tommys place

anonymous asked:

So since you've drawn characters from the great comet. Can you draw me a little Spot Conlon from Newsies

pal you are in luck not only have i drawn spot conlon before Here but here is a brand new lil mr brooklyn just for you:

anonymous asked:

Can u plz do a dad harry imagine where the reader & H have three kids and it's all fluffy and cuddly or something? Love ur writing!!

You remember the first time you told Harry you were pregnant. Although it was early in your marriage and you actually hadn’t planned for it but the excitement and happiness didn’t cease. If Harry was a total sap before your pregnancy, he was a definite Romeo after it. You gave birth to a healthy baby boy, Tommy.

2 years after Tommy was born, you had opened the topic of having a bigger family and Harry was quick to oblige, pleasuring you and putting you first, thoughts of becoming a dad to a new baby engulfing his mind.
Thanks to your health and Harry’s, the bun was successfully in the oven; only it wasn’t one bun, there were 2. You gave birth to healthy twin girls, Ella and Emma.

2 years later, you and Harry were surrounded by your 4 years old baby boy and 2 years old twins, happier than ever.

“Is everyone settled?” Harry asked as he walked from the kitchen to the living room with popcorn buckets.

“Yes!” You and your kids answered in unison.

“Hey! Ella, you know daddy likes to cuddle mummy when we’re watching a movie.” Harry frowned as he looked at you and Ella, cuddling as you stroked her hair.

You smiled as Ella giggled. “One movie, daddy? Please?”


“Alright, how about we all cuddle?” You interrupted Harry with a smile before lifting Ella over your lap to beside you, patting your lap for her. She rested her head on your lap, releasing a satisfied sigh. Harry got beside you, wrapping his arm around you before opening his other arm for one of the other 2. Emma was quick to place herself under Harry’s arm.

Tommy stood watching, thinking of a position of his own to be close to his parents. “Where do I sit?”

“Come here, baby,” You allowed space between you and Harry, not wanting your son to feel left out. Harry, catching on to what you did, smiled. Tommy grinned as he sat down, legs under him as you and Harry cuddled him.

“All settled?” Harry asked.

“Yes, daddy!” The kids answered.

Harry looked at you, “Mummy?”

“Yes, daddy.” And Harry was ready to make kid number 4, giving you a look that only you understood which made you giggle, “Start the movie.”

Finding Dory started and from the very first second, your kids were engrossed.

By the time the second movie, Moana, had ended, you and Harry had 3 sleeping bodies on you. Harry looked at you before pecking your forehead, “Let’s put them to bed?” He asked quietly.

You nodded, slowly and gently pushing Ella on the couch before lifting Tommy in your arms, him instantly burying his head in your neck — a gesture he picked from his dad — and wrapped his limbs around you. Harry scooped his twins in his arms before you both walked quietly up the stairs and went to Tommy’s room.
You tucked him in, Harry standing with your twins still in his arms.

“Mummy?” Tommy mumbled sleepily, fluttering his eyes.

“Yeah, baby?” You whispered, putting the cover up to his chin.

“Love you. Love daddy.” He whispered sleepily.

You smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. “We love you, too, love.”

And so, you left his fairylights on before you followed Harry out of the room and to the room of your twins. You took Emma from him and tucked her in, kissing her forehead before you and Harry exchanged places so you could kiss Ella and he could kiss Emma.

You wrapped your arm around Harry’s torso as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, turning off the light but turning on their fairy lights as well before you walked out of the room and into your own.

You plopped on your bed on your back and started moving your limbs, making a snow angel and messing the sheets. “I don’t want to sleep.” You giggled.

Harry laughed before approaching you. “Let’s unleash,” He said in a deeper voice with a funny face,

“No!” You squealed.

“The beast!” Harry finished before tackling you on the bed, burying his head in your neck to blow raspberries, making you giggle and squirm.

“Stop!” You laughed.

Harry grinned, leaning down to kiss your lips as you wrapped your legs around his waist. “Thank you.”

“What for?” You smiled, playing with his hair.

“For everything; giving me a family, a home and just,” He paused, “Being there through it all, sticking with me. So thank you.”

“Thank you for being the most amazing husband and dad anyone could ever ask for. I love you, you know that?” You replied, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I might have a clue actually, yeah.” He teased before leaning down once more to put his lips on yours.


You woke up before Harry, kissing his cheek as he slept before putting on your undergarments and wearing your red robe. You smiled to yourself when you heard your kids’ cheerful voice, walking outside the room and down to the living room where the 3 sat, playing legos on the floor together and building a castle.

“Good morning, munchkins.” You greeted them.

“Mummy!” They all cheered before they ran towards you, hugging your legs.

“Why didn’t you wake me up? You need to have breakfast.” You said, walking to the kitchen and having them follow you before sitting in their places.

“Tommy said we should let you and daddy sleep because sleep is healthy and makes you strong!” Emma said.

“Am I a good boy, mummy?” Tommy asked excitedly.

“The best.” You smiled, pecking his cheek. “Why don’t you help you make daddy breakfast so we can give him breakfast in bed? You know how tired he’s been in the studio with uncle Jeff.”

They gasped, “We’ll cook?!”

“Really, mummy?!”

“Woah! I’m going to tell Mason when I see him!”

And then began the fun of cooking breakfast for your sleeping husband and also feeding the children.
After about 40 minutes, you had a tray of pancakes, omelette, fresh berries and orange juice. You walked carefully behind your rushing kids, Tommy opening the door for you before joining his sisters in jumping on their dad to wake him up.

“Daddy, wake up! Wake up, daddy!”

Harry groaned, “Five minutes.”

