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#Modern!Tommy
peakyscillian · 1 year
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I wish you would write a Modern!Tommy being all cosy at home with his wife!!
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Pizza & Champagne.
Part of this post that I reblogged - send in a prompt & i’ll add it to my list! This is just a very tiny gift to make up for the late posting of 'Family Ties' I'm aiming for a midweek update this week!
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It's in moments like this when Y/N see’s the real Tommy, her Tommy. A day spent inside, no work, no phones just each other. 
Tommy in his most relaxed state, she wasn’t sure if anyone had ever seen him dressed in a sweatshirt and a pair of grey joggers, but she was so glad she was privileged enough to experience it. 
He was almost softer on days like these, as if the weekend spent away from his busy life had worn down the edges of him. 
She looks up as he enters the lounge, a bottle of champagne and the takeaway pizzas in hand, a smile on his face as she got up to help him “Pizza and Champagne like our first date” she hums, pressing a kiss to his cheek. 
“I know how to treat a lady” he jokes, placing the boxes on the coffee table, she passes him the champagne “Tom, we’d had a late night in the office even though we were meant to be going for a nice dinner” she giggles, as he skillfully popped the bottle open. 
“Like I said I know how to treat the ladies” he winked, handing her a glass, she took a sip letting the bubbles pop on her tongue “Well you got me so it must have worked” she smiled, curling her legs underneath herself on the sofa, settling back as Tommy dished up slices of pizza. 
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moral-terpitude · 1 year
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Manic Monday
Did I need to start something new? No. Did I? Yes. Will there be more? Surely. At some point. (I get super annoyed by the manic Monday song when it comes on the radio, but it was the only good follow up I could think of to Quiet Sunday.) (Cause I liked this modern Shelby family bunches, but I feel like their life wouldn’t be without chaos after such a good day.)
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“Tom.” Your whisper was the only noise in the darkness, but a few minutes ago you’d been pulled from sleep by a commotion down stairs.
How Tommy hadn’t been woken up by the noise coming from somewhere off in the house was a mystery. You were usually the heavy sleeper, but Charlie was still off galavanting with Finn.
Hadn’t answered the phone. Hadn’t messaged.
Which meant you had spent most of the night staring at the ceiling before sleep finally took over.
You sighed, shaking him again, words coming out in a quick hiss, “Tommy, wake up.”
He took a deep breath as he turned to face you, blue eyes reading the worried expression on your face quickly, even in the lack of light.
“What’s going on, love?”
“Just something loud downstairs.”
He was out of bed in an instant, gun drawn from the bedside table and out the door before you could say much else.
You lay there for a few minutes before you heard a scuffle. Peeking out the bedroom door you saw quite the sight.
Charlie and Finn seemed equally pissed, wobbling as Tommy tried to support Charlie with help (or lack of) from his brother.
“Are you fucking kidding me, Finn!”
You pulled the robe around you tighter, a light jog over to take his place, bare feet padding across the wooden floor, to actually assist your husband.
Finn looked away, leaning against the bannister as the three of you made your way down the hall to Charlie’s room.
His blonde hair fell in his face as he tried to avoid Tommy’s gaze, sitting on the bed with his head in his hands.
“Feel like shit already, eh?”
“Dad,” Charlie groaned, that being the last you heard out of him before you made your way back to the landing.
“Downstairs.” You passed by him, not bothering to wait to make sure he listened, he knew better than to not follow, “Now.”
He grumbled, but followed behind you, knowing he was in for a good reaming.
“I can’t believe you,” he took the stairs two at a time to keep up with you as you stood in the entryway, fishing the pack of Marlboro lights out of your coat pocket, “it would be different if it was the first time, Finn—“
“C’mon, Y/N, he’s not a kid anymore—“
“Yes, Finn, he is!” You lit the cigarette, glancing up at the full moon and taking a long drag before toeing open the front door, “I know that your life, and the things you’ve all seen, was a lot different growing up, but he is fifteen!”
He looked away, slumping against the wall with a huff, arms crossed.
“Charlie is a good kid!”
“Finn!” Tommy’s voice bellowed down the stairs, preceding his presence (now dressed in more than just his underwear), and interrupted your tirade before you could continue.
You stayed in the door frame, blowing the smoke outside as Tommy rounded the corner. Anger taking the form of heat rising in your neck as you tried to take a deep breath and calm yourself.
“Was he into the fucking coke?”
Finn started to shake his head, glancing sideways at you before looking back at Tommy. “I don’t know,” he shrugged, words still a bit slurred, “I went off for a little bit. I think he’s just tanked.”
Tommy locked eyes with you, and unfortunately you mimicked Finn’s shrug as he huffed his way back up the stairs.
“He is a good kid,” you continued, discarding the cigarette but out into the gravel drive and lighting another before glancing up at the clock, hands pointed at 3:45, and running a hand through your hair, “and he has set himself up on a good path in school, his extracurriculars are all in order, and not that we need it but he is looking at one hell of a scholarship if he can keep his grades where they are. I know it’s summer,” you sighed, “but I can’t keep having you bring my boy—“
He scoffed, “That’s part of the fucking problem, Y/N! He’s a Shelby! He’s not your boy!”
His voice came out in a roar that immediately had you taken aback, heart trembling and sinking into your stomach before you caught his gaze.
Blinking twice, you took a deep, shuddering, breath, “Go the fuck upstairs and go to bed, Finn.”
“Y/N—“
“No. Don’t you dare try to fucking apologize to me now.”
Tears stung in the corner of your eyes as you brushed past him, smoke rolling along with you as you made your way through the hall and down into the kitchen.
The coffee maker hissed to life as you leaned on your elbows in front of it, swiping tears from under your eyes every 30 seconds or so.
He’s not your boy.
The words rang in your ears painfully as you heard approaching footsteps.
“Staying up?”
You sighed, turning and leaning against the counter, eyes roaming the white tiles all up the walls as you continued viscously chewing the inside of your lip and Tommy assed your state.
You had thought about finding the bag of crisps when you went down there, but by the time the words actually sank in, you realized nothing sounded good anymore.
“Yeah, I figured,” you sniffled, turning away to pull two cups out of the cupboards, “I have a lot to catch up on, I need to find vendors and source donations for that benefit, the women’s shelter—“
“Love, what happened?”
Your shoulders relaxed as he wrapped his arms around your waist, featherlight kisses pressed into the crook of your neck.
Sometimes you hated that he knew what made you tick.
A long sigh passed between your lips, weighing your words before you spoke.
“Hm?” He prodded, rocking you both back and forth as you shrugged.
“Just another reminder of—“ that I’m not able to hold a candle to your dead wife? No, there was no good that was going to come from the rest of that sentence. Instead, you shook your head, stopping the sentence, pouring coffee in both of the cups, “I know I’m not Charlie’s mother—“
“Who said?”
“Tommy,” you shrugged him off of you, turning to face him, safe and close in the space between him and the counter, “I just, for once, wish what goes on in our household could stay in our little bubble.”
He tried to search your face for the answer to his question as you relinquished one of the mugs to him. You knew you probably weren’t making sense.
“Finn, reminded me, when I was giving him hell, that Charlie isn’t my boy.” You nodded.
“He’s just pissed out of his mind, hurling his guts into the bowl in the hall bathroom right now.”
“Like that’s an excuse.” You shot back, heading to leave the kitchen as he reached for you again.
“No,” you shook your head, picking the still burning cigarette off the tea saucer you’d grabbed from the sink, “you’re not going to manage to fuck your way out of that one. I know I’m not a Shelby by blood, but god damn Tommy, you always manage to explain away their shit and I’m getting sick of it.”
You shook your head, letting the cigarette hang from your mouth like he would usually do while he worked.
“We even had a good day today, too.”
You heard the whispered “fuck” as you meandered your way through the house, slamming the heavy wooden door to your office behind you.
The only person you felt bad that it might have woken woken up was Frances. Bless her.
She needed a raise for putting up with all of you.
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notyour-valentine · 1 year
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Hello Val! I’d love to send you a request for your 1000 celebration (congrats again! 🥂)
I’d like to go with a blurb for modern!Tommy and the following prompt: “It is a common phenomenon that just the prettiest girls find it so difficult to get a man.”
Thanks ❤️
The Prettiest Girls ~ modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader (Fluff)
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[Celebration] [Celebration Masterlist] [Masterlist]
Warning: Mention of sexism in society, patriarchy, some swearing (18/21+). I do not consent to my work being translated, copied or posted elsewhere on this platform or any other.
Words: 1480 words
“Oi!”, she snapped as Tommy reached for the packet of still warm falafels and pulled them towards him without even sparing her a glance. 
“Those are mine!”, she hissed, snatching them right back.  For that, she had to get up and lean all over the polished black chrome table.
His head shot up and he glared at her with nothing but annoyance and impatience - as if she had insulted him.
“Seriously?”, he hissed, “You drink and eat here for free, the least you can do is give some of me own fucking food!”
“It’s not your food!”, Ada reminded him. “Its from that new vegan place around the corner.”
“We’ve got vegan food!”, Arthur argued, always quick to defend his establishment. “Chips and sweet potato chips and salad, I think?”
“If I eat nothing but chips all the time, I will break out worse than a freshers flu!”, she argued, dipping another one of her deliciously crispy fried falafels into the hummus. 
This was becoming a weekly thing, actually it was becoming almost normalcy. Ever since the Shelbys had moved into London too, it was more than convenient for her and Ada to spend their evenings here. Groceries was expensive and here they could practically drink them dry and even if they ordered food more to their taste, they could put it on Arthur’s tab. 
He didn’t mind in the slightest, not when it came to his sister and their childhood friend. 
Usually it was actually quite fun, with John in town too and Tommy actually having time to join them for a change, or so they had thought. 
But instead of a few rounds and some fun stories for old times sake, he was sitting in the corner of the private room, hacking away at his phone with such ferocity, she could have sworn he must’ve drilled holes into it by now. 
Always busy. Always occupied. 
As if that wasn’t enough, he cleared his throat and swiped. 
“Yes?”, he demanded to know, bringing his phone to his ear. “Is he for real now?”, Ada demanded to know as Tommy began to have a full on conversation with no regard to them and their talk. 
“Oi, at least put it on speaker!”, she offered with a chuckle. 
He threw daggers at her and got up, but on his way out, he swiped the bag with the remaining four falafels from the table. 
“Hey!”, she argued, but the door only fell shut, separating her from the rest of her dinner.
“Arrogant git.”, she hissed. 
“Don’t be harsh on him, love!”, Arthur insisted. “He’s busy with the business.”
She only shrugged. 
It was bothering her more than it should. She had left Birmingham to go to college, and had moved in with Ada so that they could share the costs. Then, before long, Tommy had bought them not only a house but a car, not that they needed it in central London, but it was nice to have.
She had thought him buying a house would mean he was around a bit more, but no. 
Only once had she passed him in the hall when he had been on his way out, and he had greeted her with a small smile and a meaningless “All good?”, but he was already on the run.
She missed Birmingham, she missed them all, but with Tommy it felt like the only place she yet held in his life was on a list of expenses - and that stung. 
But what was there to be done?
Tommy was his own man and she was her own woman. Besides, she was his little sister’s friend, hardly anyone of much importance in the busy life of Mr. Thomas Shelby. 
She still had Ada, and Arthur and John, so she needn’t mourn too much. 
Ada of course, had decided to enrol in the same university as she had, taking on Sociology, Politics and Gender Studies all in one go.
She was well suited for it and burned to share her knowledge with her, and now her brothers too. 
While (Y/N) could only contribute anecdotal evidence, they were certainly in agreement of many things. Especially in regards to the differences between men and women in society. 
And before long they were on a roll, with John blushing and Arthur paling with every word. The door behind her clicked open again, as Tommy returned - without her falafels. 
Jackass. 
But that didn’t stop her from making her point.
“Women constantly get underestimated and reduced to their looks.”, she insisted, throwing her hands in the air. “It is just so exhausting!”
Ada nodded ceremoniously, impatient to get her own point in. 
 “Did you know Marilyn Monroe was actually really smart?”, she asked.
