#peaky blinders blurb

[runnning-outof-time]

Hi! For the celebration, how about… “Do you know you’re bleeding?” with Tommy.

Maybe a more light hearted protective Tommy situation <3

Hi there, anon! Thanks for sending this in! I’m sorry it took a little bit for me to get to. I love me some protective Tommy! I hope you like what I did with the prompt. Enjoy! :)

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An Unfortunate Accident

Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: language, blood

Word Count: 601

Summary: When Tommy finds (Y/N) injured after something silly happened to her, he immediately thinks the worst.

“Shit,” (Y/N) hissed as she quickly cradled her hand against her chest. She gritted her teeth as a surge of pain quickly shot down her arm. “Shit, shit, shit!”

She looked around the kitchen. There has to be something I can use to cover this, she thought to herself as the pain grew stronger. Footsteps sounded off the hardwood just as she managed to grab one of the dish towels sitting on the counter. A quick spin to face the archway told her that Tommy had entered the room. Shit.

“Hi, Tommy,” she tried to sound as nonchalant as possible as she greeted her husband. Her both hands were now hdiden behind her back, and she was placing as much pressure on her injury as possible. “You’re home early,” she commented sheepishly.

“Not really,” he answered, his brows furrowing slightly as he took in the sight of her. “What’s happened?” he asked her then, closing the gap between them as worry seeped into his features. Between her frazzled state and how things looked, his mind was starting to create several scenarios.

“What?” her question came out like a breath, her heart hammering in her chest.

“Do you know you’re bleeding?” he asked.

“I’m not,” she dismissed him, speaking a little too quickly for her liking.

“You are. It’s all over your dress, love,” he answered, motioning to the article of clothing. (Y/N) quickly looked down to see that the front of her dress was indeed stained crimson. A sigh left her lips. “So tell me the truth. What happened?” he asked again, his voice level, his tone one that she couldn’t argue with.

“You’re going to laugh,” she sighed, her sheepishness returning.

“I’m not,” he assured her with a slight shake of his head, his eyes still focused on her.

(Y/N) held his gaze for a few moments, still weighing it all out in her mind. Tommy kept his eyes on her, his eyebrows raising after a few seconds of silence had passed - his nonverbal way of saying ‘I’m waiting’.

One more sigh escaped her lips before she finally brought her (now blood-stained) cloth-covered hand back into view. “I, uh…I was chopping some of the vegetables, and a bird flew into the window. The bang it made scared me and my hand slipped. I sliced my finger pretty good.”

“A bird?” Tommy questioned, incredulousness seeping into his words. His eyes left hers, albeit for a moment, to glance out the window…as if said bird was still going to be hovering there.

“Yes, a bloody bird,” (Y/N) answered, a dire earnestness present in her voice. She watched her husband’s face carefully, waiting for what she knew would becoming. The second she saw his lips twitch, she jumped on him. “You said you weren’t going to laugh!” she exclaimed.

“I’m not laughing!” he defended himself, although he couldn’t help but let a few chuckles out. This made (Y/N) glare at him, and she smacked him on the chest without thinking.

“Ow! Fuck. Tommy!” she exclaimed, her eyes wide with pain.

“Didn’t quite think that one through, eh?” he questioned with a chuckle. (Y/N) couldn’t even be mad at him…he was right. “Lemme see it,” he said then, coaxing her to show him her injured hand.

It took a few moments, but she showed it to him. “It’s bad, isn’t it?” she asked, cringing at the sight of it.

“I’ve seen worse,” he answered, glancing up at her to send a smile before focusing on her hand again, “let’s get it cleaned up.”

*tags in reblog so that hopefully they get sent out.

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[fandom-puff]

Hi! Just wanted to say I love your writing and was wondering if I could request "overstimulation + praise kink" with Alfie Solomons from Peaky Blinders please? No pressure though and thank you!!

Thank you so much!! I love Alfie <333

Warnings: contains Overstimulation, oral sex, fingering, penetrative sex, praise kink

Pairing: Alfie Solomons x fem!reader

“There’s a good girl,”

Alfie’s voice was low and gruff as he coaxed yet another orgasm from your oversensitive cunt, this time with his thick calloused fingers pumping deliciously in and out.

Your back arched, pushing your naked breasts against him, and you whimpered as your erect nipples grazed against his clothed chest. Eyes rolling back, your mouth went slack as slurred curses and groans of his name tumbled out in a muddled moan.

Alfie continued his ministrations, nosing at your neck and grazing his teeth against your throat, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. “Doing so well, pet,” he murmured, sucking a mark into the juncture of your neck and shoulder. “Such a good, good fucking girl for me,”

As his thumb reached up to circle your clit, your legs clamped around his hand, squeezing his wrist as you rocked into his touch. White-hot pleasure seared painfully through every fibre of your being, but you weren’t willing to throw in the towel just yet. You could feel your own wetness smeared on your neck and chest, transferred from Alfie’s beard to your skin once he emerged from between your legs. He had drawn out several releases just from his tongue, and now he had moved onto using his fingers to tease you open, swirling your slick and his saliva around your sensitive pussy until you shook over and over with pleasure.

“Think you’re ready for my cock?”

It was a stupid question; of course you were ready for his cock, and you had been for the best part of two hours. You had even begged for it… about four orgasms ago. “Please,” you whispered again. “Please, need it, Alf, please!”

“So pretty when you beg, darlin’,” he told you, kneeling between your thighs and shucking off his shirt, before tugging himself from his pants. You groaned at the sight of his heavy cock, pushing your hips up towards him. He smirked, holding the base in his fist as he lined up with your entrance, running the tip up and down your wet slit. “Gonna be a good girl and milk my cock?”

When you nodded eagerly, he grinned, pushing forward, stretching you out in a way his fingers never could. “Fuck… good girl, YN, love… take my cock so well, you do,” You moaned, already trying to rock your hips up and down, eager for him to ruin your overstimulated cunt. “My good little pet, drunk on my cock,” he grunted, starting to snap his hips against yours.

It only took a few thrusts before your overworked pussy was spasming uncontrollably around him, and he held onto your thighs, holding you close to him to keep his cock inside you. “Fuck… good girl,” he praised, and smirked as you tried to wriggle away. “But I’m not done with this perfect cunt just yet,”

[ssweetleaf]

shame.

tommy shelby x fem!reader

summary: you urge tommy to speak up and tell you exactly what he wants while he’s on his knees.

includes: sub!tommy, dom!reader, allusions to cunnilingus

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“Come on, Tommy- can’t give you what you want unless I know you really need it.”

