#get me outof here please

[morkshark]

idk whatim doing anmyore

[ellieslittleburrow]

Resuested by @outof-spite : was wondering if you could do a winchester bros & little sister! reader where theyve been arguing constantly lately, and reader is usually combative and always argues back but, this time shes just over the arguing so she just gives up trying to argue with them and kinda goes mute?

Warnings : family fights, yelling

Pairings : Sam/Dean Winchester x sister!reader

A/N : Sorry for the late postt ❤️❤️

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Things happen, right? Misunderstandings, judgement, reproaches and blame, all of them, the worst thing that could happen to a family, more importantly-right now-to yours.

Back from a hunt gone bad, you heavily lay in the backseat of the impala, your feet hung over the left window while your head rests over the opposite side of the car.

"Hey-get your feet off my damn leather." A complaint you've heard one too many times, and one you usually fight but- this time, as a sigh leaves your lips, you uncross your legs and bring them down, consequently lifting your upper body to sit up. An avertion from your side that's different from your usual habits, causing the car to fall into heavily loud silence.

And although it is loud with almost audible thoughts and anger, you still enjoy that while it lasts.

And it fucking doesn't last, in fact, just as soon as you entered the motel, another sentence commenced by Sam sent Dean into a fury, and just as things heated up, you found yourself in the middle of it all-again-

"Hey!!-" The shout is directed at you, this you know and choose to disguard. You would answer but- your body is fatigued and so is our mind, answering seems to lead to no vail. You answer, he fights you, you all go to sleep and wake up forcebly normalizing things, as if your throats aren't sore and your brains aren't fried.

"Hey-i'm talking to you-"

The words sound more bitter this time around, and you find yourself reluctantly lifting your gaze up . You look at Dean, slow and undetermined, exhausted.

"I asked you why you did that-You could've waited for us. I know you said there was no time le-" Dean pauses. "And fucking answer me when i talk to you-"

You shrug, causing a choking gasp out of Dean. His eyes widen and he leans forward. "Are you-Is she provok-are you-"

You throw your jacket over the bed, disdain discerned in your every move and you flop on the bed, unaware of the sudden tension that-again- suddenly settles in.

But the thing is--You don't care anymore. You haven't enough energy to get you to fight them once more, neither to explain or defend yourself. Too damn fucking tired is what you are at the moment-Too damn tired of it all.

"Kid?"

You rest your hand over your forehead, closing your eyes in an effort to soothe your aching muscles, and maybe suck in a little more patience.

"Kid."

Your stomach tightens and soon, you'll recess into a bawling mess, so you get off the bed and pick up your jacket.

Please don't lead to another fight, please..You just want it all to be ov-

"What's wrong?"

You shrug once more, shaking your head to motion that all is fine before heading for the door. But Sam comes your way, blocking the door and you blow a long sigh.

"Come here"

Sam grips both of your arms and swiftly-you find yourself glued to his chest. But all happens all too fast-why would he suddenly get all feely- and before you even realize it, you find yourself pushing against him.

"'im sorry-i'm sorry."

A lump builds up in your throat and as flashes of the past few weeks occupy every single space in your brain, your breathing increases-just as it gets harder to breathe. Just the thought of it all_

Your eyes are slowly flooded with warmth, announcing the tears gathering at your eyes. You need to leave. You need to go.

You choke on a sob.

You can't do this anym- "I know, honey. I've been there. I know." And with that, another sob loudly escapes your throat and a whimper follows.

"i've been there with Dad, i didn't realize we were doing that to you-i'm sorry. I see you. I really am sorry."

You shake your head as your cries fill the room, getting increasingly louder the harder Sam rubs your back. But that's not what you need. Not for them to see you-but for them to fucking stop.

"We'll stop. We'll talk. I promise."

You pull away from him, skeptical of a promise you doubt he can hold. And just as you're about to process that, Dean speaks.

"I'm sorry too." His honest tone makes you sigh. This isn't.what.i.want.

"Sam and i are sort've used to it- we lost sight of the fact that it wasn't affecting just us, but you as well. I really am sorry." Sam looks into your eyes and you slightly lean back, averting your gaze.

"It must've been really stresstful for you the past few weeks." Taken aback by his words, you pull your chin away from his hand and turn around, wiping at your tears before resting your hand against your forehead.

"we're sorry, kid."

You shrug, still mistrusftul. Mistrustful but hopeful. Because Sam and Dean are different, fights and bad things might accure but no matter how disconnected from each other they might be, they always come back to each other. And you are no different. You know them well enough.

Your silence is apprehended as anger. "Okay..We understand, we'll leave."

But it's not anger and it's most certainly not hatred. So you envelop Sam again and bury your face in his chest.

Maybe that'll be enough for him to understand?

His surprise manifests through his still figure. "Thank you, honey." That surprise quickly dissipates and he hugs you back. "It..."

"it's going to be okay, honey. We'll make it okay."

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I hope it isn't too cringe or too cliché because like-who would say sorry in under a minute. But yeah anyway much love sorry byyiii 🍁🍁🍁❤️❤️❤️

[hitoshitoshi]

Rafayel Loves Musty Pussies! [ Rafayel x Fem!Reader 18+]

Summary: We all know that Rafayel, our beloved lemurian has a scent kinkーbut to what extent? The answer is yes. Rafayel's scent kink extends beyond perfume. CW: Degenerate and desperate Rafayel, cunnilingus, scent kink, begging, patheticness, and whimpering.

Rafayel loves shoving his face into musty pussies. He regularily spreads your legs and lays between them, taking large inhales between your legs.

Rafayel purposefully tells you to not shower for 2 days or more because he loves it when you smell 2000 x more pungent. He doesn't want to smell and taste clean skin and a hint of soap. No, he wants to smell you and taste only you.

The mustier you are, the more Rafayel whimpers in pleasure, because to him, it's your pheromones that drive him insane. He just wantsーno, he needs you so badly, and this right hereーyouーare his for the taking.

Rafayel would spread your pussy lips wide open and make sure every crevice is traced with his tongue, with the occasional:

"Mmfh... bodyguard, you taste so good."

"Such a good girl for me."

"Thats right, bodyguard, relax... just a bit more."

"I need you to sit on my face, please... I need you so badly."

And you do just that. You hover on Rafayel's face, to much of his displeasureーhe grunted as he grasped onto your thighs, yanking you down. He didn't want a pathetic hover. Rafayel wanted you to suffocate him. He needed his oxygen blocked and his mouth and nose absolutely smothered with your juicesーyour scent.

