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rememories | tommy shelby x fem!reader

summary: the lee family trashed your betting room, including your most prized possessions, and tommy does everything in his power to soothe you and right the wrongs that the rival gang caused. pairing: tommy shelby (peaky blinders) x fem!reader tags: s1!tommy, tommy being a sweetheart, your daughter's name is thomasine (thanks @lost-in-sokovia for that one), no real warnings for this other than like angst? brief emotional distress? idk author's note: it's come to this lol. i'll be fixing my cillian masterlist later and reblogging it, so y'all can read all of my old tommy fics (and a few other cillian characters lmao) but i hope you enjoy this one!

The backroom was in total disrepair. Chairs were tipped over, things were thrown from tables, coins scattered everywhere and marks of bludgeonings on the walls. The poor little room was merely a shell of itself, its personality and life battered away. You could still hear your husband’s jaded laughter as he made fun of John for wanting to marry Lizzie Stark, but mere minutes ago now seemed like a lifetime away.

Scudboat sat as Arthur poured him whisky, and he explained how the Lees, “the whole lot of ‘em”, came in and destroyed the betting backroom. He was ambushed, he said, or he would have done a better job defending it. You held Tommy’s hands as fear made your own shake, and your husband sighed. “Find what can be salvaged,” he said, narrowly missing John’s angry fit as he kicked a box over. “Anything is better than nothing.”

“This is terrible,” you sniffled, and Tommy extracted his handkerchief for you. It was one that you had bought for him right after you had gotten married and just before he went to war, and you were always amazed that the silky cloth made it as far as it did. You dabbed at your eyes, scowling at your dark makeup that came off, and your heart beat fiercely against your ribcage for a moment. “The children. Was Finn here for this, Scudboat? Or Thomasine?”

“Nah,” he said. “Finn was off in town; Thomasine ain’t come home from school yet.”

“Oh, Tommy, they can’t see the house like this!” you whimpered and clutched your husband’s arm. “It’ll upset Thomasine too much. I’ll fetch her from school and keep her away from the house for a while until this is mostly fixed.”

Tommy nodded wordlessly in agreement, and he began to take off his cap, but he quickly stopped. He was fixated on something on the floor at his feet, and you looked down to match his gaze, only to be greeted with the big leather book that held your most prized possessions: your photographs. You kept the album in the betting room because it was always filled with people, witnesses in case something happened, and, really, who would want to ruin Tommy Shelby’s wife’s photographs?

Your knees crunched on glass as you lowered yourself to the album, and you took it in your shaking hands. The dark green leather was stained black with spilled ink and oil, obscuring your gold-foiled name on the spine, and you opened the book with a creak of the old pages. You didn’t want to have to assess the damage, but the first page already had you weeping pathetically again. The first photograph, the first one ever taken of you and Tommy, sitting and laughing together as Ada tried out her new camera, years and years ago at fifteen and thirteen. It was gone. The page was yellowed all around where the photograph should be, but the picture itself was gone. You wanted to throw the book across the room and scream; you weren’t concerned with material things, many girls from Small Heath were the same way, but those photographs were your pride and joy. The next page was a formal picture taken of Tommy wearing his Army uniform, his lanky seventeen-year-old build a little too small for the uniform that he would grow into. The corner of the photograph was torn but, thankfully, mostly intact.

The third page made you press the book to your chest. Your wedding photographs. You and Tommy had gotten married quickly, two days before he had to go to France, and, in your haste, you hadn’t been able to afford much. You could only afford a single copy of each photograph: one of you in your Sunday best that was your wedding dress, one of Tommy in his uniform, and one of you together. All three photographs were torn to shreds, settled in the spine of the book, waiting for you to find them. Those wedding photographs were the most important thing in the world to you, and now they were gone. Not even pasting glue could fix it. “Tom!” you sobbed, pressing the back of your wrist to your mouth. “O-Our wedding photographs! Th-They’re all ripped up!”

Your husband’s attention went from Scudboat to you, and he walked over to you and knelt down next to you. He took the small bits of photographs in his fingers, examining them intently, and he sighed heavily. “Fuck, love,” he whispered, and your sobs grew heavy. If Tommy was resigned to fate, then there was no chance of them being fixed. “I’m sorry.”

“We-We don’t have any extras, do we?” you stuttered. Your mouth felt dry as your fingers tried to match the ripped edges of photographs up, but they were too far gone. “Tom, d-do we have any others? Th-These aren’t the only ones we have, right?”

Tommy sat down next to you and put an arm around you, and he watched you frantically sob for just a second more before he used his strength to pull you into his chest. The photo album fell out of your hands, and you clutched your husband as you wailed in sorrow. Your wedding photos were gone.

“Mummy?” you heard a little voice call from the doorway, and you turned to see your wee daughter, Miss Thomasine Sophia Shelby, standing at the door. She was holding her school books in her arms, the pink ribbon in her hair coming loose. Thomasine was born just after Tommy come home from France, five years ago, and she looked like a Shelby, dark hair and bright eyes, but she had her father’s smile. “Mummy, why’re you crying?”

You sniffled and wiped at your eyes, not caring that you streaked your makeup to hell and back, and you mumbled, “People came into the house, did us over. I-I’m just sad, that’s all.” You didn’t want to worry your daughter with the real reason why you were so upset, because, truly, you felt silly for being so distraught at fucking photographs. It felt ridiculous for you, as a grown woman, a mother, to be crying over photographs.

Thomasine ran to you and sat her small body in your lap, and she wrapped her small arms around you. “Don’t be sad,” Thomasine told you, and you laughed humorlessly. “It’s okay, Mummy.”

You sniffled and soothed your hand down Thomasine’s hair— the ends of her long hair were turning a little ginger, just the same as her father’s tended to do in the sun— and you kissed her forehead. “Thank you, love,” you whispered. “Hug your father, he’s sad too.”

Thomasine crawled out of your lap and into Tommy’s, and Thomasine started to suck her thumb as Tommy stood up and settled his daughter firmly on his hip. He offered you a hand to stand up, and you sniffled as you gathered the soiled photo album up in your grip and stood up on your own. “If you find any of ‘em,” Tommy called to the room, and he gestured to the album in your arms. “Bring ‘em to her, don’t waste time. Yeah?”

You hardly slept that night. After securing the house and making sure that there wasn’t any other part of it that the Lees had touched, you had tried to go about your life normally, but it was difficult to pretend like you didn’t know that, at any time, rivals could enter your home and slaughter every last one of you. You put Thomasine to bed after dinner, and your girl fell asleep quickly, but you yourself were awake for hours. Tommy had taken your photo album and put it away in his wardrobe; “If you keep it, you’ll fret over it forever.” He was right, of course, because, when the sun came up, you had tugged it out and was trying to sort through the scraps of photographs on your bedroom floor. The room was cold and part of you wished that you could be in bed, holding your husband close, but you needed to do it for yourself. You had managed to salvage a single photograph by the time Tommy was blinking himself awake, and you sniffled as you beckoned him over. “Tommy, look!” you exclaimed. “I-It’s Thomasine!”

“Jesus, woman,” Tommy sighed groggily. “Have you been at this all night?”

“Yes!” you exclaimed. “Her baby picture, look!”

Tommy reached down for you and he took your hand, and he helped you stand up, his hands going to hold your cheeks. “I know you’re having a hard time with this,” he whispered. “But obsessing over it is only going to make it worse. They’re as good as gone, darling.”

“B-But—” you sniffled, and Tommy shook his head.

“You have to let it go,” He told you firmly. “Come back to bed, you don’t have to be awake for hours.”

“Oh, Tommy,” you sighed, shuffling back up to bed. Your joints hurt from sitting on the floor practically all night, and your vision watered up as you watched Tommy gather up the album and photograph scraps and set them back in his wardrobe. “What am I going to do? All of my favorite memories are lost.”

“You still have the memories in your head, love,” Tommy told you, sitting next to you. You leaned into him and pressed your cheek to his warm chest, and you sniffled as you squeezed your eyes shut.

“I just…” you mumbled. “Our wedding pictures is the thing I’m most upset about. We were so young, and that was before everything went to shit, and we were so happy…”

“We’re still happy,” Tommy assured you. “We’re happier now, because we have Thomasine. We’re a complete family now.”

“You know what I mean,” you said. “We were poor kids, and-and looking at those pictures gave me hope that you’d come home when you were in France. They were my lifeline for a long time, and to have them ruined like this…”

Tommy’s lips formed into a thin line, and he rubbed your back comfortingly as you finally laid down and tried to settle into sleep. Your sleep was thin, hardly even deep enough to call proper sleep, but you finally woke up and got out of bed when you heard shouting down in the bottom of the house. You were used to that, but you still felt like you ought to make sure everything was alright, so you pulled yourself from bed and went about groggily getting ready for the day, slipping on a dress and spraying on perfume before descending the stairs.

The noise seemed to be coming from the back room, the ruined betting room, and you carefully pushed back the plush curtains and opened the doors to see a sight. Your eyes first landed on your husband, dressed in his old uniform. It certainly looked too small for him, tugging a little at his chest, but you clenched your teeth together at the sight. How long has it been since you saw him in the pea-soup-green uniform? Five years, at least. “Tommy,” you said softly. You couldn’t help yourself from stepping closer to him as his head snapped to look at you, and his hard gaze softened in the way it always did when he saw you. He never subjected you to his steely gaze, and, whenever you saw it, it always reminded you of what a feared man he was.

“Fuck, love, what’re you doing down here?” Tommy asked. “You’re supposed to be asleep still.”

“Heard shouting,” you said softly. The other men were bustling around the room as you smoothed your hands up Tommy’s chest, and your eyes went all watery again. “This isn’t happening, please, no.”

“What’s wrong?” Tommy asked. “Talk to me, darling, what’s the matter?”

“How long have you known?” you asked, sniffling. “Leaving us like this, how could you?”

“What?”

“The uniform, Tommy!” you cried. “You’re being called to the war again, why else would you have this shit on?”

Tommy grabbed your cheeks and kissed your forehead, and he angled your head to the side. Arthur stood there, behind a massive camera, angled at a blank space on the wall, and your breath caught in your throat. “What is this?” you asked.

“I’m not being called back,” Tommy explained. “I got to thinking about our wedding pictures, and I went to see the photographer who made them. He said the film was too old and that they couldn’t make you new copies, so the next best thing was to retake them.”

“Oh?” you asked. You sniffled and wiped your nose, and you gently reached out to touch the camera. “We… We’re retaking our wedding pictures?”

“With a few adjustments,” Tommy said. “Back then, I couldn’t afford to even get you so much as a bouquet, but now… Well, I took your measurements to a dress shop, and even though the dress was pre-made and only adjusted to you…”

“Tommy?” you whimpered.

“I got you a wedding dress, love,” Tommy told you. “Better than the flour-bag Sunday best that you had on.”

You gasped, covering your mouth with your hands, and you sobbed once before flying to your husband and crushing him in a hug. “Oh, Tommy!” you cried. “Thank you! Can I see it?”

“Pol’s got it in the kitchen,” Tommy told you. “Go put it on, why don’t you let me see it?”

The dress was beautiful. Eggshell-colored silk that fell below your knees with long sleeves and deep neckline, very fashionable and pretty, and it fit you like a glove as Polly helped you into it. She primped you a little, fixing your hair and patting red rouge onto your lips, and she upturned a vase next to the stove and handed you the bouquet of wildflowers that Thomasine had picked a few days earlier. You felt timid and almost nervous as Polly escorted you back to the betting room, and you cleared your throat once you passed the threshold, afraid that, if you spoke, your voice would give up on you.

Tommy looked to you in an instant, and he gave you a small smile as he stepped towards you. “Aren’t you a sight?” he said in his rumbling timbre, putting his hands on your hips, and he kissed your lips for a moment before he added, “Thomasine might get a brother before the day’s over, if you keep looking that beautiful.”

“Oh, shut up,” you giggled, and he steered you in front of the camera as you smoothed down your dress. You were suddenly nervous, and you clutched Tommy’s hand as Arthur cranked the camera, preparing it to go off. “Tom?”

“M’right here, pet,” Tommy said, squeezing your hand. “Just smile; everything will be fine.”

By the time night fell, you had a whole slew of new film, new pictures to replace the ruined ones. Recreations of your wedding pictures, an updated picture of a smiling Thomasine, even one of Tommy kissing you when the camera went off on accident. Thomasine was tangled in your skirts then, gazing up at her daddy, and you looked at the film as you sat by the fire that night, smiling and admiring it. That was your favorite memory; you, your husband, and your daughter, smiling, laughing, loving. It was perfect.

#tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby x you #peaky blinders fanfic #cillian murphy x reader #cillain murphy x you

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sourwolf-sterek32 · 3 months

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The Dirt (Your Version)

Summary: Meeting Nikki Sixx and Tommy Lee was a coincidence. Being friends was a choice. But falling in love with them both was beyond your control.

A rewrite of The Dirt with all the highs and lows of Mötley Crüe from your perspective.

Pairings: Nikki Sixx x Reader, Tommy Lee x Reader, Nikki Sixx x Tommy Lee x Reader

Word Count: 4.2k

Trigger warning- past child abuse, homophobic language

Previous Chapter

Chapter 16- Crash and Burn

After months and months of nonstop touring. Perform, fly to the next city, perform and repeat with no breaks, it burnt the guys out.

Mötley Crüe were pushing the limits of their sobriety. They were exhausted, so depleted, so devoid of all thought and emotion and it wasn't even the end of the tour yet.

"Lemon drop?" A waitress offered, walking over to Mötley's table at the local club while holding out a tray of brightly coloured shots.

"No, thank you. Just some more waters." Nikki politely declined from across the table.

"This is great." Vince commented sarcastically raising his glass of plain water.

You kicked his boot from under the table causing him to glare at you, but he didn't say anything before leaning back against his chair with a heavy sigh.

The rest of the guys tried to distract themselves from the alcohol by watching the girls dance on the poles at the far side of the club, but that clearly wasn't working for Vince.

Tommy excused himself to try and phone his wife again. But it had been a week straight of not being able to reach Heather due to a busy work schedule and it was taking its toll on the drummer.

"They're keeping us on the road. Fifteen new days in Canada." Nikki informed taking a sip of his drink.

"I haven't seen anything about any new dates." Vince responded with a frown.

"Check your itinerary, man."

"I would, but somebody doesn't think it's important to let the lead fucking singer know what the fuck is going on here." Your brother snapped before aggressively grabbing his glass of water and drinking the last of it.

You glanced between him and Nikki, relieved that the bassist didn't retaliate at your brother's hostile tone. Everyone was getting worn out, tempers were running thin, and it was only a matter of time before someone broke.

"Guys, I fucked up." Tommy announced, right on cue.

He plonked himself down on his seat at the table looking tired and miserable.

"Heather's been all weird and distant and I drank." He admitted guiltily staring down at his hands. "Well, a little. I had one shot and I'm sorry."

"I'm gonna have a fucking cocktail too, man. What are you gonna do about it, Nikki?" Vince challenged.

"Everybody falls off the wagon once in a while-"

"Fuck you, man." Vince cut him off causing Nikki to shoot him a heated look. "Fuck off! Fuck the rest of this tour. It is the No Fucking Fun tour, and I am sick and tired of not having any fucking fun."

"Vince-" You tried to say but he abruptly stood up from his chair and began marching off.

"I don't wanna fucking hear it!"

You watched him walk off in the direction of the bar before Nikki shot to his feet and went after him.

Oh, here we go.

You jumped to your feet as well, Mick and Tommy remaining seated watching on to see what would happen as you rushed across the club towards them.

"Hey, we're not done!" Nikki shouted grabbing Vince's jacket.

Your brother spun around and shoved Nikki in the chest hard causing the bassist to stumble back a step.

"We fucking are, man."

"Enough. Both of you." You ordered, stepping between the two of them while holding your hand up towards your brother ready to stop him from doing anything else while eyeing Nikki cautiously out the corner of your eye.

You loved them both dearly, but Vince had more of a temper than Nikki. So, it was him you were worried about at the moment, but you also knew how angry Nikki could get if provoked.

Vince glared at Nikki over your shoulder, his mouth thinning with displeasure before he looked down at you and clenched his jaw tightly as if holding back what he wanted to say.

"Let's just sit back down and take a breather, yeah?" You suggested holding your brothers gaze, but he simply shook his head before looking at Nikki behind you.

"Oh, and by the way..." He began to say, his voice hardening ruthlessly as he grabbed a shot from a waitress walking past. "Here's to your sober band."

Vince down the shot before dropping the glass letting it shatter against the ground before he turned and shouted over his shoulder.

"Get me that itinerary, bass player."

Vince marched off towards the bar and you glanced back at Nikki who looked ready to charge right back after him.

"Don't." You warned, shaking your head. "Just let him cool off."

Nikki let out a heavy exhale but nodded allowing you to walk him back to the table where Mick and Tommy were sitting having watched the whole thing. None of them commented on it, they didn't have to.

Eventually, you convinced the manager to send the band home for a while and you had never seen the guys look so relieved.

They all loved the rockstar life and wouldn't trade it for the world. It was all their dreams coming true, but even Mötley Crüe had their limits and they had found theirs.

After the much-needed break, the band got back into the studio and started working on the next album. Everyone was keen to try and top Dr. Feelgood, everyone except for Vince. Your brother hadn't just drunk that single shot at the club. He had gone back to drinking like he used to before rehab, and it was bad.

Sharise had filed for a divorce and when he returned from the tour, the mansion was empty. His ex-wife had taken his daughter and left without a goodbye. So, Vince turned to the only thing he knew how to do to numb the pain, drink alcohol.

They were all slipping off the wagon again, but Vince was the one who was letting it affect his work. He would constantly show up late to the studio and sometimes, he just wouldn't show up at all and everyone was getting sick of it.

