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pascalpanic · 3 years

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Miller Morales Mechanic Shop (Frankie Morales x f!Reader)

Part One of Miller Morales Mechanic Shop

Summary: Something is wrong with your car. What, exactly? You have no clue. So you bring it in to some professionals- who also have a toddler running around the shop.

W/C: 2.3k

Warnings: language, Frankie is a dad, brief mention of divorce and trauma bc poor Frankie, there is a child heavily involved in this so if you don’t like kids this isn’t for you :)

A/N: WELCOME TO PART ONE EVERYONE! This is such a cute AU and I’m BEYOND excited to start sharing it with you all! I don’t know how many parts this will be or anything but I can’t wait to take it and run with it.

Marisol Morales behaves for very few people. One of those is Ben Miller. Unfortunately, she has decided to break her own rules today.

Frankie loves summer. He loves his little girl playing outside in her baby pool, taking her for walks around the neighborhood with their three-legged dog, all of the fun parts. The hard part is when the nanny goes on a vacation and Mari has to come to work with him.

Benny and Frankie, ever since the chaos that was the Lorea mission, run a small mechanic shop together. Miller Morales Mechanic Shop isn’t necessarily the busiest place in town, but they make enough to get by and have some disposable income too. Mari loves to hang around the shop with her daddy and uncle. She’s there more than Frankie would like, but he supposes it’s not the worst thing in the world. When Frankie and Jules split and Frankie won full custody, he’d hoped a nanny would take care of most everything when Mari is home all day in summer. Sadly, he was in for a rude awakening when no Mary Poppins showed up on his doorstep.

It’s normally not too bad; Benny hung the moon in Mari’s eyes. If she won’t do something for her daddy, which is still somewhat rare, she’ll always do it for her Uncle Benny. That makes the day run much smoother. Mari has a whole host of quiet-time activities and toys to play with, and the men generally trade off periods of either working on the cars or being with the little girl.

Her favorite activities at the shop include drawing on the concrete with thick sticks of chalk and playing with her toy helicopters and planes. Benny insists tanks are cooler, but Mari prefers flying her Polly Pockets in the chopper, running through the garage and making flight noises. She’s a smart little thing; for her age, she’s picked up big words and can make sentences out of three words, which is quite a stretch for a baby just over two years of age. She calls for Benny and Daddy and knows the names of his tools: wench, scu-dwive, and her favorite, win-seeled wipe fwuid. She loves to babble at customers while they get their oil changed.

Being shit with cars is no fun. It only increases the anxiety when some light flashes on your dashboard. The lights can mean so many things that you find it ridiculous; “check engine”? Check it for what? To save yourself the anxiety, you find your nearest mechanic and pay them to deal with it.

Today, as you pull over into a gas station, you check your phone and find that the nearest shop is a place you haven’t heard of. It must be new. Miller Morales Mechanic Shop, 0.6 miles away. The name implies something more local and homegrown. You’re more than willing to support a place like that, so you start up the engine, pray you don’t explode, and make your way over to the shop.

It’s nearby, like the map indicated. The outside is a quaint little place, tucked in a strip mall next to a coffee shop, a dentist, and an insurance agency. The three car bays are empty, and knowing next to nothing about how these shops work, you pull inside and park your car, letting it run as you wait for an employee. The bell dinged to let them know you were here, so you stay patient and listen idly to the hum of the talk radio show from your car’s speakers.

After a minute or two pass, you realize that maybe this wasn’t the right place to be. Maybe you were supposed to go in the front or something. Concluding that you probably aren’t where you’re supposed to be, you turn off the car and get out only to be greeted by the sound of buzzing lips.

You can hear a baby’s voice, mimicking some kind of vehicle’s sound, and for a second you’re worried this place must have you hearing things. Then, from a swinging door to the front comes a little girl, running and babbling to herself about her toy helicopter.

She has a head full of dark brown curls, tied back into two puffs with pink scrunchies, and matching pink leggings and a t-shirt far too big for her, the back emblazoned with the shop’s logo. She’s barefoot, tiny feet slapping against the cold cement.

“I told you I had to piss, Fish!” A man’s voice shouts from one end of the garage.

“No you didn’t, dipshit!” Another man shouts back. Being caught in the middle of their argument is quite comical, if you’re being honest with yourself. “She’s fucking two! You can’t leave her alone like that, man!”

The first voice is matched to a person as a tall blonde man emerges from the customer service side of the shop. “Marisol Morales, come here,” he insists sternly as he rolls up the sleeves of his jumpsuit. “Come on, you’re gonna trip.” Ben is embroidered on a patch over his heart.

She pouts at him before stumbling forward and continuing to run, stopping as she sees you and looking up in confusion. Her lower lip sticks out in a pout as her eyes scan your face, as if she’s trying to remember if she knows who you are. “Hi,” she finally concedes as you bend to her level.

“Hi there,” you smile and hold out a hand. “What’s your name?” You pick her up, holding her on your hip so that she doesn’t trip, like Ben so desperately feared.

The second, unknown voice shouts for the little girl again before boots clunk on concrete up to you, rounding your car and stopping. This must be the girl’s father, you realize, as you rake your eyes up his body. He wears the same navy blue jumpsuit as the other man, though it’s unsnapped over his chest, exposing the white t-shirt beneath. The patch on his chest reads Catfish. He wears a ball cap and warm brown curls peek out from under it. He has scruff and a hooked nose that perfectly matches the one on the little girl. “I Mari,” she introduces herself proudly.

“Hey, leave her alone, Mar,” the man shakes his head as he hoists her up to hold her on his hip. “I’m so sorry about that,” he says with an embarrassed smile, showing a dimple beneath the scruff on his chin.

“No, it’s not a problem,” you laugh then set her down and tell the little girl your name. “Aren’t you just the cutest?” You chuckle as she looks at you. She blushes and buries her face in the man’s chest, giggling shyly.

He looks down at the little girl then up at you again. “Well, uh, hi. I’m Frankie, and you’ve met Mari already.”

“Your daughter?” you ask as you look at the pudgy little girl, who now stares at you in awe.

Frankie nods and adjusts his ball cap, pushing his hair back with it. “Yep. Our nanny is on vacation, so she gets to hang out around here,” he chuckles and kisses her head, setting her down. “Go see Benny, yeah?” He asks her. She happily waddles off towards the blonde man, who gives you a wave then heads into the back. “What brings you in?”

“Would you laugh if I told you I don’t really know?” You admit with a shy smile. “My check engine light came on while I was on the highway. I don’t know the first thing about cars, so I was hoping you’d figure out what that meant.”

“Nah, no laughing here,” he nods and gives you a genuine smile before looking over at your car. “Shouldn’t be too much of a problem. I’ll have you pop the hood for me and I’ll give it a look?” He asks.

“That would be great. Thank you,” you tell him, the desperation for his help in your voice. Now that you get the chance to really look at him, he’s quite attractive. His eyes are deep set and a beautiful brown, and they crinkle when he smiles. Facial expressions only accentuate the lines in his face, but he’s certainly not old. His eyes still hold his youth.

“No problem.” He leads you to the car and you pop the hood open before getting out. “Could I take your keys?” he asks you. “Just so I can turn it on and off and all that good stuff.”

“Yeah, of course,” you nod frantically and hand them over to him. “I’ll… be in the waiting room?”

“That’s how we usually do it,” he chuckles as he takes the keys from you. “Just shout for Benny if Mari annoys you again.”

That makes you frown. “She’s not annoying at all. She’s adorable,” you smile as you look over your shoulder and see her and the blonde man playing together.

“The two aren’t mutually exclusive,” he laughs and points his wrench at you as he walks to the hood of the car.

Shaking your head, you can’t help but laugh as you head back to the waiting room. You walk in and Mari perks up, turning to look at you. “Hi! Playing helicopter,” she tells you in her stunted speech as she holds up the toy.

“You sure are,” you nod and sit next to her. “Can I play?” You ask, looking up at Benny, silently asking him the question too.

He nods and Mari squeals happily. “Friend!” She shrieks and hands you another helicopter. “Go pew pew, okay?” She drags them across the toy mat like they’re cars, and you follow suit.

“Okay,” you laugh. Looking up at the blonde man, you extend a smile his way and introduce yourself. He’s busy repairing a Barbie dollhouse with a screwdriver.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Ben, Benny, whatever you wanna call me.”

Driving your helicopter around the ground, following Mari’s lead, you chuckle. “No preference?”

“Fish calls me Benny.”

“Fish?” You ask and tip your head.

“Frankie, whatever. We’re buddies from the service. His code name was Catfish,” the man explains with a shrug, testing the hinges of the plastic door.

That makes you smile down at Frankie’s daughter. “Really, just buddies? Could’ve sworn you’d be brothers,” you tease the blonde, blue-eyed man. “Does Frankie know how to do his daughter’s hair?” You ask and fiddle with her two pigtails.

“Yes, he does,” Frankie insists as he walks out to the front, cleaning a wrench. “But just barely.”

You look up at him, embarrassed. “Her pigtails just look a little messy. Then again, she was running around like crazy,” you laugh and watch her rush over to Frankie, insisting he pick her up.

Bending down to grab her, Frankie groans at the ache in his joints. “She was. I could use some pointers, if you’ve got ‘em.”

“Of course,” you nod and stand too, brushing the dust from the concrete floor off on your pants. “What’s the verdict on the car?” You ask.

Frankie turned, watching as Benny walks out to the shop, but he turns back to face you. “Oh, right. The engine was misfiring, and unburned fuel was being put into the exhaust system, and that damaged the catalytic converter.”

You nod as you listen to him, really staring at his face more than anything. He’s just so damn pretty, you note as you admire the curve of his nose, his slightly sunken and dark eyes. His lips look beautiful and soft, even though they seem a little chapped. When he stops talking, it takes you a second to process it. “I don’t know what that means,” you admit with a shy smile. “I told you. I don’t know shit about cars,” you laugh, playing it off like you were lost when you were really lost in his eyes.

He shakes his head and laughs, bouncing Mari on his hip. “Your car is gonna need some work. Couple hours,” he shrugs. “If Benny and I get to working on it together, an hour and a half, maybe?” He admits.

“Yeah, that’s great. I can watch Mari,” you offer.

Frankie would never be this trusting normally. You’re a straight-up stranger, but your demeanor is good enough for him. Besides, you’re right here. He can check on the two of you every so often, and Mari seems to love you. “That would be great,” he smiles. “You really don’t have to.”

“No, I have nothing better to do,” you chuckle and look at the little girl. “You wanna play?”

Mari nods excitedly and Frankie sets her down. She rushes back to her toy mat and you watch her go. “Thank you, again, for fixing all this.”

“Just doing my job,” he nods. This time, it’s his turn to admire you. He stares at your face, examining the curves and angles that make you up. Your eyes are kind and warm as they follow the little girl, and he can see that he’s making a good choice here.

When you sit down, Mari comes and sits cross-legged across from you. “What are we gonna play?” You ask her, looking at her wide variety of toys. Her pile includes dinosaurs, Matchbox cars, lots of toy helicopters and planes, Barbie dolls, and a plastic tea set.

“Tea party!” She says and hands you a tiny plastic cup and a felt muffin.

“Oh my goodness,” you gasp in a fake accent. “How delightful!”

Frankie peeks over his shoulder at the two of you. He could really get used to that sight.

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a-libra-writes · 3 years

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Okay but now I have to ask, could you maybe do a sort of part 2 for that ask with all the Shelby brothers falling for reader, where the reader chooses only one of them? Like different headcanons for each brother, with the different reactions and all? I thank you a lot❤❤❤❤

Anon rolling in here for THE ANGST. sequel to this post!

Choosing Tommy ->

A not-so-small, arrogant part of him knew this would happen, but at the same time, he's relieved. You started to chip away at the façade he presents to others, and you've seen him at some truly low points. You don't want to "save" him, you don't want him for his power or money - you just see him as he is.

And when you both decide to be a couple, he starts to find that terrifying. Especially if this is after he lost Grace, he suddenly feels too vulnerable. You could disappear like she did, or you could leave him once you realize what a fucked up family you've gotten into.

But you're sweet to him, and sweeter to Charlie, and some days Thomas is so full of anxiety that it'll all come crashing down, he regrets hiring you all that time ago. Maybe if he hadn't, you'd be safer, or happier. That ugly thought passes, but it sticks to him during the awful days.

John and Arthur anticipated this would happen, and it's just one more sore point between them and Tommy. They'll move on eventually, though more than once they've given their brother a heated talking-to about treating you properly.

Though his siblings and Polly begin to notice some changes in his mood, some more optimism, some less... usual self-sabotaging Thomas behavior. And he starts learning all sorts of things about you, things he hadn't noticed because he was too busy trying to impress you or stuck in his own head.

Choosing Arthur ->

Arthur's in total disbelief when you tell him your feelings. He takes so long to respond, you assume he's not interested, and he has to quickly keep you from leaving the room. He just didn't expect... after all the awful wounds you've stitched up, and the bad days you've coaxed him out of ... he really didn't think you'd want to stick around. You saw all that and you still chose him? Especially compared to Tommy?

Yeah, he's got that major inferiority complex to Tommy. It's probably best that you act ignorant to Tommy's crush on you, or Arthur will become anxious and insecure. He'd never say it out loud, but his anxiety tells him that you'll change your mind if he screws up hard enough.

When you express these worries to Polly, she makes sure Tommy doesn't even attempt to interfere. Even him being too friendly with you might be seen as you 'choosing' him. No, it's not a healthy dynamic, and it makes things uncomfortable for up to a year... but then things settle down.

Arthur will start to have more confidence the longer you're with him, and will believe you genuinely love him for who he is. And you do! It's just difficult for him to deal with during his darker days.

John is pretty fucking annoyed when you go with Arthur, but after a while he starts to see how good you are for him and he appreciates you. He starts treating you more like a sister. Once your odd sort-of cold war with Tommy settles down, he also appreciates what you do for Arthur and is willing to say so... though there's still some odd longing in his eyes now and again.

Choosing John ->

Wait… what? He honestly didn’t expect this, but when you tell John your feelings, he’s jazzed. He knew you felt the same way! There definitely wasn’t horrible, self-crushing doubt in the wee hours of the morning as he drank himself sick.

Naturally, his enthusiasm doesn’t go over well with his brothers. Arthur is pissed, but willing to hang his head and stand aside. Tommy can’t believe it. He’s almost offended. Rest assured, John will come to blows to Arthur at some point in the future (but then they’ll work it out, thanks to you and Polly), but John and Tommy will always have an icy tension simmering under the surface. In private, Polly tells Tommy to knock it the hell off and just let you be happy. She knows he just hates losing.

John might still have some lingering doubts about why you chose him, but he struggles to voice them out loud... You'd just notice days where he'd become more insecure or listless, and you'd have to reassure him in a roundabout way. Goodness knows these men can't just talk about their feelings.

Though after a while of being with you, he has plenty of confidence and less and less insecurity. He loves having you as a partner and can't believe how lucky he is.

#thomas shelby x reader #arthur shelby x reader #john shelby x reader #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders imagine #libra headcanons

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kaiserkeller · 3 years

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More information regarding Alfred Lennon

(A lot of the information I have gathered about Alf and his relationship with John when they reconnected has been taken from the wonderful johnandcynthialennon blog — so big thank you to them!)

I wanted to outline exactly why John and his father, despite reconnecting when The Beatles became successful, became estranged again, particularly after John divorced Cynthia and married Yoko.

As detailed in the quote post from Pauline Lennon Stone’s book, ‘Daddy Come Home: True Story of John Lennon and His Father’ (1990), it appears that when Alfred came back into his son’s life in 1964, John was yearning for that closeness; that real father/son bond that families are ‘supposed’ to have. Pauline states that it was relatively easy for Alfred to move into Kenwood (albeit very temporarily) because of Cynthia’s kind nature and eagerness to see if the two could salvage any sort of relationship and that John appeared hesitant yet relatively happy to have him in the house, even though his busy days and frequent lie-ins meant that the two barely saw each other. However, she writes that Alfred did not enjoy life at Kenwood as one would expect, describing him as “restless”, something which was pointed out plainly to him by Lillian Powell on a visit to the house.

How this unfolded is interesting. Pauline states that Alfred, although apparently not happy living with his son, was uneasy about telling him he wanted to move out and find a place of his own. According to her, Alfred was very concerned about John’s feelings and especially hurting him (although this seems a stark character change from what we already know about him). However, apparently Lillian was very proactive with her idea and took it upon herself to relay the news to John of his father’s departure (again). John, not uncharacteristically, tried to present himself as uninterested by the developments and did not allow the others to see distinctly that they had hurt him:

“However, this restoration of freedom was marred by John’s disappointment at his leaving. Freddie had detected a look of dismay on his face as Cynthia informed him of the arrangements that had been made. But it was clear from his withdrawn attitude that he had not expected this turn of events. And Freddie learned later from John Francis, the part-time chauffeur, that John had been ‘very upset indeed’ about his father’s departure. Nevertheless he gave orders to Dot to ensure that Freddie was given a couple weeks’ supply of food, and Cynthia went to great trouble to provide him with a carpet, a TV and some bedding for the new flat.”

Freddie moved out, and the only meeting of note next was the following year, when he came to introduce Pauline (or Polly, as he called her) to John and Cynthia. I’ve already mentioned in a previous post that the motive behind the meeting was really to ask the couple to give Pauline a job, as she was no longer studying at University. Pauline was hired at Kenwood for a short while as secretary and occasional nanny, but Cynthia would later recall that it was a “nightmare. She was constantly in tears and arguing with her mother over Alf. She slept in the attic and we’d hear her screaming down the phone and sobbing up there.” The couple eventually moved to Brighton together after marrying in Gretna Green.

Here’s where things between John and Alfred get more complicated, though. I have no reason to believe that Pauline has a particular motive with her story telling, and she appears to be relatively honest about Alfred and the way he acted, even if it puts him in a bad light. However, he was her husband, and considering he didn’t gain anything at all really from being John’s father, I believe she genuinely loved him. Therefore, there are elements of her recollection that I have to take with a pinch of salt, for example: her complete brushing off of the possibility that Alfred tried to seduce Cynthia.