Thomas stared up at you, face all warm and blotchy, a pretty blush swarming along his skin out of sheer embarrassment and the constant throbbing of his cock. He was on his knees, hands grasping at your thighs to get you to go easy on him, to let him get up off his achy knees and pathetic position.

But no, of course you wouldn’t let up, he needed this, he needed someone to take over control and force him into submission— and that person was you.

So, like any good, obedient boy, he was going to have to beg for it.

“Cat got your tongue, hm?” Your brows raised, a faux look of disappointment flashing across your pretty features. “Really thought you were gonna be my good boy tonight, Thomas.”

Oh no. Thomas. You only called him that when you were really disappointed, his full name uttering off your lips in a huff and a scowl, annoyed that he wasn’t complying to your commands.

He had to fix that.

“N-no!” He rushed out, reaching up and pressing his cheek into your tummy, hands encircling your full hips when he he breathed out. “I want to be good.”

His speech came out as a mumble, hard to hear, muffled too by the fabric of your dress in his face, so you took a handful of his hair, tugging his face back and urging him to look up at you— into your eyes.

“Speak up.”

“I want to be good— for you,” he said, much louder that time, eyes pleading you to coo at him as if you were proud.

A small smile graced your lips and you let go of his hair to cup at his cheek, rubbing your thumb along the sharp line of his jaw and cheekbone, over and over, soothing him just a little and letting his eyes flutter shut.

“I know you do,” you replied, “and you are.”

He let out a shaky breath. His cock was painful, tenting the crotch of his trousers, a little wet spot forming where his tip was resting, pre-cum already saturating him and you hadn’t even played with him yet.

There was a part of him that felt wrong for how pliable he had become, how soft and submissive he was around you— a person like him, of his status, should crave dominance inside the bedroom just like how he would outside of it.

But it was just so easy to let go, to submit and fall apart.

He desired attention and praise— your attention and praise.

Tommy swallowed thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing and eyelids squeezing shut, he lifted up the skirt of your dress slightly, bunching it up around your thighs.

“Can I taste you?” He muttered, looking up at you before shuffling closer so his nose grazed against your clothed cunt.

You raised your eyebrow at him, waiting for that certain word.

“Please?” It was almost a whine, nosing at the wet spot on your underwear, the tip of his tongue swiping along it, just for a little preview of the real thing.

You ran your fingers through his cropped hair, scratching at his scalp the way you knew he liked, cooing down at him.

“Go ahead, sweet boy.”

[look-at-the-soul]

Hello my darling Cia! Thank you SO much for sending in this gif!! You always provide the best inspiration! (I’ve a couple more waiting in my inbox 🤭) but in the meantime I wrote this little blurb, I hope you like this 🥰

The complaint

“You made the count wrong… again, Y/N.” Freya left the heavy book over your papers.

Feeing a cold sweat you looked at the red marks she made with confusion. “I counted the money two times, it matched.”

“I just finished and it’s wrong.” She pointed loudly for everyone to hear. The other secretaries throwing discreet glances in your direction.

Counting to three mentally, you looked at Freya. “That’s not possible.” You felt frustrated and her attitude was irritating you.

“Counting the money it’s a huge responsibility, if you can’t do that just tell me.” Tap, tap, tap the sound of her shoe against the floor made your stomach twist.

“What’s the matter?” Tommy’s voice called from the door frame, making the two of you turn your heads.

“Y/N counted the money but I checked it after and there’s a different amount.” She let out a loud sigh to add more drama. “This isn’t the first time she made a mistake Mr. Shelby.”

“If I remember correctly it was John’s fault last time since he took some of the cash.” Tommy explained politely to defend you.

“Nevertheless she should’ve known.” Freya insisted. “But she continues to do it over and over again, she shouldn’t-”

“That shouldn’t be a problem because I took some cash this morning and I forgot to tell you Miss Y/N.” He added in a soft tone.

She babbled and winked nervously.

“But-”

“That would be all.”

Once she was out of sight, you took the book to place it next to the others. Tommy’s eyes danced around the office, a couple of blinders checking the bets and secretaries taking the money.

“If you’re done with that I want you to go to the Garrison, need to talk to you.” Tommy added in a serious tone.

“Of course Mr. Shelby.” You nodded and by the corner of your eye, you noticed Freya smirking.

Oh that bloody triumphant smirk, like she was always right, as if she knew it all. She made your blood go boiling.

She was a walking headache.

Organizing your desk, you finished covering the typewriter.

“Let’s see if you can keep that smile later.” She whispered as you walked by her desk with your coat hanging from your arm, your purse on the opposite shoulder.

“I can assure you it’ll grow even more.” You added with a forced smile marching outside.

Freya thought she could embarrass you in front of your boss? You were sure the count was right, now you just needed to find out what happened to the money really, because you knew Tommy was lying.

“Hello Harry, is the Shelby family in the private booth?” You greeted him.

Harry stopped wiping the counter and took a few glasses. “Miss Y/LN good evening, Mr. Shelby called a moment ago you can go ahead I’ll take the drinks in a minute.”

“Thank you, Harry.”

He looked towards you with his eyebrows raised not used to being thanked, but he knew you were different, kind and he had seen you hanging out with Tommy so you were under his protection.

You tried rubbing your hands to get them warm, then as you passed by the window you took the small mirror from your purse to reapply your lipstick and fix your hair when you heard the click by the door.

Tommy entered the private booth in a swift motion, not moving his eyes from you.

“Mr. Shelby.” You tried to control the blush that covered your cheeks.

“Oh please stop, Y/N.” He chuckled placing his hands on your waist.

“Well you made a dramatic entrance.” You giggled.

“What happened at the betting shop? Was Freya being rude to you again?”

Your fingers smoothed the neck of his suit jacket. “I think she’s jealous. A poor soul bored by herself.”

“You want me to fire her?” He asked with his lips touching the corner of your mouth.

Harry opened the window. “Oh Mr. Shelby I didn’t see you coming in. Your drinks.” As he thanked the man, you walked towards Tommy to wrap your arms around his back.

Covering your hand, he gave it a light squeeze, feeling his body burning up from the fragrance emanating from you.

But you shook your head. “There’s no need, she just needs a lesson.”

“Does it mean we’re finally going public about our relationship?”

“Is that what you want?“ You asked before lighting a cigarette for him.

“It should be me asking you that.” He frowned playfully, blowing the smoke away from you. “Even better, I’m naming you secretary in chief, so she won’t dare to bother you again.”

