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are you deactivating? :(

i'm not, you'll still be able to read everything i've posted so far! i'm just not going to be active anymore.

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important

i haven’t posted anything in a while, and i have been wanting to let you guys know why i’ve let this blog become as unactive as it has been lately.

i haven’t been feeling inspired by the fandoms i used to like writing for, and i haven’t been feeling my older pieces, and i think feeling comfortable with the content you’re providing makes up a great deal of feeling inspired enough to keep on providing said content.

so, seeing that i still really enjoy writing, i’m thinking of starting anew. i’ll be creating a new account in which i will be posting classic rock writing, and maybe even some dps stuff.

if i do so, i’ll keep this account up as an archive, so you’ll still be able to read everything i’ve posted so far.

thank you for everything.

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omg omg omg please tell me you’re gonna write another part for all my love

i am! it will probably become a little series (maybe) 10 chapters long?

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All My Love [Alfie Solomons]

Prompt: after deciding there is no truer alliance than marriage, your brothers enlist you to become the wife of the one and only Alfie Solomons.

Pairing: Alfie Solomons x Shelby!Reader

Word count: 840

Warnings: cursing.

A/N: I just finished watching the fourth season of Peaky Blinders and was in an Alfie feelings craze, so here is this little series no one asked for. Based on the song “All My Love” by Led Zeppelin. Please tell me if you’d like me to post a second part!

All of my love, all of my love, to you now.

“I’m not marrying him!”

Sitting down next to Thomas, you repeated yourself, the same four words leaving your lips the way they’ve been doing for days. Ever since Alfie and your brothers had seen each other again and agreed on an alliance.

Since he had seen you when you walked into your brother’s office to return Tommy’s coat, which he given you the night before when he had driven you to your flat. Since he had seen you and decided you were perfect to be his wife. Perfect for him, as he had said. 

“Love, you have to understand,” Tommy sighed, running his hand down his face as he turned to look at you. He lit up a cigarette, letting out a puff of smoke as he spoke. “You have to marry him.”

You scoffed, taking a sip of the whiskey Tommy had poured for you in the hopes of getting in your good side. You had barely touched the glass since he had placed it down in front of you, and he felt a bit of relief when he saw you acknowledging his gesture.

“Aye, I don’t want her doing it either!” John bellowed from his seat, rolling his eyes as Tommy shot him a look. John and you were the closest in age, and thus got along better than anybody else. “She’s our little sister Tommy! You really want her marrying him?”

You looked over at John, mentally thanking him for standing up to Tommy for you. Your brother only nodding in return, far too enraged to give you anything but that. It had been one thing that he’d had to marry to set an alliance, and yes, it had turned out alright, but he had always wanted more than that for you. Much, much more.

“Of course I don’t want her to marry him,” Tommy responded, taking a drag from the cigarette dangling from his lips. He breathed it out, eyes fixed on the smoke that curled into the air and traveled along the room. Eyes fixed anywhere but on you. “But what we want to do and what we need to do are two very different things.”

“Why don’t you marry him, huh? It’s you who want an alliance with him,” you mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest.

Sitting next to you, Arthur laughed at your words, shaking his head as Tommy only glared in your direction.

“I don’t think I’m quite his type, if I’m being honest with you,” Tommy responded, dragging his words in an effort to hide his amusement.

You rolled your eyes, biting softly on your bottom lip as you tapped your foot on the ground. You were almost as stubborn as Tommy, and so both of you knew changing the other’s mind would be quite the challenge.

As did everybody else.

“Well, I’m with Tommy in this one,” Arthur piped in, setting his hands down on the table as he spoke. “We don’t need him fucking us over again.”

“You already know I’m against this,” John stated, pursing his lips as he looked at his brothers.

Shaking his head at John, Tommy looked over to Polly, who was simply eyeing the whole discussion without saying anything. She sighed, turning to look at you before she eyed Tommy.

“It’ll save us a war,” she stated, shrugging. Michael didn’t say anything, but nodded after his mom, as if indicating he agreed with what she was saying. “I you she didn’t have to marry him (y/n), but it can save us of yet another backstab.”

You shook your head, tears pooling up in your eyes as you stood from the table. John copied you, standing up and putting his cap on.

“Looks like it’s decided, then,” you mumbled, feeling a tear roll down your cheek. You were quick to clean it with the back of your hand, turning to your brother one last time. “I’ll trust you with the details, of course. Plan the whole fucking thing as you like. I want nothing else to do with it.”

You heard Michael calling your name and asking you not to go, speaking for the first time since you arrived, but you ignored him. You ignored Arthur, telling you to calm down. That John had married for convenience, too, and it had worked out alright.

You ignored Tommy, too, who mumbled a soft apology you almost didn’t hear. Ignored how bad he must’ve felt if he was offering you an apology.

You ignored them all, crying softly into John’s chest as he walked you out. You hoped that by ignoring them you’d be able to ignore the fact that you were going to marry a man you didn’t love. A man you didn’t even know.

You hoped that by ignoring them, you’d be able to forget it was your family who was doing this to you. Basically selling you off for business.