“If she was so smart why did she stand over that subway vent and have them take pictures up her skirt?”, John asked. 
“That was for a movie!”, Ada hissed, glaring at her brother. 
“Speaking of movie stars - everytime you turn on music in your car, that’s due to Hedy Lamar - the one with the stars.”, she insisted, waving around the back of her head. “She invented Bluetooth, or rather the technology behind it.”
“So far more than looks- but history remembers them as pretty!”
Ada said the word as if it was a slur, or at least a taint. 
“Anyway, back to the original problem. Women get reduced due to their looks so much that it impacts every aspects of their lives!”
“But isn’t that also a good thing?”, John asked. “I mean, there is pretty privilege, right?”
That made her stomach coil. 
“Wanting to sleep with someone isn’t the same as listening or valuing them!”, she snarled, considering if she should try to aim for his shin under the table. 
“Besides,”, Ada added, “most men are intimidated by both attractive and intellectual women. Combine the two and 99% of men run to the hills.”
She leaned back and sighed in dramatic fashion, giving her a lamenting look. “It is a common phenomenon that just the prettiest girls find it so difficult to get a man, one who is not intimidated or even fells insulted.”
“My words exactly!”, she added with a nod. 
Across the table, Tommy scoffed. 
“You got something to say?”, Ada hissed, as always ready for a fight, especially with her favourite sparring partner. 
She loved to argue, but arguing with Tommy was the rarest and most favoured pastimes for her. 
And he didn’t care to back down from a fight and so met his sister’s gaze with that barely-there knowing smirk of his, as if the universe had laid bare all the secrets it contained in front of him and him alone. 
“Maybe.”
“Maybe?”, Ada asked, “Go on then.”
He shrugged in dismissal once more.
“I think you’re making things too complicated.”
“We? We are making things too complicated?”
Ada’s cheeks began to flush and she could practically see the speech beginning to form. 
“Yes. I’m not exactly saying that society’s perfect but it’s not the cause of everyone’s problems.”
“It kind of is, though!”, Arthur argued.
Tommy shot him a dark glare, all playfulness he had in his eyes when he had faced Ada gone at the sight of his brother’s betrayal. 
“If (Y/N) can’t find a man, it’s hardly the patriarchy’s fault. Perhaps she’s just looking in the wrong places.”
She choked on her drink, feeling the liquid climb up to her nose as she coughed, barely managing to cover her mouth with a napkin as Arthur hit her back. 
“Wait what?”, Ada asked, staring at her brother in utter disbelief.
“When did this discussion become about me?”, (Y/N) managed to croak out, her eyes burning. 
“Yeah, what are you on about, Tommy?”, John demanded to know, before his face split into a wide grin. “Hang on-”
“Shut up!”, Tommy hissed, as his ears began to turn red. “I must’ve misheard, alright. Nothing to get stuck up on.”
He fidgeted with his cufflinks. 
John threw his head back in laughter and even Ada giggled.
“Did he just call me pretty?”, (Y/N) asked, bracing her elbows on the table as she leaned forward, having recovered from her drink mishap. 
“Pretty and intellectual!”, Arthur added for formalities sake, earning more throaty chuckles and giggles, as Tommy’s ears turned the shade of ripe tomatoes. One could even see the colour sneak up his neck. 
“What do you want me to say?”, Tommy hissed, “You’re not ugly, are you?”
His anger only made her giggle more as she leaned back. “I should put that on a t-shirt.”, she suggested with a smirk. 
“We could start a clothing line, make it Shelby Company Limited official and Tommy can write off a bit of tax, that would be nice, wouldn’t it, Tom?”, Ada teased, giving her brother a playful shove. He was hacking away at his phone again, pretending he didn’t hear, while his ears seemed to glow so brightly they couldn’t have lit the entire room on their own.
End.
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zablife · 9 months
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Misadventures
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Modern!Tommy moodboard inspired by the incredible series Misadventures by the talented @moral-terpitude.
“She loved waking up in the morning with him when the world was still black and white."
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cillmequick · 1 year
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I forgot that I meant to make this for the story I posted earlier but I had a little quiet moment so here you are - a bonus Christmas present! 🎄
Operation Christmas Tree - Moodboard
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He dropped his lips to hers. “It’s our first Christmas living together, I want it to be perfect,” he said, echoing her words
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sp0o0kylights · 6 months
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I saw a video today that said, “It’s very uncomfortable as an adult when your friend starts to date somebody who sucks, and you’re all looking at each other going ‘Guys, if this is the person who makes them happy…I think collectively as a unit we can agree that we would rather see them sad. So what's the plan?’” 
And immediately went: modern Steddie AU were Steve dates his high school friend Tommy and everyone is tearing their hair out over how awful he’s being treated. 
Ft. the Party, led by Dustin, hounding Eddie “I could get a man in a SECOND, I just CHOOSE not to date” Munson for help
However:
Eddie is mostly thinking the entire thing is a joke (King Steve and Tommy Hagan? Gay? Together?? Nice try Henderson.) until he runs into Robin. She laments that yeah, they’re bi, but more importantly, Tommy is fucking awful and Steve refuses to see it. 
2. Eddie, maybe, kind of, still has a crush on Steve ("Stop laughing Gareth, everyone has--had! Had a crush on him!") and the guy was never THAT bad in high school---but Tommy Hagan definitely was and a little revenge would be fun.
and finally;
3. Instead of going with the kids' well intentioned but very misguided “Let’s get Eddie to Steal Steve” plan, Eddie meets up with the Robin/Nancy/Jonathan/Argyle/Chrissy dream team to figure out how to prove to Steve that Tommy is horrible. 
Bonus: Robin and Nancy come up with a full proof multi step plan that involves Eddie pissing off Tommy in ways that look completely innocent. The hope is that Steve will see how controlling and unreasonable Tommy is, and break it off.
This hurts no one and just highlights to Steve Tommy's behavior.
Of course, Eddie goes off the rails immediately upon meeting Steve.
Instead of following The Plan, he, with the kids permission and help, gets Tommy to get blow up about THEM.
This is far more successful.
Bonus x2: A large amount of shenanigan's with the kids vs Tommy are involved. As is a scene were Steve breaks down and admits he knows Tommy is terrible, but Tommy puts up with him and Steve "knows how he is."
Eddie goes home, prints out a picture of Tommy and throws cheap ren fair daggers at it for at least three solid hours while he tries to think up ways to prove to Steve Harrington that his parents are wrong, hes very lovable actually.
In fact Eddie would very much like a shot at trying it out, thanks!
(It is also, inevitably, successful.)
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look-at-the-soul · 13 days
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Endless love
(Modern) Tommy Shelby x reader
✨ I wrote this for @justrainandcoffee Alfieversary! My dearest Flor who knew fanfiction and Peaky Blinders would cross our paths! Thank you for always being so kind and generous-and talented!-, becoming mutuals here for a short time and somehow it feels as if we knew each other in person. Cheers to many, many more Alfieversaries!
Summary: Y/N is “forced” to leave her husband and baby for the weekend, so join Tommy to sort parenthood by himself for a couple of days. How will he deal with everything? Including a fussy baby.
Word count: 2.5K
A/N: we know I try to make moodboards right? 🤭
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“Okay, erm so there’s milk storage enough.” Y/N mumbled, taking one more look around the bedroom. “Emma’s nappies are in the first drawer, keep her bunny close to-“
“Her face, I know.” Tommy produced a small chuckle, trying hard not to roll his eyes as he had already heard his wife’s instructions for almost a week. “Love, just leave that there, take a deep breath and have a margarita for me, we’ll be fine.”
Looking down at his six-month old he found her big beautiful eyes staring at him.
Y/N blinked nervously, this was the first trip away from Emma, it’s was a natural thing to be nervous.
“I can’t drink a margarita, remember?” She pointed at her breasts for a clearer message. Although she really wanted one.
This was actually her first real going out in a long time, somehow her life had been turned upside down full of baby trips to the doctor’s appointments, quick trips to get the groceries, restless nights of feedings. Thats why when Tommy insisted she should make the trip with Rose and the girls, she thought it would be a good idea to have a little time to herself.
But suddenly, her phone started ringing and loads of messages arrived simultaneously.
“Are you su-“
Tommy cut his wife’s words. “Yes, now go before Rose comes up to take you.”
Y/N gave Tommy a worried look, she couldn’t help it.
“Say goodbye to mama,” he waved Emma’s little hand. “Buh-bye mam!” He imitated a childish voice.
Y/N felt her heart clenching inside her chest when she kissed her daughter’s chubby cheeks.
“If you need anything just call and I’ll be back.” She rushed to say before kissing Tommy’s lips. Stepping out of their home, she blew them a kiss.
Tommy finally felt confident enough to release the air he had been holding. He was beyond nervous for not having his wife around whilst taking care of their baby, he was actually panicking to do anything wrong.
As Tommy closed the door he saw Emma’s lip quiver and a second later, she let out a big cry.
“Oh no, no darling don’t cry.” Tommy tried to soothe her. Small legs kicking with such force that made him think of a small tornado. “It’s alright, mama will be back in a couple of days…” he mumbled tried to get his daughter to settle.
His phone started buzzing in his pocket, he tried to rock Emma, but her cries became louder. Pressing the green button so fast that he didn’t look at the name on the screen.
“‘Lo?”
“Is Emma alright? I heard her crying.”
Tommy gasped. “Yes, of course, it’s the television… there’s a baby crying.” He lied.
He noticed Y/N’s hesitation so he rushed to assure her everything was fine and encouraged her to have a great time with her friends. Then, Tommy searched the channel with calm music Y/N used to rock Emma to sleep, in an attempt to settle his baby.
“How can a little thing like you cry so loud?” Tommy sighed defeated. He was one step from giving up. “I don’t know how your mama does it.”
He had tried everything, absolutely everything. And nothing seemed to work.
Was his baby sick? Hurting?
“What is it baby girl?” He wiped away the tears from her eyes, long lashes wet, chubby cheeks red from the intensity of her cries.
A sudden flashback appeared on his mind and with long strides, he walked into their bedroom hoping to find Emma’s bunny in its place. It had been a birth gift by Rose, and his daughter didn’t seem to like anything else.
“Look… here’s your bunny.” He tried tickling her cheeks. “And let’s take Mummy’s blanket alright?”
Tommy felt on the brick of desperation, was he really a useless father? One who couldn’t make his daughter stop crying?
His heart was aching.
Tommy wondered how would they survive for the entire weekend without Y/N. He started seriously doubting his parental skills in that moment.
Wrapping his baby in Y/N’s blanket seemed to bring some comfort for his baby. Groaning he covered his face with one of the thin cloths they used to go outside, it was small piece that only covered his features partially but then he heard a small giggle and a raspberry from Emma.
Startled, he removed the sheet from his face and looked down at what was making her giggle.
“You liked your silly daddy?” He asked mimicking a ridiculous voice.
He tried the trick once more.
And to his surprise, Emma giggled again, there was a bit of droll on her chin, big blue eyes sparkling just for him.
“You like Mr. Napkin?!” He asked in disbelief. “Yes you do!”
Getting up, he got a larger napkin from the kitchen and after covering his face again, but he added his glasses.
“Mr. Napkin needs help to see.” He repeated what it seemed like the best acting performance ever. “Oh! I see a beautiful happy little girl.” He turned to face his baby laying in one of his arms.
Emma laughed uncontrollably and kicked her legs happily.
“You know what? Mr. Napkin needs a smoke.” He announced, producing a cigarette from its case. But once he added it to his performance, he noticed a small pout. “Oh no, no… that’s a bad habit, don’t do it.”
Once he got his little girl to settle again, he sighed relieved when he saw the big yawn she offered.
“Mr. Napkin would like a nap too.”
But before he could close his eyes, his phone started ringing and the sound woke his daughter up.
“Shit. Alfie what do you want?”
“Just making sure you’re in one piece still… heard the Misus are having the time of their lives.” Alfie announced.
“I know you’re miserable when Rose is away, but I’m busy here mate.”
“That’s exactly why I was calling, to offer some child support.”