“What if she fills in a complaint?” You asked.

He gave you a nod and a wink. “I won’t even pay attention to it.”

You squealed at his announcement, not able to contain your excitement you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed all over his face.

Suddenly someone opened the door unannounced, taking the two of you by surprise as Polly gave you a shocked look, Tommy cleared his throat.

“What’s the celebration for?”

“Y/N got a promotion.” He took his glass with whiskey and gave you a small wink.

“Ugh please stop pretending Thomas.” She took another glass and poured herself a drink. “I haven’t seen you smile like in a while and poor Y/N deserves more than raise for keeping up with you.”

Her blunt but honest comment made you burst into giggles as you felt Tommy’s hand sneaking around your waist to pull you closer, then you felt him smiling against your cheek.

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[peakyltd]

Shadows

John Shelby x female reader

A/N: It's been a loooong long while but I'm back and actually wrote a little something, inspired by the gif below. I hope you guys like it!

Warnings: Angst, grief

Word count: 1242

The sun softly crept trough the window, projecting the shadows of the textured curtains of Johns’s old Watery Lane bedroom on both his and (Y/N)'s faces as they peeked trough the side of them. The streets were eerily quiet and the tension of the ongoing vendetta was palpable.

"How long have you been in here?" John asked while he kept his eyes on the street. "Since last night, orders of your brother." (Y/N) answered. "I'm not allowed to leave under any circumstances. Probably until they say it's safe." She sighed as her eyes fell on John's relaxed frame. His trousers were smoothly ironed, a white undershirt covered his upper body and his hair was neatly combed, a sight that she hadn't seen in a while. "I wonder if it ever will be." She added softly.

"You know he wouldn't do this for fun, love." John replied as he moved his eyes from the streets to meet hers. "Probably for the better, eh?" She shrugged at his question that somehow sounded more like a statement. "I'm not too sure about that."

They held each others gaze for a while until she looked down at the floor, resting her body against the wall. He had noticed the dark circles under her eyes, the stress laced into the beautiful features of her face and the sparkle that was still missing from her eyes. He stepped closer, reaching for her hand and pulling her into his chest, safely wrapping his arms around her back. “I got you, you know that.” He mumbled against her hair before he pressed a kiss to the side of her head. He felt her arms find their way around his waist while she let her head rest against his chest, a soft sigh escaping from her lips.

“I missed you so much.” She whispered, her hands resting on his back. He kept quiet for a moment, feeling a pang of sadness in his chest from her words. "I missed you too." He replied, the tip of his fingers running up and down her back. "I'm tired, John." She confessed quietly. “I know, darlin’ but you’ll get trough this. I know you will.” He tried to encourage her, trying to stay positive in a situation that seemed endless.

“Can you please tell me about your day?” She quietly asked, longing for something quite normal in their turbulent lives. “Well…” He started. “I went home because I hoped I’d find you there but I didn’t. Then went to visit Polly to ask her but she seemed too busy. After that I came here.” He chuckled, the sound vibrating trough his chest, making her feel at ease.

“I haven’t been home in a while.” She disclosed, her hands grabbing onto his shirt. “Couldn’t settle anymore.” She felt his fingers gently run trough her hair while he pressed another kiss on her head. “I’m so sorry.” A wave of guilt washed over him.

“No, please, you shouldn’t be sorry.” She assured him as she closed her eyes for a moment. He held her close while his eyes wandered around the room. Memories of the past years slowly entering his mind one by one. “Do you remember the time we were caught stealing from the bakery a few streets away?” He asked, trying to lighten up her mood. She lifted her head to look at him, a small smile visible on her lips. “Excuse me? We? It was you who did it and I got caught while I was innocent.” She chuckled softly, getting a grin back from John in response. “It was even worse when my parents found out.”

He chuckled. “Hadn’t seen you in weeks after that.” He remarked, a smirk on his face. “I just accepted my fate and didn’t want to snitch on you.” She smiled at him. “Ah see, that’s when I knew you were the one. The most loyal woman I've ever known.” He winked at her before pressing a soft kiss against her lips. She gently cupped his face in her hands as her eyes scanned his face.

A few minutes in silence went by until she spoke up. “Do you think this will end well?” She asked, bringing up the vendetta again. “Of course it will.” He spoke up, not too sure if it would but not wanting to fuel her worries more. “We will win.”

His words caused a cold shiver to run down her spine, she held his gaze before slowly shaking her head. “We’ve already lost.” Her voice was quiet, almost too scared to speak the words out loud. Her hands dropped down to hold onto his waist. John took a deep breath while he put a strand of hair behind her ear. “You did not. You have to keep going.” His soft blue eyes tried to assure her.

“It wasn’t supposed to end like this. It’s not fair. It’s not fucking fair, John. It could be anyone but they took you… like it was nothing.” She looked away, feeling the tears burning in her eyes but trying to blink them away. John grabbed both of her hands when he spoke up. “Look at me.” She bit her lip, trying to avoid his stare. "(Y/N)... look at me."

She looked up at him, her teary eyes reflected the sadness that had took over her body. "Listen love, people like us don’t get to decide when we’re done.” John confided calmly, knowing his fate was laid in somebody else's hands the very moment he decided to follow his brothers' footsteps.

“People like you? You're a good man John, you deserved better. You never belonged in this life.” Her voice trembled as she put her hand on his chest. “Your heart was way too good for that.” His eyes were locked on hers, not knowing what to say. "We were supposed to be happy. Together." She added as she felt a tear run down her cheek. She remembered how he bravely protected her when they attacked him, at their own home. Brave, fearless and strong, putting up a tough fight but it wasn't enough.

She remembered how she saw him fall, hit by bullet after bullet. She remembered the agonizing screams that left her mouth and the light that left his blue eyes. She did what she could but there was nothing that could've saved him.

“You have to remember that I’m always with you, even when you don’t see me.” He interrupted her thoughts while he gently cupped her cheek, slowly stroking her skin with his thumb. She sighed, the familiar touch giving her the feeling of security she so desperately needed. “Promise me that you keep going, yeah? Do the things you always wanted to do.” He gave her a smile. “It makes no sense doing them without you.” She quietly spoke.

“You’re not doing them without me.”

She wrapped her arms around him again, hiding her face in his chest as she took a deep breath. The feeling of his strong arms around her made her forget about the harsh reality for a moment. “I have to go.” He whispered. “Will I see you soon?” She wondered, slightly hopeful. He was quiet for a moment, a bit unsure of what to say. “You will.”

