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Spooktober Day 23

Square: Nightmares @anyfandomangstbingo Words: 545

Imagine...nightmares coming true with Tommy Shelby

Y/N woke in a cold sweat, panting and gasping for air.

“Baby, are you okay?” Tommy asked, crouching in front of her. He often was not in bed with her when she woke up, nightmares and racing thoughts keeping him from sleeping well.

“Yeah,” she replied, wiping her face with her hand. “Just that nightmare again.”

“That nightmare?” he questioned before nodding his head in recognition. “Ah, the scarecrow.”

Y/N had been having a recurring nightmare for the last several weeks about Tommy standing in a field alone with a scarecrow before being killed, in various ways. Gunned down, throat slit, stepped on a mine. No two dreams had been the same cause of death.

“Sweetheart, you know it’s just a dream. I’m fine. It’s not likely that I’ll ever be in a field alone with a scarecrow,” Tommy cooed, trying to soothe his wife.

“Thomas Shelby, you are not invincible,” she insisted. “It doesn’t have to be literal. Ask Pol.”

“I’d really rather not.”

Y/N continued having the dreams at least twice a week for the next several weeks. She was exhausted and Tommy was becoming annoyed with them. Until he was dragged kicking and shouting into a car and knocked out. He woke up disoriented, grasping the back of his head and groaning in pain. Looking around, he found himself sitting in the middle of a field, a lone scarecrow keeping watching.

“Shit,” he whispered as he carefully got to his feet. His heart was racing, beads of sweat were forming on his brow, his breathing was shallow. He no longer felt the pain in his head, adrenaline taking over.

A loud crack sounded, echoing around him in the vast emptiness. Tommy ducked, covering his head and folding into himself to become a smaller target.

Laughter alerted him to a presence in the trees. As he squinted, he could make out the figure of Aberama Gold holding an ax and standing in front of a felled tree.

“Something spooked you, son?” he called out with a smirk, resting the ax over his shoulder.

Tommy looked over his shoulder and started walking towards the gypsy. “Just fine, Abe. Just fine.”

When Tommy arrived home that evening, he hurried to the study where he found Y/N curled up with a book and a cup of tea in front of the fire. She glanced up when he entered the room, quickly putting away her book and her tea when she saw the look of fright on his face.

“It happened,” he whispered as he gathered her in his arms. “I was in a field. Alone. With a scarecrow. And Aberama Gold felled a tree and it sounded across the field. I was sure that was the end of me.” He buried his face in her neck and breathed her in, committing her scent to memory.

“How did you end up in a field?” she questioned, that one piece of information eluding her.

“Johnny Dogs and a few other gypsies, apparently. Gold wanted to meet and he wanted to make an impression,” Tommy spat, his irritation with Gold evident in voice.

“Remind me to send him a scathing letter tomorrow,” she quipped as she pressed her face into Tommy’s chest.

“Of course, love."

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1, 5, and 9 from the OC asks for the loml Ana Tyler 🥰🖤

Okay, first of all, hiii & thank you for the ask!! Any excuse to talk about my beloved Ana Tyler I will TAKE. Fun fact this will be my second go at this since I had literally just finished and everything got deleted D:

1. How does your OC feel about their full name?

From You Owe Me, we know her full name is Ana Tyler, but she'd told Frank that everyone calls her Ty. To me, Ana is a reminder of her traumatic past. During her time in the 'copy cat widows' lol, they don't really use her name at all, but when they did, they definitely used Ana, and for that reason alone she doesn't really like when anyone calls her that because the flashbacks. Her brother for most of their childhood would be called by their last name, Tyler. So, the nickname Ty is a bit of a tribute to her late brother.

5. Do they have a “tell” for when they’re lying?

I don't necessarily think she has a 'tell', she's pretty good at lying, being a spy and all, but she does get angry when she can't accept the truth. As such an independent person, it's so hard for her to trust people and value opinions and advice that could be different from hers... even from trusted people in her life like Frank and Curt. So, because of that, I think whenever she sort of loses it and gets angry it's her way of handling the possibility that she might not know it all or even worse, she has to let her guard down.

9. Do they have a word or phrase that they tend to overuse?

Okay. This is my favorite question on here specifically because that's what You Owe Me was focused around for me. Besides cursing all of the time, because let me tell you this girl curses like a sailor, her signature thing is "You Owe Me". She doesn't seriously keep track of anyone she says it to, it's just something she does. I'd like to think maybe it was something she'd do with her family growing up, her brother specifically, but honestly it was just something I really wanted to be between her and Frank. As their friendship progresses, and they get more comfortable with each other and learn how to communicate best with each other, it becomes essentially a game to them. I imagine it like this:

Ty would go to him one day to get patched up and she'd be really badly hurt, more than normal. He'd be focused on stitching her up or even pulling bullets out of her, whatever wild situation she got herself into this time and as he accomplishes the task she'd break the silent tension.

"I'm gonna have to owe you really big for this one, I can tell."

"Yea, I'll add it to my list, sweetheart."

She'd think for a minute, between the lack of sleep, loss of blood, and winding down adrenaline, she wasn't as quick to respond. Eventually, after a few beats of silence, she'd speak.

"You know, I actually think, if we held our lists side by side... you'd owe me. Cause like, just having me in your life like really fuckin' improved it, so that alone is like a lifetime owed, you know?"

Frank would smile, while she wasn't looking obviously, and if she caught a glimpse of the humor on his face, he'd deny it and blame it on the amount of blood she lost and mention that she must be delusional. After getting her stable enough, he'd leave to let her rest.

"Where are you going?"

"Apparently, I gotta lifetime of debt owed, so I'm gonna go start chippin' away at that list or somthin'." He'd answer sarcastically while looking over his shoulder wiping his hands on a towel.

Ty would smile, open one eye and look over at him.

"You can start by getting me something to fuckin' eat."

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I just LOVE THEM OKAY. Thank you so much for this, I've been in a writing funk and this was a great way to slowly ease my way back into it. looooove you!!!!