Smile For The Picture, Boys!

Smile for the picture, boys!

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All featuring my versions of the tormentors! All of whom are “existing” characters that I repurposed because I thought it would be fun, and why not give some light to more of my favoured Fazbear Frights characters. (I might get flack for some of these from those who do like the characters, but I love them too!)

For more on that, check under the cut! :D

Foxy Bully, also known as Michael Afton

The tried and true FNAF guy, ‘twas his brother killed and his father who did the killing. Overall, it’s a decent way to view the story, and doesn’t make my head explode (like goddamn robot children). Furthermore, the Security Logbook has a section where you’re tasked remember as a child “what prizes would you want to see behind the prize counter”, and Mike draws himself with a mullet, tank-top, shorts, and bracelets. So that’s good enough for me lol

Bonnie Bully, also known as Oscar Avila

The first of the tormentors who is kinda out there! There is the popular theory that he is Jeremy Fitzgerald, considering FNAF’s obsession with Jeremy’s and bunny paraphernalia; but Oscar also has a relation to bunnies (Plushtrap chaser)! It kinda works, and the skin tone itself was inspired by @namedoggo ‘s version of Oscar (which is super cool, please check it out!)

I also like to think he is Cassie’s father, because it kinda checks out, but I’m deciding to be oblivious to other current revelations within the community.

Freddy Bully, aka Alec Renner

Speaking of revelations, this character is full of them! Freddy bully is such a hot topic because there are so many people he can be (Jeremy Fitzgerald, Mr. Renner (Tales from the Pizzaplex), Oswald’s Dad), but I thought Alec would be a cool idea because of the whole Lonely Freddy Bodyswap occurrence and that he canonically favours Yarg Foxy. Furthermore, this was kinda tail-ended by the Ao3 fic, “I am Machine” by Hideaway_In_The_Imagination_World or @hideawaysplace on Tumblr. Wherein which Alec was friends with Oscar in the past.

I kinda also tied in Mr. Renner with Alec’s last name (because he doesn’t have one. It made me frustrated for a while), because in Tales from the Pizzaplex, the elementary principal is described as having a Freddy mask and his eyes leak oil? (I don’t actually have the tales books yet, I’m waiting until the box set releases until I get it. So all my info on this guy is limited to the several fandom wikis)

I don’t really want to tie in Oswald’s father, but Alec does have a sister, so Hazel could have the mask? Or Oswald’s dad could’ve just won it as a prize, not everyone who has a mask has to be the bully themself. (Which is ironic for Mr. Renner, but eh.))

Chica Bully, aka Sam O’Neil

Probably the most out there, but this character is practically never talked about with fan theories (for gods sake, literally everyone else in the squad has been theorized to be Jeremy Fitzgerald at some point (including fucking Michael at one point because of his multiple aliases), EXCEPT FOR HIM..?). Furthermore, it was kinda difficult to pick a good character for him, as I wanted to make it so the tormentors have some relation to the character they had the mask of. I really enjoyed Blackbird when I read it, and when I read it the first time, I thought Sam admitted to actually being a bully years before the story itself (he just got back at bullies, but the point still stands). Regardless, why not :)

Little do You Know | OT7 | Four

Pairing: Bangtan (ot7) x f!reader 

Summary: In a world where idols and actors can’t date, whether it be because of contracts, lack of time, or the dangers that involve having your personal life leaked, the market opened up for a new work field. Playmate Agencies emerged to supply the entertainment world with highly trained companions for hire. Bangtan is looking for new playmates. And you just happen to be the one all of them choose. 

Genre: Fluff, angst, smut, playmate au, idol au. 

Chapter warnings: You learn about previous playmates, visit a studio for the first time, then you realize how much trouble you’re in with the maknaes. 

WC: 2.4k

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One of the things you learned with your experience as a playmate was to give your clients space, as much as you gave them your company and attention. No one wanted someone annoying them 24/7, which is why you learned to be there when you were needed, but to let the boys do their thing too. They all had your number by now and could call you if they explicitly needed you, so you stayed at the staff lounge at the HYBE building as the boys had meetings and studio time.

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Interlude | MYG | Ten

Pair: Idol!Yoongi x Deaf!reader

Summary: All Yoongi wanted was to use the last few months before enlisting to work on his solo projects, prepare for his tour. When the silence left around him as his members started to go one by one got too loud, he needed to find something else to fill in the void. But Yoongi would never have guessed that it would come in the form of you… Someone he would never expect to fall in love with.

Chapter warnings: I have no words for this warning, just read it… 

A/N: Phrases in italic during the dialogs mean the character is using sign language!  

 WC: 3.6k

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There must be something in Chicago’s air that made you sleep so well. 

It was well past eleven in the morning when you woke up to an empty bed, venturing out of the bedroom to find your boyfriend somewhere in the two story rented home. You were only wearing Yoongi’s bright yellow hoodie and socks, but the temperature of the house was warm enough that your bare legs weren’t freezing. 

You walked down the stairs slowly and carefully, holding firmly onto the banister. Just the day before, you had felt a little dizzy and unbalanced when using these stairs, all normal side effects from the surgery. 

You found Yoongi in the kitchen, lower back against the island, with a white mug in one hand as the other rested on the edge of the marble behind him. His white button down had sleeves rolled up to his elbows, beautiful veins running up and down his forearms. He looked more like a prince than an idol. 

Maybe this was the ‘boyfriend-material’ vibe that kpop stans were always posting about online. 

You must’ve stepped on a creaky floorboard as Yoongi, who seemed so serene, looking through the glass walls at the patio outside, turned his face to catch your approach. 

His smile lit up his whole face at the sight of you in his clothes and Yoongi was quick to forget his mug on top of the island in order to meet you halfway. 

