Would You Stay?

surgery to remove a large meningioma and radiation chemotherapy. The recovery time for this type of procedure is a minimum of two months. I am employed as a bartender and will have no income during the recovery period. Donations will go towards living expenses when I am unable to work. Your contributions will be greatly appreciated! Please donate whatever you can. MY GOAL IS: $1800 DONATIONS & REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED THANKS 👏

Hello. Unfortunately I'm unable to donate, but I hope your recovery goes smoothly. Make sure to get enough rest although im pretty sure your doctors have already told you that lol :]

NETFLIX!!! MY FAITH IN YOU IS SLIGHTLY RETURNING!!

THEY PUT FULL METAL ALCHEMIST BROTHERHOOD BACK ON!!!

WOOOO

time to go watch it instead of doing the pile of homework i got the second i stepped foot in the school building.

Thomas shelby x male reader drabble thingy idk

I've started watching peaky blinders and Im ill which made me think of this and it wont go away so now it's everyone else's problem too.

I've only watched one season so far so might bot be accurate to his character but im trying ;-;

warnings?: mentions of war, scars (not SH), possible PTSD stuff?? violence, alcohol, swearing...im really bad at warnings but i think that's everything unless you need a warning for the french too (jk)

Thinking about Thomas Shelby who owes you a favour. You own your own little group of miscreants but you dont deal with guns or betting, you grew a hate for guns after the war and made a rule to anyone who entered your pub that no guns were allowed. And you didn't do betting because there was too mich competition and dick measuring going on.

What you did deal in and make a living off of, was information, connections, you knew how to get things and what people had done behind closed doors, you were the eyes and ears in the walls. So of course Thomas had come to you for information, but he knew you wouldn't give it for free which is why he offered you a favour.

"anythin you want...any time, just for the information on the blokes I wrote down on that paper"

He says to you, and you take the offer, having the favour of a peaky blinder was valuable.

But what you weren't prepared for was how you'd use this favour.

It's late at night, your group had gotten into some trouble, a fight with another group that you'd prodded the bear with too much. You loose a few of your men, and that bothered you but what shook you the most out of your calm composure was the use of guns in that fight, the ringing was still in your ears as you stood outside Thomas Shelby's door.

When he opens the door you dont even greet him, just blurt out.

"im cashing in that favour. "

To which he raises an eyebrow but lets you in anyways, waiting silently as he tries to neaten his hair, messed up by a rough sleepless night.

"fuck......can i stay?...just for the night?"

You quickly realise how that sounds and sigh before trying to fix it.

"shit, not like that...i just...i just need to hear a heartbeat that isn't my own"

And somehow you got the great Thomas Shelby to agree on your favour, he convinces himself that it's just a favour, that it doesn't mean anything. But the fact you came to him instead of anyone else almost warmed his cold heart. He knew how it felt when the war wouldn't leave, when it made a home in your head and buried itself deep into your bones so that when they creak all you remember are the cries of your comrades.

So there you are, settled on his bed with your head on his chest, listening to the soft thuds of his heart. Your arms are tucked closely to yourself, trying to have the only contact being your head on his chest because this was humiliating enough as it was.

Your eyes close as you focus on the sound of his heart, it drowns out the sound of guns from both today's fight and the war, the sound of your own heart beating too fast because your body seems to still think there's a frenchman nearby and waiting with another gun.

You don't even realise you fell asleep until you wake up to the unfortunate reality that people tend to move in their sleep, finding your arms entwined around Thomas, your legs tangled with his.

Thomas himself was just as surprised when he hadn't heard any shovels that night and then awoke to see his hand ever so gently cradling your head to his chest, almost as a reflex he brushes his thumb across your shortly cropped hair. His eyes trail down, only now noticing the scars from war across your back and arms, he almost touched them and would've if he didn't know that it would probably wake you up.

You both untangled yourselves and lay apart and in silence when you were more awake.

"....this never happened."

You both agree in silence, knowing what would happen if anyone found out as well as the risk of getting attached which was never even thought about by either of you.

It was never spoken of again, both of you going back to just business, you almost forgot about it too.

Until you were sat in your pub, drinking peacefully with the chatter of the men, only to be disturbed when Thomas Shelby walks in, looking more unnaproachable than usual, he makes a beeline for you and murmurs something you weren't expecting.

"i need a heartbeat"

and it clicked, it was like an accidental secret code because no-one else knew what happened that night.

another valentines day spent pretending i think its cute that people are buying the corpses of plants to give to someone they love.

woke up, first thing that happened? a love letter? no. A fuckin nose bleed.

i dont get valentines day, like can you not love your partner the same on any other day?? you dont need a whole damn holiday just because you're in a relationship.

i love watching the most random shit with my grandma, like we've gone from peaky blinders to arcane league of legends 😂

Her only complaints about arcane is how they walk and she really doesn't like the war general mother (i forgot her name)

i was playing some game, cant remember what its called buts its psp?? or smth and it's got kratos god of war in it. (the grey guy with red tattoos?) and theres a guy i really fuckin hate already.

smart arse face and dumbass top hat and moustache. the fucker kept dodging my attacks😑

anyways, it let you make your own character and i was just scrolling through some of like the clothes n shit.

it went from "deaths gauntlets" or smth to " cat ears" and and "cat paws" 😭 bro what is this game?? i love it lmao. i gave my guy a sword that looks like it's made outta flesh and its got an eye.

also started playing a metal gear solid game, which is fun. anyone got tips for playing either of em? or are they the kinda games ya just figure out on yer own?

Would thou write a little accidentally shrinking Simon's mask in the washer 🗣️

yes, I shall write a tibbit of shrinking the scary mans mask.

You had been trying to do him a favour, seeing him return with blood all over the damn thing. You'd had to practically peel the mask away from him even after he'd reluctantly agreed to let you wash it. Your efforts, while valiant, halted when you realised doing it by hand with an old toothbrush and wet sponge was getting you nowhere. So, after cursing whatever material he uses for the skull, you put it in the washing machine, thinking nothing of it...until you were met with a glowering ghost, towering in the doorway which would almost be horror movie gold if it weren't for the fact he was stood with a mask that clung to his face, the holes for his eyes were strained, making them look almost comically large. You could see the shape of his nose and how it was being pushed down, almost flat. You hold in your fit of laughter and end up in a staring contest which definitely did not help your composure. "Y/N" He growled, but instead of responding with fear you sputtered out a laugh, the way his mask clung to his mouth muffled his voice more than usual and you could the fabric straining against his mouth, reminding of you of those sheet ghost costumes but drenched in water. And so you ran for your life. Simon was never going to let you wash his mask again.

(this was my first ask! i hope i did your idea justice!) :]

scream

i feel the urge to scream

not in the ooh lala 😉 way. i mean in a way where my scream sounds like someone has died, like the screeching wheels of a car crash. i need to scream so loudly that i wake up some unknown being.

i need to claw at my skin and fall to the floor on my knees, look up at the sky as if saying to god "this is your fault" as i scream. my voice cracking but at least this strange weight on my chest that makes me feel almost suffocating has finally left

ayyy its me!

i used this https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/2212965

I dont want to see his stupid face again

what if i end up falling for him even more