“However, it was the question Cynthia's evenings out with the girls which brought about a rift between John and Freddie and led John blowing his top with his father for the first but not the last time. During one of my weekend visits to Freddie in Kew we bumped into Cynthia in a nightclub one Saturday evening. Whether it was due to an excess of alcohol or simply the prompting of old-fashioned values I'm not sure, but Freddie was deeply shocked to find John's wife clubbing without a suitable escort and he treated her to a lecture on the subject of wifely duties. It was one of the few occasions when I was really mad with Freddie. I knew he had a terrible habit of saying the most outrageous things under the influence of whisky, but I was furious with him for offending Cynthia. I realized with despair that he had gone much too far, but what I did not realize was that certain members of John's entourage who were also present in the club would report his words to John in a totally contorted form. In fact several different versions of the truth reached John's ears - the most ridiculous of which being that Freddie had attempted to seduce his daughter-in-law! The accusations were nevertheless sufficient to enrage John, and without waiting to verify their validity he paid an impromptu visit to Kew the next morning, en route for London in his Rolls.”

Pauline’s account is plausible and does make sense, however the owner of johnandcynthialennon.blogspot.com makes a good point in commenting that it presents an angle on Cynthia that we’re not too familiar with. Her account of seeing Cynthia at a nightclub without John is not the ‘mumsy’ homebody we’re usually presented with, giving the impression that perhaps Cynthia had much more of a social life than she typically let on? Or maybe a story made up by Pauline to avoid making her relationship with the man already widely viewed by many as untrustworthy seem weak?

It’s possible that the story, like a game of Chinese Whispers, was highly exaggerated by John’s close circle to give him a sound reason to cut off the man they assumed to be gold-digging off his now-rich-and-famous son. But I would just like to point out that this particular story of attempted seduction was supported by John’s close friend from childhood, Pete Shotton, in his book ‘John Lennon in My Life’ (1983):

“Eventually, however, Freddie exhausted the limits of even John's tolerance when he attempted to seduce his daughter-in-law. Cyn was so distraught that John threw his father out of the house, and refused ever to see him again.”

This makes a lot more sense knowing that this really was the end of their relationship, as when Alfred took his baby son David to see his half-brother and his new wife Yoko in 1969, John explicitly let him know that he couldn’t care less. I doubt that he would have been so angry with his father if Cynthia had outlined that the worst he did was a meaningless misogynistic lecture on female roles. John did very briefly reconnect with his father in 1976 when Alfred was ill with cancer, and later offered to pay for the funeral, but Pauline refused. Despite everything, at the end John still cared about his father, but the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, though poison it may be.

#is this the longest post i’ve written? maybe #sorry if it’s not written well too but i tried to explain it the best i could #john lennon #alfred lennon #cynthia lennon #pauline lennon stone #pete shotton #lillian powell #the beatles #paul mccartney #george harrison #ringo starr #classic rock #1960s #60s #quote

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moral-turpitudes · 3 years

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Roses 🥀:

Trigger Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Fluff, Mentions of an Age Gap (sort-of, nothing happens).

Word Count: 3,835

Characters: Thomas Shelby x Female!Reader, Finn Shelby x Female!Reader

Requested: Yes

Requested by: @msbzowy, I apologize for it taking so long, this was such a joy to write!

Summary: Y/N is sent flowers from a secret admirer, making Thomas a bit jealous as he realizes he’s harbored feelings for her. Meanwhile, her admirer turns out to be none other than the youngest blinder, Finn Shelby.

The smell of roses filled the room as Thomas walked in, the soft petals strewn over the shop floors as the sun shined brightly through the dusty windows, giving an almost pink hue to the room.

As Thomas sat down in his office, the smell only grew stronger as he looked around, opening up every drawer to see them all stuffed with bouquets of roses. He frantically picked them out, throwing them on the ground harshly as the thorns pricked at his fingers, small traces of blood coming through the skin with the contact. As he threw them in the bin he noticed Y/N standing there, her face fixed in a permanent smile as she clutched what seemed to be a hundred roses, all wilting and wet. Her eyes were tired and her clothes were soaking as she stood there, the usual bustling around the shop becoming eerily silent as she stepped into the room, his brothers all following as they carried more wilted roses in their arms.

“Take these. Now.” She said in a menacing tone as she got closer, the rest of the blinders advancing towards him as he backed up against a bookshelf. His eyes fixed on Y/N as she stalked towards him. His breathing quickened as he reached out to take them from her, a piercing scream rang from the doorway as he did so. Polly was holding another bouquet in the doorway, her eyes boring into his as she stood there.

He looked around to see everyone’s faces plastered with wicked smiles as they watched him, all silent as the room grew from a pink hue to red, with only another piercing scream coming from Polly as the roses Y/N was holding plunged their way stem-first into his heart.

With a gasp, Thomas awoke. The air in the room seeming thick as he looked around the large bedroom. The sound of birds chirping and Charlie playing down the hall with the nanny as he got a grasp on his surroundings.

Once composed, he got ready, knowing he had to be at the shop soon. No matter how jarring a nightmare he had, the business never stopped, and so he had to continue even through the madness.

It had been a week since the first bouquet of red roses arrived at the shop, the mailman smiling as he placed it on Y/N’s desk near Thomas’ office.

“Oh these are lovely! Thank you!” She said, dismissing him to go about his deliveries. Polly coming over as curious as a cat.

“Who’s the admirer Y/N?” She asked, smelling one of the roses.

“Oh uh...well...it doesn’t say. There’s no note.” She said, fiddling with the flowers in search of one.

“Interesting. Well enjoy love. This is the most color the shop has seen since Christmas.” She said.

“Thanks Pol, I will.” She said, a genuine smile on her face as she placed them on the corner of her desk.

As the week went on though, the flowers became a regular occurrence. By Friday she’d had 5 bouquets lined up, almost to where she was hidden behind them.

“Who’s the lucky lad aye?” Thomas asked as he walked by, only taking a real interest after the third day the bouquet’s came, forever being oblivious to things that weren’t work related.

“I was going to ask you Tommy. I haven’t the slightest clue. It’s strange now though. I’ll have a whole rose garden by next week it seems.” She said with a light laugh that made Tommy’s heart do flips. She carefully cleared them off her desk to where they sat along the floor, hoping that would be the end of them.

“I’ll decorate the office with them, no use having them all here.” She said, grabbing two vases and placing one on Polly and Esme’s desks.

“Have fun with that. Just leave them out of my office though, love.” He said.

“No problem.” She said, retrieving the other two and placing them on Lizzie and Johns desks.

After the weekend flew by, Y/N hesitantly opened the door to the shop early that Monday morning to find another bouquet placed on her desk, a slight smile appearing on her face as she looked around the room.

“Christ. The poor lads in love.” Polly said as she walked in, seeing the bouquets placed on almost everyone’s desks.

“I still don’t know who it is though. Not a fucking clue Pol.” She said with a sigh.

“I’ll keep my eyes peeled this week. You do the same.” Polly said as she sat down, returning to the work she’d left from the week prior.

“Will do.” Y/N said, starting on her own paper work.

Thomas smirked as he walked in past her desk, Y/N not noticing as he went straight to his office. His suspicions started to grow with each passing day, eventually leading to the nightmare that he’d had later that week.

Thomas nervously went into his office later that Friday. It had been a week since the first onslaught of them, with no man in sight besides the delivery man. But something inside him made him feel something was off. The nightmare only fueling his anxiety as he thought about it.

“Pol, can I have a word?” He said from his doorway, his slender frame leaning out just so she could see him.

Polly nodded and came in, her head swimming with questions.

“This has to stop.” He said sitting at his desk, running a hand through his hair.

“What does Tom?” She asked.

“The roses. I can’t tell if someone’s trying to send me a message or a threat or what. Whoever it is they know where we are and what we do. And they somehow know when she’ll be in the office.” He said, his hatred for uncertainty shining through.

“I don’t think anyone’s after you or the company Tommy. If anything someone’s after her...not in a bad way though.” She said.

“What do you know about roses in dreams?” He asked, lighting a cigarette.

“You’ll have to be more specific.” She said, sighing as she got comfortable in one of the armchairs in the room.

“I had a nightmare...last night... where you were screaming, and everyone was holding wilted fucking roses and...Y/N stabbed me in the heart with them.” He said, the memory of it causing his brows to furrow.

“Well, in general roses are for affection, but if she stabbed you with them, that’s hard to say. But if they’re wilted...that could be a relationship ending...although I’m not sure one has even begun. If I were you I wouldn’t look into it too much.” She said, trying to console him.

“Why not?” He asked.

“It’ll only stress you out more. You don’t need that on you with everyone going on already. If she likes the person, I’m sure she’ll return the favor. Those roses probably weren’t cheap in the first place.” She said.

“Alright, well until then can you help get a family meeting together? I’m trying to see if we can narrow down who’s sending them. I don’t like that they know our business and hers.” He said.

“Okay. May I ask one thing?” She said, looking into her nephews eyes. She’s seen the look only a few times before.

“Are you jealous of this person? Perhaps the roses were for her not reciprocating your feelings.” She said.

Thomas chuckled as he took a drag from his cigarette, his eyes cutting away from Polly’s to stare out the window.

“If I was I would’ve found the lad wouldn’t I? I can’t control who she likes or who likes her.” He said.

“Well, you’re pretty involved for someone who isn’t jealous. I’ll see what I can do, but until then keep your eyes peeled. I’ve told Y/N to do the same.” She said.

“Alright.” He said, watching her leave as he blew out a puff of smoke. The dream still running circles through his mind.

Later that night Polly let everyone go early as she told Arthur and John of the family meeting, the other workers all filing out, including Y/N.

“Hey Y/N...” Thomas said, holding the door for her as she walked out of the shop.

“Yeah?” She asked, the cold air causing her to wrap her coat tightly around her as she stared into his ice-blue eyes.

“The roses haven’t been sent to your house have they?” He asked.

“No. Why?” She asked, clutching one of the smaller more recent bouquets.

“Good. I’m trying to look into who sent them.” He said.

“Oh, thank you. They were uh...sweet the first time ‘round but after two weeks it’s kind of concerning me.” She said, a nervous chuckle escaping her lips as she looked around.

“Me too. I’ll let you know if I find out anything alright?” He asked.

“Okay Tommy. Goodnight.” She said, turning away from him.

“Goodnight.” He said, watching her walk away down the cold streets. Something pained him to see her walking alone, suddenly walking towards her on a whim.

“Y/N wait!” He said loud enough so that she stopped.

“Would you...would you like me to walk you home?” He asked.

Y/N’s face heated up as she looked down, trying to hide it from him.

“Sure.” She said. Her heart racing in her chest as they continued down the narrow walkway.

She’d admired the man from afar for most of her employment, but never had the courage to talk to him more outside of work. He was a busy man and all and she knew he was notorious for nabbing various women, but here she was being walked home by the man who only recently started talking to her more as the hundreds of flowers trickled in.

“I have a peculiar question Tommy...” She said, as they neared her apartment.

“I may have a peculiar answer.” He said, smirking as he looked at her. Her eyes glinting in the setting sun as she turned to him.

“You weren’t the one who sent them were you?” She asked.

As much as he abhorred the thought of a hundred flowers, he wished he would’ve been the one sending them. Loving the way the color of the roses illuminated her skin. The way her smile grew at the sight of them. It was in these two weeks that he realized he should’ve sent them, even if he wasn’t one for flowers, he’d have filled the whole room with them just to see her smile.

With a hurt look in his eyes, he spoke. His answer slipping off his lips as he looked at her.

“No. Unfortunately I’m not one for many flowers. But I would’ve sent one at least. Whoever this was...clearly has me beat.” He said.

“Oh, well, if anything I hope you can find out who it was. Good luck with your search.” She said, unlocking her door.

“Oh and Tommy?” She asked as he turned around, her hair blowing slightly in the cool wind.

“Thank you for walking me back. It was nice to have your company.” She said, giving him a small smile as he nodded and resumed his walk back to the shop. His heart aching and angered at the same time. Someone out there had outdone him, and it was only a matter of time before he found out who.

Back at the shop, everyone gathered around the table as they chatted. Patiently waiting for Thomas and Finn as the sun finally set for the night. With a harsh slam of the door, Finn waltzed in, fingers bandaged as he looked at the roses on everyone’s desks.

“Oi! Where you been brother? Tommy’s called a meeting but hasn’t shown yet. We were wondering if you knew where he was.” Arthur said, causing all eyes to go to the young Shelby.

“Oh uh, I was at the stables. Helping the horses.” He said.

“Did they try to eat your fingers? Look at the bandages on them...” Polly said slowly uncovering them to see small red pricks of dried blood. Her smirk grew wide as she looked at him, his face paling as he realized he’d been caught quite literally red-handed at this point.

“Well aren’t you just a little Cupid!” She said. The others looking at the two like they had ten heads.

“The flowers....Finn sent them.” She said, sitting back proudly in her seat.

“Well well well...Finny boy has a crush aye?” John said slapping his younger brother on the shoulder.

“I’d say he has more than a crush. He’s in love.” Ada said teasingly.

Finn’s face flushed as red as a tomato, his heart racing as he sat down. Embarrassed that he’d picked so many for her.

“Right, so let me take a wild guess. It’s Y/N innit? You know she’s older than you right?” Arthur asked, smiling.

Finn sighed and ran a hand through his tousled hair, the pain from the thorns pricking him finally taking their toll.

“You’d have a promising job as florist brother...if the job with us doesn’t work out.” John said, earning a chuckle from the group.

“Well personally I think it’s cute...But Arthur’s right Finn. She’s much older than you. She didn’t even know who they were from, love.” Ada said.

“I should’ve just kept it to myself. No one would ever go for me anyway.” He said, a sullen tone to his voice. His heart felt like it was stabbed and crushed with the weight of a thousand bricks as he took in the reality of the situation. He’d only liked her from afar, never knowing how to approach her even though she was much older than him. It pained him to know a number held so much weight but it did, and no one could change that.

“Oh Finn...you’ll find someone. I know there’s many a girl your age at the shops down the street. Seems like that’s where they all go to hang out anyways besides the Garrison. I’ll tell Isiah to tag along with ya when I see him tomorrow how about that?” Polly asked, holding his hand.

Finn sighed again, knowing his crush had to end at some point. It’s why they called them crushes after all.

“Yeah...alright. I’ll go down there. I’ll throw those out later.” He said, gesturing to the flowers.

“You know what Finn? One thing ya did right though is you showed Tommy up. He practically had to chase her out the door to see who was sending them. He’s a bit jealous she has such an amazing admirer.” Ada said, a small smile on her face.

“Oh great. Tommy will kill me then aye?” He asked.

“Only one way to find out.” John said, pointing to the front door that swung open.

Thomas walked in, a frustrated look on his face as he neared the family.

“Aye Tommy where were ya?” Arthur asked, trying to hide a smile.

“Walking Y/N home. Speaking of that...I’d like to know if any of you know who’s been sending the fucking flowers? If it’s none of you then it’s some other man trying to drag us into something.” He said, lighting a cigarette as he sat down.

“I uh...I sent them Tom.” Finn said quietly, avoiding his gaze.

“What?” He asked.

“I...I sent the flowers. Bloody stupid of me aye?” He said, laughing at himself to lessen the blow.

“Ah...so...you’re her little admirer then...that’s cute.” He said, his tone low. Finn clutched his fists at his side as he nervously shifted in his seat.

“I’m serious Tom. I was stupid for even laying my eyes on her in the first place. Didn’t know she was older than me by that much.” He said, wanting to run out of the shop and never look back.

“Well, a little brotherly advice Finn. If you’re going to send a girl roses, make sure they’re you’re age and make sure you only send one bouquet alright? 10 were a bit....” Tommy said trailing off.

“Desperate.” John said, Tommy smirking and pointing at him.

“Aye, desperate.” He said, blowing a puff of smoke from his lips.

“So is this meeting over then? Am I free to go? I’d say we solved the fucking case.” Finn said.

“Yes it is. Everyone can go. Except you Finn. I want to talk to ya.” He said.

Finn rolled his eyes and stayed seated as everyone got up to leave. The shop soon turning eerily silent.

“You gonna shoot me or just laugh like all the others?” Finn asked.

“Neither. I would’ve done the same thing at your age.” He said.

“I don’t buy it. You just can’t stand the fact I did something about her before you could, right?” He asked.

Thomas pulled a chair up near him, his blue eyes staring into his.

“You did beat me to it I give you that. I just wouldn’t have sent her a hundred of them.” He said.

“She obviously likes you more though Tommy....I’ve seen the way she looked at ya when the flowers came in. I should’ve known then I guess.” He said, growing done with the conversation. Wanting to desperately run to the comforts of the Garrison.

Thomas sighed as he sat back in his chair, the sadness in his little brothers eyes reminiscent of his own many moons ago.

“Look, brother. I’m not mad alright? I’ve eyed the wrong people before and it hurt almost as much as being stabbed. You’ll find someone though alright? I’ll see to that if need fucking be.” He said.

“I’m just embarrassed I even liked her.” Finn said, fiddling with the bandages on his hands.

“We can’t always help who we like or who we love Finn. But we can always find someone for us. You’ll find her. I promise.” He said.

“You never make promises Tommy.” He said, looking at the floor.

“I only makes ones that I know will be true. With a mug like yours you’ll find someone. I bet tomorrow someone will walk in and you’ll be picking roses for them for the rest of your life.” He said with a small smile.

Finn chuckled as he got up, adjusting his cap.

“So she likes you then?” He asked.

“I think so. I’ll understand if you hate me.” Tommy said, taking a drag from his cigarette.

“Just don’t break her heart. I can see she has one at least.” Finn said.

“I won’t. But I may need help with a bouquet soon.” Tommy said.

Finn smirked and shook his head.

“No. My work is done. That’s up to you now Tommy. Good luck with Y/N though alright? I’ll come by tomorrow and pick all of them up before she comes in. Save myself the embarrassment.” He said.

“I got it brother. Just tell her tomorrow.” He said.

“You mean you won’t?” Finn asked.

“No, that’s your business.” He said.

“Alright.” He said, heading towards the door.

“Where are you going this late Finn?” Tommy asked.

“To the Garrison, I need a drink.” He said.

“Take one of the these fucking roses will ya. Who knows, you may need it.” He said.

Finn plucked one from a vase nearby, tipping his cap to him on the way out.

With a long sigh Thomas looked around at all the vases, there seemed to be almost as many as there were in his nightmare, but at least this part had a somewhat happy ending, even if in the end it was Finn who got stabbed in the heart with rose stems. But it was only a matter of time before something worked out for the youngest Shelby.

The next morning Y/N made her way in to the shop, the thought of seeing another bouquet making her cringe as she opened the door. To her surprise the shop was empty, all except for one bouquet on her desk.

“Morning Y/N.” Finn said quietly, startling her slightly.

“Oh hi Finn! How are you love?” She asked.

“Good...I uh...wanted to tell you something.” He said, nervously putting his hands in his pockets.

“Of course, what is it?” She asked, leaning against her desk. Thomas was eyeing their interaction from his office, smirking to himself as he watched Finn doing one of the hardest things he’s had to do since taking a bullet to the arm.