“But daddy, we helped mummy make you breakfast.” Ella said. At this, Harry’s eyes fluttered open, smiling when he looked at his kids before sitting up, his eyes catching yours.

“Make room, little ones.” You said as you carefully approached them before putting the tray on Harry’s lap.

Harry looked at the food before looking back at you, “You didn’t have to, baby.” Harry said in awe.

“We wanted to. We thought you deserved that, didn’t we?” You asked your kids.


“Woah! You helped mummy cook all this?” Harry asked in an exaggerated amused tone.

“We did! Do you like it?” Ella asked, sitting in between her sibling in front of Harry.

You sat beside him, smiling when he pecked your temple.

“I love it. But you’re all eating with daddy.” Harry pointed out.

And so, Harry started to feed all of you, refusing to not personally feed any of you. He’d pop berries in the twins’ mouths — their favorite — ,feed Tommy bits of his omelette and cut you pieces of his pancakes, only eating when you all had your mouths full.

“How about we go out today? Aquarium?” Harry grinned.

The kids gasped before they jumped off the bed, “I’m going to get ready!” Tommy shouted, running to the door and rushing out of it.

“Me too!”

“Me too!”

Leaving you and Harry alone. You smiled, looking at him. “Are you not tired?”

“Never for you.” Harry smiled, leaning to kiss you.

Just as your lips were about to touch, you were interrupted with a gentle knock. You and Harry looked towards the door, finding Ella with a sheepish look and her hands behind her back.

“Daddy, can you make my hair? I can’t do it alone.” She asked shyly.

Harry smiled and nodded, “Of course, baby. Mummy will help you get dressed first then I’ll come, yeah?”

“Best mummy and daddy ever!” She giggled before running off.

this went straight to my heart. honestly. also, sorry for the long wait, love & thank you!!! xx

It’s Solomons now.

Alfie x reader Shelby!Sibling

Request: Hey could I request an Alfie Solomons imagine where you’re a Shelby and it’s your wedding day to alfie and could you include some drama about trouble with your family on the day or something please ?😍😍

“Tommy, I hope you know I’m gonna marry her.”

“Not a fucking chance Solomons, over my dead bloody body.”

“We will see.”

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Word count: 2365 (how did I write that much holy fuck)

Pairing: Michael Gray x Reader

Warning: so much smut (18+ please guys), dirty talk, oral (female receiving), lots of cursing.

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“You fuckin’ bastard!” You screamed at your boyfriend, Michael. You had just found out that he had slept with another girl. “Get the fuck out of my flat, now.”
“(Y/N), please. I was drunk, it was a mistake. It meant nothing.” Michael begged.

“I trusted you, Michael. You fuckin’ betrayed me. Get out.” You yelled. Michael had no choice but to take the bag you thrust at him as he was forced out the door.

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History | Tommy Shelby

Some of you are going to hate this. Michael is the reader’s husband but there’s a secret history unfolding…

Marriage was a union you hadn’t taken lightly. It had been a happy affair but even then, when you’d stood at the altar and spoke words of promise, there was a heavy cloud that shadowed the day. Taking the name of a Blinder was writing your own death sentence. You knew you’d have a target on your back but what you didn’t realise, was that those aiming for it would be from within.

Lately, it seemed that all you and Michael did was argue. Over work, over family and over his gradual addiction to snow. He professed his own reasons for it but you had one of your own; Tommy.

“Sometimes I wonder if he asked you to jump, you’d ask how high.” You snapped back with your hands still submerged in the suds that filled the sink.

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Back to the Future

“Holy shit, that was the best goddamn movie I’ve ever seen in my life.”

Dustin burst through the doors of The Hawk movie theater, his excitement preceding him.

“Hey man,” Steve lowered his voice, “what’d we say about language in public? There’s little kids here. Littler than you.” Steve walked closely behind Dustin, followed by an equally-ecstatic Lucas, Max, Will, Mike, and El. 

“You know what, Steve. I’m not sorry. Back to the Future is hands-down, one hundred percent, absolutely the best goddamn movie I’ve ever seen.”

“You said that about Ghostbusters last year,” Lucas retorted, now leading the group as they started down the street. 

“Are you saying you didn’t like Back to the Future? Is that what you’re saying right now? Lucas, is that what you-”

“No, that is not what I’m saying. I’m saying that when we went to see Ghostbusters last year, and as we left this very movie theater, you said ‘Holy shit, that was the best goddamn movie I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“Language!” Steve interjected, wearing a small grin.

Ignoring Steve, Lucas went on, “It’s just the facts!”

“How do you know that’s exactly what I said, Lucas? Did you have a tape recorder, huh?”

“I did not. But it’s wha-”

“Alright, alright. Enough, guys!” Max shouted playfully, “You two argue like an old married couple.” Max threw the board under her arm down on the ground and skated leisurely ahead of the rest.

Mike, El, and Will strolled behind the others, smiling in quiet amusement at their bickering friends. 

The sun was setting on another July evening in downtown Hawkins, casting the peaceful streets in a warm orange glow. El relished in the feeling of sunshine on her face, the light breeze that played through her hair, Mike’s hand in her own. 

She had gone too long without all of these lovely, simple things. 

El had begged Hopper for weeks to let her see Back to the Future with her friends. “It’s not safe yet,” he would say. “A few more months,” he would explain, “You already got the Snow Ball.” Every day she would ask, and every day he would say no.

But finally, Hopper broke down. Maybe El had just beaten him down enough with her incessant pleas, or maybe it was because, ultimately, all he wanted was for her to be happy. All he really wanted was for her to have a normal life,  be a normal teenager. And so he had one simple condition: “Just no using your powers, okay?”

El took no issue with Hopper’s request. Why would she need to use her powers on a day like this? 