This was paradise for Rafayel. God, oh god, he loved how your thighs hugged him on each side of your face. Rafayel's face was buried between your legs, his tongue darted in and outof your pussy as he begged for more. He was desperate, needy, and couldn't get enough of your taste.

Rafayel let out a needy moan, "F-fuck... body guard," his voice was muffled as he clenched his eyes, slurping up your essence, "I need more. I need you to come all over my face". He was a mess an absolute mess. A whore for you.

"Mmfh...," Rafayel's hips bucked forward into nothing, getting hard just by being under you. His cock was leaking with pre-cum as Rafayel loved everything. The taste. The saltiness. The bitterness. The smell. He loved it. He loved it all.

Rafayel's arms wrapped tightly around your thighs, forcing you to stay in place as he lapped at your pussy like a starving dog. He held you still when you squirmed on top of him. As much as he wanted to use him as though he were your toy, he wanted to make you cum all by yourself. He wanted to you to cum from just his tongue. Rafayel loved the way you trembled on top of him. It was just more motivation because he wanted you to feel just what you make him feel.

But as time went by, the strain on Rafayel's cock was getting overwhelming, 'I need it, bodyguard, I need it so bad," He whined, his voice cracking with desperation. Rafayel looked up, meeting your gaze, and he knew he was pathetic. His eyes were teary as the bottom half of his face was soaked in your juices. His cock was flushed red and cum was dripping down from it. Rafayel needed you to touch him. He needed you to want him. To need him. To need his face, his cock, his everything. He needed your soul to need him.

"Please, please, plese," Rafayel begged, his voice was barely a whisper. "Make me cum, bodyguard... Make me come with you."

A/N: Testing the waters rn because I have a really really degenerate raf draft that's begging to be written.

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[darklydeliciousdesires]

Nine People I Want to Get to Know Better

Thanks for the tag @runnning-outof-time! Lovely to see you in my notifs again, darling K!

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Favorite color: Black

Currently reading: I'm not. I've sold my soul to the creative muse and I'm currently tits deep in the writing game with a brand new original piece (first chapter HERE if anyone is interested!)

Last song: Dark Night of the Soul - Mayhem

Last movie: Overboard. Never seen it despite being a massive Goldie Hawn fan, but I'd definitely watch it again!

Last Series: The husband made me watch The Inbetweeners last night. It's so fucking cringe!!

Sweet, Savoury or Salty: Savoury, please!

Craving: Sleep

Tea or coffee: Coffee

Currently working on: As above, my new original piece, Sanctuary :)

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Tagging: @mostly-marvel-musings @call-sign-shark @cillmequick @zablife @jvalentinesworld-cokes-hyna @jemmalynette @ginger-grimm @wonderlanddreamer @lovemissyhoneybee

[thechurchboyniall]

The new leader of peaky blinders

Summary: You and Arthur have a daughter named Lottie Shelby who is 5 years old. The business meeting takes a surprising turn.

Arthur x Y/N x OC Daughter

Fluff

A/N: This is my first fanfiction ever so please be patient with me on this one. I want to thank @runnning-outof-time for the starter tips and advice. But I especially want to thank @fiercelittlemouse for all the help, advice and motivation to get me to write this one. I could not have done it without you, Lydia you are the best ♡.

Divider by @uzmacchiato

Tommy, John and Arthur has just sat down at their table at the Garrison pub. When they hear small footsteps coming towards them. It is your and Arthur's daughter Lottie running into the room laughing and yelling.

"No mommy I don't wanna go home, I'm staying here with daddy! "

"But Lottie daddy and your uncles are having an important business meeting, and don't want to be disturbed," you say with a resigned tone.

Mostly because you knew when Lottie wanted something especially surrounding her dad, she did not take no for an answer. You sigh and look with pleading eyes at your husband for help, but he just smiles at your daughter.

"Lottie sweetheart I give you one more chance to get out here please." You say in hopes she would give up, but she had other plans. She runs for protection behind her uncle John and screams

"John ! Help me hide from mommy, so she won't take me."

John just laughs at her. Then help her under the table and hides her behind his legs. John looks at you

"Y/N you know  I can’t say no to that cute little face, when she asks for me help." He says with a humble expression. You try to give him an annoyed look, but can't help but smile when you hear Lottie giggle under the table. Even Tommy found it quite cute, you can just make out a small smirk on his face. You look at Arthur again and this time the two of you get eye contact, he is smiling at you now.

"It's okay luv, she can stay in ere with us. Innit that right Tommy ?" Arthur looks over at his brother for confirmation. Tommys gives him a nod and takes out a cigarette from his pocket and lights it.     Arthur turns his attention back to Lottie and tells her with a more serious tone. 

"Now princess you can stay, if you keep quiet and don't interrupt us adults aight."

"Okay daddy, I promise." She says with her most innocent puppy eyes. But quickly looks over at John with a mischievous smirk. John chuckles but covers it with a cough and winks at her. Luckily Arthur doesn't notice, he lifts her up on the couch. 

"Good girl, you can sit on me lap." He adds and opens his arm for her to move over. 

Lottie listens carefully to what Tommy has to say, even if she doesn't really understand everything. What she picks up is that he talks about races and horses. She likes how powerful he sounds when he talks and how John and her dad take in every word Tommy says. Lottie wants to have that much power over people too, because right now everyone just thinks she is a cute child, nothing else. So when uncle Tommy stops talking, she takes her chance before her dad or John says anything. Quickly she stands up on Arthur's lap and with all the confidence she have says

" In my opinion I think you should bet on Sunflower to win the race." All three men look at her surprise, but let her talk further.

"He is the fastest horse I have ever seen, also the prettiest." She adds in shyly.

"She is a Shelby aight!, knows how to take control over the conversation. You have some competition Tommy," Arthur says proudly with a big smile on his face. Then he puts his hat on Lotties head, but it's way too big on her, so it slides down over her eyes. 

"Is that so Lottie, are you coming after me job aye? " Tommy looks over at Lottie with a half serious half pleased face.

"Maybe I am." Lottie says with confidence to her uncle.

For the rest of the meeting she sits quietly in Arthurs lap. As the meeting passes by, she gets bored of all the talk from the men and eventually falls asleep in her dads arms.

[ceirinen]

December 2023

I decided to make a list of every fic I read each month.

I would like to interact more, but life has been complicated recently and when it comes to interacting, I get very anxious which is something I'm trying to overcome.

So, here I made this to appreciate such amazing writers and stories that inspire me and others everyday. To the authors, I want to thank them for their dedication and time spent on writing to offer us fascinating stories.