“I uh...sent you all those roses. Tommy thought it would be best if I told you, seeing as it worried you. I-I liked you for a while and didn’t really know what to do about it and so I may have went overboard on the flowers. I’m sorry.” He said quickly, Y/N looking at the floor with her arms crossed over her chest.

“Finn...” she said quietly.

“I appreciate them. So so much alright? I just....my heart is somewhere else and I’m also older. Don’t get me wrong you’re very charming. I think all the Shelby’s can learn something from you. But just know I don’t feel the same way. I do appreciate them though, it’s probably the sweetest thing that I’ve ever gotten. So thank you.” She said, giving him a small hug.

“I figured that...but it’s fine. I’m happy they made you happy. It’s alright though. I uh, may have met someone else anyway.” He said, his cheeks flushing.

“Oh really? Who’s the lucky lady?” She asked.

“Someone I met last night. I went to the Garrison.” He said.

“I’m happy for you. You’ll have to tell Tommy.” She said, eyeing his office.

“Oh no it’s fine I’m sure he won’t-“ Finn started to say as Tommy walked out.

“Aye Finn! How’d the Garrison go?” He asked, walking near Y/N and holding her hand. He never did that in public really but with the shop being almost empty on a Saturday he figured why not. To his surprise she actually did it back, making his heart race slightly.

“It-it was good. I told Y/N about my attempt at trying to win her over.” He said chuckling at his efforts.

“I see. Did you manage meet anyone last night?” He asked.

“Actually yeah....she’s nice...kind of like Y/N. She’s a florist matter of fact. Turns out she eyed me at the shop when I’d bought some last week. I’m going to see her today, if that’s okay with you and Pol.” He said nervously.

“Of course. Don’t get into too much trouble though, I really don’t want to pull a bullet out your arm later.” He said.

“Finn, wait!” Y/N said, breaking free from Tommy’s hand to hand Finn the roses that were left.

“Take these. She’ll love them.” She said.

“Alright. Thanks you two. Don’t you both go getting into trouble either. I’d rather not have to come back in to work today.” He said.

“Oh I can’t promise that.” Tommy said, smirking at Y/N.

“Oh fuck off Tom.” He said, chuckling and quickly leaving the shop. His heart racing as he ran to the girl meant for him. Finally healing from the past with each step he took.

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The Proposal | Chapter One

The Proposal Masterlist

Summary: The Proposal™ au, where Ivar gets swept away in a lie about a fake engagement to stay in the country and needs to convince everyone (including his family) that he’s genuinely engaged to a woman he works with

Warnings: use of the word cripple, mild swearing

Word Count: 1,967

With two cups of coffee in hand and a binder under your left arm, you exited the elevator. It was a delicate balancing act and you already managed to drop the binder once... five blocks from here. Admittedly, the coffees were far more important than that.

“Good morning, Y/N!”

Your head spun around to greet your coworker, a grin on your face. “Well good morning, Paola.” Work was always more pleasant before the boss came in. You walked over and sat upon her desk, enjoying the few minutes of chatter everybody engaged in. It wouldn’t last much longer.

“Did you enjoy your date this weekend,” Paola asked as she looked up on you.

You gave an over dramatic groan and rolled your eyes. “I’d rather not be reminded of it. All he did was talk about his exes. Look, here’s some solid advice, Polly. When a guy says all his exes are crazy he’s probably the problem.”

Granted, you still went out with him to begin with. It was a testament to your own bad taste. “What a shame,” Paola huffed as she leaned back in her seat. “I made a bet earlier with Kara that you’d really hit it off with him.”

“I’ll consider that your karma for making bets about my love life then,” you teased.

The building settled into small talk. You talked more about past relationships and Paola encouraged you to find someone. She was currently engaged, and you figured she wanted someone to relate to her.

“The Tyrant has entered the building!”

A quick warning call from the cubical closest to the elevator. All chatter immediately stopped and people rushed to their desks and pretended to be busy on sight. You hoped off of your friend’s desk and picked your stuff up again. “I’ll talk to you later,” you winked at her.

Right on cue the sound of heavy steps and a cane came from the elevator and out stepped your boss. Ivar Lothbrok. He wore a permanent scowl on his face as he walked by, straight to his office.

When you first got transferred to the department you had been excited to finally get to work with him. The man was handsome as hell. Dark hair, piercing blue eyes, tall. He looked like a dream. His accent didn’t help either. Your dreams had prepared you for some steamy forbidden love office romance, and instead you woke up to the realization that the man was the closest thing to a psychopath you ever met.

As Ivar headed to his office you immediately followed. You knocked twice on the door and entered as usual. “Good morning, Mr. Lothbrok,” you grinned. He didn’t glance up from his desk, his eyes buried in paperwork.

“Set it down on the desk.”

You placed the coffee on his desk and left. There was a routine to things. He stopped being as angry with you even if he was never friendly. You were probably the only person in the office who didn’t get yelled at anymore. Any anger on your end was hidden behind locked lips.

On your way out the door you bumped into Trevor Taylor, the man not bothering to mind his steps as he stormed into the office. You didn’t bother looking back and whistled. It was difficult to hide your amusement. Every so often people came in, screamed obscenities, and got dragged away by security.

—

“You’re firing me!” The voice boomed through the office and every worker immediately stopped. “You can’t fire me, you need me!”

Ivar didn’t glance up, ignoring the postering.

“And you can’t even look at me,” Trevor shook his head. “What are you? Deaf now too? Answer me!” His hands slammed down on the desk.

“Don’t you think an outburst like this is exactly why you’re getting fired?” Ivar’s blue eyed remained frozen. Normally he wouldn’t hesitate to get into a shouting match, say something to make the man cry and watch him leave. The difference today was that Trevor Taylor desired attention so badly that to deny him was more satisfying. Trevor worked himself up to a breaking point. “You should pack your things before we throw them out, Trevor.”

“I’m invaluable to this company. You know that. You’re bluffing.”

“You’re a bad worker. You turn things in late and underperform in everything you do.” The words easily slipped out as Ivar flipped through a file.

“I’m not getting fired from a guy who can’t even chase me down a flight of stairs.”

Those words got to Ivar. The man had had it coming for a while now. “The only reason you lasted this long is that everyone pitied you after your wife slept with your brother. But I didn’t. And I still don’t.” He closed the file and stared up at Trevor.

“You crippled fuck!” Trevor grabbed the coffee and squeezed until it burst open across Ivar’s face and down his suit.

“Get the fuck out of here!” Ivar stood up, grabbing his cane as tightly as he could; thankful the coffee didn’t drip down to his braces. It took everything to avoid throwing something at the man, but he couldn’t deal with another lawsuit like that. “Security,” he called out.

Two men came in and Trevor was dragged out kicking and screaming. Everyone in the office watched with great intent. Ivar came out of his office next, drenched in coffee and thankful he preferred cold drinks.

You eyed him and hesitated for a moment before you decided he might need help, even if he didn’t want it. You got up and followed behind him, grabbing the spare coffee.

You found him just inside a private bathroom. The door wasn’t locked and you entered as if you weren’t straight up entering a bathroom.

“I take it that was another successful firing,” you teased to lighten up the mood. He glanced back, his stare shot daggers into your soul. “He had it coming. I don’t think anyone’s taking his side.” You had heard the words being shouted. It hadn’t taken long for Trevor to bring up the man’s legs a few extra times before security arrived times. He had done it in private many times before.

Ivar took off his suit jacket and began unbuttoning his shirt. Your eyes couldn’t stop themselves as they stared down his chest. You bit your bottom lip and pried your eyes away. “I don’t care what they think.”

You knew he did. It was your job to know everything about him. You hated him half the time but there was no way Ivar was as evil as he portrayed. “You can have my coffee,” you placed it on the sink counter next to him.

He grabbed it and took a sip. A moment later he eyed you with amusement. “And I’m assuming it’s not a coincidence we have the same taste in coffee.”

“I’m clumsy. Plus, I had a feeling Trevor wasn't about to respond well to being fired,” you admitted sheepishly.

“I should have you fired for ass kissing.”

“What—“, you blinked in surprise.

“Grab my spare from the office.” He didn’t elaborate and sent you on an errand. “And then take these to the cleaners.” He handed you the stained close.

You nodded your head and left.

—

“What do you mean my visa is revoked?” Ivar demanded as he sat before his superiors in his office. “I’m supposed to get my citizenship by Friday?”

“You violated the terms of agreement. You left the country.”

“I went to Quebec! It’s hardly outside the US! And mind you, it was for this company.” Ivar was angry now, this whole thing was ridiculous. “Look— I’ll just reapply again and figure it out all. In the meantime I can relocate back to Europe for a little while.”

“We can’t have you employed here if you aren’t a citizen or have a visa.” The man before Ivar admitted, “and the process is going to take over a year.”

“So what are you saying?”

Ivar already knew the answer, but he needed to hear them say it.

“Unless you can find a way to legally stay here you can’t work for the company.”

Ivar laughed, “you don’t have anyone else even half as qualified as me.”

“Trevor Taylor.”

“I just fired the guy, he doesn’t even work here,” Ivar scoffed. His hands crossed over his chest as he leaned back in the chair. This whole ordeal was ridiculous. Why was he even putting up with this?

“Well I’m sure he’s looking for a new job then.”

Ivar remained silent for a moment, his brain worked fast to find some sort of loophole. He couldn’t just go back home unemployed to his family.

The sound of the office door opening pulled him from his thoughts. He turned his head and saw you there, anger swelling up inside him. You had came to bring back his dry cleaning. Ivar was on edge and anything would set him over expect—

“Actually this won’t be a problem at all,” Ivar stood up and he walked over to you and placed his free arm over your shoulders, confusion clear on your face. “Because we’re getting married.”

“You are?”

You were frozen, unsure of what you walked in on.

“Exactly. We didn’t want to spoil the whole thing, office etiquette and stuff. But it’s true, we’re madly in love. And since we’re getting married I’ll be staying in the US just fine,” Ivar said.

“I get it, we’ve all had an office romance or two. So long as you get it approved I don’t see a problem with it.” The man said. It was clear he was also looking for any plausible excuse to keep Ivar around. Despite the fearsome reputation, Ivar was great for the company.

The two men exchanged goodbyes while you remained dazed, but rather than question things while Ivar’s boss was in the room you waited until the man left.

“I’m not marrying you.”

“Yes, you are.”

“What just happened?”

“That trip to Quebec cost me my visa. If I don’t have one I can’t stay.” Ivar said so simply, moving back behind his desk.

“I’m forgetting the part where this is my problem?” Considering the fact that Ivar was suddenly pairing you off as engaged you figured you deserved to sit in the chair as you argued with him.

Ivar paused for a moment, the gears turning in his head. “Trevor will replace me if I go. He hates you as much as me right now, so unless you don’t want to be out of a job I suggest you agree. It’s only three years. We don’t even have to live together.”

The whole idea sounded ridiculous but in some aspects he was right. You’d lose your job. You spent far too many souless years working here and the idea of starting over was terrifying. “Well— what if I actually wanted to get married?”

“It’ll take a lot longer than three years for you to convince anyone to marry you,” Ivar said simply as he went back to his work. The deal was sealed in his mind.

You struggled to formulate a response. “Fine. But I get a promotion.”

His blue eyes found yours. “And why would I do that, Y/N?”

You blinked in response. It should’ve been obvious why. “I— well I’m the reason you’re keeping your job. You owe me too. That’s three years of my life for your benefit.”

The offer was made and he was forced to think. “Fine.” His hands were tied and he hated it. “Do you want anything else”, annoyance was evident in his tone.

“A proposal.”

“What?”

“A proper one.”

Ivar’s eyes narrowed. He didn’t care for the idea and admittedly a part of him wasn’t sure he could. He couldn’t get down on one knee. “I’m not doing that.”

A moment of silence passed before you gave up. “Fine. But at least say it. Like you mean it.” You were being petty but it was the least this guy could do.

He took a deep breath and stared at you with intent. “Y/N—“ Ivar stopped himself and paused.

“Do you not know my last name?”

There was more silence as you both eyed each other.

“Will you just marry me.” Ivar concealed any embarrassment he felt over the situation. He appeared tense and a little angry. This was a better proposal than you expected from him, all things considered.

“Yes.”

#ivar x reader #ivar the boneless x reader #the proposal #Vikings #I’m not like— good at writing but I like it #so...#bare with me

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5x06 Reaction

JARCHIE!!! I missed their interactions so much... like honestly in S4 they barely spoke. I’m loving the “roommates” dynamic.

Ok the kevin/fangs/toni apartment(?) is... amazing!!

I love how they hired actual teenagers (or close to it) to play the high school kids... since all the “teachers” were playing high school students, what, 3 episodes ago??

Ok mechanic Betty is SO HOT

DORITOS I AM CRYING AT THIS PRODUCT PLACEMENT

Veronica’s taking over the Blue Velvet!!! Why not reuse that set lmao

Thoughts on this initial barchie interaction:

I’ve seen all the discourse about it seeming like Archie doesn’t care about Betty’s problems, or not taking them seriously, and people comparing Archie’s “oof - that sucks” to jughead’s “white noise” speech in 1x08 (which I thought was cringy AF and I even liked b*ghead at the time) and here’s what I’ll say:

His “oof - that sucks” comment as MATCHING Betty’s tone - she says it kind of matter of factly and with a bit of an eyeroll, she does NOT seem very upset about it, and she is a grown ass adult who DOESN’T need Archie’s condolences in that moment - and Archie knows that.

She then brings up Polly, and Archie ASKS A FOLLOW UP QUESTION: “didn’t your mom say she does this? Takes off for a couple of days” which shows that he is referring to a previous conversation about this - they’ve BEEN talking about it and he DOES care (not to mention they showed that he had texted her about Polly at the end of the last episode)

She says she’s trying not to panic - because she knows this is something Polly does and may not actually be in danger - SO HE OFFERS A DISTRACTION during a time when she is basically asking for one, and then SHE COMES UP WITH THE IDEA OF WHERE TO GO HAVE SEX

Anyway I have argued with enough people on twitter about this lol.. I feel strongly. Also, this scene was super cute and both Archie and Betty look so good in it.

I love Tabitha. Smart, enterprising, witty... I’m all for the Jugitha pairing. (seriously though, is a ship name decided for them? I’ve seen Tabhead and Jabitha as well, lol.

Uhhhhh ok this car sex scene? It somehow feels even more explicit than the shower scene?? The moaning and breathing?? HOW DARE THESE STONEWALL KIDS INTERRUPT THIS

LMAO NIGHT JOGGING

Is it just me or is Sheriff Keller looking really hot? Silver fox??

I have to note that Archie’s hair colour looks SO BAD in this whole episode but especially this football scene with the Reggie confrontation. It’s like, almost burgundy? But somehow bright orange at the same time? I hate it.

Ok Cole is absolutely nailing this “down on his luck, beaten down” adult Jughead. His character is funny all the sudden?? I love that he kept the money in the tip jar like OF COURSE

Ok Chad coming into Veronica’s class HE’S THE WORST!!! And then SITTING AT THE BACK I HATE HIM SO MUCH FOR THIS

Alright, now we have another scene that has people talking, which is where Archie meets Chad. My thoughts:

Archie clearly sizes up Chad. I mean, he dated Veronica for 3-ish years (in the show’s timeline) so yeah, it’s normal to meet your ex’s new partner and size them up. It read more like “he thinks Chads a douche” as opposed to “he’s jealous of Chad because he wants to be with V”.

They show makes a point of showing Betty’s reaction to them meeting. THIS SHOT IS NOT RANDOM. Yes, I’m sure the show will go there, she’ll get jealous of V at some point. Betty thinking that Archie is jealous of Chad is not the same as Archie actually being jealous of Chad.

I kind of loved how Chad just jumps in here to join in the karaoke night - he didn’t redeem himself from the previous scene where he SAT IN THE BACK OF HER CLASS WHILE SHE WORKED but I like how they’re not playing him completely evil

Next scene: BETTY AND TONI ARE TALKING!!! I REPEAT!!! BETTY AND TONI ARE TALKING!!! Seriously, it’s so refreshing that they’re actually letting all kinds of new dynamics and character interactions happen this season.

Also, NEDSLIST!!!! THIS SHOW!!!!

I am living for Cheryl being completely beautiful whilst yelling at construction workers.

So like... she actually doesn’t have that much money. She couldn’t really afford the donation for the school... I kind of wish that once she says “I can’t afford it” people would like, not keep pushing? I’m looking at you Toni, whom I absolutely adore, I just wish the writers didn’t make it like Cheryl’s being squeezed dry. I get that it’s needed for plot purposes but I don’t love it.

Kevin and Betty are friends again!!! Love it!!!

Karaoke night thoughts:

At no point is Jughead hanging out or interacting with the rest of the group. He stays separate from them - with Tabitha, which I appreciate, but I am just noting this because I’m sure it was done purposefully.

“She probably forgot it’s Gekko now” uhhhh didn’t Toni announce V as “Veronica Gekko” in the last episode?? LOL THE SHADE

I love Veronica’s voice

Ok so Chad actually comes off so great in this scene?? I guess this is part of his manipulation - come off as such a great guy in front of all her friends to get them to like him?

Jughead’s reaction to the duet is so me every time I’ve watched people do karaoke lmao

During the “or do you need more? Is there something else you’re searching for” they cut to Archie’s and Betty’s reaction. Archie is not thinking about V in that moment.

I am not seeing one iota of jealousy from Archie. He looks genuinely happy for them.

This Chad and Veronica bed scene makes me uncomfortable. But I’m glad they’re showing their softer moments!

The Archie/football recruitment sequence... Chad in the back of Veronica’s classroom again??? HOW IS THIS HAPPENING I HATE THIS!! Also, this is another scene where Chad looks jealous of Archie... not the other way around.

Britta!!! I love her. And I feel like the writers inserted her in specifically for Britta Lundin, former Riverdale writer and acclaimed author (read her book Ship It, seriously, it’s so good), and I love that. BUT THE WAY ARCHIE LOOKS AT BETTY IN THIS SCENE IS THAT EVEN LEGAL

We get the first glimpse Toni’s “Operation Bring Cheryl Out Of Hiding” plan here, when Archie asks her for funding for the football team and says its earmarked for something else (hmmmmmmm... this plan has been in the works for a while... and I’m here for it)

Ok. This scene where Archie goes to ask Cheryl for money is... a mess. My first reaction is that it was so OOC for Archie to bring up Jason in that way. Then I got to thinking... Archie probably would want to honour his dad in that way and was genuinely suggesting that as something that might actually be helpful to her, as opposed to purposely trying to manipulate her. He knows what it’s like to lose a family member, he just didn’t realize that Cheryl doesn’t grieve in the same way. The boy doesn’t have a malicious bone in his body. Anyway, now he’s been banished from Thornhill! But don’t we see him (and everyone) there in a bts photo from possibly 5x08? Isn’t that at Thornhill? Will this be addressed or will the writers just forget it ever happened?