She slowly let go of him, taking in the sight of him again. “Wait for, me, will you?” A small smile appeared on his face. “I will, love. I promise.”

Tagging some people who might like it, obviously no pressure to read it if it's not your cup of tea! @brummiereader @call-sign-shark @peakyswritings @zablife @emotionalcadaver @runnning-outof-time @raincoffeeandfandoms

[lostgirlfandom]

Affection

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x GN!Reader

Warnings: None

Words: 267

It was a slow day in the Shelby household. Thomas was in his office, working on paperwork again. You were also in his office, knitting on the loveseat. Charlie was on the floor, playing a toy train. 

You hummed quietly to yourself as you knitted a scarf, every once in awhile looking up to look at Charlie and then Thomas. 

Soon enough, one of the maids came in with afternoon tea and dropped it off at the small table in front of the loveseat. You smiled at the maid and thanked her softly. Setting your work down, you sat up and leaned over to make a small plate of the small sandwiches the maid had made Charlie. You placed it in front of him when he came over to the table. 

“Here you go, darlin.” You smiled at him and ran a hand over his head. Kissing his forehead, you set about making Thomas a cuppa. You then brought it over to him and stood behind him. Setting the cup down next to his work so it wouldn’t get on his paperwork. 

You then wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed just behind his ear. He leaned back into you and sighed contently. He raised a hand up to hold your arm. 

“What is this?” He spoke softly. 

You grinned gently. “Affection.” You teased him. 

He chuckled and teased back “Disgusting.”

You both chuckled for a moment. Followed by a brief silence. 

“Do it again.” He whispered into your ear with a small growl. 

You flushed and grinned wider before leaning in to kiss him passionately. 

[peakypolly]

Hey Kat! I hope your day’s gone well!

I know I said that I’d be sending in more requests in the future…I didn’t think it’d be like 3 days later haha. But I saw the prompt list that you linked and couldn’t help but find one on it. ☺️☺️

Could you write a Tommy x Reader with this prompt: “I would like my good morning kiss now.” ?

Thank you so much in advance if you choose to! 💕

Breakfast in Bed |Tommy Shelby X Reader

Request: @runnning-outof-time

Prompt from : @creativepromptsforwriting this list here

Summary:  You and Tommy spend the morning together, but you forget one very important thing.

Word Count: 392

Content Warning: Fluff, some implied smut towards the end but nothing direct!

A/N: Thank you to K for requesting❤️! I really loved this prompt but I thought it would be better as a short blurb so I apologize for the length, I hope it's okay! Waking up with Tommy would be such a dream!! This is how I would imagine it going, especially bc I am not! a morning person, and I have always imagined Tommy waking up hours before his S/O.

Tag List: @shelbydelrey Let me know if you want to be added to the list! xoxo.

The morning sun sent a golden hue through the open window, you groaned turning over on your side. Unaware of the time and too tired to care you closed your eyes once more hoping to fall back asleep. It was one of the only days you and your husband, Tommy had off of work. The children were at their aunt Ada’s house for the day, she knew how much you and Tommy needed a day to yourselves. You were grateful, days like this were few and far between. You felt Tommy’s arm snake around your waist as he pulled himself close to you.

“Morning Doll” he croaked- you could tell he had just awoken. His warmth emitting from his body soothed you, as the cold crisp air of the bedroom surrounded you. Sheltered by the air from the blanket you pulled over your face, snuggling into the pillow. 

“Morning Handsome” you mumbled, as he placed small kisses on your shoulder blade. 

“Today is going to be a great day, just you and me, this whole house all to ourselves- what do you think, hmm?” He asked, his voice mellifluous. 

“Too early” you yawned, stretching out your body, awakening your muscles. He removed his arms from you and placed his head back onto the mahogany headboard.

“Too early eh? It’s a quarter to ten doll” he laughed, as he lit his cigarette.

“Mhm- Tommy! No smoking in the bed!” You rolled over smelling the smoke and playfully smacked his arm. 

“I’ve got an oral fixation love, seems to me like you forgot” He smirked, glancing at you before taking another puff. You gave him a puzzled look before realizing what he meant, you gasping exageratingly, sending him a smile.

“I would like my good morning kiss now” He inched his face closer to yours, the rasp still present in his morning voice. You caressed his cheek, placing your lips upon his gently. 

“Thank you” He looked satisfied at your small display of affection. 

“You’re so spoiled” you laughed, pulling the sheets off of your body, sitting up and sliding into your slippers.

“Where are you running off too, dont want to kiss me any more?” He pouted dramatically before reaching out and pulling you back onto the bed. 

“Was going to make us some breakfast” You said, as he climbed on top of you.

“I think i’d prefer to have my breakfast in bed today” He smirked, pulling you in for another kiss.

[v1olentdelights]

A Shelby Tradgedy

Thomas Shelby x reader

a/n: just a short blurb that I sent a long while back to a friend. I don't really write for Peaky Blinders, but I thought this was fitting. This is a one time piece! I will not be writing for anymore peaky blinders

tw: yelling, gaslighting :)

Summary: You knew the feeling of heartbreak all too well (literally that short kitchen scene in the 10 minute all too well by T.S.)

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It had been a grand celebration at the Garrison seeing as the Blinders had closed a deal with a previous rival gang. Things had been going well with almost everything. Tommy had been coming back 

"Why are enough moping around y/n, we just closed a deal!" Tommy exclaimed, though it wasn't happy

"Because you wouldn't even stand next to me, you didn't look at me Thomas! What am I supposed to think?!" You felt like it was stupid but you were hurt.

"Oh don't go moping about eh? Like I said, celebration. I don't have to stand by your side. Why does it matter?" His voice was harsh.

It mattered because he had been looking at the barmaid.

"BECAUSE YOU ARE MY HUSBAND! YOU DONT GO ABOUT KISSING EVERY GIRL YOU SEE!"

"I DIDNT KISS ANYONE Y/N!" He took a step closer, you take a retreating one feeling the tears well in your eyes.

"Don't make me feel crazy Thomas. Don't do that. DONT DO IT! THAT IS NOT FAIR!" turning to lean on the sink you let yourself hurt.

"Stop making it about you. You are acting so selfish right now." His tone angry and dismissive.

"God, why did I ever love a man like you?" You scoffed about to make your way to a spare room. He grabbed your wrist keeping you there.

"Hey, hey, y/n." his voice softer "I'm sorry y/n, I don't want to fight about this. I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry." He says as he holds you to his chest.

Wiping your tears you chuckled. "I'm sorry Tommy, I didn't mean it." But deep down you know you did.