As El walked, she took in all of the casual wonders of life outside of her little cabin. Windows lined with bright flower boxes, the way the sunlight made the cars glisten, the smell of buttery popcorn wafting from the theater. As she savored her surroundings, she noticed something peculiar amongst it all. Something disruptive. Across the street was a group of six or so older teenagers, gathered around a parked car in an otherwise empty lot. They spoke loudly and blared music from a radio, while clouds of smoke plumed around them.

“Mike, what are they doing?” El asked quietly. 

Mike turned to examine the rowdy group. Something about them looked familiar, but he couldn’t place it. “I don’t know. Hanging out I guess.” He paused and thought for a moment before asking, “Steve, do you know those idiots?” 

The grin faded quickly from Steve’s face as he looked towards the commotion. Steve did know those idiots. They were Tommy and Carol and all of his other ex-friends. Doing things he used to do. 

Steve hesitated, “N-no. No, I don’t know them. Just some assholes. Assholes I don’t know,” Steve averted his gaze, lowering his head as he increased his speed. “Let’s go home, guys. It’s getting late.”

“Aw, Steve, you said we’d get ice cream,” Will spoke, his tone reflecting his disappointment.

“Yeah, El hasn’t had any ice cream yet this summer!” Mike added. 

Steve fumbled with his words, “D-Dustin you’ve got ice cream at your house, right? We can go there. Let’s just…Let’s just get outta here.” He hurried ahead, walking quickly now in the direction of his car.

El noticed Tommy and Carol walking towards the group, smirking menacingly. “I think Steve does know those assholes,” she muttered.

It was too late for Steve to try to escape. Tommy and Carol had spotted him. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t the Babysitter’s Club?” Tommy mocked.

“Are these your friends now, Stevie?” Carol chirped.

Steve ignored them, grumbling a small “Come on guys, let’s go,” to the group. 

“Excuse you, my girlfriend asked a question. She wanted to know if these little nerds are your friends now.” Tommy’s tone was even more vicious than before. 

“S-Steve who are these peop-” Will stammered.

“Let’s just go, I-I’ll explain later.” Steve tried without success to move the kids ahead.

“Explain what, Harrington? That you’re a loser who hangs out with second graders now?” Tommy pushed Steve’s back teasingly.

“Hey, for your information, we’re teenagers, okay?” Dustin stopped and turned towards Tommy and Carol. The others stopped too, no longer able to ignore the pair.

“Yeah, most of us are fourteen now!” Lucas added.

“We’re gonna be Freshmen this year, so you better back off.” Max stepped toward them, her skateboard held up to her body like a shield. 

Tommy’s eyes narrowed. “Shut up, nerds, nobody asked you,” he spat viciously. 

“Hey!” Steve stepped forward, his posture tensed. He pointed a finger threateningly at Tommy, his voice lowering, “Don’t you dare speak to them like that, you hear me?”

“Or else what, Harrington? You gonna bludgeon me to death with your diaper bag?” Tommy laughed and shuffled toward Steve. Carol stood close behind him, grinning wildly between loud pops of her bubble gum. 

Behind the rest stood El, her fists balled partly in rage and partly in frustration, her gaze turned down slightly. Hopper’s words circled through her head: Just no using your powers, okay? Suddenly, his simple request became a challenge to obey. 

Steve stepped even closer to Tommy, “I said. Stop.” 

“What are you gonna do, Harrington?”

Behind Steve, the group stood frozen. The threat of an imminent fight loomed, the peace of a perfect afternoon ruined. Steve turned towards the kids quickly, “You guys get out of here. I’ll handle this.” 

Taking only a small step backwards, the group exchanged silent, knowing glances with each other. No, they wouldn’t be going anywhere. 

Steve rolled up his sleeves and raised his fists slowly, while Tommy placed his right foot back and lifted his arms. They paused, poised like this for more than a moment, waiting for the other to throw the first punch. El’s fists balled tighter as Hopper’s words raced through her mind. Steve’s driving heartbeat pounded in his ears. All was quiet except the now-eerie, distant sound of music playing from the lot across the street. 

That, and a sudden, roaring battle cry from Dustin. 

Dustin lurched forward from the group towards Tommy. Using all the force he could muster, he slammed his body into Tommy’s, attempting to push him away from Steve. After a brief moment, Max, Mike, and Lucas joined in the effort, followed by a hesitant but ultimately ungrudging Will and Eleven.  

Exclamations of “Step off, douchebag!” and “Son-of-a-bitch!” and “You don’t mess with us!” were heard from an otherwise indistinguishable cacophony of yells and curses. 

“Guys! Guys! Stop it!” Steve shouted as he tried, but ultimately failed, to pull the kids away. 

“What the hell!” Carol shrieked as she watched from the side. 

Tommy writhed and grunted, attempting to push the kids away. Eventually, after much effort, he was able to pull himself out. He side-stepped and shuffled away, wearing an expression of confusion. 

“Bunch of freaks,” Tommy muttered, glancing backward at the group briefly before jogging down the street, Carol close behind him. 

“Now you can go back to your friends and tell them you got beat up by a bunch of second graders!” Max yelled in the direction of Tommy. Her words were echoed by a round of shouts in agreement from the group, who watched as Tommy and Carol retreated. 

When the couple was out of sight, Steve turned to the kids. “What the hell was that?” 

“You clearly didn’t want to kick his ass. So we did it for you.” Dustin shrugged his shoulders as he spoke matter-of-factly. The others nodded slowly, agreeing to Dustin’s account. 

“I-I, told you guys to let me handle it.” 

Lucas gave a friendly pat on Steve’s back as he began to walk down the street again as if nothing had just happened, “It’s alright, Steve. We won’t tell anyone that you need a bunch of kids to protect you.” The others giggled and joined Lucas. 