I love Betty and Kevin investigating together. It’s so refreshing.

Ok this place Jughead is going to is legit the creepiest shit I’ve ever seen. I am having trouble making myself care about this “Mothmen” plot??

Betty’s “Straight to the Point” interrogation style is actually effective in this truck stop stakeout scene.

Alice again with her wine... I wonder if there will actually be an “Alice is an alcoholic” storyline or is the wine just part of her personality now?

Ok like it’s so inappropriate for a teacher to be wearing an HBIC shirt BUT I AM HERE FOR THIS DRAMATIC VIXENS HALLWAY WALK!! And Toni is correct, Cheer is a sport so sit down, Archie. Notably Toni adds in “not even Cheryl managed to do that” - I’m thinking she new Ms. Bell would be eavesdropping ;)

WHY IS THIS PORTAIT OF JASON WORTH SO MUCH??

Is this Minerva character going to be important?? I keep seeing people talking about how she and Cheryl are going to hook up but is that just because she’s a female character who interacts with Cheryl? I’m not seeing it yet but hey, it’s Riverdale.

JUGHEAD BRINGING UP THE EPIC HIGHS AND LOWS OF HIGH SCHOOL FOOTBALL I SCREAMED

Seriously though, since we know Jughead wasn’t there when Archie said that, there’s two options: Either Archie told him he said it, or (my preferable theory) Archie used to just SAY THAT REGULARLY and has said it in front of Jug lmao.

Chad again seems legit supportive when she tells him about her jewelry store plan?? THEY’RE SO UP AND DOWN!!!

Ok, so Betty is an FBI agent (trainee, whatever) and she JUST NOW THOUGHT OF TRACING POLLY’S CELL PHONE

This scene... when Veronica finds out Chad has been talking to Hiram behind her back... this is where she decides she’s done with Chad.

Another scene with Archie - I am still getting zero vibes that he’s into Veronica? And zero vibes that Veronica’s into Archie? It makes complete sense that Veronica would want to help the bulldogs. Chad is a total dick here and is definitely threatened by Archie... again, not the other way around. Side note: Chad, if threatened by Archie, is a TOTAL IDIOT for suggesting Archie renovates the Pembrooke - like, he’s going to be working? All the time? Where Veronica is staying? And probably taking his shirt off because he’s sweaty from all the working?? WHYYYYY WOULD CHAD ENCOURAGE THIS

This little flirty scene between Jughead and Tabitha (and it’s the first that I would say has any flirty undertones whatsoever) is pretty cute.

THIS BARCHIE PORCH SCENE I HAVE THOUGHTS

The fact that people are suggesting Betty showed up there because she wanted to talk to Jughead is SENDINNNNGGGGGG

Let’s be clear, she only asked about Jughead so she could make sure he wasn’t home so that she could bone Archie. There is no other interpretation for this.

THIS IS THE BEST BARCHIE KISS TO DATE

They are playing the song from the porch scene in the pilot... DON’T TELL ME BARCHIE IS MEANINGLESS WHEN THEY ARE USING THIS SONG

I think the fact that this is the first time they had sex and we didn’t see it is meaningful - they are showing that the relationship is deepening and they are more than “just sex”

As Betty leaves, Archie looks like he wants to reach out for her and then stops himself - he is definitely falling hard and he’s afraid Betty isn’t feeling the same way

Ok, Cheryl is straight up wearing lingerie in Toni’s office!!! And the red lipstick is back - notably, throughout the entire show, she has worn the red lipstick as a kind of shield - she never has it for her “vulnerable” scenes. Seems like that is still happening. AND this is where we see Boss Toni’s plan come into fruition - she started up the vixens and MADE SURE CHERYL FOUND OUT ABOUT IT because she knew that was the one thing that would make Cheryl come out of her Thornhill hiding spot. Well played, Toni.

Archie and Veronica announcing the bulldog funding... again, I’m not seeing ANY “romantic/attraction” vibes here? He does react when she says her last name is Lodge again but like, anyone would?

MS. BELL YOU GOSSIP I’M OK WITH YOU REPORTING TO CHERYL BUT I DRAW THE LINE AT HIRAM

Is Reggie... filing his nails? Lmao

I really hope Polly isn’t dead?? Like I very much want a Polly redemption story!!

Sooooo I guess Archie and Jughead are both going to die in this fire? Lol... well... they’re main characters so I’m sure they’re good.

I’m doooone for this week! So far really enjoying the timejump? Obviously because of barchie but also, everyone is just - better.

Well this turned out to be a novel. If you made it this far, thanks for reading :)

#riverdale #barchie #riverdale thoughts #riverdale 5x06 #5x06 #riverdale season 5

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Even Bad Days Can Get Better

A/n: This is for @sdavid09 Tale Teller’s 2020 Bingo Challenge. So I know it’s not really cannon for Tommy to have a platonic relationship with a woman; but it’s real here.

Square Filled: Non-Romance

Summary: Y/n works for Tommy Shelby and she has a bad day. Tommy knows and tries to make her feel better.

Characters: Tommy Shelby, Platonic!Reader

Warnings: language, mentions death of a family member, set in S5 (no spoilers, I think)

Word Count: 863

"This day couldn't get any worse." Y/n says to herself for the fourth time that day.

First, her cat had escape from her flat which caused her to be late for work. Her boss, Thomas Shelby, had not been pleased since they had a meeting that morning.

Second, all her paperwork had scattered across the floor when she went to pick it up in a rush off her desk; which made her even more late. The tension in the air while she re-organized the papers as Tommy smoked a cigarette, staring at her the whole time, was brutal.

Third, she pissed off Lizzie because her meeting with Tommy went late, so apparently he was short and easily angered with Lizzie during their meeting.

And now she found out her grandmother, the woman who raised her, had passed away in her sleep last night.

So now, here she is, at her desk trying to work when all she can think about is that fact that not only does her boss hate her, his wife does as well: and on top of that she lost her last family member.

She drops her hands from her face when Polly snaps a “Get back to work, Y/n!” at her and places them loosely on the typewriter in front of her. She knows the older woman isn’t mad at her, but her tone makes her want to cry; but she doesn’t.

She decides to skip lunch and keep working, hoping that will win her some points with the Shelby clan.

As she was wrapping up her paperwork, Tommy comes storming through the doors and without glancing at her, calls her name and opens the door to his office.

Y/n closes her eyes, holding back a groan. He’s going to fire her.

She slowly stands to her feet and makes her way to his office. She closes the door behind her; an apology on the tip of her tongue, but her throat tightens when he shoves a glass of whiskey in her hand.

“Sit, Y/n; please.”

Oh fuck, he said please. She’s so getting fired.

She sits though, determine to take the bad news gracefully. Nothing could beat the fact that she lost her only parental figure today. She waits patiently as Tommy takes a seat and lights a cigarette. He offers her one and she willingly accepts with a whispered ‘thank you’ as she brings the death stick to her lips.

“I’m sorry for you loss, Y/n.”

Y/n stops mid-exhale at his words. “You’re sorry? For my loss?”

Tommy nods. “I heard about your grandmother’s passing. I recall you saying she was the one to raise you?” Y/n nods. “Why didn’t you ask to leave early?”

She huffs a humorless laugh. “I didn’t think you would ever let me do that; especially after this morning.”

She figured the man would smile at her words, or at least express amusement; but she’s surprised to see hurt grace his face. “I apologize, I didn’t mean to offend you, Mr Shelby.”

“I supposed it’s a fair assumption. Nevertheless, next time you need to leave early, ask me.”

“You’re not firing me?”

“I can’t afford to fire you. My diary would be a fucking mess. Ever since my wife cut back from working, to take care of the children; I’ve completely relied on you to keep my meetings straight.”

A cocky smirk spreads around the cigarette. “I’m that fucking good, eh?” The smirk turns into a genuine smile when the man chuckles.

Tommy gulps down the glass of whiskey in one go; his face once again serious. “You’re done for the night and I want you to take off for the rest of the week. I know you’ve updated the diary for the rest of the month, so don’t worry about that.”

Y/n doesn’t know what to think about her new caring boss. Should she be grateful for the time off? Or should she be offended that he believes she’s weak and needs that much time to grieve? The idea is appealing, she can’t deny that. She just wants to go home and cry.

“I don’t think you’re weak, Y/n. I think taking time and grieving is in order.”

“What are you? A fucking mind reader?” She mutters.

Tommy grins. “Yes.”

Y/n returns the grin, before letting it fall. “Thank you, Mr Shelby. I really do appreciate this.”

“Tommy.” He nods his head; his way of saying you’re welcome.

“Thank you, Tommy.”

He takes a moment to think carefully over his words. “You’re family, Y/n. I know you’ve seen a lot; both business and personal related. I’m grateful you’ve stuck with us these past five years.”

Y/n mulls over his words, soon realizing the Shelby’s are her family. “You crazy lot are my family as well.”

She smiles when he clears his throat; clearly uncomfortable with how sincere the conversation has turn.

She tips the head back, following Tommy’s example with drinking the whiskey in one gulp. She stands to her feet, setting the glass on his desk. “I guess I’ll see you in Monday.”

“See you Monday, Y/n.”

Forevers: @beautycinders @desiredposion @ravenoussss @simonsbluee

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Amphibia Weekly Reviews: Bessie and Mircroangelo/The Third Temple “The Things We’ve Set into Motion Cannot Be Stopped”

Hello all you happy people. It’s been a long road, with an even longer road trip, but the season’s almost over: just two more weeks of Amphibia.. and with all the build up weighing down on our heroes two things are clear: this cannot end well for Anne or anyone involved, and this is going to hurt. It’s going to hurt a LOT. it’s going to be some...

... how have I not used more MST3K gifs. Questions for later. Point is with emotional pain immient, a revolution on the way this episode only ratchets up the tension.. while also sparing some time for makeover jokes and a breather episode about snail mentorships, fashion montages and giant crabs. I do love me some giant crabs. And i’ll tell you allllll about it under the cut.

Bessie and MicroAngelo:

This episode finds our heroes preparing for the third and final temple, loading up the wagon and preparing weapons, maps, potions, all that good stuff.

We end up getting two plots out of this. The first is the titular one: so Polly can help prepare, Hop Pop gives Bessie the task of watchin gher snail and certified cutie MicroAngelo, that tiny Snail who I assumed would disappear forever after his intitial apperance because that’s usually what cartoons does. But much like One Piece, Al Ewing and that owl what watches me while I sleeps, Amphibia never forgets.

It’s some Looney Tunes style shenanigans.. not the bugs or daffy, more on him later today, kind more the “Bigger more responsible party protects the smaller more vunerable or reckless one” kind you’d see eveyr so often. Tom and Jerry also really loved this. And Amphibia wears it well, with some good gags and really cute bonding and some really excellent animation on Bessie, giving the old girl plenty of life and animation. The only part I genuinely do not like is Hop Pop blaming Bessie for.. running after micro angelo afte rhe ran off. Aka doing the job you assigned her.

Someone i’m looking at. Regardless otherwise it’s just some fun, adorable slapstick with a downright precious ending. And hop pop DOES apologize.. and wish he was a cute snail. I do not have time to unpack all the implications there nor ponder what Hop Pop would look like in a snail costume. This week’s given my brain enough nightmares.

So anyway, our subplot has Marcy trying to give Anne a Makeover... and her past attempts with Sasha have been objectively horrifying so Anne is rightly scared, though the armorer who comes to help with it has a blue crab so tha’ts where all my attention. I fucking love crabs.. they just look so neat. Some see the fact a spider crab being out and about in animal crossing as horrifying. I see it as oh look at my cool terrifying crab friend. About the only crab I don’t like is this asshole.

And even then he can be VERY funny. .he’s just also an exploitative douchebag and having worked in food service, let me tell you I.. I get why Squidward is the way he is. That said Krabbyland is a masterpiece entirely because he’s such a terrible person, so it ballances out when the show’s doing it’s best.

Point is I like crabs and I like this subplot.. though mostly because it says a LOT about who Anne and Marcy are and where there at. Part of why Marcy is so gung ho about helping Anne is she figures this is her last shot to be whoever she wants to be. But really she’s just projecting: it’s been obvious since we properly met her that Marcy.. likes living HERE more than earth. On earth she’s an outcast: her hyperfixations, her tendency to babble about things she likes, her smartness... alll things that just make people turn away from her or pick on her on earth, with only two people relaly understanding and appricating her.. maybe more but we don’t know the situation with her parents yet. As someone who is a lot of those things, I get where she’s coming from.

So ending up in a world straight out of an rpg... she florished. Everything that made her life difficult at home suddenly made her florish: her skill with RPG’s meant she could blend in easily with the courtly high class of Newtopia, gave her a love of taking on missions, and allowed her to put her hyperfixation, knowledge and enthusasim to real world use, creating massive improvments in an already ritzy city. Everything that made her an outcast in our world made her a hero there. It’s why I worry about what’s to come: to both Grime and Andrias.. she’s the perfectly made pawn: too desperate to have Sasha back to see the kinfe he wants her to plant in Marcy’s, and too happy to be accepted to see the rpg convention, the benevolent ruler turning out ot be a puppet for the big bad, starring her in the face. Amphibia’s given her her freedom.. but it’s also left her very vunerable and may leave her alone.

As for Anne.. she realizes how far she’s come: from selfish and kind of distructive to selfless and self reliant.. and still kind of destructive but hey, you can’t cahnge eveyrthing about yourself. It’s why when given heavy armor.. all she needs is the core of it.. something simple to guard her but nothing too complex. She’s fine with who she is.. and it’s why she’s in the best place of the three girls. And why she’s left smack in the middle of the war to come. A war she can’t stop and that will leave her having to choose one... or do the right , hard thing and choose neither and try and free them from the bad influences they’ve embded themselves in. Either way this is going to hurt both her and the audience.

Final Thoughts: Bessie and Mircoangelo is good classic cartoon fun with a suprisingly deep subplot. Simple, but a nice pallete clensar, especially since the next episode is pretty tense and given it’s ending and eveyrthing that’s been building this season, it’s likely only going to get worse from here, so it’s nice to have a quick and breezy break before hell comes to frogtown.

The Third Temple:

Before we get to the final temple we get a flashback showing how Sasha met Anne and Marcy. The other two were playing on the swings when two big dillholes pushed them off and Sasha selflessly and fearlessly stood up to them. And promptly beat herself up more than the bullies who dodged her and eventually got so freaked out by whatever the hell this was they ran and a friendship was born. But noticably she’s a lot diffrent 7 years ago, aproximately, than she is at 13: she’s every bit as fearless and willfull.. but the compassion she once had got buried under a need for control. It’s easy to see now WHY Marcy and Anne loved her so much: she was their friend, their protector, she cared about them.. and while she never STOPPED somewhere along the way it became less about doing the right thing for the women she loves and more about getting her way.

And now the two have had time to heal from what their friend girlfriend became.. it’s time to rip that wound wide open as finally, after almost a season of waiting, Sasha reunites with Marcy for the first time and Anne for the second.

Naturally her return is in time for her gem to be charged, though our heroes unware of that didn’t seek her out before going in. This time Frobo’s riding claw though weirdly dosen’t come inside. Which is a problem with Frobo’s addition to the cast as the whole: they’ve kept him out of any episode since his induction into the family and only properly explained it once. It just dosen’t make a lot of sense to me; Yes he is massively powerful but his childlike thought process counters that. He’s easy enough to write in but is left out becasue the writers don’t want to deal with an extra character. And I had more than enough of that shit when watching Ducktales. I don’t need it when your main cast isn’t NEARLY as large or hard to juggle. It’s just galling to have spent an entire season showing he was following them, give him a whole episode.. and then just forget about him because i’ts convient. Hopefully he’ll play a bigger role as things progress and we find out where he came from because his misuse is a dark spot on an otherwise great second half of the season.

Frobo does get to prove himself useful though and open s the temple door he just weirdly dosen’t come along. But this does leave the door open for Sasha to come in as our heroes struggle with the first puzzle: Turns out this dungeon was built by a bro, seriously the temple languge is very broey and VERY hilarious contrasted with how normal for a fantasy setting the others were, as is fitting the strength gem, so our heroes have to compete feats of strength. Unfortunately this does not mean wrestling the ghost of Jerry Stiller to the ground but instead fighting some Lava Worms, and fighting just ONE of them and lifting the provided warhammers is a challenge for Anne.. and she’s the only one who can with Marcy not having enough upper body stregnth and the plantars all de-hydrated spongebob style.

So naturally Sasha ends up being their savor, easily dispatching them and getting some help from grime who while also dehydrated, is still phsycially strong enough to be of some help. Marcy is overjoyed to see her.. and is the only one. Given Marcy hasn’t been on the wrong end of Sasha and Grime like they have, it’s understandable: while Marcy’s grappled with Sasha’s actions and grip on her and Anne, it’s been clear it hasn’t hit her as hard as it has for Anne and she likely dosen’t get the full scope of it like Anne does. To her Sasha just made a mistake and she’s back now and tha’ts what matters. To Anne and the Plantars... sasha and grime tried to kill them and Sasha then tried commiting suciide to save them. The scars of that haven’t really healed for them, nor should they.

And given Sasha has spent the season clearly blamiing everything on Anne defying her and has been raising an army based on her resentment, and given she flew into a jealous blinding rage at finding her exes were fine and dandy without her she.. wholheartdly apologizes.

Yeah she apologizes.. but tellingly while she talks about her and Grime being left homeless following the battle.. she leaves out everything after: The fight with Yuan, the growing rebellion, driving her friends away, the horrifying army Grime now commands. Something’s off.

Anne naturally dosen’t trust her to do this herself and insists on coming along sitll. The next task is juts.. asking how much you lift bro, which Sasha easily passes by lifting, bro.