[mgcldydrms]

The Only Thing That Matters ( Tommy Shelby )

summary: tommy reassures you that you are the one he wants and that it is you and him until the end

word count: 0.9k

warnings: -

pairing: tommy shelby x fem!reader

author's note: I have posted this one before on my old account, but I loved it so much, that I had to post it again

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You had known from the start that as the woman who married Tommy Shelby, your life wouldn’t be as easy as it used to be. Nevertheless, you never wanted to have your old life back. A life without your Tommy in it wasn't a life you would like to live.

People respected you yet hated you at the same time, especially women. You felt their stares whenever you were walking around with Tommy. You also felt the death stares whenever he kissed you or showed any kind of affection towards you. 

At the start of your relationship, you had always asked yourself why your husband had chosen you. What qualities did you have that other women didn’t? Why did he love you?

Even now, these thoughts still plagued your mind. Were you the right woman for Tommy Shelby? Did you have what it takes to be a part of the Shelbys and to maybe, one day, hopefully soon, be the mother to his children? 

You took a sip of your tea while you sat at the kitchen table, these thoughts still running through your mind. You were in your own little world, so distracted by questions that you didn’t even hear Tommy walking inside your house. Only when you felt his hands on your shoulders, you snapped out of your inner argumentation. 

“Where did you go?”, your husband asked you.

Tommy pressed a gentle kiss on top of your head before he sat down next to you, his blue eyes never leaving you. 

You shrugged your shoulders, taking another sip of your tea while you got up and put the now empty cup into the sink. You turned around again and leaned your back against one of the kitchen counters, your e/c eyes quickly finding your husband’s again. 

“I was just thinking. You know me. There is always something on my mind.”, you explained, a smile on your face that didn’t quite reach your eyes, and you knew as soon as you put that smile on your face that Tommy knew that something was wrong. 

He raised his eyebrows lightly, a confused expression gracing his face as he held his hand out for you. You let out a slight sigh, making your way over to where Tommy was, taking his hand in yours only to be pulled on his lap. 

You knew that he wanted an explanation. If you didn't tell him your concerns, you knew that the two of you would be sitting here until the end of the day. However, before you were able to start talking, you suddenly felt his soft lips on yours. You immediately closed your eyes, losing yourself in the kiss as you felt your husband's hands on your hips, pulling you as close to him as possible. Your hands cupped his cheeks lightly, deepening the kiss.

But soon, you felt Tommy pulling away from you. His forehead found yours as you reluctantly opened your eyes and looked into the ones you fell in love with a few years ago. 

“You’re the only thing that matters. So whatever is on your mind, I hope you know you can talk to me about it.”

This was the Tommy you adored the most. You obviously loved tough, big boss Tommy just as much, but there was something special about gentle Tommy, something so endearing, and it felt as though this was a side of him that only his closest family members were able to witness. 

You kissed your husband one more time. A soft smile placed itself on your lips before you started to tell him all about your thoughts. You explained that you had these worries in the back of your mind ever since you got to know him. At first, you were scared that some woman would snatch him away from you, that there would be someone prettier than you and that Tommy would see this. However, he never did. He stayed by your side, asked you to marry him, and now here you were. You knew that you were as close to one another as you could be, but there were still a few doubts.

“There is nothing to worry about.”, Tommy said seriously, looking directly into your e/c eyes. He put one of his hands on your cheek and caressed it softly with his thumb. 

“You know, I’m not always capable of telling you how much I love you. I’m trying my best.” “I know you do, Tommy. And it’s not you - “ 

“But I have shown you many times that you mean the world to me. You are all I need, and I know that one day, I might not have this company anymore or all of the money, but I know that I will still have you by my side because I know that I married the right woman.”

You smiled lovingly at your husband, knowing he wasn’t the best at expressing his feelings and listening to his words meant so much to you. 

“I will always be by your side. That is what I swore to do when I married you.”, you stated confidently, pressing another loving kiss on Tommy’s lips. 

Tommy hummed lightly, nodding his head while you wrapped your arms a bit more around him, putting your head on his shoulder while you enjoyed the comfortable silence. 

It was you and him until the end of time. And you knew that would get rid of these small demons inside of your head.

[thepaperpanda]

A Whiteout || Tommy Shelby x wife!reader

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Summary: Tommy enjoys spending time with you during a whiteout.

Warnings: none

Word count: 713

Authors: Bear & Cass

A/N: today’s prompt: Stuck Inside a Snowstorm

Tommy gazed out the window pane into the raging snowstorm that was turning his house snow-white. However happy he was, although he loved winter, part of him longed to wrap the trees in woolens and make woolen garments for those who could not find shelter in his own home. Although he used to be considered a dangerous man, he was only doing what any man would do - protecting his loved ones and ensuring a decent living for them.

"Isn't it beautiful? There's something magical about all the snow falling down and covering the earth," you whispered, holding a mug of freshly brewed coffee in your hands as you walked into his office. You handed him the mug as he turned to you.

With a quiet and short thank you escaping his lips, Tommy accepted the mug, returning his attention to the world outside the window. "You're more than right, Y/N."

"It's just a shame we're stuck in here," you sighed before taking a sip of your drink. In fact, you didn't mean it that way - despite its beauty, winter was cruel enough to lock people inside their homes. Even though you disliked the low temperatures, you didn't complain. Tommy was always out running his shady businesses, while you stayed home and waited till late at night for him to return home to join you in bed. A chance like this to spend more time with your husband was like gold to you. "Come, there's the warmth of the fireplace in the living room. It's all nice and cozy."

Your pleas soon prompted Tommy to join you in front of the fireplace, where the fire danced happily, its tongues licking wood locks placed there by you.

With a smile, you set down your cup and wrapped your arms around his arm, enjoying his closeness.

When the clouds were a woolen gray shawl above the town, Tommy could still feel your shared happy memories and your presence itself emanated warmth, warming his soul up.

The moment was nice, but you needed something more. A brilliant idea suddenly struck you, and you got up from your place. 

As you walked to Tommy's gramophone, you picked out a vinyl and put it on; it was a nice slow song, and it would be perfect for dancing to. "Tommy?"

In a flash, Tommy grasped your idea - he got up from his seat, set the mug down on a wooden table, then approached you and gripped your waist with one hand, placing the other on your hip as he started slowly rocking with you to the rhythm of the music.

"It is just like our wedding day," you whispered, nuzzling his chest. "Perhaps getting stuck at home because of the snow wasn't so disastrous. I can finally spend some time with my husband."

