I mean, she sits on my lap all the time, but…. Courtney: Are you not wearing a bra? Olivia: No! Kwami swap AU where Marinette has the cat miraculous and keeps eating cardboard terrible-miraculous-ladybug-aus. Y'all go report these accounts on twitter.. Originally posted by actors-the-best. Pushing your chair back, you quickly get up and look at your accounting papers that begin to get wet and instantly, you shriek, reaching for the papers.
Polly, with all of her glory and power lifts the teacup and puts her pinky out. She slammed back the wee bit of whiskey left in her cup before sighing. She sticks out her tongue making you grin. Spinning back around, you look at Polly and smile slyly. Polly crosses her legs and points at your desk. You do have a tendency to be quite the cluttered soul.
The door to the office swings open revealing a very handsome Thomas Shelby. You watch him, as he raises an eyebrow at you. And you only come to him when he needs to sign the big company cheques. It was the story that circulated around town that made you hold your breath around him. One snowy night years ago, while the night was quiet and everyone was asleep, Thomas ordered a few of his mutts aka Peaky Blinders Boys to ambush a minor.
A minor! The boy later died in hospital with trauma to his head, he was twelve years-old. Polly talks to him as you lower your head. You begin to walk away, heading to your desk before he calls your name. You pull yourself into your desk, ignoring him. And the leak that creates a puddle on your desk.
He stands there, engulfed in flames because all he wants to do is shake you! Nothing pisses Thomas off more than you. Knowing he should have just commanded her to obey him. No questions asked. Why is he asking so many questions damn it. You are miserable at this point, and in a huff, you get up and follow after him. You swallow, watching as he sits down at his desk. He stares at you, helplessly grinning like a child. You scratch words onto paper, gradually getting comfortable at the desk and getting back into the groove of things.
He likes your independence, how fiercely ambitious you are. For some reason you blush, unable to help it. Looking away, you can feel your palms get sweaty, you rest them in your lap, clenching your fists. So lost, and yet somehow, inviting. He places your tea down, and you thank him with a nod before proceeding with your work.
Tommy sits down, and again, his eyes settle on you. You become his entertainment before you catch him admiring you. Ya right. Tommy bites down, telling himself to calm down. He nods towards the pen that rests in your left hand.
Your eyebrows pull together in a sort of amusement. Looking around, you notice that the office is nearly empty. Turning back to Tommy, you get up to stand and walk towards the record player Polly once occupied. You fetch your favourite vinyl and play it before running your hair through your hair and reaching up to the sky with your fingertips.
The movement gives Tommy the chance to see your skirt lift, and your thighs show. He swallows, watching as you inch towards him. His eyes follow your body as you take off your glasses, and slowly, and make your way towards him.
The song is slow, and soft, and passionate, and romantic. And in that moment, all you want is a partner to share this time with. Tommy takes your hands, which are soft and small in his. He smiles, as your fingers slowly encase around his rough hand. He pulls you in with his other hand, resting comfortably on the arch of your back. As you two sway back and forth, you can sigh of relief because for once you can feel the world that sits on your shoulders collapse. Allowing you this moment. This is something you do, before lockup, you dance a little in an empty office, especially after such a long day.
Tommy melts, running his hand up your back before resting his head on yours. You can feel the hurt in his voice, which only brings you to pinching you mouth shut as you pull back to look up at him. Lost to the world, damaged. So, in a serious tone, you ask. He falls silent. Which is so much of an answer, it kills you inside. Your eyes fall shut, and you slowly pull away but he grabs you. Just for one more second. Your voice comes out aggressive, unapologetic. A successful business, a legal business.
A family who cares about you. Than I. Tommy watches in sadness, unsure of what to do. Softly, Tommy sighs, following you as you walk out. He opens the door for you, unsure of what else to do, he takes you hand. You wither away from his touch, disappearing into the dark night, the saddest part is that you can still feel his blue eyes on your body.
Following you until the darkness consumes you. Steve Rogers always loved too hard, he thought in an almost melancholy way as he felt familiar hands wrap themselves and the absentminded press of lips against his back, turning around to hug Tony properly, and his love always hurt.
Tony had come back to their small apartment sporting a black eye and gruffly muttered me and Tiberius are over and flopped down on the couch. Steve immediately grabbed a small bag of frozen peas and shoved Tony around lightly until he begrudgingly allowed Steve to tilt his chin up and press the cold pack against the bruise, hissing when it came into contact with his skin.
Has this happened before? Is this why you ended things? Just a quick? I think u are spot on is there a chance Louie's phone missing plays into what u came up with? And this being the second phone reference in as many concerts, I gotta be side eye-ing that like fuck. Hi, this scenario is gonna be based on being at a party that is celebrating with BTS. A win or something. Can be whatever! Enjoyyy : - Admin Tae. Keep reading. JavaScript is required to view this site. Log in Sign up. Most recent Most popular Most recent. Filter by post type All posts.
Grid View List View. You know how cats would bring mice to their Masters as a sign of their affection? Show more notes. Mari: What do you want from him? Black excellence. Black Beauty - Tommy Shelby Imagine. He has more time to look at her and sees bruises, from her boyfriend.