Completelyutterlyinlove

Hey, my name is Lis. I am writing fan fiction, but not on a regular basis. So be aware that I am not regularly updating my stories and requests. Requests closed, besides for Peaky Blinders requersts!! I would appreciate feedback and requests. Peaky Blinders, Loki, Marvel, Merlin, Hawaii 5-0 :) Masterlist

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“bits to use in everyday conversations”

[loveisfriendship]

A rare occasion

Never would one have thought that a simple smile would mean so much to you. It being such a rare occasion probably meant that the importance to you was that significant.

Watching your husband from afar you noticed that his mood around his family got more and more irritated. Family meeting.

But not one gathered by him. One of his brothers asked for it. You didn’t really listen for what. Probably something about a women.

You were lost in your thoughts, looking at your husband. Thinking about his smile. It’s been a while that you saw it. But he just came back from London.

You’ve known him all your life. Running through the forests, sleeping under the stars. As children his smile was constant.

Time changes that… more war changes that.

Now that smile was reserved for family, but his real smile. The one that you remember from your childhood. The one from ear to ear, when he teases you and tells bad jokes. That one was strictly for you.

Usually in the intimacy of your own room.

Apparently you had been in your thoughts to long. Under the table a careful and gentle tap of your husbands foot gets you back to the reality. His blue eyes look at you confused with a subtle worry behind them.

You smile at him and reach for his arm and give him a gentle squeeze. A sign for him that you are fine. But nonetheless he sets down his cigarette and puts his hand above yours. He gives you a signal with his head that you two should leave. You nod and stand up, realizing again what his brothers are talking about.

“Where are you two of to so quickly?” Arthur asks or more slurs, pausing his discussion with John. Both of them eying you suspiciously.

“Sorry Boys, but it’s time to head home.” You smile at them on the way to the door of the snug. Tommy also stood up and put on this jacket before taking his cigarette again.

“Oh so that’s why you need to head home.” John says and winks at you, grabbing the toothpick between his teeth. It quickly earns him a smack across the back of his head from your husband.

“See you later boys.” He mumbles before opening the door for you. You wave and smile to Polly before you leave, leaving the pub and heading towards the car.

Tommy opens the door for you and you give him a small kiss on the cheek before getting in. The drive home was silent but your hand rested on your husbands neck whereas his hand rested on your thigh. Your finger slowly rub circles on the back of his head.

At home you hand your jackets to Frances before Tommy grabs your hand again and pulls you with him up the stairs to your bedroom. He opens the door and pulls you in before telling the staff not to disturb and closing the door.

You take of your shoes before Tommy stands before you and pulls you close by your hips. His hands settling there loosely squeezing your hips.

“Are you okay?” He asks looking into your eyes intensely before closing the gap between you as you lean in giving him a kiss.

“I’m fine, just daydreaming.” You smile, winking at him, causing him to smirk smugly.

“Oh yeah, what about?” He asks intrigued before pulling out his cigarette case, offering you one. You gladly grab one and wait for him to light it for you.

“A certain someone’s smile.” You answer, blowing out the smoke. But as soon as you see his face you giggle. His confused look was adorable.

“Love, you lost me. What are you talking about?”

“Remember when we used to sleep under the stars?” You ask and he nods, taking another drag from his cigarette.

“I was just thinking about that, and how we talked through the night and fell asleep barely before the sun rose.” You smile fondly, pushing your cigarette into the ash tray, Tommy doing the same. You take his face into your hands and giggle.

“And I thought of all the bad jokes you used to tell. Which cracked me up nonetheless, causing me stomach aches.”

At that description you saw it. That smile you meant.

“And that, that right there was what I thought about.” You smile back, Tommy putting his hands above yours on his face before planting a kiss in the palm of your right hand. Moving his hands to your waist he pulls you closer with a quick and strong drag, but by now smirking down at you.

“Is that so?” He hums and you hum back.

“For my favorite smile of you, we need to do something else first.” He smiles

“Is that so?” You retort and giggle as he nods and grins.

“Well than, Mr. Shelby. Better get to it right?” You say as he immediately crushes his lips to yours, slowly walking you backwards towards the bed.

[loveisfriendship]

Leaving Breadcrumbs behind Masterlist

Author’s Note: Welcome to the Masterlist of ‘Leaving Breadcrumbs behind’. This is a Hawaii 5-0 series, with a right now unknown amount of chapters. Please leave feedback and don’t shy away from messaging me or asking to be tagged!

Enjoy.

Love,

Lis

Summary: This series follows Steve McGarrett’s way of finding out what his fiancé’s secret is and why she is leaving breadcrumbs behind for him to find out. Why did she shoot him? What is this all about? Why codes? And who is behind this?

Leaving Breadcrumbs behind [1/?]

Leaving Breadcumbs behind [2/?]

Leaving Breadcrumbs behind [3/?]

Leaving Breadcrumbs behind [4/?]

Leaving Breadcrumbs behind [5/?]

Leaving Breadcrumbs behind [6/?]

Leaving Breadcrumbs behind [7/?]

Leaving Breadcrumbs behind [8/?]

Leaving Breadcrumbs behind [9/?]

Leaving Breadcrumbs behind [10/?]

Leaving Breadcrumbs behind [11/?]

Leaving Breadcrumbs behind [12/?]

Leaving Breadcrumbs behind [13/?]

[loveisfriendship]

Leaving Breadcrumbs behind [13/?]

Author’s Note: Hello,

Another update after so much time.

Enjoy it. I enjoy writing it and seeing where it gets me. But it did take me quite some brainstorming again of where I wanted to go with it all.

Love,

Lis

Leaving Breadcrumbs behind Masterlist

“Okay, do I understand you correctly, you always see and hear the same people around? About 15?” you ask.

