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The Pain of Secret Keeping

Request: Hi there can I request an angsty Thomas Shelby x reader where he screwed up bad? Tommy has tried keeping the reader out of anything ‘business’ related because he’s scared of putting you in danger but when business gets bad that also mean he can’t exactly confides in you, one bad and half drunk decision led him to find comfort in someone else (maybe Grace or Lizzie you can pick which) and the reader + the rest of the Shelbys walked in on them, so just angst please feel free to break my heart!

Requested by @elia-the-bibliophile

Thomas Shelby x Reader

Word Count: 1,775

Warnings: Language, alcohol, mention of cheating

A/n: So, I wrote the basics of the prompt (cause I remembered that) but not the rest of it cause I was stupid and didn’t read the prompt before I started writing. Anyway, this finally got done after ages. And it’s not edited, not cause it doesn’t need to be, but because I didn’t want to. So, there are probably a lot of errors.

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“What’s wrong?”

Y/n glanced up from her paperwork to see Polly standing in front of her desk. The betting shop was starting to empty as everyone headed out for lunch, leaving the two practically alone. The young woman shrugged,” Nothing.”

“Don’t give me that crap, Y/n,” the older woman shook her head. “You’ve been reading over the same document for the past twenty minutes.”

“Maybe I don’t understand it,” she argued.

Polly folded her arms across her chest as she went to lean against a desk behind her, eyes set on her nephew’s wife. “Please, don’t act like I’m a fool. What’s wrong?” she asked again, concern reflecting off her eyes.

A sigh of defeat parted Y/n’s lips as the paper fell from between her fingers and she leaned back in her chair. A moment of silence filled the room before she could think of the right words to say. No matter how she phrased the question, it made her feel guilty for even having to ask. “Is there something going on I should know about?”

Raising a brow, the brunette dug around her pockets for her pack of cigarettes. “I don’t believe so,” she muttered once the pack was found and one was placed between her lips. “Tommy probably tells you more than he tells me.”

“He doesn’t tell me anything… not anymore,” she stated. It had been a long while since the couple had had an actual conversation. It was always small talk, fucking small talk that made Y/n feel as if they were strangers to each other.

“What do you mean, Y/n? Tommy loves you and if-”

“And if he’s not talking to me, there’s probably a good reason?” Y/n finished the sentence. “Don’t give me that shit, Polly! Tommy doesn’t talk to me unless he has to! It’s like I’m married to a god damn stranger! I don’t know what’s going on with him at all. I don’t know if he’s happy or sad or fucking anything. We sit across from each other at dinner and he will look at anything but me, so don’t pretend he has a good reason for that shit, I know he doesn’t.”

The woman sighed before taking a long drag of her cigarette. “Have you tried talking to him about it?”

That was the last thing Y/n wanted to do. She was sure that conversation would only bring her to tears and ruin her marriage. Shaking her head, she let out a shaky breath. “No. No, I haven’t and I don’t want to.”

“Why? Nothing could possibly make it any worse.” Polly knew that was a lie, her nephew always had a way of making everything worse.

“Because Finn told me Tommy has been spending a lot of time with Lizzie outside of work. They’ve gone to dinner at least three times this week. I check with the restaurant they were at, Finn isn’t letting his imagination get the best of him.” Y/n pushed herself from her desk and walked over to John’s desk, where she pulled a bottle of whiskey out of one of the drawers. “Those nights he spent with her were nights he said he was busy with business. Obviously, she was that business.”

Polly shook her head in disbelief. She had seen how in love Tommy had been with Y/n from the moment he laid eyes on her and she would have never thought he would do such a thing. But it seemed as of late, no one knew the man as well as they thought. “You’re just going to let this go on?” she inquired, watching Y/n pour two glasses of whiskey.

Handing Polly a glass, she shrugged before sipping on her own. “I don’t know. I’d like to pretend I never found out. That my marriage isn’t as broken as it seems to be.”

“So, you’re just going to sit back and take it? Let that man walk all over you?”

“I suppose that’s all I can do.”

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Later that night, Y/n found herself alone for the fourth time that week. Like usual, there was no call, and she was to wonder until her husband watched through the door if he was all in one piece. That fact didn’t bother her as much as it had the three times before, not when Polly’s questions ran laps in her head.

Was she really going to let Tommy run around with Lizzie? Honestly, Y/n couldn’t find a proper answer. She didn’t want to but was else was there to be done. Even if she said something, did something, he was Thomas Shelby and he was used to doing whatever the fuck he wanted. How was she to stop him?

