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This is for my story on Wattpad: The Outsiders, Steve Randle: Love at first sight. My Wattpad name is Greasergirl4life

[prettieparker86]

In The Bleak Midwinter || Part 6

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 & Part 5

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warning: Character death & adult content

Gif Credit: @ txepulin, @shelby-tommy, @ckare, @ smallestdeath Thank you for allowing me to use your gifs!

Tag: @lainey-lane​, @pindlemouse, @thelastemzy, @helloandreabeth, @fandoms-broke-my-life, @taylxr0, @shelbysbushblog, @accio-witty-username, @iamtheonewhocares, @infinitelycharmed23, @kingsmanstories, @shelby-gin-limited, @taylxr0, @sympathyfortheblinderdevil, @neversleeping4am, @icebluegriffin  @johhnshelby If you left a message I tagged you. If you don’t want that just let me know. And If you want to be tagged in the future let me know.

Note:   This chapter is based around the opening scene in 4.02, naked by the window, in the tub.  This could definitely be a hard chapter to read. And I really tired to capture the gravity of the situation both between Fiona and Tommy, but also John. So I hope that comes through. This chapter is far beyond my comfort zone. I’m not comfortable writing adult content and I’m definitely not confident about it. That’s part of the reason I’m really trying to push myself as a write with this chapter. 

I want to give a special thanks to two people who were crucial with this chapter. @tommysmutnothingbut Thank you so much for taking the time to give me some pointers. This chapter is nothing like your incredible work, but I really tried to take your suggestions and apply them. Let’s just say I definitely had my fair share to drink when I wrote it ;) Also, @lainey-lane, My editor. I couldn’t have written this without you. You know it scared me shitless so thank you for reading it and giving me honest feedback! And always having my back!

Both these ladies are incredible writers as well, so if you haven’t checked out their work, I highly recommend it.

As always Comments, Likes, and Reblogs are greatly appreciated! Thank you to everyone who supports this story! Without you, I probably wouldn’t write it or at least not post it lol. This one goes out to the 900 followers I some how managed to get. Don’t know how that happened, but you fucking rock!

You arrive back in Small Health early in the morning, when the smoke from the factories and chimneys mixes with the fog coming off the canals and leaves the smoke laced air heavy like dew in your lungs. It sticks to your clothes and your skin like dirt that’s hard to wash off. 

Everything’s painted dark like soot, not even the morning rays can soften as the sky looms a hazy shade of greyish yellow. Whistles blow all around you for the factories as a horse and cart trot on by. 

You half expect a drunken man to stumble past you, trying to beat the rising sun, but no one dares come near you this time, not with Tommy Shelby by your side. 

You never imagined coming back here to stay. You’ll never miss this place.

You barely make it back to Small Heath before word reaches you of the tragedy that’s unfolded. 

It’s chaos, Arthur is nearly inconsolable when he arrives to tell Tommy. Even with Linda by his side, his words slip out past a choked breath, eyes heavy with tears, face crinkled with lines. 

Tommy’s composed even in the eye of the storm, as Ada trembles, biting at her lip to hold back tears, while Linda asks a flurry of questions no one bothers to answer. 

Tommy doesn’t blink - he commands. Barking orders, and suddenly you’re all headed to the hospital, even you and the children, because he doesn’t want to leave you alone and there isn’t time to round up men, he needs them to guard Michael.

But you see it, as you ride off to the hospital, the boys tired weary eyes staring back at you from the backseat, exhausted from the long night and confused over why everyone is crying. 

You see it as you glance over at Tommy in the driver’s seat, his knuckles white as they grip at the steering wheel, gaze focused, eyes barely blinking… Everyone’s heart is broken.

The news is only confirmed at the hospital - John is dead, Michael gravely wounded.

Polly is like a winter storm blowing in heavy from the east. She hollers and cries, you hear her voice billowing out from the hallway, past the swinging blues door where Tommy told you to stay and wait with the children.

“What are you doing here?” Linda asks as the storm rages on around you.

Her question ripping your attention away from the wails echoing out from the long white hall. You turn to her, taking in the pale color of her skin, more pale than you ever remember.

“I don’t know.” You answer honestly with a quick sigh. Your gaze drifting down to the multicolored tiled floor where the boys play with a handful of tinker toys you managed to grab before you left for the hospital. Playing quietly, but not blind to the pain unfolding around them. 