“Why aren’t you in bed?” you grumbled, wrapping your arms around his middle and hiding your face in his neck. 

Yoongi’s arms wrapped around yourself in return, lips kissing your shoulder as you felt the vibration of his laugh move through you. When you stubbornly lifted your head so you could actually understand his answer, he said: 

“I was making you breakfast.” and then Yoogi corrected himself: “Brunch, I guess.” 

“You could be my brunch.” you grinned, watching Yoongi purse his lips and raise an eyebrow. 

“No heavy exercises while you recover.” Yoongi told you, making your arms drop from his middle and cross against your chest. “Doctor’s orders.”

“You are no fun, Min Yoongi.” 

“Yeah, I know.” he told you with his hands, looking at your head and checking the bandage that covered your right ear. “How do you feel today?”

“Almost as good as new.” you answered while turning your head so he could see it better. “No headaches this morning, and no dizziness while walking down the stairs either.”

“You’re recovering well, like Dr. Stevens said you would.” Yoongi looked relieved when you turned to face him. “Just one more day, yeah?”

“Tomorrow can’t come fast enough.” 

When coming out of the surgery and waking up in your hospital room, you were expecting a miracle. Maybe the procedure worked so well that you wouldn’t even need the outside piece to connect to the part you had inside your head now. But you still couldn’t hear anything –like you knew you wouldn’t, not yet–. 

You were still overwhelmed enough to shed a few tears and Yoongi dried every single one of them, assuring you the surgery had been a success and that things were looking good. Now all you had to do was rest and take care of your affected ear and surrounding area, and come in again for the actual miracle part. 

Tomorrow you’d go back to the hospital to be given the hearing aid that matched the receiver implanted under your skin and find out if you could get part, if not all, of your hearing on your right side back. 

Despite the many what-ifs very much bouncing in your head, you were trying to stay positive. 

Something that was easy to do when you had such a kind and helpful honorary nurse taking care of you every second of the day. 

“Hungry?” Yoongi asked, but you raised on your toes and pressed your lips against his before saying: 

“Now a little less.” 

“Cheeky.” Yoongi was shaking his head and gave your ass a tiny slap that still caught you by surprise and made you squeal. 

You turned around to face the table that was too big for only two people, with enough food spread out that could feed a small army. You could see breads, cakes, a ham and cheese platter, toast, little pots of colorful jam, fresh fruit–

“When did you make all this?” you signed, more than a little impressed.

“I can't take all the credit for that.” Yoongi used his hands to speak so naturally now that it made you smile. “Actually, I can't take any credit, I wasn’t the one to do it.”

“Well, I didn't think you had time or the skills to bake–” you started, but Yoongi held your hands to stop your teasing. 

“Hajima. I mean…” the man was trying not to smile, thumbs caressing your hands in a way you didn’t even think he noticed. “Hang on, I'll show you.”

Yoongi motioned to the table, pulling a chair for you to sit and one for himself next to you. Instead of explaining to you how this feast magically appeared on the table, he fished for his phone and searched for something before propping it up against the milk box. 

A video was taking up the whole screen and Yoongi pressed play for the two of you to watch the three youngest members of his group trying to fit into the frame. Their smiling faces were happy and well rested, and the subtitles that showed up on the bottom of the screen were color coded so you could tell who was saying what. 

“Hi, noona!” Jungkook started with a wave. 

“Hiiiii.” Jimin smiled so much that his eyes nearly closed. 

“Hi!” Taehyung saluted you with a puffed chest. 

Like they had rehearsed it, Jimin started to explain: “We know you’re recovering from a delicate surgery and that tomorrow is a big day for you, so we wanted to send you something to cheer you up!”

“In case hyung isn't doing a good job at it, because we know he can be very grumpy.” Taehyung said, making the other boys agree and Yoongi move his shoulders beside you. 

“Yes, that is a lemon cake you’re seeing there, noona, but I doubt it's going to be as yummy as yours!” Jungkook gushed, making you giggle and quickly look around to find said cake. 

“That's all for now! We'll see you soon!” Jimin waved again.

“Some of us sooner than others.” Taehyung crossed his arms and made an annoyed face, which had you frowning. 

“Taehyung! It's a surprise! She doesn't know I'm coming!” Jimin turned around in a flash to nag at his friend. 

The taller man jutted out his chin, too proud for his own good: “I didn't even say anything, you just did!” 

“You implied!” 

While Jimin and Taehyung bickered, Jungkook took it upon himself to walk closer to the phone recording their organized chaos, blocking his two older members from the frame. Making you only focus on him, the maknae said:

“Don't mind them!” his smile was still mischievous before turning a little nervous. “Okay, there's just one thing left–”

You watched curiously as Jungkook wiped his hands on his pants before bringing his right hand up, palm flat and facing him. He touched the tips of his fingers against his chin and moved it forward, quickly changing the position of his fingers to spell another word. ‘Good Luck’. He was using sign language, which absolutely surprised you in the best way. 

When the video cut to black, Yoongi dabbed the sleeve of his cardigan gently on your cheek. 

“Are you crying?”

“Happy tears I promise.” you assured him, despite being a little choked up. “Why did they do all this?”

“Because you're important to me, so you're important to them.” your boyfriend explained, clearly trying to not make it a big deal. 

“Kookie learned sign language?” you dried your eyes again, sniffling through your nose. 

“He learned two words.” Yoongi deadpanned. 

“Don't be grumpy.” you pouted with furrowed eyebrows. 

Yoongi sighed. “The maknae is a good learner, and he's been taking a couple lessons here and there.”

“I hope he won't have to be that good at it.” you wished, looking back at the phone with the frozen first frame of the video that showed the three of them. “I can't wait to be able to hear their chaos.”

