a reflex and attempt to save it, she pulled the steering wheel hard to the right, crashing through the barrier and falling into the lake in front of her.

Her head was spinning, just like the whole car. It hit the ground and branches with every spin, but Y/n didn't feel any of it. As the day wore off, her hunches turned out to be correct.

Losing control of her body, she could almost watch the whole accident from a different perspective, seeing the amount of blood and dread on the scene of her own death.

Closing her eyes, Y/n felt the car sink deep into water, but at this point… she was gone already.

I'm scared, she thought as the dark was everything she felt and saw.

Everything will be okay, the familiar low voice answered.

Nothing hurts, was the first thing that she realized as she… woke up? That was a weird way to describe the sensation as she saw.. sun.

Getting up from the soft grass, she looked around seeing a field of.. beautiful sunflowers. Weather felt perfect and the air had something weird in it. Something.. sweet.

She knew she was dead.

”What am I doing here?” She asked out loud, as the understanding settled, and first thought pierced her.. mind. ”Where’s Tommy?”

Light touch on her shoulder made her turn around, startling her again. Turning around abruptly, she didn't expect to meet the sapphire eyes that she looked in for the last several months, but they seemed… brighter. Alive.

”Tommy, what are we doing here?” She asked, grabbing onto his shoulders out of panic.

”It’s okay.” He replied with a smile that was so unnatural for him. The heavy sadness not weighing on him anymore. ”We’re free now, love. We're free.” He repeated with happiness, but his expression changed as he felt the way she died. ”Why?” He asked in anger. Panic.

Y/n somehow knew what he was asking about, and she sobbed at the realization of where her hands were. Holding onto his shoulders.

Pulling him into embrace, she let out the tears that she kept in her eyes for a while. She was there. With him.

”I… I didn't mean to.. the.. the deer just appeared out.. of nowhere, but..” Her voice cracked as she grabbed his face in her hands, studying it in the most.. real form. She could feel him. She could feel his breathe on her face. ”It doesn't matter because I'm here with you, Tommy. We're together now.. here.” She whispered, laughing through the tears. The happiness was completely overwhelming, and his feelings were mixed.

”You.. you were so young, love.” He whispered, caressing her cheek with his thumb while looking around her face covered in tears.

She shook her head, leaning it on his chest.

”No, no.. I felt that my time ran out as soon as I woke up that day.. it's okay. I.. I’m happy, Tommy. I'm here with you.” She added, finally convincing him enough to make him smile again.

It slowly stretched on his lips before he.. giggled suddenly. His contagious laugh made her laugh as well, as they held each other for a moment before he fell silent. Grabbing her chin, he pulled her closer while his eyes fell shut. Feeling the warmth of her body against his was.. a heavenly experience.

”Please..” She whispered breathing shakily, unable to stand the anticipation anymore.

Thomas laughed out loud, unable to hold it in before he leaned down, his pink lips touching hers lightly at first. The kiss was sweet and gentle as they desperately held onto each other, easing into the closeness and realizing that… it was okay.

”I love you, Y/n.” He suddenly whispered after they parted, leaning his forehead on hers. Smile still lingering on her face.

”I love you, Thomas.” She answered, wrapping her arms around his core as they stood, just taking in each other's closeness.

After some time passed, Tommy tore away from her, grabbing her small hand in his bigger one.

”Come on now, love. There's so much I have to show you.”

Big thank you to my amazing friend @your-nanas-house for help with this one as well! 🥹🫶🏻🫶🏻

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pforpotatoo · 3 months

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some Jonathan crane x fem!yn doodles for you all ..

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pforpotatoo · 3 months

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i think that if jonathan crane just bent me over his desk and fucked the shit out of me, all of my problems would be solved.

#No because same

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pforpotatoo · 3 months

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Sometimes I wonder if anyone has ever used Cillian Murphy's lips as a reference photo for their lip filler appointment

#Yes Dr I want these pink luscious lips #cillian murphy #i need to have these lips on me one way or another

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pforpotatoo · 3 months

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Final exam with terrible and i cried on the way home so a little angst with a happy ending can help...

“Tell me how I’m supposed to un-love you, then. Tell me. Spare me.” from the latest list, with Tommy, Crane, Fischer or Neil

(sorry for the manipulation lol)

IF IT WORKS, IT WORKS, DON'T APOLOGIZE! I HOPE YOU'LL FEEL BETTER 😭 LOVE MY MUTUALS MUA

NOT GOOD FOR YOU

Tommy Shelby x Reader

Prompt: “Tell me how I’m supposed to un-love you, then. Tell me. Spare me.”

Warnings: angst, hurt, fluff

Notes: it's so cute tho. I hope you feel better, dear!

It's been eight days. Eight days since the last time Thomas reached out to you.