You suddenly, don’t know how you’re going to break to them Christmas isn’t coming today, or that John is gone.

“I don’t know…” You numbly repeat, your gaze returning to that long white hall.

You console Polly the best you can like Tommy asked. Rubbing your hands up and down along her arms as you listen to the flurry of words and demands she makes, that Michael will be alright, he’ll be ok. 

You don’t know what to say, you don’t know anything in that moment, but you are a mother and that alone stirs an empathy deep from within you. You can’t imagine what you’d do if something ever happened to Finn.

“He’s strong Polly. Strong like you. He’s gonna pull through.” You assure her, giving her arms a strong squeeze as she finally meets your eyes. 

You’ll always feel a connection to this woman, this fearless strong woman who saved your life and your son’s with her generosity, but looking at her now you hardly recognize her.

She looks at you, her son’s blood smear on her nice fir lined coat, beautiful in her cloche hat and ringlet curl as she stares at you with eyes swollen from too many tears, her pupil wild and unhinged as she meets your gaze.

“If he- If he-“ Her voice starts to waiver and crack, the sound of it alone shatters your heart more deeply than it’s already broken.

You pull her desperately into your arms, clutching her close. “He won’t.” You swear it. “He won’t.”

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[hopesumners]

[sanctuarytrin]

When you read a fic for smut and it turns out to be well written with a good plot. 

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[samaraweaving]

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[blinder-secrets]

Something Sweet - Tommy Shelby

Requested by Anon: Can you do #55 from the prompt list 

Tommy sat opposite you, cigarette in hand, watching as you finished the last of your meal. The Chef had been right to recommend it, it was delicious. Tommy had promised he’d take you to the nicest restaurant in London, and after that, you were ready to believe he had done. 

“This is lovely,” you commented. The food was good, the restaurant beautiful, and the company, well, you couldn’t have asked for a better dinner guest.

“It is,” he replied. “Wine?”

“Please.” You held your glass out for him, watching as he poured you a healthy amount. “Trying to get me drunk, Tommy?”

He snorted, leaning back in his seat to look at you. “If I wanted you drunk, I’d send you on the lash with Arthur.” 

You laughed and took a sip, conscious of the hungry way his eyes lingered on your lips. It didn’t take a scientist to work out where his mind was. Give it an hour and he’d have you back at your apartment, out of breath and dress-less. 

You smiled over your glass, warm eyes on him. “Say something sweet.”

“Sweet?” He repeated, shaking his head. “I don’t do sweet.”

“You do’t have to tell me that.” You laughed. “That’s why I said it.”

The waiter returned to take your plates, causing a brief pause in conversation. You could almost see the relief on Tommy’s face at its disruption. All it did was spur you on; you’d get what you wanted, even if it meant prying it from his stubborn, cold-surfaced heart yourself. 

“Shall we get the bill?” He said, once the waiter had left again.

“Please, can you just once,” you held up your index finger, “just this once be gentle. Say something sweet.” 

Eyebrow raised, he replied, “You aren’t going to let this go, are you?”

“You’d be a fool to think I would, Tommy.”

He let out a long breath, smoke curling up his lip and into his nostrils before flowing out again. 

“Alright.” He pressed the finished cigarette into the ash tray on the table between you, watching as it crumpled in the ash. There was a long moment of silence, consideration, before he spoke again.

“After everything, I didn’t think I’d find another to share my life with.”

You set your glass on the table and leant onto your elbows, giving him every ounce of your attention. In all honesty, you hadn’t expected him to actually do it…

“I never thought I’d find something…good,” he continued, looking at the table decoration he fiddled with. “I didn’t think I deserved to.”

You reached to take his hand, stilling it, which caused him to look to your face.

He took a breath, speaking before exhaling, “And then I fell in love with my best friend.” 

Your heart stuttered. Goosebumps printed onto your skin. “You mean that?”

“I wouldn’t lie to you.” 

“I love you,” you said. You did love him. With everything you had.

He squeezed your hand, holding it a moment longer before pulling back. “Is that sweet enough for you?”

An easy grin filled your features. “Could do with a little more sugar, if I’m honest.”

He rolled his eyes, unable to hide the slight smirk that toyed the corners of his lips. Lifting from his seat, he leant over the table and kissed you. 