“Yes, and they all have mud everywhere on their clothes. Now that Wo Fat is here, it’s more than 15, but usually he doesn’t stay long. Probably about 2 days.” JJ answers, as he sat down again. The condition he is in, is not going to make escaping any easier. He is thin, has little to no strength. You notice that his breathing becomes heavy as soon as he stands and walks a bit around the small room. His posture is also not very great, probably due to wrongly healed injuries. He doesn’t look like they are still mistreating him. They are not bothered to kill him or not. They knew he would be useful at some point.

“How much food do they give you? And water?” you ask, looking around, noticing no trace of any of these two things.

“Just bread and water. I have about 20 minutes to eat and drink it, before they come and take everything out of here, to not leave me with anything that I could use against them. They weren’t like that in the beginning and I was able to flee. But I underestimated the surroundings and they got me before I got far enough in the jungle to hide. Since then, they make sure, I am not left with anything but myself.”

“What did you see when you fled?” you ask. In your head you are thinking about every possible way of fleeing with your brother. The easiest would be with some kind of vehicle, because clearly running is out of the question. Technically you could be able to carry him, but making both of you slower and a bigger target, because you cannot split up and decoy them.

“Cars standing around, all of them having guns on them at all times. More guns laying around.”

You nod, thinking about possibilities, but you need the exact position of everything. But when was it, that he fled?

“When did you flee? How long ago?” you ask, making your brother sigh.

“Look, (Y/N/N)… I know what you are thinking and what you are planning, but there is no way, that we both will get out of here alive-“ he starts and you shake your head, opening your mouth to protest, but JJ holds his hand up.

“-no, let me finish. You see in what kind of condition I am in, and they do that on purpose. To make it hard for me to flee or cause any resistance. Even if you get out of this cell, I don’t see us both getting out of here alive.”

You kneel in front of him and take his head in your hands.

“JJ, I thought I lost you all this time and by some kind of twisted faith, I am here now and still cannot believe, that my big brother is sitting before me right now. I will NOT leave you here again. Either we both get out of here or we both die here. It’s the same situation as all the other times. For me nothing has changed. What about you?” you ask him as he looks at you, before his lips twitch into a smile.

“Bound by blood and battle” he grins, making you grin. You haven’t heard that since the last mission of both of you.

“Bound by blood and battle.” You nod. “So now tell me everything about the layout of this camp, that you can remember.” You say, sitting in front of him.

Back on Oahu…

The whole Team gathers everything they need and follow the Lieutenants car heading to a Navy station. As they park and enter the buildings, they see that a lot of eyes are on them, probably curious what “civilians” are doing here.

The Team follow Lieutenant Wily and Rath deeper into the building and into a an Operation Room. It’s dark and there a screens everywhere at the back of the room. A lot of people are in the room and watching what is happening on the screen. In the Middle of the room stands a Navy officer, also watching the screens. The team is told to stop at the back of the room and to watch and wait till the Officer is going to talk to them. But soon the whole Team understands that, what everyone is watching is the live broadcast of a mission. Quickly they all understand it’s a mission to take out a target.

As they all watch, Danny quietly moves over to Steve and says

“I’m glad you’re with us now.”

Steve watching the screens intently with crossed arms just nods and answers

“Me too.”

After watching a few more minutes the whole room hears a “Target eliminated” and a few people cheer. The officer in the room then gives new orders before turning around and looking at the team.

“Captain Thomas Hargrove” he says and extends his hand to Steve, but Steve doesn’t move and just looks him in the eye.

“Captain Hargrove, Commander McGarrets Team insisted to be brought here.” Lieutenant Wily explains.

“Of course, he did. Follow me.” The captain explains and leads everyone to a different room.

Once everyone is in the room, the door gets close and Captain Hargrove addresses Steve again.

“I’m hoping that your shoulder is fine, Commander McGarrett.”

“Not thanks to you.” Steve grumbles.

“Alright, what do you want to know?” he asks.

“What do I want to know?! How about you tell me, why according to you, I’m dead?” Steve challenges.

“That’s classified.” The captain answers, clearly not in the mood for Steve’s antics.

“Classified? Faking my death is classified? I’ll tell you what I’ll do about this classified information, I can go out right now and talk to any news channel, that as of right now, the 5-0 Task force is investigating, why MY personal death, was faked. Let’s see how classified this information is after that.” Steve answers, moving closer to the captain, who at first doesn’t say anything.

“There is an ongoing mission, in which we had to ensure that a certain target got wrong information about you and your health status.” the Captain calmly answers.

“Certain Target.” Joe scoffs. “I don’t want to play any games here. You know exactly why we are here. My daughter is god know where, doesn’t know if her fiancé is alive, we don’t even know if SHE is alive. So stop trying to get us to back off, because we won’t and start talking about what the hell is going on here.”

The Captain looks around the room at the whole team before sighing and nodding.

“Fine. What do you know so far?” he asks.

“That I was shot and that she is on the run.” Steve says, making sure not to say anything more.

“Nothing else?” Hargrove asks suspiciously.

“Nothing else, besides that my death has been faked.”

“Fine.” Hargrove nods, seeing as he will not get any more info. “Y/N White contacted us a couple of weeks ago about new information she got concerning her deceased brother. We had no other choice then giving her more information on the mission that caused her brother to be classified as MIA and later KIA.”

“What does that mean?” Joe asks.

“It means, that they were on two separate mission, but didn’t know that. He wasn’t supposed to go missing. They were supposed to individually achieve their goals for a broader context and then get back to us.” Hargrove further explains

“You mean to tell us, that you thought it would be a great idea to tell one of the most successful teams at that time, different target and think that wouldn’t go south?” Joe asks in disbelieve.

“They were always –“ he starts but Steve holds up his hand.

“Do you even know, that Y/N always thought it was her fault, that her brother went missing? Do you understand, that telling them both different goals meant they were not as prepared as they should have?!” Steve explains.

“We understand this is emotional –“ Hargrove starts again.

“No. You don’t.” Steve answers. “Tell us everything that happened in the last weeks, and tell us now.” He continues. Hargrove sighs and starts telling them everything, which is just confirming what was explained in the letter.