The final test in Jim Crunch’s Temple of Fitness, I mean who else could’ve wrote this, is of course a big fight with a giant statue of a toad, fitting how each temple so far was built by one of the civlizations: there were frog statues and symbols in the first temple, the second was guarded by a newt and the last now has a toad guard.Though curiously.. the test itself is wholly designed for a human. Before it wasn’t 100% clear even with the hyroglyps if the chosen ones had to be human or not.. but now it’s impossible to argue otherwise. There were hints : The fact the guardian pegged her as a possible chosen one on sight , the ruins in the background of the title cards which also depict the watcher with a thousand eyes (which is what i’ll be calling him till we get his, her , they or it’s actually name. ).. but here the chamber includes a gravity increase dbz style, meaning our heroines are the only ones who can stand as the Plantars and Grimes frog and toad bodies respectively aren’t strong enough to stand anymore. And while Marcy tries it ends up falling on Anne and Sasha with Sasha being Angry Anne doesn’t trust her.. and Anne not refuting it, pointing out she has EVERY REASON not to. As she puts it “it’s not just toad tower”. For most of their lives Sasha has been controlling, caring about what she wants and not what the people she loves wants. It wasn’t just the fight there... it was simply the wakeup call to how bad a person Sasha had been.

And for the first time in the episode.. Sasha is geniune, apologizing for what she did, and genuinely admitting how she treated Anne wasn’t wrong. it was something she coudln’t admit to herself episodes ago.. but faced with both loosing two more people due to her behavior, and having plenty of time to reflect on said behavhior.. she finally relaizes it’s her. Fuck man.. what else is there to say.

Oh right the giant monster thing, which Anne trusts Sasha to finish.. and we get anothe rDBZ homage as Sasha removes part of her armor, which creates a CRATER, which lowers her weight enough to fight the thing. She gets a thumbs up and the honor of recharging it.

Anne suggests opening the box.. but Marcy is VERY quick to shoot that down and suggest talking to the king. And while her reason SOUNDS good,, they don’t want to get warped somewhere ELSE at random.. it’s very clear from her actions and how quick she tried to stop it that she needs them to get to Andrias for whatever he’s talked her into. And I emphasis talked her into: Marcy trusts the king, and was in a very emotional place when he was about to talk to her at the end of season 2a... and he knew it. He knew she was at her most vunerable, most malable and trusted him completely.. and knew right then and there was his shot at getting vengance.. for him and his master. Whatever he has planned.. it’s not good. The mechancial lovecraftian horror he keeps in his creepy basement full of lost souls is a dead giveaway from that. But I don’t.. fault Marcy for it. It’s not just because I sympahtize.. to her Andrias is a good noble king trying to help her. He’s the kindly mentor she always wanted, a person who enjoys her skills dosen’t care how much she talks and has complete faith in her, something even Anne struggles with.

But it’s VERY clear, to me at least he’s been likely using her from the moment they met: to her sh’es just an optomistic pawn, someone gullible enough to do whatever he says. I’ve always felt that her “missions” probably had some darker purpose she wasn’t aware of: getting Andrias things he needs for his army, an army she has no idea is opressing people. She’s insulated from that and instead surronded by adoring people who accept her for once. Even going to wartwood, she hasn’t yet made the connection between the toad towers and what their purpose is. I think deep down she might suspect this stuff.. but she can’t ACCEPT that the one person who every had nothing but faith in her.. is a horrible person who opresses others and somehow has even WORSE plans in store.

Sasha likewise is facing the pressure of her parental figure.. while her patching it up with Anne was legitmate... her and Grime’s own plans rely on getting in there and Grime simply sees the other two as pawns , and just like the king he wants he wants to overthrow, their use expires once his plans in motion.

But the thing is.. it’s clear despite assuring Grime she’s still all in.. her face in the last shot, as seen above.. says otherwise. Her apology was legitmate, not just an attempt to get close to the one thing in her way of power, but what she’s come to realize: she’s gone from blaming Anne for it.. to realizing it was her. But she’s also stuck: while Marcy is unaware of the strings her pupeteer is pulling her towards.. Sasha is all too aware of what her mentor is planning. And the thing was she was all too willing to go for it. She blamed Anne for what happened at the tower, blamed Anne for turning marcy against her and blamed the plantars and co for turning anne against her. But in the harsh light of day... none of that’s true. Marcy dosen’t hate her, neither does anne, they didn’t turn against her.. they were just tired of her shitty behavior and wanted the friend they found that day on the playground back, the woman they loved who’d go to hell and back for someone and not the bitter, manipultive person she became. She’s once again realized it was her fault.. the question is if that’s enough for her to do the right thing or not. And the hardest question of all is IF not reblling isn’t the right thing. Wfhile the Toad’s probably shoudln’t be in charge either, Andrias REALLY shouldn’t. There’s NO easy answers here, no happy outcome that makes everyone live’s better. There’s no easy way out, no shortcut home.. just the louder and louder drumbeats of war and one girl’s decision of whose side she’s going to take.

Final Thoughts on the Third Temple: As with the other four sasha episodes thus far, this was frogging brilliant. Shoudln’t be a suprise and it makes me both look forward and dread the war to come

Next Week: The plantars try to bury the hatchet with Sasha and Grime, the girls enter a battle of the bands, and the finale comes ever closer.

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storiesforallfandoms · 4 years

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too good ~ tommy shelby; peaky blinders

word count: 1625

request?: yes

@pachuh “Hello, can i request a tommy shelby x wife reader or sister reader with all of the shelbys, whatever you prefer, in which the reader is extremely kind, caring, always smiles and helps everyone in the family and people keep telling tommy how is she with him/how is she part of the family and he gets mad or self conscious idk you take it from there🙃 thanks! Sorry if its so specific”

description: in which tommy’s wife is much different than he is, and it gets to his head

pairing: thomas shelby x female!reader

warnings: swearing

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Tommy watched as his beautiful wife served drinks to her adoring customers. He couldn’t blame them, she was the most beautiful and sweetest woman in all of London. She always had a smile on her face, very little ever upset her. Not even the work of the Peaky Blinders. She was a beautiful woman with a heart of gold, and everyone could see that. There was no surprise that the nights she was bartending the Garrison was full of men who came just to see her smile.

For once, Tommy didn’t feel jealous of the way those men looked at her. At one point, he would’ve killed any man that even looked at his woman the way these men looked at her, but (Y/N) was different. She was true, loyal. She had love in her heart for one man, and he was lucky enough to be that man.

As if feeling his eyes on her, (Y/N) glanced at him across the pub. He smiled brightly and raised his glass to her. She smiled back and winked at him before getting back to work.

“Some woman you got there, Tommy,” commented a man as he sat across from Tommy. He was a regular at the bar recently, his name was Henry or something. Always managed to get (Y/N) laughing.

Okay, maybe Tommy was a little jealous.

“She’s one of a kind,” Tommy agreed, not even trying to hold back the glare he was giving Henry.

“I heard she was down helping the homeless Veterans or something today,” he continued. “Heart of gold, that one.”

Tommy just nodded, glaring over his glass as he took a swig. What did this slimy fucker want?

“Wonder what she sees in you, ay?” Henry questioned. “She’s the polar opposite of you and your family, after all. She actually has a heart, a good one too. She cares so much about everybody. What does a good woman like her see in an evil git like you?”

Tommy jumped up before he could stop himself and grabbed Henry’s collar, his fist raised to hit the man. Before he could swing, (Y/N) raced over to the two men and grabbed her husband’s raised fist.

“Okay you two, that’s enough!” she exclaimed. “Honey, let Henry go.”

Tommy was shaking in anger, but he couldn’t beat this shit out of this waste of space in front of his loving wife. Not when she was looking at him with those beautiful, innocent eyes that he loved so much.

He shoved Henry away, nearly knocking the man over. “Fuck off.”

Henry looked between Tommy and (Y/N), who was also giving him a disapproving look. He huffed at Tommy, fixing his collar before leaving. (Y/N) turned to Tommy, putting a hand on his arm. “Are you okay, love?”

“Fine,” Tommy responded coolly, shrugging her hand off of him. “I’ll see you at home.”