I totally recommend their work.

(If you are in this list and you don't want to, please let me know so I can fix it).

@cillianmesoftlyyy

So New | Cillian Murphy x fem!reader Method Acting | young!Cillian Murphy x Reader

@runnning-outof-time

Research | Tommy Shelby x Reader Bedtime Stories | Tommy Shelby x Reader & Daughter

@zablife

teacher!Luca Changretta x Reader Funeral | Tommy Shelby x sister!reader A Visit to the Peaky Blinders Set | Cillian Murphy x wife!reader

@gypsy-girl-08

Festive Spirit | modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader All I Need... | modern!Thomas Shelby x Reader A Gentle Warning | Thomas Shelby x wife!Reader

@pacifymebby

Arthur Shelby x Reader

@fkmarrycill

Pre-Gaming | Cillian Murphy x Reader

@holacia3

Lost and Lucky | modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader Surprise visit | modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader

@beastofburdenxo

Let Me Praise You | Tommy Shelby x Reader Raising Catherine | Tommy Shelby x Reader

@look-at-the-soul

If I let you go | Cillian Murphy x Reader

@your-nanas-house

What does my princess want? | sugar daddy!Cillian Murphy x sugar baby!reader I'm pretty sure you're mine | sub!William Killick x dom!fem!Reader What are we, idiot? | Neil Lewis x best friend!Reader Thirsty | Tommy Shelby x secretary!Reader

@raincoffeeandfandoms

To the end of the world | Alfie Solomons x fem!oc Tommy, the teddy bear | Alfie Solomons x fem!oc Emergency surgery | baby!Tommy Shelby Fanfiction | Alfie Solomons x fem!oc Anon | Alfie Solomons

@lis-likes-fics

Loner | Edward Cullen x Reader At the End of the Day | Tommy Shelby x wife!Reader

@rafeology

Mentor!Finnick Odair x victor!reader

@wife-of-all-dilfs

Flower Therapy | Finnick Odair x Reader

@darlingsfandom

Cillian Murphy x Reader Tommy Shelby x artist!reader Soft sugar daddy | Robert Fischer x Reader

@pinguwrites

Home Is Where the Heart Is | William Killick x future!reader

@http-finnick

Skin to skin | Finnick Odair x fem!insomniac!reader

@acewritesfics

Lost Love | Tommy Shelby x Reader 36 Minutes | modern! Tommy Shelby x Reader

@dearshelby

Had you first | Tommy Shelby x Reader Little Tommy | Thomas Shelby x oc

@lau219

Red Carpet | Cillian Murphy x Reader

@peakyswritings

I Do Bad Things | demon!Tommy x Reader

@shelbystales

Ceramic Lessons | Cillian Murphy x Reader

@darthannie

Day eighteen: breeding kink with Lenny Miller | Lenny Miller x f!Reader

@hllywdwhre

Afterglow | Cillian Murphy x Reader

@red-write-hand

I'll be home for Christmas | Thomas Shelby x Reader

@mysaintkitten

Bad Behaviour | Mike Kiernan x fem!Reader

@notyour-valentine

The Spirits that I summoned | young!Tommy Shelby

@brummiereader

No Son Of Mine | Tommy Shelby

@youbyradiohead

Strawberry Syrup | Cillian Murphy x Reader

@cillianthinker

British accent | Cillian Murphy x Reader Young and in love | Cillian Murphy x Reader

@cillspropertea

Coming home | Cillian Murphy x Reader

@cillmequick

Operation Christmas Tree | modern!Tommy Shelby x fem!Reader

[zablife]

Alright so I know this isn’t Tommy but it’s cute and has spicy potential soooo… here we are. Do with it what you will, including nothing at all if you get too many of these, xxxx

Tysm for this amazing inspo, Alex! I always think of this as young Tommy and Greta for some reason 🥹 That's what I've written here, only I've made it a reader insert. I hope you enjoy the fluff!

Two Left Feet

"Tommy, are you drunk?" you giggled, pressing your nose into your boyfriend's freckled face with a slight hiccup.

"No, but I think you may be, love," he teased.

"Not enough to tell you don't know what you're doing," you scolded, dropping your gaze to his uncoordinated feet.

Tommy only shrugged in reply.

"Hasn't anyone ever taught you?" you asked incredulously.

Now that he had been pressed for an answer, heat radiated off Tommy's bright red cheeks, a combination of embarrassment and cheap whiskey mingling beneath his skin. "Erm, no," he confessed with a shake of his head, fringe falling over his deep blue eyes.

You retreated from his embrace suddenly, taking him by surprise. Then you stole his glass, placing it upon a nearby shelf.

"I wasn't done!" he protested with furrowed brow.

"Now you are. You need to pay attention to me," you informed him as you returned to his waiting arms.

"Oh, I will," he promised with a wide grin.

Slapping him on the shoulder you corrected, "To my feet!"

"Didn't know you enjoyed that sort of thing," he mumbled.

"Tommy, please concentrate," you begged, urging him to hold his frame properly. "Now move on my count. Right foot first, 1-2-3-4," you chimed like the old clock in the hall.

Tommy stared at his feet as he moved, trying to do exactly as you said, but he managed to step directly on your big toe with a stomp.

"Ouch!" you squealed, recoiling in pain. "Right foot, Tom! Not left," you winced.

"It seems I've only got two left feet, sweetheart," he chuckled heartily.

You winced at his silly joke, but soon found yourself laughing along with him as he twirled you into oblivion, making you forget all about your throbbing foot.

When his lack of rhythm inevitably landed you on the sofa in a tangled heap, he cupped your face and offered an apology. "You're right, I'm no good at dancing." You nodded in agreement as he raised an eyebrow in your direction, "Would you like to see some of my other talents though?"

Zablife Sleepover

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[little-diable]

I Remember Everything - Tommy Shelby (smut)

Written for my lovely @runnning-outof-time - I hope this is what you had in mind with this story. Inspired by Zach Bryan's song "I Remember Everything". Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Tommy only smiles when he gets to drink, (y/n) only dares to marvel at her best friend when he’s distracted. A rising sun and moments shared since childhood days finally bring the two closer together.

Warnings: 18+, piv smut, quite soft smut, friends to lovers, some angst because of family troubles, mentions that the reader didn’t have an easy past but nothing specific

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x fem!reader (about 2.5k words)

An eerie silence wrapped itself around the two. His piercing eyes kept staring at the almost empty glass of his, trying to burn holes into the shards that could easily cut his aching heart. She wanted to speak up, wanted to break through the silence that grew thicker like soldiers moving closer with their unbreakable shield wall, but she couldn’t.