“Let me get this straight, even though she didn’t ask for any intervention from your side, you still intervened and covered her tracks? Even when she freed someone from Halawa?” Joe summarizes.

“The prison incident was handled to ensure –“

“Handled? You let someone walk out of Halawa und pretended it never happened.”

“Commander with all due respect, it needed to be done. Whether she needed help or not, we needed her to achieve her goal. To get to Wo Fat.” Hargrove states.

“That is not her goal!” Steve shouts.

“He goal is to get to her brother, which you all failed to do!” Joe growls. “You knew what Wo Fat does to leverage people. You knew he uses family. And you still let her play along. And now look where we are.”

“Do you even know where she is?” asks Steve.

“Currently we are now aware of her location.” Hargrove states.

“Do you have a plan to find her? And what do you do then?” Joe asks.

“Currently, we are trying to track her and tracking some of Wo Fats contacts. But even if we find her, she refused extraction.” Hargrove claims nonchalantly.

“She refused help!” Joe yells and slams his hand on the table “Not permission to gamble with her life. Because you still think its for the ‘broader picture’.”

“So I am guessing, you don’t have any information for us.” Hargrove concludes. In the whole time he didn’t move an inch and is apparently more than fed up with this conversation.

“We don’t.” Steve answers standing straight in front of the captain.

“And even if we did –“ he starts

“- you lost the right to ask.” Joe finishes.

“Let’s go. We are done here.” Steve says and heads for the door, that Chin already opened.

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[loveisfriendship]

Hellooo, I just found your blog, and I just read your story "Leaving breadcrumbs behind," and I really really loved it, I just wanted to know if you discontinued it or if you think you might start re-updating it ?

Thanks so much for reading and asking about it.

Just posted a new chapter!

And I can say, that I started the series again, let's see what it does to the motivation.

[loveisfriendship]

Leaving Breadcrumbs behind [13/?]

Author’s Note: Hello,

Another update after so much time.

Enjoy it. I enjoy writing it and seeing where it gets me. But it did take me quite some brainstorming again of where I wanted to go with it all.

Love,

Lis

Leaving Breadcrumbs behind Masterlist

“Okay, do I understand you correctly, you always see and hear the same people around? About 15?” you ask.

“Yes, and they all have mud everywhere on their clothes. Now that Wo Fat is here, it’s more than 15, but usually he doesn’t stay long. Probably about 2 days.” JJ answers, as he sat down again. The condition he is in, is not going to make escaping any easier. He is thin, has little to no strength. You notice that his breathing becomes heavy as soon as he stands and walks a bit around the small room. His posture is also not very great, probably due to wrongly healed injuries. He doesn’t look like they are still mistreating him. They are not bothered to kill him or not. They knew he would be useful at some point.

“How much food do they give you? And water?” you ask, looking around, noticing no trace of any of these two things.

“Just bread and water. I have about 20 minutes to eat and drink it, before they come and take everything out of here, to not leave me with anything that I could use against them. They weren’t like that in the beginning and I was able to flee. But I underestimated the surroundings and they got me before I got far enough in the jungle to hide. Since then, they make sure, I am not left with anything but myself.”

“What did you see when you fled?” you ask. In your head you are thinking about every possible way of fleeing with your brother. The easiest would be with some kind of vehicle, because clearly running is out of the question. Technically you could be able to carry him, but making both of you slower and a bigger target, because you cannot split up and decoy them.

“Cars standing around, all of them having guns on them at all times. More guns laying around.”

You nod, thinking about possibilities, but you need the exact position of everything. But when was it, that he fled?

“When did you flee? How long ago?” you ask, making your brother sigh.

“Look, (Y/N/N)… I know what you are thinking and what you are planning, but there is no way, that we both will get out of here alive-“ he starts and you shake your head, opening your mouth to protest, but JJ holds his hand up.

“-no, let me finish. You see in what kind of condition I am in, and they do that on purpose. To make it hard for me to flee or cause any resistance. Even if you get out of this cell, I don’t see us both getting out of here alive.”

You kneel in front of him and take his head in your hands.

“JJ, I thought I lost you all this time and by some kind of twisted faith, I am here now and still cannot believe, that my big brother is sitting before me right now. I will NOT leave you here again. Either we both get out of here or we both die here. It’s the same situation as all the other times. For me nothing has changed. What about you?” you ask him as he looks at you, before his lips twitch into a smile.

“Bound by blood and battle” he grins, making you grin. You haven’t heard that since the last mission of both of you.

“Bound by blood and battle.” You nod. “So now tell me everything about the layout of this camp, that you can remember.” You say, sitting in front of him.

Back on Oahu…

The whole Team gathers everything they need and follow the Lieutenants car heading to a Navy station. As they park and enter the buildings, they see that a lot of eyes are on them, probably curious what “civilians” are doing here.

The Team follow Lieutenant Wily and Rath deeper into the building and into a an Operation Room. It’s dark and there a screens everywhere at the back of the room. A lot of people are in the room and watching what is happening on the screen. In the Middle of the room stands a Navy officer, also watching the screens. The team is told to stop at the back of the room and to watch and wait till the Officer is going to talk to them. But soon the whole Team understands that, what everyone is watching is the live broadcast of a mission. Quickly they all understand it’s a mission to take out a target.

As they all watch, Danny quietly moves over to Steve and says

“I’m glad you’re with us now.”

Steve watching the screens intently with crossed arms just nods and answers

“Me too.”

After watching a few more minutes the whole room hears a “Target eliminated” and a few people cheer. The officer in the room then gives new orders before turning around and looking at the team.

“Captain Thomas Hargrove” he says and extends his hand to Steve, but Steve doesn’t move and just looks him in the eye.

“Captain Hargrove, Commander McGarrets Team insisted to be brought here.” Lieutenant Wily explains.

“Of course, he did. Follow me.” The captain explains and leads everyone to a different room.

Once everyone is in the room, the door gets close and Captain Hargrove addresses Steve again.

“I’m hoping that your shoulder is fine, Commander McGarrett.”

“Not thanks to you.” Steve grumbles.

