#Peaky blinders Drabble

[darlingsfandom]

Heeey, I love your writing💕 can you please write something about Tommy buying a horse for his wife and teach her to ride, and the day ends with her riding Tommy real hard😍

Hi! Thank you 💕 I sure can.

TW: swearing , semi public sex, riding, p in v unprotected and not proofread.

Tommy was always full of surprises sometimes they were good other times they were bad and sometimes you didn’t even ask. It was better that way because you knew of the family business long before you married Tommy.

On the bright side this time was a good surprise. You were sitting out back enjoying your romance book with a glass of lemon water while the cool fall air breezed across your cheeks. It was quiet since Tommy was out , Polly was with Lizzie and shopping and the rest of the family was out doing their own things. It was nice to have the house to yourself. All thoughts in your head flew out the window when you heard Tommy’s voice in the distance.

Quickly you stood up on your feet as Tommy came in the yard with a surprise.

“Tommy! What on earth is that?” You asked closing your book and tossing it on the table.

“It’s a horse darling!” He smiled.

“I see that but what I meant was… why do you have a horse Tommy ?” You walked up to him with caution .

“Well because it’s your horse!” He offered you the rope but you stood in shock.

“You bought me a horse? Really? You’re joking! I don’t know the first thing about owning a horse!” You were in disbelief. The horse was beautiful you had to admit but you just couldn’t wrap your head around the reality of the situation.

“Well that’s why ya got a horse! I’m going to teach you how to care for her and how to ride as well.” Tommy petted the left side of the horses face before extending his hand out for you. You took his hand cautiously before he placed it on the horse.

“You got a female horse to match yours? Because they look the same!” A smile crept on your lips as Tommy smiled at you. It was true, he basically got his and hers horses for the two of you. He wanted you to go on rides with him, enjoy the nature that surrounded the home and beyond. A new hobby the two of you could share together since you didn’t collect guns or whiskey and he didn’t bake bread or the most delicious lemon cookies he’s ever had. This was something the two of you could enjoy.

“She is beautiful.” You whispered while petting her mane .

“Just like you my dear. Soft, elegant … Gorgeous.” Tommy kissed your cheek making you turn red. “Now for today I’ll ride with you on her which we can’t just keep calling her well her! You’re going to have to name ..”.

“Tulip!” You blurted out making Tommy chuckle. Here you were so determined not to like his gift but you had a name already picked out. Tommy nodded in agreement before he helped you up on tulip.

Tulip let out a little neigh which made you jump and Tommy shake his head as a laugh left his mouth. He got you up there with ease before hopping on himself. Tommy sat behind you as close as he could so he could still hold the rope and guide tulip. His chest was pressed into your back and had his arms wrapped around you as best as he could.

“Best of ya grab the rope too, safety and all.” Tommy kissed the back of your head and with the snap of the rope the two of you were off.

The afternoon flew by as Tommy took you for a ride along one of his favorite paths. It was stunning watching it go by and the sun sitting high in the sky. It wasn’t long before the two of you made it home. Tommy jumped off first before helping you down and taking tulip into the barn with his horse. The horses looked at each other and it was an instant connection. Tommy laughed as he watched his horse Butcher give Tulip his charm.

“I think they like each other.” Tommy wrapped his arm around your shoulder as you turned to face him and place your hand on his chest.

“I know two other creatures that like each other.” You arched your eyebrow while dragging your hand down his chest.

“I know that look sweetheart… let me take you back into the house..”

“No!” You pushed him up against the barn doors before smashing your lips into his. His hands grabbed onto your waist and lifted your leg up as the two of you kissed heavily mixing your tongues together. Tommy loved when you got to this level of neediness because it meant that he could do what he wanted whenever wherever ! You were needy after the ride because he had you sitting against her harness that was studded and you were sat upon the stud that rubbed against your clit.

“Needy girl … going to let me fuck you in a barn… although two weeks ago at the pub…” Tommy mumbled to himself as you kissed down his neck. Your hands were busy undoing his pants.

“No, you’re going to let me ride you!” You were in a hurry to get his cock out and who was he to complain.

“Now that you’re already an expert in darling.” Tommy smirked as you pulled his pants down along with his boxers but when you pushed him down into the hay that was a shock. You pulled down your skirt but as you took off your panties Tommy grabbed them from your hands and held them up. “Ooh baby, look at that wet spot! What a naughty girl you are.” He licked the wet spot while looking you the eye making you whine. “What’s the matter honey, do you need my tongue licking you hmm?”

“Tommy please! Fuck!” You had tears in your eyes from how worked up you were.

“Ride me baby and then I’ll lick your pretty cunt.” Tommy snapped his fingers and you were on it. You slowly jerked his semi hard cock before putting the head of his cock against your folds. A small hiss left your lips as you sank down all the way on his cock.

“Oh Tommy!” Your fingers grabbed his shoulders as he helped guide you along his cock.

“That’s a good girl, I know it’s big and no matter how many times I fuck ya ya never seem to get used to it! Magic little pussy ya got baby.” Tommy rubbed your hips as you finally started to ride his cock. It was slow and loving at first. He brushed your hair with his fingers as you rocked your hips back and forth making him let out low groans. Tommy pulled you closer so he could moan into your ear because he knew how much you loved hearing his moans.

The two of you enjoyed the soft yet passionate sex but something inside of you took over. Your grip on his shoulders got tighter before you looked up into his eyes and he could see the desire pooling in them. You lifted up your hips and slammed right back down before moving your hips faster, riding his cock like your life depended on it.

“Fuck yes! That’s my girl! Yes baby don’t stop! Feels so fucking good! Fuck! Ride my cock just like that.” Tommy’s hands smacked your ass cheeks at the same time making you cry in pleasure. Your mouth dropped open letting all your whines spill out . Tommy was in love! Well he’s always been in love with you but this was the lustful love . The way you were riding his cock was the best he’s ever felt, the way you just took charge and used him for your own pleasure that lead to his pleasure was amazing to him. His sweet little housewife that had a sexual hunger that only he could fill was the best feeling. Here you were owning his cock, looking so angelic yet doing something so dirty.

“My cock! Mine” you mumbled as you rode him hard.

“Yes baby! It’s yours! Fuck! Such a dirty girl! Fucking me in public place again” Tommy cupped your face in his hands making you look him in the eye before he stopped you from riding him. You pouted your bottom lip but only for a split second until Tommy took over and fucked his cock up into you as fast as he could. The sound of his heavy balls slapping against your wetness filled the barn making you moan loudly. His hand snaked up to your hair and gave it a hard yank so he could cover your throat in kisses. Your orgasm was on the brink and Tommy knew it so he slowed down before gripping your hips to pull you down his cock . He bounced you nice and hard on his cock that was aching to cum in you.

“Tommy!” You whined loudly as your body started to shake.

“I know baby, it’s okay be good for me yeah? Cum on my cock! Soak my cock… be a good OH !” Tommy was cut short as you clenched his cock cumming hard! The two of you cried out together as your orgasms washed over you. You were shaking in his arms as he held you tightly while filling you up with his cum.

Silence filled the barn as you came down from your high. Tommy rubbed your back lovingly as the two of you relaxed enjoying each others body heat.

“Ya know I meant it earlier honey… you’re already an expert in riding alright and I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Tommy kissed your temple before he slowly helped you back onto your feet to get back to the house so you could carry on like nothing just happened, just a regular afternoon fuck session between a husband and his wife in their barn. Between you and Tommy , it was never a dull day and neither of you would change it .