She watched him pour alcohol down his throat, one glass after another, desperately trying to drown his pain, his guilt, his anger in one of the devil’s finest creations. Her mouth was dry, throat tight, unable to speak to the man she longed for, desperately trying to soothe his pain.

It had always been like this, ever since they’ve been young children. He’d keep his every sorrow bottled in, relying on his closest friend to take away the pain he couldn’t get rid of without her help. Tommy Shelby was a good man, a man with a pure heart and too much blood sticking to his fingers, but Tommy Shelby was also a blind man, an overly oblivious man, not seeing through the pain (y/n) had to carry around with herself, unable to rely on the friend who could only worry about his business.

Whenever the ship he was sailing through uneasy waters was close to sinking, wood soaked through like the fabric tied to the high mast, she’d sail next to him, dragging him through every storm he found himself trapped in. Though while he mistook it for simple coincidences, allowing her to turn up whenever he needed him, she grew more uneasy by the minute, wondering how much longer she’d be able to keep up this charade.

“You see, Tommy.” She cleared her throat, fingers interlaced in her lap as if she was about to start praying. “You know by now that I’ll do whatever I can to help you, that’s what you called me here for after all, I guess. But I can’t help if you don’t tell me what happened.”

A humourless laugh left the man who forced yet another cigarette between his lips, lips (y/n) found herself aching for whenever she got the time to marvel at the handsome man. Fuck, she wished she didn’t remember every moment on the days and nights she spent with him, and yet she couldn’t get rid of them, forced into her memories like the languages she had once been forced to learn, speaking them all too effortlessly by now.

“Do you remember how we’d sneak out at night to watch the sunrise?” Her soft voice filled the room once again, finally managing to force a smile onto his lips. To others it was an unfamiliar sight, Tommy Shelby wasn’t one to smile around others, wasn’t one to give away the emotions he found himself guided by, but with her it had always been different, with her it had always been transparent, well, besides the emotions both fostered for one another, unable to act on them. “Come.”

(Y/n) rose to her feet, hand stretched out for Tommy to take. It took him a moment to rise to his feet, cigarettes and alcohol long forgotten as she guided him out into the cold night. No words were spoken as he wrapped his arm around her middle, keeping her close in an almost too protective matter. Her heart pounded in her chest, a tad bit too fast, and yet slow enough to keep the way he made her feel hidden from his sharp gaze and his curious ears.

Both knew the route to that one empty house by heart, they’d always find their way to it, no matter where in the city they were staying at. But today both didn’t walk with fast steps, no, today they took their time, not wanting to let the passing by seconds turn into minutes and hours all too quickly.

“I’ve always wondered how you could so easily trust and help people you meet. It’s like a gift, a talent I can’t help but be jealous of.” Tommy’s soft voice cut through the fog of silence, tightening his grip on (y/n) as her eyes met his. The sounds of their steps echoed through the night, through the almost empty streets they’ve been waking for years. “You’ve been hurt, beaten, and abused. I’ve once sworn that I’ll kill whoever dares to touch you, and yet you managed to forgive them, each and every one of them. How?”

“Who is it, Tommy? What happened?” The two came to a halt in front of the old brick house as he let go of her to push his weight against the wooden door. It took him a few tries to finally open it, allowing them to step into the dark house. Tommy ignored her question, keeping quiet as they walked up the stairs, one by one, climbing higher like lost souls walking the stairs to a new life. But nothing new was awaiting the two up there, nothing but a still somewhat dark sky.

“You know, you’ve changed a lot, you’ll never be the man that you always swore, Tommy, but I know you’re no stranger to forgiveness. I think you’re afraid of it, whatever it is that plagues your mind.” The two entered the roof - with another cigarette placed between his lips and his fingers aching for yet another glass, Tommy walked closer to the edge of the familiar ground. She watched the smoke leave his nostrils, blown into the night like the lives he had taken over the past years, rising numbers that evaporated into the thin air, forgotten names and fates they no longer recalled.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of, not when you know that you’re being betrayed, not when you know that those you should trust the most are trying to sell your life to the highest bidder.” A sharp inhale of the cold air was sucked into (y/n)’s lungs, arms wrapped around herself as she stepped closer to him. With her eyes set on the horizon, on the rising sun, she placed her chin on his shoulder, not daring to move. For a few more moments they cherished the quietness, watching the sky turn into the rawest colours known to humankind.

Tommy’s hand found hers, resting on his shoulder like it had done numerous times before. Slowly he turned towards (y/n), hand finding her chin to keep her eyes on him. (Y/n) always felt naked beneath his gaze, trying to cover up as if she was scared that her body would tell him all about the love she fostered for him. But Tommy didn’t give her the chance to move, thumb softly stroking her cold skin.

Both couldn’t help but ache for one another, though keeping quiet - even as (y/n) nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck. His hand found the back of her head, softly stroking her hair, eyes focused on the orange sky. Whenever he had found the strength to speak up, he had begged (y/n) to stay around till the sun would rise, needing to hold her close like a life vest meant to save him. She was everything he wished he didn’t ache for but desperately did.

“I love you, Tommy. No matter what, I’ll always be there for you.” She pressed a kiss to his throat, making his eyes flutter close at the unexpected gesture.

“Don’t make promises like that, (y/n). I’m no good friend, I’m selfish for keeping you around, but you’re the only good thing keeping me sane.” (Y/n) pushed him away to get a look at his features, all too used to the pain swimming in Tommy's bright pupils. She cupped his face with both hands, keeping the man close as she shook her head, wondering how she could explain to him that he was all she needed.

“We both know that’s not true, you’re my best friend, I’d die for you in a heartbeat, and I know you’d do the same for me.” Tommy gently pushed her hands away, eyes fluttering close for a second before a scoff left him. His hand rubbed his tired eyes, trying to hold back the words that no longer could be stopped from rolling off his tongue.

“Best friend, fuck, I wish that’d be enough for me, but it no longer is. I’ve been stupid, keeping my mouth shut for your own sake, but everything is burning around me, what loss will it be if I add more fuel to the flames, eh?” She didn’t understand what he was talking about, eyebrows furrowed, lips slightly parted. With dilated pupils (y/n) watched him step closer once again, cupping her cheek with one hand, while the other found her neck.