“You'll regret wishing for that.” Yoongi said with a chuckle. 

You shook your head. “I don't think I will.” 

Yoongi kissed your shoulder before digging into the food. You did the same, reaching for the lemon cake before anything else. Your boyfriend watched you cut a generous piece and take a bite.

It was good, but yours was better. A fact that Yoongi understood from the scrunch of your nose. He laughed and you felt like crying when you thought about hearing that sound tomorrow. 

So much for not getting your hopes up. 

“Wait a minute, Jimin is coming?” you used your hands to speak as you chewed and swallowed. 

“You picked up on that, huh?” Yoongi was trying not to smile, but you knew him better. “Jimin wants to be with you during my first concert. Just in case it gets overwhelming.” 

“That's so nice of him.”

“That's Jimin. He's the nicest guy I know.” the man loved all of his members equally, but you knew he carried a soft spot for Jimin. “I'll also feel better knowing you're with him, while I'm on stage.”

“I will too, if I'm honest.” you admitted quietly, reaching for a tangerine edge. “If we get good news tomorrow, that amount of noise all at once might be scary. And if we get bad news–”

“We won't get bad news.” Yoongi signed with so much conviction that you believed him for a second. 

“Do you want to sit over there?” Yoongi signed before pointing to an empty bench that was covered by the shadow of a big tree. 

The idol had already done his work for today, so he could take you around Chicago for you to see some of the city and have some kind of peace before the chaos started. You had no idea how busy he was about to get, but Yoongi knew. It might be his first ever solo tour, but he’d done it enough with his brothers to know that life on the road was always go go go with far and few breaks in between. 

It was a silver lining, however, knowing you’d be by his side during the start of the tour. He also didn’t mind it that much, that he had to go through his setlist again this afternoon, while having you in the room with him. Yoongi wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he gave more of himself than he normally would in a rehearsal like this, just because you were there. 

It made the producers and his band happy to see him so full of energy on a pretend-concert that was held in a practice room that HYBE rented in the city, just to make sure Yoongi would be on top of his game come opening night. 

That’s not to say that he wasn’t excited to see his fans and to be on stage after what felt like ages, because he was. Touring was Yoongi’s favorite part of the job, the dream of every artist. But he was happy to say that, for the first time in his life, something else mattered more to him than work. 

Someone else meant more to him than big cars, a big house and big rings. 

“I like this park.” you told him after you were both sitting down, sparkling eyes looking out to the pretty flowers in front of you. “Have you been here before?” 

“Not me, but Hoseok has.” Yoongi explained when you looked back at him. “He’s the one who told me to bring you here. Said he thought you might like it.”  

Yoongi was a quiet guy, a loner in more ways than he’d like to admit, his members were used to sending him messages and staying on ‘seen’ for longer than he’d be proud to say. So it made him happy that those same members texted him specifically to ask about you, genuinely interested, sometimes bugging Yoongi to reply a little faster than he normally did. 

Hoseok, even being in the military, had learned from the group chat that the two of you were in Chicago, a place he knew well from being a headliner at Lollapalooza a year ago. And he did not rest until Yoongi confirmed that he received the list of places Hoseok recommended. 

“He even sent me the location of an ice cream shop not too far from here.” Yoongi told you, watching your face light up at the promise of cold sweets. Asking what he already knew the answer to, Yoongi continued: “Do you want to go there, after?” 

“Do I?!” you chuckled quietly, nodding your head in a tiny yes. “Your friends are nice, you know?” 

“They’ll be your friends too, soon enough.” he told you with certainty. “Some of them already are.” 

“You think so?” wind was blowing your hair in the open park, so Yoongi reached out to place a strand behind your ear that wasn’t covered by the white bandage.  

“Of course, baby.” Yoongi added with a nod: “Taehyung already likes you more than he likes me. Don’t get me started on Jungkook.” 

You giggled, but the noise was shy and controlled. Even in a different country, where no one would ever see you again, you still avoided using your voice. Yoongi didn’t like that you had to worry about that, but he did feel lucky that you trusted him enough to not have those concerns when it was just the two of you. 

“They are nice to me, but that’s because I’m your girlfriend.” 

“Is that what you think?” Yoongi raised an eyebrow. “They are nice to you because you are sweet, cute, funny–”

“Oh my god, stop.” you interrupted him with a laugh.  

“I’m serious. You know I don’t lie.” 

“That I believe.” you agreed. “Well, I like them, too.” 

There was more that Yoongi wanted to tell you, like how he knew his other friends would like you too; the ones outside of Bangtan that he didn’t really get to see that often anymore, but that were still part of his life. Or how his tour bandmates liked to tease him about his ways with you, constantly reminding him that the version they were used to seeing –the fast-talker, cursing rapper– couldn’t be more different from the light hearted, soft man he was when you were close by. 

But when you sat a little closer to him, tucking yourself into his side and resting your head against his shoulder, Yoongi’s brain shut down. There were no more worries about doing well on stage, no more fears about enlisting, no anger about the unfairness of what happened to you. 

There was only you and how your hand fit so nicely with his. 

The two of you stayed like that for a little while, breathing in each other’s presence, watching people walk past you as they enjoyed the nice day out in the park. When you lifted your head again, it was to break his heart.

“Baby, can you tell me what you hear?” 

Yoongi swallowed hard at your question. It wasn’t an odd one by any means, but it felt like a punch to the gut either way. Then he nodded and focused on the sounds all around him, ones that he took for granted most of the time. 

You were still holding his hand, thumb drawing circles on his skin, so Yoongi knew you wouldn’t mind reading his lips. 