It was short, but warm, and you smiled into it seconds before he pulled away again. Your Tommy, a real sweetheart. 

“Mmm,” you mused, slowly opening your eyes. “As good as treacle.”

“Savour it,” he said, still smirking, “that’s your lot.”

[incorrect-outsiders-quotes]

Sodapop: Darry, there’s a message in my Alphabits! It’s says “oooooooo”.

Darry: Sodapop, those are Cheerios.

[groovy-greaser-gang-blog]

Angsty Conspiracies

WARNING - Most of these are vv sad.

- What if Sodapop is obsessed with cars because of his parents? They died in a car accident, and he feels like he can prevent that from happening to anyone else by fixing them. - What if Steve doesn’t like Ponyboy because he reminds him too much of Mr. and Mrs. Curtis? Hinton writes that Mrs Curtis took Dally under her wing because he was reckless. What if she did the same with Steve because they both didn’t have mothers to point them in the right direction and she knew that? But when they died he was angry, and Ponyboy acted too much like his mother. However he was already too close to Sodapop to do the same (Bonus!! - Imagine a hidden box in the closet of the master bedroom full of photos of the boys, including photos of Steve and Ponyboy.) - What if Darry couldn’t look in the mirror for months after his parents’ deaths because he looks too much like this father, to the point that he would sometimes think it was actually his father in the mirror before he made eye contact with his reflection? - What if Ponyboy was so angry with Darry all the time because he never got to bond with his father and that’s how Mr. Curtis acted? - What if Mrs. Curtis took care of the reckless greasers because they clearly didn’t have functional parents and she wanted to give them that? - What if that’s how Dally came into the gang? He was found by Mrs. Curtis. His dad had kicked him out during yet another drunken stupor. She found him curled underneath a flickering streetlight, cold and drenched from the rain. He was bruised because his father had hit him and he had a sprained ankle from falling down the porch steps. So Mrs. Curtis took him home, tended to his injuries, gave him new clothes, fed him, etc. But most of all she made him feel what it was like to have a mother again. - What if before he got jumped, Johnny was happy and was also reckless, he would smile freely and show every emotion on his face, but afterwards he felt like he couldn’t show his emotions clearly because it made him vulnerable, and he would hear certain noises that reminded him of the sharp rings and how he was beaten within an inch of his life, which would nearly send him into a panic attack? - Imagine Johnny having memories of his parents before they were abusive. Of them being real parents. Dinner at the dining table, Mr. Cade pushing him on a swing at the park. - What if Mr. Cade became abusive first, after becoming an alcoholic due to unknown issues such as possibly losing his job? But Mrs. Cade and Mrs. Curtis were friends, and Mrs. Cade snapped because of marital problems and the accident? - Imagine that before his mom died, Dally and his father were really close, and as a kid, after his mom died, he didn’t understand why his father would drink and beat him until one day, while it was happening, he broke and asked him, and all his father said was, “You look like your mother. I hate it.” - Imagine Dallas having older siblings in New York, and he was staying with them because of his father, but he had to go back because they couldn’t afford to take care of him. - Imagine Dallas having younger siblings, too, who couldn’t escape their dad and him feeling incredibly guilty because he had to leave them behind for his own sake - What if Two-Bit never cleans because his father did quite frequently and he didn’t want to take over the position of his father and accept that he’s gone? - What if Two-Bit’s father used to also drink, and was like Steve and Dallas’ fathers, and it terrifies Two-Bit that he might be becoming like him? But the stress makes him want to drink more, creating a vicious vortex. - What if Steve became angry after the accident, which caused him to lose patience with his alcoholic father in which led to more frequent fights? - What if Dally’s father regrets everything, and wants nothing more than to apologise, but he knows that he can’t because Dally wouldn’t trust him enough to believe him after everything he’s done? - What if Tim never wanted to be a gang leader but he does it to scare people away from messing with Curly and Angela? - What if (after the book) Darry blames himself for everything and thinks it’s his fault because Pony only ran away after Darry hit him, but he never tells anyone that he feels it’s his fault because he thinks that the others already blame him? - What if Darry doesn’t want to be so strict with Ponyboy but he feels he needs to act like his father to make everything feel normal? - What if Dally had planned his suicide years earlier, and that he was always suicidal and depressed, but the only thing that was keeping him from actually killing himself was Johnny, and that Johnny was his anchor and his whole reason for sticking around?