As the group walked ahead, Steve stayed still for a moment, shaking his head in disbelief. Protect me? Protect me? Psh, I don’t need them to protect me. I can protect myself. I just didn’t want to throw the first pun-

“Steve! Can we get ice cream now?” Mike shouted from halfway down the block, interrupting Steve’s internal dialogue. 

No, he didn’t need them to protect him. Or at least that’s what he told himself. But it was good to have a group who always had his back. And, whether he could admit it to himself or not, that was something Steve’s never really had before. 

Steve resigned any effort to argue this further. He relaxed his shoulders with a sigh and smiled, “Alright, alright. We’ll get ice cream.”

Three Little Words

“Meet my family” Those three small words had thrown your mind into a tizzy, their implications huge, knowing how much Tommy valued his family and their privacy. You sat nervously in the back of the car, fussing with the hem of your dress, a light chiffon day dress, perfect for the informal picnic that Ada had no doubt planned for the group. Your mind continued to race, thinking back to the moment he’d said those three words, his crystalline eyes showing a speck of vulnerability, a chink in his armour, the crack in his ever composed exterior. This was it, this was his way of saying I love you without uttering those three impossibly heavy words.

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Friends Tommy Shelby x Reader Request

Hey everyone, If anyones listening… I really loved this request. I keep on saying I’ll have it done by Sunday and then I finish it earlier!  I have a couple more request I’ll finish up hopefully over Thanksgiving break! Please request things!!!

Request: Would you be able to do a Tommy Shelby x reader best friends one like they always work together, fight together, plan together. For the sake of Tommy she attempts to get on with Grace, but as soon as Tommy is away Grace becomes spiteful. Maybe Tommy walks in and sees this.

Warning: A bit of swearing Also I have nothing against Grace at all. She’s lovely!

“Are you out of your mind, Tommy?!” You whisper yelled. You and Tommy were standing in the corner of the church Polly had brought you to. For some reason, on occasion Polly made the two of you come and sit. You both thought it was Polly’s way of saying you both were devils and needed help, but it never seemed to work. Tommy had just begrudgingly told you of the case of guns that his men accidentally found. 