“I can hear the wind making the branches creak gently, and the leaves rustle. There’s also an annoying dog that is barking at a really high pitch, which is honestly unnecessary.” he told you with the pressing of his lips and the furrowing of his brows in a way that made you laugh. “Someone is playing the guitar nearby, there’s a couple talking about a birthday. Every now and then a bird will chirp. Something keeps running in the bush behind us and I hope it’s just a squirrel and not a rat.” 

“Thank you, Yoongi.” you whispered with a sad smile on your lips. “I’m glad that I’ll still have you to tell me things like that, even if the surgery doesn’t work.”  

“Baby, it’s going to work.” his hand held your face, forehead touching yours. And even if you couldn’t hear it, or read his lips when your eyes fluttered close, he said: “I promise.” 

He bumped his nose against yours, lips searching for yours to press a small, but meaningful, kiss. You held his neck to keep him close a little longer, but didn’t move to deepen it. There was no need for that, not in the middle of the park. 

As he pulled away from you, you looked serene. 

Yes, Yoongi could see the shadow of worry behind your eyes, but you also looked grateful. Grateful to have someone like Yoongi by your side, someone who would never give up on you, someone who loved you for who you were. 

Yoongi could feel it in his bones, by the way you looked at him. 

And so he couldn’t wait anymore. 

“I have something for you.” he said, catching your attention. “Let me just–” 

You waited patiently, watching Yoongi with curious eyes as he patted his pockets as if to remember where he put the small black box he’d been keeping safe ever since you left the practice a few hours ago. As soon as he was able to pull it out, Yoongi handed it to you. 

“For me?” you asked in a small voice, holding the small box with both hands. 

Yoongi nodded, motioning for you to open it. “I hope you’ll like it.” 

Your pretty smile told Yoongi that you already loved it before you even opened it. Said smile turned into a full laugh as you lifted the small lid to reveal the silver earrings resting on a tiny velvet bed. 

Delicate fingers picked up the hoop with the dangling chains and guitar pick, you obviously read the ‘SUGA’ engraved on the pick as you asked: “Is this from your tour merch?” 

“Yeah.” Yoongi didn’t think you’d catch that detail so soon, but here you were. He scratched the tip of his nose, a little shy. “I had them add earrings to the merch line after I met you. I designed it myself.” 

“Really?!” your grin almost went from ear to ear. 

“Your funky earrings inspired me, I guess.” Yoongi shrugged. “It’s only fair you get the first pair.” 

“This is incredible, I’m putting it on right now.” 

You took the teacup shaped earring from your ear and exchanged it for Yoongi’s merch. It made him feel incredibly proud to see you wearing something that he created with you in mind. Almost as good as it felt to see you wearing his shirts and hoodies. 

“I also want you to move in with me.”

“What did you say, baby?” you asked Yoongi as you completely missed his words.

This is not how Yoongi planned to ask you, he had a whole speech prepared for dinner tonight. But he just couldn’t wait anymore. 

“Move in with me?” he tried again, moving his lips and signing with his hands. 

You didn’t answer. You didn’t answer and Yoongi worried for a second that he was way in over his head here. 

“Is this a joke I don’t understand?” you asked softly, round eyes holding his heart hostage. 

“No, baby. I wouldn’t joke about this.” Yoongi turned his body slightly more to face you properly. “I don't care about what happens tomorrow and whether or not you'll get some of your hearing back. I want you with me, no matter what.” 

“Yoongi... If I don't get even a little of my hearing back…” you started to close in on yourself, which Yoongi didn’t like. “Living with someone with a disability is–”

“Different, I know. And I'm aware of that.” he stopped you before you could say something about yourself that he wouldn’t like. “But I'll learn what you need and make any changes necessary to accommodate you. And if it does work, I want to drive you to your follow-up appointments and physical therapy sessions. I want to make this transition as smooth as possible for you.” 

As if reminded of something else, you asked: “What about your enlistment?”

“I don't have to go.”

“You don't have to enlist?” you squinted your eyes as if saying Yoongi was full of shit, making him chuckle.  

“I do have to serve in the military.” he corrected himself, explaining: “But I'm doing social service, so I'm staying I'm Seoul.”

“Oh.” your little gasp was cute, eyes becoming wider as you thought about all of the new possibilities that entailed. And then you reached for his hand: “That makes me so happy! A little selfishly, because I’m not ready to be away from you for two years.”

“Then be close to me.” he smiled, feeling his neck flush. “Be so close to me that you'll wake up and go to sleep by my side everyday.”

“Are you sure you thought this through?” 

It was this or asking you to marry me, he thought to himself, making his cheeks redder. But all in good time. 

“I don’t think I can live without your baking anymore.” Yoongi joked, trying to find his footing back. “You don't have to answer me right away, I know you have a lot on your mind right now.”

“I do. But while my head is noisy, you're quietude.” you let his hand go so you could express yourself. “Not the kind of quiet I'm trying to get rid of, but the kind of quiet that soothes my soul.”

Even if he knew the answer already, Yoongi asked: “Is that a yes?” 

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— My Fair Lady: Tommy’s given leave from his post in France, and comes home to the only person he wants to see.

— Keep Her Safe: (daughter!reader) (Y/N) Shelby has been through it all. The elaborate plans, the family fall-outs, the violence. This life was all she knew. So she's confused as to why her father, even after 17 years, still wants to keep her as sheltered as possible.

— Are You Ok?: It's that time of the month for (Y/N) and along with it comes the thing she hates most: stomach cramps. Thankfully, Tommy's there to ease the pain, like he always is. It doesn't matter where they are, or even if it's in the middle of an important meeting.

— Come Back to Us: The Shelby family needed to move back to Small Heath after they were served a black hand by the Italian mafia. Already feeling on edge, (Y/N) only becomes more worried when her husband tells her that he's going to be lured into a trap and would need to fight his way out. All she wants is for him to come back to his family when it's all over.