Tommy snorted. “Alfie the last thing I want is you taking care of my daughter.”
Alfie didn’t took that personally, he knew as a matter of fact that he had the opposite effect in Tommy’s daughter. “When will you finally admit your daughter likes me?”
“She likes pulling at you beard and your dog.”
“Look we both know you’re going to make the girls come back earlier from their trip and the least thing I need is having Rosie mad at me at your fault, so meet me and Cyril at the beach.”
“That sounds like an awful idea.”
“See ya.”
The actual plan worked like wonders, Emma was thrilled to spend time with Cyril, because being honest, he got all protective over Emma, and despite his size he acted like a cotton ball, bringing her sticks. But Tommy wasn’t going to admit that out loud.
Of course Alfie teased him endlessly for acting over protective towards the baby just because he made sure his daughter wouldn’t suffer damage from the sun. Or any kind of damage for that matter.
“What are cha gonna do when your little pumpkin starts messing around with boys and-“
Tommy gave him a death stare.
“Wha? You can’t keep her locked mate…” Alfie pointed out as the girl grabbed some sand in her small fist.
“That’s not going to happen.” Tommy answered with a clenched jaw.
Just the mere thought of it, made his insides twist.
And to Alfie, to have the chance to tease Tommy it was like the cherry on top, it was something he wasn’t going to let it pass.
By the time they went back to their apartment, Emma was sound asleep in the back seat.
After changing his baby girl into a pajama set, Tommy walked around the place to set the alarm and taking the remote, he turned off the lights.
To his surprise, he got a message from his wife.
Missing you both like crazy! xx
We missed you too, Emma was thrilled to take a little trip to the beach xx - he replied.
Almost immediately, his phone started ringing and the photo of his wife holding their baby appeared on the screen.
“I know I said I wasn’t going to disturb you, but…” her sweet voice made him smile.
“‘S alright, I was just getting ready to sleep.”
“But it’s still early.” Y/N pointed out turning around to look the hour.
“I am exhausted.” He dragged the words.
Turning the call into video, Y/N noticed the bags under his eyes. The dim light cascading over his cheekbones.
“Looks like someone’s having the time of her life.” He complimented.
“We had a massage and I ordered a virgin cocktail.”
Tommy shook his head. “No booze? What’s the fun in that?”
“Stop temping me.” Y/N pouted. “I’ll let you’ve some rest, tomorrow it’s going to be a long day.”
Tommy yawned and wished his wife a good night.
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A babbling sound make him open his eyes asTommy tried to fix his blurred vision.
Groaning, he got up. “Morning, sunshine.” He kissed the top of her head as he pulled her against his chest and went back to bed.
Instinctively, Emma started nibbling his nipple.
“Oh sweetie, you won’t find anything there.” Tommy explained with a chuckle.
But Emma wasn’t in the mood and a round of loud cries started right away.
“I get it, the milk provider is moving right away, give me a sec.” He got up and carried his baby towards the kitchen, to prepare the bottle for her. A few minutes later, Emma was sucking happily.
“Such a drama queen eh?” He stared at her soft features. Wondering what life had in store for her. “What do you wanna do today? We can go to the park, or the pub bet your uncles would love to see you.” He proposed as his baby was focused on her milk. That way he could get some help because everyone in his family adored his daughter.
Despite his wealth, Y/N refused hiring a nanny. She was adamant to be in charge of everything related to their daughter. And being completely honest with himself, he was grateful for being able to spend quality time with his first born, Y/N deserved all the credit for that, she helped him feel comfortable by giving his daughter a warm bath and helping as much as he could, being a present father.
She had already threatened him to include a hairstyle masterclass so he could learn to do braids and pigtails.
After a quick bath for him and another one for his daughter. He felt proud of managing to put an asthetic outfit for Emma, he actually went safe with clear colors God forbid that one time he changed her into a set that didn’t match, Y/N scolded and teased him endlessly. As Tommy was looking in one of the drawers for a clean sheet so he could place his baby on the floor, he found a small box where Y/N kept a bunch of things she said that were useless but you might need some day. The thought made him chuckle, but a sharp movement opened the lid and its content fell to the floor.
That’s when he saw something that caught his attention.
A playful smile spread on his lips and he rushed to the living room to set everything.
It took him a while to carry on with his idea, but once he was finished, he stood there proudly to admire his creation, the smile on his daughter’s face told him he did a good job. Oh, the things he’d do for that little Miss Sunshine. She had him wrapped around her little finger.
Snapping a photo, he pressed a few buttons to send it to his wife.
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“What is that?!” Y/N asked raising her voice, excitement was evident.
Tommy’s chest expanded proudly as he looked at his mini-me in awe. “She’s being giggling nonstop.”
“This is the best idea ever!” Y/N sounded surprised, so he was still able to be one step ahead.
“Cheapest trick to keep her busy.” Tommy added, sending the photo to the Shelby’s chat group.
“I can’t wait to go back home.” He knew being away wasn’t easy for her, specially because she was so attached to Emma.
“The day will fly by and you’ll be back before you know it.” He tried to cheer her up. His eyes darting back to his daughter, still amazed by the balloons.
“Look at you, I leave you for a couple of days and you win the award parent of the year.”
“That’s what you get for abandoning us.” He joked.
“Hey!” Tommy heard Rose’s voice in the background. “Only emergencies! Is Tommy missing an arm?” He heard some weird noise and then she spoke clearly. “I hope you’re taking good care of Emma.”
“Of course.” He wasn’t sure if he should be more scared of his wife or Rose.
“Good, then were stealing your wife for another day and we’re already planning the next trip.” She warned, and this time around, it was Y/N turn in the background saying that she didn’t want to be away from her daughter again.
“Have a fabulous day, I gotta change a stinky nappy.”
Ending the call, he decided to order some food, the last thing on his mind at the moment was to prepare something. At least he got a great deal by keeping his daughter busy with the balloons and that granted him a few minutes to stand outside in the balcony to smoke a cigarette while keeping an eye on his baby.
And the rest of his day went just like that between naps, babbling and the little sounds his daughter made. Later he’d pick a book to read to her.
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Sunday finally arrived and after driving for a couple of hours, the girls left her by the apartment lobby first, so she made the trip to her floor quietly and since she didn’t tell Tommy what time they were coming back, she took the chance to surprise him.
He didn’t know, but she had been watching him in the baby monitor app on her phone. As a matter of fact her heart felt full last night when she realized her baby wouldn’t settle and after a couple of minutes, she saw Tommy getting up from the bed and climbing the crib -big enough to fit him-, to sleep with his baby.
She knew he was the best father their daughter could have.
And another proof was that moment while he was feeding Emma and he started singing a Romani song and ever so gently he explained their baby he came from gypsies and she too, had gypsy blood running in her veins. Y/N wanted to bottle the two of them along with those moments that made her confirm her deep love for that man.
But Y/N was the surprised one when she stepped into her apartment and found Tommy sleeping on the couch with Emma lying on his chest fast asleep, his arm wrapped around her back protectively. Her small hand closed in a tight fist over her bunny’s ear.
The image was instantly tattooed in her heart as a lifetime memory.
And she knew, her heart was full and that this was an endless love.
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cod-dump · 6 months
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Brother (teen!ghost au)
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Teen!Gaz: *minding his busy in class*
Teen!Soap: *pops up from the floor beside him*
Teen!Soap: KYLE
Teen!Gaz: *screams and throws his pencil*
Teacher: Mr. Price! This is study hall, not recess! Keep it down!
Teen!Gaz: Sorry, Miss G… *whispering* What the fuck, Johnny?!
Teen!Soap, sliding into the desk in front of Teen!Gaz: Who was that guy at your house yesterday?! He looked like Simon but had dark hair!
Teen!Gaz: … were you watching us-?
Teen!Soap: Doesn’t matter- Who was that?!
Teen!Gaz: That was Tommy, Si’s bio brother. He comes over sometimes to spend time with Si
Teen!Soap: His bio brother? They’re in contact?
Teen!Gaz: Yea. Si still talks with his mom, too. They come over for holidays
Teen!Soap: Whoa… I didn’t know any of that. I didn’t even know he had a relationship with his bio family
Teen!Gaz: Only with his brother and mom. Everyone else is, uh, not worth his time… Tommy will be here for the weekend… if you wanna meet him
Teen!Soap: Would that be okay?
Teen!Gaz: Eh, bring Kim with you and we’ll have a sleepover. Dad won’t care and Tommy is pretty chill and won’t mind. Gotta have a good relationship with the in-laws
Teen!Soap: K-Kyle-!
Teen!Gaz: *laughs*
Teacher: Boys! Keep it down!
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runnning-outof-time · 8 months
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Beach Day | Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader
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Request: no - but encouraged by @holacia3 with this ask
Pairing: Modern!Tommy Shelby x reader
Summary: (Y/N) manages to pull Tommy out of the office so that they can go on a trip. Once at their destination, they waste no time and have a much needed beach day. Or: Tommy forgets everything the second he sees (Y/N) wearing his shirt.
Warnings: language, some suggestive sentences
Word Count: 3332
A/N: this one’s probably going to flop, but I’m happy that I managed to finish it amidst the bout of writer’s block I’ve been experiencing. It was the other option on the poll I ran a few weeks ago. I haven’t got to take a trip to the beach this summer, so I decided to write about it instead. Enjoy! :)
A/N 2: this will be the last story posted in July … I’m going on a trip with my family next week and most likely won’t have any major time to write the other requests. I’m hoping that maybe I’ll be able to write and share some of the blurbs that I’ve got in my asks, but big stories have been halted until August.
PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!
Comment/Message me if you’d like to be tagged in future stories like this one!
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"...and you can't argue with me because I've already packed your bags," (Y/N) ended her pitch in an assured tone, setting her confident gaze on her fiancé, who was sitting across from her...at his desk, of course.
Tommy opened his mouth to speak, but the door to the office opening stopped him. Both he and (Y/N) looked over to it to find Polly entering the room. "I'm going to need you to hand over your diary," she said, walking right over to the desk, extending her hand towards her nephew when she stopped in front of it.
"I'm guessing you got her in on this?" Tommy asked (Y/N), his eyebrows raised as he looked between both women.
"I did," (Y/N) nodded in an assured manner, a tight-lipped grin present on her face, "and you're not getting out of it."
"Everything's been handled. Go take a break, Thomas," Polly added, moving her fingers then to remind him that she was going to need his diary.
"So it's been settled then, eh?" he looked at (Y/N) again.
"It has been," she answered him, a victorious smile present on her face, "give her the diary, Tommy."
"If I must," he sighed dramatically as he picked it up from his desk and handed it over to his aunt, making a big deal over it. Inside he was glad that (Y/N) had planned this out...he'd been working tirelessly on the business' latest expansion and hardly had a moment to breathe, but yet he wasn't going to stop and take one for himself. (Y/N) realized that and took it upon herself to plan the forced holiday.
"You must," (Y/N) stayed stern on her point, although the smile she was wearing was full on her face now. Tommy took one more look at his fiancée and couldn't stop the smile from forming on his face. There was not a doubt in his mind that he was ready to relax with her.
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By that time the next day, Tommy and (Y/N) found themselves checked into a private resort that sat right off of a beautiful beach.
After unpacking their luggage, Tommy made his way out to the living area of the suite they were staying in with the intention of checking in on how things were back at home. He was thankful that this resort had high-speed internet, because he couldn't stand to be disconnected for too long. The flight to the resort was already pushing the limits...nothing would connect in that damned airport.
It seemed as though (Y/N) had other ideas of what they should be doing next. She exited the bedroom the second he'd gotten comfortable on one of the couches. Taking one look at Tommy made her audibly sigh and drop her hand to hit against her thigh, the sound of it making him look up from the screen.
He immediately noted that she had changed. Her comfortable airport attire had been switched for a swimsuit and a loose, practically see through dress that she was using as a cover-up. A pair of sunglasses rested atop her head and flip-flops covered her feet. How she managed to get changed so fast completely perplexed him.
"You're back to thinking of work already?" she commented, a bit of an exasperated look filling her features.
"You know how I like to check on things," he stated, defending himself as he shrugged his shoulders slightly.
