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Red Carpet

(Completed)

•• Cillian Murphy x Original Character ••

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Epilogue-Part 1 Epilogue-Part 2 Ask Game-Part 1 Ask Game-Part 2 Take It Slow (smutty extra)

Hope

(Ongoing)

•• Josef Gabcik x Reader (sans “Y/N”) ••

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Why Deny?

(Ongoing)

•• Leonard Miller x Reader ••

Preview - Part 1

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

Won’t You Be My Neighbor?

(Completed)

•• Emmett x Reader ••

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

Enemies with Benefits

(Ongoing)

•• Modern Tommy Shelby x Reader ••

Preview - Part 1

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: (1 of 2) Part 17: (2 of 2) Part 18

~ Randoms / One Shots /Not Quite a Series ~

It Should Have Been You

(Completed…maybe)

•• Tom (The Party) x Reader ••

Part 1 Part 2

After Hours

(Coming soon)

•• Robert Fischer x Reader ••

Mood boards Sneak Peak

A black cat 🐈‍⬛

You are trapped in an elevator with the person on your lockscreen. Who is it?

Reblog with who you get stuck with~

Thomas Shelby x Kidnapped!Reader

An imagine in pieces : Requested? I think so?

Tommy was always precautious when you went out.

Finn or John would usually accompany you when you went out

But now it was Isiah who kept you company when you where out

“Stop looking at women like that Isaiah, it’s disrespectful.”

He chuckled and shook his head.

What a bean.

You had been a big fan of reading.

Once and a while Tommy would send you out to find new books to read so you could tell him all about it when he tried to sleep.

The library was like a maze and being the clumsy person you are, you lost Isaiah.

As you read around the library, you would hear Isaiah calling out for your name.

You wandered around and slightly panicked when he stopped calling your name

Turning onto one of the bookshelve corners, you saw Isiah on the floor.

Then everything turned black

When Isiah went into the Garrison, it was late, he was bloody and tired.

Tommy could have almost killed Isiah if it weren’t for Michael, telling him that Isiah is the only person who knows what happened.

“Send a search team, every man, working or not, I want them searching everywhere for Y/n, now!”

Tommy not sleeping for days until he found the first lead to who might have taken you.

Drinking heavily because you aren’t there to stop him.

Him not admitting that he misses you.

“We’ll find her Tommy.”

“I asked you to do one thing for me and you lose her. You fuckin lose y/n, Isiah! Do you know what that means?! That means I’m fuckin’ lost to shit because she isn’t here!”

People not realizing how much you meant to Tommy until now.

Tommy still not sleeping because at night he would go out and try to find you himself.

Polly trying to calm him down but knowing she couldn’t.

Everyone knew you where his anchor- Everyone.

Arthur staying up with Tommy a few days, making sure his brother was in check.

Ada reassuring him.

But when he got a clear lead. Oh how he almost killed every man in that room until he got a straight answer.

When they had located where they were keeping you, a whole mission was set up second by second to make sure you would be safe.

When he walked into the building, you were set up like bait.

Tied up onto a chair in the middle of the room.

Beat up.

Cut.

Bruised.

Soaked in freezing water.

His heart shattered.

You looked up at him and smiled. “Is Isaiah alright?” God, you didn’t think he could ever look so upset. “Is he alive?”

“He’s alright.” He slowly stepped closer.

“No, don’t. Don’t come near me. I’m bait, Tommy. We both know it.” He hated that you where right. “Make them suffer Tommy. It’s not like I can go anywhere.” The light chuckle that came out of your lips scared him. He knew that if this was your last moments, you would be okay with it.

As you sat in the chair, your heart started beating slower. You had been starved, dehydrated and beaten. Your body couldn’t handle it anymore but you determined to stay awake. His name would slip out of your lips a few times, trying to warn him that your body was giving out. But then everything went black again.

You were safe at home when you woke Tommy was by your side with the book you had picked out at the library. You dropped it when they took you. “Don’t be angry at Isaiah. It was my fault.” He looked at you, his expression was apathetic but his eyes gleamed.  “I wandered off on my own. He called out for my name when he couldn’t find me, I found him on the floor. That’s when they took me.”

Never have you seen Tommy so heartbroken You knew he was looking at every ingury.

The cut on your lip

The bruise on your cheek

The rope marks on your neck

“I’m alive, Tommy. That’s all that matters.”