What seemed to alarm the woman the most wasn’t the fact that she was content with letting such an affair continue, but the fact that she wasn’t surprised by it. She was no stranger to the relationship Tommy and Lizzie once shared. And Y/n never resented Lizzie for it, why should she? That was the past after all. But once the woman started working as Tommy’s secretary, Y/n couldn’t help but wonder if something would start between them again. It was a thought born out of jealousy, that she knew, but she couldn’t help it. Lizzie was a beautiful woman, there was no doubt of that, with shiny dark hair and a lovely figure, any man would fall for her. And Y/n had started to wonder if it was only a matter of time before her husband did.

“Y/n, what’s wrong?” she heard a voice softly say, snapping her out of her thoughts.

Moving her eyes from the floor, she saw Tommy kneeling in front of her, concern flooding his features. “I-I… I’m fine,” she croaked as a tear slide down her cheek. Tommy’s calloused thumb caught it before it could go far.

“Then why were you crying, love. Did something happened?” Y/n shrugged as she stood from the sofa. She hadn’t even realized she’d been crying, but what difference did it make. “Hey, hey, where are you going?” Tommy questioned as his hand caught her wrist and pulled her gently towards him. “Please tell me what’s wrong.”

Sniffling, she sucked in a small breath. “Why have you been going to dinner with her, Tommy? Why?”

“Dinner with who?”

She rolled her eyes, “With Lizzie! Don’t try and deny it-” She pushed herself out of his grasp and walked towards the kitchen, attempting to gain some distance from him. “-I know you have at least been having dinner with her instead of here, at home, with your own fucking wife!”

Letting out a sigh, Tommy shook his head, a laugh traveling up his throat. “It’s simply dinner, there is no harm in that.”

A cruel laugh parted Y/n’s lips. A cruel, hurt laugh. “No harm? Really? Well, then why does it seem like I’m married to a god damn stranger? You barely talk to me, you don’t look at me, and it seems you’d rather not spend any time with me? So, why did you fucking marry me if you…”

Anger surged through his blood at the questions. How could Y/n say such things? How could she? “If I what, Y/n?” His voice was harsh, violent if that were even possible.

Tears pooled in her eyes at the question. “If you don’t even love me.”

Her words were barely a whisper, but they caught the man’s ears. Y/n wanted no time fleeing the room as her husband’s face fell. Letting out a ragged breath, Tommy knew he had fucked up. Reluctantly, he followed his wife’s footsteps to their bedroom, standing in the doorway, he saw her frame laying on the bed, shaking from tears.

The tears slowed enough for Y/n to gain some of her vision back, enough to see the silhouette of the last person she wanted to see. “Go away, Thomas.” It sounded pathetic once she heard herself say it. She sounded like a child. “Go away.”

She heard him sigh before he said, “Will you listen to me for one second? Just one?” When no response came, he continued. “I’m sorry I’ve been like that lately. I am, Y/n. There’s just been a lot going on with work.”

He heard a scoff pass her lips. “Sure.”

“I swear that’s the truth, love.”

“Then why have you been getting dinner with Lizzie?” she questioned, pushing herself off the pillows as she felt the bed dip next to her. Turning to look at her husband, she couldn’t help but let a few more tears escape.

Brushing her tears away, Tommy pulled her into his chest. “Because I’ve been working late and she’s been staying to finish all the paperwork I’ve created for her.”

“You’re not…”

“Sleeping with her?” he questioned. “No, love, I’m not. I swear on my life that I’m not.”

Peering up at him, Y/n bit her lip before asking, “What is keeping you so busy that you couldn’t tell me? What made you act like that?”

Letting out a sigh, Tommy should have known she would find out eventually. “You remember when I told you about that gang in Wales?” When she nodded, he continued. “They don’t seem to be too friendly, threatened Arthur last time we sat down with them. And recently, they threatened to hurt you.” He paused, remembering the day he had gotten the letter that contained a threat on his wife. Made his blood boil at the thought of them laying a finger on her. “I know how I handled things was foolish and I’ve caused you pain, but I didn’t know what else to do. Our business with them had to play out smoothly or… And I couldn’t have that.”

“Are you almost done dealing with them?” His wife asked, her head leaning against his shoulder.

“Nearly,” he replied.

“Next time, you are to tell me. I don’t want us to go through this again, I don’t want to go through this again. It hurt me to think you could have been cheating on. It hurt a lot.”