[look-at-the-soul]

Cia I suddenly got the inspiration for this gif, thank you so much for sending it in! I’ve a few you’ve sent me before that also working on them 🥰✨

Just a protective man

Y/N exhaled frustrated and pushed the heavy door with all her strength, not realizing Tommy was with his brothers. Three pairs of eyes landed on her and the room fell in silence.

“Urgh sorry, didn’t know you were busy.” She apologized feeling embarrassed for storming like that, she could only imagine the look on her face.

“Boys? We’ll see this later thank you.” Tommy urged his brothers to leave. He immediately realized how upset Y/N was.

“Hi, Y/N.” Arthur winked at her.

John eyed her by the corner of his eye. His brother acted like a puppy around her sometimes.

“I’m sorry.” Y/N mumbled.

Taking a cigarette from its case, Tommy placed it between his lips, not even lighting it yet. He could read her so well.

Rolling his eyes subtly while Y/N took a deep breath, Tommy asked her. “What did your Father do this time?”

Only him could make her lose her temper, there was always something. The old man got on Y/N’s nerves all the fucking time, he was useless, asked for money, didn’t work, caused trouble at the slightest provocation and tried to make Y/N’s life miserable blaming her for everything bad that happened in his life.

“Oh Tommy he kicked me out of the house! My house!” Y/N’s voice broke as she said the words out loud.

From all the fights she had had with her father, this had been the worst.

He always blamed her for not cooking right, for not bringing enough money, for not having his clothes clean, for not finding his wallet…

Tommy moved back on his chair to leave room for Y/N to climb on his lap, his arms quickly circling her waist and his chin resting on top of her head. He just wanted to comfort her.

Y/N sighed. “I know he didn’t mean that, he was pissed but that doesn’t give him right to treat me like that.”

“You know he’s not going to change right?”

Tommy stated, but regretted his words right away, she needed his support not him repeating what she already knew.

“Want me to show him a lesson?” He joked then to change the mood.

His words immediately made her chuckle softly, he always told her he’d show her father how to respect her but never did it.

Her energy changed, Tommy felt her body relax against him and when Y/N straightened her back to see him, there was the smile that made his knees go weak.

“You can’t blame me, I’m just a protective man love.”

“You always know what to say.” She thanked him by giving her boyfriend a quick peck on the lips.

But this time around, there was something Tommy could do.

He had been saving it for the upcoming holidays, but he didn’t want to see her upset or hear once more about her lousy father threatening her, so he opened the drawer of his desk without Y/N noticing and pulled out something.

“There’s actually something that might change your relationship with him. I wanted to give it to you on a special occasion and under different circumstances,” he cleared his throat.

“What do you mean?”

Tommy took her delicate hand in his and placed something on it. “Y/N will you marry me?”

Y/N stared at the velvet box on her palm.

“If you take my name, you don’t have to follow his rules anymore, you’ll have a man by your side to protect you.”

Y/N was trying to contain her emotions, this was a surprise she didn’t see coming and she almost knocked Tommy down when she threw herself in his arms.

He felt her body trembling and couldn’t understand her mumbling between the tears and laughter.

“I hope that’s a yes.” He added in a low voice because she was holding him so tight that it was hard for him to breathe.

“YES!” She confirmed Tommy excitedly right before hold his face in her hands to give him a proper kiss. Slower this time.

He savored her tears as they slid down her face.

“I don’t want you to ever worry about anything your father says alright?”

Y/N nodded against his lips, a moment later Tommy pulled apart to take her left hand and slowly slid the ring.

He sealed the proposal with a kiss on her knuckles.

“Now, get up.” Tommy smashed his hand on his desk. “If we hurry up we can find the office still open and get married.”

“What? Right now?” Y/N asked in shock.

“Well he kicked you out right? That means you’ll need a place to sleep tonight.” Tommy gave her a wink while slowly guiding her out of his office.

“Tommy! Goodness… Polly is going to be so mad.”

“So what? I dare anyone tell me something right now and I’ll fucking blind them.” Tommy answered playfully right before picking Y/N in his arms. “Do you think I care?”

Y/N giggled hiding her face in his neck, feeling happier than ever to become his wife.

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[peakyltd]

Hi Daisy, I've come to request a John fic with the fluff prompt ❛ do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are? ❜( If you feel inspired, of course!) It seems like a line he would use!

Thank you for your request Lee! 🥰 This line really is something John would say, I already saw that cheeky little grin in my mind.

A/N: I wrote it pretty quickly but then I had some trouble with the flow of the story. I feel like it might not completely live up to what I wrote before. So if that's the case, I'm sorry. Anyway I hope you still like and enjoy it. I certainly did have a lot of fun writing John, it reminded me how much I love his character!

Warnings: Swearing. A few rude comments on Linda? Nothing serious. Other than that it's just pure fluff.

Word count: 2002

Family Dinner

"Please remind me that if you ever want to have a family dinner at our house again, that I'll say no." John mumbles in her ear as he wraps his arms around her waist. "Why?" (Y/N) giggles, looking up at him.

They’re both standing in the kitchen as (Y/N) is finishing up the home made dinner. It was her idea to invite his family but it took her some time to convince John.

"It's pure chaos and Linda is pissing me off with her nagging." He answers her, chewing on this toothpick. "John, you can't say that." She chided, eyeing his family who were sat at the table. The distant was big enough for them not to hear John complaining.

"Oh c'mon (Y/N), don't act like you don't think the same thing." He says as he takes her chin gently between his fingers, turning her face back to him.

As their eyes meet, she can't help but laugh. "See? This is exactly what I mean." John laughs. "I really hope Arthur will grow his balls b-" (Y/N) cuts John off by putting her hand on his mouth, shushing him. "Ssh!" She whispers as she lowers her hand.

"Can I help you with the food (Y/N)?" Linda asks as she approaches the kitchen. "Oh no you don't have to Linda, I'm almost finished. It will come right up"

"It's really no bother." She smiles. "Thank you but it's all set, John will be our waiter tonight." (Y/N) jokes, earning a chuckle from Linda. John, on the other hand, rolls his eyes as he turns to the counter. He takes the toothpick out of his mouth and cuts off some of the meat (Y/N) made.

"If you change your mind, I'll be right there." Linda points at the empty chair next to Arthur. (Y/N) smiles at her. "I appreciate it, Linda." She answers. Watching the woman return to her seat.

(Y/N) hears a deep sigh coming from behind her. "It's no bother" He imitates her. "To me it is." John adds while eating some meat. She pushes playfully against his shoulder. "John."

"I'm right there." He imitates her again. "As if she just came walking in, she's already sitting there for hours."

"John please." (Y/N) chuckles. "She means well. What has she done to you?"

John leans against the counter. "She has to fucking comment on everything someone says or does. As of right now yeah, Arthur just had a drink or two too many. He’s not even pissed yet but she keeps asking him if it's really a good idea to take more whiskey." He sighs frustratedly. "I know I need more whiskey if I need to listen to her any longer."

(Y/N) places her hands on his cheeks and pulls him closer to her. "Try to let it go for tonight, okay? They're both adults and if Arthur has had enough of it, he'll let her know." "He won't." He defends.

"Lets just enjoy the night." She adds as she kisses him softly. "Okay?" "Hm 'kay" John mumbles against her lips as he puts his hands on her waist, pulling her in for another kiss.

The dinner went well, the Shelby's enjoyed the fresh made food and the drinks were flowing. John had visibly relaxed and was slumped back in his seat, laughing at the conversation he was having with his brothers and cousin.

The kids were running in and out of the house, hopefully getting rid of their last energy of the day before going to bed. Ada was talking to Linda and Polly watched the family, a pleased smile on her face.

(Y/N) went back into the kitchen to get her selfmade pudding. She was excited about the dessert ever since the day she knew his family came over for dinner. It was her favorite and she loved to make it. She added some strawberries on top before taking it back to the table.