There was a bad storm today, but the guys all came to the studio anyway, battling the conditions but Vince wasn't there despite living the closest. The longer they had to wait, the more pissed they became.

Nikki slammed the phone down after another failed call to Vince's house.

"I'm telling you, guys, everything is fucking upside down and flip-flopping. And while we're waiting for our lead singer to get his head out of his ass, we're getting left in the dust, man." Tommy grumbled, but you knew where this conversation was going. He had said it too many times to count and you didn't want to hear it.

"Tommy, zip it." You warned, glaring over at him from your spot on the couch.

"I'm just saying, bands replace their front men, and it still works. Van Halen-"

"I know Van Halen fucking did it 'cause you say that every single time Vince misses a fucking rehearsal." Nikki said cutting him off.

"Well? Mick?" Tommy asked looking over at the older man for backup.

"Shut it." He ordered causing Tommy to sigh. "Where is this asshole? Every second that goes by, I feel another bone rotting from this fucking disease. Call the prick again."

Nikki lowered his bass and walked back over to the phone on the table, but once again, there was no answer.

"Y/N, seriously, where the fuck is your brother?" Nikki asked, slamming the phone down so hard you feared he may have broken it.

"I'm not his fucking keeper." You snapped from where you were lying on the couch before sighing and taking in a deep calming breath. "He's going through shit. Just give him some time."

"We're all going through shit, and he's had enough time. I'm sending him a fax." Nikki muttered before he stormed out the room.

Nearly an hour later, Tommy sat behind his drums while Nikki and Mick stood nearby with their bass and guitar around their shoulders trying to work out a rhythm for a new song.

You stood in front of the microphone taking over from your brother's position like you usually did whenever he missed these rehearsals. You could not sing like Vince in the slightest. You were a backup singer at the very most, but hearing the lyrics being sung helped the guys with their instruments so you agreed to do it.

Suddenly, the door to the studio slammed open and the music died as Vince marched inside, his hair and clothes drenched from the pouring rain still pelting down from outside.

"Someone wanna tell me what the fuck's going on here?"

"Let's save us all some time, especially yours, Vince, as it's clearly more fucking valuable than ours!" Nikki shouted, walking up to your brother until they were practically toe to toe.

You lowered your hand from the microphone pole and took a few cautious steps towards them not liking how hostile this conversation was already.

"You'd better tell me what the fuck's going on, man." Vince growled.

"What's going on is we're down here, and we're working, and we wanna be here, but we are tired of forcing you to be here with us."

"Maybe I'd come in more if I liked the material."

"Maybe you'd like the material if you were in the studio making it with us instead of staring at your fucking watch!" Tommy barked from behind his drums.

"Yeah, I'm staring at my watch because this album is fucking stupid!"

The bullshit flew back and forth between the guys like a game of tennis until Vince finally threw his racket at the ground.

"You know what? Fuck all y'all. I am done. Fuck this. I quit."

"Good, 'cause you're fucking fired!" Nikki snapped.

"I quit already, dick." Your brother said over his shoulder.

"Whoa, wait, wait." You jogged after him. "No. Vin, bro, come on. Let's just talk about-"

"I'm done."

"Vince-" You grabbed his arm, but he shoved you back forcefully causing you to trip over your own feet and fall to the ground, hard.

"Fuck off, Y/N."

"Whoa!" Nikki shouted, stepping forward protectively.

"What the fuck, man? She's your sister!" Tommy exclaimed, rushing around his drums and dropping to his knees beside you to see if you were okay, but you waved him off.

"She's just a fucking slut who spreads her legs for you guys!" Vince spat.

The room fell silent.

The only sound was the old clock on the wall ticking by at each passing second.

You, Tommy and Nikki froze. Your eyes widened in shock and Vince smiled maliciously.

"You thought I wouldn't find out about that?"

Nobody said anything. You didn't know what to say and doubted you'd be able to speak even if you wanted to.

How the hell did he know?

"When I figured it out, and I figured it out pretty fucking quickly. I wanted to kill you both." Vince growled glaring at Tommy and Nikki. "But I didn't. That wasn't weakness. It took everything."

"Let me explain-" you began to say but he cut you off.

"Explain what? That you're a slut who fucks the two nearest guys?!"

You jumped to your feet in an instant and stalked over to him getting in his face.

"You have no fucking right to say that to me!" You hissed. "Not when you fuck every girl that comes close to you. Not when you cheated on your wife all tour and then wondered why she fucking dumped your ass."

The second the words were out your mouth, you regretted them. It was a low blow. It was true but you shouldn't have said it. Vince was struggling enough as it was with Sharise leaving and his daughter going with her. You shouldn't have bought them into this argument.

Vince took a sudden step forward and you flinched back a step, waiting for the backhand that never came.

Vince had never once laid a hand on you. Even when you were kids and fighting, he never got physical. The two of you got enough hits and bruises from your father, you didn't need to do it to each other. But after what you just said, you thought that he would.

Instead, he glared down at you. His hands clenched together tightly by his sides like he wanted to fight but was holding himself back.

"You are treading on some thin fucking ice, Y/N." Vince warned. "Don't push me."

"Then don't call me a slut and we won't have a problem."

Vince laughed, but it wasn't his usual happy laugh. It was forced and it was mean.

"Then you shouldn't have spread your fucking legs for them!"

"Whoa, that's enough!" Nikki shouted from behind you.

Vince's eyes darted over your shoulder towards the bassist and hardened.

"I told you. I told both of you that my sister was off limits. I fucking told you!"

"We know." Tommy sighed.

"That's all you have to say? You fucked my little sister behind my back and that is all you have to say to me?!"

"What do you want us to say, man?" Nikki asked. "We can't undo what we've done. And you know what? I don't want to undo it. I liked it."

A cloud of warning settled over Vince's features. His jaw tensed visibly, nostrils flaring, and you knew what he was about to do.

You had seen your brother in enough fights over the years to know the signs. From schoolyard fist fights to bar brawls. You knew when Vince was about to start swinging and it was now.

His eyes were zeroed in on one thing, and one thing only: Nikki Sixx.

Vince stepped around you, fury making his boots strike the ground in heavy thumps as he marched up to the bassist. Nikki didn't back away. He stood up straighter, chest expanding, and shoulders pulled back making himself look bigger and fierce.

"Guys, don't." Tommy rushed over knowing as well as you did that this would not end well.

Vince was probably more experienced in fights, but Nikki could hold his own if he had to.

Tommy reached for your brother's shoulder trying to defuse the situation, but Vince shoved the drummer away easily. He stumbled back a few steps crashing into his drum set and knocking over a cymbal with a loud crash.

Nikki was quick to shove Vince back in retaliation for pushing Tommy. Your brothers body staggered back a step not expecting the sudden strength from the bassist before he got his footing and marched right back up to Nikki, his hand forming a fist by his side.

"Enough!" You yelled, slotting yourself between them putting your hands against their chests holding them apart. "Back off. Both of you."

"Let's just talk about this." Mick spoke up from across the room.

"There's nothing to talk about. You guys are fucking dead to me." Vince snarled pointing at Nikki and Tommy before his hard eyes narrowed down at you. "And we're fucking done."

Vince didn't wait for anyone to say anything else before he abruptly turned on his heels and marched towards the door.

"Vince, come on. I'm your sister-"

He glanced over his shoulder and shook his head, "not anymore."

Your hand fell from Nikki's chest. Tears burning in the back of your eyes as you watched your brother leave the studio.

He was gone.

Mötley Crüe was over.

And it was all your fault.

The door slammed shut behind Vince causing you to flinch at the loud bang. You didn't move. You didn't say anything. You just stood there staring at the closed door through blurry tear-filled eyes.

Tommy picked up his cymbal from the floor before taking a hesitant step towards you.

"Y/N..." He began to say but got lost for words.

What could he even say? It was over. It was all over. It was your fault and your brother had disowned you.

"I don't even care anymore." You sighed, wiping the tears from your eyes before slowly walking towards the door. "I’m out."

"Y/N, wait. Don't go." Nikki begged, rushing over and grabbing your arm gently. "Please don't go. Not like this."

You turned and smiled sadly at him through teary eyes.

"Guess you were right all along, Sixx." You thought back to the day he caught you and Tommy in bed all those years ago. "I did end up ruining the band."

You pulled your arm free easily from Nikki's grasp and he didn't try and stop you as you turned and walked out the studio.

Vince's bright sports car sped off down the street in a blur of red paint before skidding around the corner and disappearing out of sight leaving you standing on the sidewalk in the rain.

You thought back to when the two of you were teenagers. Back when Vince had his hopes and dreams set on becoming a rockstar.

Your brother had just left with his surfer buddy to catch some waves before dinner leaving you alone in the house doing your homework at the kitchen bench.

Halfway through trying to solve fraction equations the front door of the house slammed open followed by loud heavy footsteps. Your grip tightened around the pencil hating how you could tell your fathers bad mood by the sound of his footsteps alone.

Choosing to ignore him, you continued working on your math homework with your head down while your father marched across the house. He was muttering and swearing to himself as usual, dumping his lunch bag on the dining room table before walking into the kitchen past you and grabbing a bottle of beer from the fridge.

"Where's your fucking brother?"

"I dunno." You shrugged writing down your calculations.

Vince was currently grounded and not allowed to leave the house after school for the next two weeks. There was no way in hell you were about to snitch on him to your father.

"Hey, look at me when I'm talking." Your father ordered.

Your head instantly snapped up at your father's stern tone and silently cursed yourself for showing disrespect like that.

You met your fathers’ dark eyes, his lips pressing together in anger before he shook his head and pointed to Vince's guitar that was laying across the couch. Your fathers leather couch.

Shit.

Vince had forgotten to put it away before he left.

"Where did he get that from?" Your father demanded.

Ah, crap.

Well, technically, Vince stole it.

"I don't know." You lied.

"I'm fucking sick of this music crap and the gay clothes he's starting to wear. No son of mine is wearing that shit in public. I didn't raise a fucking fag!" Your father growled, glaring at the guitar on the couch.

"He's not gay for wearing those clothes." You mumbled softly under your breath but the second the words were out of your mouth, you knew it was a mistake.

Never talk back.

That was his number one rule, never talk back. Your father was huge on respect and responsibility. He had drilled that into you and Vince as kids and you had just broken that rule.

Your father was on you like a rash and before you knew it, you were being hauled from your chair and slammed up against the kitchen cabinet.

His breath smelt like whiskey, having already been down to the local bar after work to drink and spend money the family didn't even have. It was nothing new, but now you understood why his anger was on a shorter leash than usual.

You stood up straight, your back pressed against the wooden door of the cabinet, but despite how strong you were pretending to be, you were scared. Your heart was beating out of your chest, and you could feel your hands starting to tremble by your side.

You were so dead.

"What have we talked about?"

This was a test.

He was giving you a chance to correct yourself. A chance to plead your guilt and apologise, but you were goddamn sick of apologising to him for stuff that didn't warrant it.

You remained silent tilting your head up high maintaining eye contact to show you weren't afraid, but he knew you were. He could always tell. And you were always afraid.

"Speak when spoken to!" He shouted, his face inches from yours causing you to flinch back.

"Vince can wear whatever he wants." You answered, hating the way your voice trembled. "It's not your decision and it doesn't make him gay."

His jaw clenched and you knew exactly what was about to happen.

A split second later, his knuckles collided with your jaw snapping your head to the side, blood filling your mouth.

"You are a slow fucking learner, girl." He hissed, looking down at you before you spat blood at his face.

He was already pissed. Might as well make it worth it.

His fist instantly collided with the side of your face again, the force of the hit slamming the back of your head against the cabinet door behind you. His hand balled into a fist against the collar of your jacket, pressing you harder against the door.

Your stepmother suddenly walked into the house only just getting home from work, but completely froze when she saw the scene in front of her.

You glanced over at her, silently begging her to do something, to say something, to help, but she never did. Your father suddenly grabbed your chin and turned your head back towards him, forcing you to look at him, and only him.

"Go to your room and don't come out until school tomorrow. No dinner either."

Then, he released his hold of you and walked out the kitchen, but you remained leaning against the cabinet for a few minutes breathing heavily and fighting back the tears you could feel rising in your eyes.

Your stepmother stared at you for a moment, sadness washing over her before she walked away without a word.

You peeled yourself off the wooden door and grabbed Vince's guitar from the couch before your father could break it. Dumping the guitar in your brother's bedroom, you made a beeline for his window and slid it open before climbing out and running away from the house and away from your father's wrath.

A few minutes later, you were walking along the soft floury sand of the beach. The sun was shining brightly in the vast never ending blue sky above you and just the scent of salt water and fresh air made you feel better.

Seagulls were squawking above your head as they flew by searching for leftover food while you walked along the shore in the shallows of the sea.

Looking around you noticed that the beach was fairly secluded. There were no normal sights of tourists with day-glow tans, no tacky food stands or chattering children. The beach was completely empty at this time on a weekday. It was beautiful.

The entire stretch of golden beach was bare except for two figures in the distance, surfing along the waves gracefully.

Vince.

You slowly made your way down the beach, sand crunching under your feet with each step until you reached his towel that was laid over the soft sand and you sat down on top of it.

Vince and his surfer buddy were cutting through the waves with ease, soaring along the coast like they had done it a thousand times before, which they had. You and your brother practically lived at the beach. It was your safe haven away from the drama at home.

Closing your eyes, you took in a deep calming breath memorized by the rhythm of the waves breaking on the shore as you savoured the salty air.

When you opened your eyes again, there was only one surfer still out there, but you could hear footsteps in the sand approaching you.

Tilting your head to the side, you spotted Vince walking towards you with his surfboard clamped under his left arm. The second he saw the angry red mark on your cheek his relaxed and happy expression hardened.

He stared at your cheek and gritted his teeth in anger before he dropped his board down onto the sand. He grabbed a can of coke out his friend's cooler nearby and held it out towards you while motioning towards the bruising mark.

"What happened?"

"Nothing." You dismissed grabbing the coke and pressing the cold can to the side of your face with a wince.

"Y/N, what did he do this time?"

You sighed, looking away from your brother hating how you could feel tears beginning to burn in the back of your eyes.

"I'm going to fucking kill him." Vince growled, but you knew he couldn't.

Sure, Vince was getting older and stronger, but your father was an ex-military man turned mechanic. Vince couldn't beat him in a fight, not yet anyway. The still healing blackeye on your brother's face was enough evidence of that.

You weren't going to tell him about the things your father had said. He had made it clear to your brother about his hate towards the music and glam style clothes. Vince didn't need a reminder about that, and you didn't want him to stop wearing that stuff just because of your stupid father.

"One day, I'm getting us out of that fucking house." Vince said, sitting down on the towel beside you. "Away from this shitty neighbourhood. Away from him. Away from all of it. I promise."

"You can't promise that." You whispered, wiping the tears from your eyes.

"I can." He insisted. "Soon, I'll be in a band, and we won't have to see him ever again."

You wanted to believe him. You really did. Vince had the skill to make it as a rockstar, that wasn't up for debate, but the chances of it happening? Pretty slim.

"No matter what happens, we stick together, yeah?" Vince said looking over at you.

You tilted your head towards him and smiled, "you and me against the world, bro."

"You're damn right."

He wrapped his arm around your back and pulled you into his side. The salt water from his long-wet hair mixed in with your tears as you rested your head against his shoulder.

The two of you sat on the beach together with your toes in the cool sand watching the waves crash along the shore while silently dreading the thought of going back home.

Now, you stood alone outside the recording studio in the rain, salty tears falling down your cheeks.

Vince had made it as a rockstar. He kept his promise and had gotten you both out of that abusive home, but now he was gone.

No matter what happens, we stick together.

What a bunch of bullshit.

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Cloudy

Arthur Shelby x F!Reader

Synopsis : Arthur married you on the basis of business but he can’t help but feel insecure as his new wife avoids his gaze.

Note : I don't drink and have never been in a relationship so im unqualified to write about it but whatever

GRAMMAR BAD, DON’T EAT ME!

Arthur’s drunk again. A celebration was held in honor of another company milestone at The Garrison this time with the entire Shelbys and Grays present along with their most loyal allies and employees. All was present except for you.

You were supposed to be Tommy’s so-called ‘gift’ to Arthur. Another way to say he had done a deal with another family that needed their girl married to a man, just like the Lees. Except, Arthur deem himself not as lucky as his younger brother with his bride. You were unusually quiet, never even smiling at your own wedding.

Deep down Arthur knew this would happen. His father always told him that all a woman's good for is to comfort men thus he never really tried to court any, only finding comfort in hired women. It bites him in the ass of course, seeing his younger brothers building a family with the women they love while he drinks and rots away at the pub. He was never really the smartest one of the siblings.

On the night of the wedding he opt to getting drunk and banging other ladies at the reception. A part of him just wanted to let out steam but the other part wanted you to react but you never did. When the news hits you all you said to him was ‘Good for you?” with a confused look on your face. He almost thought you were mad, what kind of reaction is that? It’s like you're treating him like a co-worker just having a normal conversation about what they did during the holiday.

He could never get mad at you though, you kept his house tidy,cooked warm dinner when he got home, and never complained when he came home drunk or bloodied. Often times he would see you occupied in craft or reading only glancing at him when necessary. It hurts his pride to be ignored by his own wife but overtime he starts to treat your indifference as normal as he continues to visit brothels to try to mend his broken ego.

Now he’s walking wobbly on the lonely streets back home to his stone faced wife. The dark skies are whirling all around his eyes and the pouring rain louder then usual assaults his ear drums. How many bottles of whiskey did he drink to get this drunk? He lost count, all he wants to do is to shut his eyes.

When he arrives home it's already past midnight but the light from the windows are still bright. He opens the door seeing you reading a crimson covered book without lifting her eyes off the pages.