His warm breath clashed against her tingling lips, wondering what he was about to do. They didn’t break eye contact, wondering who’d start moving first. (Y/n) felt her heart pounding, racing in her chest as her mind slowly began to realise what was about to happen. His lips found hers, kissing (y/n) slowly to give her the chance to pull away should she want to escape from this moment. But she didn’t, she was frozen to the ground, lips moving in sync with Tommy’s.

The sky looked as if it was burning, the flames kept rising higher, setting their bodies ablaze with its strength. Their moans rippled through them, echoing through the early morning like shots being fired in the distance. Tommy tasted of cigarettes, of the alcohol he had forced down his throat an hour ago, while (y/n) tasted of home, of a feeling so unfamiliar Tommy found himself addicted within moments.

Both broke the kiss with aching lungs, needing to catch their breath as he pressed his forehead against hers. Neither Tommy nor (y/n) dared to speak up, relishing in one another’s touch. Their bodies moved them down the stairs of the house, into the morning, with interlaced fingers and intertwined souls. He guided her back through the streets, finding their way to her apartment, to the home she had bought years ago and couldn’t dare to think of parting from it ever again.

“Tommy?” (Y/n) whispered his name as they shrugged out of their coats and stepped out of their shoes, finding back together at the first chance to move. “What does this mean?" She gestured between the both of them, staring at Tommy as if he was God himself, about to answer her every question. "I love you, but I can’t just be an easy distraction for you.”

“I love you more than I’ll ever be able to express with words, with gifts, with gestures. You’re my home, (y/n). I once swore to always protect you, eh? I won’t hurt you, I promise.” He kissed her once again, allowing her gleeful chuckles to vibrate on his lips as she guided him into her bedroom, begging Tommy to show her how much he loved her, needing to feel him close.

“You’ll be the death of me, Tommy Shelby, what would my mother say when she’d see us like this?” His skilled fingers popped open the buttons of her dress one by one, letting the dark fabric fall to the ground as he pushed it down her shoulders.

“She’d force me to come to church with her, she’d wash my hands with holy water and would try to hide me away from your father. I'd probably be shipped off to some monastery, forced to become a priest. My eternal punishment for blemishing her daughter's soul.” (Y/n)‘s loud laugh echoed through her bedroom, a sound that was swallowed by her moans seconds later as he kissed her neck, pulling her into his chest. Her fingers started moving, freeing him of his vest, his shirt, and his trousers. Both were in a hurry to get one another naked, not wanting to give the fabrics keeping them apart any more time to distract them.

“Make me yours, forever.” Her sultry voice left the man groaning, pushing her down on her bed as he crawled up her frame, nestling between her thighs. Their kiss grew hungrier, sloppier as his hand moved down her frame, stroking her breasts, teasing her hardening nipples before he finally found her aching core. She was soaked, dripping for the man who found himself smiling down on her. It was unfamiliar to her, seeing him smile without any alcohol near, and yet (y/n) couldn’t help but pray that she’d get to see this smile more often from now on.

“I’ve always wondered if I’d eventually get to see you like this, bare for me, for my eyes only. But this is better than I could have ever imagined.” Tommy’s praises left her gasping, eyes fluttering close as he circled her clit with his fingers, making her hyperaware of his every touch.

“Need you inside of me, Tommy, please. We’ve wasted too much time already.” A hum left him as he let go of her, pumping his cock for a few seconds before he spat down on it, lubing himself up. With one of her arms finding it’s way around his neck and her legs clinging to his waist, Tommy allowed himself to push into her, slowly, carefully.

Her walls pulsed around him, begging him to build a comfortable rhythm. Their bodies met with every thrust, pushed closer and closer together as they shared the love they felt without any words being spoken. Their bodies perfectly moved together, pushing them higher and higher with every thrust, with every moment where he pressed against her swollen spot, with every circling motion around her pulsing bundle of nerves.

Neither of them had ever experienced something this raw, something this full of emotions, something this intimate. No matter how many times they’ve been touched by lovers, strangers, and those they no longer could remember, it had never been this intense, this raw, this exciting.

“You’re so big, stretching me so good, don’t ever stop Tommy, don’t ever let me go, keep me forever.” Her whispers were torn between sobs and moans, a sound so beautiful Tommy wanted to record it, to keep it stored in his memories like the first time he had heard his son laugh. His lips found hers, sealing the promise with a loving kiss.

His pace grew rougher, chasing both their arising highs, set on pushing one another over the edge within the next moments. (Y/n) gave in first, eyes rolling back into her head, forcing her fingernails to scratch at his skin, leaving marks down his muscular back. He kept fucking her, forcing his cock to disappear deeper and deeper inside of her till his orgasm clawed through him, painting her walls white.

“I love you.” Her words left him smiling, letting go of her to reach for a tissue. Tommy took his time with cleaning her up before he pulled her into his chest, cradling her closer and closer.

“I’ll get you a ring in the afternoon.” She froze in his grasp, confused eyes flickering up to his. An almost boyish grin stuck to his lips, tilting his head down to kiss her slightly swollen lips. “You want forever, and I promise to give it to you, even if it’s the last promise I’ll be able to keep.”

I wish I didn't, but I do, remember every moment on the nights with you

[littlepeakydevil]

New Blog Username, New Me

This got long so if you don't want to read all my ramblings and just get to the point of this post, you can scroll to the bottom to find a summary of the changes I'm making.

Oh, boy.

Over the last few weeks I've been really re-evaluating how I go about participating in fandom and my own writing. And I've come to the conclusion that a lot of the habits and expectations that I've been putting on myself are not healthy and have been causing me a lot more stress than I even realized.

Originally I was going to start a whole new blog, but decided that I can't be bothered to go through all the headaches that would most likely entail. But I am going to be changing my username.

Of course I still plan to interact with everyone's fics and OC postings. None of that is likely to change. Regarding Lucy and my fics, that's another topic...

There are some changes that I want to make to Lucy and her story. I started writing fics with her years ago, and at the time I did not expect her to become my primary OC. And now, I fully expect that I probably won't have another leading OC again, because I can't imagine ever letting her go. The stories I work on will likely always center her (and Tommy since they're a package deal) in one way or another.

However. There are a few adjustments I desperately want to make to her, but have avoided doing so because I felt like I couldn't for one reason or another.

Most of the changes won't impact what you all overall know about her. I need to whittle down and reorganize her family tree because it's a mess and way too large for me to handle. But generally I'm not changing her story in the fics I've already posted. Though I will tweak a few things here and there.

But the big thing I want to change about her is her name.

When I first created her, I thought I would just do the Love Me Where I'm Most Ruined series (though not nearly as big as it ended up being) and that would be it. So I just slapped a placeholder name on her and then somehow I never got around to changing it. And then didn't change it because I felt like I was "locked in" to using it.