Before she could even reach the table, the kids came running in, chasing each other. A shout of John could be heard but it was too late, a few of them bumped into (Y/N). The sudden impact caused her to drop the pudding.

A loud gasp comes from her mouth. “Oh no…” She watches it splash apart, leaving it all over the floor. Disappointment filling her features.

“What have I said about no fucking running around the kitchen! Look what you've done!" John bellows as he stands up, the children immediately apologize. "Sorry mom." "Yes sorry aunt (Y/N)."

She sighs. "It's okay. Don't worry about it. Be careful next time, yeah?" They nod. "Now go back outside." John adds strictly, glaring at the kids. He made sure they were out of sight before he made his way to the kitchen.

"I'm so sorry." She apologizes to his family. "Don't be sorry, love. We've had already more than enough." Polly smiles at her. "We'll come back for pudding another time."

(Y/N) nods, wiping the remains of her dress. "Here let me help you." A voice came from behind her. John got a few towels for her to clean her dress and helped her to tidy the mess on the floor.

Once they were finished she sat back down in her chair. Feeling better after John’s attempts to cheer her up.

Rumbling was heard from the kitchen as John appeared with two bottles of whiskey in his hands. He lifted them above his head, a big grin on his lips. “I got a new dessert!” He cheered. A sigh coming from (Y/N)’s lips. “Oh god…”

As their evening came to an end, (Y/N) and John said their goodbyes to his family. Their exit was as chaotic as their entrance. Arthur was too drunk and had to be helped into the car by Tommy and Finn. Which resulted in John having tears rolling down his cheeks from laughter and a very annoyed Linda.

When Tommy told John to "shut his fucking mouth or he would help to do so" it caused Arthur to have his own fit of uncontrollable giggles. A lot of shouting and more laughter had followed until Polly and Ada finally managed to get everyone in their cars. As soon as the cars drove out of the drive way, peace had returned.

John wiped the tears off his face. "Did you see his face? Bloody idiot." He started laughing again. "I don’t want to know how they will get him out of the car." (Y/N) giggles. "I would leave him there. He can get out by himself in the morning." He chuckles.

As his laughter calmed down he took a deep breath. "I have to admit that I enjoyed this night more than I thought I would." "I'm glad you did." She beams at him as she pulls him in for a hug, leaning her head against his chest.

John strokes her hair and kisses the top of her head. While he is looking at the garden, an idea pops up in his head.

"Shall I light the fire pit? The weather is still lovely and I wouldn’t mind to spend some time alone with you." He offers. (Y/N) looks up at him. "Oh yes, I would love that. I'll quickly check on the children, I hope they didn't wake up from all the noise."

"Alright." He gives her a quick kiss, leaving her smiling. He collects some branches and makes his way to the fire place.

Once upstairs (Y/N) checks the bedrooms of their children. She finds them sound asleep, as if nothing happened. All of them too tired from their eventful night.

As (Y/N) arrives back outside, John was already sat in front of the fire. A whiskey in his hand and a new toothpick in his mouth. “They’re still sleeping.” She tells him. "I’m glad." He says as he gets up.

"Do I need to get your coat?" "No I'm fine, it's still warm enough." She assures him. "I did get you a blanket." He points at the chair next to his, a blanket hanging on the back of the chair.

She smiles at his gesture. "Thank you, John." She says, sitting down. The fire warms her skin immediately. "I got your wine." John sits next to her, showing her the bottle and filling her glass. "You're such a gentleman, John Shelby."

He chuckles as he hands her the glass. "Of course I am." He answers, putting the bottle down next to him. (Y/N) takes a sip of her drink, leaning back against the chair. The blanket had already warmed up by the fire, making her feel at ease. She takes a deep breath as she looks over the meadow next to their house.

John mimics her and watches the fire. The reflection of the flames dancing on his face. "Aren't we lucky?" She asks, looking at him. "I know I am, I have the most beautiful woman in the world." He grins at her. She blushes lightly at his comment. "Are you flirting with me?" She chuckles.

"Maybe." He smirks at her. "Is it working?" "It already worked a while ago." She jokes. (Y/N) grabs his hand, she softly strokes it with her thumb. John squeezes hers gently. "But yes, it is working." She admits.

A peaceful silence fell over them as they're both sipping on their drinks. As the flames become smaller, John put extra woodblocks and branches in the fire pit. He catches (Y/N) staring at the sky. He looks up as well, gazing at the moon and many stars that were visible this night.

"Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?" He asks (Y/N) as he looks at her, a cheeky grin on his face. She shifts her gaze to him. "My god John." She giggles, hiding her face in her hands. John laughs as he grabs her hands and pulls her up from her chair.

"Don't hide that pretty face of yours." He chuckles. He sneaks his arms around her and pulls her closer. (Y/N) wraps her arms around his neck, brushing her fingers over the short hair on the back of his head.

"I do think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are." John confesses to her as he looks into her eyes. "Nothing compares to you. Not even the moon."

(Y/N) blushes, admiring John’s face. "I love you so much." "I love you too, darling." He tells her as he moves his face closer to hers.

"Before you kiss me, please let me do this." She whispers, earning a confused look from John. (Y/N) takes the toothpick out of his mouth and throws it into the fire.

"Oh." He chuckles. "I don't think it would add much good." She smiles. "You never know, maybe you're into it." He jokes. (Y/N) can't help but giggle at his stupid joke.

“You make me the happiest, John.” She tells him, her voice soft. “Imagine how you make me feel.” John grins at her.

He moves his face closer to hers again. His breath fanning her face. (Y/N) feels the butterflies in her stomach, they're giving her a giddy feeling. She gently pulls him closer until their lips connect.

The kiss starts off soft but steadily becomes heated as they're exploring each others mouth. One of John's hand slowly lowers until he stops on her butt, gently grabbing ahold of it. He grins as she let out a soft moan. Her fingers are tangled in his hair as her other hand rests on his neck, wanting more.

John slowly breaks this kiss, breathing heavily. "I can't get enough of you." He breathes out as he strokes her cheek with his thumb. (Y/N) smiles at him, catching her own breath. "We don't have to stop yet." She teases him. "I wasn't planning on doing so." He smirks as he pulls her in for another passionate kiss.

One of many they would share that night.

[wonderlanddreamer]

Ringside - Lydia x Bonnie

Bonnie Gold stood with his fists wrapped tightly in the centre of the ring, his eyes scanning the sea of faces. The roar of the crowd was a distant echo as he dodged and jabbed, his mind focused, yet wandering to a certain someone.

In a swift, unexpected move, his opponent’s punch connected, sending Bonnie sprawling to the canvas. The world seemed to slow, the ceiling lights blurring into one as he lay there, catching his breath.

Then he saw her. Lydia Shelby, standing amidst the throng, her eyes locked onto his. Her presence was a beacon in the chaos, a calm amidst the storm. She tilted her head slightly, a playful smirk tugging at her lips before she offered him a wink that sent a jolt of energy surging through his veins.

Bonnie’s heart thudded with renewed vigour. He couldn’t stay down, not with Lydia watching. Her wink was a silent promise, a reminder of what awaited him outside the ring. With revived determination, he pushed himself up from the mat, the cheers of the crowd a thunderous encouragement.

The fight resumed, and with every punch, every dodge, Bonnie felt Lydia's gaze steady on him, her presence more powerful than any blow. Channelling this newfound energy, he danced around his opponent, landing a series of swift punches that turned the tide of the match.

In a final, decisive move, Bonnie struck, sending his opponent down for the count. The referee’s hand hit the mat, signalling his victory.