“Y/N! You should pay attention when someone enters a room, we have enemies” slurring through his words he tries to get rid of his now soaking weighted coat.

You arch your brows in question, “I know what your footsteps sounds like, if you were an intruder I would have shot you by now”. He huffs, thinking how typical for you to say that like you know everything. In his frustration, he aggressively tries to shake himself off his soaked clothes. His eyesight only seeing the pooling wet floor under him, thinking how typical of him to be this foolish.

A fuzzy towel ruffles his hair trying to dry it from the rain water. You had stood up to help him dry off, and undress him to his underwear. He’s too drunk to even freak out about being naked in front of her, just relieved to be separated from his soaked clothes.

“C’mon I still have some warm water left” you hold his rough hands guiding him to the bathroom where a tub of warm water awaits.

“I was going to soak in it after I read in case you come home in the morning” you let him soak in the warmth of the water, as you began to lather his body with soap diligently covering every crevice of his body like you had done this multiple times before.

“Why do you do this?” his voice low and rough

Your brows arch again at the question, “What? Why wouldn’t I?”

He snapped his head towards her suddenly “Cause you hate me” his voice was weak and tired, his eyes were clouded almost like he wasn’t even looking at you.

You can feel your heartbeat fasten. Arthur was well known to be an outgoing and loud person, seeing him be this quite worried you especially his eyes. Those eyes you see countless times when you would tend to your depressed and hateful father.

After a couple seconds of them staring at each other, a splash broke your trance.

“DO YOU PITY ME WOMEN?? IS THAT WHY YOU AVOID ME EYES? DO YOU SEE THE DEVIL IN ME TOO?” his eyes widen in anger at you, his own self hatred consumes him as he stared back at your dumbfounded look

Hoping Arthur didn’t see you finch at his sudden burst of sound, you take a deep breath before answering “I don’t hate you” your voice firm yet soft trying to convey your sincerity.

Shame washes over him realizing he just yelled at the person who’s trying to help him. His eyes avert yours “Then why didn’t you smile at our wedding?”

A sudden cold air struck your lungs as your own eyes widened. This marriage had been an unexpected thing in your life but you never hated it, so why DIDN’T you smile? Your rough hands wrapped around itself as you try to answer his question logically “This marriage is just a contract between our families. I didn’t see the need to look happy at a work event”

A burst of laughter echoes through the room. “A work event ey? This is just work to you” you can feel the pain in his voice, despite being arranged to marry you he still hope to be a happy partner with you.

Only now did you realize that you had been hurting his feelings. You thought you just had to do basic marital obligation for him, not once did you realize that you needed to put work onto your own feelings with him.

“Forgive me Arthur. I’m…I’m what you call inept in these kinds of emotional things.”

His hands wave at you dismissively “I don’t blame you luv. I’m not as smart or attractive as my brothers. I get it now” the water’s started to grow cold

“I think your plenty smart and attractive Art plus your the first born” you slowly try to continue to wash him

“What does that have to do with anything?” his faces the wall, not wanting to look at you

Being bold, you took his chin gently to face you “How did you figure they grow up to be so smart? Or healthy? Or attractive? Was it your dad who left you every night?”

HIs eyes widened at your words

“You were the one who worked with your Aunt to make sure your siblings can at get the education they need and put food at the dining table. You were the one who took the blame whenever your father came home drunk. You were the ones to look after your brothers back at the army so they can arrive safe back home.” your hands instinctively slither around his hands warming them as the water of the tub starts to grow cold.

“I’m the oldest too”

A silent understanding bloomed between you two. You helped him clean up and as he get dressed you cooked him a meal before bed. During that time you two go on through the routine without talking but with the air feels lighter than it did a day ago.

“I’m sorry that I’ve been avoiding your gaze Art”

“I was being dramatic, I should have talked to you instead of getting drunk” his mind now a bit more clearer as he lay in the comfortable mattress

“As long as your safe and honest with me I think I could excuse anything you do after all you are a Shelby I would have already ran away if I wasn’t prepared”

“Is that why you avoid me all this time? So you don’t get hurt?”

“Part of it is yea but the other part is just I never really had any experience with a romantic partner before” you get in under the blanket with him

He chuckled “That’s just a fancy way of saying your a virgin"

“I don’t want to hear that from someome who calls himself the devil like some hormonal teenager” as you try to wave him off and prepare to sleep he grabs your arm, forcing you to meet his gaze

“Kiss me. Prove to me that your willing to try this thing and not just saying promises for the sake of it” frim and anticipating your reaction his once cloudy eyes are clear and bright

You breathe in to compose yourself “Fine” Hesitantly you close your eyes tight, pursing your lips like a goldfish as it finally makes contact with his own thin lips. When you lean back to see his reaction you see a mischievous smile like he finally got the upper hand on you.

“What a prude!”

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So Much to Lose dark!Joel x f!Reader

rating: 18+

words: 4.6k

summary: After your explosive last patrol with Joel, you and Joel return to Teton Village.

tags: Enemies to EWB (enemies with benefits), slow burnish, oral (M receiving - no swallowing), Joel is emotionally stunted.

a/n: So strangely outta all my stories on the go, this one is the fic that plays in my head the most. I've written an outline, the final is already written out despite us havin' a bit of a ways to go to get these two seein' clearly. Reviews help me work, I don't get paid for this stuff, so if you wouldn't mind reviewing I'd really appreciate it!

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Chapter 5: You still want this?

Jennifer sees you walk into the dining hall a short while later and calls you over with an exaggerated wave. The group she’s sitting with wave at you also. All of them are like Jennifer; young and pretty and smiley.

They set you a bit on edge with their intrigued gazes when you approach with your tray, taking a seat next to a tall man with an easy smile.Jennifer introduces you to everyone before doing the same for you.

“This is Peter, his wife Margaret,” a brunette couple at the end of the table give waves before going back to their chatting. “On your left is Lee and the guy to your right is Luke.”

The tall man – Luke – gives you a small nod and shy smile. “Nice to meet'cha.”

“He’s new like you,” Jennifer explains. “Just moved here last month. He used to be in construction.”

“Oh wow,” you say trying to feign interest and failing. Luke chews his food and gives an awkward nod at you before he starts to speak across the table to Peter.

You want to be engaged with the faces around the table, but your mind is still with Joel in the stable. You still can’t believe you told him you wanted him to fuck your mouth. That you verbally agreed to it. He gave you an out and you still said yes! What the fuck is wrong with you?

The rest of the group chats around you and you don’t mind the chatter. It fills the space normally punctuated with silence that you’re used to and it momentarily distracts you from your dilemma. You find you much prefer conversations with Ellie though – she has more interesting things to say on the whole.

Jennifer is obviously the leader of this group, weaving tales and telling jokes that has the rest of the table (including you) chuckling. When the rest of her friends finish their breakfasts and bid the two of you a good day, she waits until you are both alone before fixing you with a smile.

“Isn’t Luke nice?”

“Mhmm.”

Jennifer loves to talk and doesn't seem to mind that you don't. She likes regaling you with stories about folks living in the town. She's been settled in Jackson almost as long as Maria and Tommy and subsequently she has seen quite a bit.

"The Butcher used to date the lady that sorted the incoming items," she tells you over her tea. "But then she fell in love with the guy who works in weaponry. It was really messy for a bit."

You listen with fascination at the social milieu of the community you now inhabit. Being in Jennifer's orbit also means that others are starting to take notice of you. More people wave and give you passing greetings. You can only shyly nod and give mumbled hello’s in return.

This morning a tall man with patchy eyebrows gives you and Jennifer a nod, tilting his cowboy hat in your direction as he saunters past your table.

"That's Greg," Jennifer says with a voice low in secrecy. "We dated for a few months a year or so ago. Super nice guy but very clingy."

You suppress a smirk at this, amused at Jennifer's disgusted expression. Dating seems like something from a lifetime ago, almost juvenile in concept.

"You date a lot?" Jennifer asks as she sips her tea. "Before the outbreak, I mean."

"Nah," you shake your head. "Dating scared the shit outta me. I was always a really shy kid."

"I could see that," Jennifer muses. "You don't really talk much."

You shrug, feeling strangely embarrassed, as if this quiet observation is somehow a scathing criticism of character.

"What about around here?" Jennifer asks with playful lilt to her voice. It's asked in such a way that reminds you of slumber parties with giggling and strawberry lip-gloss. "Anyone catch your eye?"

"Not really."

You know that you answer too quickly but you also know that Jennifer won't follow up on it if you change the subject to her favorite topic: herself.

"What about you?" You take a bite of toast before casting your eyes over the crowd. "Got a lot to folks to choose from."

Jennifer glances around the bustling dining hall before wrinkling her nose up, obviously unimpressed with her choices presented.

"I'm gonna stick with Joel Miller," she nods to herself. "All the other guys here kinda pale in comparison."

Joel Miller.

"Might have you work cut out for you," you murmur. "Seems like a lot of work just to get him to be civil."

"I like a challenge," Jennifer winks at you. "And since you two are partner’s maybe you can introduce me sometime?"

Oh yeah, that'll go over well. You wish she’d drop this whole Joel thing. But then again because of it she’s being kind to you, she’s taken an interest. She’s introducing you to people, she’s helping to chase away the loneliness. You’re both getting something out of this, so why not continue?

Then again, its Joel.

"I think you should pick someone easier," you offer. "Plus if you go with him you'll be a stepmom to Ellie."

"I don't think she needs a stepmom," Jennifer laughs.

Your brows furrow and you go to reply when the girl of the hour walks into the dining hall. She sees you and waves before she walks over grab a tray of food. Her ponytail bobs behind her as she collects her breakfast items.

"She's so sweet," Jennifer tuts with what sounds like adoration when she witnesses this. You hold in a frown, not liking the condescending way Jennifer says it. It’s very likely she doesn’t mean it that way, but something about it irks you.

You watch Ellie saunter up to the end of your table, casting a look in your direction. You try to ignore her, remembering what Joel said you to earlier. He doesn’t want you interacting with Ellie, answering her questions.

He all but said you weren’t an influence he wants on his daughter. But it feels wrong to ignore her, wrong to pretend she isn’t standing beside you looking at you with beseeching eyes.

"Hi Ellie," Jennifer chirps as the girl stands awkwardly at the end of the table, looking at you. "Join us?"

Ellie shoots you a look that you can't quite read. You raise your eyes to hers and see the insecurity there and it breaks your heart. There’s no way you can turn her away. You motion to the table with your head that the invitation is indeed valid and she gives you a tight, relieved smile.

Ellie takes a seat next to you, tray clattering. You don’t miss the two milks on her tray and you hold in a smirk. Ellie begins to dig into her eggs and Jennifer is all warm smiles and sweet words for the sleepy teen.

"I heard that you're working on your baking," Jennifer offers abruptly, surprising both of you. You turn to look at Ellie, brow raised.

“You are?”

"Who told you that?" Ellie snaps, irritation laced in every letter. Her dark eyes are narrowed in obvious distaste for the blonde seated across from you.

"Oh uh, Rita in the kitchen mentioned it," Jennifer says with an uneasy laugh, eyes darting to you and then back to Ellie.

You think about Joel not wanting you to interfere, but this is something you know about. Baking is something you can actually bond with her about without making her long for the past.

"I didn't know you liked baking," you tell her. "If you want I can ask some of the-"

"Can we just drop it, please?" Ellie asks, cheeks burning. It's clearly something she didn't want other people knowing and you wince. You know the feeling of wanting something private for yourself.

"Of course," you nod.

The table lapses into a tense silence with Jennifer trying to smile at Ellie and the girl trying to look everywhere but at Jennifer. Ellie stabs a bit of sausage with her fork, the action almost violent. She’s tired and her hair is knotted in her ponytail. You wish you had a brush you could run through her thick tresses. Once a big sister, always a big sister you suppose.

"How's Joel?" Jennifer asks lightly, as if the answer isn't really a big deal. You want to roll your eyes at her lack of subtlety but Ellie beats you to it.

"S'fine."

Jennifer looks at you, silently begging for help, but you leave your eyes on your plate. If Jennifer wants to pursue this whole Joel thing she’ll do so without your help. While you’ll let her rope you into talking to Joel, there’s no way you’re going to bug Ellie about this.

"Doesn't he usually have meals with you?"

"Not breakfast usually," Ellie offers with a bored look on her face. "Only sometimes."

She remains tight-lipped for the rest of breakfast, sitting sullenly next to you as she eats. This cloudy disposition exits only when Jennifer announces she has plans with her friends and bids you both a farewell.

"She's such a phony," Ellie cites as the woman leaves the dining hall. "She doesn't give a shit about me. She just wants to know about Joel it’s so fucking obvious."

"I'm sure that's not true," you say without feeling. You feel a twist of guilt in your gut. Jennifer is nice to you and yeah, she’s a bit of an annoyance, but you don’t think she’s particularly harmful.

However as soon as the words leave your mouth Ellie stands abruptly, bristling. You give her a confused look.

"I told you I don't like liars."

She leaves her tray next to you, looking disgusted as she marches out of the hall, sure to go in the opposite direction of Jennifer.

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The ride to Teton village that afternoon is a tense one punctuated by the occasional whinny from Midnight and Chestnut. You and Joel haven't spoken since your patrol shift started, not even a hello when you both mounted your horses.

Now you ride behind him a few paces, body bobbing along with Chestnut who seems to be reinvigorated after his re-shoeing.

The sky is a bright grey today, the chill of the weather deep in your bones. You're thankful for the warm clothes you've put on, including the red scarf hidden deep in the depths of your jacket. You know how much Joel hates it.

Your eyes drift to your patrol partner and his broad shoulders holding a backpack and gun.

You still want that mouth fucked dumb?

Your admission to Joel earlier makes your heart continue to thrum well after you've been riding for hours. Every turn of his head that showcases his severe profile sets your stomach jumping.

You wonder if he's going to say something about it. If he's going to jeer at you or worse, guide you both off to the side of the road and insist you suck him right there.

But he doesn't make any move to do so. He just continues on ahead of you atop of Midnight like some modern cowboy in a winter jacket.

How did Ellie get through to him?

This sticks out in your mind. Ellie is abrasive and loud and seems to be everything Joel would despise in another person. And yet, the brief times you’ve seen a look of tenderness he shares with her is something so loving it makes your heart crack. He’s her father in everything but blood. His daughter is gone. Is that why? Was there a daughter-sized hole in Joel desperate to be filled and Ellie fit the bill? The thought humanizes him in your eyes.

By the time you reach the village you almost pity Joel. A man who lost a daughter, desperate to take care of another living being. You wonder if there is a wife-shaped hole missing in him too. Would Jennifer fit that bill? Would he be happy if that empty spot was taken up by a beautiful blonde woman? If so a part of you wants to help.

You tie up your horses and Joel watches you unlock the door. He doesn't comment when your fingers tremble clumsily to punch in the code. He doesn't jeer when you stumble in over the floorboards. You watch him saunter ahead of you with the Thermos and your lunches and you observe him not as Joel Miller, asshole. You work to seperate his body from his person. He's a man, a strangely beautiful one in his ferocity and broad frame.

His body is graceful despite its bulk and your eyes rove the planes of his form as he makes his way ahead of you, bag and gun still draped over his shoulders. Is he attractive? Maybe. He isn’t hideous to you. But attractive is a hard thing to measure when you don’t really enjoy the person.

Joel disappears with his bag upstairs muttering that he'll be back and you go to the small back room to sign your names in the log. You feel confident doing it now, your fingers not trembling when you hold the pencil. You glance around the small room, looking at the boxes at the side. You pull them out, curious. Inside one are a few blankets. Inside the other are two pairs of boots. Another box yields a gun and a box of bullets.

Back up items you think, in case something happens.

Joel is still working away upstairs and so you take the opportunity to explore a bit of the old building, walking aimlessly from room to room. You walk into the room with the old couch covered in one of the blankets you recognize from Jackson City. It faces an ancient looking fireplace that holds dried wood and shavings to start a fire. This surprises you considering they don’t want attention drawn to the building.

You wander into the ancient bathroom that hasn't had running water for months, glancing at the shower free of mildew and the toilet that you don’t dare lift the lid off of. You make your way through the variety of other empty rooms, looking at portraits hung on the walls before you hear Joel's heavy boots coming back down the steps to your level.

You watch him return and wordlessly follow him to that small room in the back so he can glance over your log notes with an unreadable expression before pulling out the Thermos and bag of food from his backpack.

Lunch is consumed with you sitting across from one another at the warped table, noting that a quiet Joel is just as intimidating as a speaking one.

Your mind drifts to the window upstairs. The one that was broken last time. It's quiet which means that is what Joel must have been working on it earlier.

"Did you fix the window?"

"Patched it. When the right supplies come in we'll repair it properly." Joel bites into his sandwich, swallowing quickly. You wonder if he's always eaten this quickly or he's trying to speed things up.

"I don't know much about repair-"

"You won't be doing anything," Joel cuts in without looking at you. "I'll come out on a different day with a few others."

"Oh. Okay."

You lapse into silence again. Joel is a loud chewer you notice; another thing to add to the growing tally of ways he annoys you when he's not intimidating the hell out of you. You shrug off your jacket, finding it strangely warm in the small room.

You finish your lunch quickly, anxious about whether this is going to happen. Will Joel fuck your mouth? Will he make you ask for it? You don’t think you could even if you wanted. The thought is too intimidating.

As if reading your mind Joel wipes his crumby fingers along his jeans before clearing his throat. He sits facing you and you watch as his legs slowly widen.

That's when you realize it's going to follow the same pattern. In the same room and at his leisure. And despite the fact that you can't stand Joel and despite the fact that this is patrols, you feel your core tighten. He moves his tongue to his cheek, staring at you for so long you visibly falter, eyes dropping to your hands.

"You still want this?"