“Why haven’t you bloody dumped them, Tom?!” You scolded. Tommy sighed and not wanting to face the wrath that was prominent on your face he looked up.
You scoffed noticing his undesired want for eye contact, “ God won’t help you now.”
“Charlie won’t move them until the full moons passed, that’s in three days. Then we’ll chuck them, Okay?” Tommy responded after a full minute of ignoring your furious stare.
“You do realize there’s an inspector coming to Birmingham right now to weed all the bad apples out don’t you? ” Tommy started to speak, but you continued over him. “And yes it may be a bloody coincidence but its a bloody scary coincidence. And Tom,” Tommy sighed and turned his head even farther away from you trying to ignore your words but you weren’t going to have that. So, you reached out and took his chin in your hand and turned it to face you.
“If that officer finds you with the case of guns, you can forget about the bloody Peaky Blinders coming up in the world, do understand that?”
You let go of his chin and sighed. You looked away from Tommys piercing cool breezy blue eyes and instead examined the people sitting in the church. You felt Tommy turn your chin so you were facing him just like you had done.
“Look (y/n), It’ll be alright. I can take care of myself, It’s you who I’m worried about.”
You narrowed your eyes about to make a snarky comeback when Polly brushed past both of you saying, “Oh, come on both of you, enough with the lovebirds, Gods watching for god sake.”
Tommy immediately let go of your chin and quickly followed Polly out of the church door. Leaving you standing there with a hint of red on your cheeks. You and Tommy grew up together in Birmingham. While all the other children were afraid of the Shelbys’ because of there ties to gypsies you found it fascinating. Your parents had scolded you numerous times for running off to the caravans and having your fortune told.  And after the first couple times the Shelbys saw you around they welcomed you into the family with open arms.
You were a girlfriend to Ada, a helper to Polly, a laugh for John and Arthur and for Tommy you were a partner.
You both had been adventurous teenagers, constantly running about, sneaking out at night, and plotting together.
But soon, as all things must end your safe haven in Birmingham did as well. You both had gone off to the war. Tommy was drafted as was your father. You soon realized you were doing nothing good just worrying in Birmingham so you volunteered as a nurse and away you went. The things you saw out on the battlefield were horrifying. Dragging half-dead men across the field trying to get them to safety.  Bowing your head in shame and sadness after another soldier didn’t make it through the night. Gritting your teeth as you heard the screams of pain from the soldiers you were stitching up.
You and Tommy both returned to Birmingham damaged physically and mentally but relived the other made it. You both acknowledged that the other would never be the same but for some reason, neither of you minded. As soon as you heard of Tommy’s plan to start a business you started to help immediately.
You quickly snapped out of your daydream to quickly follow Tommy and Polly out the door. As you left the church you were met with a rather aggressive blast of wind causing you to shiver.  Polly was grumbling something that sounded along the lines of, “I brought you both here to pray, bloody pray. And what do you do? Get into a bloody spat!”
You and Tommy chuckled as you heard Polly mumbling to herself.
“It not our fault, Pol. We never asked for God.” Tommy said with a smirk on his face. You giggled at the sight of Polly’s frustrated face.
“I can’t deal with you two pests. I’m going to the market to get something for dinner.” And with a shake of her head, she left the two of you standing there on the front steps of the church.
Tommy turned to you with a smile and a cigarette hanging from his lips. He offered you his arm and you gladly took it. And the two of you walked together in comfortable silence.
Weeks went by and the inspector was getting more and more bothersome. Tommy had done his best at challenging him but he had other things to deal with, like Kimber.
The two of you were sitting in the betting shops office deep in thought.
“You best be careful Tom.” You warned quietly. He nodded solemnly.
“Kimbers a slimy man. You may be working for him today, but tomorrow you may be his new enemy.” You continued on. Tommy and you had been plotting since this afternoon on how to make sure Kimber doesn’t take advantage of the Peaky Blinders.
You stood up from your sit grabbed the cigarette dangling from Tommy’s lips and took a long drag. He looked up at you with his dolphin blue eyes, that now had a hint of fondness swimming in them.
“Hows Grace?” You asked.
Tommy immediately looked away from you.
“She’s uh, she’s doing alright. ” He looked up at you from his seat. “How are you doing?”
“Are you both happy?” You said exhaling a cloud of smoke.
“I am. We are. ” He replied simply.
You gave him a small smile. “Then I’m happy.” You whispered. You ignored the cracking of your heart at his words.  Over the entirety of your life with Tommy, you had grown quite fond of the man.  You might go as far as saying you love him. There was something about him. He radiated power and violence but deep down you knew he would never hurt a thing if he had a choice.  
“My God! When did it get so cold?” You yelled. Tommy chuckled at your outburst. You both had called it quits when the clock showed 1 A.M.
“I’ll walk you home.” Tommy offered while placing an arm around your shoulders. You both walked silently through the ghostly Birmingham streets. You both heard the faint drunken yells of men happily celebrating another day.
You looked to your left and saw a mesmerizing view of Birmingham’s docks and factories. You stopped walking and just stared at the scene before you. The fire was blazing every couple minutes. Men yelling for more coal. The wisps of smoke waltzing in the air made you smile into the night. The water looked like glass reflecting the moon perfectly.
Tommy offered you a cigarette which you gratefully took. The two of you stood there smoking and watching. Unbeknownst to you, Tommy was watching you.
The way your silhouette sparkled in the moonlight was captivating. The way the smoke dripped from your mouth just added to your allure. An allure Tommy was having a hard time resisting.
You sighed. “Beautiful isn’t it?”
Tommy pulled his eyes away from you to rest them on the bustling factories.
“I don’t know, I’ve seen a lot prettier.”
You chuckled looking down. “You would say that. But look its Birmingham’s heart. Look at the way the furnaces blaze every couple minutes. It’s her heart beating. Fighting to stay alive.”  
You both fell silent watching until you both grew too tired to stand upright and trundled on home.
The next morning you made your way to the Garrison hoping to see Ada there so you could chat a bit. You took a seat at the bar to find Grace on duty as the bartender.
“Morning Grace, you look lovely.” You said with a cheerful smile.
She looked at you like a marble statue, “What can I get you?”
You were taken aback by her cold shoulder but you recovered quickly from her rather brisk response, “I’m fine right now, thanks. I’m just waiting to meet Ada.”
Grace gave you a stiff nod and continued to serve other customers.
You didn’t hate Grace but you didn’t love her either. You constantly tried to spark a conversation or even a short chat with her but she would never cooperate. Sometimes she would have a snide remark about your clothing or she would adamantly disagree with you on something.  You didn’t know why she was so rude. You had no idea where you went wrong. But for the sake of a Tommy, you tried to get on.
“She hates me, Ada! And I don’t know what to do about it!” You vented.
“Why don’t you do all of us a favor and remove the rod that’s stuck up her a-” You coughed loudly as to alert Ada that you weren’t the only ones present at the market.
“I can’t do that. Tommy and Grace are together. If I start something with her That would most likely stop me and Tommy’s friendship” You explained.
“Look (y/n), Grace doesn’t like anyone its part of her charming personality. She’ll get off her high horse soon.” Ada responded while examining a melon. “Does this melon look a bit brown to you?”
The Garrison was closing down the crowds of drunken men had stumbled home leaving the Shelbys, you, and Grace. John was the first  to go, he slurred something that resembled,
“Hav tu go put em kids ta bedsh.”
Then Arthur stumbled on home and soon Polly and Ada followed suit leaving just you, Grace and Tommy.
Not wanting to be a third wheel you began to head out.
“Night Tom, Grace.” You said with a smile as you pulled on your coat.  
Tommy stood up, “I’ll walk you home. It’s late.”
You shook your head. “Really, its fine you two have fun.” Tommy looked a bit worried leaving you alone to walk home.
“No, I think I should, a lot of drunkards out tonight. Let me get my coat.” You continued your protests until he left the room to fetch his jacket, leaving you alone with Grace.
“I’m really sorry. I’ll leave now so you guys can continue your evening.” You offered with a smile.
“I can see right through you.” Were the first couple words Grace said to you.
“Pardon?” You said in confusion.
“I know you’re trying to steal him from me. But guess what?” Grace stood up from her chair and crossed the room towards you. You took a step back afraid of what she was going to do.
“Tommy would never like someone like you. Look at your clothes, your hair, your smile, your nothing but a damaged nurse from the war with no parents.”
Silenced pierced the room like a dagger. Your mouth hung open in shock. But soon the shock transformed into sadness. Tears filled your eyes and soon they overflowed and they trickled down your cheeks.
“Why? I don’t understand? Why are you so mean?” You struggled to form any kind of sentence. You heard Tommy re-enter the room only to stop when he saw the situation.
“(y/n)?” Was the only word you heard from him before you turned and hurried out of the Garrison and through the ashy streets.
You soon saw your familiar street name, thank god you were almost home! You ran up to your door and fumbled with your keys for a few seconds. Your hands were shaking from the adrenaline of running and the raw emotion coursing through your veins.
You finally opened your door and slammed it shut. You slid down until you were sitting on the ground and your back was leaning against the door. Only then did you truly let the emotion inside of you free.
You didn’t know how long you were crying but eventually, you had no tears left in you. And that left you with nothing else but the words Grace had said to you.
She was right. You were just a damaged nurse from the war with no parents. Why would Tommy want someone so damaged? Who were you to even like someone like Tommy? Someone so beautiful and smart. You would never deserve a man like him. You were a fool to even consider it.
You jumped at the sound of banging coming from the door behind you. Slowly you stood up and unlocked the door but not the chain only allowing a few inches to look through. You weren’t entirely surprised to find Thomas Shelby on your doorstep.
He looked angry, disheveled, and tired, but mostly angry.
You sighed. “I’m really tired right now Tommy, can we talk in the morning?” You asked you voice a bit horse form all the crying.
“No, We are going to talk about what the fuck happened back there.” He demanded with a voice that was as sharp as a broken piece of glass.
“Nothing happened back there Tommy.” You began to close the door when his hand slapped against it preventing you from moving it.
His anger transformed into hope and he looked at you pleadingly, “Please, lets talk, I want to talk.”
You internally debated for a couple of seconds but soon you were unlatching the chain and standing aside to let him in.  You thought he would go through to the drawing room but when you turned around he was right in front of you.
“How long?” He demanded quietly.
You looked everywhere but him, “What do you mean?” It was a feebel attempt at buying yourself some time and it didn’t work.
“How fucking long has she been insulting you!?” He yelled. Making you jump a bit. You had seen Tommy yell many times but you were never in front of him only beside him. And you couldn’t believe how scary he was.
He seemed to realize he shocked you. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I just, I’m angry. How long?”
“Over a couple months now.” You said looking at the floor.
“What has she said to you?” He took a step closer to you.
“Nothing that bad until tonight. She has never really liked me, always challenging me, sometimes insulting my outfit. But tonight…” You trailed off.
“What about tonight (y/n)?” Tommy asked in a low voice,
“She just really insulted me directly. Accused me of trying to steal you. Saying I was damaged.” You finally looked at him.
“Look, Tommy, It’s fine I-” You were cut off by Tommy’s loud voice.
“No, (y/n) It’s not fine. You are my best friend, you-you are everything, your funny, caring beautiful, and- you should have told me and I’m, I’m so sorry.” The last couple words he said turned to a hoarse whisper.  This was the most emotion you had seen from Tommy in awhile.
“I left her.”
Tommy stepped even closer to you, you weren’t sure if it was even possible. He caressed your face rubbing away the traces of the tears you once had shed.
“I never loved her.” He whispered.
“I took her because I thought I could never have you. I thought I would be able to play along and watch you meet someone and be happy with someone else but I was breaking day after day.”
He caressed your cheek and gently ghosted his fingertips over your lips.
“I love you.”
You looked at him. “I love you,” you whispered.
He slowly moved even closer until your lips were mere centimeters apart.
“May I?” He asked quietly.
To answer him you slowly closed the gap between the two of you. It was lovely. The way his warm lips enveloped yours was mesmerizing. The both of you moved in perfect synch.  After a few minutes of pure bliss, the two of you reluctantly pulled apart and looked at each other not saying a word, both just so captivated by the others beauty.