“Alright, what do you want to know?” he asks.

“What do I want to know?! How about you tell me, why according to you, I’m dead?” Steve challenges.

“That’s classified.” The captain answers, clearly not in the mood for Steve’s antics.

“Classified? Faking my death is classified? I’ll tell you what I’ll do about this classified information, I can go out right now and talk to any news channel, that as of right now, the 5-0 Task force is investigating, why MY personal death, was faked. Let’s see how classified this information is after that.” Steve answers, moving closer to the captain, who at first doesn’t say anything.

“There is an ongoing mission, in which we had to ensure that a certain target got wrong information about you and your health status.” the Captain calmly answers.

“Certain Target.” Joe scoffs. “I don’t want to play any games here. You know exactly why we are here. My daughter is god know where, doesn’t know if her fiancé is alive, we don’t even know if SHE is alive. So stop trying to get us to back off, because we won’t and start talking about what the hell is going on here.”

The Captain looks around the room at the whole team before sighing and nodding.

“Fine. What do you know so far?” he asks.

“That I was shot and that she is on the run.” Steve says, making sure not to say anything more.

“Nothing else?” Hargrove asks suspiciously.

“Nothing else, besides that my death has been faked.”

“Fine.” Hargrove nods, seeing as he will not get any more info. “Y/N White contacted us a couple of weeks ago about new information she got concerning her deceased brother. We had no other choice then giving her more information on the mission that caused her brother to be classified as MIA and later KIA.”

“What does that mean?” Joe asks.

“It means, that they were on two separate mission, but didn’t know that. He wasn’t supposed to go missing. They were supposed to individually achieve their goals for a broader context and then get back to us.” Hargrove further explains

“You mean to tell us, that you thought it would be a great idea to tell one of the most successful teams at that time, different target and think that wouldn’t go south?” Joe asks in disbelieve.

“They were always –“ he starts but Steve holds up his hand.

“Do you even know, that Y/N always thought it was her fault, that her brother went missing? Do you understand, that telling them both different goals meant they were not as prepared as they should have?!” Steve explains.

“We understand this is emotional –“ Hargrove starts again.

“No. You don’t.” Steve answers. “Tell us everything that happened in the last weeks, and tell us now.” He continues. Hargrove sighs and starts telling them everything, which is just confirming what was explained in the letter.

“Let me get this straight, even though she didn’t ask for any intervention from your side, you still intervened and covered her tracks? Even when she freed someone from Halawa?” Joe summarizes.

“The prison incident was handled to ensure –“

“Handled? You let someone walk out of Halawa und pretended it never happened.”

“Commander with all due respect, it needed to be done. Whether she needed help or not, we needed her to achieve her goal. To get to Wo Fat.” Hargrove states.

“That is not her goal!” Steve shouts.

“He goal is to get to her brother, which you all failed to do!” Joe growls. “You knew what Wo Fat does to leverage people. You knew he uses family. And you still let her play along. And now look where we are.”

“Do you even know where she is?” asks Steve.

“Currently we are now aware of her location.” Hargrove states.

“Do you have a plan to find her? And what do you do then?” Joe asks.

“Currently, we are trying to track her and tracking some of Wo Fats contacts. But even if we find her, she refused extraction.” Hargrove claims nonchalantly.

“She refused help!” Joe yells and slams his hand on the table “Not permission to gamble with her life. Because you still think its for the ‘broader picture’.”

“So I am guessing, you don’t have any information for us.” Hargrove concludes. In the whole time he didn’t move an inch and is apparently more than fed up with this conversation.

“We don’t.” Steve answers standing straight in front of the captain.

“And even if we did –“ he starts

“- you lost the right to ask.” Joe finishes.

“Let’s go. We are done here.” Steve says and heads for the door, that Chin already opened.

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[tssweetheart]

Sparkling bitter champagne | T.S

Summary: The night of Tommy's first fundraising dinner, you worry if you still fit into the world of luxury he built for himself.

A/N: No proofread we die like men

The pout in your lips didn't go unnoticed by Tommy. His arm rested around your shoulders on the way to the family's first fundraising dinner. The driver kept quiet, driving at reasonable speed and braking smoothly. Tommy's tuxedo was perfectly pressed and his woody cologne surrounded you, warm, masculine, very fitting to his persona. Expensive, it didn't even compare to the alcohol filled scents he wore before.

And perhaps, this was what'd been bothering you, the past, the people you were, who you had become and how much things had changed. The jewelry on your neck was heavy, a costume, the many unoccupied rooms of Arrow house felt haunted and the man beside you, when using his businessman facade, a stranger.

The black Daimler parked in front of a great salon, the name Shelby was prominently displayed on the sign near the entry. Tommy gave your shoulder a squeeze, pulling you out of trance. “Are you alright?” he asked.

“Yes,” you nodded, brushing the wrinkles off your dress, “shall we get inside?”

He squinted, jaw clenching in clear annoyance. Tommy could be sweet and attentive, he had been anything but in the last twenty years. Still, he had the russians and the tory side of the government breathing at his neck, he spent every single minute of the day worrying and at that moment, he needed support, not a fucking pout and dry answers.

“...you haven't said anything all ride,” he accused.

“Well, I-” you shrugged off, “It was hard to plan this dinner, I don't know if I picked the right menu, I don't even know if I'm dressed properly, isn't this sapphire too much for a fundraiser-”

His knuckles caressed your cheek, getting the same tone of the make-up. Ada had advised you to get a better, new blush, you hadn't seen the point until now. Your eyes dropped, how come Tommy seemed so comfortable with all of that?

“This is fucking Birmingham, love,” he tried to soothe, “only people who can't afford the best say it's too much,”

Trying to shallow the frustration, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, the soft fabric of his scarf brushed your arms, very superior to the one you crocheted him last month. “I don't want to embarrass you, Tommy,”

“You don't,”

“What if I do? What if I do now?” you urged, “I don't know half of the people in the guest list, what if people whisper behind our backs of how the Shelbys can barely plan a dinner?”