(Y/N) watched as her husband stomped out of the bar, confused and hurt by his tone. But she didn’t have time to go after him, she was the only barmaid currently working and she had plenty of customers waiting to be served. She sighed, putting back on her signature smile and continued on with work.

~~~~~~

(Y/N) arrived home late that night. All the lights in the house were off, except for the dim flickering light of a candle in the living room. When she entered, she saw her husband sitting on the couch with a cigarette in one hand and a glass of whiskey in the other. Not his first glass, judging by the nearly empty bottle sitting on the coffee table in front of him.

Tommy didn’t even look up as (Y/N) entered. That’s how she knew something was really wrong. Even when Tommy was having a bad day, he always greeted (Y/N) with a kiss, on particularly hard days he’d just hug her without a word. He wasn’t even acknowledging her existence right now.

Ignoring the slight annoyance and frustration that was bubbling inside of her, (Y/N) crossed into the living room and picked up the bottle of whiskey to get rid of it. Suddenly, Tommy leaned forward and grabbed her wrist.

“Leave it, I want to finish it,” he half slurred. (Y/N) crinkled her nose in disgust at the smell of alcohol on his breath. She thought she’d be used to it from working at the Garrison for so long, but there was just something different about when Tommy reeked of alcohol.

“I think you’ve had enough, love,” (Y/N) told him in a gentle voice.

Tommy rolled his eyes, taking a long drag from his cigarette. “My loving wife thinking about what’s best for me as always.”

(Y/N) looked at him, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Did I do something to offend you, Tommy?”

Tommy ran a hand over his face, shaking his head. “No, no, no, of course you didn’t. You could never do anything to offend me. You’re so bloody perfect, you could never offend anyone.”

Now (Y/N) was very confused. She sat down next to her husband on the couch. He looked away from her, not wanting her to see how he was feeling on his face.

“What happened at the pub earlier, Tommy?” she asked him. “I know this all has something to do with that, what did Henry say or do to make you so angry?”

Tommy didn’t want to think about that fuck face. Just hearing (Y/N) say his name made Tommy want to go looking for Henry and finish what he didn’t even get the chance to start back at the bar.

It wasn’t just how Henry looked at (Y/N) and how he spoke of her that made Tommy angry. It was the fact that Tommy knew that he was right. Everyone had said it to him his entire relationship with (Y/N). Even his Aunt Polly had made a comment about the juxtaposition between (Y/N) and Tommy.

“She’s such a sweet angel, Thomas. She’s the exact opposite of us, how did you trick her into joining this family?”

And Tommy knew that everyone who made those comments were right. (Y/N) was the sweetest person he had ever met. She was the polar opposite of Tommy. He didn’t even understand what (Y/N) saw in him. Every day he worried that she would finally realize she could do so much better than him, that she could find a man who was the same as her, and would leave Tommy.

(Y/N) took Tommy’s hand in hers, making him finally look at her. “Tommy, you can tell me what happened. I want to know what Henry said that made you this upset.”

Tommy sighed heavily. He had never told (Y/N) any of this before. But she deserved to know. It was wrong of him to revert back to his old ways of bottling everything up and trying to drown his sorrows in alcohol.

“He told me that you’re too good for me, called me an evil git and asked how a woman like you ended up with a man like me,” he finally said after a prolonged silence. “I’ve heard it a lot since we’ve gotten married, from many different people. Hearing it today, I just snapped. If you hadn’t intervened I probably would have beaten that fucker within an inch of his life, which would’ve just proven his point.”

(Y/N) looked at Tommy in shock. She couldn’t believe anyone would have the guts to say that to Thomas Shelby. Of course, long before they were wed, (Y/N) was well aware of who Thomas Shelby was, and who the Peaky Blinders were. That would intimidate anyone, but it didn’t intimidate her. She treated Tommy the way she treated everyone else, with a genuine smile on her face and an attitude that would make even the saddest dope smile. Tommy always said that’s what attracted him to her.

She cupped Tommy’s cheek in her hand, making him look at her. “You know that’s not true, right? There’s no way that I’m ‘too good’ for you, Tommy. What other people say about us, about our relationship, means nothing. All that matters is you and me, and I love you more than anything in this world and nothing will change that.”

Tommy pulled away from her, standing up and pacing around the room. “You don’t understand, (Y/N), I am a bad man. I’ve done bad things, things that you have even witnessed. You’re so much different than I am, you’re so good. You’re too good. You should be with someone who is good like you, not a bad man like me.”

(Y/N) quickly stood up and stopped Tommy, cupping his face with both hands and forcing him to look at her again. “Maybe I should be, but I don’t want to be with someone like me. I want to be with you, Thomas Shelby. You may think you’re bad, but I think you’re amazing. You’re smart, and you’re caring for your family, and you’re so protective over them as well. You do what you have to do to make money, I’ll never judge you for that. I don’t want to be with anyone else, I want you Tommy. Only you.”

A smile came across Tommy’s face. (Y/N) pulled his face closer and pressed her lips to his. Tommy relaxed into her kiss, holding her close to him and never wanting to let her go.

“I’ll fucking kill Henry if I see him at the pub tomorrow,” Tommy mumbled against her lips.

(Y/N) giggled and responded, “I’ll be sure to look the other way.”

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blackhakumen · 3 years

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Mini Fanfic #659: Trucy and Wocky (Ace Attorney)

8:45 p.m. at Ema and Klavier's Apartment.....

Ema: Soooooooooooooo.........(Turns to Wocky with a Evil Like Smirk on her Face) You and Trucy, huh?~

Wocky: (Already Terrified by Ema's Smirk) We're really going there, are we?

Klavier: (Shrugs While having a Sheepish Smile on his Face) Well, considering how very intrigued Ema is on the topic, I'm afraid we must, Wocky my friend.

Ema: Start talking, boi!

Wocky: (Facepalms Himself While Sighing)........

Meanwhile at Wright Anything Agency (Phoenix and Trucy's Apartment).......

Apollo: (Takes a Deep Breath Before Speaking) So..........You and Wocky!?

Trucy: (Pouts at Apollo While Cuddling with Him and Athena Under a Blanket) Polly! I thought I told you not to relax!!

Apollo: ('Sigh') I know. It's just....This whole news is still pretty new to me, you know? I can't helped but to be surprised by it.

Athena: And we totally get where you're coming from in all of this, 'hon. Trust me, I was pretty surprised myself once she first told me. (Place her Head on Apollo's Shoulder on her Side) But you really shouldn't let yourself get stressed out about this. Especially on your first day back home.

Apollo: ('Sigh') Yeah. (Kiss the top of Athena's Head) You're right, tiger. (Turns to Trucy) Sorry, Truce. I'll try relaxing more for your sake.

Trucy: (Smiles Brightly While Snuggling onto Apollo on her Side) Thank you. It makes me very happy to hear you say that.

Apollo: No problem. So.....do you still want to tell me how you and Wocky got together or.....

Trucy: Of course! It all started a year and a half ago: The Wright Anything Agency was as busy and successful as ever annnnnnnd I was still sad and gloomy at the fact that you were gone.

Apollo: You missed me that much, huh?

Trucy: (Pouts at Apollo While Pulling his Collar) Every. Single. DAY!!!......(Smiles Brightly Again Before Letting Go of Apollo's Collar, Much to his Terrified Expression) So, one day, I went to Mr. Eldon's Noodle Shop, hoping to eat my sadness away....('Sighs Dreamingly') And that's when I saw Wocky-Kins coming in there to check up on me~

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Ema: So you went to Eldon's Noddle Shop to eat, only to find Trucy in there, crying, which made you decided to talk to her?

Wocky: Yeah. I had a feeling that she was still pretty down about 'Pollo being gone to Khura'in for awhile, so I thought I would try cheering her up. We talked and laughed for almost two and half hours before we started to call it a day. But.....(Starts Rubbing the Back of his Head Back and Forth While Blushing a Little) Before I even started leaving, I......realized that I like having her as company. So.....I asked for her phone number.

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Apollo: He really did all of that?

Trucy: Well, it's more like he blurted out that he wanted my phone number if anything. (Giggles Softly) But he was so adorable when he got himself flustered like that~ Who am I to decline a sweet request? So I gave him my number in exchange for his and went on my merry way home. And....It actually made me happy.

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Wocky: So after that, we started texting, calling each other up on ours phone, and eventually started hanging out a lot more often than we ever did before. And they were all pretty fun, at least in my eyes. Then, a few days later, I.... realized that I had feelings for her. So I literally dash my way up to her and Mr. Wright's apartment to tell her, but when I did........

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Trucy: I immediately blurted out that I had feelings for him too!~ Then after that, we made it our newly found relationship official by hugging each other, and I brought him into the office to watch a movie and stay the night together, under each other's arms~

Athena: (Raised an Eyebrow at Trucy) Annnnnnnd?

Trucy: (Sighs Before Blushing Bashfully) And....this was the day when daddy was off during his usual trial...

Apollo: (Eyes Widened in Surprised) Seriously?

Athena: (Begins to Smirk Playfully) Yeeeeup~ She was literally gushing all about it when we told me about it on the phone.

Trucy: It's true.........

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Ema: (Gives Wocky an Evil Smirk on her Face Once More) Real bold of you to spend the night with Trucy, in her home, while her daddy was away~

Klavier: (Chuckles Lightly) I know~ It was so surprising once he told me about it on the phone.

Wocky: (Glares at the Couple While Blushing Madly) Hey!! I didn't know the guy was out of town that day! And besides, I only stayed there for one day before I went back home.

Ema: Okay. But how does it feel spending the night with her during that time?~

Wocky: (Blush Turns Bright Red Before Sighing in Defeat) It was amazing.......

Ema: Thought so. (Smiles Softly) Still, I'm happy for you, Wocky.

Wocky: You're not just sayin' that to mess with me, are you?

Ema: Relax. My teasing session of you is over. I'm honestly really glad that you and Trucy got together during those times.

Wocky: (Smiles Brightly) Thanks! I'm pretty glad and happy about it myself. (Frowns a Little While Looking Away) I just hope I don't mess it up like I did with Alita....

Klavier: (Puts on a Reassuring Smile on his Face) Wocky, my friend, we talked about this. Everything that happened between you two wasn't your fault.

Ema: Fop's right. The two-timing hoe wasn't even good enough for you to begin with.

Wocky: (Chuckles Lightly) Yeah. You're right. Still worried though.

Ema: (Place her Hand on Wocky Shoulder) Listen, Wocky, if you ever need any advice on this whole relationship deal, don't be afraid to ask the both of us here, okay?

Wocky: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprised) You guys would really do all of that for me?

Klavier: (Smiles Brightly) Why, of course. We are friends after all.

Ema: (Smiles Brightly) Exactly. Plus, you're practically the kid brother of our group. We always got your back.

Wocky: (Slowly Begins to Smiles Softly and Sincerely) Thanks, guys.

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Apollo: (Takes a Deep Breath Before Speaking) Alright. It's settled.

Athena: Hm?

Trucy: What's settled, Polly?

Apollo: You and Wocky's relationship...........(Smiles Softly) I approved.

Trucy: ('GASPS') Really!?

Apollo: (Happily Nodded) Yeah. I mean, from what everything you said, it was pretty nice and considerate of Wocky to do all of that for you . Plus, I'd be a lousy brother and friend if I try separating you two from one another. So yeah, If you guys are dating, that's good enough for me.

Trucy: Eeeeeee!~ (Hugs Apollo Very Lovingly) Thank you! Thank you! Thank you so much, Polly!~ You have no idea how happy this makes me!!~ (Gives Apollo a Big Kiss on One Side of the Cheek)

Athena: (Happily Hugs Apollo as Well) Oooh~ I'm so proud of you, 'Pollo~ You really are good big brother~ (Lovingly Kiss the Other Side of Apollo's Cheek) ('Mmmwaaah')

Apollo: (Chuckles Lightly While Blushing) Hey. I'm just doing my best being a good one here. B-But I still wanna see Wocky tommorow! About your relationship and all.

Trucy: Okay, but please don't try to scare him too much, okay? Daddy, Momma Maya, and Pearly has done that already.

Apollo: (Chuckles Lightly) Really now? Who do think was scarier?

Trucy: It's....kind of hard to choose really. Daddy uses his scary "My Daughter is Dating a Boy" kind of voice to scare him straight, then after that, Momma Maya puts on dark, twisted smile on her face, followed by Pearly threatening to slap him across the face multiple time, and then there's Athena....

Athena: (Smiles Proudly) I told him I would break his legs if he hurts our little princess.

Apollo: (Gives His Girlfriend a Deadpinned Look on his Face) You seriously told him all of that?

Athena: Of course I did. I mean...('Sigh') Look, I know he's a good guy and everything, but I just wanted to set a good example here. (Smiles Brightly) As a big sister!

Trucy: (Gives Athena a Deadpinned Look on her Face as Well) You mean by threatening my boyfriend that you're gonna break his legs?

Athena: Hey. At least I wasn't as bad as your dad and Pearls.

Trucy: (Pouts at Athena) Doesn't make you any less better!

Athena: (Glares Back at Trucy) Yeah? W-Well......S-Shut your cute face up!

Trucy: Cute? ('Tch') Please! I'm adorable!

Athena: Yeah. Adorably obnoxious.....

Trucy: Was that supposed to be an insult or a compliment?

Athena: Hell if I know!

Apollo: ('Sigh') Yep. I definitely missed you guys alright.

Athena: (Went Back to Hugging Apollo on her Side) We missed you too, Polly!~

Trucy: (Went Back to Hugging Apollo on her Side as Well) Never leave us again, okay!?~

Apollo: (Chuckles Lightly) Relax, girls. (Hugs Both of his Girls Together) I'm not going anywhere anytime soon. Promise.

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zodiyack · 4 years

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Speeding Cars

Requested by anon: Hello I wanted to ask if you could do a Tommy Shelby x reader angsty song!fic based on the song speeding cars by walking on cars. Also thank you in advance and if you can't no hard feelings.

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Female!Reader

Warnings: Angst, swearing, cheating, mentions of abuse

Words: 2,164

Song: Speeding Cars by Walking On Cars

Key: Lyrics = Bold + Italic, Memories (and sometimes emphasis) = Italic

Taglist: @captivatedbycillianmurphy, @stydia-4-ever, @matth1w, @redspaceace, @simonsbluee, @jenepleurepasbaby, @peakysputain, @fandom-puff, @darling-i-read-it

Masterlist | Peaky Blinders Masterlist

So if I stand in front of a speeding car, Would you tell me who you are, what you like? What's on your mind, if I'd get it right? How I love that no one knows. And these secrets all that we've got so far, The demons in the dark, lie again, Play pretends like it never ends; This way no one has to know

He loved her, so Polly understood his pain. The family had recently told him about Y/n’s betrayal. How she never actually loved him. And even if she had, he had to give up his love for her to be with another woman. It hit him. Hard. But she understood his need for space.

At least, that’s what she imagined he was going through.

In reality, Tommy was going through the downfall of their relationship. Y/n had actually loved him, confessed her betrayal one night. Though his reaction was not ideal, expected- yet not ideal, he loved her nevertheless.

She came to him, just the other night, and fessed up the newest information. Her employer offered a deal; Tommy take the man’s daughter’s hand in marriage for peace, or their war would continue. Accepting would mean he, the employer, would no longer be a threat to the Shelby family, but it also meant Tommy could no longer see Y/n, as that would be crossing him.

His palms slammed down on the wooden surface of his desk, splinters piercing through his soft pale skin. The water in his eyes formed into droplets, splashing down on the papers in front of him.

“You don’t love me, do you?”

“That’s not what I said. And frankly, I believe I should be the one to ask that, of you!” The hurt in his voice made Y/n wince. “You’re playing the victim, after telling me you work for my enemy. How wonderful.”

“I understand, Thomas, you’re hurt-”

“Hurt is an understatement. I... I’m letting my family down by falling for you. I’m putting everyone I love at risk, because I was dumb enough to fall for you.”

His angry ranting continued as he paced the room. Y/n felt her own anger bubbling up to the surface before she finally snapped. “You think you’re the only one with that problem? I hadn’t intended to fall for you, but in the end, I did! I fell for you and I don’t regret anything besides working for that... that.. that dick!”

Tommy’s head snapped upwards, finally noticing the tears that streamed down her cheeks, how red and puffy her eyes had become. Her expression showed him just how genuine her confessional outburst was.

“You mean that?”

“Of course I mean it, Tommy. I would give anything to be able to live a normal life with you. No enemies, no living in fear of your life or my own, just a normal life.”

He hesitated, breathing slowly as he processed the information. Tommy scoffed at himself before walking over to Y/n and pulling her flush against himself. “I love you. I know, we’ll have to talk about this in the morning, but for now, I need you to know that I love you.”

“Promise me.”

“Promise you what?”

She pulled away slightly, looking into his eyes, “Promise me you’ll never forget me. If I betray this man... I could die. So, remember me. Whether I run or die. If I run, and the man forgets about me or dies or... so on, promise you’ll look for me?”

The silence that began to crawl it’s way into the room haunted Y/n. She held a breath, fearing the worst of his response before- “Do you even have to ask? How could I ever forget a woman like you?” A smile formed upon his lips, a chuckle following suite.

Even the half smile would have slowed down the time, If I could call you half mine, Maybe this is the safest way to go.

We're singing, Heya heya heya heya, Heya, heya heya. This is the safest way to go nobody gets hurt. We're singing, Heya heya heya heya, Heya, heya heya, You go back to him and then I'll go back to her

So if I stand in front of a speeding car, Would you give your little heart? Say the word? Due to just me and you, This way everyone will know; 'Cause these secrets all that we've got so far. The demons in the dark, lie again, Play pretends like it never ends, This way no one has to know

Tommy excused himself from a conversation with a friend of his wife’s, following something only he seemed to see. It had to be. He was certain. His heart began to pound in his chest.

Only a week ago, he’d married the daughter, gained mercy for his family, and broke his own heart as well as Y/n’s. He really wasn’t in love, despite convincing his wife and the people who’d attended the wedding. Deep down, his heart belonged to the woman he know held against the wall.

His lips traveled up her neck, hand gripping her thigh against his waist. Kissing was the only thing they’d done that night, but her hesitance told him something.

“Is there anything you’d like to tell me?” He mumbled against her jawline, the tingle-like tickle causing her to giggle softly.

“We have to stop this.”

He stopped, smile dropping from his face, and pulled away. “What do you mean?”

“Thomas.” He pulled away, allowing his eyes to scan her features fully. Though the light was dim, he could see every detail. The seriousness they held made his heart drop. “You have a wife. Her father... my employer... he found someone for me. Not my choice, as I would love to continue this... he just...”

“Knows you love me.” Tommy’s eyes fell to the ground, realization hitting him as he finished her sentence. “I understand.”

“Re-remember your promise?” Her words caught his attention once more, “Even though this is the way to live...don’t forget me. We can find a way to push through this.”

“You’re right.”

“I love y-”

“You made your point. I have to forget about you. This is the way to live. And if I still have you on my mind, it won’t seem real.”

“Tommy-” Y/n’s hand came to his cheek slowly, but he pushed it away. “Tommy, don’t do this-”

“No.” He scoffed, chuckling mockingly. “You tell me to give us up, then you tell me not to. Make up your mind, Y/n. Either risk our lives so we can be together, or be a coward and give us up.”

His words hurt her, stabbing her with figurative knives, until she put up the same emotional barrier she held when they first met. “You’re being just as much of a dick as he is. Maybe you should give us up. Cause I would really prefer not going through being under his influence again. So, this is goodbye, Mr. Shelby.”

Her shoulder bumped into him as she walked away. He didn’t miss the redness in her eyes, the way her voice struggled- like she was holding back. Making sure to break in front of him.

And she was; as soon as she left the back doors of the building, her eyes began to pour, just as hard as the rain over her head. Her fiancé waited for her at the front of the building, smoking his cigarette and laughing with his friends.

He was not the best of partners, and neither were the people he chose to spend his time with. She debated, truly, whether she should run back to Tommy, tell him just how bad their choices were, but she was too late. He spotted her, stubbing out the stick, and walked over, grabbing her harshly and announcing their leave to the group of men he had previously been chatting with.

Even the half smile would have slowed down the time, If I could call you half mine. Maybe this is the safest way to go. We're singing Heya heya heya heya, Heya, heya heya, This is the safest way to go nobody gets hurt.

Their attempts of straying from each other were useless. Tommy found himself realizing quite a bit that night. How unwise and cruel the words he used were, how he couldn’t ever try to pretend he loved her.

It wasn’t until he found his wife cheating on him with the man Y/n had married, did he realize they were both fucked over. The employer knew full well of his daughter’s status in loyalty, as well as the man he forced Y/n to marry, yet the grief they both went through from being split gave him a lot of amusement.

But he still wouldn’t let Thomas divorce her, or Y/n her partner. They were stuck, and Tommy didn’t like it one bit. Neither did Y/n. The bruises on her skin were hidden by her long gown, but revealed by the wind. While he was thankful for the sudden topic of discussion, he was beyond angry for obvious reasons.

“What happened.”

Her sharp inhale and slight jump cued Tommy in on her surprise to see him. He saw her eyes light up but dim down when she realized who she was talking to. “Tommy...we shouldn’t be conversing.”

They began walking, perhaps for a disguised conversation, or for the sake of avoiding being in the same spot- where anyone could hear. “Did you know?”

“That our spouses were... yeah. I found out, confronted him...”

“Is that how you got those?”

Her eyes widened. “Thomas- you can’t... you weren’t supposed to see that.”

“Yes, I’m sure I know that, but I did. And I’d like it if you told me what happened.”

“You really want to know what happened? The day you... the day we stopped seeing each other, he grew upset, thought I was planning an escape and slapped me. That was the only time he’d done something as fiancés. However, when I married him...it just got worse.”

His heart panged with guilt, anger, and so many mixed emotions. He wasn’t sure if he liked it or not; emotions stripped away from him when he stopped seeing Y/n. “I could kill him, you know. I’ve got friends-”

“Yes, but then your wife’s father will go after me, your friends and family, as well you.”

“He wouldn’t know.”

“Really?” She chuckled, “Yes, yes. The man who managed to get the Thomas Shelby to fear him would surely never notice a planned death, in which the mighty Tommy set up to get the love of his life back. If she even is that.”

“You are.”

Y/n stopped walking and turned to face Thomas. “Tommy...”

“I know, we must not see each other. I’ve got that part engraved into my brain due to my eternal hatred for it. Just- please, Y/n. At least spend one last night with me?”

The way her e/c orbs flickered away from his made him lick his lips out of nervousness. He hadn’t been this anxious since he was a teen. “Thomas- you know the answer. The least I can do... is this.”

He was about to ask her what she had meant, before her palm lifted to his cheek, her lips touched his, and his hands darted to her waist out of memory. They stayed there for a moment, wetness beginning to travel their cheeks, mixing together where their faces touched.

She pulled away, giving him one last pained look, “Goodbye, Thomas Shelby.” Then, just as they both feared, she walked away. She didn’t give him a chance to say it back, for a reason Thomas knew and clung to.

They wouldn’t let it be their last goodbye.

We're singing, Heya heya heya heya, Heya, heya heya, You go back to him and then I'll go back to her

So if I stand in front of a speeding car, Would you tell me who you are, what you like? What's on your mind, if I'd get it right? How I love that no one knows. These secrets all that we've got so far. The demons in the dark, lie again, Play pretends like it never ends. How I love that no one knows

Advertise my secret- I don't really need it. I know you can feel this, So advertise my secret; I don't really need it. I know you can feel this; So advertise my, Advertise my secret

The distance was too much for either of them to handle.

Y/n took it better than Thomas, clinging to their previous meeting, the softness of his lips bringing a red hue to her cheeks every time she thought of it, and the feeling of his smooth skin against her palm sending shivers down her back.

Tommy, however, was hellbent on getting her back. Their kiss was enough to send him over the edge, to find a way to get her back into his arms. He thought of many tricks and loopholes, but none ever played out successfully in his brain.

So he tried to drag Y/n into it.

He nudged her harshly, “Tell them. I could care less.”

“But I care. It could get us both killed.”

“Say that you threatened me with it.”

“Threatened you with the fact that I slept with you a number of times the week of and the week after your wedding? Yes, what a wonderful thing to tell the man who has the trigger at the ready. Tell him that I slept with his daughter’s husband despite, oh- you know, his daughter getting married to him.” Her sarcasm was painful.

“I’m trying to think of ways for us to be together, Y/n.”

“Maybe there isn’t one! Have you ever thought of that? Maybe- maybe fate’s keeping us away from each other for a reason. Maybe we just aren’t meant for each other.”

Tommy leaned against the wall, chuckling to himself.

“What?”

“Nothing...” He lit his cigarette and brought it to his mouth, still chuckling. “Just... fuck fate. I say we write our own destiny.”

The line brought a smile to Y/n’s lips.

“So, any luck?”

“Nope. I’m still working for the bastard.” She frowned, snatching the cigarette from his lips and placing it between hers. “How about you? Think you can take him?”

“Not currently. He’s clever, I’ll give him that, but clever doesn’t beat the Shelby’s. ...He thinks it’s fate, ya know?”

“What’s fate?”

“That he’ll be the downfall of the Shelby family.”

“Well...” She handed him back his cigarettes, “fuck him. And fuck fate.”

Her smile fell. She shoved past him and walked down the hall. He could hear arguing, voices belonging to Y/n and her husband, before the clacking of shoes returned. Y/n and her husband walked past Tommy, her husband sneaking a not so sneaky smirk to Tommy, in a rush.

The door slammed shut and that’s when he noticed it. The paper that had fallen from Y/n’s pocket. Words out of his view until he picked it up. The rushed handwriting returning the grin to his pink lips.

“Fuck fate.”

We're singing, Heya heya heya heya, Heya, heya heya, This is the safest way to go nobody gets hurt. We're singing, Heya heya heya heya, Heya, heya heya. You go back to him and then I'll go back to her

If I stand in front of a speeding car, Don't know who you are, Don't know who you are...Heya heya heya heya, Heya, heya heya, You go back to him and then I'll go back to her

#i tried #thomas shelby #thomas shelby x reader #tommy shelby #tommy shelby x reader #cillian murphy #cillian murphy x reader #peaky blinders #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders reader insert #reader insert #x reader #all readers #zodiyack #speeding cars #walking on cars

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staliasjeronica · 3 years

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Riverdale S5 Ep5 Thoughts *Spoilers*

Thoughts under the cut!! :) EXCITED FOR TONIDALE!!!

- more mature Bughead gives off good vibes. Here’s to hoping that if they do have a relapse, it’s just a kiss/makeout/quickie that means nothing and then they realize they don’t feel anything for one another.

- Adult!VA is so sweet aww

- JUGHEAD’S IN THHE BUNKER… bruh he could’ve asked Veronica muah

- Kevin using “Bughead” ew hopefully we never hear it again

- VERONICA DIDN’T TELL HIRAM SHE MARRIED CHAD AS SHE SHOULDN’T HAVE

- Swangs and Toni hating Jughead AS THEY SHOULD. Toothy and Popeye hfjasdhfshk I’M SO PROUD OF THEM FOR STANDING UP TO JUGHEAD MUAHHH

- “THE FIRST RULE OF MY DINER IS NO TABS.” TABITHAAAAAAA!!!!!!!

- Swangs protecting Toni 💞💞💞

- Betty admitting that she and Kevin would sneak peeks at Archie 😏😏 throwback to the first episode

- Still mad they made Reggie work for Hiram. Literal bullshit… makes NO sense.

- Jeronica both having Apple products. SHE JUST CALLED VERONICA MS. LODGE!!!

- SMITHERS ❤️❤️

- WE’VE MISSED MONICA POSH 🔥🔥🔥 LADY LIKE REVOLVERS MMMHM

- THIS IS THE GUN SCENE. ARE WE RIGHT, IS IT ARCHIE?? Oh, it’s Polly. “I haven’t forgotten.” I mean you remembered it because of the random tapes Charles left but sure lol

- Betty is so much more likable now that she’s not with Jughead and an adult muahhhh if I suddenly become a Betty stan MIND YOUR BUSINESS

- Lol Hiram trying to drag Toni down knowing everyone loves her fahjsdkfsaj I have to laugh

- The bad part about being a writer is everyone assumes you can write/write a speech…

- Reggie deserved so much better smh POLLY???

- Jughead looks so good right here ughh

- “I think I’d remember a weird ass name like that.” finally someone says that fjskdhfa

- Again, Reggie deserved better than this devolvement of his character development :(

- BARCHIE WORKING TOGETHER YESSSS. working with the Serpents??!?! OH MY GOD THIS IS SO GOOD THIS IS AL WE EVER WANTED

- You can unincorporate a town……..??

- Not Veronica having to go to Hiram once again… smh but her being the adult in charge makes it better

- HIRAM’S STILL BUTTHURT ABOUT WHAT VERONICA SAID SEVEN YEARS AGO WHAT A LOSER FAJSDHKJFSHFKLAL

- The one time Betty butts in that feels actually good and not annoying yess we love it

- Barchie cleaning up the Andrews’ <3

- Adult Betty is more like they’ve aways wanted her to be

- OH MY GODDDD BARCHIE SHOWER SEX LETS GOOOOOO WE AND THEM HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS FOR FOREVER. It feels so good to actually like this show and get what we deserve 😭😭😭😭 like they’ve been forced to carry out fanservice for FOUR seasons and you can tell everyone is happy for this fresh start. Honestly just erase s1-s503

- The sex scene literally felt so organic muah we’ve rarely ever seen that in this show

- SOMETHING WE’VE BEEN WANTING TO DO SINCE HIGH SCHOOL!!!!!

- barchie friend with benefits muah they can finally head in a direction to where they can be together as they should have been sine the first episode

- Pop 🥺🥺

- WAIT I JUST REALIZED… Veronica used to own/work at Pop’s and now Jughead work’s at Pop’s. My Jeronica ass is taking that and running.

- “HE’S THE ONLY REASON I MADE IT THROUGH.” JUGHEAD PLEASE-

- CHONI! Sucks this is like the only scene of theirs so far but this is Tonidale so they’ll HAVE to get more throughout the season

- Jeronica and Barchie sitting beside each other muahhhhhhhhh this is Barchie and Jeronica’s season

- This show finally being based around Archie

- BETTY IMMEDIATELY BEING IN ON IT. their adult friendships are literally so much better and feel leek their actually friends PLEASE this is all we’ve ever wanted

- SERGENT Archie Andrews. Also Barchie and Jeronica sitting together AGAIN MUAH

- there were definitely more hands for against but whatever

- We got to see Veronica cleaning tables and now we get to see Jughead do it

- Can Jughead ever talk about his OWN tragedy or something lol like bro

- Alice lost her badassery over the years :( II hate it she’s so different

- “Since I made most off the money in our joint accounts.” AHHH BADASS VERONICA

- Barchie owns texting

- JUGHEAD FINALLY ASKING ARCHIE IF HE CAN STAY WITH HIM YESS <3 JARCHIE!!

- Thank God Betty dressed so much better

- So Betty finally genuinely apologizes now that she’s actually in the right literally I—??

- Moree barchie kisses OMG YESSSS

- It’s been so long since this show has been genuinely good… like we all put up with Bughead and Varchie for FOUR seasons of the show only revolving around them and their relationships that never went anywhere and now it’s honestly so intriguing and I’m excited for each episode?? It’s like a new era… imagine not having to be embarrassed about saying we like Riverdale anymore and it being an incredible beloved show like it could have been

#Riverdale #Thoughts #Spoilers

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nsheetee · 4 years

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Déjà vu

Pairing: Ten x Reader Genre: Childhood Friends to Lovers AU, College AU || Fluff Length: 2.3k Warning: Some swearing, that bad cliche where one character saves the other when a car passes by Summary: You accidentally reunite with your childhood friend Ten after several years of not seeing each other.

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Do you ever feel like there’s a memory stuck in your head? It’s somewhere in your subconscious, coming out through déjà vu or through dreams, but you can’t actually remember it until you see a particular picture you haven’t seen in a long time or reconcile with an old friend that you haven’t spoken to in a while.

That’s what it felt like when you see Ten again for the first time in 10 years.

He’s taller than you remember. His hair is still the same shade of black, but now it’s chopped shorter to only cover his forehead rather than his eyes. You used to tease him so much about his lankiness and his height and his hair but as you look at him now, you realize he’s grown. He has muscles that stick out of the short sleeves of his shirt and his tan skin glows even under the ugly lights of the classroom.

You sit down, unknowingly clutching the sides of the seat as you watch Ten. He doesn’t seem to have seen you walk in and continues to sketch in a notebook while a dark-haired guy sitting next to him, you assume Ten’s friend, talks to him. Only your luck would bring an old childhood friend back into your life, especially when you’re trying to start on a clean slate at your new university. You contemplate the pros and cons about dropping this class and taking it next semester, but the professor walks in before you can think on it any further.

