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I might've added the BG3 Art Book to my dnd assets stash
It's got stuff like the 5e players' handbook + 5e’s character sheet, the dm's guide, critical role's explorer's guide to wildmount, baldur's gate and waterdeep city encounters, 101 potions and their effects, volo's guide to monsters, both of Xanathar's guides, a bunch of other encounters, one shots, class builds, and other fun stuff!!
Characters: Carmy Berzatto x Reader
Summary: You spend your Sunday afternoon with Carmy, by your side, trying to make sense of the piles of disorganized paperwork. You finally have a chance to ask what happened to his brother, only to regret it after finding out the answer. You start to realize you might be there for more than just financial guidance.
Warnings: Angst, Suicide mentions, Alcohol.
A/n: I'm really excited writing this series. It's been awhile since writing something like this. I hope you guys enjoy it and please let me know what you think! Any feedback would be amazing. If there's any other ideas you have in mind about our Carmy, my requests are open!
Enjoy :)
It was a Sunday evening, and after officially a week of being at 'The Original Beef of Chicagoland,' you were no were nowhere closer to telling Carmy the legal or financial status of his restaurant.
It took you half the week to just organize the random letters and scraps of paper laying in boxes. With that, there was still portions missing.
Carmy came through the swinging doors with two plates. He placed your plate on the desk and scooted a chair closer to you. He felt bad about dropping this bomb on you. But even worse now, because you came in every day this week to get on top of this mess.
Synopsis: Robberies are never fun to deal with. Unless it's a certain chef that steals your heart. That is something that can be gotten behind. Real robberies - not so much.
Pairing: Carmen (Carmy; Bear) Berzatto x fem!Reader
Genre: primarily fluff, maybe a bit of angst
Warnings: robbery, mentions of blood, stitches, wounds, swearing, mentions of suicide, minimally edited
Word count: 4041
Calling in just a couple of hours before the opening shift where Y/N should be on her way to help out, was the last thing she wanted to do. In fact, all she wanted was to make her coffee and have her usual bagel with cream cheese, tomatoes and basil before heading out the door and getting to The Bear. Instead, she was stuck in her apartment, with medics and police officers, as well as some concerned neighbours all around.
Y/N huffed, her leg bouncing up and down as the paramedic finally snipped the ends of the bandages and told her to take it easy for the next few days and to go to the hospital in a week’s time.
The clock glared at her from her peripheral, counting down the minutes to when her alarm would blare.
Fuck! Why the fuck did this have to happen on a night when she had a shift the next morning!?
She dragged a hand down her face when the cops and the medics finally left.
Mrs Hanover from the third floor gave her a tight smile. “You’ll be okay, sweetie?”
“I’ll be alright.” Y/N gave her an appreciative hug. “Thanks. Just – just gonna get some more rest.”
“You do that,” the older woman patted her cheek. With one more backwards glance and a reassuring wave from Y/N, her apartment was vacated.
Instantly, she latched the new locks, put the chain on and placed a chair underneath the door handle. No more surprises, not after that night.
Plopping herself down on the couch, Y/N craned her neck back and stared at the ceiling. It was still dark outside, as it usually was when she returned home and more often than not nowadays, when she left for work.
pairing(s): carmen berzatto x fem!reader : platonic!michael berzatto x fem!reader : platonic!richie jerimovich x fem!reader
summary: you reunite with carmy years later at the berzatto family christmas party.
warnings: language (cursing), blasphemy, angst (maybe?), spoilers kinda (if you haven't seen season 2 don't read), the berzatto family, not dialogue heavy, very subtle hints to mikey being suicidal, probably ooc!characters, idk what else but if you find something let me know please! not beta’d and minimal editing so sorry for any mistakes. i also wrote this overstimulated on caffeine so if it doesn’t make sense or it’s repetitive then we know why : )
semantics: no use of Y/N: reader goes by the nickname Baby it has a backstory and its literally so simple, if this bothers you idk what to tell you, sorry : (
wc: 4.7k
Summary: In a city ruled by gangsters, nothing is ever simple.
The Grumpy x Sunshine Series story!
Pairing: Sunshine!Reader x Grumpy!Bucky Barnes
Summary: You hate it when Bucky is mad, but it's a thousand times worse when you're the one he's mad at.
Pairing: Bucky x female!Reader
Genre: Angst, fluff
Warnings: Insecure reader, self-deprecation, self-harm (?)
A/N: I love stories like these so thought I'd take a stab at it. Please do leave feedback, they are always encouraging!
Length: 4.8k
It had taken Bucky a long time to open up to you. His journey of being able to face what he had done as the Winter Soldier was long and arduous, and still ongoing. He had vivid nightmares, ones which alleviated in frequency over the course of the last few years, but which still sometimes made an unwelcome appearance.