“You could have died.”

“But I didn’t. And don’t you dare give me some bullshit about leaving me because, “it’s the best for me” when it’s fuckin’ not. I knew what I was getting into and nothing will ever pull me away, Tommy.” You put your hand on top of his, as it rested on the lower portion of your thigh.“I made the most amazing mistake of falling in love with a Shelby and I’m never takin’ it back.”

Hail MAry im back, quick update on my life. 

Im alive, i still love tom holland and cillian murphy. I have fallen into the fandom of Sherlock and ¡ I have a boyfriend? Ill talk about that later. But I think i just needed some time to finally want to get back into writing. In two weeks its my spring break and i’ll be in france and Italy! My 11 hour flight will be for any writing and my inbox and request for anything is open 24/7!!! 

- Love, Me!

Till THE DEAD do us part Masterlist

A/N: This story will take place in all the seasons, but it’s not exactly a rewriting cause I’d have to re-watch everything to use the exactly lines of the characters, also I think it’s better if I tell a side story without changing the main facts of the story. I’m not good with synopses, so sorry about that.

This story has a Female Reader, but I don’t describe her appearance, so anyone can identify with her.

Summary: Y/N Grimes is Rick’s younger sister, when the world ended she had Lori, Carl and Shane. But did she really have them? Her brother was dead, her sister-in-law was sleeping with her brother’s best friend and her nephew was just a small kid. She had him, Daryl Dixon was no knight in a shining armor and she was no damsel in distress, but maybe they were exactly what each other needed.

Warnings: swearing, death, violence , blood, injuries, sex, smut. Minors do not interact. 18+ (with the time I’ll add more to the list).

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Grimes!Reader

Chapters

Smut - 🥵

Chapter 1: Vulnerable ~ Moodboard Chapter 1

Chapter 2: Anything that reminds you of me ~ Moodboard Chapter 2

Chapter 3: I’m sorry and Thank you ~ Moodboard Chapter 3

Chapter 4: Pinky Promise ~ Moodboard Chapter 4

Chapter 5: We’re all gonna die ~ Moodboard Chapter 5

Chapter 6: Are ya blind? ~ Moodboard Chapter 6

Chapter 7: Chupacabra ~ Moodboard Chapter 7

Chapter 8: Because it’s you

Chapter 9: I ain’t yer bitch, Grimes

Chapter 10: I’d carry it proudly 🥵

Chapter 11: I ain’t playin’

Chapter 12: You already have me 🥵

Chapter 13: This group’s broken

Chapter 14: We’ll not lose each other

Chapter 15: We’re definitely Lucky

Chapter 16: Ya know I hate lies, don’t ya?

Chapter 17: Of Kisses and Chapsticks

Chapter 18: I ain’t sleeping with Hershel

Chapter 19: After all this time?

Chapter 20: Feeling better D.?

Dividers of the chapters by @cafekitsune , for now it’s only on Chapter 17, but I’m thinking about going back and using in the olds too.

Hey! I was wondering if you would do a comfort fix with tommy Shelby, where the reader gets kidnapped and beaten to get information about then Tommy finds her and comforts her/super protective too? 😮‍💨 thanks! Btw OBSESSED with the fics you have put out already

Thank you for waiting!!! I hope this is what you were looking for!! <3

Also I'm so happy you are enjoying my stuff!!!! Its so nice you took the time to drop me a request!!

Warnings: Violence & torture.

Part 2: https://padfootdaredmetoo.tumblr.com/post/665512524672827392/can-you-please-write-a-part-two-to-the-tommy

You were surrounded by loud music and laughter. Colours swirling around the room and drinks sloshing. You were enjoying a dance with Esme, after a few more twirls and a dirty comment from John you both were laughing too hard to keep up with the song. Moving back to the booth you looked around and everyone's rosy faces made your heart swell a little bit. Somehow you managed to work your way into the circle as an honorary member of the family.

Though Polly and Esme teased you that it was Tommy’s interest in you that made him agree to it. He had specifically told you it was because you had an irreplaceable set of skills and that you had proven your loyalty to the family. You knew deep down you wished it was something more than that, but Tommy was a very difficult man to be involved with. These were thoughts that should be considered while sober. Or at least alone. You were too drunk to feel the pain in your feet, or the tiredness of your muscles. It had been a long week, no better way to end it really, but still everything had caught up with you and a warm bed sounded much more appealing than another round of drinks. Arthur had started on one of his stories you’d heard a hundred times and you decided it was best to leave.