The professor is a short and square-looking man with a growing bald spot on his head and a sweater vest over his chest. He introduces himself and starts taking attendance. You can almost feel your eyes roll into the back of your head by how monotonous his voice sounds.

“And next is… Chit...Chitta…” Your eyes glare over towards the dark-haired boy who starts snickering and pushing Ten’s arm. You see Ten covering his face with a hand as the professor attempts to say his full name.

“It’s Chittaphon.” You don’t even realize you spoke up until the words leave your mouth. Bodies turn to look at you, but you can only feel the surprised gaze of one pair. You feel like sliding down your seat as Ten’s mouth opens in realization, the corner of his lips coming up as he keep looking at you.

You should’ve kept your mouth shut.

“Is that your name?” The professor asks, looking up from his attendance sheet.

“No, sir. That’s mine. You can call me Ten.” The professor looks between both of you with a raised eyebrow. “I don’t know who they are.” Some people in the class laugh at Ten’s comment and you feel your body heat up with embarrassment.

You definitely should’ve kept your mouth shut.

When the first lecture ends, you’re out of your seat and through the door before the professor can wish the class a good day. You hear Ten’s voice shouting your name as you maneuver through the other students in the building to reach the doors. A hand on your forearm makes you stop in your spot and Ten comes to stand in front of you.

“Huh. It really is you.”

“I thought you didn’t know who I was.” You shake his hands off your forearms.

“Hey, I was just joking.” Ten laughs and you think you just transported 10 years into the past with his words. Memories of Ten playing pranks on you everytime he would come over for his English lessons with your mother dance through your head. You came to this university to begin a new chapter of your life, but seeing Ten makes you a bit homesick. “I can’t believe you’re here.” He finally finishes his thought.

“Me neither. I thought you weren’t smart enough to get into college.” You cross your arms over your chest and a sneaky smile covers Ten’s lips.

“If one of us is not smart enough to get into college, shouldn’t it be you? You ate crayons when we were 7.” He laughs wholeheartedly at the memory and your annoyance gets the better of you. You walk away from him, but Ten trails next to you.

“Do you remember when we played outside after my english lessons? I once dared you to eat a rollie-pollie and you cried.” Ten laughs again as you both walk out of the building, down the sidewalk, and to the bus stop.

“Oh, oh, do you remember the time we went swimming in the lake and--” Ten cuts off. You look at him when he becomes silent.

“Yeah, you stole my clothes and I had to walk home in my bathing suit. I got a cold from that, for your information.” You finish the story bitterly. That was what you remember the story to be but to Ten, that day was a bit more important for him.

It was the day he realized he likes you. Like-likes you.

That day when he picked you up from your house and walked alongside the road with you all the way to the lake, his heart beat a little faster and he tried to fix his hair even though he knew it was going to be ruined by the water soon. He kept pushing you into the street as you walked and you screamed at him to stop because of the cars passing by, Ten laughed, but he stopped for you. And when he came to his tutoring lessons the next few days, he felt genuine guilt when he could hear sniffling and coughing from your bedroom.

Even now, 10 years later, Ten still finds his heart beating uncomfortably fast and his eyes not able to wander from you. How could he stop looking at you when he hasn’t seen you for the past 10 years?

After a short bus ride, you both get off at the same stop and continue to awkwardly walk down the street side by side. No conversation; just a foot of space between both of you and your own earbuds in your ears.

“Why are you following me?” You ask, filling the uncomfortable silence.

“I’m not following you. My apartment is this way.” You scoff at the amount of coincidences that have been happening to you today, sending a quick message in your head to Fate to ask why she hates you. When Ten notices you step up the steps to a building, he stops and turns to face you.

“I live over there.” He points to a tall apartment building across the street. “It looks like you and I will be walking home together every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.” He smiles cheekily before turning around and continuing his walk to his own home.

When you make it into your apartment, you take off your shoes and lean against the wall, sliding down until your butt meets the wooden floor. You push a sigh out of your lungs, already tired from school and it was only the first day. You contemplate just how bad it is that Ten will be in one of your classes and living only a minute away from you. Despite all of his teasing and the amount of embarrassing memories he has of you, he’s still an old friend and you’ll treat him as such. You just hope the small crush you had on him as a child will stay in the past.

☆☆☆

“Stop moving.” Ten grumbles from beside you, his knee nudging your side as he folds himself between you and the window of the bus. He’s been attempting to draw you on the bus ride home today, but your moving has kept him from getting a good look at your face. You’re a bit scared to look at him, fearing your inability to look away if you get the chance to stare at him.

“Wait,” Ten says suddenly, causing you to stop your movement. “Don’t move. Not even an inch.” He mumbles, his pencil working quickly on his notepad. It’s perched awkwardly on his thigh, and his eyes filter from his paper to you multiple times in several minutes. When the bus stops at your destination, you both leave your seats and walk down the concrete sidewalk.

“Well,” You motion your head to the notepad that’s shoved between Ten’s arm and side. “Are you going to show me the drawing?”

“No.” Ten snorts and continues to walk down the sidewalk as you veer off to the right and climb the steps to your building. Before you can roll your eyes and curse him under your breath, he stops and turns to you.

“What’s your apartment number?”

“What’s it to you?”

“Just tell me. Or I’ll knock on every door on every floor until you answer.” You roll your eyes at his threat, but tell him your apartment number anyways. Ten is exactly the type of person who is extra enough to annoy your neighbors. Later that night, your doorbell rings an annoying number of times in a row. When you open the door, there’s no one there. Only a dish of food with a note attached to it sitting on your doorstep.

“You told me a few days ago you live alone. Here’s some pasta I made. Knowing you, you’re probably the worst cook ever. Don’t starve. - 10”

The hand holding the note drops to your side and you stare down at the glass dish on your doorstep, steam covering the inside of it. It’s fresh.

You curse to yourself, childishly stomping your foot down. That little drawing, cooking, conniving imbecile was squeezing his way back into the chambers of your heart. Little by little, you knew you’d fall for him if he kept doing things like this. You can’t help but accept the pasta, opening the lid to the dish and savouring the aroma as the steam hits you in the face.

Damn it. He’s a good cook, too.

☆☆☆

Towards the end of the semester, your and Ten’s schedules became busy. Riding the bus together for 3 days of the week turned into only 2 days, which then turned into 1 day. It was slightly embarrassing how quickly you got used to Ten being around you, and when he suddenly wasn’t there as much as he used to be, you were even more embarrassed to admit that you miss him. Ten quickly pointed out your happy expression when you saw him approach you at the bus station that day.

“Missed me?” He asks, a slight smirk on his lips that makes you roll your eyes.

“You wish.” You lied. Before another word can be spoken, the bus pulls up and you load into your usual seat with Ten at your side once again. The bus ride is surprisingly peaceful; Ten pulls out his headphones and give one to you, your knees brush together as the bus shakes on it’s bumpy ride down the road. It’s snowed in your area this season already but when you step out of the bus, the small snowflakes take you by surprise and you raise your hand to feel them melt in your palm.

“Hey, Y/N…” Ten trails off as you walk down the sidewalk; your shoulders brushing, your head facing upwards while his sheepishly looks down at his feet.

“Yeah?” You finally reply.

“I have something to confess…” He trails off again.

“What is-” You’re cut off by Ten pulling you into him by your elbow. A car honks loudly as it passes by at what is probably way over the speed limit. You and Ten both watch the car drive by, your bodies way closer than they have been in a long time.

“My confession is that you’re dumb. Why would you walk that close to the road?” Ten scolds you, but you know he’s not mad.

“Because I know you’ll pull me away from the road.”

A feeling of déjà vu takes over you and Ten; you both remembered that day that you went to the lake. The sweet memories of an earlier time when the only thing that mattered was what game you’ll play once you reach your favorite hangout spot at the lake. Ten used to push you into the street and pull you back when you yelled at him, but you always knew he wouldn’t put you into any real harm.

Why kid yourselves? Not much has changed.

“I’m gonna kiss you.” Ten states and your eyes widen at his unexpected words. The grip he has on your elbow pulls you closer, if even possible, and he leans in. You lean away, your mind nor your lips prepared for this new step of your relationship. Your other hand stops him from leaning and he looks confused for a moment.

“Sorry-”

“Just so we have our stories correct; you fell for me first and couldn’t stop yourself from kissing me. I’m just so undeniable.” Ten blinks at your words, surprised at your confidence and at your smirk.

“I hate you.” He mumbles.

“Really?” You hum in fake concentration. “Says the guy who’s about to kiss me.”

Ten’s lips find yours, anything to shut you up. You can’t help but smile; so many of your childhood dreams coming true with this one shared moment. You and Ten kiss for a little while longer until your fingertips are numb from the cold.

“Let’s go up to my apartment.” You suggest after leaning away.

“Oh? Already inviting me up to your place?” Ten teases, not letting you lean too far away.

“Very funny. I have to give you back your dish, and I guess we can kiss a little more.”

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satelliteinasupernova · 4 years

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Accidentally Married and Flirting Under Fire for the tropes, pls ❤️

However Jughead had expected to be married, it certainly wasn’t like this.

He found himself standing at the front of an old, derelict chapel in a dusty jacket and a pair of pants he had been wearing for the past two days. Beside him was the officiant, with FP and one of his drinking friends standing off to the side to act as witnesses. His wife-to-be stood beside him in a simple white dress with a veil over her face.

Jughead Jones was going to be married to Polly Cooper, all for the sum amount of 500 dollars.

He didn’t know why her family was so desperate to marry her off to a man with no money, who would barely even have a name for himself if not for the fact that his great-grandfather had been a man of nobility.

What Jughead did know was that if he wanted to save the life of a friend, he needed that 500 dollars immediately. For the past week, he and his father had been trying to pull together the cash to save Sweet Pea’s hide. At the very last minute, FP had found them an option. He hadn’t said exactly how he had found a family that was willing to pay to have their daughter married off as quickly as possible, but by that point, Jughead was far too desperate to ask questions.

Jughead didn’t hold any illusions about the situation. It was very likely that the girl was pregnant and just needed a husband to keep the kid from being born a bastard. There had to be some kind of scandal her parents were trying to cover up to go as far as this.

He had met his wife-to-be once, briefly, the day before. As FP was spending the day tracking down a priest to officiate the wedding, Jughead had gone to meet his new fiancé at the inn she was staying at in preparation for the wedding. Polly Cooper was every bit the kind of polished, pampered girl Jughead expected someone of her stature to be, but there was an uncanny wistfulness in her eyes that Jughead found hard to read. In meeting her, he had only wanted to make sure of one thing, that she approved of the marriage, and that she wasn’t being married under duress.

‘This is precisely what I want.” she said with an easy smile, “Thank you.”

They hadn’t spoken about what their marriage would exactly entail, but Jughead supposed they would have plenty of time for that after the wedding.

As the priest droned through an oft-used and well-rehearsed speech, Jughead stood awkwardly in front of his bride, her face and emotions still hidden behind her lace veil. It was in that moment that it fully hit him that the complete stranger in front of him was about to be tied to him for the rest of his life. To quell the anxieties that were building up in his gut, he reached a hand out to hers, softly cupping the side of her hand with his palm. He could feel her start at his touch, but before he could pull away, she had placed her other hand over his, encompassing his hand with her own.

Jughead wasn’t even listening to the priest’s speech anymore, so he was surprised when it was suddenly over. It took him a moment to realize that the priest was looking over at him expectantly.

“You are now married,” the priest said. With an impatient look, he motioned over to the bride with a tilt of his head.

“Oh,” Jughead said awkwardly. He reached a hand toward his new wife, and delicately lifted her veil over her head.

But the woman under the wedding veil was not Polly Cooper. Or at least, not the Polly Cooper he had met the day before. They were strikingly similar, but where Miss Polly Cooper’s eyes had been opaque and unreadable, this woman’s eyes were clear and expressive. The look she was giving him now, as he stared down at her in shock, was one of determination and challenge. Before he could form words well enough to speak, she took his head in her hands and pulled him down into a kiss.

Once they had pulled apart, FP clapped Jughead on the back. “I’ve got everything we need for Sweet Pea, so just leave that all to me. Have a few days to get adjusted to married life, yeah?”

Jughead’s new wife smiled up at FP. Her smile was pleasant, but she was holding Jughead’s hand in a vice grip to keep him from speaking. “Thank you so much, Mr. Jones.”

With a wink, FP tipped his hat, and walked out of the chapel, his buddy close behind.

“What-” Jughead said as soon as they had left, but his wife was still smiling tightly, her eyes on the priest a few feet away from them. The priest met her gaze with some surprise, but soon with a slight bow, also made his leave of the chapel.

Jughead sighed and tried again, “What is this? Who are you?”

“I’m Betty.” When Jughead didn’t show any response to her name, she added, “I’m Polly’s sister. And now your wife. It is a pleasure to meet you.” She gave him a small curtsy, somehow making the act look sarcastic.

In that one swift moment, he realized with some shock that he fancied his new wife. Really fancied her.

He swallowed and continued with his questioning. “Alright, but why?”

“It’s true that my parents were willing to pay you to marry my sister. What they don’t know is that they just paid you to marry me instead. And now my sister can run off with the man they hoped to separate her from, while we buy her time as a distraction.”

“We’re a distraction,” Jughead repeated, dully.

“Are you unhappy? Your side of the deal was still met. You’ve been paid to be married to a woman you don’t know. Does it matter than you have been married to her sister instead?”

“No, It’s not-” Of all of the things he was feeling, he couldn’t exactly say unhappy was one of them. “Are you alright with this?”

“Me?” Betty said with a small shrug. “You’re attractive. So far, you’ve been kind enough. I have reason to believe that the only reason you are getting married like this in the first place is to save a friend. None of these things are bad traits in a new husband.”

Jughead could feel his cheeks warming, “Yes, but-”

“Also,” Betty interrupted. “While my parents had been willing to disown one daughter, I hardly think they would be willing to disown both of their daughters. If you are prepared to stick with me and wait for things to sort out, we may also have my allowance to live on.”

“You really have thought all of this out.”

“Of course I have,” his wife said with a genuine smile.

“Alright,” Jughead said, not quite managing to hold back a smile of his own, “Til death do us part.”

At that, her smile only grew larger, and leaned forward to kiss him again. This time, softly and sweetly.

#bughead #my fic #fic prompt #trope mash up #this is very Courtney Milan inspired lol #carrying on with the historical aus #once again stretching the meaning of these prompts a lot #writeraquamarinara

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moral-turpitudes · 4 years

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Letting Go:

Trigger Warnings: Um Angst...and some Mutual Pining?

Word Count: 2,276

Characters: Michael Gray x Reader

+ Polly Gray, Gina Gray.

Request: “Okay so I just came up with the idea for Michael Gray x Reader, where Michael leaves for America and comes back with Gina, and the reader learns about it and is pissed with him cause he didn’t want to “get involved” but comes back with a wife...I don’t know the ending, it may be sad or happy :) Thank you love!”

Requested by: @msbzowy

I apologize for it taking me so long, it’s been a crazy month or so lol. I actually really liked this bc it helped me get out my own feels about a much more less dramatic situation lol. Also I liked how your idea focused on this part in the show because Michael kinda really did that one girl dirty, leaving her to have her procedure done and then later turning around and having a kid w Gina...like lol the audacity. (I realize time had passed and he’s allowed to change throughout the shows timeline but it still rubbed me the wrong way a tiny bit cuz I felt bad for that girl he had a fling with. Lol don’t come for my neck plz guys).

Summary: Y/N has no more time for fuckboys.

You felt your breath hitch in your throat as you watched the ship depart, taking your heart with it. The steam rolling out the top as it loudly groaned to life and set sail for America. You sat there until it disappeared, accepting the fact you’d never see the one you loved again.

Michael had been sent off to America for “business” purposes, much to you and his mother Polly’s dismay. You had been close to him ever since he met you at the Garrison two years ago, slowly integrating you into his life and into Polly’s as well. He always tried to keep you from the peaky business that went on, but with you being stubborn, it led you to working as a secretary for the Shelby’s and joining Michael on business runs on occasion. Giving you both some quality time together, despite neither of you admitting your feelings. You were shocked at first as Polly had hired you after seeing how you interacted with everyone else, and so when they shipped him off right under your nose you were taken aback, and downright furious.

Furious at the fact that Tommy would send him away without as much as a phone call briefly explaining the details, and furious at Michael for saying “I’m doing this for the business Y/N. It’s not you, it’s just that I’m not wanting to get involved in anything right now. It’s better if I go at this alone now.”

He said this to you at the dock, you could see in his eyes that he didn’t mean that, like it was scripted from the devil himself and he was just following along. His eyes bore into yours and he left you with nothing but a light hug and a soft kiss on your forehead.

The ghost of his kiss lingered there until the stars appeared, hinting that it was best for you to go home, away from the eerie calmness of the shipping docks.

You had let your frustrations be known before you drove Michael to the dock earlier, yelling at Tommy in front of everyone in the shop before grabbing Michael’s hand and leading him out to the car.

As much as you wanted to walk in now and pick up your work where you left off, you took a long look at the shop and drove on back to your apartment, not bothering to let anyone know your plans for the work week.

When you awoke the next day, your head buzzed and your eyes were brimmed with red streaks as you’d cried yourself to sleep. Mad at yourself that you didn’t flat out tell him you loved him like you had meant to, and mad at him that he’d lie to your face, even after all you’ve seen each other through.

A year had passed and you’d bitterly kept your job as one of their head secretaries, staying mainly for the money it brought in. Avoiding Tommy when you could, and tolerating the others as they made their rounds throughout the shop each day. Polly knew how you’d felt early on, seeing how Michael would light up when you were around, and she’d always tell him after you’d leave their house that he’d better tell you how he felt before you found someone else, but neither of you expected the tables to turn like they did.

On a cold dreary night you walked down to the Garrison, deciding to warm up with a couple of drinks before heading home. Polly had joined you, seeing as you were the only one she consistently worked with and genuinely liked in the whole office.

“Maybe if I drink enough I’ll forget...you know? Just for one night I’d like to forget...” You said, nursing a glass of wine.

“I know dear. He’ll realize it eventually. I wish he would’ve taken my advice. You were good for him...you still are.” She said.

You smirked and looked down at the dark red drink, seeing your tired reflection in it.

As you stared around aimlessly, your attention was caught by a man in a top hat walking in with a short haired blonde woman, not much older than you. She had a on a silvery blue dress and a brown fur coat, and the man had a nice dress suit on, looking oddly familiar in the distance. As they walked towards the bar, your heart dropped as you recognized the man, snaking his arm around the woman’s waist as she ordered them both drinks at the bar.

Polly gently took your hand that was clenched into a fist, speaking sternly next to you.

“Y/N...I’m just as shocked as you are right now but this is not the time nor the place. Let me do the talking if they come over.” She said.

You just shook your head and quickly drank the rest of your wine, desperately hoping it was a dream-or more so a nightmare.

Michael walked over, his eyes going wide as he took in the sight of his mom and you at the bar, immediately locking eyes with Polly.

He knew he couldn’t escape his mom so he reluctantly brought the girl over, clearing his throat before saying hello.

“Hello mum, didn’t think you’d be here this late.” He said.

She looked at him and gave him a small smile, hugging her son for the first time in a year.

“Hello Michael....who’s this?” She asked as you turned away, pouring yourself more wine.

“Mum...this is...my wife Gina. Gina Gray...” He said looking at her and smiling, trying hard not to look in your direction.

“Oh how lovely... I guess the family invitations got lost in the mail...what a shame.” She said before gently giving Gina a quick, emotionless hug.

“We just wanted to get it over with. Being in love and all... You know how that is...It’s so nice to meet ya Mrs. Gray.” She said, her accent doing a number on your ear drums as she shook Pollys hand.

“I’m sorry if we disturbed you and...Y/N...?” Michael asked, pointing over to you as you turned around as if on cue. You took a deep breath before putting your glass down, glaring into him as you put on the best fake smile you could manage.

“Michael! Hello! It’s been too long.....” You began, feeling yourself lose your cool. Polly sighed as you continued, not letting Michael get a word in edgewise.

“You May think I’ve forgotten...but you and me both know you wanted to be together, but you just didn’t have the balls to say it. And to think I was going to tell you that day as well....right before you went on that ship......things really do work in mysterious ways...” You said shaking your head and looking at him with pity before inching closer to Gina.

“My name is Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N. We go way back my dear. Welcome to the family...” You said before mouthing a goodbye to a frustrated Polly and giving her a tight hug before heading out, stopping a few feet away from Gina once again. “....oh and good luck sweetheart, this one’s a real piece of work.” You said pointing to Michael and winking before walking out the door, leaving it slamming against its frame behind you.

You ran quickly over to the shop, your heart racing as you went into the bathroom. You were a bit buzzed, but that didn’t stop you from ruminating over what just happened.

Tears stained your face as your tired eyes looked in the mirror, your cheeks heating up as the heat from the building warmed your numb face.

As you wiped your tears you heard the door open slightly, Ada walking in and eyeing you suspiciously. Everyone knew you and Michael had had a thing for each other until now unfortunately, and Tommy being the devil he is, thought you’d take him away from his business duties, but it couldn’t have been further from the truth. If only he’d let him stay, this would all be different. You’d be wearing a fur coat and a shimmering diamond on your finger right now, but instead you were drunkenly crying in the restroom of the shop that held so many memories.

“Hey....are you okay Y/N? What’s wrong?” Ada asked coming to sit with you on the cold tile floor. Besides Polly, she was the only other person you were friends with while working there.

“Why don’t ya see for yourself...? I’m sure he’ll call a meeting tomorrow to tell everyone all about it.” You said wiping your tears away and heading for the door.

“Who’s gonna call a meeting Y/N?” She asked concerned.

“Michael. He’s back. I’ll see you around Ada...I’ll try to write to you soon.” You said shortly, pulling her into a hug before leaving the shop for what you’d hoped would be the last time.

You felt the cool air on your cheeks as you got in your car and drove home. Your mind racing about what your next steps would be, your heart breaking with each second that passed while being in the same town as him. You wanted nothing more than to go somewhere not because your were forced to, like him, but because you wanted to. You spent so much time pining for a man who never had the balls to say three simple words. So when you got to your quaint apartment, you packed your bags, preparing to leave for London with all the money you had, ready to leave the past behind.

Back at the Garrison, Michael was left in an awkward position after you left, Gina shooting him a worried glance as she held onto his arm.

“Well that was rude of her...” Michael said and Gina nodded. Polly lit a cigarette as she turned towards him.

“Not entirely...” she said pulling him closer to her as she whispered.

“I’d advise you to talk to her, if she hasn’t left Small Heath already. But...you’re not one for taking advice my sweet boy...” Polly said, giving him a hug and flashing a fake smile towards Gina before heading back to the shop.

Low and behold the next day, Michael surprised everyone at the shop by calling everyone to a meeting, leaving the whole family shocked to say the least.

Tommy took one look at Gina and knew she’d be trouble, as he at least didn’t want to vomit every time he met eyes with you. To him you weren’t half bad, you just had a mean streak reserved for him ever since he had sent Michael away.

You had called him personally last night while he was home. Swallowing your pride and letting yourself and your qualms with him go.

“Hi it’s Y/N. I’m sorry this is late, but I’m calling to let you know that after some recent events and careful consideration, I’d...rather not be under your employment anymore Mr. Shelby. I’m grateful for your help and for your family all these years, but some things are meant to be left in the past, some people...actually...You’ll know what I’m talking about tomorrow. Goodnight Mr. Shelby.” You said quickly, before he could say anything.

You quickly packed the rest of your things, and went to bed. Mentally prepping yourself for waking up early to make the necessary housing arrangements and bank notices.

You awoke at 6am, racing with your car already packed, to discuss the selling of your apartment as you were planning on leaving the place as-is for whoever may need it next. They quickly found someone who had been in their list and you had the money in your pocket by noon. After that, you called Polly to meet you somewhere discreet.

“I can’t believe it Y/N. You’re really leaving?” She asked, handing you your last paycheck. Her nerves frazzled by this mornings meeting and last night’s incident.

“Yes. I’m not going to stay in a place where I’m not valued. It may be dramatic Poll, but I think this is the start I’ve been needing. I want to live for me. I want to be intentional with someone who intentionally loves me too, who’ll actually say how they feel even if it’s the last thing I hear from them...But just know I’ll write you and Ada and the others often. I’ll only be a little ways away over in London. I’m not going abroad anytime soon.” You said chuckling. She smiled and cupped your face in her hands, a tear falling from her eye as she spoke.

“I love you dear, so much. I’m sad to see you go....but I think this might be good for you, even though it hurts. But you do deserve so much better. I’m just sorry my son couldn’t be that person despite us all thinking he would be. But if there’s any solace from this, just know that we care about ya. We love you and you’re always welcome back, no matter what they say...just tell them Polly said so.” She said.

You wiped your tears from your eyes as she enveloped you in a hug, the smell of her perfume soothing you as you embraced these last moments with her for the near future.

After getting up and walking to the door, you focused on all that could await you in London, or who.

“Oh and Poll?” You asked stopping with your hand on the doorknob.

“If I ever have a wedding, you’ll definitely be invited. That’s a promise.” You said as she smiled at you, nodding as she watched you head off into the streets of Small Heath and toward your future.

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Roguish Women Part 33

Summary: Kate is an American who fled to Paris to escape her past life. Now she's dancing and playing the part of a courtesan at the Moulin Rouge. There she meets Tommy Shelby who thinks she can be useful in expanding his empire. But has he been blinded?

Part 33: Kate finds solace in her new friends and Tommy wants to escape for a bit.

When Michael returned to the office, it was tense, to say the least. He and Tommy got into shouting matches a few times and everyone could clearly hear them in the office. But it seemed that Michael was too invested in the company to let things get in the way. As well as Tommy wasn’t willing to give up his accountant.

So, things died down a couple of weeks after he returned. Meanwhile, the deal was written and the company was now working with the Forty Elephants. Kate kept in regular contact with Alice and Maggie, building a repertoire as she did with Alfie. Of course, like with Alfie, she found she enjoyed the women’s company. They were women who understood her, understood the things she did. Before, Kate had no one who really understood her other than a group of men. Still, how could they understand what it was like to be a woman in their line of work?

So, being friends with Alice and the rest of her close cohorts was refreshing.

“So, Alfie told me you were in Boston for some time.”

Kate had invited Alice and a few of the other women to join her for lunch at Arrow House. Maggie came along as well as Ruby Sparks and Lillian Goldstein. What looked like a typical ladies' lunch out on the patio was actually a gathering of some of the most dangerous women Britain had ever seen. And Kate felt right at home with them.

“There were things from my past that caught up with me,” Kate admitted. “Things I needed to take care of.”

While Alice looked genuinely interested, Maggie seemed a bit more intent on digging for anything that might garner mistrust. The contract was signed, but that didn’t mean they completely trusted each other yet. They were women who knew the true value of loyalty and how rare it was to find.

“Stuff like what?” Maggie inquired.

“A man I had dealings with.” Kate realized that there was no reason to skimp on details. These girls would understand. “I hired him to kill the man who killed my mother. A man in the Chicago Outfit. I promised him money for doing it but fell through. The deal was either I paid or I married him.”

Ruby made a noise of disgust. “Fucking pig. Who on Earth does he think he is?”

It made her smile a bit even though the memory was so painful. “He caught up to me eventually so I had to return to Boston.”

“Do you need him killed?” Alice asked bluntly. “You name the day and way, love.”

“Fucking castrate him and throw him out on the streets,” Ruby muttered into her teacup.

“Thank you, but he’s dead,” Kate assured them. It was different, hearing them become angry about it. The reactions were similar to Alfie and Tommy. They all wanted to kill the man who treated her poorly. But Alice and the others were acting on empathy instead of sympathy. They understood the plight of being a woman. Struggling under the thumb of a man. They understood the anger and desire to change the tides. To make other men feel the pressure on the back of their necks. It was a shared existence. And as hard as he could try, Tommy wouldn’t understand.

“Good.” Alice nodded. “You killed him?”

“I wouldn’t let him kill me.” Her voice quieted as her brow furrowed in thought. “He took so much from me.”

Lillian, who seemed to be the gentlest of the group touched Kate’s arm. “You’re still standing. You’re still here. He couldn’t take that away from you.”

She nodded, not sure what else to say about the matter. There was comfort in knowing she had allies who understood. Then, Kate noticed the ring on Lillian’s finger. “Oh, I didn’t know you were married.”

Alice, Maggie, and Ruby all snorted. “I’m not, technically.” Lillian looked to Ruby at her right. “Ruby and I…”

It took a moment for Kate to connect the dots but she finally realized when they looked at each other. “Oh, oh of course. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed.”

Maggie studied Kate’s reaction with scrutiny. “It’s something we accept.” She spoke in a firm tone as if to ward off any criticism.

“Of course, no I…I completely understand,” Kate assured them. “There are no rules when it comes to love, least not in my eyes.”

Lillian smiled as Ruby reached for her hand. Both of them seemed relieved to act normally around Kate. There wasn’t anything to hide between the women.

“We hope your men understand that as well,” Alice added.

“Well, I can certainly talk to Tommy about it if you want me to. But I wouldn’t call them my men.” She laughed softly. “I don’t call the shots around the company.”

Alice just shook her head with an amused look. “Men can think they’re in control, but it’s usually not the case. It’s usually the woman behind him.”

“Yeah, the one who’s got his balls in her purse.” Maggie quipped making them all burst out into laughter.

Kate realized how nice it was to laugh again.

