This Is The Most Real Thing Ever

This is the most real thing ever

i am in my 20s but also in my teenage years and also in my 40s

The Boy in the Window ~ Tommy Shelby x Reader (Series Masterlist)

Summary: (Y/N) thinks the boy her daughter sees in the window of the neighbouring house is nothing but a childish fantasy, after all, no one has lived there for years, but when she brings that boy to lunch, she realises that he is in fact very real and above all- the son of none other than the infamous Tommy Shelby. Expect spoilers for Peaky Blinders Season 1-4.

Prologue ~ Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Part 5 ~ Part 6 ~ Part 7 ~ Part 8 ~ Part 9 ~ Part 10 ~ Part 11 ~ Part 12 ~ Part 13 ~ Part 14 ~ Part 15 ~ Part 16 ~ Part 17 ~ Part 18 ~ Part 19 ~ Part 20 ~ Part 21 ~ Part 22 ~ Part 23 ~ Part 24 ~ Part 25 ~ [Completed]

Back to my [Masterlist]

Spoilery additions (Headcanon and Moonboard) under the cut

What the family thinks

Childrens reaction to PDA

Horse Riding

Marriage

Tommy comforting Emma

Calling them Mummy/Daddy

Another Child

Grown Emma and Charlie

This post wouldn't be complete without this incredible moonboard by @polishcrazyone

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stre3tleopard

8 months ago

A red carpet romance ch.1 -(models attract rock stars like flies to honey)

In 2006, Chiara Muzann, a strikingly tall and elegant model with an air of confidence that turned heads everywhere she went, was making her way up the fashion industry ladder. With her long, flowing brunette hair and piercing green eyes, she had recently made waves on the runway in Milan and New York, and tonight, she was attending a high-profile red carpet event in Los Angeles.

Dressed in a shimmering silver gown that accentuated her height, Chiara was the epitome of grace as she glided along the red carpet. She paused occasionally to flash a dazzling smile for the photographers, enjoying the glamour of the moment. The event was teeming with celebrities, and the air was electric with excitement.

As she made her way towards the entrance, Chiara spotted Pete Wentz, the charismatic bassist of Fall Out Boy, who was also one of the night’s guests. Known for his distinct style and mischievous charm, Pete had a playful aura that often made him the center of attention. With his spiky black hair and edgy attire, he stood out amidst the crowd of formally dressed celebrities.

Chiara noticed Pete glancing in her direction, and when their eyes met, she gave him a warm smile. Pete, never one to miss an opportunity for a bit of fun, approached her with a confident stride.

"Hey, I’m Pete," he said with a smirk, extending his hand. "And you must be a skyscraper."

Chiara chuckled, shaking his hand. "Chiara Muzann," she replied. "Nice to meet you, Pete. And yes, I’ve heard that one before."

Pete laughed, clearly amused. "Sorry, couldn’t help myself. I mean, it’s not every day you meet someone who can literally look down on me." He gestured playfully, noting the noticeable height difference between them—Pete stood at around 5'6", while Chiara towered over him at nearly 6 feet tall, even without her heels.

Chiara grinned, enjoying the light-hearted banter. "Well, I’m not used to looking down at people either, so I guess this is a first for both of us."

Pete’s eyes sparkled with interest. "You know, you’re not just tall—you’re kind of intimidating in a really cool way. I like it."

Chiara raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. "Intimidating? Me? I thought rockstars were supposed to be fearless."

"Oh, I’m fearless," Pete retorted playfully. "Just… selectively so."

They shared a laugh, and for a few moments, the bustling red carpet around them seemed to fade away. As they continued to chat, the connection between them was undeniable, and Pete couldn’t help but be captivated by Chiara’s wit and charm.

"So, Chiara," Pete said, leaning in slightly, "what are the odds I can convince you to join me for a drink inside? You know, if you don’t mind stooping down to my level."

Chiara tilted her head, pretending to think it over. "I suppose I can bend the rules for one night," she replied with a sly smile.

"Great," Pete grinned, offering her his arm. "Let’s make some height-defying memories, shall we?"

As they walked into the venue together, Pete and Chiara continued their playful banter, the height difference becoming just another part of their unexpected chemistry. That night on the red carpet marked the beginning of a story neither of them would soon forget.

♡☆ヽ(o´3`o)ﾉ☆♡

After the red carpet event, Pete Wentz and Chiara Muzann decided to keep the night going. Pete, ever the spontaneous one, suggested they hit up one of LA’s hottest nightclubs. Chiara, always up for an adventure, agreed with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

They arrived at the club to a burst of flashing lights and throngs of excited fans, but Pete smoothly guided Chiara through the crowd, his hand lightly resting on the small of her back. Inside, the music was loud and pulsing, the bass vibrating through the floor. The energy of the club was infectious, and it didn’t take long for them to find themselves on the dance floor, surrounded by a sea of moving bodies.

Under the neon lights, Pete and Chiara danced like they were in their own world. Chiara’s towering figure moved with a graceful rhythm, her dress shimmering under the strobe lights. Pete, despite being noticeably shorter, matched her step for step, his playful energy perfectly complementing her elegance. They danced close, the space between them disappearing as they moved to the beat, lost in the music and in each other.