“What has got into you, eh?” his tone got stricter, as if he couldn't believe the nonsense you were pouring into his ears, “Who the fuck cares if you don't know the guests? They saw our name in the invitation and they still came, they know we got more money than all of them put together,”

“They know we're not like them!” you argued, “We're not Carletons, non Mitfords, non Churchills, we're nothing! We're Shelbys! Who the hell are that?!”

Tommy's jaw clenched. In your eyes, you were expressing how insecure his new lifestyle made you. In his, you were disdaining his name, saying with all the words that no matter how rich he got and how legitimate he went, he wouldn't be good enough.

“What are you talking about?” he drawled. Before you could answer, Arthur knocked on the car's window, rushing you to get inside. The conversation was over, but the problem was far from solved.

♥︎

Between endless waiters, ladies and businessmen, you felt lost. The champagne in your hand got warm. You had talked to a few guests, but they mostly went to Ada, Michael or Tommy. Before the night truly started, you were already excluded from the post of the event administrator and put by the wive's side, a discreet corner in which you, Linda and Esme talked.

“It's a big stone you got there,” Esme told you.

“Tommy gave it to me,” you explained, “insisted I wore it tonight,”

“Isn't it a bit too big for a fundraising dinner?” Linda joked. You contained yourself in forcing out a small smile.

“Where is he anyway?” Esme asked, “Took me and John out of the house, there's only one maid taking care of the children and all I see is my husband having champagne instead of working,”

“Ah, there he is!” Linda located, “Out of the theater,”

You watched Tommy make his way through the crowd, a hand running down his face in frustration. He looked around, apparently searching for someone, his walk was interrupted by a woman's approach. Her brown silky hair was up in a complex hairstyle she clearly didn't do herself, her dress had delicate shiny embroidery which matched her neutral, yet not cheap jewelry. She was confident, carrying a sharp smile on her red-painted lips.

“Isn't that the duchess you invited?” John's wife asked.

“Yes, it is,” you wouldn't confess you paid that woman to be there. Especially not when she talked so freely to your husband.

Guzzling down your glass, you signed to a passing waiter you wanted another drink. The duchess tilted her head, giggling. Your chest weighed, a wife of noble background could change Tommy's life, she could effortlessly cut the leash the government had put on him. In the best scenario, he could divorce you, marry her and keep you as his mistress. If he still hadn't realized she was better, that's it.

You finished another glass. Your stomach hurt, the anxiety for tonight didn't let you eat much and your body was absorbing the alcohol fast. Linda advised you to slow down, you scoffed. Tommy gave you a fat budget for the night's drinks and nothing was going like you expected, you saw no reason why you couldn't let yourself go a little bit.

The duchess touched Tommy's arm and before you knew, you were walking out of the salon, grabbing a bottle of Moët in the way. The back of the building had a garden with long tree lines, round shaped shrubs and a fountain in the middle. Fresh air invaded your lungs, revealing how tense you were.

Assuming no one would notice your disappearance, you popped the bottle open and clung to it like a baby to a sippy cup. The sparkling liquid ran down your throat, burning, uncomfortable, in a frustrated attempt to wash the insecurity away, to get tipsy and cheer up. Gulp after gulp, your eyes watered, you took a hand under your chin to prevent it from dripping on your dress.

Just enough to handle the night, just a few hours left so you could return to… well, Arrow house. Then maybe, maybe you could tell Tommy you didn't like planning fancy events, maybe you could tell him you felt bad when he expected from you something life didn't teach you. You didn't know how to be a lady, how to ride a horse side saddle or use a full set of cutlery. You knew how to work all day and still have energy to do the house chores later, you knew how to save money, how to wash money and manipulate races. You knew how to be his, too, if he was still interested.

Suddenly, the bottle was snatched from your hands. Tommy's eyes were widened, worried, lips pale and parted, an accusatory finger came to your face. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Tommy,” your gasped, teary eyes meeting his.

Noticing your poor state, he froze, put the bottle aside and brought you closer to him. His hands ran through your face, brushing away your tears and the strands that had fallen off your hairdo. “What's wrong?” he worried, “what's wrong, love?”

“I needed a break, that's all,” you negatively nodded.

Tommy sighed, he had so much on, too much on, the realization he was neglecting you came like a bomb. His paranoia had got the best of him, suggesting you were disrespecting his family and finding you crying and alone felt as gut-wrecking as the realization the russians had him cornered in his own city.

“Don't fucking disappear on me like that, there was an assassin infiltrated in the staff, fuck knows who sent it,”

“An assassin?” your sadness turned into fear, reddish eyes widening to the news.

“Arthur and John took him to the back for interrogation, Ada and Polly aren't as efficient anymore, Esme and Linda can't even dream of it, I need someone keep business going, to keep pumping these fuckers for money while I make us safe,”

Snorting, you tried to deny, “I don't think I can do that, Tommy,”

“You're the only one who can,” he begged, “the only one brave enough to sneak out with a bottle of Moët while all of us are worrying our asses off,”

The ghost of a smile showed on your face. Fuck, when did an assassin trying to hurt your family became more normal than affording the best?

“All you have to do is to get the guests to the dining room,” Tommy caressed your arms, “then you can have all the breaks, drink all the fucking champagne you want, can you do that for me?”

“Won't you be embarrassed of them smelling that much alcohol on my breath?”

“Only if it was whiskey,” he joked, ounces of worry still present on his voice, “that is Moët.”

[the-mad-prince-of-denmark]

Glad to see that even at 89 years old, Alan Alda still fucks so hard

[jason-please-see-a-psychiatrist]

when i say i cant find any fanfics. i mean i cant find ANY fanfics. i put in my search terms on ao3 and it comes up with 0 results.

so, tumblr. PLEASE. recommend me some (at least 10k word) arthur x reader fics. i am going insane

[vervainandspritz]

LOVE YOU WITH MY EYES CLOSED

Thomas Shelby x Reader

Part one Part two Part three

Summary: At a young age Y/N was given away for marriage, years later the dust began to settle and her life caught a rhythm she stopped fighting. Is Tommy, the man she once knew too well, ready to play along and let her go once again?