He says it so quietly you're not sure he said anything at all and it takes you a moment to understand what he's referencing. But then you know your answer, you know from the telltale pull below your navel and the way your nipples tighten under your sweater.

You lose your voice and find you can only nod shallowly. When you glance up after a beat to see Joel frown at your lack of a verbal response you sit up a little straighter in your chair.

"Yes."

Joel nods slowly, sucking at his teeth as he stares at you. Your thumb digs into the cuticle of your ring finger nervously.

No, not nervously; anticipatory.

You feel arousal begin to pool in your lower belly and you are made absurdly aware that you want this, that you want him. Not outside these stolen moments when he feels like the most frustrating person you know. Just when he promises a release from the loud world and its horrors.

"Gonna listen?”

His voice is firm, but hushed. You glance up the length of his body slowly, taking in the tapered waist and the long neck before and your eyes lock briefly before his. He holds his eyes on you before they flit to your shoulder. You finally nod, voice cracked.

"Yes."

He nods before surprising you by standing. He tilts his head, a silent follow me signal and you do as he walks out the door and into the room with the couch and fireplace. He leads you to the old sofa, the one that's been stripped of its fabric and left with what looks like a poorly tufted blanket over top. Likely an addition by one of the patrols but you can't understand why.

Joel eases onto it and it creaks as he settles himself. The air is gone from the room, leaving you breathless as you watch Joel unbuckle and then unbutton his jeans. You hold your breath as the zipper is pulled down and you see the flash of Joel's dark boxers underneath.

He beckons you closer with nothing more than his middle and pointer finger curling into his palm and you shuffle closer, approaching him slowly and warily as if he were a wounded animal.

And then it's like last time, only instead of angry, Joel just looks passive. As if this is something he did with all his former patrol partners.

Who knows, maybe he did.

You’re still wearing your red scarf and he takes it in his left fist before he tugs it gently, pulling you towards him. You stumble into the vee of his parted legs, looking down at him and swallowing. Despite the fact that you’re standing, you feel completely at his mercy.

He tilts his head, regarding you silently before he drops his hand from your scarf.

"On your knees," he says sibilant.

You sink to the floor between his legs without question. You don't hesitate. You hit your knees quickly, not caring that the floor is cold through the denim of your jeans. You don’t care if your eagerness is obvious.

Your hands tremble in equal measure anticipation and fear as they reach for Joel's boxers. As you did last time you pull him through the slit at the front, keeping the base of his cock still partially hidden. He seems to prefer that, letting you only see glimpses of him. You think you prefer that too. Still you feel your eyes widen a fraction at actually seeing his hard cock up close in your home. You'd only felt it that night on patrols.

“Stroke.”

You move your hand forward cautiously, waiting for your fingers to curl around his hard shaft. It twitches when you touch it. He raises an eyebrow slowly, his head tilting as his eyes move down to where you stroke him. He watches your hand move there, his tongue coming to drag over his lower lip. It glistens.

You swallow nervously, eyes on his cock as you tilt forward. You let yourself observe the bead of pre-come at the tip, the stiffness of his length. Without thinking you dip your face forward and run your lips from the base of his cock, grazing them to the tip. You’re rewarded with a quiet hiss from Joel.

“Lick.”

You do. Soft little kitten licks along the head tasting the salt of his pre-come. Joel breathes sharply through his nose at the sensation and when your eyes flick up they find his intensely staring down at you. A shiver goes through your body at the heavy desire reflected back to you. It emboldens you.

You don’t even wait for him to tell you to suck. Your parted mouth simply dips forward and circles the rosy head immediately. It stretches your lips, straining to take him. He's heavy on your tongue, thick in your mouth. You'd expected him to be rough, to thrust himself to the hilt but he's still. He's so still you're not sure he's okay with it.

With your mouth still full of him your eyes travel up his body to his face, brows raised in question. His face gives nothing away and you still, preparing to pull off of him when one large hand comes to the top of your head stopping you. He seems momentarily thrown, mouth curving into a frown. His hand goes to your neck and you wince in surprise when he unravels the red scarf from your neck.

"Close your eyes."

You do, letting them flutter shut. You don't say anything when he folds the scarf in half lengthwise before tying it around your eyes, securing it snugly at the back of your head. Your mouth is still stuffed with his cock, stretching your mouth almost painfully as you wait for him to knotting it at the back of your head.

If you opened your eyes you would see nothing but a murky red. As it is you see only the inside of your eyelids. You can smell the scent of sweat and soap and coffee. You feel disorientated kneeling there on the cold wood floor and you want to grip his thighs for purchase but don’t dare.

His heavy hand is still resting on the crown of your head and now you feel it slowly urging your mouth to take more of him. You hear Joel’s steady breathing.

"Keep goin’," Joel whispers and judging by the direction of his voice you think he must be looking down at you.

He pulls out slowly, his breath ragged.

"You want more?"

His cock is dragging along your bottom lip and you can imagine it glossy and reddened. He urges it onto your waiting tongue before slipping out again, teasing you. He doesn’t wait for you to answer before responding on your behalf.

“Yeah, you want more,” he says sliding his cock back, the head hitting the back of your throat.

You begin to suck him with vigor, bobbing your head along his length with gusto. You're rewarded with the low murmuring groan from him. You begin humming gently around him, .

It feels good, it feels so fucking good to have this again. To feel a cock in your mouth, to hear a man groaning above you as you take him deeper into your throat. He begins to thrust now, trusting that you can take him. His movements are quick, his hips jerking.

Your saliva coats him, his pelvis quickly inching towards you and then away, back and forth as he saws his cock between your lips.

It could be anyone, you tell yourself. You've just missed this so much. This connection, this lust, this palpable heat that makes Joel snap his hips and makes you respond in kind, tilting back and taking him until your nose brushes the wiry hairs at the base of his cock. He smells amazing, musky and masculine.

"Christ," he murmurs, eyes closing. "S'good."

You feel saliva begin to drool out the corners of your mouth as he thrusts more rapidly into you, hand still on the crown of your head.

"Yeah that's right," he says in a husky drawl. "That's fucking right."

You wonder how you look right now. Not in a performative way, but you wonder if you look in command of yourself. Like you're not secretly terrified. Or do you look scared? Maybe Joel likes that. You hope not.

You moan as he slides deeper into your throat. At the sound Joel withdraws, letting himself rest heavily on your tongue. His hips shift and he bobs his cock along your tongue, like an engine being primed.

"You like that," Joel says, slipping in and out between your lips. "Like me fucking your pretty mouth."

Never a question, always a statement. He's talking to hear himself talk, not because he actually wants to know if you like it. You continue to bob your head along his cock, your mind going blissfully blank.

"Gonna come," he suddenly announces from above you.

You moan approvingly, his length aching in your mouth as you slide the tip of your tongue to flick at the head of his cock, your mouth stretched full. You know this part, you anticipate this part. The rapid unravelling, you only wish your eyes weren’t covered. Watching Joel unravel on your tongue would be interesting.

"Gonna come," he grunts at you again, harsher this time.

When you continue sucking, his wide palm comes to press against your forehead, pushing you back harshly.

You pop off of him, falling back onto your elbows. You give a yelp before pushing up your blindfold and looking up at him in confusion. You've never had a man pull out, always tasted them salty and sharp over your tongue.

But Joel's eyes are closed and his wide hands are gripping his thickness, curving around the head, stroking furiously and it's only seconds before he lurches forward and comes with a ragged gasp in great warm ropes that spill over his knuckles and onto the wood floor.

You watch the steady dripping, the silent admission that Joel would rather his spend go there, onto the wood floor, because it's more deserving than your mouth.

Useless.

“I….” Joel croaks before licking his dried lips. His cheeks and neck are flushed with red. "I didn't know if you'd want it.”

“Oh.”

“Thought you were doing it ‘cuz you thought you had to."

"Oh."

You wish you could offer more than that. But you’re still in shock, still laying there on your back, propped up by your elbows in some strange tableau of relaxation.

His breathing starts to regulate before he stands abruptly. You look away, saying nothing as he moves to the washroom with the water canteen from his bag. You imagine he’s washing his hands the best he can.

You take a moment to stand, legs shaky and jaw sore. It’s been a while since you did that. And your surprised at how much you enjoyed it, considering the person the cock was attached to. When he exits moments later he’s tucked away and he tells you quietly that it’s time to head back.

Wordlessly you both gather your belongings and Joel locks up the place behind you both. You feel strangely unsettled, not because of what happened but because of how it ended. You feel somehow cheated.

You reach your tethered horses at the same time. You work on untying Chestnut, feeling Joel’s eyes on you as he does the same for Midnight.

"You like sucking cock?"

His voice is so nonchalant you could be talking about taxes or the weather.

"Sometimes," you say as you shrug. Your cheeks burn, despite the cool air.

The two of you mount your horses and head back. It’s not until a half hour has passed that you finally find the words you’d wanted to say earlier.

“I like it,” you say, face burning as you stroke Chestnut’s mane absently while you trot behind Joel and Midnight. “Uh, finishing in my mouth. I like that.”

Joel turns his head slightly until you can see his strong profile silhouetted in the setting sun. He gives you a half nod.

“Alright then.”

You say nothing more the rest of the ride back to Jackson City. Your horses take you back home, the path trod so many times before. Joel and you make no attempt at speaking more about your time, it seems pertinent it remain unspoken.

The secret stays in Teton village.

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evita-shelby · 9 months

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hey!! could you possibly do a Tommy Shelby x sister reader ?? With “ you can talk to me about anything. you know that, right? “ prompt basically just him being there for his younger sister the rest is up to you :)) but if you don’t want to do this that’s totally okay :)

Its been a while since i got one of these

The back step

Cw: mentions of underage smoking, mental health issues, suicide and death

Gif by @necessarypretext

You never knew your mother nor your father.

You were barely two when she stepped into the cut after Finn's birth and dad’s abandonment made a wreck of whatever hadn’t been ruined by the pills and booze.

Just because you didn’t have her or our father didn’t mean you lacked parents.

Your brothers and sister and your aunt Polly made damn sure you never lacked the love of a parent.

But then your brothers enlisted and left for France and in 1917, John's wife ,Martha, died and you had to help with John’s little ones and Finn while Ada and Polly ran the shop.

You were fourteen when they came back.

It was odd, they were odd.

They had nightmares, they drank and smoked more, Tommy took up opium and John simply couldn’t handle being a single father.

You got used to it, learned to avoid getting stuck in a bad place and learned the hard way that you don’t wake them up from their nightmares.

And in the mean time, Ada taught you to be a lady.

Taught you how to do your hair like hers, how to put on eyeliner without smearing what little they have and turn you into a woman.

When you get bold enough to steal a kiss from a Lee boy, Polly is absolutely livid with you.

You think you’ve heard the end of it until you overhear Polly and Tommy talk about a marriage with the Lee family after their grenade nearly killed Finn.

You hear Arthur suggest you because it would be a while until it happens because you are only fourteen.

When Polly tells them about the boy you kissed, you know its over for you.

The next morning you cannot pretend to be okay, you avoid their eyes, you snap at the barmaid for not minding her own business and eventually Tommy’s letting you smoke a cigarette with him on the back step.

“You can talk to me about anything. You know that, right?” he asked you softly, almost as if he was himself again.

The Tommy you knew was gone.

Sure he was there sometimes, but this Tommy Shelby didn’t laugh or dream or even dance anymore.

It was odd having your brother back. Made it all much worse, you think.

You get him back just as they’ll make you marry a boy you hardly know.

“I heard you want to marry me off to the boy I kissed.” You answer, looking at your feet in shame.

Shame because you are a girl and when the boys sleep around with women like Lizzie and Grace, they don’t get into trouble.

John wants to marry Lizzie, not because they love each other, but because she is the only one strong enough to raise his children and he brave enough to trust her.

“If you’d stuck around, kid, you would’ve heard me say John was the one we’re going to offer them.” Tommy said rubbing the cigarette on his lip before lighting it.

“Oh.” What else do you say? “Isn’t he engaged to Lizzie?”

“Not anymore, he needs a wife he can trust and raise his children to be as good as you and Finn. A wife people won’t laugh about in his face.” He explained as if you were as grown up as him.

Only one who didn’t treat you like a kid.

Maybe that was why he had been your favorite brother before the war.

“When will you tell him?” you ask hoping for an answer you won’t get.

“Day after tomorrow, and don’t think about telling him. If you tell him, he’ll run.” Your brother answered and somehow you agreed to it.

“I don’t want them to be hurt, Tommy.” You say hoping he will take his words back and tell John. “What if John hates me after?”

It’s his life after all.

“He won’t, you’ve met Esme Lee, she’s perfect for him. He’ll be too busy being happy with her to ever be mad at us, sweetheart.” Your brother says and you believe him.

And he is right, John tells you himself that he’s not angry at you for lying to him just as Ada goes into labor.

When Polly sends you to call the midwife because she and Esme aren’t enough, you find Grace calling the police.

When you tell Tommy, she tells him you’re lying.

And for a moment you think he believes her.

But he doesn’t. Not when the police come to arrest Freddie.

He is out drinking and smoking on the back step looking like hell.

It wasn’t his fault he fell in love with a rat and you can’t make him better, but you can do one thing.

“You can talk to me about anything. You know that, right?” you ask as you sit down beside him.

#shelby sister #tommy shelby & sister #peaky blinders fanfiction #sister!reader

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enam3l · 1 year

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(hooray!!! tumblr fixed the links so everything should be in working order lmk if there’s any issues - 4th may)

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the story of eddie x readers life-long beef with tommy lee

these days, rockstar eddie doesn’t give a fuck (headcanon story)

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from celebrating his first halloween with you to the present day, all of eddie’s annual Halloween antics

rockstar eddie does Halloween pt.2 (4k / smut)

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the munsons get a wedding invite - but eddie is wondering who the hell the kardashians are?

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not long after having your first baby together, the media is buzzing with pamela anderson and tommy lee drama and eddie is sick of the paparazzi

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what’s not to love about being on holiday with your rockstar husband eddie and your three daughters?

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eddie loves being a dad more than anything but is scared his youngest daughter maeve doesn’t like him

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it's been three long gruelling weeks without eddie whilst he's been away recording and now you're finally reunited. cliffhanger ending!

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nicoline1998enilocin · 10 months

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Let me worship you

PAIRING | Sebastian Stan x Mid Size!Fiancée!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 5.7K

SUMMARY | Sebastian received great news about his role as Tommy Lee in the series Pam&Tommy, and even though you were excited about him and his physical transformation, you couldn't push your own body issues out of your mind. He notices you've been struggling with it and is hellbent on worshipping you in every single way to show you just how perfect you are in his eyes.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Description of Reader [ height, build of body, stretchmarks, tattoos ] swearing, low body image, possessive Sebastian, smut [ light spanking, light breeding/pregnancy kink, fingering, oral F receiving, face riding, protected sex, squirting, praise kink, multiple orgasms ], aftercare, a shitload of fluff, like almost tooth-rotting fluff at this point.

A/N | As someone who's been dealing with body image/low self-esteem for most of their teen/adult life, I understand it's hard to deal with these feelings. However, I would suggest you'd talk about it to someone you trust, or someone who's willing to listen [That includes me as well] in order to get the help you might need to start feeling like the absolutely amazing person you are 🖤

This is my second time writing it since my stupid ass accidentally deleted it the first time, so I hope you all have a blast with it! I stayed up way too late in order to finish this, so I hope y'all enjoy this lil' treat from me to you 😉

Likes and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💜

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''Holy fuck, I just got some great news, babe!'' Sebastian said as he practically ran into the bedroom, you were standing there checking yourself out in the full-length mirror standing next to your walk-in closet. You had everything you could ever desire, every piece of clothing, every pair of shoes, every accessory money could buy, but there was one thing you haven't had in a long time, and that is the feeling that you're proud of the way you look. Sure, you looked drop-dead gorgeous in Sebastian's eyes, especially in the dark green lingerie you were wearing, but you didn't feel that way. And you haven't for a long time.

When he almost slid into you in the bedroom on his socks, you stepped away from the mirror, not looking him in the eyes out of shame for the way you look. Your hands were resting on your stomach but you quickly took them off as you turned away from him, you weren't comfortable with him seeing you like this. Not right now. ''Is everything okay?'' he said as he looked at you, you've never turned away from him like this in all the years you've been together. ''Yeah, fine,'' you muttered before quickly getting dressed. He isn't entirely convinced, but he knows better than to push you when you don't want to talk about something so he lets it go for now.

''You had great news?'' you said after you got dressed in a comfortable fall outfit, perfect for the weather outside in New York at this moment. It also helped you hide a little bit more, and you didn't mind that at all. ''Yes I do, my lovely wife-to-be,'' he said before pulling you closer, laying his hands softly around your waist. ''I just got the news that I got the role as Tommy Lee I auditioned for! I will need to undergo a little bit of a transformation, and of course, learn how to play the drums, but I'm so excited!'' he said, and you couldn't be any happier for him, you witnessed firsthand how hard he worked for this role.

''I told you so, didn't I?!'' you said with a big smile, and you pulled him in for a big hug as he picked you up in his arms, you quickly wrapped your legs around his waist to help him keep you up. ''I'm so proud of you, baby, you deserve it after all the hard work you put in! And now I won't be the only one with tattoo's anymore,'' you said with a sly grin on your face. ''Oh, but you will always be way fucking hotter than me with those tattoos of yours, babe, there's no doubt in my mind about that,'' he said before capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. And with just one kiss, all your troubles were forgotten, for now.

That very same night, you were standing in front of that very same mirror, having the very same thoughts you had earlier. But this time, they were truly getting to you as you were looking in the mirror with tears steadily streaming down your face. You were looking at your body and saw a 5'11 woman with thick thighs that were touching each other, a pouchy belly, quite big love handles, breasts that were so large they gave you immense back pain some days, and stretchmarks covering most parts of your body. The one thing you do like, are the tattoos that are littered all over your body, with the phoenix on your thigh being the latest addition.