His own healing was a work in progress, so it was no surprise that it was still a struggle for him to divulge certain aspects to you. He found it difficult letting himself be vulnerable, even around people he trusted, and insight into his past had been offered to you in scattered pieces.
You had been patient, although you wished that Bucky would feel comfortable revealing more. You never judged him, and you just wanted to help and do your part in the recovery process, if you could. It was much worse hearing the exacerbated, hateful stories of the Winter Soldier from other people’s mouths - the Internet was a horrid place, and whilst there were still a lot of people who supported Bucky Barnes and the Avengers in general, there were just as many people who would not forgive him for being the Winter Soldier.
Pairing: Thomas Shelby x female/Reader
Summary: Bruised and broken, Y/N, trapped in a loveless marriage, arrives at her best friend's house, desperately hoping someone will help her, aware she cannot return to the estate of her husband.
Warning: fear, anxiety, Angst, swearing, gun, fights
Word Count: 2.8k
Rays, molten gold, heralding the dawn of a new day, a new chance, poured through the dense layer of wandering clouds. The smell of rain was in the air. Light beamed down on the couple, saying farewell to the man leaning against the door frame with his arms folded in front of his chest.
Pairing: Thomas Shelby x female/Reader
Summary: Bruised and broken, Y/N, trapped in a loveless marriage, arrives at her best friend's house, desperately hoping someone will help her, aware she cannot return to the estate of her husband.
Warning: fear, anxiety, Angst, swearing, Fluff
Word Count: 2.3k
Puddles gathered beneath his shoes freckled by mud. Light flickered. The man was broken, frail, weakened by the weight resting on his shoulders. Thomas had imagined hundreds, thousands of scenarios, had expected the worst, but the sight of his wife beaten and bloody evoked tears and the desire to kill.
Pairing: Thomas Shelby x female/Reader
Summary: Bruised and broken, Y/N, trapped in a loveless marriage, arrives at her best friend's house, desperately hoping someone will help her, aware she cannot return to the estate of her husband.
Warning: fear, anxiety, Angst, swearing, wounds,
Word Count: 2.3k
Faint, scarcely perceptible footsteps resounded throughout the mansion. The world was remote, and the storm had ceased, had travelled across the land, but ruled with an iron fist in her mind. Y/N couldn't find peace, needed a map, a guide to find the trail through the endless labyrinth of greyed memories.
Part Two
Tommy Shelby x reader
You've been involved with the Peaky Blinders business for a few years now, undiscovered as a woman posing as a man. Now the Shelby boys have grown suspicious of you and want you found out.
an: set in season one
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No one else knew apart from the Shelby family, Polly looked at you with a new found respect and Ada found it extremely funny whilst understanding your motives. Most of the relationships between you and the family didn't change that much aside from a few jokes towards your situation that Tommy seemed to enjoy more than he should.
You'd started wearing blouses and leaving your chest free without binding at home, still not willing to live in society as your God given name. You couldn't get used to wearing dresses or skirts, it didn't feel right but as your hair started to grow out on the sides and on top, you started considering the possibility that you could be comfortable with it. It was on one of these nights that you were wearing a blouse that there was a knock at your front door. The rain had been falling since the heavens opened a few minutes ago and hadn't let up the whole time you sat in your front room. You placed a blazer on to cover up your chest in case it was someone other than the Shelby's but when you opened it you were met with Tommy, rain attacking his figure like a stranger.
Pairing: Thomas Shelby x female/Reader
Summary: Bruised and broken, Y/N, trapped in a loveless marriage, arrives at her best friend's house, desperately hoping someone will help her, aware she cannot return to the estate of her husband.
Warning: fear, anxiety, Angst, Fluff,
Word Count: 2.2k
a/n: Requested by anonymous.
A deep silence descended upon the land. The ocean was calling, singing, and chanting. Oblong clouds obscured the waxing moon. Creatures cried out and escaped the shelter of the rising shadows. The door was shut and a low prayer escaped her quivering lips.
Summary: Geralt and Ciri are back in Kaer Morhen for the winter. But what happens when Ciri finds out about the only female Witcher who used to be close to Geralt?
Warnings: Poisoning
Words: 1850
A/N: I am back to writing after a 5-year-long break. I hope you like it!
18+ Minors dni
Bucky x f reader
Warnings: Angst, smutttt, fluffff the holy trinity.
Word count: 2k
You stared at the ceiling, tears staining your pillow; the sheets were warm but your heart felt cold. It was another night of holding Bucky while he struggled to accept the loss of not one, but two friends. Though he was struggling without Steve, Bucky had reluctantly come to terms with the fact that his best friend decided to go back to a time he was familiar with. Bucky already saw it coming and when Steve told him, it hurt, but it wasn’t surprising. He understood why; after all he would have done the same thing if it were you.