"I do know, but we're on holiday, Tommy," she pointed out.
"Yeah, but we just got here."
"Yeah...and I'm already ready to go down to the beach."
"I noticed that."
"Tommy..." (Y/N) sighed, a frown forming on her lips. She held her gaze on him for a moment, watching and waiting for him to say something, before continuing to speak when silence persisted. "I'm going to throw your bloody phone in the ocean if this is how this week's going to play out," she threatened him, her voice holding a more serious tone than it had before.
"Just let me do it now," he bargained with her, "I didn't know we were going to get into things so soon."
(Y/N) pursed her lips as she thought about his suggestion. She finally responded after letting silence hang in the air for a few moments, "fine. You can do it now, but please don't let it become a habit, ok? This was meant to take you away from work," she laid out her stipulations.
"Fair enough. I'll curb it for the rest of the week," he agreed to her counter-offer, nodding his head to seal the deal.
"Good," she nodded in response to his statement. A few beats of silence passed before she spoke again, "I'm going to go down to the pool and wait for you, ok?" she told him her plan.
"Ok," he agreed, watching her as she walked over to where he was sitting. "Look beautiful, baby," he couldn't resist giving her a compliment, his eyes running over her body.
"Thanks, Tommy," she smiled at him, her stomach filling with butterflies as she leaned down to press a kiss to his lips. "Don't be up here too long, hmm?" she mumbled against his lips after pulling away.
"I won't," he promised her, feeling her smile against his lips before they shared one more kiss. (Y/N) stood upright again, smiling and nodding at him once more before she moved back over the island that broke up the kitchen and living space.
"You know where to find me," she told him while making sure that her tote bag was filled with the essentials: beach towel, sun tan lotion, hotel room key, and, of course, her latest book. She looked over to him, watching as he nodded one last time, before she made her way to the door of the suite.
There weren't many people sitting by the pool, so (Y/N) was able to find an open lounge pretty quickly. She set her bag down next to the chair and then relaxed back against it. The ocean's waves could be heard from where she was, and the calming sound of them made her shut her eyes and take a deep breath. It was good to finally be able to take some time and actually relax.
As a senior member of the Shelby Company Ltd.'s marketing team, she was working just as much as Tommy was. Always coming up with new ways of advertising; always keeping up with the different avenues Tommy was taking the company down. It was tedious and time consuming, sure, but she wouldn't have it any other way...the job was how she met her fiancé, three years ago.
With both of their busy schedules, neither really had the time to take a moment and relax...until (Y/N) made a point to now. She was thankful for this trip, and she was sure that Tommy was, too.
Some time passed as she sat, relaxing on the pool lounge. She wasn't sure how long she'd been out there; she wasn't really keeping time as she switched between laying with her eyes closed and watching the other people meander about the pool area.
Luckily she was doing some people watching when Tommy came walking down the stairs and into the pool area of the resort. She spotted him as he was descending the steps, and immediately noticed that he'd changed into his beachwear. The white t-shirt and jeans he'd worn while traveling was now swapped for a pair of gray board shorts and a baby blue linen button down shirt. She couldn't help but stare at him as he walked across the area to get to where she was lounging.
"Ready to go down to the water?" he asked as he stopped in front of her lounge.
"I see you're finally finished with your work," (Y/N) commented, pulling her sunglasses down slightly to peer up at him.
He chuckled at her statement, shaking his head slightly as he looked out to the ocean, "yeah, and it's finished for the rest of the trip."
"If you say so," she brushed off the topic as she sat up on the lounge, collecting her bag and making sure that she had everything she'd come down with. "Let's go down to the beach," she said with a smile as she stood next to him. Tommy nodded his head before allowing her to lead the way to the gate that separated the pool area from the private beach that the resort offered.
The beach was beautiful. The sand was soft, and the breeze coming off of the waves made the hot rays of the sun not burn so bad. One of the perks of the resort having a private beach was the fact that there weren't many people inhabiting it.
(Y/N) and Tommy quickly found a spot to set their things down. (Y/N) made sure that the beach blanket Tommy had brought with him (because she'd forgotten it in the room) was laid out underneath one of the umbrellas the resort had set up. She set the bag down on it before kicking off her flip-flops and lifting the cover-up from her body.
"Let's go down to the water," she excitedly said, flashing a look in Tommy's direction before she took off towards the waves.
"You're not even gonna wait for me," he responded, moreso to himself than anyone, a smile forming on his face as he shook his head. He could easily tell how much she was already enjoying this holiday, and he was so thankful that she'd planned it for them. It took him a few moments to undo his button down and set it into the bag before he too kicked off his flip-flops and began walking down to the water.
He approached (Y/N), who was standing facing the waves, and wasted no time wrapping his arms around her midsection. His actions made her shriek at first, but she sunk into his embrace in seconds. "Isn't it beautiful?" she asked him, swaying slightly along with him.
"It is," he mused, resting the side of his head against hers as they looked out at the waves. "The water's not too cold either."
"It's not," she agreed, her hands coming up to sit on his forearms, "let's go in," she said then, tapping his arms to let him know she wanted to be released. He obliged, and she took his hand to lead him out deeper in the water.
They made their way out to where the water reached their waists, stopping there even though Tommy thought that they could go out a little bit further. (Y/N) protested his suggestion, telling him that 'things might eat us if we go any further'. Tommy listened to his fianceé's statement and stayed where they were. They spent a good amount of time in the water, switching from swimming around, to floating with the waves, to (Y/N)'s personal favorite: hanging onto Tommy like he was a tree and she was a koala.
At least an hour of them spending time in the water had to have passed before Tommy finally decided to start heading towards the shore. His movement, of course, didn't go unnoticed. "You're leaving me?" (Y/N) questioned after she saw him take a few steps backwards. She was enjoying herself in the water and had had no plans of leaving it any time soon.
"I think I'm ready to get out of the water," he answered with the obvious.
"We've not been in here long though," she pouted.
"I need to go sit for a minute, love. I'll be just up there," he told her, motioning to where their things were. (Y/N)'s pout didn't subside, but she nodded and allowed him to leave the waves.
She watched him walk up the beach and sit down on the blanket they'd laid out. Her eyes lingered for a few moments before she went back to floating on the waves.
It wasn't long before (Y/N) was exiting the water and walking up to where Tommy had made himself comfortable. It just wasn't the same wading in the waves alone. She wanted to spend as much time with Tommy as she possibly could. A sight - that she honestly wished she'd be surprised to see - was waiting for her at the blanket though.
"I thought you said you'd ditch the work while we're here?" she commented as she stopped in front of Tommy, who had his face buried in his smartphone as he tapped away at the screen.
Her voice made him quickly look up, a surprised expression forming on his face as he noticed she was right in front of him. "I was just checking a few things," he told her, holding his hands up in surrender, his now locked phone present in one of them.
"Mm-hmm," (Y/N) shook her head as she moved over to where the bag was sitting so that she could grab a towel and dry off, "you do know the ocean's right there, right? I could honestly take that phone and give it a good chuck," she stated, making sure her body was dry.
"You wouldn't," Tommy responded, a slight tone present in his voice, showing that he was testing the waters.
"I just might," she quipped back, a grin on her face as she dropped the towel back into the bag.
Before she could move to sit next to him, light blue fabric caught her eye. She instantly recognized it as the linen button down Tommy was previously wearing. She picked it up without a second thought, draping it over her shoulders and slipping her arms through the holes. It covered her swimsuit clad body immediately and she was grateful for the soft, cool fabric on her otherwise warm skin. She'd just finished rolling the sleeves up to her elbows when she finally felt Tommy's eyes on her.
Tommy had been watching her from the second she came back to the blanket. His phone was quickly forgotten as he watched her dry off and then grab the shirt from the bag. Sure, she had her own cover-up, but he was so damn happy that she'd chosen to slip his shirt on over her body. Something about her wearing his clothes just got him going. Just when he thought she couldn't get any more beautiful, she went ahead and did something like this. He couldn't help but let his eyes travel up and down her frame.
(Y/N)'s eyes finally found his when he found her face once more, and she couldn't stop the butterflies from fluttering in her stomach as she noticed the look he was giving her. She wanted to make a comment, but it died in her throat as she just about melted under his stare.
"C'mere," Tommy finally spoke, nodding his head to the side as a non-verbal addition to his statement. She grinned at him and happily followed his direction, moving over to where he was sitting.
He brought his knees up and opened his legs slightly, offering her the perfect spot to sit down in; one that she quickly fell into. She easily got comfortable sitting between his legs; her back rested against his chest. Tommy wasted no time in wrapping his arms around her, pulling her even closer to his body as he leant over and began pressing kisses to the side of her neck.
"Tommy, stop!" she exclaimed through her giggles, finally trying to squirm away from his lips as his actions quickly became ticklish. He listened to her and stopped his kisses, but he didn't dare loosen up the grip that he had on her.
It was easy for his hands to find their way onto her body, being that she'd left the shirt open, and he couldn't help but let them roam her figure. He took his time, feeling every curve as he nestled his face into her neck; breathing in the sweet smell of her skin mixed with the sunshine that had been kissing it since they exited the hotel room. (Y/N) had practically melted into his body, absolutely loving the feeling of his hands as they traced her skin.
She waited until his hands found their resting spot on the sides of her waist, his arms crossed over her stomach, to finally speak again: "I see that I've got your mind off of work now," she said with a grin, turning her head so that she could see his face out of the corner of her eye.
"Oh you most certainly have," he answered, a grin laced into his words, "look so fuckin' beautiful in my things...always, baby," he mumbled against the skin of her cheek before he kissed it.
The butterflies returned as she heard what he had to say, and she couldn't stop herself from turning in his arms even more so that she could press her lips to his in a much needed kiss. "Love you, Tommy," she mumbled against them, smiling as he kissed her again, this kiss holding more emotion than the last. "I can't wait for the rest of this week with you," she said once they'd finally pulled away from each other. She was now sitting with her body turned more towards him, so she was able to look at him head on. She couldn't stop her cheeks from heating up as she caught the look of total adoration in his eyes.
"If this is a preview of what's to come..." he trailed off, a grin forming on his face as his eyes danced over her figure once more, "I already know that this trip is going to be one that's hard to top."
His cheeky comment that was accompanied by a rather suggestive glance, made (Y/N) gasp, and she couldn't help but roll her eyes and shake her head as she tried to distract herself from how his words actually made her feel. Why did there have to be other people present on this beach?! She had to look towards the ocean for a few moments to re-center herself from the look that was making her wonder what they could get away with out here.
A few moments had passed before she felt the sharp snap of her swimsuit's strap against her skin. "Tommy!" she shrieked at the sensation, her eyes snapping back onto him to see that a smug grin was now present on his face. He tried, and failed, to feign innocence before his expression dissolved into a grin and chuckles. "I can't believe you," she shook her head, gently pressing on his shoulders for him to get the hint to lay back on the blanket.
She wasted no time in pressing her lips to his when he did lay down, and he made a mental note to do things such as that more often if this was going to be how she responded to it.
After sharing a flurry of kisses, (Y/N) rested her head against his chest, not caring about the shine of sweat that was present due to the heat of the sun that was engulfing them. She was thankful for the shade that their umbrella was providing.
Tommy wrapped his arms around the small of her back underneath the shirt of his that she was still wearing, effectively holding her close to him...like she was going to be moving any time soon. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the serenity that was surrounding them; not thinking about anything but the beautiful woman laying with him.
Like he'd said before: if this was a preview of how the week was going to go, this was most definitely going to be a tough trip to top.
