#I fucking LOVE flat caps!!1!1!1!1 can you tell I’m Irish. I’m Irish.

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Basil birthday art wips I’ll never finish for I have run out of time and motivation… proof that the thought was there </3 happy (late) birthday my dear son

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“I’m not letting you walk home alone.” with tommy? Thank youu!!!

Hope you like it!

Trigger Warnings: Angst, Fighting, Swearing, Drinking.

Characters: Thomas Shelby x Reader 

Word Count: 1,662

Summary: Reader gets some bad news and turns to the Garrison for a cure-all. What she encounters there leaves little to be desired until someone with icey blue eyes and a razor blade cap graces her presence. 

Requested by: anon

You walked down the dirty cobblestone street to the Garrison, desperate to drink away the woes of your terrible day. You had just been let go from your secretary job and had rent due in a months time, leading you to consider working in a brothel to make ends meet. You shuddered at the thought as you opened the doors, the smell of alcohol and smoke filling your nose and seeping into your lungs. The cool air from outside nipped at your legs and bare arms as you shrugged off your coat, revealing a ruby red dress. 

As you walked towards the bar, you could feel eyes on you as drunken, horny, older men gawked at you as you went to sit at one of the bar stools. You quickly placed some cash on the bar and ordered three shots of whiskey, the bartender obliging immediately. The glasses gleamed in the amber lighting of the bar, the whiskey pulling you into its trap with one whiff. You knocked back the first and twisted the empty glass around on the table, thinking about the last thing your boss told you.

“We got a new secretary y/n. She has a lot of potential and so we’ve decided to let you go. Your efforts aren’t needed here anymore.” 

You rolled your eyes and knocked back the second, feeling the light brown liquid burn as it went down. After sitting there for a while, you saw a group of men at one of the back tables, they were younger than a lot of the men in there, half of them around your age. They wore peaked caps with razor blades sewn into the front. You smiled lightly as you caught the eye of one of the members, his cold eyes staring into yours like he was in a trance. You quickly looked down at your glass and conversed with the bartender before putting some more cash down for two more shots. You finished your third, and as he slid the others over you felt someone behind you, reeking of whiskey and smoke. 

“How about we go have some fun around back aye?” He said, slurring his speech. You felt the three shots quickly going to your head and you felt your eyes going a bit out of focus. You laughed and tried your best to tell him off.

“I’m not interested. Especially not with you.” You said giving daggers to the man. He chuckled in your face and grabbed your wrist as you downed your fourth shot. 

You slammed the glass down and grabbed his hand hard with your nails digging into his arm. He winced and pulled his arm away rubbing the now red nail marks on his skin.

“Don’t you dare put your hands on me again.” You said loudly, knocking your last shot back and turning to leave the bar with your glass still in your hand. The man with the cold eyes watched as you attempted to get away from the drunk bastard.

When you turned to walk the man grabbed your arm again and tried to pull you back towards him, groping your dress. You stumbled a bit as your balance was quickly going to shit. You did your best to turn around, facing him and his rotten smile. 

“You can’t just walk away looking like that.” He said. 

You couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol or the events of the past 24 hours that had fueled your anger but you took it out on the man who had you in his grasp. Luckily he had your free arm in his hand, so you held the wide shot glass at its base and slammed it on his head, the glass bouncing off his skull in bloodied shards. 

Panting from the effort, you yelled and looked to see most of the bar still going on like nothing happened. 

“I told you not to fucking touch me!” You said before going back towards the restrooms. 

You inspected your hands, they had been cut slightly, the mans head taking the brunt of the blow. You quickly washed them and applied pressure to stop them from bleeding, and taking a hanker chief and wrapping it around the one with the worst cut. When you walked out or more so stumbled out, you were met with the attractive, yet gaunt face of the cold eyed man. 

“Are you okay miss?” He asked, his expression barely changing except for a hint of concern in his voice.

“Do i look fucking okay? I’m getting a drink.” You said and slowly walked past him towards the bar. He followed closely behind you, shoving people out of the way so he had better sight of you. Before you could place more cash on the bar he lightly grabbed your better hand. 