He spun you slowly while his fingers caressed your back. "I know. I enjoy snuggling up next to you throughout this cold season."

"It's too bad you're not doing it more frequently. I miss you when you are out, doing God knows what all day."

He reminded you with a soft tap on the bridge of your nose, "Only because of my business do we have what we do. I'll try to spend more time with you, I promise."

"I know Tommy, I know. I just miss you so much. Not to mention that I am worried about you."

Tommy's grip on your waist grew tighter as snow fluttered outside the window. "You're the stunning wife of mine, and I adore how near we are getting."

As you pulled him into a gentle kiss, you chuckled softly, "I'd love to get even closer if I may be honest."

Tommy rubbed his face into your hair and mumbled, "Snow came down as heaven's sunlit glitter to bring our earth to a fresh sheen. Didn't it come as a remedy for our longings? For us wanting to be close again? Just you and I?"

You took his hand in yours and quietly said, "I think you're right. I've got an idea." Gently pulling him toward the staircase, you suggested, "How about spending this cold time in our comfy, warm bed together?"

A seed of anticipation sprouted as a tiny grin spread across his lips. "That's some brilliant idea."

[runnning-outof-time]

Hiiii, thank you so much for all of these they are so wonderful.

I would love something with Tommy and maybe 30? "You're not hurt are you?"

Was thinking maybe Tommy comes home after a particularly trying day and just flops onto the couch. Y/N comes home from food shopping shortly after and finds him and is concerned for him. They can be either married or whatever you see fit.

Uhmm I'd love it to be nice and fluffy, and I know you said you're not into writing shut sooo just go as heavy as you feel comfortable with and coat it with fluff and I'll be happy. >w< thank you so much I hope you're doing well and I'm happy to be part of this celebration with you! 💜

Thanks so much for sending this in, @chumon ! I’m sorry it took so long for me to write! I absolutely love this idea (thanks for adding some more detail to it…it made it easy to follow). I hope you like what I did with it! Enjoy! :)

I’D LOVE TO KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! - YOUR COMMENTS & REBLOGS HELP ME WRITE!

Part of my 3.5k Celebration — find more stories here!

Never Tired For You

Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: a slightly suggestive conversation/situation

Word Count: 1153

Summary: (Y/N) finds Tommy laying on the couch and immediately thinks the worst…he couldn’t just be laying down, right?

Tommy was tired. It had only been two days into his two week stay in London, and he already felt exhausted by the numerous meetings he had to carry out. There was so much to keep track of: the on-going deal with Alfie Solomons and all of the turns that took, making sure Arthur continued to keep things in line at the Eden Club, and keeping tabs of whatever Inspector Campbell was going to have him do next.

Somehow he managed to carve out an afternoon to himself. He was hoping to spend it with his wife, (Y/N), who had joined him on this trip — against his own volition — but upon returning to his sister’s home, he found that she wasn’t in.

So he decided to lay down on the couch. Yes, Tommy Shelby actually took a moment for himself so that he could rest. No, the world didn’t come to an end. But he actually managed to find a position comfortable enough that made him want to stay on the couch.

(Y/N) had been out grocery shopping. She realized that Ada needed a few things, and so with nothing better to do she set out and ran some errands.

The surprise that was waiting for her back at the house just about made her drop the basket she was carrying. Never had she seen her husband laid out on the couch — especially in the middle of the day. The sight of it alone was enough to get her mind running in overdrive.

“Tommy? What’s happened?” she got right to the point as she hurried over to the couch he was laying on.

“Huh?” he asked in confusion, beginning to move from his laying position so that he could sit once more.

“No, don’t move,” she rushed to stop him, her one hand extended in his direction, “you’re not hurt, are you?” Asking the question made her heart drop. She’d did a quick scan of his frame and found nothing glaring at her, but she couldn’t be too sure.

“No, love, I’m not,” he shook his head, continuing with his motions of sitting up, looking up at her with furrowed eyebrows. “I was just laying down,” he told her then, fishing the pack of cigarettes out of his pocket so that he could slide one between his lips.

The second half of his statement made (Y/N) audibly gasp. There’s no way that Tommy Shelby would willingly lay down, she thought to herself incredulously. “Ok now I’m worried, Tom. Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Yes,” he chuckled at her worry, “there’s not a scratch on me. I’ve just had a long day is all,” he made another attempt to quell her concerns. The look on her face told him that she didn’t quite buy it. “Would you like to check for yourself?” he asked then, his one eyebrow quirking upwards as a grin teetered on his lips.

She could tell by his facial expression that his question was leaning on the suggestive side of things. Just the thought of what he was hinting at made heat rush to her cheeks. His cheekiness was one of the things she loved about him.

“Hmm?” Tommy cut into her thoughts, looking up at her through his eyelashes as he waited for her response.

“No…” she trailed off, biting her bottom lip to conceal her grin when she saw a tinge of disappointment fill his features, “I think I’ll believe you. And besides…you said you had a long day,” she called back to his previous statement.

“I had a long day…doesn’t mean I’m too tired for me wife,” he reminded her, the previous glint returning to his eyes.

“Maybe later,” she decided, her grin growing to match his.

“C’mere then,” he beckoned, leaning back against the couch as he placed the cigarette between his lips again.

“Let me put these away first,” she answered him, lifting the basket she was still holding. He nodded in response and she went to the kitchen to put the groceries away. Moments later, she was back in the front room curled up into Tommy’s side. “So you’ve really only had a long day?” she couldn’t help but bring their previous conversation up again.

“Yes,” he answered, his fingertips absentmindedly dancing over the skin of her arm. “Arthur’s losing it at the club again…I’m not sure what I’m going to do with him.”

“Give him another chance,” (Y/N) suggested, lifting her head from his shoulder when she felt his eyes on her. “I mean it,” she doubled down on her stance, her eyes locked with his.

Tommy pursed his lips and thought about her comments for a moment before he let out a breath and looked to the windows.

“I’ll drop it,” she broke the silence, realizing that his mind was going again. She didn’t want to ruin this moment. “Let’s go back to just sitting here.”

After speaking, she turned on the couch so that she was able to straddle his lap. His hands quickly found their home on her hips, and his eyes were immediately back on hers as the mischievous glint returned.

“Just sitting here, eh?” he questioned her with raised eyebrows.

“I’m sitting,” she grinned, her hands finding his cheeks before she leaned in and pressed her lips to his. Tommy’s hands moved to press flat against her back as their kiss deepened, bringing her body flush against his.

“If this is what it’d be like…” he breathed as they pulled away just slightly, “I’ll have to start coming home early more often.”