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: depression, heartache, mental and physical abuse

A/N: Slow introduction, next chapter will pick up on pace. Enjoy

Coming back to Birmingham ignited more mixed feelings than Y/N expected it ever would. Pushing through the difficult changes back in the day caused her to stomach so much pain and.. distress at the inability to make her own choices. She thought there was nothing in her to cause fear anymore.

A weird kind of fear it was, this time. Looking out the window as the train plummeted through the fields, shaking and groaning under the weight of people all heading to the city she couldn't shake off. Four years passed so quickly, in a pace she didn't understand when she looked back at the first months of constant struggle she endured. Leaving everything behind. Becoming nothing more than a tool to life of.. prosperity for her family.

She fought it for so long, back then. Much to her father's misunderstanding, her unbreakable spirit made everything so much more difficult.

Yet eventually everything must come to an end though, in a reality where her value was tightly connected with how pretty she was, and how aesthetically pleasing she looked, hanging on the arm of a man she barely knew.

It was much easier to ignore from the distance, but the closer she got to Birmingham, more wounds began reopening, hurting and itching despite her neutral expression and unmoving figure.

One of his hands rested on her thigh, the other one holding a newspaper. The lack of communication was nothing short of normal between them. After all, when nobody was around, they didn't have to pretend as much. Nickolas Winterbourne, a man coming from a life where nothing ever ran out, where pantries were never empty and clothes never dirty. He existed in a controlled environment snuggly clothed in money at every corner, shielding him from any difficulties life planned to throw his way - unaffected by the simple disdain of modern times they happened to live in.

For what it was worth, Y/N considered herself lucky. He was… polite, usually gentle which was way more than she could have ever asked for from people in his social class. His hands were smooth, untainted by physical labour that he never had to do. His disposition contradicted his father's, a man purely self-absorbed and cruel with one purpose – wealth.

Y/N was grateful for the person he was deep down, even though he was forcing her into situations they could avoid, yet rarely violating her physically or mentally.

Nickolas was… indifferent. His demeanour calm, collected and bordering on bored most of the time. His eyes looked at her with a never ending patience and neutrality she grew to appreciate, after watching the way many of his brothers treated their own wives. She was lucky.

The mindset she worked so hard to build, throwing away the values she dreamed of as a little girl, the warm dreams of having a loving marriage with several kids, conversations that would seem to go on forever sprinkled with tender kisses on the forehead and warm touches that would warm her up on cold nights. She exchanged those hopes for expensive dresses and a mansion much too big for any amount of wood to warm. There were continual expensive dinners and meaningless conversations with people she wouldn't care to see ever again with fake seemingly polite smiles. These people never stopped beckoning for their service, acting like the simple action of pouring themselves tea was too much to burden their minds with.

So she was grateful, playing along with the quick pace of life they had. Dressing up quickly, perfecting the empty smile she got used to wearing on a daily basis.

“Be grateful, because you could have had it much worse” she mentally repeated to herself.

A soft squeeze of his hand tore her out of her thoughts, his brown eyes watching her patiently. He witnessed the difficulties she struggled with back then. So her silence rang louder than ever.

”We will spend two days in Birmingham and be back on our way. Tomorrow is the day of the gala, and the day after you will spend on your own matters.” He spoke quietly, reading the troubling emotions in her eyes. He always saw through the mask of neutrality he taught her how to wear like her second skin: a mutual understanding.

Her eyes slowly followed along the lines of his face, finally settling on holding eye contact. Slowly nodding, she covered his hand with her own before forcing out a small smile.

”Thank you” She responded, straightening her back before the train started slowing down before coming to a full stop.

Patting her thigh for the last time, he pulled away.

”Come on. It's time to go”

~~

After getting out of the train, Y/N watched how after stepping out her boots immediately covered in mud.

Some things never changed, she thought with a smile as the scent of smoke filled her nostrils.

”Christ” Nickolas muttered, his face twisting in disgust. Birmingham was nothing like the London they were used to, first expression of the city obnoxiously underwhelming for Winterbourne.

Standing by the road sign they waited for a moment before the designated car pulled up, halting by their feet as the driver opened the door, offering to help in packing the luggage.

Y/N seemed distraught, looking around as she immediately recognized the streets despite small differences and the fact she didn't leave even remotely close back then. A city centre it was, fair distance from Small Heath. A place she used to call home.

”Come on, get in the car” Nickolas whispered, noticing her distracted gaze, grabbing her arm lightly and nudging her towards the vehicle, bringing her out of memories thick like smoke. Looking at him she nodded, obediently getting inside before the car took them to the hotel.

One she had never been in before. This whole situation felt suffocating in ways so weird, she was barely able to look him in the eyes. Even as they moved to the building, getting all the formalities done she couldn't help but let her mind wander towards the ghosts of her past.

Loud, obnoxious laugh filled her head bringing a little smile on her red lips. One that definitely belonged to John, his eyes glimmering with mischief like most of the time. Through the eyes of imagination she saw Ada's long, dark hair she constantly complained about, sighing dramatically in a way that never ceased to make Y/N roll her eyes. Suffering from success, she used to call it, teasing her friend with whom she grew up so close.

A sound came to her ears as lift brought them to the right level, she moved seemingly on an autopilot when her husband fumbled with keys, looking for the right one.

As the door swung open she let out a silent sigh as she remembered. The memory she worked on suppressing so long caught up randomly, big, blue eyes surrounded by thick, dark eyelashes. Colour so dynamic, swiftly changing with the feeling simmering beneath his tough exterior, yet always so bright and clear when he looked at her. She felt like she saw him for the first time, despite it being nothing but her exterior shell shattering at the unwanted memories flooding back in.