Walking into your kitchen you found Tommy waiting with a cup of tea for you, his own sat on the table disregarded as usual. You went to retrieve it from him and pecked his lips before allowing the warm drink to slip down your throat. The morning stiffness of your body loosened as the tea heated you up.

“You sure you want to come in this early?” Tommy asked in an accent the early hours managed to make even thicker.

Your husband had woken you as he got up, he wanted to get in early and since you were awake you decided to join him.

“Yeah it’s fine, I’ll get some of the books sorted, Arthur’s been making even more mistakes than usual.”

Tommy chuckled as he pulled on his black coat, afterwards holding out yours for you to drape yourself in. He lit up a cigarette with the golden morning light painting his face - you didn’t even mind his smug expression when he caught you staring. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and the pair of you headed out into the crisp air of Small Heath.

Having moved into a home only a few houses down from the betting shop your commute was mercifully short. From that short distance you suddenly saw a figure tumble out of the door to the betting shop. Confused, the pair of you sped up, the realisation dawning on you simultaneously as Finn’s head popped out and kissed the person you now saw to be a young girl.

From your own days of sneaking around as teenagers you were more than familiar with the ‘get-out-the-house-before-Polly-wakes-up’ routine. However your empathy with the situation didn’t mean this wasn’t a perfect opportunity to tease the boy you saw as your own little brother.

You and Tommy could hardly contain your laughter as you swanned up to the couple.

“Morning, Finn lad.”

“Good morning, Finn.”

The two of you spoke with sickeningly chirpy tones and uncontrollable grins.

“Oh for fuck sake,” Finn dropped his head and groaned loudly.

“Aren’t you going to introduce us?”

Tommy’s question appeared to terrify the girl, who was looking desperately at Finn. Once she realised he was staying stubbornly silent she collected the courage to answer.

“I-um-I’m Katie.”

“I’m (Y/N),” you spoke in a way you hoped would reassure her somewhat, “this is Finn’s brother Tommy.”

The older Shelby nodded before looking between the couple with a faux naivety and asking, “My brother wasn’t about to let you leave without breakfast was he?”

“I…Well…He…I’m not sure,” the girl stumbled.

“You simply must stay for a cup of tea at least.”

“(Y/N) can you stop him!” Finn pleaded in a desperate voice that almost made you give in.

“It’s just a cuppa, Finn, will give us a chance to get to know this lovely lady.”

“Shall we?” Tommy held out his arm beckoning in poor Katie and yourself.