[callmemrscurtis]

That’s okay I didn’t need to hold onto these tears anyway

[sodacan-dx-deactivated20170702]

FUCK THIS POST

[florally-johnny]

where’s the lord now

[roblowes]

can we just talk about how Pony was seen writing his theme in PEN like damn boi you better have some good ass spelling cause if you mess up you fucked

ponyboy took dally’s advice of “get tough like me and you dont get hurt” as “start writing ur essays w pen you’ll look hard af”

[5secoflockscreens]

Steve Randle (Tom Cruise “The outsiders”) lock-screens.

[fuckinggreaserimagines]

masterlist

I’ve been sitting at my computer for an hour. Literally. And usually when you make a masterlist you write out the words you want to add a link to, and then highlight it and these badges will appear that allow you to add links. and ive restarted, refreshed, researched, and the badges will not pop up. i dont know of any other way to make a masterlist :( im real sorry guys im so frustrated. I think I’ll have to borrow another computer and see if I can fix mine up then.

(OMG ITS WORKING YES GONNA POST WHAT I HAVE SO FAR) 

headcannons:

steve hcs

darry nsfw hcs

ponyboy nsfw hcs

dating modern gang hcs

lgbt gang hcs

sodapop strip tease/lapdance hcs

sodapop dry humping hcs

curtis brother hcs

johnny nsfw hcs

dallas hcs

sodapop (+nsfw) hcs

ponyboy hcs

johnny hcs

ponyboy x soc hcs

jealous ponyboy hcs

jealous tim hcs

morning in with tim hcs

tim finding out his girl is bisexual hcs

first date with tim hcs

johnny hcs

cuddling with tim hcs

summer with the gang hcs

curly hcs

gentle tim (+nsfw) hcs

cuddling with johnny hcs

gang teaching you backflips hcs

moving in with tim hcs

sodapop hcs

sodapop hcs

jealous sodapop hcs

curtis sister x gang hcs

cherry nsfw

pda ponyboy hcs

flirting with tim hcs

sodapops girl cheats on him with steve hcs

darry hcs

tim considering long term relationship hcs

gang receiving lap dance hcs

dallas hcs

ponyboy hcs

sodapop hcs

two-bit nsfw hcs

taking care of tim after a rumble hcs

anniversary with tim hcs

darry x soc hcs

two-bit hcs

darry x soc hcs

tims girl in a rumble hcs

drunk gang hcs

gangs reaction to curtis sister in a rumble hcs

what the gang calls their girl hcs

tim telling his girl hes in love with them hcs

ponyboy x artist hcs

tim taking care of sick s/o hcs

cuddling with curly hcs

tim hcs

cuddling with tim hcs

ponyboys soc gf punching a soc hcs

steve nsfw hcs

jealous steve hcs

ponyboy hcs

steve hcs

sodapop nsfw hcs

dallas nsfw hcs

sodapop nsfw hcs

cherrys greaser sister hcs

imagines

ponyboy imagine

dallas imagine

dallas imagine

ponyboy imagine

johnny imagine

dallas x reader x sodapop imagine

drabbles:

darry

darry

other

gangs ideal types

gang: boob or butt?

gang: scale of how much gang likes you sitting in their lap

tim: boob or ass?

ponyboy: boob or ass?

accidentally read your diary au with steve and ponyboy

[marceee24]

So my depressed ass has had the headcanon that Charlie Tommy’s son from Peaky Blinders,

is the Shivering Soldier from Dunkirk,

and that while Dunkirk happens, Tommy/the entire Shelby family is at home in Birmingham worried sick about Charlie. And then Tommy helps his son work through his PTSD.😭😭😭

[prettieparker86]

I love this so much 😢😢😢

[buttwyattarchive-deactivated201]

[theendofaspark]

this is never going to not be funny 

[epitomeofnerd-blog]

Rob Lowe says “that is fucking hilarious” with the straightest face ever

[grapes-of-plath-deactivated2017]

Bless you, Chris Pratt

[drowningz]

This is the hardest I’ve laughed in so long

[edwardspoonhands]

♫♫That’s not something that props can fix…that’s gonna be a little harder to fix.♫♫

[seafoam-aliens]

It’s bACK.