Suddenly, she felt out of breath and barely an hour after checking into the hotel, she was in bed facing away from Nickolas. The wall she put up between them nearing the height of one he tried to shatter after getting to know the girl. She seemed so small as she lay on her side, every inch of her body hidden under covers. Hair scattered on the pillow, keeping his gaze away from her features.

They just got here, and he was already losing, Nickolas thought, before remembering the small detail that could shatter his reality if ease if looked into.

”Goodnight” He whispered, pressing a kiss onto her shoulder before turning away and giving her space as the lights went out.

It was only so long he could bend reality to his will, he thought, before closing his eyes and allowing Morpheus' embrace to swallow him up.

In contrast to him, Y/N didn't fall asleep once. The unknown anticipation swirled around in her stomach, pushing her even further away from the man sleeping by her side. Something was coming, and she knew it.

~~

”Do you really trust what you're saying?” Her voice came to his ears, quieter, less confident than usually she'd speak to him.

Leaning forward on his arms, he let his head drop in defeat for a moment before lifting him up. Strong, unyielding gaze meeting her worried, slightly anxious eyes.

Her position in the family and in company made her learn how to deal with emotions on her own for years.. which was never an issue. Woman could only be so vulnerable after raising that many kids and protecting them from the disgusting reality with her fragile hands and soul on her shoulder. But she managed.

So the rare vulnerability she displayed that evening, looking in her nephew's eyes was nothing short of special. The string of responsibility connecting them in ways none of his siblings would understand.

Staring blankly for a moment, he ended up nodding.

”I know, Polly.” He spoke up, his voice heavy with exhaustion and the fear he tried to bury somewhere between his ribs, to never be seen again. But it was there, alive as ever, making his heart thump in an unnatural rhythm. Reminding him of one of survival. Desperate attempts to stick to life even when the dirty earth in the tunnels tried to swallow him alive.

”You need to trust me when I say things will go back to normal. I waited for long enough.” His voice came out sharper than he'd like it to. Blue eyes soothing the damage his voice has done and Polly understood.

Being a witness to the struggles he faced on daily, responsibilities piling on him like layers of clothing, giving no space to grieve the loss of someone who was never supposed to be gone.

…and so he didn't. Instead building an empire on his bitterness and pain, trusting that… whatever was up there would provide if it was meant to be.

That day for once in his life Thomas wanted to pray.

~~

“You need to pick up your pace, Y/N. We can't afford to be late to such an event.” Nickolas snapped, his usually calm and collected demeanour dishevelled with stress as he watched time ticking away on his watch.

She didn't sleep, almost at all. Putting on the mask was more difficult than usual, having to layer the makeup on her tired face, exhausted eyes. The years of struggles managed to catch up in the nine hours she spent on trying to fall asleep. Dreamless nights and loveless days connected with the anticipation in her stomach making it impossible to close her eyes.

”What will they think of us if we show up late, Y/N?” He shot once again watching her movements with his chin higher than he usually carried.

In moments of distress Y/N saw his father in him, usually perfectly hidden away lack of spine showing through the wounds of what the perfect life did to him. Minor inconvenience making him furious.

”Put on your jacket and smoke a cigarette, Nickolas. By the time you're done I will be waiting.” She responded in a neutral way, already taught to not feed into his bitterness in such situations. Not because he was right, but rather to avoid making him cranky as he would surely ruin her already difficult evening.

Watching her with contempt for a moment, he let out a heavy breath before stepping away.

”Five minutes or you will walk there. I'm not going to be late because of your irresponsibility.” His voice faded with the distance growing between them.

Y/N sighed looking at her reflection.

A man that was never supposed to be a husband.

All eyes were on them as soon as they arrived. Y/N smiled, nodding along to the people she saw for the first time as they spoke to Nickolas. She was to not speak unless spoken to, Mr. Winterbourne taught her four years ago. Smile, look pretty and watch your husband. Be attentive and elegant at all times.

Entering the event took them about fifteen minutes with all the pleasantries Nick kept giving away to his associates. Deep down she hated it. The constant need to pretend, not a single movement one of her own.

”Mr. Winterbourne!” A voice came from behind their back as they walked into the main room. An older man with jet-black hair approached quickly, his arm wrapped around the waist of his wife. Glancing at her, they exchanged a joyful look before standing right by Y/N. “Long time no see” His voice was low, but not threatening. Something about the tall and broad man was inviting, friendly.

”Indeed, it's been a long while.” Nick responded, straightening his back before greeting the older woman, getting a hold of her hand gently and kissing the temple. ”How is life treating you, Sir?” His tone mannered and calm, just like always whenever he was in a public eye. After getting a response, he began talking about the details of the gala before the woman suddenly interrupted him.

”...and who is this beautiful woman?” She spoke completely relaxed to which Y/N’s eyes widened in surprise. If she interrupted her husband or any man he was currently talking to in such a manner, she'd get severely punished if not slapped at the spot. Nicholas raised his eyebrow but quickly put on a collected exterior again.

”This is my wife, Y/N” He introduced her, slightly embarrassed that he forgot to do so in the first place. What would they think of him? The older man reflected, kissing her temple with a smile and his wife took her hand in her own.

”Oh, I see” She said, looking at the ring on her finger. ”Absolutely beautiful, how about we get something to drink while men talk about the important matters?” She suggested light-heartedly, winking at her husband who chuckled, shaking his head before giving a simple nod.

”Great idea. I will find you in just a few moments, Precious.”

The way their interactions took place made Y/N truly shocked, she's never seen such behaviour among people in their class before. Were people of Birmingham different than them?

Waiting for his approval obediently Y/N only moved when he gave her a stern nod, clearly not pleased with his own performance, yet he would never admit it.

His behaviour was different this time, she could clearly see it. He was more emotional in the wrong way, every little detail making him visibly angry.

”I’m Meredith” The seemingly fourty year old woman stated, glancing at Y/N sideways. ”You seem to love these kind of events, don't you?” She joked, seeing the way Y/N’s smile dropped as soon as they turned away from their husbands. Internally she panicked hearing the elegant woman's remark, her eyes widening with fear. ”Oh, no worries. We're on the same page… besides. They serve really good drinks, so soon enough it will be bearable.” The tone of her voice was light and amusing as she gave Y/N a little shove. Her demeanor was relaxed and open, matching her husband's which was… refreshing.