They laughed, swayed, and occasionally leaned in close to share a few words that were lost in the noise but seemed to speak volumes. Between dances, they shared drinks at the bar, Pete making Chiara laugh with his witty remarks and Chiara teasing him about how he’d have to stand on a stool to keep up with her. It was clear that neither of them wanted the night to end.

As the hours passed, the crowd in the club thickened, but Pete and Chiara remained inseparable, moving seamlessly from the dance floor to their corner at the bar. For them, time seemed to blur; every glance and every touch felt electric, making the outside world fade into the background.

Eventually, the club started to wind down, and they decided to head out. Arm in arm, they made their way to the exit, still buzzing from the drinks and the thrill of the night. But as soon as they stepped outside, they were greeted by a swarm of paparazzi. Flashes went off like fireworks, and shouts from photographers filled the air.

“Pete! Over here!” one shouted. “Chiara, who’s your new friend?” another called out, the questions and flashes coming at them from all angles.

Chiara instinctively moved closer to Pete, her hand slipping into his as they tried to navigate through the frenzy. Pete, unfazed by the chaos, squeezed her hand reassuringly and flashed a grin for the cameras. Chiara, tall and poised even amidst the flashing lights, gave a coy smile, maintaining her composure as they pushed through the crowd.

Pete leaned in close, his voice just audible over the noise. “Guess we’re the new headline,” he joked, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Chiara laughed softly, glancing down at him. “Well, I guess they couldn’t resist the height difference,” she teased, playfully bumping her hip against his.

Finally breaking free from the paparazzi, they ducked into Pete’s waiting car, the door shutting out the flashes and chaos. As the car pulled away, Pete looked over at Chiara, still holding her hand.

“Quite the night, huh?” he said, his smile still bright.

Chiara nodded, her eyes meeting his with a look of amusement and something else, something warmer. “Yeah,” she agreed, “one for the books.”

♡ ○ (^з^)-☆ ○ ♡

As they drove off into the LA night, the city lights casting a soft glow through the car windows, Pete and Chiara couldn’t help but feel that this was just the beginning of something unexpectedly special.

As Pete’s car pulled up to Chiara’s apartment, the city was quieting down, the buzz of nightlife giving way to the early hours of morning. They sat for a moment, both reluctant to end the night. Chiara turned to Pete with a soft smile, her green eyes reflecting the faint city lights.

“Thanks for tonight, Pete. I had a great time,” she said sincerely.

Pete smirked, leaning back casually. “Anytime. I mean, who else could keep up with you on the dance floor?” he teased, his playful demeanor making her laugh.

Chiara unbuckled her seatbelt and leaned down towards Pete. Despite their difference in height, she moved gracefully, pressing a gentle kiss on his forehead. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice tender.

Pete’s expression softened, his usual cocky smile replaced by something more genuine. “You know, I could stay a little longer,” he said, almost as if reading her thoughts.

Chiara hesitated for a second, but the connection between them felt undeniable. “You don’t have to leave,” she replied, her voice warm and inviting. “Why don’t you stay?”

Pete’s eyes lit up, and he nodded. They stepped out of the car, heading up to Chiara’s apartment. Once inside, the atmosphere was cozy and intimate, a contrast to the club's loud chaos. They kicked off their shoes and sank into the comfort of her living room.

What began as a casual nightcap turned into quiet moments of conversation, lingering glances, and shared laughter. Eventually, as the night stretched into early morning, they found themselves in her bedroom, where exhaustion and the comfortable warmth of each other’s presence pulled them into sleep.

When Chiara woke up the next morning, the sunlight was streaming softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. She stirred gently, realizing Pete’s arm was wrapped around her waist. She turned her head slightly to find Pete still asleep beside her, his hair tousled and his expression peaceful. Chiara couldn’t help but smile at the sight, the events of the previous night playing back in her mind.

For a moment, she simply watched him, enjoying the quiet intimacy of the morning. As if sensing her gaze, Pete slowly blinked awake, a sleepy smile spreading across his face when he saw her.

“Morning,” he mumbled, his voice husky with sleep.

“Morning,” Chiara replied softly, shifting slightly to face him better. They lay there for a few moments, wrapped in a comfortable silence, neither in a hurry to move. The world outside felt far away, and the only thing that mattered was the cozy cocoon of the bed they were sharing.

Pete adjusted himself, pulling Chiara closer as he tucked his head against her shoulder, his arm draped lazily over her. “So, what’s the plan?” he asked with a yawn, his voice light and content.

Chiara shrugged, running her fingers gently through his hair. “Honestly? I’m in no rush to get up,” she admitted. “we could just stay here fora but .” she whispered as she placed her palm against his cheek

Pete chuckled softly, his eyes closing as he relaxed against her. “Yeah, I’m good with that,” he murmured, his voice trailing off as he settled back into the comfortable stillness.

They spent the morning cuddled up in bed, talking in hushed tones, occasionally drifting in and out of light sleep. It was easy, unpressured, and perfectly imperfect. They laughed at shared memories from the night before, made casual plans to hang out again, and enjoyed the simplicity of being in each other’s company without the spotlight of the outside world.

For Chiara and Pete, it was a rare, unexpected morning of tranquility—a sweet moment of connection that felt like the perfect ending to their night of adventure and the promising start of something new.