But even with all those tattoos covering you, you couldn't love yourself, not that you haven't tried of course. You put on a pair of oversized jogging pants and one of Sebastian's sweaters and went downstairs, hoping it wouldn't be obvious you have just been crying. You weren't aware he invited Anthony over, but you didn't mind, you enjoyed having him around. ''Hey gorgeous, how are you doing today?'' Anthony asked as he pulled you in for a hug, and you saw Seb clenching his jaw at the nickname, he has always been a bit more possessive, but you like that about him. ''I'm good, how about you?'' you answered and he nodded, notifying you he's doing good too.

''Hi babe,'' you said before walking over to Sebastian, giving him a soft kiss on his cheek. ''I love you,'' you said and he muttered I love you too, which made you chuckle. ''Can I get you guys a beer?'' you asked and they gladly accepted, you got a bottle of water for yourself. ''So, anything new in your life, Anthony?'' you asked as you sat down next to him on the couch they were sitting on, right in between the two men. Right as you sat down Sebastian snaked his arm around your waist pulling you closer, making you let out a soft laugh. ''Not at the moment, just needed to get out of the house, the lady is having a girls' night and I can't be there for that,'' he said, rolling his eyes.

''What about you?'' he asked and pretended not to notice that Sebastian had all but pulled you on his lap at this point. ''Not much, work is still good, still engaged to this possessive ass behind me, so same old I'd say,'' and you felt Sebastian's grip tighten a little, he didn't like it when you pushed his buttons, but you and Anthony couldn't stop laughing about it. ''And you, Seb?'' Anthony informed after he finally stopped laughing, sipping from his beer. ''Got the role I've been working for, Tommy Lee,'' he said with a disgruntled voice, he didn't like being made fun of, and even though that wasn't his intention, it was nice to just not think for a minute.

The rest of the night flew by in an instant, and at around 11:30 PM Anthony went home after receiving a text that girls' night was done. ''It was good seeing you guys!'' he said before walking out the door and closing it behind him. ''So, are we finally going to talk about what has been bothering you lately?'' Sebastian asked as he looked at you expectingly. ''I-, I'm sorry Seb, I just haven't felt like myself lately, I don't know why, but I'm doing better already!'' you said, hoping he would let it go for now. He hummed in response, he wasn't in the mood for a discussion. ''Hm, I love you, you know that? Every single inch and every single thing, I love all of it with all my heart,'' he said before capturing your lips in a soft kiss.

~ 2 months later ~

The last few months have been great for Sebastian, you loved seeing his transformation into Tommy Lee, the tattoos he had now really did do something for you. So the first time he came home wearing them, the both of you had the most steamy night you two had shared in a long time. Your sex life was nowhere near vanilla, but that night did something to you, and the two of you made love all night and all during the next day. But ever since that moment, the two of you haven't been as intimate with each other as you would have liked. It was partially because of his shooting schedule, which was all over the place, but mostly because of your body image.

And lately, Sebastian seems to have caught on to that more and more. He was giving you more compliments, taking extra care of you during sex, and touching every single moment he could. Tonight, however, he had something different planned to show you how he feels about you. You had a horrible few weeks at work, there was a high-pressure job that you had to do with your department, and it started to show. So tonight, Sebastian decided to treat you to a special night of attention, and most of all, a steamy night of the best sex both of you ever had. It all started when you came home, and you found a box on the kitchen counter with a blue bow around it and a card.

Put this on, and meet me in the bedroom is what it said in his very recognizable handwriting, and you were curious what he got. He got you presents more often, but this was the first time he bought you lingerie, and when you opened the box, you found the most beautiful set of dark blue lingerie you ever saw. ''Wow...'' is all you could say before you picked it up, and changed into it. The second you put it on it did make you feel sexy, mainly because Sebastian had picked this out just for you. You put your heels back on because he loved seeing you in heels and lingerie, and let your hair fall loose around your shoulders before walking up the stairs. When you reached the top of the stairs, the bedroom door was closed, so you knocked.

''Seb? Can I come in?'' you asked, and he said you could, so you pushed the door open to reveal the most romantic scene you could imagine. There were candles lit of all sizes all around the room, and rose petals scattered throughout the room, leading in a pathway to the bed. On that very same bed, you found Sebastian with his back against the headboard, wearing nothing but his underwear. Next to him on the bed was a bouquet of your favorite flowers, and there was a soft tune going on in the background, adding to the romantic ambiance of the room he created. ''Oh my god, Seb...'' you said before walking towards him. ''Oh my fucking god, indeed. You look fucking delicious in that lingerie,'' he said before extending his hand out to you.

You took his hand in yours as he guided you onto the bed where you sat down on your knees in front of him. He picked up the flowers and held them up for you, so you could take them from his hands when he was done talking. ''Y/N, I know you haven't felt like yourself in quite some time, and it honestly pains me to see you like that. I will always try to make you feel like the most beautiful woman on this planet, and tonight will be no different. Tonight, I plan on worshipping every single inch of that delicious body of yours, and showing you exactly why I love you until you can't think of anything else but my name,'' he said in a deep, seductive voice that had you dripping before he even touched you.

''I got these for you, even though they don't even come close to being beautiful when they're in your hands. You outshine them in every single comparison,'' he said, which made you blush deeply. ''Let me put these in water, and after that, I'm all yours babe,'' you said as you got off the bed and walked towards the kitchen, your hips unintentionally swaying a little from side to side as you walked, earning yourself a soft whistle from Sebastian. You got a small smile on your face as you walked down the stairs, he truly knew how to make you feel special, and you loved him even more for it. Little did you know, this was only the beginning of your night, as he would show you in very many intimate ways how he felt about you.

You walked back upstairs and walked into the bedroom, where Sebastian got back into his first position, but this time you noticed he had something else in his hands, but you couldn't quite make out what it was until you came closer to him. You crawled up the bed and over Sebastian's legs so you were straddling his waist. He put a finger under your chin and lifted your face so he could look into your eyes before moving his face closer to yours, capturing your lips in a feather-light kiss on your lips that leaves you wanting more. ''Seb...'' you sigh softly, but all he gives you is a small smile on his lips before leaning back against the headboard. ''Don't worry baby, we have all night and I plan on using every single minute we have,'' he said and you could practically see the devil horns growing out his head with his mischievous look on his face.

''I got you one more thing, baby, to show you how much I appreciate you,'' he said, and he held up a rectangular red velvet box, which you opened curiously. Inside was a silver necklace on a small chain, on it was a small 'S' hanging, and you couldn't help but giggle at it, his possessive side was showing now. ''I love it babe, but would you mind if I wear it tomorrow? I don't want it to get damaged tonight,'' you say, and he agrees. ''Of course baby, I can't wait to see how this would look hanging in that beautiful valley your breasts have created for me,'' he says as he places a few light kisses where it will hang later. This earned him a soft moan, and he kept kissing up to your collarbone and jaw.

When he reached your jaw he pulled away, putting the velvet box on the nightstand before returning to his earlier work. ''Now, I want you to lay down for me, baby. I got some heating massage oil to take care of those legs that have been bothering you lately,'' he said and you happily complied, laying down on the towels he prepared, and he got the oil off of the nightstand. ''Spread those gorgeous legs a little for me, baby, that way I can caress every last inch of these supple thighs and beautiful calves you have,'' he said, making you blush again, but you did what he asked. He sat down next to you before dripping some massage oil on your right leg, starting at your calve before dripping some on your thigh.

''Hmm, this lingerie makes your ass look so good, I could honestly take a bite out of that delicious flesh,'' he said and he leaned over to give each cheek a few kisses. When he sat back up, he started his massage on your right leg, making long, deep strokes from your ankle to your knee, massaging deeply into the muscles of your calves that have been bothering you lately. ''I just can't stop thinking about the way these calves look when you're wearing your tight pencil skirts, these coming out underneath and going into those beautiful heels you wear,'' he started, talking about every single body part he's massaging, and how it makes him feel. After a few more long strokes he moved to your thigh, giving it the same treatment.

''And don't even get me started on these thighs, these deliciously thick thighs of yours. I love the way they feel underneath my fingertips, how soft they are when they straddle my lap, and how powerful they are when I eat out that deliciously soaked pussy of yours, or the way they fit so perfectly around my head when you ride my face,'' he continued as he massaged them in circles while squeezing a little, making soft groans coming out of you at the feeling of the muscles coming loose in them. ''I love the way they jiggle when you walk, how they lift your perfect ass, and I can't get enough of them when you're wearing skinny jeans, filling them up perfectly,'' he said as he moved his way closer to your ass, but not going there until later. First, he continues this same pattern on your left leg, continuing to tell you all about what he loves about you.

When your legs are done, he finally moves up to your ass, but before he massages them, he slowly takes the panties off so he has full access to all of the skin. ''Hm, nice and round for me, just how I like them,'' he says and you giggle softly as he pours just a tiny amount of oil on each of the cheeks, working on both of them simultaneously. ''I love the way your ass looks in every single pair of lingerie, how it always fills out every dress, every skirt, or every pair of pants perfectly. I also thoroughly enjoy the way my balls sound when they smack against this juicy flesh as I'm balls deep inside you,'' he said which had you laughing, but he continued to love your cheeks by rubbing circles on them, and when he's done, he gives a little spanking on each cheek before moving to your back.

''I'm going to unhook your bra, babe, so I have access to this back of yours,'' and before you can respond, he quickly unhooks every single hook on the clasp with ease. You moan out softly when it falls loose on your sides, and you readjust a little to slide it from underneath you, leaving your breasts bare on the towel underneath you. ''Hm, now I definitely can't wait to flip you over,'' he said as he rubbed his hands over your back, starting at the bottom and working his way up to your shoulders and neck. ''I love the way your back arches when I give you so much pleasure you can't contain yourself, or how it feels against my chest when we cuddle, how it molds so perfectly against me when we're in the shower or bath together,'' he says as he lovingly rubs your lower back and sides, tickling you a little in the process.

''These perfect shoulders and neck, always sensitive to my touches and kisses, the perfect places to give you my marks, showing everyone you belong to me,'' he said, again making you giggle, but you love it when he's so possessive over you. He finishes his massage with a few soft kisses on your neck and up to your ear until you feel his hot breath against your ear. ''Now, let's turn you over, so I can see the other half of this gorgeous body, and I can tell you even more of what I love about you,'' he said, making you moan softly. You do as he says and you already feel more relaxed, so you can't wait for him to massage the front side of your body. He started at your legs again, telling you just how good they look in the clothes you wear, how beautiful your tattoos are, or when they're draped over his shoulders.

When he reaches your belly, he can't help but smile a little. ''I can't wait to see this belly nice and round with my baby, and you'll be glowing from the inside out when you're carrying a mini version of one of us. I love the way it feels against me when we cuddle, and how squishy it is when I tickle you,'' he said as he softly wiggled his fingers to show you just how ticklish you are, even though you're well aware. ''Seb, no! Stop it!'' you say through your laughter, and he eventually does, moving his attention higher up to your breasts, collarbones, and throat. He always pays extra attention to your breasts, or more specifically your nipples, and he would do exactly that right now.

''Fuck, these boobs make me go crazy every single time I think about them, see them, touch them. The way they fit so perfectly in my hands, how soft they feel when I squeeze them. Not to mention how deliciously hard these nipples get when I suck on them or graze them with my teeth. How perfect they are when you were a shirt that is just a bit of a lower cut than usual, and how they fill out every shirt or dress you wear so perfectly. The way they bounce up and down when you're riding me, or when you're sitting on my face, I can't get enough of that thought,'' he said as he massaged your breasts and nipples, getting more erratic moans out of you because they're always so sensitive when you're aroused.

Lastly, he rubs his hands over your collar bones, shoulders and softly against your throat. ''I love the way you gasp when my hands wrap around this tight throat of yours, and how pretty your neck and collar bones become when I leave my purple marks on them,'' he says before leaning down, and sucking exactly on your pulse point to show you what he meant. ''And lastly, I adore you, Y/N, for everything you do for me, how well you take care of me, how much you mean to me, and how much you love me. My love for you goes deeper than I have ever felt before, and I consider myself the luckiest man in this entire universe to have you by my side. I love you, Y/N, and I can't wait to be able to call you my gorgeous wife one day,'' he finished as he leaned closer, placing his soft lips on yours in a passionate kiss.

When he pulled away he had a look of nothing but pure adoration in his eyes, and he truly meant every single word he just said. ''I love you, so so much, Seb, and I can't wait to be able to call you my delicious husband soon,'' you said before placing a hand on the back of his neck as you pulled him in for another kiss, this time deepening it almost immediately, you wanted to feel his tongue mesh with yours into a clash of tongue and teeth, exploring every inch of each other's mouths as if you hadn't done it countless times before. ''Seb, I need you...'' you said with a small whine. ''Patience, baby, you will get all of me soon, but tonight is all about you, so I'll take care of you and your orgasms for now,'' he said before starting his trail of soft kisses downwards.

He started at your cheek and jaw, nibbling softly on the skin earning himself soft moans as you laced your hand in his hair, the other one finding his hand and holding onto it. When he resumed his way down, he gave special attention to both your nipples, making you squirm under his touch as he sucked on each of them, while playing with the other one with his free hand. His trail of kisses resumed down your belly, his tongue licking over your belly button to make you squirm even more, and finally down to your dripping pussy, where you've been wanting him so bad this entire time. Because he has been building up the tension inside you this whole time, your first orgasm of the night came quickly.

He spread two of his fingers through your folds and over your clit, making you arch your back in delight right away, you were already so close to your orgasm that you could practically taste it, and Sebastian was well aware of the effect he had on you. He rubbed soft circles over your clit and in less than a minute, you fell apart under the touch of his thumb, moaning his name loudly as he groaned at the almost pornographic sounds you were making. ''Fucking hell Seb, love you so much,'' you said and he muttered an I love you back before attaching his lips to your pussy without a warning, sucking and licking on your clit to make you chase your second high, closely following the first.

While he does so, he pushes two of his fingers deep inside your pussy without a problem, you were soaking wet for him, and he was adamant about sucking up every last drop while his fingers gave you immense pleasure. ''Oh, oh Seb, fuck, right there!'' you said as your second orgasm washed over you, and Seb drank every last drop of it before he climbed up to kiss you, giving you a taste of all your sweet goodness. ''Taste so good for me baby, always such a good girl for me,'' he said which only made you arch into him more. ''Dripping wet for me, just the way I like it,'' he said before giving you another deep, passionate kiss, slipping his tongue in your mouth without a problem as you moan from his words.

The two of you lay like that for a while, getting lost in each other's mouths and sounds, and you're slowly starting to get some of your strength back after your first two orgasms. ''Now, I'm gonna lay down for you, and I want you to ride my face until you cum again. Wanna feel these supple thighs around my head while I eat this pussy out exactly the way you like,'' he said and without hesitation, you lifted your leg over his face, sitting down fully just the way he wants you to. You slowly start grinding against his face, the stubble of his beard only adding to your pleasure. His arms are wrapped around your thighs in a tight hold as you chase your third orgasm, and your moans start to become louder the closer you get. Before you can even comprehend what's happening, you cum all on his tongue and face, juices squirting out of you as you keep moaning Sebastian's name like a chant.

''Hm, always so delicious as you squirt for me, babe. I love that taste of your sweet pussy, wish I could stay buried between these thighs for the rest of my life,'' he said, and you wouldn't complain if he did. ''Need a small break now, Seb,'' you said as you got comfortable on the bed. ''Alright, I'll get you some water while you rest a bit, you're going to need it since I have a lot more planned for you,'' he said with a wink, and you watched as he walked out of the room, the tattoos on his back on full display, and you realized you were completely smitten on this look, you want to convince him to get some of his own now, as much as you love getting tattooed, you would love seeing him with permanent inkings on his skin.

Not long after he left, he got back with 2 bottles of water and a snack for you to eat, so you could get some strength back before he would make sweet, passionate love to you after. For now, you were openly checking him and his tattoos out, god you love it so much. ''I think you should get some tattoos of your own, they make you look gorgeous,'' you tell him, earning yourself a chuckle. ''And what should I get as my first tattoo?'' he asked, and you already thought about it, many times. ''I think you should get a tattoo in honor of your mom, she means the world to you, and it would be the perfect first tattoo. After that, I'd suggest my name, since I already have yours on my thigh,'' you said, his hands softly stroking over his name, which was placed on the top of your thigh, close to your pussy. Another show of his possessiveness.

''Hm, not a bad idea, actually,'' he said, and he was thinking about it. ''But now, I have another plan for you, since the night is still young,'' he said with a mischievous look on his face. He laid you down on your back, a pillow underneath your hips and your head resting on the pillows at the top of the bed, as he slowly crawled over you and caught your lips in a soft, longing kiss. ''I'm going to make sweet love to you, baby, and I plan on taking my time with you tonight,'' he said with a smile, grinding his still-clothed cock right against your soaked pussy. ''I want you so bad, Seb, I want you to ruin me tonight,'' you told him, and his eyes darkened a little bit.

He got off the bed and took off his boxer briefs, allowing his erection to spring free after being confined for way too long, and you gasped as it did. It never seized to surprise you when you saw his cock, you would never get used to the feeling of him inside you, but you couldn't get enough of it either. He crawled back over you once again, before grinding against you again with his bare cock this time, earning him another deep moan from deep in your throat. He grabbed one of the condoms he laid on the nightstand and ripped the packet open with his teeth, but instead of him rolling it on himself, you insisted on doing it this time.