— The Charity Dinner: (Y/N)'s entire life almost gets ripped away from her while she's attending a charity dinner for the Shelby Foundation.

— You Made Them: Having children is hard to begin with. Having children with Shelby in their blood is even harder. (Y/N) shouldn't be surprised when her kids get out of hand, but it still takes them all on a rollercoaster of emotions.

— Respectable: (Y/N) keeps stumbling into someone she can't shake from her past. Their interactions are tense at first, but then he helps her, and their true feelings come to light.

— Now It’s Time to Rest: (Y/N) manages to pull Tommy back from his lowest point, convinces him that he needs to rest, and even manages to get him to fall asleep.

— Change of Heart: What started out as simple, innocent teasing and intrigue of a new woman in his sister's life has turned into something more, and it's now bringing up feelings that Tommy was sure he'd pushed so far away from him.

— Pressure: Mosely decides to use (Y/N) as leverage to get what he wants from Tommy. Seems like a well calculated plan, all accept (Y/N)'s been through this enough times now that it doesn't really bother her like it used to.

— War Paint: “That ain’t make up she’s got on, it’s war paint.” In which (Y/N) decides to give her cheating boyfriend a taste of his own medicine, and Tommy agrees to help out.

— Calm Me Down: Tommy has a way of calming (Y/N) down, regardless if he’s miles away or right in front of her.

— Back Off: (daugther!reader) (Y/N)'s none too happy when she finds out that her father's trying to run her personal life.

— Rock Bottom: Tommy's hit rock bottom. Because of John, because of the vendetta, because his family truly hasn't come back together even though they’re all living in Small Heath. But (Y/N)'s there to help him through it...and, of course, clean him up when he comes home after having been in a fight.

— The Reckoning: (ghost!reader) Tommy gets visited by the love of his life on multiple occasions. Each visit helps him to cope, but the last saves his life. With it, he's finally able to come to the reckoning that she's gone.

— When It’s Still: For the first time in what seems like forever, Tommy Shelby is out of cigarettes. It's in their absence that (Y/N) finds out one of the reasons why he always has one.

— Maybe I’ll Stay: It was expected that in coming back to Birmingham after living in Germany since the war, (Y/N) Jesus would be excited to see her younger brother and father again. What wasn't expected was that she'd meet the love of her life in that same city.

— A Night In: Upon arriving home from a business trip, Tommy has plans of taking his wife out for a nice dinner. Those plans get thwarted the second his daughter runs into his arms, and he decides that spending the night in would be better than anything else in the world.

— Meet...Cute?: Another lovely barmaid, another spy, right? At least that's what Tommy Shelby's thinking when he stumbles upon The Garrison's newest hire, and he lets his thoughts on that become very clear, very fast.

— All I Ever Asked: (Y/N) was happy with where she was with Tommy Shelby. All was going well until one day he showed up late. True feelings quickly came to light and she found that she couldn’t be caught in his grasp anymore.

— The Dance: In which Tommy and (Y/N) have, quite literally, built their life around a dance.

— Fell Into Place: (Y/N) met Tommy Shelby during the Great War. Their time together was brief, and they both thought that they’d never see the other again. Until one day, they do.

— Bridges Burn: (Y/N)'s had Tommy Shelby as a friend for the majority of her life. So when she starts seeing him in a different light, she first tries to hide from him. But then he shows up on her doorstep, and she decides that she wants to let all of her bridges burn.

— Best of Wives and Best of Women: All (Y/N) Shelby wants is to spend a lazy day in bed with her husband. But will said husband ever allow that? The answer might surprise you.

— The Beauty that Saved the Beast: All (Y/N) was trying to do in taking over as the chef's assistant at Arrow House was get her father out of his absurd contract. She wasn't aiming to thaw out the heart of the man who owned the sprawling estate, but that's exactly what she ended up doing.

— A Beauty Beyond Compare: She performs under the name Jolene. He became infatuated with Jolene. Is he interested in the alter ego or the woman behind it? (Y/N) finds this out the hard way.

— Called to Serve: In taking a job as a medic at her brother's 'bakery', (Y/N) never thought that she'd find someone that she'd be interested in. She also never thought that she'd be saving the life of that same person a few years down the road.

— I’ll Make It Right: He's from a different social class. She's promised to someone else. But they just can't seem to let each other go. It's up to Tommy to make it right for the two of them.

— The One Where They’re Up All Night: Between a five month old baby and a husband that's constantly working, (Y/N) can't remember the last time that she got a decent night's sleep. So she's thrilled when Tommy offers to help her one night. Although that night might not go as she planned it to.

— The Light: (royalty!AU) There's no possible way for a love between (Y/N) and Thomas Shelby to work out. She's the next in line for her family's throne. His family is the one that everyone's warned about. But it does…and he even goes as far as killing for her.

— Too Long: After trying nearly everything to get (Y/N) to notice his feelings for her, Tommy nearly blows up on the man trying to flirt with the woman he so desperately wants to call his. Does this make (Y/N) finally realize that Tommy's not only trying to be a friend in doing this?

— Love Again: A day out on a whim in Small Heath allows for two people to finally meet in person. Tommy finds himself standing right in front of the beautiful woman who he'd only known through words and in pictures. (Y/N) finds herself starting to love again.

— Right In Front of Him: Tommy Shelby threw himself into work after his family became deeply fractured from his own doing. (Y/N) is his new secretary, who's just been hired into the company and wants to make a good impression. This leads to Charlie making a solo trip to Small Heath and Tommy realizing that he may not be able to win the fight with his feelings this time.