You hoped you’d be able to forget you were a Shelby too.

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Hello! I'm a fan of your work, seriously you're the best, idk If this is weird but I'm gonna start to write oneshots too, so I was wondering If you wanted to please request something or just reblog my fandom list, idk, just If you want to, If you don't It's okay tho, keep up the good work :)

hey! sure, i’ll gladly request something from you! just send me an ask off-anon ☺️

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Pleaseeeee do #44 and #50 with william magnusson, I need some new skam content😂😂

hello! i’ll definitely do it, i was just wondering whether you’d like it to be #44 and #50 from the angst section or from the fluff section 😌 lmk and i’ll get right on to it! 

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Hii, i lo ve your work♡ and I was wondering If I could get a ship for bohemian rhapsody? I'm 5'4ft, I have honey eyes and blonde hair to my shoulders, I like to paint and listen to music, I loooove to cuddle, watch movieas and snacks, I love reading books, I dress sometimes girly and sometimes boyish, it depends on my mood, thaaaaanks♡

hello! 💖

i ship you with john! friday nights with john normally consist of watching some random movie on tv and cuddling while telling each other about your day. he’d sometimes come home and play you whatever it is he’s been working on, and would love to just lay down on the couch as he watches you paint (you once asked him to model for you and he blushed so much, it was adorable). you definitely borrow his shirts and he never really says anything, mostly because he loves seeing you in them (you two do go out shopping together and mostly end up picking shirts both of you like bc you both know you’ll end up sharing it).

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hey, i was wondering if i could get a ship and if it could be for stranger things and bohemian rhapsody? if not, it’s okay if you just choose one. anyway, i’m always kind of told i’m intimidating and hard to read. i’ve got a quick wit to me and i’ve been told i’m smart. i love comics, painting and writing. i’m short and a natural blonde who constantly dyes her hair. classic rock and punk rock are my favorite kinds of music. i also love animals(dogs are a favorite though). thank you!

hello! i’m so sorry this is so late :( 

stranger things

i ship you with steve! 

i feel like he’s the type of guy you could talk to about anything and everything. music, comics, books, you name it. and he gets genuinely interested too. if he doesn’t particularly know what you’re talking about, be sure he’d actually do some research on it so you could talk about it next time. he’s also the ultimate hype man™ and would be constantly gushing about how smart you are and how beautiful you are and how lucky he is to be with you.

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Do you do dps ships, mate?

i do! i do ships for any of the fandoms listed here.

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Hey! Can I request a Dunkirk fic please? Either Tommy, Alex or Gibson, where you pick him up in a rescue boat and you’re really gentle and soothing and sing to him to calm him down. Make it super fluffy please xxx

hey love!

i updated my fandom list a few days ago and do not longer write for dunkirk. i’m sorry :( 

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no one:

me: oh yes i’m gonna write a ton of dps stuff

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Can you do Pat Murray dating headcanons? I love all the other ones you've done!

thank you! it’s posted (: 

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Dating Pat Murray would include...

If I learned one (1) thing about Pat during the whole movie is this: he cares so much. 

No but really, this boy loves you with his whole ass heart. 

Like the only two things he ever thinks about are baseball and you.

I feel like he’d be the sweetest boyfriend. 

And he’s always so focused on making you smile. 

Def the type to blurt out random jokes at the most random times. 

And I mean the jokes aren’t necessarily good, but the way he tells them has you cracking up every time. 

He also unexpectedly gets you flowers every now and then. 

He’d go to the grocery store and return with a bouquet of roses because it made him think of you. 

He definitely talks about you all the time to anyone who will listen. 

To his dad, his teammates, the store clerk who just flatly glares at him as he proceeds to pay for the aforementioned flower bouquet. 

“Can you tell I’m the luckiest guy? I can’t even believe how lucky I am. Whenever we’re together, I always feel like I’ve just won the lottery.” 

He definitely has a playlist for every song that reminds him of you.

And he listens to it before particularly stressing games because it always makes him feel better. 

He can be kinda insecure sometimes. 

Because he knows he’s got a hot temper and he doesn’t think he’s as attractive as some of his teammates, and yes, because he's not that great at batting. 

You’d have a cuddly night in whenever he was feeling like that. 

You’d order pizza and eat it on the bed as you watched whatever romantic comedy you could find. 

He appreciate those nights so much. 

Because you’re always so focused on making him feel better and it honestly makes him feel all giddy inside. 

He’s definitely a protective boyfriend. 

And he does worry a bit too much. 

But he’s not controlling, and he’d never do anything that would make you feel uncomfortable. 

He gets a little bit grumpy if there’s anything going on with you that has him worried. 

Like that time you had the stomach flu and he had to go to a game and he just kept snapping at everyone because he really would have much rather be with you. 

But he’s also so committed and responsible. 

He has never, ever, forgotten a date. It doesn’t matter if it’s an anniversary or just your weekly diner date, he always remembers. And he’s always there. 

He kinda zones out before a game. 