As the crowd erupted in applause, Bonnie's eyes found Lydia’s once more. Her smile outshone the glaring overhead lights, and in that moment of triumph and exhilaration, Bonnie realised he had been fighting for more than just victory; he had been fighting for her.

[reiwanwan]

Treat her right

You had just broken up with your boyfriend and now you’re heartbroken. Don’t worry, your best friends Ada thorne and Lizzie Stark are there to make sure you know just how worth it you are.

Ada Thorne x Female!Reader x Lizzie Stark

This was inspired by @vivianleighwishesshewasme and her Grace x female reader fic which I’m obsessed with btw, and it made me want to write for the peaky women esp Lizzie since I don’t really see much fics about her

a/n: I’ve never written anything sensual like this so let me know what you guys think!

Here’s what I listened while writing this so you can listen to it while reading ;)

Content warning: Slight NSFW? take it however you want 🤭

The night started with tears, but Lizzie and Ada had a way of making everything feel manageable, even when your world felt like it was crumbling. After your breakup with your boyfriend, they had dragged you to Ada’s house despite your reluctance with promises of wine, warm company, and a distraction. You loved a good drink after all, only they would know that well.

Now, hours later, the bottle was empty, and the laughter in the room had softened into a quiet, soothing energy. You hadn’t planned on staying too late, but Lizzie had insisted you stay, practically pulling you by the wrist to the couch where she and Ada were already nestled with glasses of wine.

“You can’t leave just yet,” Lizzie said, her voice smooth and teasing. “We’re just getting started, aren’t we, Ada?”

Ada smirked, leaning back with a knowing look. “Oh, absolutely. No one leaves until we say so.”

You laughed, feeling a little out of place but warmed by their affection. The night went on, the wine flowed, and the chatter turned softer, more intimate. The two women were slightly tipsy, uninhibited, their laughter growing louder as their touches grew bolder.

Lizzie, sitting beside you, reached out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, her fingers lingering against your cheek. “You’re so damn beautiful, you know that?” she whispered, her voice low enough that it felt like a secret.

“You’re better off without him,” Lizzie murmured, her voice firm but tender. She tilted her head, studying your face like she was committing every detail to memory. “He didn’t deserve you.”

Ada hummed in agreement. “Definitely didn’t. A man like that wouldn’t know what to do with someone as special as you.”

You sniffled, managing a small smile. “You two always know what to say.”

Lizzie leaned closer, her fingers brushing a tear from your cheek. “We’re not just saying it. You’re too good to let some idiot make you feel small.”

“Exactly,” Ada chimed in, her hands slipping to your shoulders, massaging away the tension. “He’s the one who lost a gem, not you.”

You felt your cheeks flush at their unwavering attention. Lizzie’s thumb traced soft circles on your knee, while Ada’s touch felt grounding, her fingers moving with practiced care. Ada’s fingers moved to trace light circles on your arm, and Lizzie’s thumb brushed over your lips, her gaze lingering there for a moment before she leaned in, her kiss soft and lingering.

“Relax,” Ada whispered, pulling you gently to recline back onto the plush cushions of the couch. Her hands found your hair, undoing the tie that held it up, letting it spill over your shoulders as her fingers combed through it. Lizzie shifted, her hands now resting on your waist, her lips trailing from your temple to your jaw. “Let us take care of you”

They didn’t give you a chance to argue, their touches deliberate and affectionate. Ada pressed a kiss to your neck, her lips soft against your delicate skin as she leaves her lipstick marks on your neck. While Lizzie’s fingers slid under the hem of your dress, tracing lazy patterns along your stomach, your body responding immediately and your whimpers grew more desperate.

“You deserve this,” Ada murmured, her hands cradling your face as she kissed your forehead. Lizzie took your hand in hers, lifting it to her lips to kiss the back of it with a flourish.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” Lizzie said once again, her lips curving into a soft smile.

Your laugh came out shaky and slightly breathless. “I don’t really feel like it right now.”

Lizzie shook her head, leaning in to press a kiss to your temple. “Well, you are. And you’ll believe it soon enough.”

Ada smiled from above you, her fingers tilting your chin so you met her gaze. “We’ll make sure of it.”

“You’ve been holding up for too long,” Lizzie said softly, her voice wrapping around you like a warm blanket. “Let us take care of you for a change.” Ada nodded, gently guiding you to lie back against the cushions. “Close your eyes dear. Just let us soothe you for a bit.”

Lizzie leaned over, pressing a kiss to your cheek, pressing just long enough to make your heart flutter. “See? Women know what other women need,” she said with a playful grin, her voice laced with affection.

Ada chuckled, leaning down to brush her lips against your other cheek. “Exactly. Men will never get it. But we do”.

You felt lightheaded, a little overwhelmed, but their warmth and softness anchored you. The two women exchanged a look above you, their smiles conspiratorial but full of love for their heartbroken friend.

“Don’t you dare think about leaving,” Ada teased, her hands stroking your hair.

Lizzie pressed another kiss to your lips, lingering just a moment longer this time. “We’ll let you up eventually.”

“But not until we’re finished spoiling you.”

[lostgirlfandom]

Affection

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x GN!Reader

Warnings: None

Words: 267

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

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

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

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

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

“What is this?” He spoke softly. 

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

He chuckled and teased back “Disgusting.”

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

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

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

[hughiecampbelle]

Pedigree (Thomas Shelby Oneshot)

Character/s: Thomas

Word Count: 1,211

A/N: Has it been a million bajillion kajillion years since I've written? Yes. Do I feel good about this? Yes strangely enough :P I've been reading a lot, so maybe that's helped. I haven't been feeling good lately, but this makes me feel better. It makes me think I haven't run out of words, that I'm not trapped in this block forever y'know? 💞  Feedback is always appreciated 💜💖💜

FIC MASTERLISTS / TAG LIST 

You were out for blood. 

You wanted his head on a silver platter. Served to you. You wanted his mouth hung open, gory and gummy, his teeth pried from their sockets. You wanted his eyes, those eyes that bore so deeply into your marrow, eyes that undermined you every time he saw you, bright and cruel. Mocking. Pried wide open, watching his empire fall. The rest of him scattered. Discarded. Did it really matter? It used to. You used to fantasize about the day they brought him to you. All the ways you’d tear him apart, butcher him like he has done to so many. Leaving a single bullet hole, if he was lucky. Often, he wasn’t, not in your care. You wanted him to suffer the same way he has made you your entire life. Since then, you’ve come to a realization: those fantasies, with their theatrics, were childish. The kind of thing he himself would laugh at, call adorable, naive, cute. That laugh. It haunted you now. His head, his eyes, teeth, that is what you needed. He was all bark and no bite. Until then, you wouldn’t be satisfied. 

Once upon a time you worshiped him. He was your world, everything you wanted to be. Demanding, diplomatic, daunting. You wanted to follow in his footsteps, to rule with an iron fist. You did as you were told without a second thought, his toy soldier. You stitched a smile across your face every time he spoke to you, the anger and disappointment reigning in his voice, his words. How sharp they used to be, slicing you to ribbons. You’d be bleeding, hemorrhaging out on the floor by the time his speech was done. And when he was, when the air was thick with dismay, you collected your innards and thanked him, slipping back into the shadows until you were needed again. He spat insults at you from the time you could understand them. A few times you’d dodged a glass of something toxic, smashing into the wall behind you. Shards glittered across the floor, crackling beneath the soles of your shoes. It was your job to clean it up. It was your fault. Everything was. When a scapegoat was necessary, you were the first to come to mind. Given odd jobs beneath the rest. Ones that could have gotten you killed. Should have. Sometimes, you wished it had. Would that have made him care? Mourn your loss? Would there have been any change to his temperament? Probably not. There were always others desperate enough to slink their way into your position, the lowest of the low. Desperate enough to get close to him, to know what liquor he liked, what car he drove, what clothing he wore in hopes that it would rub off on them. Give them the same power. It made you sick. 