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A/N: I did change up some details of the universe to accommodate the reader and Tommy's story better xx. As per the request of @chaoticuserm, an assassin x Tommy Shelby piece, which ended up a little bit fluffier than I had initially thought. Hopefully, you all enjoy!
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The devil himself had requested your employment. After receiving a delicately written letter and a stack of cash at your drop-off point, it was clear that your hands would be washed with blood. Though, what shook you to your core the most was that somehow, in a turn of fates, the person who requested your assistance was your ex-employer, Tommy Shelby, whom you had worked for previously as a secretary for many years. Tommy Shelby, whom you had spent countless restless nights with, tangled comfortably within his sheets, hooded lids and entranced in sleep. The man whom you had bared your soul to and who you would walk to hell and back for.
Your hands fidgeted wildly as your eyes skimmed over the letter, unable to comprehend the request. A job that Tommy Shelby didn’t want to get his hands dirty with was a dangerous one. Biting your lip until you tasted iron, you sighed and folded the letter back into the envelope. The wad of money sat tauntingly on the bench and you tsked. The memory of your last night still loomed large in the back of your mind, teasing its way through the smoke of your memories.
“Tommy” you groaned, collapsing in the soft bedsheets, breath still racing as your fingers laced with his. Both your chests were hammering out of control, comforted by the sound of pattering rain against the tin roof. His kisses were dusted across your knuckles as he brought them to his lips. “I love you”. His words were only a weak murmur, a smidge softer and you wouldn’t have heard him utter it. Butterflies swarmed in your stomach at the sight of the softening man, brought to his knees by your beauty.
Tommy’s hands were folded over his chest. While you were caught in a daze of smiling, staring at the ceiling, you could clearly notice the troubled look on his face from the way his brows were arched, alone. Your satisfaction was followed by a moment of peaceful silence, inching the blanket to cover your exposed body. Tommy’s tongue ran hastily over his lips, “(Y/N)...” and your head darted in his direction, sombre blue eyes staring into your soul like they always did. But there was a desperate quality to them as though he was clinging on to the moment. “Grace is pregnant”
It was as if something inside you snapped, and you blinked, feeling your heart crumble into tiny pieces. You didn’t make a noise, only pulling the sheets higher up to your body as you felt as exposed as ever. Where you just another body to him? At that moment, all of his words which you had held close to your heart slipped through your fingers, dissipating as you scrambled to pick them and your broken heart up. You didn’t bother moving from the bed. Thomas had made his bed and he was going to have to lie in it.
“You can trust I will be out of your hair. You can find my resignation documents on your desk tomorrow morning”
He was too distracted in his pitiful state to respond, and maybe you preferred it. There would be no argument that way. You were both understanding and business-centric, and perhaps at the end of the day, that was all it was.
You never broke your promises to Thomas Shelby.
You were gone the next morning.
With those thoughts of treason still lingering, you knew you were going to struggle to sleep. You had to accept the money, you thought. It was another job, one to put food on the table. In and out, he wouldn't even know it was you. For all he knew, The Widow of Small Heath was just that.
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"Oh my, there's been a string of murders!" Polly exclaimed, thumb slipping to the next page of the black and white newspaper. You could practically feel a bead of sweat drip down your forehead. The first time, it had been an accident, or at least you reassured yourself that was the case. But habits died hard, especially when you indulged in the wrong crowd. "The Widow of Small Heath strikes again on an unsuspecting man on Sunday night!" she read, eyes squeezing as she focused on the words. The tabloids always seemed to dramatise the events.
Ada's gaze was cast between you and Polly with a worrying glance.
"A female killer? Get outta' here" Arthur teased, taking a seat at the round table. Polly's eyes flicked up to him, then back at her cup of tea. You smirked,
"Be careful Arthur, you could be next". Your warning was enough to startle his eyes open just a little. His head tilted and stared at you with part curiosity and amusement.
"I'd like to see her try" he quipped, folding his arms firmly across his chest.
"I think she'd win. I once knew a woman who shot her husband in cold blood because she caught him having an affair" you remarked quickly, taking the newspaper from Polly's hands to examine the photo they had added to the front cover. It was an image of an abandoned street with crime scene markers around it, sending a chill through your spine at the thought of the blood dripping ever so slowly into the sewerage.
Arthur only shook his head sadly, "Poor bloody bugger. I'm neva' marryin' a woman. Right, John boy?". He looked to his younger brother for reassurance but found none. John had only recently married his wife Esme. "Neva' mind" he dismissed.