“I'm going to head home” You whispered to Esme. She gave you a small pout.

“Alright love, get home safe. I’ll tell the others after the story is over” She kissed your cheek and you got up from the table without anyone noticing. You stepped out and enjoyed the chilly air on your flushed skin, lighting a cigarette you made your way down the street.

Suddenly you were grabbed from behind, immediately you started elbowing and screaming. The large man pulled you towards a parked car. You cursed your delayed responses, but you didn't give up. He pushed you against the side of the car and you head butted him, he fell back taking your favorite stand of pearls with him. You tried to run, but three men pulled you into the back seat. Next thing you knew the car was moving and you were being tied up.

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Tommy finally made his way out of the snug, irritated by another pointless meeting. His eyes started scanning the place looking for you. As soon as he stopped hearing your loud laugh, he rushed the meeting along.

“Where’s Y/N” Everyone looked around.

“She’s left, and I don’t blame her, if i have to hear one more story ab-” He didn't wait for Esme to finish before running out the door trying to catch up with you. A slight acidic feeling washing over his stomach at the thought of you walking home alone. He’d scold the others later for letting you go. He didn't need to see you to know how drunk you were, he could tell by how loudly you were laughing at John's low brow jokes.

Walking around the corner he saw a man with a busted nose laying on the ground, still breathing. His hand was wrapped around your handbag, pearls scattered on the pavement sparkling in the moonlight.

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You woke up on a cold floor in a dimly lit concrete room. You refused to outwardly show any signs of distress, despite the urge to start crying. You laid there mind spinning, trying to think of who had taken you, what their accents were, how you fought.

Your body curled inward when you realized that no one would notice that you were gone till everyone stumbled into the shop tomorrow.

Eventually you heard the door to the room unlock. You sat up and a tall, well dressed man strode into the room. He kneeled down in front of you and grabbed your jaw roughly. He smelled heavily of cologne and smoke, there was something wrong with his hazel eyes that you couldn't quite place.

“You are going to tell me everything about Thomas Shelby.” He had a funny sounding english accent you refused to be intimidated by.

“Oh piss off. Why would I do that?” your question was answered by a hard slap across your face. He stood up and walked back towards the door.

“Because, if you don't. You won't make it out of here alive.” He snapped his fingers disappearing into the hallway. Two men came into the room and picked you up by the arms. You knew that there was no point in trying to fight the tight grip they had on your arms, they dragged you through the narrow hallway. Eventually bringing you into what seemed like a meat cellar. There were lots of ominous looking chains with hooked ends hanging down from the ceiling. A chair was sitting in the middle of the room and they roughly pushed you down into it.

“Now that we understand each other. I know lots about you, love.” The man circled you like a wolf. “You are Mr. Shelby’s right hand man, you keep all the books, oversee all the accounts, and you know about all his other side ventures. Some people say the only thing that's missing is a ring on your finger.”

“Some people are idiots. I'm a secretary, if they think that's a glamorous and powerful position, perhaps you should strive to entertain better company.” Despite your discomfort, you were pleased that your tone didn't show it. His soft hand met the side of your face again causing your cheek to sting. You wondered if those manicured hands had ever actually done this before.

“Shshsh - don't lie to me sweetheart.” he grabbed your jaw again, his voice made your stomach heave. “Perhaps you're too smart, you know too much. I'll make it nice and easy on you, narrow it down. All I really need to know about are the Walsh accounts, and the three bodies dumped in the cut last week.”

You rolled your eyes. Of course this would be about that. It’s not your problem that they’d given up their account and three of their so-called “best men” to try and move in on an arrangement Tommy had made with some French gang. They were lucky that Tommy left the body count at three.

“Why would I know about that? I didn’t take any calls about murdering folks, and I certainly didn't put it in his day schedule. Have you thought that perhaps you've taken the wrong woman?”

He gave you a questioning look.

“What’s your name?”

“Lizzie Stark” You lied easily. He strode out of the room angrily, you knew that it would be worse when he came back. But hopefully it bought you some time…. Hopefully someone was looking for you.

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Tommy was also in a cellar.

“Where is she?” He delivered another blow to the man's stomach. The man's head rolled back, his eyes barely able to open. But still no information.

Arthur grabbed Tommy’s arm and he pulled him back into the hallway.