Pulling her closer, Tommy kissed the top of her head. “I know, love, I know. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”

Y/n thought about it for a moment. “You can spend all weekend here with me. Forget business for a while. And you will tell me when you have to stay later due to work.”

A smile tugged at his lips. “Yes, Mrs. Shelby.”

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theartof-flying · 5 years ago

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Cocktails and Picnics

Request: Hi please can I request either a tommy x reader x grace where we are in a poly relationship and we go to a party and I get drunk and this guy keeps hitting on me and tommy and grace get jealous and come to my rescue and take me home and look after me thanks Or you could do it as finn x reader x Isaiah not bothered which one thanks x

Requested by @beth-winchester21

Thomas Shelby x Female!Reader x Grace Burgess

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Alcohol, creeps

A/n: This sucks, at least in my opinion, but at least it got done. I wanted to do something more with it, but I had no motivation or ideas. In the future, though, I think it would be fun to write something involving Tommy and Grace. And I also want you guys to know I don’t totally hate Grace as a character. I think she could have been way better if she was written to be more than a trophy. Let’s be honest that’s what she became. She could have been totally badass, but she fell short.

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Generally, Grace, Tommy, and Y/n never went to the same event together. It wasn’t because they didn’t want the public to catch onto their relationship, Tommy could care less about that, but because of other engagements. Y/n were always busy with work and had her own parties to attend as she were the secretary for Birmingham’s mayor. And Grace usually stayed home with Charlie or attended charity events. None of them ever complained as they all preferred to spend time together at home.

But somehow, the two women were able to attend a party Tommy had been invite to.

After Tommy spun Y/n around the dance floor a few times, she tugged him to the bar so she could rest her feet. “I’m going to order a drink, why don’t you go save your wife?” She pointed to Grace who was surroned by the wives of politicians.

“Don’t you go thinking this will get you out of dancing with me later,” the man threatened with a smile, one which was returned.

She watched with amusement as Tommy pulled Grace onto the dance floor. She wasn’t one for dancing, not like Y/n was, so she usually tried to hid from Tommy when the music started playing. Turning to the bar, she ordered a cocktail. Though, she could barely sip on it once it was placed in front of her, it went down that smoothly. Before she knew it, she’d had four and Tommy and Grace had taken a break from dancing, instead talking to future business partners.

“What are you drinking?” A man slid into the open seat next to her. He had a devilish grin plastered across his face. He looked like trouble, ever inch of him, but in her drunken state, that fact didn’t cross her mind.

Looking at her glass, Y/n shrugged. “I don’t know, whatever they’ve been bringing me. And it sure is lovely.”

Upon hearing the excitement in the young woman’s voice, the man placed his hand on her thigh. “Have you ever done shots?” he questioned with mischief. A smile tugged at her lips as she shook her head. Flagging down the bartender, the man ordered six shots. “Don’t worry love, the first one may be rough, but the other two go down like water.”

There was no hesitation as she grabbed the first shot glass off the bar. “Ready?” she smiled, having more fun then she’d had last time she’d been out.

“Ready.” Together, the two strangers slammed their shots down, the liquid burning their throats as it traveled down. Before long, all the glasses were empty before them as laughter bubbled up Y/n’s throat. “You having fun?” the man asked.

“More than usually,” she replied. It had been a long time since she’d truely enjoyed herself at such an event. Usually, Y/n had to put on a smile and act as if she was having a lovely time. That’s what happened when you entered the world of politics, the happiness on your face was never really your own.

From across the room, Grace glanced over at Y/n. It had been a while since she had last seen her, as she had been pulled away by a group of women and then onto the dance floor with Tommy. Scanning the room, her eyes landed on her girlfriend, who had made herself comfortable at the bar. The blond couldn’t help but notice the man sitting next to her, his hand on her thigh, much too far up her thigh for the woman’s liking. “Tommy, may I speak with you a moment,” she intereupted her husband’s conversation with some man she’d never see again.”

Nodding his head, he turned away from the man and lead her a few steps away. “What’s wrong?” All it took was for Grace to point a slender finger at the bar for Tommy to see fire. Without another word, the two quickly made their way over to the bar. “Excuse me?”

“Tommy! You have missed out, I-I’ve had the… the loveliest time,” she slurred once her eyes landed on the man.

“I’m glad, now it’s time to leave.” Y/n’s frown matched the one of the man next to her. He was smart and had retracted his hand as soon as Tommy spoke up.

