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hughie

This man...god he's probably older than me but every time i see him on the screen im like "what a dumbass" "OH SHIT THATS MY DUMBASS, NO! BAD HUGHIE!" *spray bottle*

i feel the need to adopt him, this poor guy needs a hug. He's extremely fucked up and traumatised but he's my child now.

Anyone else? or am i the only one who has mentally adopted this man?

Thomas shelby x male reader drabble thingy idk

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"im cashing in that favour. "

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"....this never happened."

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

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

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

"i need a heartbeat"

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

love at first sight? nah fuck that, gimme love at first fight >>>>

imagine arguing with someone, expecting it to go exactly like all your other attempts of sparking a good fight where they'd back off after seeing an unsettling, eager, glint in your eyes.

But not them, they don't back down, they see that glint and challenge it head on.

imagine everyone else terrified watching you two, thinking you're about to kill each other as your words get sharper and sharper, vile words that would make soldiers cry being spat in a back and forth.

No one is too surprised when you two end up on the floor, but what does surprise them is the fact that even though both of you will definitely have black eyes in a few minutes and someone's bleeding, maybe it's both of you no one can tell, you both have shit eating grins, like children playing.

Because the two of you have finally found your match, someone who can take those venomous words and give something even more potent back, someone you can kick just to end up with a gut punch. It's like a game, a conversation for you both, your own language since everyone else thinks they need to call the police because they can't see that you're perfect for each other in all the worst ways.

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Late night thinking pt 2/?

Thinking about a couple, yeah, a couple of lunatics. Lol

But seriously, a couple that are equally deranged as the other, so lost in madness they only have their partner, their only love.

They're both possessive to the point it should no longer be considered a red flag and instead the planet mars. But to them? it's just love.

You look at one of them and one will rip out your spine, vertebrae by vertebrae while the other will plan how to dispose of you.

How dare someone even think about looking at their love?

They're both so lost in their insanity that the world may be burning around them but they could care less, they'd laugh at the pain as they hold their lover, because nothing can truly hurt them in their madness, too far gone but at least they have each other.

Not that they'd notice themselves losing their minds, no, of course not, they dont think anything of it as their lover kills more and more, they just brush it off as another quirk to love and simply do as they do which only sets the madness even deeper.

Til death do us part, they say, except it's only those around them that will die.

i think one of my most recent hear me outs is this guy...

i can't be the only one.

i got so mad when he had a double date that i had to close the game lmao

i just wanna throw hands with somebody, punching biting, all that jazz and roll around on the floor until we're tired and fall asleep leaning on each other.

like c'mon darlin, I'll be your punching bag if you'll be mine?

bonus points if we sit and patch each other up afterwards

this was me at the ass crack of dawn and i have no regrets and shall continue to do so.

first time drawing the old man.

it's pretty shit but i thought it'd be funny, ynkow those huge ass bottles of vodka? thats what i was goin for. also the pic below was the sketch and i had to stop bcz it made me laugh, it looks like the maple leaf from the canadian flag lmao

im glad im drawing again though. i might draw some more of rick and maybe morty, so if you've got any ideas that you dont mind me havin a crack at send em through.

bro waking up after going to sleep with a headache??

i felt like i just met god, didn't even realise I'd fallen asleep until i woke up like "???am i dead??"

would not recommend but at least my headache went away