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red-write-hand · 2 months
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Could I request headcanons of Tommy Shelby comforting a sick reader? I’m sick right now and it sucks :(
awww!! hope you feel better lovely anon!!
being sick is something that tommy can tackle. you being sick is something that tommy can not handle. he wants you to be healthy at all times. not in a bad way but more in a ‘being sick is a reflection of his neglect for you’ way. if you’re sick, he always thinks it’s his fault when you’re sick. he will beat himself up over it. he absolutely thinks that you are dying and will go to every length to make sure you are ok. you are his angel and you will stay heavenly.
this could mean a lot of things for you but it mostly means one thing, clingy tommy. this absolute unit of a gangster will slide into your shared bed and stroke your hair. you could be throwing up and he’s still kiss your shoulder and gently as he could as he held your hair back.
he’ll buy anything that he deems necessary for your recovery. maybe you’ve abused this a couple times (you do it all the time, cause obviously sweets and chocolates are important to my health, thomas) but he doesn’t care. he’ll go to the ends of the earth just to make sure you’ll be ok.
in the end, thomas will show you a different side to himself, a frantic man who just wants to take care of his lover. his sweet angel. he’ll kiss your nose if you tell him you’ve rubbed it dry with tissues. he’ll berate your stomach if you’re nauseous.
he only wants what’s best for you and usually, he’s right about what he’s doing. he loves you very much.
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garrison-girl-08 · 1 year
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Blind date
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Pairing - Modern Thomas Shelby and Reader
Warnings- Sexual content, swearing, violence. 18+
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Turning on your heel, you made to walk out. Totally confused, and in shock. Pairs of eyes glaring at you, willing you to just say something. Celebrate, clap, say thank you. Anything. Shit… you were not expecting this.
You were hot, sweating…. you had to get out.
“Ey, ey, wait, wait,” Tommy asked, gently holding your elbow. Pulling you back towards him. “It’s just small party, just …” Breathing out, he stared into your eyes. Suddenly regretting his decision. “Did I fuck up?”
You could tell from his expression, he wanted you to say no. You shook your head, looking around. The room was beautiful, you could see his family. Carla from work, and your old colleagues, Shelley, your old roommate.
“No sorry, I just wasn't expecting this,” you managed to reply, as Carla flung her arms around you.
“Happy birthday babe, you look foxy!” She shouted in your ear. “You’re just surprised is all, enjoy the attention. You deserve it,” She glared at Tommy, as she said it. Her eyes burning into him, Carla had been through a lot with you. And had been a good friend, she was just looking out for you.
Although you had forgiven him, it was clear she hadn’t. There was always an atmosphere, between the two.
“This way,” Tommy instructed, guiding you through the crowd. As people wished you happy birthday, stopping to hug you. “Here we go,” Tommy stated, turning you around.
There sat at a table was your brother, Paul. Sister Mel, with her partner and two boys. Bursting into tears, you covered your face with your hands. As Paul picked you up and span you around. “Happy birthday Sis,” he whispered in your ear.
It had been months, since you last saw them. And years since you had all been together, in the same room. This was better than any party, or present you could have.
Pulling away, you dabbed you eyes rushing to Mel. Your nephew Harry, clinging to your legs. “I can’t believe you are here,” you sobbed like a baby, as she hugged you close. So happy to have your own family there. Having felt so isolated, not even a text or a card from them.
“Missed you didn’t I? You soppy cow,” she laughed wiping her own eyes. Putting his arm around Paul, Tommy led him away as he whispered into his ear. The whole room was decorated elegantly, just what you would have chosen.
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"You had no idea, then?" Mark, Mel's boyfriend asked, as he hugged you hello.
"Absolutely none, we just went for a meal. When did you get here? Where are you staying? You can stay with us? Did Paul come with you?" the barrage of questions, flew from your mouth. Trying to process what was happening.
"Calm down," Mel laughed, as you took Max, her youngest son from her. His chubby baby hands, going to your hair. "Tommy has arranged it all, we are staying with you. He had some of his minions to organise it of course," she smirked.
Kissing Max's chubby cheeks, you frowned at her. "Please try and be nice," you begged your sister. Not wanting any animosity between them.
"She will be on her best behaviour, Y/n. Don't worry," Mark reassured you. Mel was the boss in their relationship. Mark did anything she said. But, he was a good man, hardworking, and a brilliant father to the boys. Mel had the tendency to fly off the handle. She was fiercely protective over you and Paul.
An hour later, you were still greeting people. Having glasses of champagne thrust into your hand. Tommy had disappeared for twenty minutes with Paul, and was now trying to charm Mel. Good luck with that, you thought.
As she stood with her arms folded, she peered up at him, oozing disapproval. What were they even talking about? You wondered, they had nothing in common.
"Y/n!" you heard, zoning out of what Shelley was saying. Feeling a small pair of arms around your legs. There was Charlie, a toothless grin on his face, dressed in a miniature version of Tommy's suit. Isaiah with him, holding his bag.
"Charlie, I have missed you," you beamed, bending down subtly holding your dress. His small arms wrapping around your neck, "Happy birthday, Y/n," he mumbled into your neck.
"Here he is, ey," you heard Tommy's deep voice, Mel still stood beside him. "I thought I heard a little Charlie somewhere, you seen him, Y/n?"
Unravelling himself, he jumped at his Dad. "I am here, I’m here,”
Tommy made the introductions, as you felt Shelley grab your arm. "Who's the fittie who brought the kid?" she adjusted her dress, so her cleavage was peeping out. "Introduce me, between me and you. I need a good fuck, you know a real man,"
Laughing at Shelley's humour, you felt Tommy pull you towards him. Seeing her chance Shelley almost pounced on Isaiah, who looked like a deer caught in headlights. Shelley would eat him alive. No doubt.
"How old are you, Charlie?" Mel asked him, shouting over the music.
"I'm six, and I have lost two teeth," he announced, grinning up at her.
Tommy wrapped his arm around your waist, "Do you forgive me, baby?" he whispered over the conversation. Moving your hair, just the smallest touch. He smelt so good, looking more relaxed now. It must have been a lot of organising, for him to pull this off. And you had been oblivious.
"When I get over the shock, I just might," you answered, biting your lip. Pulling you flush against him, his hands resting just above your ass. You both ignored everyone else in the room. The only focus was each other.
"Biting that lip is giving me ideas," he almost growled in your ear. Kissing you, wishing he could just take you home and rip the dress off. Have some time alone with you.
"Dad, that's embarrassing," Charlie complained, pulling his Dad's sleeve.
"Don't tell me you don't kiss the girls at school, ey. I mean, how did your teeth fall out?" Tommy answered, bending down to Charlie's level. You observed Mel, as she watched the interaction. Praying that she was warming to Tommy.
"Eugh, no way," Charlie answered in disgust, making you laugh. You could see Polly approaching you, a knife in hand. Oh no, you didn't want to cut the cake in front of everyone. Catching your eye, it was as if she read your mind.
"No escape Birthday girl, come on, you look fabulous," she reassured.
As the cake was cut, with help from Charlie. Tommy stood next to you, microphone in hand. "I'm not making a speech," you warned him, through gritted teeth. People taking pictures, pointing their phones at you. Where they recording ?
Kissing your cheek, he smirked. "You don't have to, I will,"
In your eyeline, you could see Paul and Mel stood watching you intently. She was definitely enjoying the free champagne. And Paul had spent most of the night talking to John. Clearing his throat, Tommy rolled his shoulders back.
"Right, everyone. Bit of hush, ey. Today, is my beautiful Y/n's birthday. Though I will probably be in trouble for this," he smiled, reaching for your hand.
"That's nothing new!" Arthur heckled, whiskey in hand. Gaining a laugh from the crowd.
"But, she deserves the fucking world," he continued.
"No swearing Thomas," Polly called out, you noticed she was stood with a man. You hadn't seen her for a while, was she dating? Who was he?
"Right, sorry, yeah. Anyway," clearing his throat again, you noticed he looked hot.
"I have done this before, but... well. I wanted to do it properly this time. With permission." Tommy nodded at Paul. "Y/n.... I love you. I want to spend my life with you. Wake up, Fucking everyday with you, grow old with you. So, I ask you again, will you marry me?"
You gasped, as he produced the ring, sinking to his knees...
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peakyscillian · 1 year
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Family Ties | Modern!Tommy Shelby Series | Masterlist.
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Summary: The Shelby’s will do anything for family. Warnings: Smut, 18+ Minors DNI, muture themes, talk of unconsenual sexual activity, unprotected sex, Peaky violence.
Trigger Warnings: failed pregnancies, abortion mentioned, domestic violence.
Please read all warnings on chapters before you continue, the above is just general warnings - each chapter will be different
Completed: 16.04.23
Nearly all parts contain smut - will be in the warnings of each chapter.
Please skip any chapters you don't think you can read - I'm sure there's another story of mine you can enjoy and I love you for enjoying my work!
Enjoy!
Contents: Part One- Present Day Part Two - Flashback Part Three - Present Day Part Four - Flashback - Please read warnings before you read this Part five - Present Day Part Six - Present Day - following on from Part Five Part Seven - Flashblack Part Eight - Present Day Part Nine - Final Flashback Part Ten - Present Day Part Eleven - Present Day Part Twelve - Present day - Please read warnings before you read this Part Thirteen - Present Day Part Fourteen - Present Day. Part Fifteen - Present Day.- Please read warnings before you read this Part Sixteen - Present Day Part Seventeen - Final Chapter.
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moral-terpitude · 3 months
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Misadventures - Part 14
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cause you don't even know you're an angel • foolish am I for the times I come and go •these stars defy love, so I close my eyes • and sleep inside your worn-in bed outline
[Masterlist] [Series Masterlist]
A/N: I’m not blowing my 10,000 word load at once, y’all might have to wait until tomorrow for Christmas fic. Sorry 😂
Misadvetures taglist: @cillmequick @emotionalcadaver @zablife @raincoffeeandfandoms
Summary: Finally there are answered questions.
Word Count: 6,026
Warnings: sex, umm, I dunno all the usual shit here. If you’ve made it this far I’m sure you know what I mean. (I know that’s a cop out but really nothing bad happens and I don’t feel like reading all thru it again.)
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Quinn stood with her hip resting against the fridge, the only light bathing the kitchen coming from its yellowed bulb above the sink, as she looked for a snack.
Hannah was gone for the weekend, some mention of something about Eric (whoever this one was, Quinn wasn’t quite sure) and going to Atlantic City, and Quinn had avoided making dinner out of sheer stubbornness in favor of laying in bed with Mr. Bee and watching a documentary about the Chauvet Cave instead.
It was a better trade. Less mess. She had a lot of rest to catch up on.
She sighed, flipping open the package of peppered salami and retrieving the Ritz crackers, and allowing herself to stand there in the old, and now rather faded, Metallica shirt and her underwear and eat.
There was no sense in dirtying a plate and taking it back to bed when she was already right there.
Two weeks of German food and two weeks of takeaway salads to attempt to balance it out had her famished. She was over it. If it wasn’t so late she would have hauled her ass to Katz’s and gotten—
Her phone vibrating on the counter pulled out of her internal turmoil considering if it was too late to order anything from anywhere at all as her eyes flicked to the screen, the phone threatening to throw itself off of the counter if it rang for too long.
Tommy
She felt her mouth turn down at the corner, lips pressed thin, as she continued to watch it ring, letting it go to voicemail instead of picking up and hearing what he had to say.
In the entire time since she had stormed out of the apartment, he had done as she said, she hadn’t heard a peep from him, and there was something about it that almost pissed her off in a way.
He hadn’t tried to sway her, hadn’t tried to fight for her.
He had done exactly as she asked.
And she hated it.
Maybe, she let her mind entertain the thought, maybe he didn’t actually care. Maybe all she was to him was a consistent way to get laid. What other reason would he have let it go on this long without trying to contact her?
The phone vibrated again, a message, thankfully no voicemail. She wanted to give in, wanted to know what he had to say after all this time, but also felt too stubborn to call him back.
She sighed, laughing to herself, all this time? Really, Quinn? It’s been a month, and returned to staring into the void of the fridge for an unknown period of time until she heard three quick knocks on the door.
Moving from her spot, she swung the door shut behind herself, the wooden floor creaking as she crossed to the door, brow furrowed.
She stood on her tip toes, fingertips quietly finding a home against the door, as she felt her lashes brush against the paint, eye struggling to focus with her lack of glasses for a moment before he finally came to focus in the small glass globe.
Tommy stood looking off to the side with a manilla folder tucked under his arm. He looked rather unbothered at the concept of being stuck waiting in the hall, and the spiteful part of Quinn felt like pretending she wasn’t even there.