[scumbagsblog]

I’ve seen this a thousand times and I just realized he knocks the fucking Mac of of the counter too

[84reedsy]

@bampan he’s a treasure

[deactivated-blog]

You’ve got me

Big brother Tommy

Requested but I can’t remember who by,

Hope you enjoy this,

No warnings

He always made her his priority, even when he left for war when she was only a mear thought, he made sure she had everything that she could need. Sighing softly, Tommy leant forward, resting on his knees as he looked in to the aqua blue eyes of his youngest sibling.

“That’s dad darlin” he knew she would have questions, that she would want to know why this was the first time she had seen him, never mind hearing his name.

“Arfur said I din have a dad Tommy” she sighed also, her small hands waved around as she spoke to emphasise the fact she was confused. Smiling slightly at the sight, confusion soon laced through his mind, he didn’t know how to word what he wanted to express to her.

“You don’t, dad was a bad guy, he just left. Now you have us okay, ya?” His voice rose in pitch towards the end of his question, desperately hoping that she wouldn’t become upset by this whole experience.

“Got you” at that moment, the entire Shelby family saw Tommy’s heart skip a beat, no one had seen Tommy share a smile that bright in a long time.

“Yea sweet girl, you’ve got me”

[prettieparker86]

In The Bleak Midwinter || Part 5

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 & Part 4

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warning: Mentions of death and blood

Gif Credit: @sikanapanele, @themiseducationofb, @peakyblindersdaily Thank you for allowing me to use your gifs

Tag: @lainey-lane​, @pindlemouse, @thelastemzy, @helloandreabeth, @fandoms-broke-my-life, @taylxr0, @shelbysbushblog, @accio-witty-username, @iamtheonewhocares, @infinitelycharmed23, @kingsmanstories, @shelby-gin-limited, @taylxr0, @sympathyfortheblinderdevil, @neversleeping4am, @ icebluegriffin  If you left a message I tagged you. If you don’t want that just let me know. And If you want to be tagged in the future let me know.

Note: This chapter really starts the beginning of a difficult time for all the characters. I said, season four was a bitch. I also really tried to lay the seeds for things to come. So there are hints of things throughout this chapter. Hopefully that comes through. Hope you like Fiona and Tommy getting closer. Hell, hopefully you just like the update! I also just realized how fucking long this is. Sorry.

As always Comments, Likes, and Reblogs are greatly appreciated! And I want to say Thank You to everyone who commented, liked, or reblogged my post about this update. You all are seriously the best!!!!

It’s the smell of pine and the promise of a drink that draws to into the room. Stack of presents in your arms, ready to be placed under the tree for little minds to wonder about and be tempted to shake. 

But your feet idyll as Tommy comes into view, slouched low in a chair, drink in one hand, smoke in another, staring off at a picture on his desk you know is Grace. 

For a second, only a moment, your heart aches just a little, before you swiftly dismiss the notion as Tommy glances over at you, rising from the chair as if he’s surprised to see you, surprised you caught him.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt. I finished wrapping the gifts” You explain, your gaze dodging his sheepishly as you move quickly for the tree. 

Unsure if tonight will be one of the rare nights you finish what you came to do and then turn in for the night, or whether Tommy will offer you a drink like he normally does. 

You haven’t talked about it, that almost kiss. It’s been over a week and he hasn’t said a word, so you haven’t brought it up either. 

He’s your family- with you and the boys, your friend, a trusted confidant, but also still your boss. That makes this a precarious situation you are none too eager to navigate. 

And he still loves his dead wife. Nearly two years later, the longing in his eyes was unmistakable. 

So you tell yourself, perhaps it was just a beautiful moment gone awry. Getting the better of the both of you.

“No, it’s fine.“ Tommy says, his voice deep and tired from another long day. 

Working himself beyond exhaustion so there’s little time for his mind to wander or dwell on the things he’s too stubborn to fix… You know all his little tricks by now.

“Drink?” He asks. He doesn’t ask what you’ll have. You’re long past such formalities and besides, he already knows.

It appears you’ll be staying after all, you think, as you offer a subtle nod his way. 

You arrange the presents just so underneath the jutting branches and rise on your feet, feeling your shirt drop back down around your ankles as you rise.

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