There was little argument as Tommy and Grace lead her to the door. Grace fetched her coat, helping her slip it on as Tommy went and retrieved the car. Once in the warm vehicle, Y/n rested her head against Grace’s shoulder as they drove home. “At least she was having fun,” Grace said before kissing the top of her head.

“That man got her drunk on purpose,” Tommy grunted.

His wife shook her head. “You don’t know that. Y/n was having a good time, she could have ordered all those drinks herself,” she tried to argue, but knew Tommy was right. Y/n never took shots, only ever drank cocktails.

From there on the drive was silent. With few people on the road at that hour, there was no traffic, so they quickly pulled up in front of their home. Shutting off the engine, Tommy slide out of the car and went to the other side to scoop Y/n into her arms. With the amount of alcohol in her system she had become dead weight. Carefully, Tommy entered the house, Grace right behind him, and climbed the stairs to their shared room. By the time he placed her gently on the bed, Y/n ad begun to stir.

“No,” she whined as her eyes barely fluttered open. “Leave them on.”

Tommy chuckled at her word. “Leave your shoes on?” he asked as he paused his action of taking one of them off. “You want to sleep in your shoes, love?” Nose scrunched up in deep thought, Y/n shook her head and allowed her shoes to drop to the floor. Turning away from the sleepy woman, Tommy approached Grace, who was taking off her jewelry at the vanity. “I’ll go get her a glass of water.”

“See if you can find something for her headache in the morning,” she smiled at him through the mirror.

By the time Tommy had returned, it had been awhile as he wasn’t sure where medicine was kept in his own home, Grace was already in bed, a book in hand, with Y/n snuggled up beside her. “Did you get lost?” she questioned as he placed the glass on his nightstand.

Shaking his head, Tommy quickly stripped off his dress shirt and pants, it had started to get cold in the house, so he slipped on a pair of lounge pants before joining the two women. “We should go on a picnic tomorrow. The fresh air may help with Y/n’s hang over.”

“Oh yes, and it’s also an excuse for you to get us to ride the horses.”

“And Charlie loves picnics,” he continued, ignoring her comment.

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theartof-flying · 5 years ago

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If there was the option “talk with crying child about france” it would be all Tommy’s!

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Headcanon: Tommy Finding You Wearing His Clothes

Request: Um, headcannons for Tommy finding you wearing one of his shirts? I dunno, I’m just a sucker for sharing clothes

Requested by Anonymous

Thomas Shelby x Reader

Warnings: None?

A/N: This is a little short but I have to go to work soon and wanted to get it finished before then. I just want to say I love writing headcanons and I’m glad this was requested. Honestly, headcanons and preferences are my two favorite things to write.

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Tommy never thought he could find another excuse to invite you over until he’d walked in on you in his room one night.

He had just gotten home from the betting shop and you had insisted the two of you spent the nigh in opposed to the Garrison. You preferred spending time with the man you loved without having to share him.

While Tommy went to get you both something to drink, which was whiskey no doubt, you stripped out of your work clothes and pulled one of Tommy’s shirts out of his wardrobe.

Walking out of the room, you found Tommy in the parlor, looking through his bar cart for another glass.

“You might want to try the kitchen, love. That’s where the glasses generally live,” you said with a smile.

The man turned to argue, he remembered placing two glass on the cart that morning, but stopped short when his eyes fell on you. “Wow.”

“Wow, what?” You raised a brow as he got to his feet.

Leaving the cart behind, Tommy crossed the room, taking in your figure the whole time. “You look lovely in my shirt,” he remarked, leaning in to kiss you. “You should wear my clothes more often.”

And you did.

Most nights were spent at Tommy’s place. It was closer to your work and much nicer than your own apartment. You were generally there without Tommy as he always insisted on working himself to death, so you had no problem making yourself comfortable.

This generally took the form of slipping on a pair of Tommy’s dress pants. They were more comfortable than any lounge wear you owned and you loved how they smelled like Tommy.

You remembered the first time Tommy saw you wearing them. He had spent all day in London, so you knew he would come home late. When he finally entered the house, he walked into the kitchen to see you dancing around with his pants on.

A smile tugged at his lips as he watched you. There was no doubt in his mind that you looked better in them than he did.

More often than not, though, he would catch you wearing his peaky cap. He’d always warned you to be care of the razor, which you always ignored. And that usually led to a bloody finger which Tommy would have to patch up.

But he loved it when you’d wear his hat, especially when you’d be laying in bed with nothing but a sheet to cover you.

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