”Better get to it then” She mustered a smile in response.

To be fair, time did start passing faster as they settled by the table, slowly sipping on tasteful drinks and talking in a way that allowed Y/N feel much less comfortable than she was at first. A breath of fresh air.

”We’re local. My husband, Christopher, is the owner of several businesses passed down through the family. That's how he knows Winterbournes.” She explained eventually before leaning in closer. ”He doesn't get along well with your father in law. Tradition and peace are the only things keeping them tied together.”

Y/N listened carefully, appreciating that after a couple drinks Meredith's tongue got a bit loose. Usually she'd never hear a single detail about her husband's business or family. She wasn't family by blood, so her access to information was very restricted.

Getting lost in her thoughts again she zoned out for a second before Nickolas’ voice came to her ear from close proximity.

”This is my wife, Y/N Winterbourne.” He introduced her and it took a second to stand up, smooth out her dress before her eyes met the guests.

…and just for a second, her heart stopped, mouth slightly parting as she met the blue gaze she dreamed of for so many years.

”May we dance, Mrs. Winterbourne?” Thomas Shelby asked, standing side to side with her husband. Slightly shorter yet visibly towering over him.

For once she forgot her manners, not able to tear her eyes away from him as she gave a quick nod and without another word, he grabbed her hand pulling her towards the dance floor among other couples. Completely stiff and frozen, her vocal chords were not cooperating as she was on the verge of a panic attack.

His hands grabbed her own, setting them on his shoulders as he pulled her closer.

”Breathe” He said quietly in a husky tone as his scent almost made her faint.

[vervainandspritz]

Leave comments guys, let me know if I should continue with this or maybe not!

[loveisfriendship]

Please continue 😱 the meeting in the end was great. I really want to know what’s going to happen

[lets-play-gwent]

thank you to every single fucking person on this god forsaken site that has ever posted your own art or writing. You really put a vulnerable, important part of yourself out in the open on the hellscape that is the internet and if that isnt an act of bravery and a labor of love I dont know what one is

[longlivearthur]

Heavy is the head

18+ - minors, get yaselves outta here.

*established secret relationship - reader is Arthur’s fiancés lady in waiting*

Warnings - Cheating, illusions to smut, Y/N, fiancée is an OG character.

I do not own any of the characters in this fic, credit to the own of this gif!

The sun shined boldly through Arthur’s curtains, accompanied by the sounds of happy birds chirping as if taunting him. “One day closer to being trapped in a loveless marriage”, they sing. Readying himself to get ready to go and have breakfast with Loralie, his mind slowly wanders to you. The softness of your skin, the breathless whisper of his name on your lips, your shining eyes looking up at him with nothing but love.

Being a prince was something that never phased Arthur, after all, he had everything a man could want. That was until he met you. Darting effortlessly through the crowds of the hall with your hands full, smiling and curtsying to each nobleman who laid eyes on you. He was entranced by your beauty from the moment he saw you, but unfortunately for him, the day he met you, was the day he met his arranged fiancée.

Uther had told him that if he wishes to be King before the year is out he must marry. Arthur begrudgingly accepted and the search for a wife commenced. He was happy with Loralie, she was pretty, well mannered and stayed out of his way, but he couldn’t help to seek you out every chance he got. When he learned that you were to become Loralie’s lady-in-waiting his heart did a dance and then dropped to his feet. Seeing you every day felt like heaven and torture at the same time.

A back-and-forth became the norm between you and the prince. Playful jabs here and there turned into subtle glances, which transformed into brazen flirting once his fiancée left the room. For months, he felt himself falling deeper and deeper in love with you, until one day, he couldn’t take it anymore.

Earlier that day you had fallen victim to one of Morgana’s schemes and were left with a heavy bruise on your face. His eyes clouded with red when he saw what his sister had done. He cupped your face with his calloused hands and examined the damage, his heart squeezing each time you winced in pain. You returned to your chamber that night with a heavy heart and a throbbing face. The tears fell in sync with the stormy weather, believing love was painful.

A knock at your chamber door had you wiping your eyes and breathing heavily. “Who would be coming to see me at such a late hour”

The door heaved open and there stood Arthur. His chest rose and fell quickly, his hair tousled and cheeks pink. “Arthur?” Your eyes scanned him for any signs of illness, injury or god forbid something had happened to your mistress. “Y/N”. You looked up at him with tears in your eyes, lips parted to speak, but before a word could get out his lips attacked yours. Soft and desperate.

He took you that night, repeatedly whispering how much he loved you. He’d lie awake each night he was with you, figuring out how to be with you. Then it hit him.

Once he ascended as King he would change the law, divorce Loralie, as much as it pained him, and marry you. His father would have no say…

And he did just that.

[wonderlanddreamer]

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[greatcometcas]

Where There’s a Will, There’s a War || M*A*S*H 10x17 Original Airdate: February 22, 1982 written by David Pollock, Elias Davis story editing by Karen Hall directed by Alan Alda

[netscapenavigator-official]

You should be starting a recipe book. I don't give a shit if you're only 20-years-old. The modern web is rotting away bit by bit before our very eyes. You have no idea when that indie mom blog is going down or when Pinterest will remove that recipe. Copy it down in a notebook, physically or digitally. Save it somewhere only you can remove it. Trust me, looking for a recipe only to find out it's been wiped off the internet is so fucking sad. I've learned my lesson one too many times.

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[khruschevshoe]

the final scene of merlin was so unnecessary and for what. traumatizing an entire country on christmas eve with the implications that the magical twink with the death wish has spent 1500+ years waiting by that mother fucking lake for his wet golden retriever of a mythical noble boyfriend to come back. and it DOESNT EVEN END WITH A REUNION. haunting. jail for ten thousand years. i am devouring it with pita chips and hummus.