— In the Time of Need: Both Tommy and (Y/N) have been through the hell of losing the person they cared deeply for. They meet and find themselves married to each other in order to settle a debt left behind in the span of a week. What starts off as a rocky union eventually turns into something beautiful thanks to a tree and the help of their kids.

— The Hard Truth: He wants her, but she wants out. After the death of her husband, John, (Y/N) can't bear to be tied up into the lifestyle she’d been living in for a minute longer. Things become complicated though when another man who holds the last name Shelby tells her how he really feels about her.

— Not Going Anywhere: (Y/N)'s hired onto the staff at Arrow House in the weeks following the death of the estate's matriarch, Grace Shelby. What she didn't know upon accepting the position was that she would have an effect on not only the two year old boy in the home, but his father as well.

— Making Up For Lost Time: Tommy and (Y/N) were together before the war. They broke things off when he went to fight, but a few years later, they met again. This time, Tommy's engaged in a different kind of war. (Y/N) has no intention of leaving his side now.

— Where Do We Go From Here?: If Tommy Shelby thought he could win over (Y/N)'s heart after being the reason she got sent to prison just because he got her out early, he was dead wrong...or was he?

— I’m Here: (Y/N) met Tommy at his lowest point, both mentally and physically. She quickly becomes a rock in his life and he gets stronger because of her. And when another major event brings him to his lowest again, he finds solace in knowing that she's still there for him.

— Redemption: When a woman comes to the Shelby brothers seeking help, Tommy first finds intrigue in her story. Then he finds himself needing to make sure that she stays safe.

— Special Spots: (Y/N) decides to take Tommy to different places around Small Heath that are special to the two of them. And when she creates yet another special spot, she finds out that Tommy was in the process of creating one of his own.

— Enough Is Enough: A gruesome killing in the kitchen of their family home makes both (Y/N) and Tommy realize that they need to put their current lives behind them...for the sake of their children.

— Who Did This To You?: (Y/N) gets a little more than she bargained for when she tries to find out some information for herself, which sends Tommy into overdrive.

— I Meant No Harm: After being arranged to marry Tommy Shelby so that his dealings with Section D can get back on track, (Y/N) finds herself in a desolate place. A place that is only brightened by the two year old boy Tommy has.

— Roadside Daisies: Flowers play a big part in Tommy and (Y/N)’s relationship.

— More Than Material: (Y/N) tries to get Tommy to understand that she doesn't need so many material things, and that instead she needs him. Tommy doesn't quite know how to take that.

— Be With Me: (Y/N) stumbles upon the man she used to call 'hers'. She's happy to see him, of course, but she quickly finds out that he's engaged to another woman. This doesn't stop her from trying to rekindle what they once had. Does he play along with her or put his foot down?

— Yet You’re Still Here: An unexpected visitor late at night has pulls (Y/N) into Tommy Shelby's world in a way she never imagined.

— Devotion: (Y/N)’s by Tommy’s side from the beginning, and she has every intention of staying by his side for as long as she can.

— An Anchor to the Past: Just when (Y/N) and Tommy think they're in a comfortable place, a person from his past comes back and stirs everything up.

— Research: Tommy enlists a librarian named (Y/N) to help him with research on his latest opponents.

— A Day At the Races: Tommy decides to spend a day at the races and meets a woman who reminds him of who he used to be.

— A Getaway: Tommy and (Y/N) decide to spend a few days away from the Small Heath smoke. (pre-war)

— ‘Til Summer Comes Around: Summer in Small Heath was Tommy's favorite season, mostly because it was when the woman he was in love with came around.

— Not Just Some Backup Plan: When Grace leaves Small Heath, Tommy turns back to the person who's been around since the beginning.

— Love, I Just Need to See: In which Tommy needs glasses and (Y/N) has an opinion about every type of frame that's offered.

— For Show...?: In her attempts to fit in, (Y/N) convinces her friend group that she's got a boyfriend who will be joining her to her friend's wedding. The problem is that she has no such thing. Luckily, she's friends with Ada Thorne...who has a brother that fits the ticket for being said 'boyfriend'.

— I Did It Myself: (Y/N) has to take matters into her own hands after she gets taken by Luca Changretta.

— After All this Time: (daughter!reader) Sometimes there's no forgetting what's been done in the past.

— Jealous: Tommy's not too fond of seeing one of his men trying to make a move on the woman he's taken an interest in. (Y/N)'s not too fond of people acting jealous.

— We’ll Still Love You: Tommy and (Y/N)'s youngest child has a hard time accepting the fact that she won't be the baby in the family anymore.

— Keep Me Close: As a maid at Arrow House, (Y/N) has many tasks that she has to complete. She never thought that one of those tasks would be to calm Charles Shelby down after he's had a bad dream. Nor did she expect to catch the attention of her boss because of how she completed that task.

— Some Time Away: (Y/N) manages to convince her partner to take the weekend off from work…the only kicker is that they can’t go anywhere because they’re currently in the midst of a global pandemic. But she still has some ideas in mind. (Modern AU)

— To Forget the Pain: During a party at Arrow House, Tommy finds a woman inside a room that nobody's allowed in.

— Within the Halls: What started off as a fairytale ended up being a nightmare.

— The Line: (Y/N) does something she thought she'd never do in her entire life.

— As Good A Place As Any: (Y/N) finds the perfect time to share some news she's been keeping secret for some time now.

— A Loving Hand and Some Warm Tea: When (Y/N)'s illness turns from bad to worse, she's thankful that she's got Tommy there to help her get through it...even when, in the first place, he was worried about it and she wasn't.

— A Lazy Day: Tommy comes home to find (Y/N) and Charlie spending some time together in the backyard. Instead of going right to his office, he decides to join in. (Modern AU)

— The Boiling Point: (Y/N) has denied her feelings for Tommy to the point where she can't anymore. Will admitting them lead to good? Or will it blow up in her face? Does she know that Tommy feels the same about her?