To him, you were nothing. Worthless. Incapable. There had never been a softness for you the way there had been for the others. You’d begun to think it was you. There was something wrong with you. Had you said something? Done something? Too many nights you lay awake, wondering what he could see that you couldn’t. There had to be a logical reason, hadn’t there? There had to be something in your flesh, your bones, your muscles. Something structurally, genetically, impossibly wrong. A speck in your eyes. An eyelash out of sorts. A freckle, a scar, a mark on your body that shouldn’t be there. Years you spent looking, watching, waiting for it to be explained so you could fix it and finally win him over. Small acts of kindness. Leaving him freshly picked flowers. Doing everything he said. Being well behaved. You stayed to yourself mostly, understanding things were different than before. He’d changed. They all had. He was monstrous. Hungry. Tormented. Every night you’d hear his screaming, crying out, crumbling from the inside out. In the morning, no one said a word. It’s been many years since then. You wondered if it was your memory distorting things, changing your own behaviors. No, no you were sure you’d been nothing but kind.

Whoever Tommy saw when he looked at you, whatever he saw, was not you. That much was clear. 

He blamed you for her death, Pol. He put that target on your back, on your chest, between your fucking eyes. The silence was the worst of it. The berating, the anger, the destruction, you’d grown used to it. It had become a dance, in a way. You knew all the right steps, all the best apologies, until he’d finally calmed down long enough for you to catch your breath, to straighten out the mess. Not this time. You were dropped from the family without a second thought. Ice ran through his veins. He wasn’t just changed, he was unrecognizable. Your throat was raw from pleading, sobbing, trying to get him to listen. To understand. On your hands and knees begging. You had no part in this, you were being framed. No one could believe you. You’d slipped up, gave out information you shouldn’t have. Thats the conclusion they came to. He didn’t just ignore you, he killed you. Murdered you. Everyone, everyone you ever loved, all the people you considered family, by blood and not, turned their backs on you. You wanted to pound your fists into the floorboards until they bled. You wanted to scream and cry and throw a tantrum. You would have prayed to a God that had never listened before that very moment if that meant he would give you a minute to defend yourself, proclaim your innocence, save your soul. The decision had been made, there was no going back. The Shelby name no longer belonged to you. It never would. If only you’d known how fast that title could be ripped from you. 

They moved on. None of them have reached out, spoken to you in secret. There were no letters, no calls, nothing. You grew a hard shell. Learned to adapt. To be on you own, completely alone. Without them, without him, you came to realize you were never the problem. You had never done anything wrong. You had not been born with a defect only he could sense. You were a child when he’d come back, so young, so fragile. You took his words to heart. All those years spent at the bottom, the youngest of the family, had taught you more than you ever thought. People believed him to be bulletproof. He was indestructible. Godly. You knew though, you knew the weakest parts of him. What kept him up at night. What drove him mad. You couldn’t get back all that time, all those years, your entire life. You couldn’t turn back the clock. You couldn’t make him change his ways. Those, he was too set in, a creature of habit. But you could make him pay. You could make him regret everything he’d ever said and done to you. Make him beg like you’d done countless times, your pleas ignored, berated. You could make him fear for his life. And when the time came, because it always would, you would not hesitate to pull the trigger the same way your brother had.

[dreamlandcreations]

Men (modern AU)

Tommy Shelby x Reader x Alfie Solomons

• moodboards masterlist •

Dating Tommy Shelby certainly makes life interesting, you can never prepare yourself for the next surprise. Sometimes you forget you’ve only met him a few months ago but standing in his home, ready to move in, youare about to be reminded how little you know him.

“What was that?” You ask, referring to the noise from upstairs.

“Alfie.” A tired sigh follows his irritated answer, rolling his eyes at the ceiling.

Your mind runs around with countless questions but you can only manage to ask one. “You have a roommate?” 

“Nah, don’t mind him. He’s just my husband.”

“Your what?!”

• moodboards masterlist •

[midnightswithdearkatytspb]

MidnightsWithDearKatyTSPB’s Recommendation List: May Pt. 2

Hi everyone. Welcome to the second part of May’s recommendation list. Can you believe we maxed out Part 1 linking availability? You guys are writing machines! With finals coming to a close and some of you graduating, I hope you are taking some time to enjoy reading and self-care. I’m so very proud of every one of you. If you would like a moodboard made for your story or character, feel free to send me a request. I would love to make you one. If you are interested in having your writing challenges featured here, your stories, or even your blog, please feel free to tag me in your works, message me, or use the hashtag MidnightWithDearKatyTSPB. Heads up, June may be all on one list. I’m going to my Grandmother’s 90th birthday and visit my family. I’ll get plenty of reading done while I’m gone, but I don’t know how much list-making I’ll get done. Enjoy the rest of your spring and the start of your summer!

<<May Pt. 1 💐

June 🐾 >>

Masterlist 📜

PEDRO PASCAL CHARACTERS:

DRABBLES/BLURBS:

Big Fan (Tommy's Version) by @atinylittlepain >> Tommy Miller ft. Ellie Williams - Summary: Tommy and Ellie stumble on someone very familiar to Tommy. | I was laughing so hard at everyone's reaction to this.

ONE-SHOTS:

2 Murphy's and a Peña by @violentdelightsandviolentends >> Javier Peña x Female Reader - Summary: Reader has a horrible date. Javier thinks she just needs a man who puts her needs first. (My Summary) | This was short and hot, just how you need it sometimes.

Aquatic Rehabilitation by @psychedelic-ink >> Joel Miller x f!reader - Summary: Joel has been experiencing knee pain for the past two months. When he finally sees an orthopedist, he learns that he has some minor damage to his meniscus. The doctor prescribes him anti-inflammatory medication and physical therapy, recommending swimming. At the pool, he meets you. | Wowza, that was really hot.

Drown in your Wrath and Fury by @movievillainess721 >> Dave York x curvy f!reader x (with a surprise guest) - Summary: You're Dave's prisoner...and old flame. Can you survive his wrath and fury? | It was so hot, I was blushing.

*I Crawl Home To Her by @johnwatsn >> Joel Miller ft. Sarah Miller & Ellie Williams - Summary: After being stabbed, Joel floats in and out of consciousness, between then and now, before and after, and his two daughters, both saving him in their own ways. | This is just a masterpiece of emotion, and it's so well written!

Look For The Butterfly by @lily-inbloom >> post-outbreak!Joel Miller x fem!reader - Summary: Sarah reminds Joel of something very important. | Don't mind me. I'll just be over here in the corner crying like a big baby.

Prove It by @joelscruff >> boyfriend's dad!Joel Miller x f!reader - Summary: Joel shows you how much he cares about you (in a slightly depraved way). (in connection with quickie and snack break) | Made my heart drop to the bottom of my stomach with emotions while supplying wonderful filth and excitement.

Request by @joelsgirl >> Joel Miller x Reader - Summary/Request: Reader is feeling awful because she's too warm, and the relief he feels when he sees her cooling off, physically and emotionally? | A charming short piece showing the caring side of Joel is what we need sometimes.

The Saint, The Sinner, & The Devil by @joelsgirl >> Mafia DBF!Joel Miller, Corrupt Javier Pena + Reader - Sneak Peak: “Yes, little one. You'll get to service us both tonight.” | Excellent and Filthy

Satellite by @jksprincess10 >> Assistant!reader x Javier Peña - Summary: Summary: You’re trying really hard not to fuck your boss. But everyone around you, including him, makes it really hard. | Javi could probably convince me to do anything.