She debated making him wait longer, maybe knock again, but her heart got the best of her as she cracked open the door, leaving the security chain across the gap to see Tommy, truly standing there in the flesh, waiting patiently.
“Hi,” Quinn whispered. Her stomach flipped and she felt her ears get warm, finally seeing him again reminding her how much she missed him.
“I don’t suppose I can come in?”
Quinn nodded, closing the door briefly to slide the chain from the lock, before retreating back to the kitchen to toss the crackers back in the cupboard.
By comparison of his attire, she was severely underdressed for whatever the occasion warranted.
“What have you been doing?” His voice was low as he asked, dress shoes clacking the five short steps he took to lean against the counter.
“In what way?” She chuckled, a smile that she didn’t want to give in to beginning to form as she continued, “I mean, I’m standing here in my pajamas eating cold cuts out of the fridge, it’s not like anything crazy is happening here.”
He smiled softly, nodding.
“Shouldn’t be letting you see me like this,” she mumbled, fidgeting with the hem of the shirt as she leant against the counter.
“Why?” His brows furrowed. She noted he had gotten a haircut in the last few weeks, still shaved short on the sides but the top was slightly shorter than usual.
“Ruins the illusion that there’s something you’re missing out on I suppose.”
There was silence, for a brief moment. Quinn wondered what the purpose of the visit was. She would have liked to let him believe that there were throws of men waiting in the shadows, but, that couldn’t have been further from the truth.
The only male presence she had much conversation with lately had been her dad.
Dalton had been in one of his spurts of radio silence.
From the folder she gathered there was something important going on, but the uneasiness of the unknown still lingered in the back of her mind.
“You changed your hair.”
“Oh,” the statement, although simple, caught her off guard. The fact that he noticed the change at all was interesting, “yeah, Johanna’s sister does hair and wanted a tattoo while I was there, so we did a trade.”
Quinn felt like Mika had gotten the short end of the stick, but after installing the new set of extensions and dying everything to match they both had put in close to the same amount of time on eachother, and Mika had been thrilled, so Quinn accepted the fact that a trade was a trade.
It made her feel better being somewhat close to being back to herself again. Less exposed.
“How was your trip?”
“Good. Three steady days jam packed with work and being drug around sight seeing had me wore out. Ate too much food. Joanna and Bronze both like cooking as much as I do but I made them take me to get Doner and Schnitzel, on two separate nights of course, so we had a good time.”
“Johanna is your friend, so you met her through your work. What does he do?”
The pair sat at the table as if the conversation was normal, as if over the last month nothing had happened and they were picking right back up where they left off, as if it was all part of the plan.
“Bronze. They. Bronze uses they/them pronouns, so,” she shook her head, the correction coming out of habit.
“Okay,” Tommy nodded, “what do they do?”
“They are a multimedia and multidisciplinary artist. When I was there, the project they were working on was some kind of welded installation that I really can’t even begin to explain.”
Tommy hummed, nodding, as silence fell between the two of them again. Quinn swallowed hard. There wasn’t much more to make small talk about.
“If you can believe it, I listened to what you said. Took it as a piece of advice.”
Tommy handed the folder over. It was unlabeled, and Quinn’s curiosity was piqued as she flipped it open, biting back the quickly formed retort that wanted to escape, figuring it was for the best to keep her comments about Tommy’s bullheadedness to herself.
She looked down at the sheet, the first one in the stack, some not so fancy printed seal decorating the top, as her eyes wandered down the page.
Tommy rose from the chair, pacing the small amount of floor space in the kitchen, before settling against the counter again, hands crammed deep in his pockets.
“ ‘Before district judge Shorthose, sitting at the Principal Registry of the Family Division, in the Priory Courts, 33 Bull Street, Birmingham’,” Quinn shook her head, trying to not read ahead as her eyes skipped over the gap to the next line.
The document looked rather official and her heart hammered in her chest, throat feeling tight, as she continued.
“ ‘Between Thomas Michael Shelby, Petitioner, Elizabeth Eileen Shelby, Respondent, and Angel Lorenzo Changretta,” Quinn paused, never until that point having a personality to picture as to whoever Lizzie had betrayed Tommy with, not that she could ever picture her at all either, “ ‘Co-Respondent’.”
She swallowed, her eyes glossing over the rest of it, “ ‘Made final and absolute that the said marriage was thereby dissolved August 26, 2022.’ “
She looked up at him, brow furrowed, “That was Friday.”
“That it was.”
Quinn sat at the small kitchen table, flipping through the papers.
“I was surprised to find that she wasn’t purposefully halting the process. The inquiry for the paternity test was filed under ‘curiosity’ instead of ‘legal’ which would have given it a higher precedent. I went there, did some pushing, and they expedited the process considerably.”
Tommy leaned against the counter, not wanting to explain that the pushing was of money into people’s hands, as he fidgeted with the lighter, desperate to use it even though he knew he wasn’t allowed to while he was inside at their residence.
“So, Ruby’s yours?”
She tried to read the nonsense on the page and make sense of it, but her head was honestly swimming at the information and she wouldn’t be deciphering the graphs and decimal points any time soon.
“Yes, she’s mine.”
Quinn smiled a tad and cleared her throat, a strange feeling of relief washing over her. She felt his eyes on her as she closed the folder, leaning back in her chair and crossing her legs.
Tommy took in her form, wearing yet again a shirt far too big for her, the loose wave of her hair tousled from, if he had to guess from her heavy unmade eyes and lack of glasses, what he assumed was a nap.
Too early for her to be considering sleep. It was late but not that late. She was always so stubborn to turn in. Some nights she’d choose to nod off on the couch while he finished a little bit of work instead of turning in alone.
“When did you get back?” She quizzed, stretching her back, arms above her head before letting her hands fall back into her lap.
“About an hour ago.”
“So you came straight here?”
“Yes. I came straight here.”
“Why?”
Tommy paused, the bluntness of the question catching him by surprise.
Quinn knew Tommy. She knew how much he enjoyed being correct in the conversations he had with his brothers that she had overheard, that it was no surprise he was there to prove her wrong about something.
She had left in much of a storm of chaos the last time they had seen each other, and they hadn’t spoken, so she wouldn’t blame him if he came to rub it in.
“I came here because you’re here.”
“Just because you knew where to find me?”
He cleared his throat, a smile creeping onto his features as she continued to use his own tactic of flipping the question back around against him, “Because I miss…” he chuckled, leaning his head back to look at the ceiling, “I miss having to fight for the covers. I miss waking up to short breaths on the back of my neck or your cheek pressed between my shoulders and not being able to move without waking you up.”
She smiled, tucking her hand in her hair at the nape of her neck as she listened.
“I miss the questions you ask to try and understand what I do, even if the answers aren’t always clear, because they can’t be, because sometimes me business is complicated.”
She heard the pitter patter of tiny paws on the floor as Beelzebub wandered sleepily down the hallway, no doubt wondering where his human heater had went off to.
“I miss knowing that you’re there. That if I call you’ll pick up and tell me something about your day. The silence of not wanting to bother you before I had all the answers was beginning to be unbearable.”
Tommy paused, mouth dry, when he saw her watching him intently. She looked more beautiful than he could put into words, the way the light from over the sink cast shadows along her legs, the way she was stretched out without a care in the world in just an old tee shirt.
Chiaroscuro. That was what she had called it, looking through an old textbook on the couch one night for a reference photo for a drawing she had intended to start, one that she knew was in there somewhere but couldn’t quite remember the name. Talking fondly of Baglione and Caravaggio and the way they used light and dark to portray the drama and beauty in their work.
He felt like maybe he understood the way she talked about it all now.
“Should I continue?”
Quinn shook her head, a small shrug accompanying it. “I was just sitting here trying to decide how long I was going to make you grovel for.”
Tommy chuckled, vacating the spot he had been leaned against, and Quinn realized all her brazenness had evaporated from the firmness of her previous statement as she continued.
“I…I was watching a documentary. You can stay. If you want, I mean—“
He shrugged out of the jacket, removing the cap from his head and tucking it in the pocket before draping it over the back of the chair. The way he hung his head, the curvature of his shoulders, the way the light cast its shadows, she had seen things in museums that couldn’t hold a candle to him.
“Your car will get towed, if it’s not in the parking garage. I can make some tea or something while you move it.”
He hummed, closing the space between them before offering a hand to pull her up from the chair, “I had some optimism that you wouldn’t send me away when I got here, so it already is.”
She rolled her eyes, fighting a smile, as she took his hand, pulling him behind her down the hall, soft footfalls following the trot of her tiny companion leading the way.
“You’re just full of yourself tonight, aren’t you?”
She wasn’t prepared for how close he was, arms encircling her waist before whispering the words gently against the side of her neck, voice much lower than it had been when they were simply conversing, “It is a problem at times.”
She shivered as the goose bumps rose across the parts of her skin that weren’t flush.
Beelzebub hopped up on the foot of the bed, nudging at Tommy’s hand as he toed off his shoes.
“Are you going to be nice today? Little bugger.” Tommy skritched him behind the ears hesitantly, at first, before he was allowed to touch the cat under the chin, the loud purr echoing through the room.
Quinn settled herself against the pillows, watching with heavy eyes as he undressed, something familiar and comforting in the way he let himself relax in her space, wandering to the dresser with the clothes all half off, belt undone but still through the loops, shirt unbuttoned but still on, tie laying at the foot of the bed somewhere, and searched for clothes that either were his or would fit.
He ended up in only his cotton undershirt and the Champion shorts he had pilfered from the back of one of the drawers.
Quinn had picked them up at an estate sale back home. From the look of them, they were from the 1998-1999 Detroit Pistons season, the alternate color scheme of teal, red, and black.
She couldn’t blame him. They were comfortable.
She’d never admit it, but she was slightly jealous that somehow his ass looked better in them than hers did.
His weight sank the bed as he settled between her thighs, head resting on her stomach as they both tried to get comfortable, arms wrapping around her waist.
Quinn inferred, anticipating that he wouldn’t say it directly, but from everything else he had said she could gather that he missed her.
There was comfort in the way he held on to her.
“How was your family?” She whispered, the words partly ate up by the darkness of the room, as she ran her fingers through the longest part of his hair.
“Difficult as usual. John and Esme are having another baby, Arthur can’t decide which to worship more, God or a bottle, and Ada’s husband just got put on a new assignment out of the country, so, Polly is going to be staying with her for a few weeks to help get things ready for the baby.”
Quinn felt her heart clench. Two little babies on the way with their tiny toes and fingers and noses.
She swallowed hard before speaking, “You should’ve stayed if they needed you.”
Her eyes were slipping closed as she felt Mr. Bee lay down next to her foot, close enough that she could feel him purring.
Her hands wandered under the collar of Tommy’s undershirt, the familiar planes of his shoulders bringing comfort to her.
He was here, with her, really and truly.
“They get on fine by themselves. I was able to see Charlie. And Ruby. She’s getting tall. Lost another tooth.”
Quinn smiled, the thought of Tommy having to play tooth fairy rather amusing her, “Were they happy to see you?”
He sighed, and Quinn let her eyes slipped closed as he nuzzled at her stomach, something she wasn’t even sure he realized he was doing as he got comfortable, “Charlie is rather indifferent to everything at his age. Ruby still shows it. Woke up with her on the other side of the bed every morning. She isn’t fond of being far away when we’re at the house.”
She hummed, enjoying the heat radiating from him, palms pressed into her skin, and no complaints as she took advantage of being able to put her cold feet on him.
“She sounds really sweet, Tommy.”
She yawned, settling into the pillows. The relief of sleeping in her own bed was something she always looked forward to after traveling.
There was silence, and for a moment she wondered if he’d fallen asleep.
“I’d like for you to meet them.”
“Who?” She was half dozed off when he started to speak again, and she had to take a minute to get her brain back on track with the conversation they had been having.
“Charlie and Ruby.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
She paused before agreeing, heart thundering in her chest at the thought.
“When?”
“I was planning to go back again rather soon. The last horse race of the season is in September. Charlie’s birthday, too. Have to look at the calendar to see how it lines up.”