— A Moment of Respite: Tommy has a dream of the woman he met in France.

— Don’t Turn Into Them: Tensions escalate when (Y/N)'s worry of Tommy becoming something he's not gets miscommunicated and blown out of proportions.

— Merry & Bright: (Y/N) still gets her wish of having a white Christmas, even if it came down to the last possible.

— The Art of Christmas: (Y/N) asks Tommy to go on a walk with her so that she can collect fir branches and get their house ready for the holidays. (Modern AU)

— Right Person, Wrong Time: Three times where Tommy and (Y/N) tried to express their feelings for each other only to find out that it was the wrong time, and the one time, the right time, that they did.

— The Good I’ll Do: Tommy and (Y/N) finally step over the line after the celebration of the legal betting license that was given to the family.

— Weather the Storm: Tommy and (Y/N) spend some time together after a monumental storm leaves them with no choice but to abandon their original plans.

— The Same Situation: Tommy's so worried about Freddie Thorne being with his sister, Ada, that he doesn't even realize that he himself is in just about the same situation with Freddie's sister, (Y/N). What happens when Freddie finds out that the same thing is happening on the flip side of it all?

— Busted By the Bird: (Y/N) invites Tommy over to her flat after a night out. There, Tommy finds out some interesting things about the woman he's interested in. (Modern AU)

— Like Real People Do: Tommy and (Y/N) run into each other again in the most peculiar of places, and instead of letting their secrets come to light, they decide that they'll just forget that all and find comfort in each other.

— Cyril Needed A Friend: Tommy comes home from business to find that his family grew by one while he was away.

— “Darling”: Tommy and (Y/N) have a lot of explaining to do to the rest of the family when Tommy lets a term of endearment he doesn't normally use slip one night at the Garrison.

— Mutually Invested: Tommy finds out something he did not know about (Y/N) (Y/L/N) after it comes down to a life or death situation. Both realize that sometimes it's best to choose your investments wisely.

— The Silver Lining: (daughter!reader) (Y/N) Shelby's always been the 'forgotten one' in her family, but there may just be a silver lining in all of her suffering.

— A Not So Secret: Tommy and (Y/N) think that they're in the clear to spend a quiet Valentine's Day together, but little do they know that their secret may not stay one for long.

— Tied To You: During a laid back Valentine's Day together, Tommy lets (Y/N) know how much she means to him and that he'll be by her side forever. (Modern AU)

— Better Than the Dream: After meeting in France, (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and Tommy Shelby were certain that they'd never see each other again...until one fateful moment has Tommy dreaming of her, or maybe he's not dreaming at all.

— What Do You Regret?: Tommy and (Y/N) talk about some regrets in life over a drink and a quiet moment at the Garrison. When (Y/N) suddenly brings up the topic of 'them’, she gets a pretty interesting response.

— Helpless: (Y/N) falls for a charming soldier at one of her family's parties. From the second her eyes fall on him, she's helplessly in love. (Wartime)

— Escaping the Ashes: (Y/N) reflects on her time spent in the limelight. Although she left it all behind, she can't say she regrets stepping into it; for it brought her the one thing she loves the most. (Modern AU)

— Dancing With the Devil: Tommy Shelby arrives in London with one plan in mind, but quickly stumbles upon another when he meets (Y/N). After finding common ground, he makes the decision on which way to go in a rather unique fashion. A decision that leaves one person rather pleased and the other rather pissed.

— This Storm Will Also Pass: Tommy manages to calm down (Y/N) after he finds her hiding and riddled with anxiety during a late autumn thunderstorm.

— Free the Slave: (Y/N) becomes blinded by opportunity when mysterious preacher, Thomas Shelby, comes into her town that she doesn't see the bigger picture of what's going on at first. But when she’s shown it, she becomes even more intrigued. (AU)

— Where the Sky Opens Up to Everything: Tommy and (Y/N) get away from the smoke and the dirt of Small Heath, where Tommy is finally able to clear his mind for a moment. (prewar)

— Twice As Much: (Y/N) shares her thoughts on Tommy's decision to go into business with the Russians.

— My Favorite Story: Tommy finds himself spending time in his office for other reasons once he finds out (Y/N)'s interest in the room.

— PART 2 of the IMAGINES MASTERLIST

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Word count: 1,358

Dads are not supposed to be giant humanoid yellow rabbits with sunken blue eyes. Most of all, dads are not supposed to be robotic murderers.

Those were the only thoughts running through Oswald’s mind as he paced back and forth across his room, occasionally pausing as he listened for the tell tale metal thumps of the rabbit’s footsteps. The thing that was pretending to be his dad. 

Just a few weeks ago, Oswald was sitting at a dirty wooden table at Jeff’s Pizzeria daydreaming about his first day in sixth grade. What new friends would he make when most of the town left after the mill closed? How much homework would he get in middle school? Oswald didn’t know that his life would soon be turned upside down by a time traveling ball pit and a killer robot that wanted to be his dad. This whole experience gave a new meaning to a saying his mother loved to abuse. Be careful what you wish for.

Minutes blended into an hour, Oswald pacing back and forth across his dimly lit room brainstorming ideas of how to get his father back without the rabbit catching him first. The rabbit had every opportunity to kill him by now. So why hadn’t it? Before he had the chance to grasp at reasons why the rabbit was playing with him like a cat before slaughtering its prey, Oswald heard the signature stomping of the rabbit approaching his bedroom. His breath caught in his throat as he immediately dove under his bed just as the robot slowly opened the door.