It was the most agonizing eight days you ever experienced, after getting used to him so much, you couldn't stop thinking about the blue eyed man. He was the highlight of your days and now that he is gone it was.. horrible.

Deep down you didn't even understand why he would treat you like this. You didn't... Do anything to him. Never done him wrong besides some minor arguments.

You couldn't stop thinking about it, the last day you saw each other. Everything was okay.. wasn't it? You were just.. working. Finn, you and Isaiah were getting rid of a pub that fucked with Peaky Blinders, Tommy was supposed to reach out to you and he never did.

You knew that for him you were just a stupid girl who got involved with a gang, but for you it was more than that. You were living off the great pay he provided for every blinder and they were like a family to you.

Maybe besides Thomas, but that's a different story.

After the ninth day passed you had enough, pulling on your black coat and riding your horse you went right on the Watery Lane, knowing that you're going to find him here. In his office, despite the late time.

The betting shop was closed, but you knew the back exit was always open. After all.. nobody would dare to come in besides fellow Blinders. Coming in, you locked the door behind while striding right to the main office where you could hear some noises. He was here.

Without knocking you barged in, seeing him behind his desk. You were panting from the ride and the rush, but Tommy didn't seem fazed.

”Why the fuck are you quiet?” You asked suddenly as he didn't even lift his gaze from the documents. The sound of your voice making him sigh deeply. Hearing nothing but silence again, you took two big steps towards the desk, ripping the papers off his hands and setting them aside. Leaning on the desk, you repeated. ”Why the fuck are you quiet, Thomas?”

Leaning back on his armchair, Tommy took a cigarette out of the pack, lighting it calmly before finally looking at you.

”Because you're not needed anymore.” His voice was cruel, cold while his eyes shifted away from your eyes. You knew he was lying.

”Keep that bullshit to yourself, I want the truth! I know you for twenty years Thomas, don't you dare to lie to me.” Your voice came out as a hiss from the frustration at his dirty moves. ”I was working my ass off for this family for so fucking long, and suddenly you go mute?” You added, racing back and forth in the room, limping lightly because of the pain in your stomach, feeling his gaze on your silhouette. He didn't see the wound through your clothes, but he knew well where it was.

”Find another job, Y/n. I'm doing you a favour.”

You suddenly stopped, looking at him in shock. Tears gathered in your eyes, making it impossible for him to look at them. You're doing it for her good, he tried to remind himself silently.

The last day you spent with Finn and Isaiah, Sabini men weren't playing fair in any way. Hiding behind the bar before you were left alone, to hold a knife by your throat, the other man attempting to shoot you, but because of Isaiah's help he missed, the bullet landing in your lower stomach instead.

Tommy never felt such fear before when you came to Polly, bleeding and on the verge of fainting. You looked like you were... Dying.

”I don't need you here anymore.” He added, standing up. Tommy's voice was now stronger as the memory invaded his brain.

Your eyes met his, tears streaming down your face as you took a step back, shaking your head lightly. You couldn't believe he was doing it to you.. now. After all these years. Your heart was broken, and the ice in his eyes was making you want to throw up.

”You're fucking heartless, Thomas. I regret spending so much time here, because all I did, was for you!” You exclaimed in a shaky voice, your tone breaking before you turned around.

Thomas' fist slammed against the wooden surface of the desk, startling you, but it was his words that stopped you in your tracks.

”I'm fucking doing it for you! Look what happened to you because of me, Y/n! That life isn't for you and you can't... You can't die because of it, for fucks sake!” His voice trembled as well, and when you turned around you could see him standing straight, finger pointing at you when he was breathing deeply.

”Thomas you can't decide for me! I know want I want and who I want, I'm fucking grown!” You yelled back.

”I need to protect you, y'hear me! You don't belong here, you should live a normal fucking life, away from people like us!” He moved around the desk, dropping the cigarette on the floor as he huffed at your stubbornness.

Your eyes narrowed seeing him so.. emotional. It never happened before, only when you were teenagers.

Taking a step forward, you ran a hand through your hair out of nerves before the truth spilled from your lips, unable to hold on.

”Tell me how I'm supposed to un-love you then, eh! Tell me!” Your voice was high pitched and he stared blankly as soon as the words reached his brain. He wasn't moving or replying, which made you even more angry. You couldn't stand it.

Taking a few steps you moved quickly, soon standing in front of him as you landed hit after hit in his chest, emotions too hot and burning to stay inside.

It came out way more shaky than you thought, your voice on the verge of sobbing out loud as you cried quietly. Pain in your heart felt like ripping you apart, and you were mad that he didn't reply. Ignoring your confession.

”Fucking spare me, you bastard!”

Your fists were slower with each punch, crying and the whole argument wearing you out as the wound started aching.