“If you hold up your end of the bargain, I’ll hold up mine, Mr. Shelby,” (Y/N) pulled further away from him so that he could see the smile present on her face.

Their lips met again, teeth clashing and tounges pressing together as they became lost in their embrace. Tommy tried to be sneaky with it, but (Y/N) pulled away when she felt him start to unbutton the top of her dress.

“Not so tired anymore, hmm?” she questioned, a suggestive glint in her eye as she sat up straight, her hands running down his cheeks so that she could settle them on his shoulders.

“Never tired for you, love,” he husked, his eyes blown with lust as he managed to continue with his mission despite her breaking further away from him.

“Let’s go to our room then. I don’t think Ada’d want us to do this on her couch.”

That was all Tommy needed to stop what he was doing and drop his hands from her frame. “Go on, then,” he nodded his head to her, “lead the way.”

(Y/N) wasted no time in standing from his lap. She waited for him to stand also before she gingerly took hold of his hand and led him to the steps and up to their room.

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[fandom-puff]

PEAKYYYYY

i have been thinking so much about how tommy would react to younger (maybe 16? 17? 18? idk) shelby sister doing snow. like one of the others leaves some out and he finds her high, he’d be so protective and angry and aodjaosjoadjosjsisjdn

Hhhooooo boy I got carried away soz

Warnings: use of cocaine, implied peer pressure

He finds you in one of the Blinder’s clubs (not the garrison, because Arthur or John- or worse, polly- would crucify you for taking snow). But Tommy goes into the club to speak to the bar man, making sure profits are good, when he sees you, sat in a booth, alone.

You look totally out of it, so Tommy assumes you’ve overdone it on the gin (like you did on your 18th birthday) and walks over to you, smiling fondly as you sway in your seat. His smile drops instantly when he gets a proper look at you. Your eyes are glassy, pupils blown, with not a thought behind them, a little blood is smeared just around your nostril.

He knows.

But he also knows that you’re in no fit state to lecture. Instead, he squats down in front of you, grasping your shaking hands to stop you plucking at the beading of your dress. “C’mon, YN, time to go home now,” he says, frowning as your eyes slowly focus on him. “Who’re you with, eh? Where’re your friends?” You made a vague gesture at the dance floor and his jaw hardens. You weren’t out with just your usual girlfriends; you were out with junior members of the peaky blinders. The men who were meant to protect you. “Right,” tommy says, helping you up, taking most of your weight. He walks you to the garrison, which is far quieter, and sits you in the snug, before briefing his brothers on what happened. Within minutes, Arthur and John have left to visit those who gave you snow.

But Tommy stays with you in the snug. Big bad Thomas Shelby, who cuts smiles with no mercy, rubs your back and talks lowly to you as you come round, wipes away your tears and cleans your bloody nose, and squeezes your hand as you promise never to touch snow again. And he takes you back home to Watery Lane, tucking you in bed and sitting by your side all night, mulling over the fact that his baby sister isn’t a baby any more, and protecting her will become more and more difficult by the day.

[shelbydelrey]

Welcome folks 👏🏽 In here you will find creations based on the album Chemtrails Over The Country by the queen Lana Del Rey in the Peaky Blinders universe! You can find the prompts HERE!

CREATIONS:

• "You say you got my name as your tattoo" blurb/moodboard by @raincoffeeandfandoms

• "Two gentlemen who escort me through these halls" moodboard by @midnightswithdearkatytspb

• Escaping The Ashes One-Shot by @runnning-outof-time

● Dark Games Multi Chapter Fic by @zablife

• This Unlikely Heaven One-Shot by @cillmequick

[look-at-the-soul]

Cia!!! Thank you so much for always providing inspiration via your gifs!! I hope you like this 🤭 it’s been on my mind for a while hile…

He should’ve paid attention

Tommy Shelby x reader (and Alfie Solomons)

Opening the door of his office, Tommy sighed loudly, it had been a long meeting and he had been worried his wife would storm in any minute, demanding him to stop whatever business he was planning to do.

Speaking of which, his wife was nowhere to be seen.

And that was the perfect reason to worry, because she was the one who knew these fucking people, he recognized a face or two, but to be honest he would never understand what was the purpose to throw a party like this for their daughter’s christening. In his opinion it should be something small but he had nothing to do with the planning of such event, so he really didn’t have a thing to say.

A maid almost spilled the drinks on a guest.

As he moved across the people, he gave Johnny Dogs a disapproving eye side look, catching him and a maid coming out from the coat closet, Arthur was rolling up his sleeves already, he just hoped his brother wouldn’t start a fight in that moment. Polly and Ada were chatting in a corner, sipping his expensive champagne.

And if Y/N wasn’t with them, then he didn’t know where else to look for her.

The group of people before him suddenly moved backwards, like making a human wall, revealing Y/N standing over there facing him, but looking directly at another man he first didn’t recognize because he had his back at him.

Time stopped when his wife placed her hand on the man’s arm and laughed freely, then he saw his baby girl squirming in that man’s arms and he felt his blood boiling, in a few long strides he reached his wife, finally seeing that man’s face… finding Alfie holding his daughter.

It took him a couple of seconds to process what was happening.

“Alfie what are you doing here?”

“Oh, hello mate, I was just telling your lovely wife she has a great taste, she added a home-like touch to this place, didn’t she?” Alfie looked up at the eye-catching chandelier above them, the place exuded luxury.

“That doesn’t answer my question.” This was a family gathering and Alfie certainly attracted a lot of attention.

“Well, darling… you know how I just couldn’t stay away from eating those biscuits while I was pregnant, so I asked Frances to track down the bakery that made them, and it turned out to be Alfie’s.” She wrapped her hand around his arm and gave him that look he knew so damn well, the one that said she was about to get things done her way. “So I thought how Mr. Solomons has been so helpful to your business and I decided to ask him and his wife Edna to be our Sophie’s Godfather and Godmother.”

Tommy stopped listening in that moment, he felt like he was underwater, words were said in slow motion and he wasn’t able to keep up.

He looked at his wife, waiting for the moment she would say she was only joking. But that didn’t happen.

The collar of his tuxedo seemed tighter suddenly.

From all of the people…

“Look at that face, I told you he wouldn’t agree.” Alfie shook his head while hitting him slightly on the shoulder with his cane.

“Well he told me to take care of everything.” Y/N defended her choice. “I asked him who did he want and he said…”

“Whoever you choose is right, but you forgot to mention your options love.” Tommy tried to remain calm, having Alfie as part of his closest circle wasn’t his cup of tea.