When it was one, he didn't waste any more time as he lined himself up at your entrance, slowly pushing himself in as he rested his forehead against yours, looking deep into your eyes as he did. Your mouth was slightly open and moans kept escaping out of it, while you got used to the feeling of him splitting you open again. ''Always such a tight pussy, feels so good around my thick cock. You're such a good girl for me, Y/N, always taking me so well,'' he praised as he bottomed out eventually. ''I love you so much, Seb,'' you said as you pulled his head down for another soft and passionate kiss. He started moving slowly, making sure you could feel every single vein along his cock, and he would feel every flutter of your tight walls around him.

He kept a rather slow pace, but the two of you weren't in any hurry, and you kept kissing each other while he ground in and out of you. After a while of soft, lazy lovemaking, he picked up the pace a little as your moans became more erratic, notifying him you were nearing your next orgasm. ''Seb, fuck-'' you said as he picked up his pace, while his forehead was practically glued to yours, he wanted to swallow every single moan out of your mouth, every little whimper escaping would be captured by his lips as you came undone under him. ''Gonna cum,'' is all you said before your orgasm washed over you, and Sebastian followed soon after. ''Fuck, such a good girl for me, your walls were milking me, baby. Wanna be buried inside you forever,'' he said, but he knew he couldn't.

Sebastian stayed buried inside you for a little longer as he rolled both of you over at the same time, your weight comfortably all on him so you could get your fill of post-sex cuddles. You were completely fucked out at this point, and floating somewhere between heaven and earth, enjoying every cuddle and little kiss Sebastian gave you for you to come back to him. After a few minutes you were back in your own body, ''Hey girl, are you back with me again? You were gone a while,'' Sebastian said with a chuckle, and you nodded. ''Was nice,'' you said with a sleepy smile on your face. ''Want to take a bath together to finish this perfect night off?'' he asked and you happily agreed.

Sebastian pulled out of you now that he was soft again, and took off the condom before tying it off and throwing it away. He ran a bath with your favorite cherry-scented bubbles, and within no time he was back, picking you up bridal style and carrying you to the bathroom. ''It seems I have this part of our honeymoon under control,'' he said, both of you laughing. Sebastian stepped into the bath as he carefully sat down, while you sat in his lap. He twisted you around so your back was resting comfortably against his chest. ''How are you feeling, baby girl?'' he asked. ''Really good, thank you so much for everything tonight, it was exactly what I needed,'' you said before kissing him on his cheek.

When the bath water started to get cold, you got out of the bath, finally having the strength to stand on your own feet again, and you started drying yourself off, but Sebastian stopped you. ''Woah! That's my job!'' he said as he took the towel from your hands, and started drying you off with the soft towel. When you were dry, you wrapped your hair in another towel and you helped Sebastian dry off, giving him the same treatment as you received. ''I think I would like to wear your necklace now, Seb,'' you said as you walked into the bedroom, grabbing the box. He got it out and the both of you stood in front of the full-length mirror, watching as he put it on you. ''Now everybody knows you're mine,'' he said. ''It's not like the ring didn't give it away already, but I love it, and I love you, Sebastian,'' you said as you turned around, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He gave you a soft kiss on your lips and turned you back around, so you could look at yourself in the mirror again. ''May I ask what you see now?'' he said softly, and you got a huge smile on your face. ''I see a beautiful woman with a sexy body and a delicious fiancé behind her,'' you say, and Sebastian pulls you into a big hug. ''I'm so proud of you baby, and I love you so incredibly much, I'm truly the luckiest man in this universe to have you by my side,'' he said, and it made you tear up a little. ''I'm the luckiest woman in this universe to have found you, Sebastian, and I can't wait to share the rest of my life with you,'' you said, and you took his hand before walking to the bed. ''Now, I want more cuddles as we sleep, so we better start now!'' you say as you jump on the bed, immediately followed by Sebastian. ''Don't mind if I do!'' he said with a huge smile on his face.

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marvelobsessed134 · 6 months

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Halloween party shenanigans

Pairings: Early 2000s!Tommy Lee x Fem!reader

Warnings: drinking, drunk reader and her shenanigans,Tommy punches a guy for hitting on you cause I think it’s hot, age gap, reader has an Elvis obsession because yes.

Summary: you go to a Halloween party with your boyfriend

You’re dressed as none other than Priscilla Presley this year because your obsession with Elvis is ever growing and your love for his wife was growing too. You love her hair especially. So you have a black wig with the giant beehive. You’re wearing a shorter version of her wedding dress with a veil on top of your head. Her iconic makeup adorning your face.

You walked down the tile stairs to the foyer where your boyfriend was waiting. He was dressed as spiderman, ever the kid at heart. Especially after the new Spider-Man movie with Tobey Maguire came out.

The drummer heard your heels clacking and looked up to see you walking gracefully down the stairs. “Holy fuck, babe. You look beautiful.” Tommy had nothing but love and adoration in his eyes.

You giggled, “Thank you. You don’t look to bad yourself.”

“Yeah well, I definitely don’t look as sexy as you holy shit.” He held his arms open for you and you walked into them after reaching the floor, the two of you in an embrace.

The moment was interrupted by his cellphone buzzing. “Ugh, it’s probably Nikki saying ‘where the fuck are you?’ He can’t stop being an asshole outside of work. So fucking glad I left motley.”

“Oh but you love him.” You gave him a teasing smile.

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s go before he personally shows up to our house.”

The two of you made it to the party which was being hosted at none other than Saul Hudson’s house or as most people know him, Slash.

You’re pretty good friends with him since you produced a couple of his songs. Yep, you’re a music producer and damn good one at that.

Making your way through the crowd you greeted the man himself, who was dressed as a vampire but still adorned his iconic top hat.

“Slash!” You cheered with open arms. The two of you had a brief hug because someone is a little territorial. You love him for that though.

“Y/n!” He exclaimed back with a wide smile before exchanging a brotherly handshake with Tommy. “You make a great Priscilla.” Slash commented.

“Thanks. See I wanted this one to go as Elvis but as soon as he saw Spider-Man he was dead set on his costume.” You pointed you thumb to the drummer.

“Hey, in my defense it was much easier to get a Spider-Man costume than an Elvis costume.” You playfully rolled your eyes at that, “Whatever. Come on let’s go find everyone else.”

When the two of you spotted nikki who was comedically dressed as Michael Meyers, freaking you out just a little bit until he took the mask off when he realized it was making you feel uneasy.

“Sorry sweetheart, didn’t mean to scare you.” The bassist apologized and you smiled with a shake of your head. “It’s fine, I’m just a not a slasher person.”

The terror twins continued to have a conversation when you were distracted by one of your friends, Holly Madison. You quickly told Tommy you’d be right back as you rushed over to her.

She was dressed as tinker bell looking beautiful as always. “Holly!!” You exclaimed and her face lit up when she saw you. The two of you hugged tightly before letting go. “Oh my god you look beautiful.” The two of you said at the same time looking at each other’s outfits.

“Ok I’ve been waiting for you to show up so we can get drunk!” The blonde cheered and you laughed with a nod.

Four drinks later you were already drunk. Dancing on the counter top, Tommy watching you carefully to make sure you didn’t get hurt. When you got down with the help of some random guy who you didn’t know would cause you trouble in just a few moments, you tripped and almost fell when you were caught by him.

“Whoa, careful babe.” He chuckled and you immediately pulled his hand off of you. “Thanks for helping me.” You said.

He waved you off, “It was no problem. Hey, you’re that music producer. You produced for my band once.” You don’t even know this guy. “I did?”

“Yeah. Always thought you were pretty. You wanna go out someti-“ he was cut off by a punch being thrown at him, knocking him to the floor. Your boyfriend stood over him, anger in his eyes.

“Stay the fuck away from my woman. Got that?”

The man nodded and hissed in pain.

“Oh my god Tommy! You can’t totally do that!” You we’re slurring your words and he knew you were very drunk. “Come on, let’s get you home.” The brunette whispered.

“Noooo I wanna stay right here.” You made a show of stomping your foot on the ground with your arms crossed. Tommy wrapped an arm around your waist, “No, you’ve had enough partying tonight. Cmon baby.” And with a huff, you let him take you home.

#motley crue #motley crue x reader #tommy lee #nikki sixx #vince neil #mick mars #fanfic #fluff #cute #2000s tommy lee #tommy lee fluff #tommy lee x reader

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sergeantbarnessdoll · 4 months

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Morning Swim » Tommy Lee

Pairings: Husband!Tommy Lee x Wife!Reader

Summary: Tommy and Y/N go for a morning swim.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, fingering, unprotected sex, pool sex, praise kink, pet names (babe, baby)

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

You woke up to the feeling of your husband placing soft kisses along your shoulders, making you smile. You rolled over, capturing his lips in a sweet kiss. You two smiled against each other’s lips.

“So I was thinking…” Tommy starts and kisses your lips again. “We should go for a morning swim.” He suggests.

“I love the sound of that. We should make it interesting.” You say with a hint of mischief in your voice.

“Interesting how?” He asks.

“We should swim naked.” You say, biting your bottom lip.

“Even better.” He smirks.

Tommy got out of bed and stripped from his clothes which was only his underwear. His tattooed naked body was on display in front of you, making you lick your lips at the sight.

“C’mon, babe. Don’t leave me hanging.” Tommy says.

You giggled and got out of bed. You took off your -Tommy’s- shirt and panties, dropping them on the floor and revealing your naked body to your husband.

“Holy fuck.” He mumbles and licks his lips.

You smiled and walked towards the door.

“Come on, rockstar! The pool is calling our names!” You say from the doorway of yours and his bedroom.

Before you knew it, Tommy picked you up and threw you over his shoulder and smacked your bare ass causing you to squeal. He walked outside to the pool. You already knew he had a mischievous grin on his face.

“Tommy, I swear if you throw me in the pool, I’ll—” Tommy threw you in the pool before you could finish your sentence.

You came up above the cool water with a gasp. You brushed your wet hair from your face before glaring at your husband.

“You’ll what, babe? You didn’t finish your sentence.” He says with a smirk.

“Fuck you!” You say, playfully glaring at him.

Tommy jumped into the pool next to you, water splashing you. He came up above the water and pulled you closer to him.

“You did that last night.” He smirks. “You can do it again in the pool.” He says.

You bit your bottom lip at the thought. You wrapped your legs around his waist and kissed him hungrily. Tommy swan the two of you to the steps of the pool, laying you down on them and hovered over you. One of his hands slid down your body, stopping at your pussy. He quickly found your clit and began rubbing it in slow circles. You pulled away from the kiss to tilt your head back and moan softly. Tommy kissed along your neck. You gasped when you felt his teeth graze your skin. He bit down hard enough for a hickey. He moved his lips down to your collarbone and repeated his actions.

“You look so hot right now.” Tommy says against your collarbone.

His fingers rubbed up and down in between your folds. The tips of his fingers found your entrance and circled it causing you to whine.

“Tommy!” You whined.

“Yes, baby? Tell me what you want.” He says.

“Your fingers!” You begged.

Tommy slid two fingers in your pussy. Your jaw dropped, an inaudible moan left your lips. His fingers moved in and out of your pussy while his thumb rubbed your clit, turning you into a moaning mess. You held onto his shoulders, your nails digging in his skin.

“Oh god, yes!” You moaned.

You arched your back in pleasure, pushing your breasts towards his face. Tommy happily kissed along your breast and latched his lips on one of your nipples while his hand was massaging the other breast. You gasped when his teeth lightly grazed your nipple causing your pussy to clench around his finger at the sensation. Tommy moved his lips to your other breast, repeating his actions. One of your hands held the back of his head, your fingers tugging on his hair.

“You’re going to make me cum if you keep doing that.” You say with a moan.

“That’s the plan, babe.” Tommy says with a smirk.

Tommy’s thumb applied more pressure to your clit as he rubbed it. Your cunt clenched around his fingers as you came, a loud moan leaving your lips. You laid on the pool steps panting while looking into your husband’s eyes. You leaned up, kissing his lips hungrily.

“Fuck me.” You say against his lips.

Tommy didn’t need to be told twice. He lined his cock up at your tight entrance, slowly sliding it inside of you till he was balls deep inside of you.

“So fucking tight.” He moans.

His thrusts started off slow and loving, but then got faster and still loving. Tommy kissed along your neck and left hickeys on your skin as he was fucking you.

“You should see unbelievably beautiful you look right now.” He says, looking down at you.

Tommy was loving the sound of you moaning his name. It was music to his ears. He was also loving the blissed out look on your face. Your nails dug in his back as his thrusts got faster.

“Such a good girl for me, aren’t you, baby?” He says.

You moaned and nodded your head yes.

“My wife is always a good girl for her husband.” He praises.

You hummed in response. A gasp left your lips when his fingers started rubbing your clit causing your cunt to squeeze around his cock.

“Fuck, I love it when you do that.” Tommy moans, referring to the way your pussy was squeezing around his cock.

His thrusts became faster. His tip hitting your sweet spot over and over causing you to moan loudly.

“Right there, baby!” You moaned.

His cock hit that spot repeatedly. Soon your second orgasm started to build up the more he hit your sweet spot and rubbed your clit.

“I can feel you squeezing me, baby. You gonna cum for me?” He asks.

“Mhmm!” You moaned.

“Cum, baby.” He says.

His fingers rubbed your clit faster, helping you get closer and closer to the edge. His name left your lips with a loud moan as you came. Tommy fucked you through your orgasm. His thrusts became sloppy when he felt his orgasm building up.

“Oh fuck!” Tommy moans, tilting his head back.

Tommy came inside of you after a few thrusts, his cum painting your walls. His thrust came to a slow stop. Both of you were panting. He leaned down, kissing you passionately.

“That was one hell of a morning swim, babe.” Tommy says, grinning against your lips, making you to smile.

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-Bucky’s Doll

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My dear Lee, I’m wishing you a good week and I hope those calls go easy for you, in the mean time can I request a Tommy fluffy blurb? 🥰✨ xx

Ty for this, Mar! I decided to write about Tommy x younger wife reader. I hope you enjoy it!

Dance with Me

"What do you call that racket?" Tommy said, scrunching up his nose at the sounds coming from the gramophone.

"Music," you replied with a cheeky smile.

"That's not music, love. Can't even dance to it," Tommy argued.

"Of course I can," you replied, showing off your excellent footwork. Then stopping suddenly you cocked your head and gave him a mischievous smile. "But it would be much more fun if I had a partner."

"Oh, no!" he said, shaking his head. "I don't dance."

"Yes, you do! You danced at our wedding," you pointed out. "And you promised it wouldn't be the last time," you pouted, reminding him of the vow he'd made during your first waltz as a married couple three months ago.

Tommy smiled at the memory and you saw your opportunity to snatch him from the sofa. As you pulled him from his position of repose, Tommy groaned.

"Come on, old man," you joked with a little wink.

"Oi! Behave yourself," he warned playfully, removing his wire rimmed glasses carefully and placing them on the side table.

He allowed you to drag him to the center of the room, demonstrating the steps. Watching you carefully, he tried to follow, but his feet got twisted and tangled in such a way you began to giggle. Giving up on the steps entirely, Tommy pressed a large hand to your back and pulled you close to him, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. "I love your laugh," he said softly as he gazed down at your lips.

"I love you," you said, eyes drawn up to his bright blue eyes, twinkling back at you.

"Would you care to show me how much, Mrs. Shelby? Shall we adjourn the dance lesson and go upstairs?" he said, brushing his lips over yours enticingly.

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look-at-the-soul · 2 years

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Moondance

Tommy Shelby x reader (one shot)

🌻I wrote this for @zablife followers celebration 🎉 Congratulations Lee!!! Soon you will be announcing many more! I hope you continue sharing your incredible stories.I’m glad I came across your page

🌷This idea has been running in my mind for a while, but I was able to complete it when @lyarr24 made the suggestion of this incredible song. Thank you so much Lee-Anne! Without your contribution, this story would be incomplete!

🤍 I have to thank my grandad for this inspiration, without his unusual (but adorable) way of being mad at my grandma, this story wouldn’t be happening 😋🥰

⚠️ Warning smut (light)

💠 Last but not least, this story also includes a flashback (in italics). The lyrics of the song is also in italics at the end.

“Tell your father I don’t want him smocking at the table.” Tommy dragged his gaze from the still unlighted cigarette between his fingers to his wife at the other end of the dining table. They were only a few steps apart and he could hear her perfectly.

Their son Collin approached him. “Mum says-”

“I heard what she said, thanks son.”

After years of marriage he had learned that whenever they weren’t speaking or they were mad at each other, they would start using one of their children -whoever was closest- to deliver a message to avoid another argument.

And he knew this so well because he was the one who started it. Over the first fight they had after they were married, Polly was in the middle of their argument, as he didn’t want to continue fighting Y/N, he simply came up with ‘Pol, would you kindly tell Y/N…’ -whatever that was- something stupid probably. In the beginning a very worried Pol was delivering the messages from Tommy to Y/N, then from Y/N until she was tired and realized they could go on the whole fucking day.

Then, as they moved to Arrow House and the business allowed them to level up their lifestyle and hire maids, first Mary, then Frances were the ones required to pass on the messages when they were mad at each other.

Now, their children were the chosen ones.

But even after all those years together, he hadn’t learnt to know the reason of what made her be so mad at him. Was it something he said? Something he did? Something he forgot to do?

It wasn’t her birthday, or their anniversary, so he was safe there. Ada would have reminded him if it was any of his children’s birthday.

“Tell your mum I will be in my office.” He said loud enough for his wife to hear, but if she wanted to play the ‘tell your father this or that…’ then so be it.

“Dad said he will be in his office.” Collin repeated. In his innocence he didn’t realize they could hear each other, they were just avoiding talking.

“Daddy you promised we would see our cousins.” Iris, reminded him. She had his nose, but her mother’s temper.

Over the years he had made many promises he hadn’t kept. But she was still so little to comprehend that.