Sharing Is Caring by @dreamsofmandalore >> Mafia!AU Joel Miller x Reader x Javier Peña - Summary: Several people asked what would happen if mafia enforcer Joel and corrupt agent Javi existed in the same universe. | Thank you for feeding our wildest imaginations.

Waffle House Confessions by @softlyspector >> no outbreak!Joel Miller x f!Reader - Summary: You pick an inopportune moment to give Joel some news. | I felt like I was watching it play out on TV, and I was feeling all the emotions coming across—such a good one-shot.

Words by @joelscruff >> boyfriend's dad!Joel Miller x f!reader - Summary: You and Joel are left reeling from your boyfriend's discovery. (a direct sequel to prove it) | Cat has a way with words and emotions pulling you into her works.

SERIES:

I'm In A State (Prequel) | In My Hometown by @swiftispunk >> pre-outbreak!dbf!neighbour!Joel Miller x afab!fem!actor(ish)!Reader - Summary: The moment that sends you over the edge with your neighbour, Joel. | Perfect as always, Hannah. Thanks for making me giggle like a schoolgirl.

One For The Money, Two For The Show >> Rockstar!Joel Miller x Actress!Reader - Summary: When world-famous rockstar Joel Miller finds himself in some hot water with the press, his PR team suggests fake dating an up-and-coming actress to refine his image. However, when they actually start spending time together, the happy couple can’t stand each other. Will they be able to turn it around for the cameras, or will it all be for nothing? | Things are getting mighty steamy, just the way I like them. Feeling so blessed to be able to read this story.

To Polish Up A Diamond pt. i | >> @pedges >> Joel Miller x afab!reader - Summary: “We can get an annulment,” Joel says, cutting you off. It’s almost as if he couldn’t wait to say it, and you’re not sure why that stings so much. “Yeah—yes,” you mutter, swallowing the softball lodged in your throat. You clear it in hopes of sounding more compelling when you speak again. “Of course. Duh.”  -- or, the one where you wake up married to Joel Miller. | This is such an emotional roller coaster, and we are only just beginning. I'm looking forward to seeing where this goes.

BLURBS/DRABBLES:

The Baking Lesson by @zablife >> John Shelby x f!reader - Summary: Gif Request - Sneak Preview: "C'mere gorgeous," John said, turning your chin toward him. "It can't be that bad. Just tell me," he coaxed with an encouraging smile. | John is very much my hero!

Sweetest of the Sunflowers by @peakyscillian >> Tommy Shelby x Reader - Summary: I picked the prompt “You're the best thing that's ever happened to me” for this one and also based it around the song 'Sun To Me' By Zach Bryan. | Moodboard is gorgeous, and I love how you can tell how much Tommy adores his fiance in this.

Pedro Pascal doesn't owe you anything... by @coulsons-band

Drama Actor Round Table: Pedro Pascal, Damson Idris, Kieran Culkin, Jeff Bridges, Evan Peters, and Michael Imperioli posted by @pedrohub

[aliypop]

A Little Friendly Advice

Word Count:

Warning: Show violence and language Suggestive themes,

Writers Note: This is my first time writing Alfie so I hope I did okay getting him down pack

Pairing: OC x Canon

( Eleanor Williams ) / Alfie Solomons (Platonically )

Plot: When Eleanor Williams decides to have tea with Alfie Solomons in Camden Town over a business proposal Alfie realizes she came for advice rather than business

Taglist:

@shelbydelrey

@runnning-outof-time

@herosneednotapply

"So you came to boast to me about raisin fuckin whiskey prices of me heh…" Alfie said, sipping Earl Grey tea from his cup, "It's not that I'm raising them-" "Don't give me the King's fuckin English, Nora. You know it pisses me off…" he responded as Eleanor sighed. She was always the one to be sent to Camden Town to talk to Alfie, yet for once, she didn't hate it, "I ain't raisin any fuckin prices of a ya Alf, just 'ear me out would you," batting her beady little hazel eyes, "Fine, but if I don't like it, pray that God does… You know I'm a religious man, so if God don't like it I-" "I just want you to raise the prices a little on The Shelby Limited accounts, is all." "First off, you fucking cut me off, so that was rude. Two, do you want Tommy Shelby, me best mate, to kill me," Alfie leaned in, that annoying gleam in his eyes that she hated so much from him, "Oh, you should get better friends…" she laughed, "And, no, I just want to kinda…" "Use your words, Williams…" "I just want to get him to trust me…" she mumbled as Alfie laughed, not at her but in disbelief, thinking that she could get a horse-like man like Tommy Shelby to trust her, "Lead 'em in with Cigarettes Whiskey then, dear," adding more sugar to his cup, "But whatever you do, don't trust em…" "That's what he said about you…" "And you didn't fuckin listen to 'im," "Why would I listen to the two-timing beautiful blue-eyed 'andsome devil of Small "eath who I'd give anything to be pushed up against a wall and kissed by-" "Bloody hell Eleanor if your skin wasn't already fuckin red, you'd be a freshly boiled lobster," Alfie said, nearly spitting out his tea, her tawny-colored skin blistering with the sensation of embarrassment, "I'm just trying to partner up with The Shelby Company…" she groaned as Alfie stared at her, "Either I'm going fuckin deaf, or I'm hearin you got a thing for Tommy?" "Me? 'ave a thin for Tommy Shelby, please." rolling her eyes as he took her tea cup from her, "Nora, God don't like liars, an besides, you can do so much better with any other bloke that ain't Thomas fuckin Shelby…" "But have you ever seen him…" she bit her lip, Alfie taking in the show before him, finding the situation humourous, "He's just so…" "Rotten?" "Seductive…" "Eh, he's a dog." "He's handsome." "Ever looked at Arthur. Now that's handsome…" "He's wise," "About fuckin horses…" "Alfie!" "Listen, Nora. I don't know what the hell it is you see in him, but A little friendly advice." "Yes,"

"Hope I'm not late, Solomons…" "Be careful…" he whispered as Eleanor looked up at Thomas. Alfie saw the sparks between them fly faster than a bomb during the war, "Ms. Williams…" "Mr. Shelby…" she walked towards him, "Still on for our meeting later?" "Of course…" he eyed her up and down as she walked out the door. Alfie was impressed. "I assume you two are gonna fuck." "How long did it take you to come up with that one, Alfie…" "Not long at all…" he laughed, "Not long at all…"

[darlingsfandom]

All the fics have been SO GOOD,tks 😗

If you want you could write one with Tommy where he eats the reader out or sucks her tits in his office, but like he gets her up on his desk and does it right there, he doesn't really care if anyone comes in and sees it, this way you make sure they know it's yours.🤤I can clearly imagine Tommy sucking or eating the reader to relieve stress. 🙂‍↕️

Maybe he's having a conversation with someone while the reader's breasts are out🫦

So I'm gonna accept it, I have a thing for public sex or fingering, it's too good for me. 😶‍🌫️

Thank you honey bunny 💕 I’m glad you enjoy my writing !!

TW: oral sex, fingering, swearing, voyeurism , not proofread .

Tommy was a business man through and through! It ran in his veins but overall he was tried of it most days anymore. He couldn’t handle the weak exchanges and men trying to blow smoke up his ass. Luckily his brothers would step in before someone ended up with a bullet somewhere in their body.

Today was just one of those days. Tommy had just finished one meeting that made him want to rip out his hair. You had been in the kitchen helping the maid make some cookies since you could tell she wasn’t feeling the best, so you had her handle the laundry after she about sneezed into the dough. When you heard the stampede of feet running down the hall and out the front door you assumed Tommy had pulled out his gun or his knife but that didn’t stop of you from pulling the treats from the oven, plating a few up and taking them to him.