Light from the hallway poured into Oswald’s room, the rabbit’s massive figure casting a horrific shadow across his bed. As the robot lumbered into his room, its large head swiveling around in search of Oswald, he covered his mouth and nose with the palm of his hand attempting to muffle the sound of his ragged breathing. He could hear his heart pounding in his ears and for a moment, he feared the rabbit could hear it too. This was the end. He had nowhere to run and his mom was at work. For a fleeting moment he wondered how long it would take for his mother to find his body. Maybe the rabbit would erase him from her memory altogether.

Through the fringes of Oswald’s yellow and green checkered bedspread, he could see the rabbit approaching the side of the bed. Beads of sweat erupted on his forehead, his entire body trembling as the silence of the room was broken by the ear splitting squeaks of metal in severe need of oiling as the rabbit lowered itself to one knee. A large, yellow hand lifted up the bedspread, the rabbit’s piercing blue eyes illuminating the underside of the bed.

Bits and pieces of what he had seen through the doorway the night the rabbit stole his father away flashed before Oswald’s eyes. Five children not much younger than he were lying on the white and black checkered floor. Blood that nearly looked black in the dim lighting coating the floor and walls, staining the children’s clothing. None of them were moving. One body was facing the door, the corpse’s unseeing brown eyes boring into Oswald’s soul. He was next. He would become the sixth victim of the rabbit’s massacre. However, instead of grabbing Oswald’s arm and pulling him out from under the bed, the rabbit made a beckoning motion, stepping back to give him space to climb out from his hiding spot.

“What do you want from me?” Oswald demanded, hating how his voice wavered and cracked and how his body still trembled so violently he wasn’t confident his legs would be able to hold him. 

He wasn’t sure how he expected the rabbit to respond considering it couldn’t speak, or at least never made an effort to speak before, but it calmly motioning towards his desk was the last thing he expected. When caught between doing what the rabbit asked or risking facing its wrath, Oswald decided climbing out from under the bed and allowing himself to be guided towards his desk was the safest option.

The rabbit patted the swivel chair Oswald had picked out on a shopping trip with his parents before it took a seat on a wooden chair it had borrowed from the kitchen. The wood creaked and groaned under the robot’s weight, but the rabbit paid it no mind. It simply sat there patiently waiting for Oswald to sit down, its head tilted ever so slightly.

As Oswald slowly sat down, keeping the rabbit in his peripheral vision, he noticed that the robot had taken out a lined piece of paper and the instructions to his history essay, laying it neatly on the desk. Oswald glanced from the empty piece of paper to the rabbit who looked at him expectantly. Almost innocently. He fought back the urge to laugh, or cry, about the absurdity of it all. This was not his father, so why was it pretending to be? Was this some sort of cruel game?

He tried to take a pen to paper simply to please the imposter, terrified that his head would be crushed between the rabbit’s large, flat teeth if he didn’t do what he was asked. A few agonizing minutes ticked by, his mind unable to conjure any useful information to put together an introduction paragraph. All he could think of was the animatronic rabbit sitting within arms reach. It was impossible to focus like this and, somehow, the rabbit caught on.

In an eerie mimicry of a sigh, the rabbit placed one large hand on Oswald’s shoulder, leading him out of his seat and down the hallway with an almost parental care. Oswald wanted nothing more than to scream and run away, but that would do him more harm than good. The rabbit led Oswald to the dining room, pulling out a chair for him to sit down before disappearing into the kitchen.

The scratchy sound of distorted humming wafted from the kitchen along with the sounds of the rabbit rummaging around through the cabinets. Oswald glanced over his shoulder at the front door, wondering how easy it would be to slip through the rabbit’s fingers and escape to the pizzeria to have another crack at saving his father. However, what harm could humoring the rabbit do? Maybe it would make things a little easier on his end if the rabbit believed that Oswald had somewhat accepted him. 

The banging around in the cabinets soon came to an end as the rabbit produced a tray covered in snacks, placing the tray in front of Oswald before gently ruffling his hair with a giant hand. Air caught in Oswald’s throat as he stared down at the tray in front of him, imagining it as a giant pizza box. Was this the rabbit’s way of luring him into being its next victim, or was this the rabbit being genuinely kind? 

“Why are you being so nice to me? I saw you mur-…I saw you kidnap my dad. Why are you trying to help me with my homework and…do all this?” Oswald asked, staring at the rabbit expectantly. After a few seconds, he felt a bit stupid interrogating the mute animatronic. However, if it really wanted to answer, maybe it could write something down for him.

Instead, the rabbit simply shrugged. It nudged the tray closer to him, Oswald barely able to process the fact that the tray was neatly decorated with baby carrots and apple slices, a bag of chips sitting in the corner. Noticing something purple peeking out from underneath the bag of chips, Oswald moved it aside to see that the rabbit had drawn a little heart on a purple sticky note, along with a childish portrait of Oswald underneath. Abruptly, any trace of an appetite vanished as he stared at the sticky note in terror, unsure if it was a taunt or a genuine proclamation of parental affection. At this point, he wasn’t sure which was worse.

All he knew was that he needed to get his real dad back and soon.

mail-order bride x simon "ghost" riley masterlist

this story is meant to be open-ended and vague. a collection of scenarios between simon and his mail-ordered bride.

cw: this piece isn't necessarily nsfw or dark, but i will not promise it won't contain these themes as these pieces are literally posted on the spot with random prompts (18+)

early delivery

no privacy

help wanted

get off my lawn

views

quiet hours

expectations

necessity

no past

laundry day

stars align

comfort place

summer heat

movie night

mirror thoughts

left behind

it's orange

oopsies

plan b

besties

lunch date

reality

dinner date

honesty

make a wish

open book

#mail-order tag (lore + more lmao)