This is something that has been bugging me for over a year, and it will continue to bug me for forever if I don't change it. I want to make it clear that I don't at all expect anyone to go back and change her name if you've used her in any of your own fics. And if you prefer to keep referring to her as Lucy in your stories, you are more than welcome to keep doing so.

As of right now, I'm planning to repost the rewritten versions of my fics to both here and AO3. So please bear with me while I do that, as it may take a while. I plan to keep up the older versions of the fics--at least until the rewritten ones are all up.

Good grief, this post ended up a LOT longer than intended, so I'll wrap things up here, and if anyone has any questions about any of this, feel free to leave them for me in the comments/reblogs or my askbox.

Love you all, and thank you for your support, always. 🖤

So, the gist is:

Username changed from @mischievouslittlecreature → @littlepeakydevil

Lucy Winters name change to → Lily Callaghan

Was I using the name penname Lily to try to trick my brain into being okay with it not being her name? Maybe. 🤭

My penname → Lauren

Tagging some of my moots who will probably want to be made aware of all of this: @shelbydelrey @moral-terpitude @zablife @call-sign-shark @cillmequick @runnning-outof-time @peakyswritings @brummiereader @justrainandcoffee @evita-shelby @lunarubra @toms-cherry-trees

[acewritesfics]

Drabble 08 | TOMMY SHELBY

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: From @/runnning-outof-time for a drabble challenge

Fic Type: gif drabble

Warnings: None

Word Count: 205

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“I was beginning to think that you didn’t get my note,” Tommy says as he sees Y/N walking towards him. He’d gotten Finn to deliver a note asking her to meet him under the bridge they usually meet at.

“I did,” she tells him truthfully. “Finn didn’t seem too pleased to be your errand boy.”

“He’s the only one who wouldn’t have asked questions,” he tells her. “I’m glad you came.”

“I wasn’t sure if I should but I know you well enough to know that if I didn’t come, you would have come looking for me,” she admits. And she wasn’t wrong. He’d been waiting 5 minutes and he was ready to go find her himself. “It’s been three weeks, Tom. Why did you want to see me now?”

“I was putting everything in order,” he tells her. “I’ve left her, Y/N. I’ve left her because I can’t hide that I am in love with you anymore. It’s always been you.”

“I’m in love with you too, Thomas,” she smiles, feeling her heart swell with all the love she holds for him. “And for me, it’s always been you.”

Tommy smiles, relief flooding him as he pulls her into him and kisses her deeply.

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[lau219]

Ok ya’ll, here’s how it’s gonna go. I will post the mood board for a story first, and then the corresponding story the following night. I realize this may make some of you impatient for the story, but anticipation is part of the fun…and it’s the only way I’ll have enough stuff to spread out over the entirety of October. 🤣

Depending on how things go, I’ll likely also be posting some teaser mood boards for future chapters of After Hours, as well as an update with the next chapter. That will be the only WIP I will be updating during Kinktober, however.

Each night that I share something, I will post at 7:00 pm CST 🕖

HOWEVER, I will not be posting every night. I cannot say right now that there’ll be any sort of consistency or pattern with posting (i.e. every other day, every Tuesday and Saturday, etc.) so don’t ask. I’ll post when I can/when stuff is ready, but it’ll likely be at least two or three times per week. I can’t promise any regularity beyond that. Know that if you pester me about posting, I will stop tagging you. Please remember, I have a full-time job and a child, so kindly STFU. 🤣

Also, I would like to stress that although the images of female bodies that I use in my mood boards are of white, perfect-bodied women, this is NOT meant to be taken as non-inclusive of ANYONE. I myself am no ideal supermodel, but as many of you may know, these are the majority of images one can find out there. So don’t give me any crap about only using photos of white, skinny females. Whatever your race or body type, use your imagination and put yourself in the story. Period. Again, if I get grief about this, I’ll stop tagging you, and if it’s sent anonymously, I will not reply in any way.

Additionally, please remember that I’m doing this for you guys, it’s meant to be enjoyable for me, and it’s a favor for you. To that point — PLEASE interact/comment/re-blog. That is the least you can do for any writer, especially if they are fulfilling your personal request. And again, if I get pestered about posting frequency, you’re off the tag list and/or your anon hate will not be acknowledged.

Finally, ALL OF THIS IS SUBJECT TO CHANGE AT ANY TIME. I’m optimistically hopeful that I will be able to get to everything in the month of October, but I cannot guarantee that I will. As I’ve mentioned previously, I’ll be doing a “Thanksmutting” in November to share any remaining stuff that I didn’t get to during Kinktober. Again, if you have any complaints about this, you may as well show yourself the door right now. There it is. Go. 🚪

I don’t say any of this to be a bitch hole; I say it as a person asking for basic human respect. If you can’t get on board with that, go head for that door I just mentioned. 👉

With all that being said, my first post to kick off Kinktober will be tomorrow evening, with the mood board for *drumroll*………

🤍 Jonathan Crane x Reader Research Assistant

Y/N has been Jonathan Crane’s research assistant for a year now, and despite his extremely stoic and clinical demeanor, she has a hopeless crush on him. But she also wants badly to impress him, and she’s constantly striving to be the ideal assistant. Little does she know that Jonathan has spent the last year carefully assessing and analyzing her, not only because he’s secretly wanted her all along, but also to learn her desires and the ins and outs of exactly how to make her fall apart for him.

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[anotherblinder]

Talk

Previous Parts || Betrayal P1|| Reunion P2 || He Wanted His POV||

Summary || After finding Alfie, you go talk with Thomas

Word Count || 1.1k

Pairing || Thomas Shelby x Reader

Warnings || Alfie s4 spoilers, mentions of being shot, swears

Notes || Yes this series is still going! There will either be one or 2 main parts after this one and one side one like He Wanted. I hope you all enjoy! And since this is my story Reader and Alfie still have Cyril. special shout out to @runnning-outof-time for helping me sort a few things out for this chapter. please go read her her she's amazing!

Rage, fear, pain. All those things you felt as you look at your husband. Lying in bed, nearly dead from a gunshot to the head. You’ve barely slept as you’ve tended to him. Alfie hasn’t woken up yet, it’s given you plenty of time to figure out what to say when he does. God, he thought the best way out was by having him killed. How selfish could he be? The deal was in sickness and in health. Did Alfie really think you’d turn away from him because of his skin cancer? Using the betrayal to Thomas as a way to get a quick death. Or maybe you were being selfish excepting him to fight through it. 