“Tommy?” You walked in his office to find him sitting at his desk pinching the bridge of his nose. “Oh honey, you look stressed.” A small frown appeared on your face when he looked up at you. You set the plate on the coffee table before walking up to him, cupping his face in your hands and pressing a kiss to his forehead. He wrapped his hand around your wrist before tilting his head up to kiss you on the lips. The kiss started off soft , gentle and sweet until he bit your bottom lip making you gasp so he could slide his tongue into your mouth. You moaned into his mouth while moving your hands down his chest, his hands grabbing your waist and lifting you onto his desk where he made sure you were comfortable because last time sitting right on the edge left a dent on your cheeks .

“Tommy dear, don’t you have a meeting soon?” Soft spoken you looked into his eyes to see the fire burning in them.

“So what if I do? You’re much more important. My beautiful wife.” He stroked your cheek with the side of his hand in a loving manner until his hand moved down to pull down the front of your dress. His lips curved in a snarky smile as he pulled your tits out and let them hang out. Tommy always enjoyed seeing your tits, he loved when you’d wear low cut dresses. Of course you were called every name under the sun for showing so much skin when the two of you walked around town but once people realized you were Tommy’s they usually would hide away.

The two of you shared a soft moment as he starred at your breasts just taking them in like it was the first time all over again. Tommy pushed himself against you as you swung your legs off the desk and he pressed his face between your boobs. A tiny giggle left your lips when he did that but he loved that sound. He rested his head on your tits before he pressed gentle kisses between them making his way all over them until he reached your nipple, that’s when he wrapped his lips around one and pulled on the other making you suck in a breath that hitched when he bit down on the pink bud.

“Oh Tommy !” Your fingers gripped onto the edge of the desk as he sucked away on your boobs. Tommy pulled away licking his lips before giving you another kiss. His hands grabbed the bottom of your dress, shoved it up around your waist and opened your legs to see a nice wet patch in the middle of your panties.

“My my, look at that baby… I’ve barely touch you and you’re already so wet… good.” Tommy clicked his tongue before pulling your panties down around your ankles and taking them off to shove into his pocket. Your skin covered in goosebumps as Tommy laid you down across the desk and put your legs up in the air with a slight bend. Tommy ran his fingers over your pussy making you shiver before you felt his tongue flatten against you and lick upwards .

“Tommy! I love when you do that.”

“Oh I know you do baby , but right now is about my stress relief alright ? Going to use my pretty wife anyway I want and she’s going to like it hmm? Tommy gave your pussy another lick.

“Yes sir! Whatever you need !”

Tommy stood up straight to bend down and kiss you passionately while his hands massaged your warm thighs. The two of you swapped kisses until your lips were raw. He pulled away showing a string of spit connecting your lips to each other. Tommy went back down, spread your wet folds and licked up your pussy over and over. Your hands tangled into his hair . Your moans echoed off the walls as he ate you out like he was eating his last meal. The way your toes curled in pleasure in your shoes was a good sign. Tommy grabbed your right leg and put it over his shoulder to go deeper into your pussy with his tongue. His chin was covered in your juices.

“Mr. Shelby your four o clock is … OH MY!” You heard the muffles of his next meeting standing in the room but it didn’t matter. Tommy kept eating you out as they stood there nervously. You tried to look at the strangers who were standing there watching your husband devour your pussy.

“He must be good, look at how she’s in a state of pleasure!” Tommy smirked at the strangers words. He knew he was good. A few other words were changed until your loud moan when Tommy slipped two fingers into you.

“TOMMY!” You cried out as he twisted his fingers deep inside of you. He took no mercy on you pumping and twisting his fingers in and out of you making you feel like you were on fire as he did so. “Fuck baby! Just like that! Fuck! Such a real man ! Yes baby!” You egged him on knowing it would boost as well as sooth his ego.

It wasn’t the first time you’ve had strangers watch you and Tommy! Or the first time someone’s caught the two of you. Tommy has fucked you in the pub in the middle of the day, he’s had you cock warm him during his meetings, he’s even fingered you during dinner with the family! The two of you were both sex addicts but no one cared because the two of you had boundaries so when things like this happened it wasn’t a bother.

“Tommy you’re gonna make me cum! Don’t stop baby please don’t stop!” You begged while pulling on his hair. Tommy had started sucking on your clit to add fuel to the fire that was your orgasm on the brink. His tongue lapped your clit as he looked up at you with that look in his eyes that sent the chill down your spine that lead you to crying out as your thighs shook around his head. “TOMMY!!” You pulled his hair in a way that gave him pain and pleasure. Tommy sucked greedily on your pussy until every drop of your cum was cleaned up.

He pulled away with a satisfied grin and licked his lips to see three men standing there with hard ons. You laid breathlessly against his desk with a smile on your face.

“Gentlemen …” Tommy clapped his hands together as he licked his lips again. “As you see my wife is very important to me and who am I to deny her pleasure. My wife always comes first whether it’s for sex or business , but I will only make this clear once… if we do business she will be involved, that’s how all my business works and if you don’t like it now would be the time to leave.” Tommy sat down in his chair before holding your hand helping you sit up to get you onto his lap. You sat comfortably on his lap while laying your head against his chest. His hand soothed over your hair while the men sat down in front of the desk that you just occupied.

“Now, let’s do business.. shall we?”

[look-at-the-soul]

Alfie Solomons, the baker and storyteller

✨A small blurb and moodboard I got the inspiration for @justrainandcoffee 2nd Alfieversary 🥰♥️

Alfie’s eyes were fixed in the newspaper before him. Adjusting the glasses perched on his nose, but he noticed the door opening.

“Isn’t it past your bed time little dove?”

“Hello Daddy.” Allie greeted her father with a chuckle when he groaned while lifting her up to place her on his lap.

“Hello you.” His expression quickly softened at the sight of her.

“Mommy didn’t read me a story and I’m hungry.”

“She was in a hurry for her ladies night out.”

“What’s that?” She asked with interest.

“Just a bunch of ladies gathering.” Alfie rubbed his beard. He shook his head slightly at the thought of Rose getting together with Y/N Shelby and the rest of the female gang -more dangerous than the whole gánsters to be honest-, but it was the time of the week she got to enjoy a night out with friends to talk of whatever the ladies talked. “What about we bake some cookies?”

The way his little girl’s face lit up, it told Alfie he had made the right choice.

Allie jumped from his lap excitedly and rushed towards the kitchen. And he followed the girl knowing he’d do anything to make her smile like that.

After showing his beloved Allie all about baking, once it was ready, they enjoyed the most delicious batch of cookies together back in the living room next to Cyril while Alfie read the light of his life a book.

When Rose arrived almost close to midnight and she found the scene before her eyes, she found Alfie moving his forefinger close to his lips so Allie wouldn’t wake up. It melted her heart and turned her into a puddle.

Stretching her arm, she grabbed one of the cookies and silently made an applause sign for him, letting Alfie know the cookies were good.

Stepping closer, Rose brushed Allie’s hair away from her face and giving her husband a peck on the lips, she whispered:

“Why don’t you take her to bed so I can spill all the gossip?”

[peakyltd]

Shadows

John Shelby x female reader

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

Warnings: Angst, grief

Word count: 1242

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re not doing them without me.”

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

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

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

[wonderlanddreamer]

Bonnie Gold loved every version of Lydia Shelby that existed.

He adored the shy girl who blushed with every compliment of her beauty. He admired the adventurous spirit in her, forever curious and eager to explore the world. He appreciated the gracious soul who sought goodness wherever she went. He respected the tenacious fighter who stood fearlessly for her beliefs.