It freaked you out at first because you didn’t know if it was something he did often, but you grew used to it. 

You’re the only one that’s able to calm him down in the middle of a game. 

“Jesus Christ Pat, calm down!”

And he just blushes and stops cursing. 

If he wins, he’s in such a good mood when he gets home. 

He’d cook dinner and you’d dance in the kitchen to whatever song is playing on the radio. 

Such passionate sex.

It’s slow and full of sweet little kisses in whatever skin surface he can find. 

So. much. foreplay. 

Homeboi just wants to make you feel good.

He’d spend the entire night telling you how much he loves you. 

If he looses though, it’s a completely different story. 

He’s extremely quiet and throws himself to bed as soon as you get home, and he doesn’t speak to you for a while. 

The sex is incredible though. 

He’s rough and moody and honestly, you just let him have his way with you. 

There’s a considerable less amount of foreplay but it doesn’t matter because he’s just so hot when he’s in a mood. 

A couple of quick rounds instead of just a long one. 

Definitely marks you up so much. 

Goofy or moody, this boy is SO VOCAL. 

And lbh, he totally has a praising kink. 

I do believe he’d be the kind of boyfriend that writes cute little notes on post-its and pastes them around your shared flat.

And totally tries to pretend like he didn’t do it. 

You’re always watching baseball games together. 

And it was a pretty big deal at first because you cheer for rival teams. 

But nowadays you have a lot of fun because you’re always placing bets (like who gets to cook dinner, who does the bed that week, etc) and you’re teasing each other the entire time. 

He takes a lot of pictures of you. Mostly candids. 

He has a whole folder of your pictures on his phone.

And he’s always showing them to the guys. 

“Yes, Pat. (Y/N)’s beautiful. Now come on, we have a game to win.”

He’s just so head over heels in love with you. 

And he’s so damn proud of it. 

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i saw you write for dead poets society! anything charlie, please?

yes and yes! i love that movie and that boy with my entire soul ❤️

i just posted it, i’m sorry for the wait!

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Dating Charlie Dalton would include...

Being friends since forever. 

You were neighbors before you started dating, which meant you really only ever saw each other during school breaks. 

You were chilling in his backyard one hot summer afternoon when he finally told you he had fallen in love with you. 

“What I’m saying is... I love you, and I think we would be perfect together. I already know you like the back of my hand anyway.” 

It was kinda complicated at first, considering he was away at Welton most of the year. 

So you talked daily through the phone. 

And since you weren’t actually allowed to visit him, he was the one that would show up randomly at your school or your house, flower bouquet in hand (see where Knox got the idea?). 

You always leaving little notes on his coat pockets whenever he had to go back. 

Most of the time they’re just you telling him you love him, but sometimes they are just completely random. 

He saves every single note. 

Charlie got you this pricey camera as a birthday gift. 

And so whenever you’re together you use it to take a bunch of pictures. 

Posed pictures of him goofing around. Candids of him, smiling down at his feet when he thinks you’re not looking. Cute pictures of the two of you that someone else took for you. Attempts of cute pictures of the two of you taken by either you or him. 

The latter are your favorite. They’re always blurry and they always have something missing from the shot, but you find them to be the most authentic. 

Charlie always gets to pick first when you develop the pictures. 

And the one he takes are always the ones in which he’s kissing you, holding you, or the ones where you’re smiling. 

He keeps the photos next to the notes in a little box in his closet. 

He never lets anyone sees them. 

Cameron once tried and he was almost punched in the face by Charlie (it would have happened had Knox not been walking into the room right then) 

Being neighbors means your families are friends. 

So you do a lot of dinners with both families present. 

You and Charlie always sit next to each other and hold hands under the table. 

Your mom notices but never says anything. 

His dad notices and he gives him a big pat on the back. 

You know all of his friends. 

And like most of them, except Cameron. 

Somehow you get along the best with Meeks. 

You always nerd out together, something Charlie never fails to laugh at. 

You were the only girl to ever presence a Dead Poets Society meeting. 

Charlie read out a poem he’d written for you and you nearly cried right then and there. 

You two go out on a lot of dates.

Dinner dates, movie dates and even random picnics when you just can’t figure out where to go. 

Being completely honest, that boy would be happy with being stranded right in the middle of nowhere if he got to be with you. 

He confided the most in you when it all went down. 

He stood there, right outside your house, crying his heart out. 

He barely managed to tell you what had happened as you rubbed his back and he kept his face in the crook of your neck. 

Much to your dad’s digress, he slept in your bed that night. 

You felt him fall asleep right in your arms and his soft breathing lulled you to sleep too. 

Next morning you drove down to Welton. 

And you punched Cameron right in the nose. 

“Serves you right, idiot.” 

You were banned from the installations but it’s not like you had any reason to go back anyways. 

Charlie finished his senior year at your high school. 

And you both ended up applying to the same college. 

You both got in, of course. 

So you got yourselves a flat. 

And eventually you got a cute little puppy. 

It didn’t take him long to propose after the two of you moved in together. 

And so you were a happy family. 

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Queen, 1974

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