“Don’t, it’s on me.” he said before nodding at the bartender.

“What kind?” He asked.

“Irish.” You and the cold eyed man said in unison. You smiled and looked at him. You could’ve sworn he had a slight smirk playing at his lips. After getting two glasses full, he led you to the table with the other men. 

“Who’s this Tommy?” The older man asked. 

“I don’t know, what is your name love?” He asked taking a drink of his whiskey.

“Y/n...and what is your name? Or well, all of your names actually.”

“I’m Thomas Shelby. that’s Arthur Shelby, John Shelby, and Finn Shelby.” He said pointing as he named them. 

“Alright, nice to meet you then.” You said taking a swig of your drink.

“I saw what ya did back there. I was going to step in but, from the looks of it you took care of it.” He said pointing to your hand then looking over at the man clutching his bloodied head in the corner of the pub.

“Well, the bastard had it coming.” You said sighing.

“That he did.” He said beginning to light a cigarette. He offered you one and you shook your head no. He closed the tin and put it in his pocket and looked at you, his ice blue eyes curiously studying your features.

“What brought you here tonight Y/n?” He asked.

You looked down, feeling your face frown a bit at his question. 

“I um, I got let go at my job today. Wanted to get away from the pain from it for a bit, but that didn’t seem to work so well as you can see.” You said shrugging your shoulders.

“What was your job?” He asked.

“I was a secretary for one of the banks a couple blocks down. It wasn’t the best but it paid the bills...now I’ll have to hit the streets.” You said finishing the rest of your whiskey.

“If you’re my secretary you won’t.” He said looking at you.

“Wait, are you offering me a job Mr. Shelby?” You asked, even in your inebriated state you could tell he was serious. 

“Yep, you can start the day after tomorrow...oh and call me Tommy.” He said blowing smoke away from you and towards his brother John who grimaced and smacked his shoulder.

You smirked. “Thank you Mr.-I mean Tommy. I won’t let you down.” You said touching his shoulder with your better hand. He put his hand over yours and stroked it slightly making your heart jump. When you pulled your hand away you looked at your watch and realized it was 1 in the morning. 

“Well, I should get going, I have to get some things situated at home.” You said and got up, stumbling a bit before Tommy placed his hand on the small of your back, keeping you from falling over. 

“I’m not letting you walk home alone.” He said getting up and standing beside you, his hand snaking around your waist slightly. You tried not to blush as he did so but you caught eyes with Arthur who smirked at the both of you.

“I’ll be back soon, I’m walking her home. Ya see that man over there?” He said pointing to the drunk man who tried to grab you. 

“Cut him a half smile.” He said and John and Arthur got up to do so as Tommy led you the other way to retrieve your coat. 

You both stepped out onto the cold pavement, the streets dark and desolate given a few stragglers wandering around. You wrapped your coat tightly around you and linked your arm with his as he helped you walk. You were growing more unsteady by the minute, so it took a lot longer to get down the street and  down the few blocks to your flat. 

“What business do you have Tommy?” You asked, the cold helping you sober up slightly. 

“I deal with many things, and many people. Bookies, bets, and guns, various things.” He said bluntly. 

You nodded, not quite understanding.

“Have you heard of the Peaky Blinders?” He asked as you both neared your flat.

You thought for a moment and nodded, knowing they were dangerous and had quite the reputation. You always wanted to be like them in a way, able to afford houses, whiskey, dresses, cars, all the things you were never fortunate to have the luxury of owning apart from a couple of nice dresses every once in a while. 

“Does that scare you?” He asked as you walked up the stairs to your flat.

“No.” You said looking up at him as he looked into your eyes searching for any signs of doubt.

“Good.” He said before gently caressing your chin and bringing his lips to yours. You felt your heart race and your face frown slightly at the sudden loss of contact from the short kiss. He pulled away and smiled slightly before tipping his hat to you.

“See you at 9 in the morning, the day after tomorrow y/n.” He said.

“Sounds great Tommy. Goodnight.” You said, smiling as he nodded and walked away, disappearing into the cold foggy night.