“You push him any further, you’ll kill him and we won't get her back.” Tommy had half a mind to punch him, but meeting his eyes he could see that he was right. Everyone was a mess over her being taken, Arthur wasn't going to let him ruin their chances. He tried to focus on his breathing, but his heart hasn't stopped racing and twisting since he knew you were gone. Suddenly Esme was there in the small hallway squaring up with him, her big brown eyes furious.

“Thomas let me see him!” Tommy thought about it for a second, John came and started pulling her down the hallway, both of them yelling. “Thomas please I might know him.” She called out over John’s protests.

“Alright. Alright! Go see him, Jesus.” He just wanted her to shut up. John gave him a peculiar look, but it wasn't as if she didn't know what the family did. Nothing in that room should surprise her, they both went back inside.

Tommy thought of you out there on your own and he put his head back to rest on the wall, taking a long drag of his cigarette.

For the first time since the war he prayed.

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After what must have been an hour or so, the angry man came back into the room.

“Lizzy or Y/N it doesn't matter, my people are sure you know about the murders, and the deal with the French” He stepped closer to you. “Apparently I haven't been forceful enough. Stand up.”

Next thing you know, despite your protests they had you up in the air hanging from the cling by your tied hands like an animal. Your shoulders and wrists ached, but it didn't compare to the pain of his first landing on your stomach. Over and over, he punched you, stopping finally when you couldn't breathe anymore.

“Tell me!” He yelled. Air could barely reach your lungs, talking was out of the question. You couldn't even bring yourself to open your eyes, tears were streaming down your face. You were so angry, your body would be broken over what? Information about a certain British politician. You choked out an angry sob, what an embassarsingly stupid thing to die over. But you knew what the information was, and this was the only way to protect your family. If you let it slip they would be the ones to pay the price. Knowing that you were dying for them took the anger away, you could go at peace knowing you did right by the people that loved you.

He started again and you felt your ribs break, the feeling sent a spasm through your body. You knew now that this was how it was going to end. The pain was too much for you to last the whole night like this. And he didn't let up. Your dress was undone exposing your back, only for it to be met with a whip. Your brain was sliding all over the place, between strokes you suddenly thought back to Curly, grateful he never let anyone whip the horses.

Heat was sliding off your back and down your legs. The feeling of pain suddenly became slippery, coming and going as it pleased. Sensations were dulling. You opened your eyes and looked at the mess on the floor. That mess was yours, it was supposed to be kept inside you, it didn't belong on some asshole's dirty floor. You closed your eyes and knew that was the last time you’d open them.

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“Tommy!” John called and he blew the door open.

“He says they have her in an abandoned slaughterhouse on the other side of town.” Before asking what the hell she did, he turned on his heel and ran down the hallway. He could hear his brother's footsteps behind him. They rushed into the car, and tore down the driveway.

“She was rushing around after Polly, getting the boys out on the street looking for her, when she realized where she’d seen him before. His wife is a regular at the bath house, he meets her out front. Brutal man, but a man with two kids. She threatened him and cut a deal he goes free with no damage to the kids.”

Tommy scoffed. Like that was going to happen, that man was as good as dead and so helped anyone that stood in his way. No one hurt you, and got to go on untouched.

“Trust me Tommy, I'm pretty sure she loves Y/N more than she loves me. As soon as she’s home, Esme says he’s dead.” John patted him on the back. “She’s called back to the house, Polly’s sent others to meet us there.”

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You had retreated so far inside yourself you weren't really sure what they were doing now. It was a stupid thing to stress over, but you couldnt decide what you wanted your last thought to be about.

You thought of your parents, and how you grew up, them abandoning you at 16 over refusing a sex contract with a high up military officer, ruled them out. You thought of Polly, taking you in and teaching you how to be a woman, Arthur teaching you how to fight, John was always around to make you laugh or teach you how to gamble and drink. Esme becoming your closest friend, you doubted anyone would be able to find sisters as close as the two of you were. You thought about all of them grieving you, and you suddenly wished you’d said good night at the party, just one last round of hugs.

Then you thought about Tommy, he’d without a doubt be the last thing you’d want to see before you went. Those big eyes.