“He never listens to me.” Y/N explained to Alfie, brushing Tommy off.

“I know, I keep saying him the same thing.” Alfie agreed.

“Why are you two talking like I’m not here?” He took his sleepy daughter from Alfie’s arms. “You probably should have mention this earlier, don’t you think?”

Y/N shuddered. “You barely pay any attention to anything I say anyways.”

Tommy tilted his head, feeling the veins in his temple pulsing.

“Why don’t you calm down mate?” Alfie proposed. “Have some air.”

“Don’t you dare.”

“What’s the big deal? You’re friends, Alfie is a great baker, he’s funny….” Y/N had a long list of tributes but she decided to keep it short judging by the look Tommy gave her.

Alfie took the child from his arms and gave the bundle to her mother, to then pat Tommy on the shoulder, keeping his voice down.

“Look mate, if anything happens to you, I’ll look after your child, hmm? Uncle Alfie to the rescue.”

Tommy groaned. The only worse thing that could happen to him apart from doing business with Alfie Solomons was having him as the Godfather of his daughter.

But it was too fucking late to try to do something now.

Next time his wife asked his opinion, he would pay attention…

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[222hopelessromantic444]

Blue eyes pt.1

wrote this fic 4 months ago and haven't read it since. It's not proofread and the only thing I can remember is that Tommy is kinda fluffy hehe<;3

It's been 5 months. I haven't seen him for almost half a year. At first I thought my new earned freedom - which I had managed to get by accidentally finding out about the guns and then blackmailing Tommy - was a blessing, but I was soon to realise that it was rather the opposite. Back then 5 months ago, life had been hard for me. I had no job, no house and was barely able to afford enough food. So when Tommy came into my life and offered me all of these things for only signing a contract, I immediately accepted. Slowly I realised what I had signed- it's as if I made a pact with the devil himself. Crazy how a simple pice of paper could turn a lost girl into a gang member in the most feared gang in whole Birmingham. The unwanted look behind the scenes of the "oh so famous" peaky blinders was too much to handle for me. Ever since I nearly died in a gunfight at the Garrison my will to quit this hell of a gang was stronger than anything else. But leaving the peaky blinders also meant giving up my shield. Tommy was my shield. Whenever anything happened to me, he was the one who scared all the bad people away or made me feel as safe as possible under my given circumstances. But without him by my side and my bad reputation as a part of the blinders, there were dozens of people who wanted me dead and would do anything to see my head roll. The last 5 months had been harder than I thought. The constant hiding, fear and frustration was slowly breaking me. The only ray of hope, was when I found an empty apparemment a week ago, which was located a couple of blocks away from Watery Lane. Hiding under a blanket I got pulled out of my daydreams by a loud knock at the door. "not again." I thought to myself while quietly sneaking into the big wardrobe I had been hiding in since day one. Stuff like that happened all the time but when I could hear the door open with a squeek, my heart suddenly dropped. "Fuck" I thought "How the hell is that person able to open the door? I've survived so much and are they going to be the end of me?" Footsteps, which let the wooden floor make soft sounds, slowly got closer to my hiding place. With each step my heartbeat increased and the urge to scream got bigger and bigger. "Hello?" said a dangerously familiar voice. "You can't hide forever ya'know." This can't be- it was impossible but- this voice. The voice who caused me so much pain and happiness at the same time. His voice. The slight Irish accent, the amount of coldness that sent shivers down my spine and the way he whispered- it had to be him. All of a sudden the wardrobe door was harshly opened. A silent scream left my lips but as soon as I looked into his pearly blue eyes everything that happened a second ago became unimportant. As if every memory till this exact moment vanished and was replaced with his cold blue eyes. "We both knew it was only a matter of time till I would find you and take you back home." he whispered taking a step closer. "Home?" you asked, "You mean the place where you tricked me into signing that stupid paper? The place where I unwillingly became part of your stupid gang? And the place where I nearly died a dozent times?" Tears started falling down on my face. "y/n- you know that was the only way of keeping you save and by my side. I never meant to-" "Shut up Tommy. Leave now. Please. I can't do this anymore." I managed to cut him off while more and more tears poured down my face and tiny sobs made it through my lips. Like slow-motion he grabbed my by the chin and looked me deep into the eyes. Softly he placed the other one on my cheek to wipe my tears away with his thumb. We used to be in this situation often, he wiping away my tears and me hopelessly loosing myself in his eyes but this time was different.

[honeykngdom]

michael gray | a peculiar arrangement

just because I felt like sharing ... here's a snippet from a story I started writing in 2019 and never completed / fleshed out ... maybe with enough encouragement I could be persuaded to finish?

Another bout of silence. Josie couldn’t tell if she was doing this right. It didn’t feel like she was doing it right, but what difference would it make? If this one didn’t work out, she had other unopened messages waiting on her reply. “So, what exactly are you looking for?” 

“My mother,” annoyance laced with the words, a sigh of his own procuring. “She’s giving me a hard time about finding a good woman and settling down. I moved to the city to give myself some distance, told her I was mingling and the lot. Doesn’t like that I work long hours, especially not for my uncle.”

“Family business.” Josie mused; he hummed in agreement. “And you can’t find a woman with all of these long hours, is that right?”

“That’s what she tells me. The way Tommy puts it, I just need a handful of bills and the right club.”

At this, Josie couldn’t help but roll her eyes toward the ceiling. “Sounds charming.” 

“I need someone to come to a few family gatherings over the next several months. A wedding, a reunion.” His voice had perked up a bit, the prospect of family gatherings perhaps not entirely something he was dreading. “With my mother in town, I suspect there will be a higher amount of unexpected drop ins and dinners — said girlfriend being around would help.”

“Meaning you want me on call?” That wouldn’t do. 

Sensing the tension in her tone, the man tried again. “I believe I have something in mind that benefits the both of us. You need a place to stay — one roommate, peace and quiet. I have a spare room. Come and stay with me until graduation, no rent required.” He proposed, giving no second thought to opening up his home to a stranger. “I’ll pay you for the shifts you miss to make up for the loss. I’ve got a kitchen full of things other than takeout and granola bars.”

This really was easy.

“I’d feel more comfortable meeting you before fully jumping on board but … that does sound pretty tempting.” Josie trailed off, chapped lip pulled between her teeth. It meant she could leave. It meant a real home, with food and a clean bathroom. The potential ‘daddy’ didn’t seem too creepy, in fact, he came off quite the opposite. He sounded like a complete gentleman.