Only then did Thomas react, waking up from lethargy as he grabbed your wrists pulling you closer. He held you against him until you stopped trying to attack him, which took a minute.

His rough, calloused hands grabbed your face as he looked deeply into your eyes, checking if what you said was true. He was always doing it.

Finding what he looked for, Tommy shook his head with a sigh.

”Love, eh?” His thumb caressed your wet cheek, his chest hurting seeing you in such a state. It was a bad idea. Bad, bad idea, his mind tried to convince but.. in a too quiet voice.

Leaning his forehead on yours, he shut his own eyes, hands trembling lightly.

”You're so... Stubborn. I'm not good for you.” He whispered with a chuckle, as your hands reached for his face, holding his jaw. His body against yours was all you needed. All you ever needed.

Closing your eyes as well, you exhaled with relief.

”I don't care, Tommy. Please don't push me away.” You pleaded quietly, before he froze for a second.

A moment later he sat on the edge of the desk, his head resting on your chest as he hugged you, keeping you close. Tommy didn't need to say anything, you knew he gave in. He loved you too, even if he couldn't admit It yet.

Caressing his hair and petting his head, you calmed down, his breath becoming calm as well. It was perfect.

”I will protect you.” He promised, and his words were nothing else than his own way to admit he was in love with you, and wouldn't try to push you away anymore.

You both deserved it.

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LET ME LOVE YOU II

Robert Fischer x Reader

Request: I'm a sucker for arranged marriage trope and I was thinking what if y/n surprised Robert with his first Christmas present since his mother died cause no one ever got him anything since then (poor baby) :'( and that's the exact moment he falls inlove with her

”Merry Christmas!” Robert heard, passing by the parking lot. Forcing an obvious fake smile, he glanced at the man standing by his car before grabbing the keys from his hand and unlocking it, before he slid on the driver's seat.

Christmas, he thought with a scoff. The images from his childhood appear on his mind. Beautiful dark haired woman taking out the decorations from the box, hanging them to the little blue eyed boy. With excitement he'd reach the highest he could to hang the decorations, despite how badly it looked later.

”Good job, Robbie!” She cheered, clapping with a giggle as he turned around. Proud look on his face before jumping into his mum's embrace as she started tickling him.

Shaking his head lightly, he tried to get his mind off the painful memories.

Fucking Christmas. What should he do?

His wife's face appeared on his mind before he glanced at his watch. Twenty minutes left before the shopping centre would close. Tapping on the steering wheel, Robert's jaw clenched as he had to decide quickly.

Go or don't go. Go or don't go.

With an annoyed groan he changed directions, turning to the right as he headed to the shopping centre, cursing himself for how soft he gone under the influence of the pretty woman.

Getting out of the car, Robert couldn't help but stare at the little box on the passenger seat, not sure what he should do with it.

He didn't even remember how to do Christmas anymore. It's not like.. it was a big waste. After all these months of being horribly inattentive and cold towards his wife, he didn't expect her to want to spend that day with him. Robert wouldn't be surprised if he walked into an empty apartment. That's what you deserve, his subconscious whispered.

With a sigh, he shut the car door glancing at the present on the seat before turning around and heading to the building. Less than five minutes later he was entering the penthouse, eyes widening at the smell of food in the air. Colorful lights coming from the living room, quiet music in the air. Robert's eyes lit as he came closer, the sight of his beautiful wife.

Y/n was standing by the table, putting up two plates and glasses, wearing such a pretty red dress that he... lost his train of thoughts for a moment. She looked so wonderful, not even the bright decorations creatively put around the penthouse managed to get his attention. Background created from red candles standing on their shelves made her look.. almost unreal.

How did I manage to get her? Robert couldn't help but wonder in that moment, gulping the knot that formed in his throat.

Y/n noticed him in the doorway after a couple minutes as she turned around with a soft smile.

”Merry Christmas, Robert.” She spoke up, looking him in the eyes. She could see the mix of emotions on his face, just hoped that... He wasn't angry for organising Christmas Eve in their penthouse. Y/n was aware of the situation with his father and mother, and never meant to trigger any bad memories.

”Uhm.. Merry Christmas, Y/n.” He replied in a hoarse voice after clearing his throat. The wave of warmth hit him so suddenly, that he felt lost. Standing there and looking at her with.. weird look at his face.

Moving uncomfortably, Y/n felt bad for not asking about his opinion when it came to the decorations. Maybe he was upset...

”I'm sorry, Rob... I should've asked.. I just.. I remembered how your father talked about Christmas, so i thought you.. you haven't had them for a while and.. I was stupid, i'm sorry...” She went on with explanation, nervously stuttering and babbling as he stood in front of her, looking at her face but not realizing what was happening.