Finn stood rooted to the spot as the three of you brushed past, on your walk to the kitchen you heard the door shut and more groaning from behind you.

“So,” with you all now sat at the table Tommy placed a cigarette in his mouth and began, “how do you two know each other?”

Looking around you saw Finn with his head in his hands and Katie sat meekly in a chair that seemed to engulf her. Silence lingered for an awkward moment before Finn’s outburst.

“Fine! She’s my girlfriend if you must fucking know.”

The smile that snuck onto your face was involuntary, the way she smiled through her obvious nerves warmed your heart.

“How come we haven’t met?”

“Is that a serious question?”

The resigned look on Finn’s face left Tommy pursing his lips beside you, trying not to laugh. You however couldn’t stop yourself.

“Morning,” John burst through the kitchen door and Finn immediately threw his head down onto the table.

“Who the fuck’s this?”

“John, this is Katie, play nice,” you raised your eyebrows at him in warning.

“Can she please go!” Finn whined.

“Yes,” you looked at Tommy, surprised by his apparent display of mercy, “on one condition. You have to bring her round tonight, she’s got to meet the family Finn, Pol and all.”

“I hate you,” Finn huffed out as he rushed his girlfriend out the door.

After a moment he stomped back in and towards the stairs.

“You’re the worst family ever!” you heard him spit out as he disappeared up to his room.

“We caught him trying to smuggle her out the house,” you told John with a smirk.

“Ha! Get in Finn lad!” John threw his head back with a laugh.


“What? Oh like you two weren’t far worse at his age, my ears are still fucking scarred.”

The newspaper you threw at him was a narrow miss. Tommy seemed to be uncharacteristically amused and chuckled when you asked if he planned on defending you.

“Not like he’s wrong is it, love?”

You smacked his arm and he only smiled back.

“Well I’m going to check on Finn, the poor sod.”

As you reached the stairs you called back, “Remember she’s coming round later, tell Arthur not to get too drunk.”

“Finn,” silence, “Finn Shelby stop your sulking.”

“Fuck off.”

“Oi watch it!”

“Just leave me alone,” he huffed and rolled to face away from you, “or do you wanna embarrass me some more?”

You sighed as you sat tentatively on the edge of the bed.

“It was just teasing, Finn, it’s tradition. I’m bloody married to Tom and I still get teased by John and Arthur.”

“What if you’ve scared her off?”

Hearing the boy talk this way about a girl was unprecedented and your heart broke a little.

“Not a chance, if she puts up with you she can handle a couple more Shelbys, ay?”

You felt him shove you and so elbowed him back before standing up, dragging him with you.

“C’mon, you gotta get ready for this family meeting remember. Polly’s opinion is final.”

Laughter spilled out of you as he fell back onto his bed with a sob.

Not a request but I really wanted to write some Finn! (gif by @cillianmurphy)

The Surprise

Note: Tommy gives you, his fiancé, an early wedding surprise.

Requested by: Anon.

Originally posted by ohfuckyeahcillianmurphy

“Where the bloody hell are you taking us, Tommy?” You muttered as you crossed your arms.

“It’s a surprise, Y/N– and I won’t tell you that again,” he added for good measure.

“Is this a kidnapping? Have you kidnapped me Tom?”

He chuckled at that, keeping his eyes focused on the road, “I don’t think it counts as kidnapping if you’ve come willingly, love.”

“Well I didn’t know you were going to blindfold me, did I?” You huffed, adjusting the cloth covering your eyes slightly to make it more comfortable.

“It’s alright, we’re nearly there.”

“Nearly where?”

Tommy shook his head in amusement, “Remind me never to surprise you when we’re married, Y/N.”

“I like surprises,” you countered, “I just don’t like the… you know, the not knowing part.”

“Well,” Tommy started as you felt the road shift to gravel, “It’s a good thing we’re here then.”

The car came to a stop and you immediately took your blindfold off, relieved it was no longer impairing your vision.

Tommy noticed and frowned, “Y/N, you were supposed to wait–”

“Oh. My. God,” your eyes widened at the stately home before you. You quickly furrowed your eyebrows, “Have you brought me on some sort of burglary mission, Thomas Shelby?”

There was something endearing about when you called Tommy by his full name, so he smiled slightly, shaking his head, “It’s not a burglary if you own the place.”

You shifted back in your seat, completely lost for words. Was he serious? “I–I… Why… I mean, don’t you– what?”

“Thought you’d say that,” Tommy said before getting out of the car. You watched as he trailed over to your door, where you sat still half in shock.

When Tommy opened your door, you climbed out quickly and held on to your fiancé.

“Tommy… what do you mean… y-you own the place?”

He studied your face carefully before swiftly slinging his arm through yours, “Well I don’t own it–”

“Then what are we doing here?” You knew Tommy wouldn’t have just bought a home so far from Small Heath.

“If you’d’ve let me finish,” Tommy said pointedly, but you could tell he wasn’t angry, “I was going to say, it’s not my house, it’s yours.”

“What.” It didn’t even sound like a question.

“This home, it’s been bought by a Mrs. Y/N Shelby– well, Y/N L/N for now.”

Normally, you would’ve commented on how you loved the sound of your married name, but you were slightly preoccupied, “You bought me… a palace?”

Tommy smiled at your choice of words, “Consider it an early wedding present.”

“But all I gave you was a new cap!” That seemed to be first thought that sprang to mind.

“You’ve given me so much more than that, sweetheart,” he said, stroking your cheek as he looked at you affectionately.

“Yes but a house Tommy? An actual house? It’s massive,” you gasped, “Oh, this must’ve cost you a fortune.”

“I could’ve bought you a hundred of these houses, Y/N… but I’m not planning on getting locked up before our wedding day,” he remarked casually.