Damn Thomas Shelby for doing as he asked. He could have just walked away, he should have. You knew he was a man of his word though. It was something you admired about him. Even now. Sighing, you stood from your seat and lightly placed your hand on Alfie’s cheek as you leaned over him and placed a kiss on his head. Scratching Cyril’s head as he lay next to Alfie, you left the room. You had a destination in mind, you needed to talk to Thomas.  

A wave of nostalgia hit you as you walked through the door of the Garrison. You haven’t been here since that night. Could never bring yourself to come in because he owned it. Thomas would always be there and you never wanted to see him again. Now you wanted to shoot him in the head yourself. But since he’s been working with Alfie you’ve felt yourself slightly soften on him. Slightly. 

“I never thought I’d see the day when you walked through those doors again.” 

Turning your head to the familiar voice, a smile came to your face. One of apology and greeting. Polly gave you a smile, as she always did, as she walked up to you.  

“Neither did I, but I have to speak with,” You hesitated almost calling him a more familiar name, “Thomas.” 

“He’s home right now. But I have something for you.” Polly said 

Curiosity took over as you watched her walk away to the back office. What could she possibly want to give to you? Moments later Polly came back holding a letter. Now you were really curious. The smile she gave you held something you couldn’t really tell. She handed it over and you saw your name scribbled on top of it with his writing. There was a hesitation in taking it. You never fully forgave Thomas, so you weren’t sure if you wanted to take the letter, she was giving you. Sighing, after a moment you took it from her and stared at the paper in your hand.  

“Tommy always talked about giving it to you. Just never got the balls to do it. You need to talk with him.” 

“About more than one thing it seems.” You muttered 

You opened the letter and read over it. A feeling came over you, one you couldn’t place. It was obvious he wrote it after the fight years ago. You were tired, you missed him. Over the years you grew over your anger. The only one that stood right now is he shot your husband. Folding up the letter, you said goodbye to Polly and left the Garrison. The drive to Arrow house wasn’t bad as your mind was too preoccupied with what you were going to say. You wanted to keep a level head as much as possible. The car stopped and you stepped out. Not bothering to wait for your door to be opened. Walking up to the door you knocked and patiently waited for an answer. Not long after the door was opened, and you came face to face with a woman. From her outfit she is a maid in the house. You gave her a smile and fought the urge to just turn around and drive back home. Having some regret in coming to talk. 

“May I help you ma'am?” She politely asked  

“Yes, I’m here to talk to Mr. Shelby.”  

“I’m sorry he’s not taking people at the moment.” 

You held back a sigh as you looked at the woman. You knew she was just doing her job, but this was slightly getting on your already worked up nerves. Discreetly you let out a sigh and gave her a nod. Maybe you should just turn around and go home. This could be a sign to just say fuck it and never come back again. Then you saw the image of Alfie lying there in bed and couldn’t bring yourself to leave. You had to talk to Tommy, it was years overdue. 

“Tell him Mrs. Solomons needs to speak with him, please.”  

The maid paused at the door, and you could tell she was just as annoyed as you were. It was obvious most people just walked away hearing that. Only you weren’t leaving and if he said no, you were going to storm into his office yourself. Going home without a talk wasn’t an option. After a moment she opened the door wider and directed you to step inside. 

“Please wait here as I talk to Mr. Shelby.” She informed you  

“Thank you,” you replied as she walked away. 

It was a nice home; you were glad Thomas was finally getting the life he deserved. Well, some of it at least. You’d be lying if you said you never imagined this being your home with Thomas by your side. It seemed the future had very different plans for you. You saw the picture of Grace and still couldn’t help the pit of hatred you felt for her. Had she never gotten into his life, you’d still be in it. But she sabotaged your relationship with him. For that you’ll never forgive Grace. What you could feel happiness for, was the joy and happiness she brought to Thomas in the time they were together. For that you will be forever grateful to her. Heels clicking against the floor brought your attention to the maid coming back over to you. Seemingly annoyed but doing a good job masking it. Only you could see right through it.  

“Mr. Shelby will see you in his office. If you’ll follow me, please.” She spoke 

“No need, I can get there myself. Thank you.”  

You walked past her and walked over to his office door. There was no turning back now. Taking a deep breath, you entered the room. This wasn’t the first time you’ve been here. No, you’ve been a few times when Alfie had to deal with business and wanted you by his side. This was the first time you’re here alone. Thomas sat at his desk, but his attention turned to the door as you came in. Both of you stared at the other in silence before you fully stepped into the room and closed the door behind you. 

“Tommy, we need to talk.” 

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[maximumprime]

I don't think that's the focus!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GET ME OUTOF HERE PLEASE I CAN'T TALK IT ANYMORE

[zablife]

Tachipen 7 Teaser

Author's Note: Believe it or not this series is quite dear to my heart and the lack of updates is only bc I want to get it right before sharing. I apologize for the lack of content, but to make up for the delay, I share a teaser for part 7. I hope you enjoy it! Please let me know your thoughts to keep me motivated and I promise to share more soon. I will be posting the last of my 2K celebration fics in the next few days and then my attention will be focused on finishing this chapter, I swear!!

Masterlist

1919

It had been two months since John’s marriage and you weren’t any closer to forgetting the way he woke you in the morning with a hot cup of coffee and a roguish smile. You hated the solitude of the early morning light now, the way it found you curled up against the headboard, fearful of its rays, knowing you’d been awake for hours contemplating the nightmares of the long night that came before. 

“Y/n?” A voice called through the fog, it echoed over the rolling hills toward you as you galloped toward the unfamiliar sound. A little further and you would solve the mystery of the one who called to you in the darkness. You sunk your heels into the gray mare purposefully, determined to catch up when a gunshot rang out. Suddenly you were standing over a grave, fresh dirt covering your boots. Your shivering form kept you from moving one toe toward the edge to see who it might be. “Keep away,” the voice warned, an icy hand grasping your shoulder and waking you with a start.

A sheen of sweat covered your body and you pulled yourself from the old tick mattress to dress for the day. Trying to act casually, you brushed past Polly to retrieve a mug of tea, but she turned you around to face her with a look of concern in her hazel eyes. You were gaunt these days, dark circles beneath your eyes from lack of sleep. Sometimes she wondered if it was heartbreak over John, something she’d only become aware of after the wedding. However, your trembling form convinced her this was something more. 

“I know something’s wrong, love. Won’t you tell me what it is?” she pleaded.