Running the tip of the cigarette trough his lips he told her: “We can go another day sweetheart.”

Pacing the room, he was thinking of something that could have upset Y/N, but nothing came to his mind, they had been visiting Polly the weekend before, everything was going alright with the business, he gave her and their children everything they wanted, everything they needed, all four children were getting the greatest education in the country, he was running as a politician and were on the exclusive guest list of every important event.

What did he do this time to deserve her contempt?

And where the fuck was his newspaper?

A knock on the door distracted his busy mind.

“Come in.” He said after taking a long puff. Sophie, his eldest daughter poked her head.

“Daddy? Can you help me open the can please?” She had the same features as her mother, on the outside it was all Y/N, but on the inside… it was him. Reloaded.

“Of course, darling.” Offering his hand, he took the can. His strong fingers managed to open it in a matter of seconds. “Did your mother send you?”

“Yeah.” She nodded. “Is she mad at you?” A smirk gave away her amusement.

Tommy leaned against his desk. And after crossing his arms against his chest he answered Sophie with another question. “Could you… hmm… try and figure out what did I do this time?”

“That information is going to cost you.” Sophie smiled. Fucking hell that same bloody smile Y/N gave him and made his heart skip a beat.

“I can’t believe you are going to blackmail your old man.” He shook his head, a wide smiled spreading on her lips. “How many kisses this time?” He raised his eyebrows, expecting.

“The kisses rate has gone up.” The ten-year-old confessed. “And we go for a ride with Dangerous and Angel.”

Tommy tilted his head, his eyes studied his daughter for a few seconds, she didn’t even blink. Her requests seemed fair. They hadn’t gone for a ride in a while. From his children, Sophie was the one who loved the horses the most.

He could see so much of himself in her. But now he didn’t know if he should be proud of her or scared to death.

“Deal, my love.”

As Tommy saw her disappear from his office, he couldn’t stop the smile that formed on his lips.

But he still had to figure out the reason behind his wife’s annoyance. He downed his whiskey and poured himself another one. Frances announced she had the mail for him.

“Would you like some tea, Mr. Shelby?”

“No, thank you Frances.” He took the silver letter opener Y/N gifted him with his initials engraved. “Frances, do you know if Mrs. Shelby sent the condolences flowers to Mr. Churchill and his family?”

“She did, Mr. Shelby and she wrote the note on your behalf.”

“Did you get my newspaper today?” Frances nodded.

“Would you want me to ask Mrs. Shelby where she put it?”

“No, she’s probably planning to smack the shit out of me with that.”

Frances couldn’t hold the corner of her lips turning into a smirk, so she looked down, excusing herself.

After taking care of some business over the phone, he headed out of the office, the sweet smell of something in the oven took him back to simpler times, back in their first home in Watery Lane.

“Like this mama?” Oliver asked as he added the butter over the mix. He let the cubes fall so hard on the flour that it made a good portion of it land outside the bowl, to the table, the rest all over his clothes.

The laughs of Sophie, Collin and even baby Florence -conceived well, during their trip to Florence, Italy- barely a year old, squealed in delight, not even understanding what was happening, filled the kitchen.

“Stay away from the flour, sweetheart.” Tommy saw Y/N wrap her arms around their son and did a spin around herself, earning a happy sound coming off his little chest. He had her smile and eyes.

Stopping to put Oliver on his feet, Y/N smile disappeared immediately as she found her husband with his arms crossed against his chest, leaning on the door frame.

“Oh, please don’t stop your party for me.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat looking at him, but soon the love she felt for him was overshadowed by his lack of commitment to the most important thing; his family.

“Sophie, tell your father he can go back to attend whatever business he was doing.” It was a childish attitude, yes. But he started it years ago, she just learned from him and now it was the way she showed him that she was mad.

Those firsts times he wasn’t talking to her, just sending messages with Polly or the maids she would cry until she fell asleep, not understanding why he couldn’t just tell her what he wanted. No, instead he just stared at her with those piercing blue eyes, showing annoyance rather than his usual spark.

Now? She learned to play the same game, she was now able to hold his gaze. Pursing her lips, Y/N placed a hand on her hip.

“Why don’t you just tell him yourself? He’s right in front of you.”

Tommy was about to let out a loud laugh, but that would earn him not sleep in his own bed.

Y/N’s neck snapped so hard at Sophie. She was the living portrait of her father in every look, every word, even the way she walked.

Tommy winked at Sophie behind her mother, resuming his serious stare seconds later right after Y/N turned again to him.

“That smells good.” He cleared his throat.

“It’s for Polly.” Y/N cursed herself for falling in his game. She wasn’t supposed to talk to him.

“But Ma, you said we could eat it.” Collin complained.

“Mr. Shelby, Mrs. Ada is on the phone.” Frances announced. As he went to take that call, more things came up that held him inside his office for the rest of the day.

He didn’t have Saturdays or Sundays off like most of the people, he would work 24/7 if he could. Specially to give his family what he didn’t have when he was growing up.

Tommy stopped first by the room Oliver and Collin shared, Collin had his arm and right leg hanging from the edge of the bed, he turned his son gently to not wake him up. He turned off the lamp between the two beds. Then, he walked to his daughter’s bedroom, the window was open making the curtain move, carefully he tried to close it, but it made a noise.

“Daddy?” Sophie lifted her head from the pillow.

Tommy turned around to face her, approaching her bed.

“Yes, my love?” she made room for him, so he could sit. His little girl smiled when his hand brushed the hair out of her forehead.

“I know why Mum is upset with you… you owe me a ride.”

That would be his absolute pleasure. “I’m listening, shoot.”

“You promised her go dancing a month ago, but you never took her.” Tommy rubbed his eyes. He totally forgot about it.

Fuck.

“Will you forget you promised me going for a ride too?” The concern in her voice almost broke him.

Shaking his head, he kissed her cheek. “Absolutely not, sleep well darling, I will come pick you up early. Just you and me.” Kissing her one more time, he mentally kicked himself for forgetting that promise.

It was almost midnight when he made it to the master bedroom, the lights were off, the French doors to the small balcony open, the moonlight going through the bedroom, falling in a cascading form lighting her frame, she had her back at him, her rhythmic breathing could make anyone think she was sleeping, but she wasn’t. He knew her so well, her breathing, the way her body relaxed when she was finally drifted away, every curve, every smile, every look, every wave of pleasure he provoked in her.

Tommy got rid of his holster and gun, then unbuttoning his shirt he got rid of it, his shoes following. The bed sank down a little when he sat… lying down over the sheets, he looked to his left.

“Do you want to know why I always ask any of our children to tell you something when I’m upset with you?” In silence, Y/N turned in bed to face her husband. Curiosity winning her over.

“Because you can’t stand me to the point of even talk to me?”

Tommy shook his head. He was now lying on his side, facing Y/N completely.

“It’s because I love you to the point that I couldn’t forgive myself if I said something that could hurt you, while being upset.” He confessed.

“Tommy.” She was out of breath now. Her palm caressed his cheek, Tommy brought it to his lips where he left a tender kiss that tingled her whole body.

There were no words that could express the amount of love these two had towards each other. His words now made sense with his actions, he preferred to stay away from her while he was still angry in order to not hurt her feelings by his words.

With guilty running through her, Y/N leaned on her elbow to kiss her husband for the first time that day. Their lips finally meeting after being apart for what seemed like forever. Tommy felt intoxicated by her scent. She couldn’t believe what he just confessed.

“I’m sorry I forgot to take you dancing.” He whispered once they broke apart.

“It’s fine.” Y/N reassured him.

“Mrs. Shelby… Would you dance with me?” He covered the hand she had placed over his heart.

The smile he adored returned to decorate her lips.

“But it’s midnight.”

“And there’s moonlight…”

“So we are going to have a Moondance?” Her eyes lighted up at the memories.

(Flashback)

As they signed the papers, Tommy went to the betting shop, that day closed for the bets. Y/N turned up the radio, the song filling the shop, they still had to share the news with his family, they would go crazy.

“Mr. Shelby?”

“Yes Mrs. Shelby?” He had a cigarette hanging from his mouth. The day light was almost gone, but she saw the moon already.

“Dance with me?” A flirty smile took him by surprise.

“Always.”

(End of flashback)

“Come dance with me.” He got up from the bed and helped her as well. They walked to the gramophone in the corner of the room. The saxophone sound counteracting the silence of the night.

Well, it's a marvelous night for a moondance With the stars up above in your eyes

Tommy extended his hand to her, and pulled Y/N closer to his body, she was only wearing an ivory nightgown, her hair down. He guided her close to the large window.

A fantabulous night to make romance 'Neath the cover of October skies

“Thank you, for everything you do for us.” Y/N admitted. He worked so hard, made his best to protect them.

And all the leaves on the trees are falling To the sound of the breezes that blow

His hand holding her back. They moved to the rhythm of the music. Hers around his neck. Both leaning in for a kiss.

“I could say the same thing about you.”

You know I'm tryin' to please to the calling Of your heartstrings that play soft and low

“You keep us safe.”

You know the night's magic seems to whisper and hush You know the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush

Tommy kissed her lips before swirling her, to seconds later, his left hand found its way to her back again.

Can I just have one more moondance with you, my love? Can I just make some more romance with a-you, my love?

Y/N looked from his blue eyes, down to his lips. Their dance slowing down, while their heartbeats were speeding up. Their lips met one more time, devouring each other’s. Their undergarments scattered around the floor as their hands showed the other how much they cared.

Well, I wanna make love to you tonight I can't wait 'til the mornin' has come

Leaning Y/N against the French door frame, Tommy wrapped her legs around his waist, his lips on her neck as their hips met. One deep thrust and he found his way back home. Swallowing her moan as she kissed his mouth as Y/N moved against him, her hands using his shoulders for support.

Well, I wanna make love to you tonight I can't wait 'til the mornin' has come

Hiding his face in the crook of her neck, Tommy felt her hand on top of head, pulling his hair a little.

You know, I know now the time is just right And straight into my arms you will run

Their bodies dancing in perfect sync.

And when you come, my heart will be waiting To make sure that you're never alone There and then all my dreams will come true, dear There and then I will make you my own

He knew she was reaching that point.

And every time I touch you, you just tremble inside And I know how much you want me, that you can't hide

Her body giving away how much she was enjoying it.

Reaching her release. His, a few seconds later.

Their eyes locked, as their bodies were still linked, dancing with the last musical notes.

Can I just have one more moondance with you, my love?

That night he was starting to keep his promises, that dance was the first thing on his list. That night, just like the first one they spent together they had the best dance of their lives.

Full of love, full of life, their dance lighted by the moon.

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toms-cherry-trees · 2 years

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What Could Have Been || Tommy Shelby x Reader

Summary: Love is not enough. Not even for soulmates.

Word Count: 4270

Warnings: Angst, no proof reading

Author’s note: Nothing to see here, move foward to the reading. Enjoy!

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Ever since you were ten years old, everyone around you commented on the same thing.

You would marry the boy next door. Tommy Shelby.

He had been your playmate since the most tender infancy, being born one day after the other, you being the oldest of the pair, which you would use against him every time you had the chance.

He had treated you like another mate, despite being the only girl of the Watery Lane’s rascals gang. He taught you to climb trees, shoot rats with a slingshot and whistle different tunes to attract birds. You taught him how to feed said birds from his hand and to steal sweets and fruits from the market’s stands while you distracted the owners.

Everyone down Watery Lane noticed the special connection you two seemed to share. While some neighbours advised your mother that boys and girls should not mix up, for fear of spoiling your upbringing and reputation, others smirked for themselves and augured a future where you two shared a house down the road and half a dozen children swarming around you.

You were 13 when Thomas taught you to ride your first horse, your knees trembling as you tried to hold onto the shiny chestnut colt he had borrowed from a Lee boy during the fair. Sensing your uneasiness, and fearing you might fall and injure yourself, Tommy hopped onto the animal’s back behind you, circling your frame with his arms as he held the reins and led the beast into a peaceful trot down the bank of the river. When you let the horse rest, you two sat together under the leafy branches of an oak, in a tattered blanket you had brought from home, and snacked on blackberries from some nearby bushes and clear water from the spring. He gave you a makeshift bouquet of wild poppies and daisies; you had never felt your heart leap so strongly in your chest.

He was your Tommy and you were his Poppet.

Often you two would sneak out in the middle of the night and let your hearts run free. From climbing onto rooftops to bathing in the cut, or sneaking to his Uncle Charlie’s yard to help Curly deliver a foal, the night was yours to own and do as you pleased, away from judging comments and criticising eyes. Even if it lasted for just a few short hours,they were just for the two of you, the King and Queen of town.

The years passed, the two of you grew, so did everyone around you. As everyone expected, you became his sweetheart, and he became the envy of the block, having the sweetest piece of woman Small Heath could offer on his arm. The days flew by, the months became years, and people began to murmur. Why weren’t you two getting married? Why hadn’t Tommy proposed? The nagging gave way to the gossip. Maybe one of them lacked commitment? Maybe Tommy had found a fault with the lady? Or maybe she had found flaw in perfection?

Truth be told, none of you were in a rush. Tommy wanted to build a career and business before focusing on a family, and you had no desire to dedicate your young years to become a housewife. None of you had much money to spare anyway, and you wished for something a bit better than borrowed clothes and an appointment in the registry office. You may not be engaged yet but you had dreams. You wanted a nice party and a pretty dress, and he wanted a celebration that would be remembered for years. And in order to achieve the stars, you had to be patient.

But life had other plans.

You knew about the unrest in the continent. You heard the news of the assasination of the archduke and his wife. But you and everyone around you carried on as usual, too preoccupied with daily life to worry about those living thousands of miles away. Sure, a member of a royal family had been murdered, so what? How could it affect you, in a small town on an island not even remotely close to them?

You had held onto those hopeful thoughts all the way down to that day. You were in your parents' kitchen, chopping vegetables for dinner when a young boy ran down Watery Lane, tightly clutching a piece of paper, and hollering at the top of his lungs that the Kingdom had declared war on Germany. People rushed towards their homes in such a haste you would have believed they had the troops on their tails. You tried to keep up with dinner, but your hands trembled so violently you sliced off the top of your index.

You didn’t see any of the Shelby brothers for three days.

And when Tommy showed up, he knocked on your door like he would do any other day, leaning into the doorframe, with his hand stuffed in his pocket like he had been away for just half a day. You would have smacked him with his cap if you hadn’t been so happy to see him. Truth be told, you had already experienced nightmares of the war generals sneaking into town in the middle of the night and dragging him out of his bed and straight into Germany.

You two sat in the small kitchen, your hands laced around a cup of tea and his hands over yours.

“Where did you go?” Your voice trembled at the end

“Tried to run away”

That answer took you aback. You hadn’t expected something like that from him, and by the expression he bore, neither did he.

“After the declaration, Polly told us to leave. Pack our bags, get on the road with the Lees or the Boswells, lay low until things have calmed down, no matter how long it takes. And we considered it, honestly. She wouldn’t let us go out the house, in case the recruiters came. I actually thought about running away, but that's not who I am. That’s not who I want to be. I don’t want to go down in history as one of the cowards. I want to be one of the heroes. So I will be enlisting”

That’s all it took for you to break down crying. You knew Tommy had a knack for hopeless causes, and he always seeked for the greater good. You had dreaded he would want to enlist before the war office came to drag him. But you had hoped you’d have a bit more time.

“Hey hey, no need for tears, I am not dead yet, am I?” His dark humour didn’t help, making you in fact cry harder. He placed his index under your chin, gently lifting your face so you’d met his gaze “I will go. I will fight. And then I will return and we will get married with all the pomp and pageantry you deserve”

And so he went off for his training alongside his brothers. Two weeks before he was due to depart, he asked for your picture to carry with him, close to his heart. You agreed, only with the condition that he’d take a photo with you, so you too would have something to carry close to your heart. He protested, but agreed nonetheless. Anything to help ease your pain. You got four pictures, two of you wearing your best Sunday dress, and two of you together, him standing behind you with his hands on your shoulders.

The last day you had, you decided to ditch everyone around you, packed a basket and went to the river, for the sake of the old times. With a bottle of beer, a bunch of fruit and the same blanket you used ten years prior, you dedicated the last hours for yourselves. There was a lot of kissing, and also a lot of tears. Tommy promised over and over he would return, and entertained you with stories of the future that awaited you, with a nice house, a dog, and no less than three children playing in the garden.

As the sun began its descent, tinting the waters and the sky of a deep red hue, you pulled from your pocket a small box, neatly tied with white ribbon, and presented it to him. Tommy raised his eyebrow, but without asking, undid the bow to reveal the present.

Inside, nested in white cotton balls, laid a locket. Oval shaped, with a smooth, silvery surface. Tommy popped it open, only to find inside a picture of yourself on one side, and on the other, a lock of your hair shielded behind glass.

“I know you have my picture” You explained, meeting his puzzled gaze “But pictures can get wet or be lost or destroyed. I want you to have me close, as will I” You pulled out from your neckline your own locket, heart shaped, containing his picture and an empty space. Tommy got the hint. He grabbed his pocket knife and snipped the strand which usually fell over his forehead, just a small curl, enough to fill in the space. Now he had as much of you as you had of him.

“This is a promise locket. Because that locket and that hair is mine. I am lending it to you, so you have to promise to come home to give it back” Despite the painful tightening in your chest, you managed to crack a smile. Tommy leaned in for a kiss, his hand resting on the curve of your hip, slowly descending as the kiss deepened.

Five minutes later, the heart locket was the only thing you had on.

4 years of waiting. Four years of anxiety, sending letters every month, and getting replies every 3 to 4 months. Opening the front door every time the mailman walked down the lane, hoping that this time he’d stop at your door, while at the same time drearing receiving a very different kind of letter. The first two years, his letters were filled with sweet nonsense, pouring his love in the paper and adding small anecdotes of the trenches. But over time the letters became shorter, colder. You tried to blame it on the stress, the lack of time, any excuse at all, while you eased your worry by keeping busy helping Polly with the business and looking after Finn and Ada.