”I'm not mad, Y/n. I... I didn't hope that you'd be here when I come home.” Robert interrupted her after gulping loudly. He was honest, that's the least he could do after damaging their marriage for so long.

Y/n seemed to be surprised with his words, looking up at him with shock on her face.

”H-How? Of course I'm here, Robert. You're my husband, there's nowhere I could possibly rather be.” Y/n smiled weakly, seeing the wall of ice melting in his eyes. Coming closer she kissed his cheek, turning towards the kitchen as her own face got more red. Hotter.

Unable to see his smile.

The evening went incredible. Neither of them ever spoke as much to each other. Sitting by the table after Robert took shower and dressed nicely with the joy in his heart, because it felt like... A date.

A date that you should take her on finally, his subconsciousness whispered, making him nod.

They were talking, talking so much while laughing and exchanging shy looks. Drinking some red wine to the amazing meals Y/n made when he was at work. Robert got to know more about his wife than throughout this whole time of their marriage which somehow.. made him sad. But he was so grateful to be there with her.

”I didn't know this evening would go so well.” She finally admitted with a chuckle as they were leaning towards each other, grin on their faces accompanying Robert's flushed cheeks that were revealing how good he really felt with her.

Hearing her words, his heart ached a little. He was so horrible to her the whole time, that she expected Christmas Eve to go badly. After all these preparations and effort she put in...

His smile faded lightly, but still present as he reached for her hand, squeezing her smaller one.

”It's.. amazing. I was expecting to.. be skipped with Christmas. After all these months...” He murmured, looking at their hands, his eyes getting darker with sadness.

Seeing it Y/n got up immediately, thinking that she knows a way to.. cheer him up.

”You won't ever have to, Robert.” She said, honestly before giggling. ”Now close your eyes, Mr. Fischer.” Y/n added playfully, causing him to shake his head lightly with a chuckle before obeying and closing them shut. He could hear her tiny steps and the giggles accompanying them as she went to the other room and came back fairly quickly. "Okay, okay.. Give me your hand." Y/n demanded watching his face carefully. Smiling, Robert did as she asked before she put.. something in it. "Open" She urged, taking a step back and crossing arms on her chest with excitement but a bit of anxiety.

As soon as his gaze fell on the little Christman snow ball in his hands, Robert froze. Eyes shifting all over the beautiful, fragile decoration he watched every detail. Two little figures standing among snow, dressed in the winter clothing. Blue eyes of the little man in the ball staring into his own, as the realization set in.

It was Robert and Y/n. Holding hands and smiling. Happy marriage.

His eyes eventually moved onto Y/n's face who was chewing on her bottom lip, anxiously rubbing her palms from anxiety as he didn't say anything. The prolonging silence only made her feel even.. weirder, but the real fear nestled in her chest as Robert suddenly rose from his seat, leaving the gift on the table as he rushed to the door, leaving her alone.

Y/n's eyes widened, tears gathering under her eyelids as she couldn't believe that her present ruined the nice evening. She couldn't even apologize as he ran out so quickly, but as soon as she picked up her phone to call him, the door slammed shut again, making her jump startled.

With red cheeks and big eyes Robert came back, panting from the wild run. Little, golden box in his hand became visible only when he stood in front of her, stretching out his arm towards his wife.

"Here.." He breathed out in shaky voice, seeing her gaze. Now both of them were looking at each other with a 'deer caught on headlights' kind of look.

Put on the spot, Y/n had no other choice than open the box carefully, pretty silver ribon wrapped around it, giving it as Y/n's soft hand eased it lightly. Picking up the top of the box, she saw the... stunningly beautiful necklace laying on a small, decorative pillow. Tears swelled in her eyes quickly. Seeing it, Robert rushed with explanations.

"I... i bought it on my way home even though i was sure that... that you won't be here. I know that i already.. already ruined everything, but i..." He started with a shaky voice, looking for words that would help him explain his state of mind and his feelings. Newly discovered feelings, that he never felt before meeting her.

He would keep talking, if it wasn't for the sudden step forward that Y/n took. Grabbing his face, she ignored the tears decorating her own cheeks as she pulled him down, connecting their lips for the very first time besides the ceremony.

He froze, feeling her soft lips on his own, his body went limp and he gave up on the attempts of explaining himself some more. His big hands carefully reached for her face, holding the nape of her neck and cheek as they kissed, carefully moving their lips and exploring the new... beautiful feeling. The kiss lasted less than a couple minutes, but he didn't let the dust settle or the moment to pass.

"I love you, Y/n." He stuttered out before the confidence would leave him. She kept looking into his eyes, before falling into his embrace as she cried quietly.

For the first time not because Robert made her sad, but because.. she knew they would make it work. They would stay together and.. in love.

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