“Okay.”
“Will you come with me?”
She smoothed her fingers through his hair, trying to find the words under pressure that she was looking for. Did she want to meet them? Yes. She liked kids, but if she met them then that meant something serious. If she said no with no good reason, then that just made her sound like an asshole.
“Can I think on it and decide?”
“Yeah. If that’s what you want.”
Quinn was relieved when Tommy didn’t sound mad or disappointed by the notion of her needing to take some time to think.
As she started to fall asleep once again she tried to find the way to organize the words in her mind to be able to repeat them in the morning, but sleep got the best of her before any coherent thoughts came.
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When she woke up, there was no ability for her to roll. Something heavy was on her.
Fucking cat—
Beelzebub wasn’t small, and he had a wonderful habit of curling up on her chest or into her side somewhere to make it impossible to move in the morning.
She took a breath, glancing down to see Tommy’s head on her chest, one leg over one of hers, in a position that surely had his feet hanging off the foot of the bed.
Oh.
She ran her fingers through the shortest part of his hair, stopping somewhere around the crown of his head and just enjoying the weight of him on her.
They hadn’t had sex and he had still stayed. A change of pattern from anything she had considered usual for them.
She let her eyes close, realizing there was immense comfort in the silence.
She slipped her other hand along his back, the shirt apparently having been the straw that broke the camel's back in the night of being too warm, the heat of his bare skin familiar under her fingertips.
She tried not to laugh when he snored, peeking her eyes open, but the way Beelzebub’s ears shot up as he turned to look at Tommy was too comical.
So the snort escaped, rocking his head on her body as she tried to take a deep breath to stop but it was already too late.
He opened one eye, then the other, the confusion of waking in an unfamiliar room apparent on his face until he quickly surveyed where he was, eyes glancing up to meet hers and the suppressed smile she was toying with on her lips finally broke through as he looked severely less disgruntled with his resting place once he realized where he was.
“Hi,” Quinn whispered, realizing she had quite missed mornings like this, where there was no rush, no alarm, nothing to do.
Well, maybe one thing.
“Hi,” he sat up, rubbing sleep from his eyes before leaning against the pillows, legs outstretched.
“So,” she cleared her throat as he pulled her close, her arm wrapping around his waist as she settled in comfortably, “can I be a normal, sane, and rational person and ask you what we’re doing?”
She chanced a glance up at him through her lashes before continuing, “If you want me to do something like meet your children and go to something that involves your business endeavors, I mean, I think I can guess, but, being left to wonder is not something I can do. Clearly.”
He chuckled, “Never would have gathered that.”
Quinn sighed, stomach grumbling as she checked the time on her phone, a little after 7AM.
“You know what I’m saying.”
Tommy nodded, “I do. Yes.”
“I am sorry, for freaking out. I just had people coming at me from every which way with their questions and opinions and it was kind of a lot.”
Tommy gave a small nod, and Quinn continued, “Now,” she squirmed and moved so she could see his face better, something about the heavy lidded look he gave her and their proximity combined with the comfortable lack of clothing stirring a familiar feeling in her stomach, “I am perfectly, happily, content not seeing other people,” she tried to breathe through the anxious fluttering feeling in her chest, knowing it would pass, “if that’s what you want. If it’s not, then I just need to know before we go any further without being on the same page.”
Quinn was relieved when he didn’t miss a beat, one hand cupping her face gently, thumb stroking her cheek, “I asked you to meet my children, I don’t think I could agree more.”
She smiled as he brushed his nose against hers, the thrum of blood rushing in her ears, the warm feeling of adrenaline and anticipation coursing through her body made her feel like she would turn to putty in an instant.
Quinn melted into the way Tommy’s hand found the back of her neck, holding her close enough to bring their lips together, a content sigh passing into his mouth as she welcomed his large hands roaming under her shirt.
She was always surprised how gentle he was with her, not in a demeaning way, not like she was a China doll, but purposeful and deliberate in his movements, laying his hands on her in such specific ways that kept her wanting more.
It didn’t take any convincing for her to find herself in his lap, happily letting him discard her shirt, now wrinkled with sleep as he hooked a finger around the waistband of her ribbed cotton underwear, free hand cradling her face as his eyes drank in every part of her.
She let her eyes close as his mouth met the skin of her neck, working agonizingly slowly across her skin as she pulled impatiently at the string in the waistband of the shorts, knowing damn well it wouldn’t do any good.
The light graze of teeth against her collarbone caught Quinn off guard; she felt goosebumps and a shiver run through her, something new, different, and judging by the aching and desperation for some kind of friction between her thighs, definitely not bad.
“Tommy, please,” she whispered, trying to sound anything but needy, but, it was useless.
“Please what, love?”
She could see the glittering sense of mischief in his eyes, boring a hole into her that sent a shiver straight into her stomach.
She barely spoke, the whispered, “need you,” coming out in a mumble between their lips while he worked on trying to inch the cotton down her legs, despite the position and knowing it wouldn’t work, enough to pull the offending garment to the side, fingers gently parting her, delighted to found how ready she was for him, soaked, wet, impatient and breathless from just the smallest touch.
She drug her nails through his hair, enough to make Tommy look up at her, teeth sunk into her bottom lip, face flush.
“Can’t wait,” she shook her head, fingers tucking into the waistband of the shorts, trying her best to be more than convincing, “need you. Now.”
She hadn’t had a doubt her words would work, he was already rock hard, constrained within fabric but pressing against her thigh, teasing her and taunting her.
Tommy realized, once he found himself buried inside her again, the feeling of no longer being unhole, a strange lonesome worry that sometime plagued his mind, the he regretted the few hours that his brain entertained the thought, late and left alone by the fire in his office after a few too many whiskeys and passing up the offer of dinner from Frances after his late arrival home, that maybe he wouldn’t fight that hard to resolve their situation.
As he was blessed with the sounds of grateful moans and quiet pants and hissed swear words coming from between Quinn’s lips, brows furrowed as he kept the steady rythym that had her toes curling into the sheets and fingers weaving into his hair, the pressure and sensation of everything combined keeping him in a place between reality and some strange sort of oblivion, he accepted, just as he had after sobering up late into the night as he tried to focus on numbers and percentages and charts that he didn’t give a fuck about at that moment, that just because she had been upset and he wasn’t used to not being able to have the final word, didn’t mean that the expression behind it, the root of what was truly upsetting Quinn, was wrong.
He pushed the rest of the thoughts away as best as he could, knowing that now he was able to enjoy what he had feared missing out on, not just the the wonderful way that he could tell just from the way her breath caught in her throat and her hands couldn’t seem to get enough traction on his skin anywhere to satisfy her, but the smell of her hair, and the pillows, and the sheets, and everything that made her endearing and interesting were all things that, once he added them up, he realized he couldn’t live without.
That, and, if he would have missed out on finding out how far they could make it together a second time (arguably the first time they met would have been ill fated and messy if he had managed in any capacity to find her again on purpose) he would have never let himself live it down.
“Tommy,” the sound of his name coming from her lips ripped him back into reality, her soft fingers stroking his cheek, buried to the hilt inside her, the sensation of her cunt clamped around him like a vice, ready to milk every last drop he could give her, had him ready to empty himself out inside her, “is everything okay?”
He took a steadying breath, leaning into her touch, kissing her palm before working his lips down her arm, face nuzzling into her neck, heavy breaths fanning her skin and causing her to shudder, “hmm, yeah, more than just okay, love.”
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Quinn was exhausted by the time they finally collapsed beneath the sheets, welcome to the change of Tommy’s arms caged around her from behind as he pulled her close to his chest, making sure she fit just so under his chin before she burrowed them under the blanket.
There was comfortable silence while she felt her heart beat return to normal, fingers idly drawing patterns on his skin while she felt her eyes grow heavy.
“Could I ask you something?”
“Hmm, that depends,” Quinn whispered, “but I feel like you’re going to ask anyway.”
Tommy chuckled, lips pressing gently to her bare shoulder as she wiggled to get closer, if at all possible.
“How many times?”
Quinn paused, eyes rolling in her head as she tried to pinpoint exactly what the question was asking. She thought about it for a moment before shrugging, “How many times, what?”
“You don’t remember?”
“Depends on what you're asking about,” she chuckled, turning in his arms so they could be face to face.
The question could’ve been about anything really.
How many times he had made her finish, how many times she had visited friends out of the country, instances of her sisters being mean to her, how many times Gerard had hurt her—
“The night at the bar, you told Hannah you weren’t sharing,” she started to grin as he spoke, nose creasing, “just trying to figure out how many times you did.”
“Why? Do you want to fuck me and Hannah?”
He shook his head, seriousness cracking with a half smile, “No, just trying to satisfy me own curiosity,” he chuckled before continuing, “maybe to keep an ace up me sleeve in case the little Russian heiress we do business with starts trying to invite me to orgies again.”
Quinn snorted, amused in a way at the thought of him trapped in that situation and attempting to talk his way out of it, “Well, what a life you live, Tommy Shelby.”
He smiled, taking an interest in the way her reaction was slightly less explosive and resentful than what he would have expected in comparison to anyone else.
“You’re not going alone if she does though, nice try.” Quinn yawned through the words, proud of herself for being able to take a joke, as she stretched under the blanket, settling back into a comfortable position as she felt the reminder of part of their escapades begin to leak down her thigh.
“Never said I would.”
“Actually, though, four. The first time was just something that happened and was fun, and by the fourth time we just realized what a lot of work it was to make it happen. I also think Hannah started seeing someone, so that might’ve been it too.”
Her brows drew together while she took in his expression, content with the information she had disposed to him.
“My turn for questions,” Quinn cleared her throat, fingers fiddling with the blankets absentmindedly, trying to hide any little bit of jealousy deep down inside, “was there anyone, while you were back home?”
The words felt silly once she said them, she realized. What did it matter? They were here, now, together. Was something that happened in between enough to make a difference?
He shook his head, placing a gentle kiss to her forehead as a crease formed between his brows, “No,” it came out as a whisper, maybe less convincing that it could have been if it was a tad louder, but it was the truth, “no one.”
Quinn nodded, settling in to the way he held her, something that she thought, maybe, she would never get enough of, hearing the thrum of his heart in her ear as she settled on his chest, the way that his fingertips kneaded into her flesh, slowing as time passed but still lasting until Quinn found her eyes slipping closed.
The silence was cozy as she felt herself dozing back off to sleep, content in the fact that she finally had a real answer to what was happening between them, and relieved at herself for communicating it in a way that didn’t make her sound immature.
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When Quinn woke up again, the bed was empty.
She pushed out from under the covers, grabbing blindly for her glasses and a sweater, making a mad dash to the bathroom to clean up as much as she could without making a mess.
Turning on the shower and throwing herself in seemed to be the best bet, doing her best to keep her hair dry before haphazardly toweling off and pulling on the sweater.
She opened the bathroom door, greeted by the smell of something burnt. Not actively burning, not a fire, just burnt.
Tommy was partly dressed, back in the shorts and shirt, standing with his back to her, with a burnt pile of pancakes cooling on a plate next to the stove.
She watched as he flipped another one, swearing when the bottom was charred, and tossing it on the plate with the others with a huff.
“It runs hot,” Quinn spoke, moving to the coffee maker, thankful to see the carafe already full before rummaging around in the cupboard for her favorite mug, one from the DIA with Diego Rivera’s Detroit Industry Mural wrapped around the outside.
“What?”
“The stove runs hot. Something is wrong with the thermostat or something, but we’re just used to it.”
She took a sip of the liquid, heat pooling contently in her stomach, and motioned for him to hand her the spatula.
“You have to watch,” she poured the batter out onto the pan, only enough for one pancake left at that point, “and as soon as the last little bubble evaporates,” she gestured at the edge of the round batter where the last few bubbles came to the surface, before wiggling the spatula carefully underneath the cooked edge, “then you can flip it.”
It landed on the pan with a satisfying thwack and Tommy hummed, pressing a gentle kiss to her hair, a hand slowly drawing circles into her back, “That was the last of your flour, love. So, unless you know something I don’t about where to find more, you should put pants on.”