You smiled fondly at the memory before getting back to work. According to your sources, friends in the industry, the target was to leave the brothel at exactly 11pm and enter a jet-black car. The moon hung high in the sky, fog sweeping the streets of Small Heath. You pressed your back to the cool brick of the alleyway, occasionally flicking your eyes from the end of the alleyway to your watch. Maybe you should have been nervous, dreading the actions to come, but instead, you were washed with a wave of calmness, knowing everything would go to plan.
Your watch read 10:59pm.
Drawing your gun to your side, silencer attached, you took a breath and prepared yourself. There was a perfectly sized gap between the alleyway and the road, across from which the car was parked. You watched attentively, heart pounding in your ears. The man, stubby and old, began to walk from the building, letting out a chuckle as he thanked the lady holding the door open for him.
It was now or never.
You lifted your arm, preparing to take the shot as the man continued to sway towards the car.
3.
2.
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Before you could comprehend what was happening, a hand slipped over your mouth, prompting you to cry out as your body was pulled back into the alley. There was a clatter in the commotion, gun sliding across the ground and out of sight. But there was a sense of relief as your eyes met with the familiar piercing blue ones, his finger pushed to his lip. After a moment to assure you had received the message, he apprehensively removed his gloved hand from your mouth, leaving you panting,
"Bloody hell, Thomas! I could have killed you". Tommy didn't waver, mildly shrugging, examining you in the pale moonlight. The reality faced you that the whole inquiry was a setup. You felt him drink you in with the same look he gave you all those years ago, hungry, flickering with emotions. "You set me up"
"I had to be sure"
"And go to all the trouble, hiring someone to put their life on the line?" you scolded, shaking your head.
"No, he was a stranger. Don't know 'im" He replied shortly, unphased that he had gone to the risk of killing that man if it meant he could spend a minute longer with you. Tommy wasn't one for romantic gestures, so that, however twisted it might have been, was somewhat flattering.
"For me?"
"For you." He repeated, pausing and then running his strained hands through his hair. He then took a look from side to the side, shoulders slumping in defeat. This was a side of Tommy you rarely saw in your time together, weary and tired. Even the leather of his clothing appeared faded and worn. Perhaps it was due to your change in the way you viewed Thomas. You no longer saw him in shining, golden light, but instead saw a man who was broken, trying to make his way in the world, struggling with his inner turmoil like any other person.
"I just can't stop thinking about how I fucked up. I was weak. I slipped once"
"But you did slip and managed to get her pregnant" Your response was bitter but held no hate for his child. It was not the boy's fault, children did not get to choose their parents. And you hadn't lived under a rock either, knowing well that Grace and Tommy had a falling out before they became married, as soon as Charlie was born, and Grace died shortly of tuberculosis after the end of 1920. You assumed that Tommy could not take living with a woman he never truly loved, not the same way he had loved you. Your relationship was never official, but it was official enough to know that cheating should have been off the cards.
He only continued, "We could have made it work"
You shook your head meekly, "No. I would have been in the way. The boy needed his mother
"Yes, but she is gone" His words were neither here nor there. They were not sad, nor happy about her passing. "He still needs a mother". You softened at the thought of being a mother. That was always something you had wanted with Tommy, but that dream had been snatched away by an angelic blonde. But could you fix it?
"Please. Take me back? I want to fix it". There were a lot of things Tommy Shelby was, but one thing he was not was a beggar. This came as a surprise to you, the man appearing as though he would crawl on his knees to kiss the ground you walked on. "You've seen how I am. And you still want me? You still think I would be a good mother?". This was the true test, and you could feel yourself gravitating towards him, wanting to fall into his arms once more.
Before you knew it, both you and Tommy had leant in and your lips met. You could feel his wicked grin against your smile.
"Maybe" you teased, all your worries washing away at that moment. The misdeeds of your past had disappeared, and there was only the present, a clean slate. You could only ever imagine starting a life with him. And Tommy Shelby wanted you back.
He wanted you back.
And you wanted him.
"Let me change your mind".
And he managed to keep his promise.
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(Should there be a pt. 2?? Let me know xx)
Request: yes by @jyessaminereads
Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader
Summary: Summer in Small Heath was Tommy's favorite season, mostly because it was when the woman he was in love with came around.
Warnings: language, drinking, mentions of war, slight age gap
Word Count: 3668
A/N: this request was so intriguing to write...I hope I did it justice for you. I took some inspiration from the song ‘Til Summer Comes Around’ by Keith Urban...I immediately started thinking of it from the second I read your request. Enjoy! :)
Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future stories similar to this one!
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-1902-
(Y/N) ran as fast as she could down the cobblestone street, occasionally looking over her shoulder to see if somebody was still chasing her. Then she felt the slight push of a hand against her shoulder from the opposite side of where she was looking. "Gotcha, Summer!" John Shelby's voice accompanied the touch, making the young girl gasp as she turned to face her tagger.