It wasn’t until the first days of 1916 that he was granted leave, and you saw him for the first time. You were the only one waiting in the station, since the kids were at school and Polly didn’t want to close the shop. The train came to a halt with a screech, and soldiers poured from the doors like an avalanche, onto the open arms of weeping wives and mothers. You scanned the crowd for him, panic bubbling in your stomach when you couldn’t find him. Perhaps he had missed the train? Or his leave had been cancelled? The station had almost emptied completely when you saw him, but you had to look twice to recognize him. Could that be Tommy? Your Tommy? His sunken face and gaunt complexion resembled more a man on his deathbed than a twenty something year old. He sported a thin cut alongside his left cheekbone, and walked with a limp. He had seen you too, but made no effort to approach you, waiting for you to run to him. When you clashed into his chest, he circled your frame with his arm, but his body felt stiff, and the embrace cold.

Still, you wiped your tears and got the best of the ten days he would be home. You cooked his favourite meals, forewent a few commodities to afford him a bottle of nice whiskey, and generally went out of your way to make his visit pleasant. But something seemed off in him. Something had changed. Not only had his body thinned and his voice deepened, perhaps the effect of cheap spirits and toxic fumes, but something deeper seemed to be off as well. The only way you could describe it was that he had lost the joy to live. Good food and drinks had no effect on him, and not even when you laid on his bed, tangled in his sheets wearing only your promise lockets, did he show any more emotion. He had also begun to sleep during the day and keep vigil at night, his pale eyes fixated on the wall until dawnbreak.

You didn’t see him again until the end of the war.

For months, no letter arrived, nor from him nor from the war office. You heard at home the horrors of the battles of Verdun and the Somme, only known through those who lived it, since the newspapers refused to publish anything that could tamper with the people’s spirits, and even the letters sent home were subject to censorship. The more days passed, the more your worry grew. You were forced to remind yourself that no news was better than bad news, and perhaps Tommy just hadn’t found the time to write, or had run out of pencil and paper.

It wasn’t until the beginning of 1917 that you heard from him again. He had received leave and decided to spend it in the north of France, claiming he didn’t have enough days to make the journey back worthy. You tried to understand, but you felt the pain in your heart nonetheless. Perhaps it felt too painful for him, coming back home knowing he’d have to leave once again. Perhaps he wished to rest and did not want to make the journey home and back for just a couple days.

Perhaps he had found a better company in France.

You pushed those unfounded accusations to the back of your mind, keeping them under lock and key. How could you think that way of Tommy? He loved you, and he would never betray your trust like that.

Right?

His lacklustre writing got you through the war, still clinging desperately to every strand of his love you could. When peace finally came, you awaited eagerly for his return and for your life to go back to normal. But you couldn’t have imagined what normal meant.

You gave the army a man and they gave back a corpse. A living, breathing, soulless corpse. If you didn’t know better, you could have sworn they sent you the wrong man. This…person, the thing he had become, he wasn’t your Tommy. He wasn’t the one you had fallen in love with.

None of them came home the same, truth be told. But obviously your attention focused on the one you cared about. You could bear some aspects, like the nightmares and the initial paranoia. But some became unmanageable. The opium, the alcoholism, the violence.

The coldness.

It felt as if romancing a snowman. Everything inside Tommy had gone cold; not just his joy to live, but also his relationships with others. With his aunt, with his brothers, and with you. He hadn’t ended things with you, perhaps out of respect for your unwavering loyalty, but he might as well have and once and for all end your misery.

You slept with him for several nights after his return, but he would always be gone before you awoke, and would only take you to his room after dark, as if you were a cheap alleway whore and not the one he had wanted once to marry. During the days you seldom saw him, with his mind buried in the business, or perhaps still buried in the French mud. You had simply faded into the background of his life.

For your own sake, and to not let ten years of your life go to waste, you endured. You could turn a blind eye to his crooked ways, and even could pretend that the pretty barmaid from the Garrison wasn’t batting her eyelashes at him every time their eyes met, much to his apparent delight. You could pretend that you didn’t hear from Arthur that Tommy caught the fucking clap in France.

But you couldn’t deal with the violence.

His anger, rarely incurred before the war, seemed ready to lash out at any moment now. Even the slightless things sent him into madness. His hand didn’t waver to shoot an inconvenient person, or to blind them with those godforsaken blades he had sewed into his cap. It became the murmur of the town that the new copper was after him, and they even said he had killed two men inside the Garrison, before leaving with the pretty barmaid.

One particular day, he gave you a train ticket, and offered no more explanation that I’d do you good to be away for the day. Go to London, buy some clothes, get some fresh air. Of course you threw the ticket in the fireplace and stayed home all day, knowing he would be up to something if he wished to get rid of you so desperately. News reached you about the shootout in Garrison Lane. Orchestrated by a certain Billy Kimber after Tommy tried to sack him from the races. You knew he had been shot, but didn’t attempt to go and see him. He’d have plenty of company in the afterparty to keep the mind busy and the body warm. But you? You have had enough. You could ignore anything but this. This was just the beginning, and things would only get worse from here. And you hadn’t lived through a war, only to live the rest of your days in another one.

If this was the path Tommy wanted to take, you’d have to swallow your feelings and go the other way.

You were bent over your coarse kitchen table. Beads of sweat gathered at your temples and rolled down the crook of your neck, getting lost in the valley between your breasts. The curves of your body swayed in a slow cadence. You had spent the last 15 minutes working on that bread dough, kneading the sticky lump into shape, while the unforgiving summer sun heated up your tiny kitchen through the opaque window panes. The last thing you wanted to do was light up the stove, but homemade bread was considerably cheaper than store bought, and in the current situation, every penny counted. Oh, what you’d give to be laying under the shadow of an oak, enjoying the breeze and dipping your feet in the river.

A knock on the door pulled you away from your thoughts. You weren’t expecting any visitors, at least not any that would simply drop by unannounced. The force of habit made you open the door without looking through the peephole, and you found the entrance blocked by the imponent presence of the one and only, Tommy Shelby.

Not Tommy. Thomas. He had long ago stopped being your Tommy.

“Mr. Shelby, what brings you here?” The formality in your tone made him flinch. Four years had passed since you walked away, and he still couldn’t get used to it.

“Mr. Shelby? My my, (Y/N) I believed ourselves to be past those formalities”

You were ready to tell him you were busy and send him off, but he decided to push past you and into the house, displaying his lack of care for social formalities.

“Make yourself comfortable, why don’t you?” You crossed your arms over your chest, watching him take a seat in the chair your husband sat in.

“Your husband came today to my office, you know?” Husband. Tommy had never used his name, Daniel. The few times he spoke to you or inquired to others about you, he only called him that. Husband. Trying to turn him into an object and not a human being.

“Did he now?” You asked, uninterested, as you wiped the table clean and covered the dough with a cloth to rise.

“Asking for money” Tommy spoke slowly, letting the words drag to test your reaction “A considerable sum, in fact” He had a triumphant smile, as if he had caught Daniel doing some evil thing and was now exposing him to you “Any idea why?”

You hesitated with your words, unsure on how to proceed. But he would find out sooner or later anyway.

“Babies are an expensive business and we need more space” You turned to face him, seeing the colours drain from his face. His pale eyes scanned your figure, stopping over your belly, covered by a white apron.

“You…”

“Why did you come here Thomas? To tell on my husband, hoping to expose him? To make me upset? What is it that you want?”

He stood and grabbed your hands, making you stumble and forcing you to hold onto him for support.

“That means this is our last chance” You were taken aback by the urgency in his voice.

“What do you mean our last chance?” You tried to step away, but he only held you tighter “We left our last chance behind many years ago. When you almost left to be with Grace in New York. When I told you I would be getting married. Now-”

“Is not too late yet” He cupped your face, and much to your dismay, his touch still sent sparks coursing through your skin “We can be together. We can be happy. I would raise your child as my own and no one needs to know”

Your knees trembled. Your mouth dried up. Had he come here, into your home, first wanting to put you at odds with your husband, and now to ask you to elope with him?

“Tommy” You spoke softly, hoping to reason with him “That is not okay. We cannot do that. Our time has passed. I have Daniel, you are due to marry Grace and have her son. Your son” He raised his eyebrows, puzzled. Officially Charles was the son of the late Mr. MacMillan, but you were no fool. The Shelby eyes never lie.

“Screw your husband. Screw Grace. I know you love me still. Isn’t it all that matters? I need you. We can grab our things and get away. Start over. Be together as we should have. Leave behind the gang, the business, our pasts. ”

Your lips trembled. A tear threatened to spill off the corner of your eye. A knot tightened painfully around your windpipe, making it hard to breathe.

“Tommy, I.. We…No. Is not the right thing. You can’t abandon your boy. And Daniel, he deserves the world, I couldn’t break his heart like that”

Tommy slammed his fist on the table “For fuck’s sake. Do you want to be happy? What is so good about Saint Daniel? He took you from me!”

You immediately became defensive, feeling anger seep into you, replacing your softer emotions. He actually had had the nerve to question your husband, instead of questioning how his own doings drove you away. You took a step back.

“He makes me happy. He loves me. He is a nice man. A nice, good, honest, hard-working man. He…”

“He’s not me. That’s the point, isn’t it? He’s safe. He is honest. He would never hurt a man, let alone kill him. He’s everything that I’m not”

His eyes scanned the room, going from the flowers Daniel had brought you and were now in a vase, to the embroidery frames with sweet little messages hung on the wall, and the two armchairs in front of the blackened fireplace; over the mantelpiece stood your wedding protograph. You saw longing in his features, longing at what his life could have been if circumstances had been different, if things hadn’t gotten in the way, if he had been different, if…

“Tell Daniel to forget about the loan” He couldn’t mask his defeat. Tommy had aged years in just a moment. He had never lost a fight, nor being kept from what he wanted. He had never known defeat. “It's a gift, for the baby. I’ll rip the paynote and we will forget about it” He opened and closed his mouth, wanting desperately to say something else but not daring to “If you ever need anything, and I mean anything at all, just call me. It doesn’t matter when or where, I’ll come to you. I’ll always come to you”

Tommy hesitated in the soles of his feet, not daring to breach the distance between you two. In the end he leaned closer, just enough to brush a kiss on your forehead. His lips lingered more than it was wise, and you caught a glimpse of silver peeking out from between his clothes. A silver necklace. Blinding pain shot through your chest, making you gasp for breath. You tried to reach out and touch the necklace, but he had already pulled away. He fixed his cap and left.

You rushed to the window, your teary gaze following him until he had disappeared from sight. Even after all those years, your knees trembled and your stomach tickled with butterflies in his presence. Heart aching for the man he had stopped being a long time ago. For the Tommy who had been buried in France and replaced with a new one. One you never knew.

Feeling weak and shaky, you went into your room and reached into your nightstand, pulling off the bottom of the drawer to reveal a small silver chest. It had been a while since you last opened it.

Inside were no riches or jewels or great secrets of the State. Only a bunch of pressed poppies, two lovers smiling from a faded picture, a dull heart locket, and all the dreams of what life could have been.

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Do you have any peaky hurt comfort recs of hcs or one shots? My need for them is insatiable

Okay so I'm shit at knowing what actual hurt/comfort is so I've picked comforting favourites of mine and a few that I just found the now.

Shelby Sister (First Period) @notyour-valentine

not strictly hurt comfort I know but it did give me comforted vibes (and it was funny)

Arthur Comforts You @byorder-fanfic

This was so cosy, gentle Arthur spiritually heals I swear

Tommy argument/comfort vibes

I've read this so many times, the tension and then the end just <3 <3

I always adored @ Bonniesgoldengirl 's stuff on here but I know they aren't writing anymore and I don't want to bug them with a notification. They took their stuff off Tumblr but check their Wattpad there's loads and its all wonderful

Napping/ Waking Each other Up @peakyxtommy

Not hurt but def comfort, the cosiest little thing I've read all day!!

Bonnie, comforts you during a thunderstorm @zablife

Lee is such a talented writer and all their hurt/comfort stuff slaps <3

Bonnie x Pregnant Wife Reader, protective Bonnie

Idk if this is strictly hurt comfort but every time I'm sad I read this and it fills me with comfort. There's plenty of angst in there too.

Very Protective Tommy Comforts Injured Reader

Reader gets kidnapped, its really good and pretty long and also it has a part two which is also so good.

Bonnie Gold Arranged Marriage

Again is it hurt comfort? Strictly speaking I couldn't possibly say but does it fill me personally with those vibes, yes!!

Alfie Love Confessions/ hurt/comfort @raincoffeeandfandoms

Idk I love this so much that is all

Alfie Cuddling

This is so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so soft

Arthur Hurt/ Comfort from a fave @call-sign-shark

John x Sister Reader going through breakup @runnning-outof-time

Read this ages ago and it took me ages to find but worth it cause I love it sm

Tommy comforts overwhelmed reader @jomarch-wannabe

Every time I read this my heart swells and my melancholia is temporarily cured.

Okay this is all I've got for now, there's probably so many others but im terrible at keeping track of the ones I love and I'm now realising I've got to dedicate sometime to go and hunt down and bookmark all my favourites haha

#pacifymebby recs

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To Forget the Pain | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: no - written for @zablife ‘s 1K follower celebration

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: During a party at Arrow House, Tommy finds a woman inside a room that nobody's allowed in.

Warnings: drinking, mentions of character death

Word Count: 935

A/N: this was such a fun little story to write. I love the prompts that you gave us to choose from, Lee…of course I had to choose the one that mentions a library. Congrats again on your amazing milestone…it’s so well deserved. Enjoy! :)

Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future stories similar to this one!

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(Y/N)'s head was pounding from the amount of talking and the uptempo music. She had no idea why she was at this party. A friend had invited her; said Mr. Shelby, OBE always threw glamorous parties and that she had to come and see one. Now that she was here, all she wanted to do was leave.

After tipping back what was left of her champagne, she set the empty glass on one of the console tables and decided to wander around the mansion she'd found herself in. Her friend had run off the second they'd entered the home and she was now alone, so she figured she'd do some snooping.

Down one of the darker corridors, she found a room that was unlocked and decided to go into it. This was totally against home etiquette, and she knew that, but at the same time, she needed some peace and quiet. Once she was in the room, she found shelves upon shelves of books lining the walls. This house has its own bloody library, she thought to herself as she dropped down on one of the couches. She then flicked on the lamp on the side table next to her, appreciating how it gave the room a gentle glow.

Closing her eyes, she tipped her head back and let out a grateful sigh as the pounding in her head began to cease. Her peacefulness did not last very long, as a short time later, someone's footsteps were echoing down the corridor. She silently cursed herself for not shutting the door completely.

"What're you doing in here?" the booming voice made (Y/N) sit up in a shot, her eyes wide as they fell onto none other than Tommy Shelby, OBE...the man of the house and the host of the party.

"I've been drunk for about a week now, and I thought it might sober me up to sit in a library," she answered sheepishly once her initial surprise subsided.

"You're not supposed to be in here," he answered her, holding his stony expression, "no one's allowed in here anymore."

"Why not use a beautiful room such as this?" (Y/N) pondered aloud without even realizing. Her eyes locked onto his then as realization struck her, "this was...this is your wife's library, wasn't it?" she asked then, her voice lowered like she was letting out a secret. She knew about the late Grace Shelby...knew of how she'd met her demise.

"Was," Tommy corrected her, a bit of a defeated look forming on his features.

"I'm sorry," (Y/N) apologized as a similar look crossed her face. "I know what it feels like...to lose the person you love," she added after a few beats' pause.

"Yeah?" Tommy asked her, his eyebrows raised slightly.

"Yeah," she affirmed, nodding her head as a frown formed on her face, "my husband passed a few months ago. We saw it coming, but yet it still hurt like hell."

"I'm sorry to hear that," he offered his words of sympathy.

"Don't," she brushed them off, "it helps to just...forget sometimes," she added with a sigh, "and the alcohol aids that...but then you get stretches like this, where you don't remember the last time you were sober."

"I've had a few of those," he admitted to her, his statement making her look in his direction with raised eyebrows. She was surprised that he'd admitted this to her.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," Tommy nodded, "like you said, sometimes you just need it to help you forget."

"And sometimes it makes it worse," she added, a solemn tone in her voice, "but I've now learned other ways to get around the sadness...to turn my grief into something more pleasant to live with and forget the pain that I'm constantly living with."

"Yeah?" now Tommy was asking her to elaborate.

"Yeah," she mimicked his response before adding, "I tend to do things that are rather out of the ordinary; things that seem so outrageous that they really only allow me to think of them instead of the other things inside my head."

"And it helps?" he asked, seemingly intrigued by her way of coping with loss.

"It does…when I remember to do them," she answered as a smile formed on her face. "Now, I saw you have a lovely fountain at the front of your home, Mr. Shelby," she said as she stood from the couch to walk over to where he was.

"I do," he answered, his confusion now apparent

"Why don't we go swim in it?" she asked him, her eyebrows raised as she proposed a rather crazy idea...one that the alcohol surely helped her to make.

"What am I going to do with you, Ms. (Y/L/N)?" he asked her, his eyebrows now raised in intrigue as he looked her over. He did not expect this conversation to take the turn that it did, but he most certainly wasn't going to back out of it. This woman seemed to have something figured out, and, at this point, he was willing to try anything that may help him to get more than a few hours of sleep a night.

"Call me (Y/N) and you might just find out," she said with a grin and a wink as she slipped her hand into his. The expression on his face told her that he was impressed by what she was doing, and that, along with the champagne, gave her the confidence to lead him out of the library and towards the doors of the mansion.

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