Shots rang out and you’d assumed they were for you, still your eyes stayed closed. You didn't feel like you’d been shot, but maybe that's how it was. You assumed you would start to peel out of this body, but the pain didn't leave, no white lights. Someone hauled your body down, your tired arms fell around someone's neck. Opening your eyes you saw those big blue eyes, wide with fear, you wanted to comfort him. You thanked whatever god let your brain conjure up this Tommy Shelby holding you tightly before you died.

“CALL A FOOKIN AMBULANCE” Arthur screamed, you realised you could hear again.

“Stay with me love. That’s it, come back.” Tommy coaxed you with such a soft tone. Pressing his forehead against yours, you took a deep breath that caused pain to radiate through your body only to realize that it smelled of cigarettes, whiskey, and Tommy.

This was real. They got you. A crushing force was applied to your back forcing you against his chest.

Suddenly you were aware of everything. Your legs had been cut and you were straddling his lap on the floor in a pool of blood, with your tied arms around his neck. John was putting all his strength on the wounds on your back. Arthur was swearing at someone loudly in the hallway, bodies lined the floor of the room. You heard Tommy praying in Romani, kissing the side of your head.

“I’m sorry” You choked out. “Mm gonna fall s’leep”

“Not yet, you stay with us, love” Tommy said in your ear. You’d hope his prayers were enough to hold you to this earth, but in case it didn't you still had enough inside yourself to tell him the truth.

“I didn't tell him anything.” You whispered

“I know love.” you swore you could feel his tears sliding into your hair.

“Tommy, I love you.” His arms tightened, and you felt him sob.

“Come on, none of that. Your going to be fucking fine. Esme will kill us all with Polly’s help if we let you slip away now.” John said pressing harder on your back causing the pain to spark. You closed your eyes and listened to Tommy’s soft words, grateful that Esme had taught you the language. You rested your head on his shoulder and enjoyed what you could feel of his embrace.

Everything after that was in and out. You remember people pulling you away from him, and John puking in the corner of the room. Tommy demanding he stay with you at all times. More wicked threats if anything happened to you. Then you were gone.

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You woke up in a large bed. Tommy’s bed… You looked around without daring to move, you saw Polly by the fire preparing something.

“Tommy she’s up.” You wanted to ask her how she knew, without looking over. Tommy rose from the armchair beside her and he came to kneel beside the bed. You wanted him closer, badly enough that you forgot moving wasn't a good idea. You let out a moan of pain.

“Don’t move, love. Just stay still, it's alright your home now.” He kissed your forehead and you tried to blink the tears out of your eyes. He brushed the tears off your cheeks, looking you over.

“We have to change your bandages, do you want me to go to Esme instead?” You softly shook your head, gripping his hand with as much force as you could, you wanted him as close as possible. “It’s okay dove, I’m not going anywhere.”

Tommy picked you up out of the bed, and you tried not to wince, he carried you over to the edge of the tub in the bathroom. Sitting you down while holding you up, he started taking off your bandages. You suddenly wished this wasn't the first time he was undressing you, you were still too tired to be upset about it. Grateful for the slight brushes of his fingers reminding you that you’d survived.

“You sure you don't want me to wake Esme love?”

“No, I just want you.” Your voice cracked and your eyes were watery, your heart wrenching. He gave you another soft kiss on the forehead and got the rest of the bandages off. He ran the water for the bath and Polly came through dumping strange herbs in the water. She made him turn around while she got the rest of you undressed and settled into the water draping a towel over your front for some level of modesty.

You enjoyed the feeling of the water, the herbs making your head swim slightly. He sat on the floor, his arm came across your body, giving you something to lean against. You could feel the worry and pain in Polly’s voice as she talked about your wounds. She told you about your ribs, and that your back would probably scar but she’d hope she would be able to minimize it.

“Do you want the rest of the news now?” You could tell by the tone of her voice it was a woman’s topic.

“Go on” Your heart sank, you were never sure if you’d wanted kids but it sounds like someone had made the choice for you.

“They said your organs were pretty battered but there might be a chance you’d be able to have kids, but it's slim.” You felt her heart break for you. The words cut through you despite already knowing. You started sobbing, angry that your body had paid the price for such horrible secrets. Tommy pulled you to the edge of the tub, his big arms held you against his chest. Polly got up giving you some space. You cried and yelled about how you hoped the bastard rotted in hell. Tommy assured you that they ripped them all apart. The information had passed hands, people and repercussions should be dealt out by the end of the week clearing them of the situation.

“Y/N can you forgive me.” you pulled away to look into his eyes, never in your time with the Shelby’s had you seen him look so distressed.