You gulped as you realized Polly could read you like a book and decided to confess the awful plight you’d been suffering. Within the span of a few minutes, you’d confided everything. 

“I had the same dream again last night, Pol,” you said, looking into your mug fearfully. Eyes growing wide you continued haltingly, afraid to say what you’d only heard your relatives speak of in hushed whispers. “I know what this is…Means there’s a traitor…someone who wants to do me harm,” you admitted as you brought your fingers to your mouth and viciously bit at your cuticles.

Polly looked away momentarily, eyes scanning the wallpaper over your head as she thought. Then she reached for your hand, placing hers over your bleeding fingertips with gentle reassurance. “These kinds of dreams can mean a lot of things. I wouldn’t pay them any mind,” she said softly.

You shook your head violently in response. “No, Pol. I know this means someone here is not what they seem. There’s betrayal here,” you whispered fiercely, glancing around the room with a suspicious gaze.

Polly looked at you, assessing the fear she saw clawing out of your eyes and nodded with renewed understanding. She rubbed a thumb over the back of your hand as she proclaimed slowly, “A black cat dream can mean you’re hurting yourself, betraying yourself.” Then she stared deeply into your eyes. “Are you sure there isn’t something you’re not being honest about?” 

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[little-diable]

Chi‘s Birthday Bash 🎉

So 🤭 some of you may know that my birthday is upon us very soon (Feb 5th) and I’d like to do something for it on here.

I decided I’ll accept some requests this week (until the 9th of February), so, please choose one of the following characters and one of the lyrics you can find below. I will only do each lyrics once!

Characters:

Dean Winchester

Carlisle Cullen

Jasper Hale

Charlie Swan

Tommy Shelby

Priest!Tom Riddle

Sihtric + Finan

Lyrics (all will include smut):

"I'm just curious, is this for real or just an act? Can't tell if you love or hate me, never met someone like that." - Tate McRae Greedy (Tommy)

"All you have is your fire, and the place you need to reach. Don't you ever tame your demons, but always keep them on a leash." - Hozier Arsonist's Lullabye (Finan+Sihtric)

"And the mermaids, they come once a year, they climb the struts of Brighton Pier, they come to drink, they come to dance, to sacrifice a human heart." Florence + the Machine Mermaids (Jasper)

"It don't matter if you're standing in the rain, we're all trying to get to heaven on a hell-bound train." Noah Derksen Heaven on a Hellbound Train (Tommy)

"Don't wanna take you back to my place, let's go burn these backwoods down back ways." Taela rollin'

"I've had my eyes on you for more than a minute. Girl, I admit it, I'm about to lose my mind." Kameron Marlowe Nothin' Slowin' Us Down (Carlisle)

"I wanna make your dreams come true, I think I'm in love with you." Chris Stapleton Think I'm In Love With You (Dean)

"Baby, if it feels good, then it can't be bad." Ethel Cain Gibson Girl (Finan+Sihtric)

"I don't believe in God, but I believe that you're my savior." Gigi Perez Sailor Song (Dean)

"They don't know 'bout who we are, they don't know 'bout you and I, they ain't know 'bout the stars of your eyes." Kaleo Hot Blood (Tommy)

Grateful for signal boosts!

Tagging some mutuals

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[lau219]

Ooooo, @runnning-outof-time , this already has me intrigued! Please tag me once you have it ready!

As for myself, I don’t want to reveal too much, and the full chapter of this may likely come out yet (late) tonight. But here’s a little snippet that doesn’t give too much away. This is from the next chapter in my modern Tommy Shelby series called Enemies with Benefits.

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Speaking of Tommy, Y/N discreetly looked around the large main living area as Polly led her further inside, but she didn’t see him among all the people.

As she took in her surroundings, Y/N smiled to herself at finally seeing the place Tommy called home, noting that it fit him perfectly. The vibe of the entire place was sophisticated yet relaxed, and the furniture, artwork, and general style throughout was smoothly masculine yet inviting. As Polly gave her a brief tour, Y/N smiled again as she noticed the stacks of albums, big screen TV, and sports magazines mixed in with the business publications on his coffee table, amused to be in his personal space and finding it very endearing.

Slowly moving around the room, Y/N stopped as she was looking at the framed photos and items sitting on a side shelf, a silver ballchain strung with two metal discs catching her eye. It was hanging over the edge of one of the picture frames, and upon closer inspection, she realized the discs were Tommy’s military ID tags.

Her heart clenched with emotion at the reminder of that part of Tommy’s past, and she wondered if Polly had told him that she’d shared that information with Y/N. Obviously, if he displayed his tags like he did, then he wasn’t actively keeping it a secret, but perhaps he figured she simply wouldn’t notice.

When they eventually re-entered the living area after going through the kitchen, Y/N’s eyes widened as she now noticed the wall of floor-to-ceiling windows along the back of the room. When she’d first arrived, the amount of people in the way at the front of the room hadn’t allowed her to notice, but from this angle, she now did, and she whispered in awe as she took in the view of the beautiful night skyline. The building silhouettes were dotted with window squares of light, and traces of dark orange and deep purple hues accented the sky with the final hints of sunset.

“Wow,” Y/N said as Polly stood next to her. “What an amazing view. It’s beautiful! I can’t believe Tommy gets to see this every night.”

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Tagging (you tagged everyone else I would have tagged 🤣) @xsweetcatastrophe

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Thanks so much for tagging me CJ @cljordan-imperium !! 🥰 your little snippet was amazing and I’m rooting for you to get your story finished!!

Here’s a snippet from the Tommy story that I’m hoping to have out some time next week:

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"You really...you really don't know how he handles business?" there was now surprise in the other woman's voice.

"I don't understand what you're saying, I've just told you that's not how they handle things," (Y/N) doubled down on her previous response.

"He must keep you locked away from certain parts of his life then," the woman stated, stifling her laughter. "Tommy Shelby's a full out gangster, darling."

A bit of incredulousness seeped into (Y/N)'s expression upon hearing the other woman's statement. "I'm quite honestly insulted that you would speak of another woman's partner like that. Have you no manners?" she said with a scoff.

"It's the truth. Everyone around town knows it," the other woman shrugged.

"It's still rude to suggest," (Y/N) responded, pursing her lips together tightly as she tried to keep composed. "Good day," she said then, tilting her chin up as she walked away from the woman without letting her get another word in.

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Tagging: @brummiereader @toms-cherry-trees @justrainandcoffee @evita-shelby @emotionalcadaver @novashelby @lau219 @little-diable @peakyswritings @writers-hes @zablife @writeroutoftime