~~~~~~~

That same night, Tommy came home earlier than usual. Kate found him downstairs smoking a cigarette and flipped through some mail.

He smiled when he saw her walk into his study. “Did you have a nice lunch today?” He asked. “Mary said you four were in stitches the whole time.”

Kate laughed softly. “They’re very fun to be around.” She agreed.

“All they do is give me the cold shoulder.”

“Hm, maybe it’s how you come across.” She walked over to him, adjusting the collar of his shirt to turn his attention away from the mail in his hand. “I wasn’t very fond of you at first.”

“That’s not true, you liked me.” He dropped the envelopes to pull her close.

“Eh, you were difficult to like. At least you’re handsome.” She teased.

He scoffed and shook his head. “Those women are a bad influence on you.” He joked.

Kate laughed and ran her fingers through his hair. “It’s nice to have other women to talk to. It’s boring talking to men all day.”

“Hm.” He hummed and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“But I am glad to see you again.” She murmured and kissed him.

He deepened the kiss, pressing his hands to the small of her back. But he knew it was up to her to lead. There had been a few times when Tommy overstepped, getting carried away with the moment and Kate shied away. She said it wasn’t his fault, but he knew he was responsible for making her feel safe.

She pulled away and hugged him close, inhaling his cologne mixed with cigarettes to feel at home again.

He lightly peppered kisses down her jaw and neck, holding her tenderly. “Want to go away with me this weekend?” He asked.

“Sure, where to?” A little break sounded like heaven to her.

“Doncaster. I’m going to buy another racehorse and there’s an auction there on Monday. But I figure we could make it a longer trip. If you’d like.”

“That sounds perfect.”

“We could make a week of it.” He proposed. “Go further north, somewhere on the ocean. Scarborough has a nice place to stay by the water.”

Kate lifted her head to look at him. “I’ll follow you wherever, Tommy Shelby.”

~~~~~~~~~~~

“Morning, Kate.” Michael greeted her as she entered the office.

“Michael, how are you?”

Tommy’s cousin didn’t answer because he noticed she had a luggage case with her. “Are you going somewhere?” He asked.

“Tommy and I are leaving this afternoon for Doncaster then to Scarborough.” She answered, setting her case down so she could take a paper that Michael was holding out for her.

The young man seemed a little disgruntled at the fact that his cousin was taking the time to have a holiday while the rest of the family was in turmoil. But there was little he could say or do. Mentioning anything would only lead to another argument. And Michael didn’t have the energy. He was only barely making it by, using snow to keep from crashing as he worked tireless hours.

“I suspect he’s getting another horse,” Michael noted, remembering the last time he went to Doncaster with the rest of the family. When they were all still speaking to each other. Before the terrible nightmares, he had.

“I suppose. I guess we’ll see when we get there.” Kate looked to the door. Tommy had followed her into the building but stayed on the first floor to speak with some of the workers. “How is your mom?” She asked. Seldom could she ask Tommy about the others. He never wanted to talk about what happened and always cast aside her concern.

Michael sighed. “She’s not well. S’been seeing things because of the tablets they have her on.” He admitted. “Talks to spirits.”

Kate had always known Polly as the strong, woman in charge. Secure and reliable, it was hard to hear how the imprisonment had such a negative effect on her. It didn’t matter how strong one was, there was always something that could break them. “I’ve tried to talk to Tommy about everything, I really have but…”

“I know.” Michael nodded. “It’s okay, Kate, it’s not your place to fix things. It’s Tommy’s responsibility.” He scrubbed a hand over his weary eyes. “But they’re all too headstrong to face each other.”

“Right, I’m aware.” She agreed, still glancing at the door every so often just to see if Tommy would walk in. She didn’t mind if he heard her talking about his family. But she also didn’t want the subject to sour their trip together. “And John and Arthur?”

“Out in the countryside. Linda’s due any day now.” Michael figured. “Ada said she’d tell me when the baby was born. He won’t talk to me. Ada’s been…well the buffer I suppose.” He mumbled.

“I haven’t spoken to her in a bit.” Kate admitted. She’d been so caught up in the deal with the Forty Elephants that she’d neglected to stay in touch.

“Tommy’s sending her to Boston soon.” Michael shrugged. “Guess he’s got plans out there.”

Kate’s heart nearly stopped. “What?”

He looked at her blankly. “He didn’t tell you?”

“No…no he didn’t.” She cursed under her breath. “I’m going to leave this here for a moment.” She said, gesturing to her luggage before leaving. “I need to find Tommy.”

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