“I don’t blame you. It was the right thing to do. Now he will lose the party, people won't get hurt.” It was hard to get the sentence out in between sobs.

“I love you.” He whispered, almost appearing alarmed by his own words. “I’ll keep you safe.”

“I know.” He kissed you and you cursed the fact that your body had limitations. The kiss was heavenly, and consuming. Better than the opium that was coursing through your veins. Polly came back clearing her throat as she entered the room. The kiss was broken, but the fire in his eyes assured you it would be one of many to come.

“Tommy Shelby, keep your hands off her. I expect a full recovery, I'm not having you jeopardizing it.”

You finished up in the bathroom and once fully bandaged you were back in his bed, wrapped in his arms.

Polly floated out of the room once you were content, reminding Tommy again that you were a work in process and high on opium.

You listened to his heart beating, and his chest rising and falling. He removed one of his arms to lit a cigarette.

“How long was I out?”

“Just a night and a day, they let you out once bandaging you up and controlling the bleeding, it's round 10pm now.”

You let out a hum.

“Tommy?” You wanted to know for sure that you were a proper thing now.

“Yes, love” He took a long drag of his cigarette.

“What are we?”

“Well you're mine now. No one’s going to touch you again, not while I'm alive.” His voice was dark and it made you crave him. He put out his cigarette, bringing his hand to gently cradle your face towards him.

“I mean it Y/N, no one else. Just me.”

“It's not like I wanted anyone else anyway.” you said softly, enjoying the flash of emotion on his face. He kissed you again softly, you wanted him so badly a whine escaped your throat.

“Shhh, love there's lots of time for that when you're better, and sober. You need to rest.” You saw the restraint in his eyes, but you also saw the dark circles under his eyes, and the paleness of his skin.

“Have you slept?”

“No.”

You tried to sit up and see that he was okay. He probably had to fight his way into the building, had he been injured? What about the others?

“None of that.” He snapped holding you in place. “Everyone is fine, I'm fine. You need to let us look after you this time. Alright?”

You nodded. And settled back in his arms letting out a breath of relief.

“Good, now stay like that and maybe we’ll both sleep through the night.” He got up and started getting ready for bed. Just as he finished arranging the blankets there was a knock at the door. Esme’s head poked through the door and you could feel Tommy’s reluctance to let her see you. She sat on the edge of the bed and held your hand tightly. You were happy to see her, but alarmed at her sickly appearance much like Tommy’s.

“Oh love, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have let you go home alone.” Tears streamed down her face.

“It's no one's fault.” You squeezed her hand. “It's okay, Polly said I’d be back at it in no time” You saw her eyes fall to your stomach, and more tears fell. She looked you over and quickly composed herself.

“You're right, you're going to be just fine. We can talk about everything else when you're up. You need to rest, I'm down the hall if you need anything just yell.” She leaned in and whispered in your ear “You're okay to stay with him yeah?” for the first time you felt a smile creep onto your face. “I'll take that as a yes then?”

You nodded at her and she gave you a wink. She kissed your cheek and gave you one last look over. The interaction reminded you that you’ve got a life to get back to. She quickly turned on Tommy.

“You look after her.” She gave him a fierce look. “And if you need anything, come get me. Both of you go to sleep.” She floated out of the room and Tommy got ready for bed. He crawled back into place holding you tightly.

“Tommy?” He hummed in response.

“Are you going to be here in the morning?” Normally the two of you would start at the shop around 5am.

“I’m not leaving your side till you can manage on your own, and shoot a gun. Till then you're stuck with me.” He gave you a light squeeze. You nuzzled into him and for a brief moment you wondered if perhaps you had died and gone to heaven.

Part 2: https://padfootdaredmetoo.tumblr.com/post/665512524672827392/can-you-please-write-a-part-two-to-the-tommy

THE GREAT WAR

Joel Miller x f!oc

pairing: Joel miller x fem!reader.

status: completed.

series warning: angst, fluff, established relationship, age gap (Reader is in her late 20s, Joel is in his late 40s), child loss, anger, some tension.

series summary: "After things fell apart it seemed that Joel and you were falling into pieces. Is it the end of all the endings? How long will it take to mend a broken heart?"

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

/All that bloodsheed , crimson clover uh-huh, sweet dream was over, my hand was the one you reached for

All throughout the great war/