“Still, Tommy. This… this is too kind,” you sighed happily, “I- I don’t even know how to thank you!” You reached up to press your lips to his.

When he pulled away Tommy was grinning “No need to thank me, love. You’ve not even seen the inside of it yet,” he reminded you as he reached for a key in his trouser pocket.

“Oh, this is beautiful,” you said as soon as you entered. It truly was exquisite.

“I’ve already had some of your things moved over… portraits and the like,” he said, gesturing to the walls.

“Are you really planning on leaving Small Heath after the wedding?” You called out to him, already wandering off in awe.

“‘Course I am. It’s no place for a husband to bring his wife home to, Y/N, nor could I stand to raise a family there– our family.”

Tommy found you in one of the home’s many living rooms, admiring the grand piano. He snaked his arms around your waist from behind you and rested his head on your shoulder.

Our family?” You hummed, “Now that’s a thought I could get used to.”

You stayed like that for a moment longer before Tommy quickly pecked your cheek, “Come, you haven’t seen the best room yet.”

As if your mouth couldn’t get any lower to the floor, your jaw dropped again as you stepped inside the room Tommy had led you to.

Books adorned every inch of the walls, there was even a ladder to access the ones that were too high for you reach– that’s how many there were. In the middle of the room was a large reading chair and matching ottoman, the centre of the leather was embroidered with your initials, well, you’re soon-to-be initials anyway.

“Y/N Shelby…,” Tommy said as he saw you looking towards it, “What do you think?”

“It’s– gorgeous… I’ve always wanted my own library,” you almost laughed at how amazed you sounded.

“I know you have,” He smiled, “Had this made especially,” he said as he pointed to the shelves.

“I can’t believe you did this all for me,“ your eyes were beginning to well up at the thought of Tommy spending so much time to have this room made for you.

He stepped towards you, quickly wiping away a tear that had fallen down your cheek, “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”

“Oh Tommy,” you sniffled at his words, “But all this? The library, this home? It’s too much to give to me!”

“Nonsense,” Tommy consoled you, gently placing his hands on your cheeks, “It brings me great comfort knowing it’s in your name. I wouldn’t want you to have to rely on a soul if anything were to happen to me.”

“Oh now, don’t say things like that, Thomas. You’re not going anywhere.”

“Hmm, believe me, love, I’m planning on spoiling you for a very long time,” he said softly before pressing his lips to yours.

Don’t Keep Me Waiting!

Originally posted by bonniebird

Warning(s):Smut, Oral Sex, and Vaginal Sex.

Note:I hope you guys enjoy the story! It can be found on my Ao3!

Requested by Anon “ Tommy seems like he’d love to have sex in (semi) public areas. My request is to always write them having public sex with someones walking in on them. And my thoughts maybe similar so you could write one or the other, or, well, maybe both into one story. Someone just walks in on Reader giving Tommy oral while the couple were in his office, sex could actually be added too. Or Tommy and Reader have sex in the pub after hours when someone walks in to see them on top of the counter or against table? “

You walk towards Tommy’s office, saying hello to those you know as you pass by. Tommy wanted you to go drop something off to Polly, and told you to come and see him after you finished. You had gotten distracted talking to Polly about some things and completely forgot about having to talk with Tommy. Once you had seen the time, you apologized to Polly before rushing out the door and heading back.

Knocking on Tommy’s office door, you wait for him to call you in. His voice came through the door and you twist the doorknob and push it open. Tommy looks up at his papers, once he realizes that it is you he leans back in his seat. Closing the door, you walk towards one of the chairs in front of the desk. As you go to sit down, Thomas speaks up.

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for @capseycartwright because she did her revision and i promised her tommy and robert interactions :)

Aaron’s waiting for Robert in the pub, nursing a beer as his mum serves a party of four giggling women. There’s a headache blossoming in the back of Aaron’s head, but he’s able to ignore it, confident that Robert will arrive soon. He’ll have a smug smile from a deal well done, no doubt, but more importantly, he’ll have a key to their house. Aaron’s sure he picked his up that morning, but apparently not. 

Scowling into his beer, Aaron huffs out a sigh. 

“Alright love?” Aaron’s mum asks, raising her eyebrow. 

“Fine,” Aaron mutters. 

His mum snorts, pats his hand, but is distracted by the sound of the door opening. Aaron looks back over his shoulder, sees a guy in his late forties at least, standing awkwardly in the doorway. He’s wearing a simple sweater and jeans, light, like he wasn’t expecting the wind. Weird, considering this is Yorkshire. 

“What can I do you for, love?” Aaron’s mum asks, leaning against the bar. 

The guy approaches the bar, stands next to Aaron. “I’m looking for someone.”

The guy’s accent is more Scottish than Yorkshire, and there’s a hint of something else in there that Aaron can’t place.

“Lot of people in ‘ere,” Chas says, gesturing at the punters. 

The guy makes a face, and Aaron’s hackles rise. He keeps his mouth shut; he’s getting better at not letting his anger run wild. “I don’t even know if he lives here anymore, but I thought it was worth a try. He’s a Sugden.”

Chas flicks her gaze to Aaron and Aaron’s grip tightens on his glass. “Andy? Jack?”

There’s a flicker of recognition on the guy’s face at Jack’s name, but he shakes his head. 

Aaron knows, even before the guy says, “Robert.”

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Michael x Reader

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“Michael.” You gasped when you opened the door.

“Hi sweetheart.” He said softly, his voice cracked and horse.

You took in the bruises and the lumps that dusted his jaw and neck, his head was still bleeding. Neither of you moved, unsure what to do or say, the last time you’d seen each other you yelled at him to get out of Tommy’s way before something bad happened.

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