“For?” Quinn sipped at the coffee, leaning into his side, as she shut off the burner.
“Well, you have two eggs—”
“Those are Hannah’s.” Quinn interjected.
“--and no bread,” Tommy continued, “so, it looks like we’re going to get breakfast.”
“Ooh,” Quinn whistled, continuing on sarcastically as she sipped her coffee, “is that, like, you asking me on a date?”
Tommy chuckled as she wandered off down the hall, swaying her hips in an exaggerated fashion before she reached the door to the bedroom.
“We won’t be going anywhere if you keep that up.”
Quinn hummed, rounding the corner into her room before peeking back to see if he followed at all, “I mean,” she called, pulling off the sweater in her search for presentable clothes, “I can’t say I’d complain!”
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Don't forget to smile :-) ~ modern!Tommy Shelby & Reader (platonic fluff/angst)
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Summary: Tommy can't think of anything more ridiculous than the cheery messages the Barista keeps scribbling down on his to go coffee cups
Note: Written for @mrsalwayswrite auparty - I know I am super late, but life was busy and I was more representative of this Tommy than this reader. Despite the delay, I still hope you still enjoy it. At least, by now, I have the element of surprise on my side!
I do not consent to my work being translated, copied or posted elsewhere on this platform or any other. This hasn't been beta'd so I apologise for typos or mistakes
Warning: anger? car crash, violence, mention of blood, a tiny bit of politics? Depression, mention of suicide. Also Crypto Bros. Expect canon confirming tone and mention of violence.
Wordcount: 2282 words
Don’t forget to smile :-) 
The letters were mocking him. 
The four words added in sharpie to the to-go cup, in such a haste that the drawing had been smudged slightly. 
Don’t forget to smile :-) 
There was very little to smile about in the life of Thomas Shelby, especially these days and so it felt like a personal attack. 
He turned the cup so that he wouldn’t have to look at them. 
The most annoying thing about it was that stupid smiley. It made him want to punch a hole through the to-go cup with his pen just to be rid of it. 
It was as if she was trying to insult him, not just with that idiotic drawing and those empty words she always scribbled down on his cup, but with her whole demeanour. 
She was always smiling. 
She was always wishing everyone a “fantastic day!”
Tommy always knew some people were born with less than half a brain but very few had decided to be as blatantly obvious about it. 
Always smiling, always cheery, always adding messages like these that sounded like they had been taken straight from the pages of some overpriced self help book - or from one of these idiotic motivational instagram pages that would put cheesy phrases over the backdrop of some UFC fighter who would probably subcome to CTE before he turned fifty but he looked tough so what did it matter when you could turn it into an ‘inspirational image’ with ‘good energy’
That entire generation was nothing but a collection of fools living in an echo chamber and throwing phrases like “vibes” and “energy” about, although if he told them that, they’d probably “call him out” for his “toxic masculinity” and “bad vibes”. 
The fact that he knew all these things made him want to curse Ada even more, who had written her second dissertation about said ‘toxic masculinity’, or maybe third - he didn't remember, and to Finn, who only last week offered to ‘connect’ him with one inspirational speaker he really liked who was doing a podcast and really wanted Tommy to be a guest on it. 
He’d rather eat broken glass. 
But like most awful things in his life, that barista was unrelenting.
Apparently she was always the one doing the graveyard shifts, because it was always her handing out his coffee at the drive through in the earliest morning hours, always smiling, always with those stupid useless sayings.
The whole business would work better if their employees didn’t waste time with meaningless scribbles no one would ever bother to read. 
You’re doing great!
As if Tommy Shelby needed a little barista to tell him that.
He knew he was doing great. He knew how far he had come, straight out of the social estate housing in Birmingham to the penthouses of London and New York, with businesses on every continent and a company on the stock market (and several that would never be connected to his or his family’s name). 
Be proud of yourself!
Especially on a day like this with the Chinese business close to blowing up, it made him want to crumple up the cup in his hand, and preferably her idiotic smile with it. 
It was just so unnecessary - a waste of time and energy, even of ink itself. 
But no matter what, he could always count on those few words of writing to ruin his morning. 
Today again. 
You are loved!
He didn’t feel loved, if that even was a thing, not after Polly had been screaming at him for an hour straight, making his ears ring. 
Then again - 
Today’s a great day to have a great day!
What did that even fucking mean?
And what if some other car crashed into his on the way to work and squashed his skull to mush? That would be a sight for the firefighters that would be called to scrape his brains off of the asphalt. 
The next time he’d have to teach one of his rivals a lesson, he should send them something with that saying on first, before blowing up their car or setting fire to their restaurant.
It was funny in a way. 
You’ve totally got this!
He had stared at the writing for longer than he should have, having been up for nearly twenty hours now, running only on stubbornness, caffeine and desperation. 
You’ve totally got this!
Tommy stared at it and thought of the little barista with her silly apron covered in coloured buttons on the side, filled with meaningless slogans and symbols. 
As if putting some logo on a badge would fix things. 
She was only pretending to care about these causes, about him, about all the other customers she smiled at. 
But at least she’s pretending, a voice in his head reminded it. No one else is fucking doing it.
Least of all himself.
These days, Tommy was too tired to pretend, but it didn’t matter, did it?
Not really. After all, everyone was busy, everyone was desperate. 
Ada was up and about changing the world, writing books and fighting causes, trying to pass laws in at least six different countries at once, while Polly was somehow at the Met Gala, the Biennale and Cannes at the same time, hardly spending half as much time in England as she was spending in Monaco or St. Tropez or the Maldives. 
Arthur was already stretched to his limits, in and out of the clinical rehabs Polly and Ada put him in and the church retreats in Iowa that Linda recommended, and talking to his wife was tricky these days, after it came out that she had donated to some politician Ada hated. 
At first she and his sister had been throwing insults, then food, and in the end even fists had flown. 
There was no talking to any of them now. 
Just him, always him. 
“You’re earlier than usual!”, she remarked when he pulled up to the drive way.
Tommy only huffed. 
“Have a great day!”, she told him as she handed him his coffee and a sandwich he probably wouldn’t eat. 
Some days he even wondered if they would notice if he would disappear. 
They would, of course, at least when the money dried up. 
She was doing it for the same reason. He might not like her but he was a fair tipper.
Still, she’d notice before they would. 
Which was - something? He didn’t know, and he didn’t have the energy to think about it. 
London inner city traffic allowed him to glance at what she had written today
You are blessed!
Rolling his eyes, Tommy took a sip. 
So meaningless. So childish. So useless. 
Every single day, like an endless stream of blind idiocy. 
Don’t forget to smile =)
People look up to you!
You WILL achieve your goals!
Today is EXTRA good!
You matter!
I believe in you!
Don’t forget to do what you love 🤍
You do a great job being you!
Meaningless at the best of times, mockery at the worst. 
Countless times he had thought of changing the coffee place just to be rid of her needless pestering positivity, but it was the most convenient spot, besides, doing that would mean he had to concede a reaction to it and to him it was a sign of defeat to indulge fools. 
Still, it was nagging at him. 
This rainy Thursday she had written something particularly irritating on it. 
Not only had she greeted him with a smile “You’re back!” on the first day he had returned from a work trip to Paris.
“Yeah.”, he muttered as he waited for his coffee impatiently. 
As she handed him the cup, he glanced at it. 
People are grateful to know you 
This was reaching new depth. No one in the history of his life had ever been grateful for that. 
Not a single person. 
Even those people who were cursed to love him weren’t. They were grateful for his work and money, but not knowing him. 
Unless - 
Maybe it was the exhaustion, or simply because he couldn’t be bothered to go back to the bank to exchange his change. 
Fuck it, he thought. In a way, he was only doing himself a favor as it would be useless to send someone. 
So Tommy circled around the drive through and ordered some cinnamon roll from her colleague at the first window.
“You again, did you forget something?”, she asked with her beaming smile. 
No. 
“Ever been to Europe - “
Tommy had to squint to read her nametag. 
The name suited her, in a way, even if he hadn’t suspected it. 
“No, but I’d love to go to Rome!”, she said as she handed him the brown paper bag.
Tommy noticed the black writing from her pen, but didn’t read. 
“Cash this time.”, he said, handing her a pound bill, and then whatever had remained in his wallet from his trip to Paris. 
It wouldn’t change the world, but there was enough green and purple in there to finance a little trip for a barista. 
He shoved them into her hand unceremoniously and drove off before she had the chance to react. 
If she was smart, she’d hide it in her pocket, but if she chose to put it in the tip jar and share it with her colleagues, that was her business. 
People are grateful to know you. 
She was a fool, and Tommy couldn’t change that, but at least today he had made sure her words didn’t make her a liar. 
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It kept raining all through the day, and into the late afternoon, through phone calls and meetings, through Michael throwing a fit and Polly being unreachable, through everything. 
“Tommy,”, Lizzie said, popping her head in through the tinted glass doors, “there’s a woman at the front desk to see you.”
“What woman?”, he asked, taking off his glasses.
“Some girl. She has something for you, something you lost and she refuses to give it to the security.”
Fucking really? 
Lizzie only shrugged. 
“She says its important. They’ve checked her. No weapons. She says she’s fine waiting downstairs until you come down.”
He had half a mind to test that theory, but then he shook his head. 
“Send her up then.”, he muttered. The only thing less appealing to him than having to deal with some stranger was having to deal with some stranger after a long day’s work. 
Five minutes later Lizzie came in again. 
“I can’t send her in here, Tommy - she’s soaking. It’ll ruin the floors.”
He closed his eyes for a moment, gathering his strength before getting up to Lizzie’s office.
It took him a moment to notice her without her hat and apron, but her smile gave her away. 
“Hi, so sorry for disturbing-”, she began. “I’ll be right off, I promise, but ah - you made a little mistake earlier.”
She really was soaking, from head to toe drenched and dripping, her clothes clinging to her skin. Still, she smiled. 
“What?”, he asked in utter disbelief. 
Reaching into her back pocket she took out the folded Euro bills he had passed her hours earlier. 
“You always give my five quid - so maybe you got the colours mixed up cause this one’s green too.”
She bit her lip in embarrassment as she handed out the bills to him. Each and every one, green, yellow and purple. 
“So yeah - this is yours.”
He only stared at her in disbelief. 
“Are you for real?”, he demanded to know.
“Yeah.”, she said immediately. “I mean, I’d like to think I’m good at my job, but I’m not - three thousand six hundred and seventy five Euros good at my job.”
When he didn’t take the money, she put it on Lizzie’s desk who was watching the interaction with wide eyes from the window. 
“Nothing we got is that good, not even the blueberry muffins.”
Tommy only stared at her. 
“Anyway, that’s all.”
She was already halfway out of Lizzie’s office, her worn Converse making squelching sounds on the floor, when Tommy called her back.
“That money was for you.”, he insisted. 
She stared at him with wide eyes.
“Oh but that’s a bit much.”
“So?”
She shook her head. 
“Well, it's too much.”
If he thought her a fool before, he considered her little more than an idiot now. 
When his disbelief kept rendering him speechless she spoke up again.
“Why don’t you put it into your charity? They’ve got a lot of flyers in the lobby and the kids probably really need it. I’ll be alright.”
Lizzie gave him a look which he tried painfully to ignore. 
“I really need to go now.”, she said with an apologetic smile, “sorry for interrupting and sorry about getting the floor all wet.”
“Can I ask you something?”, Tommy asked.
“Sure.”
“Why do you always have to smile?”
She tilted her head and frowned, but then - oh wonder - she smiled. 
“I read somewhere once about a man who wanted to kill himself - wanted to jump off of the Golden Gate bridge or something and was already on the way up but he didn’t do it ‘cause someone walked by him and wished him a good day and smiled at him. Made his day and saved his life.”
She shrugged.
“Don’t know if it’s true, but you never know I guess. Anyway, I really have to go or else you’ll have a proper puddle to remember me by.”
With that, she turned and opened the door.
“Have a great day!”, she chirped, the way she always did when he drove off, only this time it was her who was leaving. 
The End
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