But above all, Bonnie Gold was captivated by his gypsy girl. She was the essence of freedom, carefree and barefoot in the mud, a wild spirit twirling and laughing as raindrops kissed her skin.

For Bonnie, loving Lydia was an embrace of her vibrant spirit and the beautiful chaos she brought into his world.

[reiwanwan]

Her red shoes, my dandelion

You’ve always loved Ada for as long as you can remember, she was your childhood best friend and the both of you were inseparable. But of course, time has its way of changing everything as it always does.

Ada Shelby x female!reader

Word count: 3k

Content warning: mentions of pregnancy, internalised homophobia

“Hurry up, you slowpoke!” Ada called out, her voice ringing with laughter as she darted toward the garden where the two of you always played.

“I’m not slow, Ada! You’re just unnaturally fast!” you huffed, trying to keep up.

Ada skidded to a halt, spinning around to face you. The sunlight caught her auburn hair, making it gleam like polished copper. She stretched her lips into a wide, playful grin that reached her bright blue eyes, her rosy cheeks lifting with the expression. Ada had been your best friend since you were nine and she was ten.

Your friendship had started simply enough. Your mother and hers were close friends, and when your mother had to leave for work in London, she asked Ada’s mother to look after you. Ada was sent to your house every day to keep you company.

You remembered the first time you met her with perfect clarity. You had opened the door, and there she was, standing with her hands on her hips, her confident stance almost too big for her small frame. “You’re Y/n?” she asked, tilting her head with curiosity. You nodded shyly, unable to find your voice.

She stepped inside without hesitation, glancing around the house with a critical eye. “Your house isn’t too bad,” she declared, “but it’s kind of empty. That’s alright, though! I’m here to make your house—and maybe your life—a lot less empty!” Her boldness left you speechless, but from that moment on, Ada became a constant in your world.

Now, as she grabbed your arm and tugged, you stumbled, losing your balance and tumbling onto the soft grass. Ada followed suit, flopping down beside you with dramatic flair. The garden filled with the sound of your shared laughter, carrying on the breeze as nearby workers paused to shake their heads at your antics.

Ada plucked a dandelion from the ground and held it up between her fingers. “Did you know,” she began with a mischievous glint in her eye, “if you blow on it, the seeds will fly toward whatever it is you need most?” She held the fluffy white orb closer to your face, her expression daring you to believe her.

“That’s ridiculous, Ada. It’s just the wind,” you said with a playful roll of your eyes.

She giggled. “It’s not ridiculous. Go on, try it!”

Reluctantly, you leaned forward and blew on the dandelion. The seeds scattered into the air, drifting lazily before several landed right on Ada’s freckled face. She scrunched her nose, sputtering as one stray seed found its way onto her tongue.

You burst into uncontrollable laughter, clutching your sides as Ada spit the seed out and glared at you in mock indignation. “See?” she said, breaking into a grin despite herself. “What did I tell you? The answer to what you need… is me!”

Before you could protest, she launched herself at you, her fingers finding all your most ticklish spots. The garden echoed with your squeals and laughter as Ada’s confident, joyful energy filled every corner of your world, just as it always had.

1907

It was two months before your 13th birthday.

You and Ada were strolling through the bustling streets of Small Heath, weaving past the many factories and the chatter of shopkeepers. As you passed a clothing store, something caught your eye—a pair of red, shiny shoes displayed in the window. They seemed to glimmer just for you, and you stopped in your tracks, captivated.

Ada noticed your gaze, the way your lips parted slightly in awe. “D’you like it?” she asked, her voice cutting through the noise.

You nodded, your eyes never leaving the shoes. “They’re beautiful… but there’s no way I could afford them. It’s not worth thinking about.”

Ada pressed her lips into a thin line, her hand slipping into yours as she gently tugged you along. “Come on, slowpoke,” she said, but her mind was already working on something.

On the day of your birthday, the house was quiet—too quiet. You lay sprawled on the floor, staring up at the ceiling, boredom settling over you like a heavy blanket. Then came the knock. It was loud, insistent, and unmistakably Ada.

You opened the door to find her grinning, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Hello, miss. Don’t tell me you thought I’d forget your birthday?” she teased, her hands on her hips.

Before you could answer, she grabbed your wrist and dragged you outside. “Ada! Where are we going?” you asked, struggling to keep up with her determined pace.

“You’ll see!”

The path was familiar, and it wasn’t long before you realized she was taking you to her house. When she pushed open the door, chaos greeted you. Polly and Ada’s mother were bustling in the kitchen, Arthur and John were locked in a heated argument, and little Finn was darting around the table, giggling as Tommy halfheartedly tried to catch him.

Polly turned, holding a cake in her hands, and walked toward you with a warm smile. The room suddenly quieted as everyone gathered to sing “Happy Birthday.” The lively energy of the house wrapped around you like a hug. Ada’s mother lit the candles and leaned down, her voice soft. “Blow them out and make a wish, dear.”

You closed your eyes tightly, making a wish you didn’t dare say aloud—that Ada would need you just as much as you needed her. It felt selfish, but it was your wish. When you blew out the candles and opened your eyes, the room erupted in cheers.

As everyone returned to their chatter and antics, Ada leaned close and whispered, “Come with me.”

She led you upstairs to her room, her excitement barely contained. From her closet, she pulled out a small box and handed it to you. “Open it,” she said, bouncing on her toes.

You hesitated, looking at her with suspicion, but your fingers worked to lift the lid. Inside, nestled carefully, were the red shoes you had admired months ago.

Your breath caught. “How did you—”

“I did some cleaning for Mr. Macdonald, ran errands for Mrs. Beth,” Ada interrupted, brushing off your question with a wave of her hand. “Don’t worry about it. I just wanted to see you happy.”

Overwhelmed, you set the box aside and threw your arms around her, burying your face in her shoulder. “I love you,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion.

She hugged you back just as tightly. “I love you too.”

1909

Ada met Freddie Thorne when she was 16, and it was as though the sun itself had taken up residence in her smile. She was radiant in a way you’d never seen before, her entire world seemingly orbiting him. You noticed the way her face would light up whenever she mentioned his name, how she’d try—and fail—to stifle her grin when he winked at her from across the street.

You wanted to be happy for her, you really did. But the gnawing jealousy inside you made that nearly impossible. It was a jealousy that left a bitter taste in your mouth, a feeling that disgusted you to your core. How could you feel this way toward her? Ada was your best friend. She deserved happiness, and Freddie made her happy.

But Ada liked men. That was the simple, inescapable truth. And no matter how much you wished otherwise, she would never love you the way you loved her.

You hated yourself for falling for her, for falling for women at all. You told yourself it was wrong, unnatural even, though deep down you knew it wasn’t. You liked men too—there had been plenty of them vying for your attention over the years. But none of them made your heart race or your stomach flip the way Ada did.

Just standing near her was enough to set your pulse pounding. Her laugh, her voice, the way her auburn hair caught the light—it all left you breathless, your emotions a confusing, tangled mess. But no matter how deeply you felt, you knew it was a love you could never confess. So you swallowed it down, burying it beneath a smile, and stayed by her side, silently longing for something that could never be.

1919

It was becoming increasingly difficult to lie to Polly every time Ada snuck off to meet Freddie. Tommy’s estranged best friend was a forbidden subject in the Shelby household, and Ada didn’t want anyone to know she was seeing him. Unfortunately, you were the one caught in the middle, holding her secret.

Polly cornered you one evening, her arms crossed and her expression unreadable. Her calm, steady gaze was unnerving, as though she could already see through the lie you were about to tell.

“Where’s Ada?” she asked, her tone casual but pointed.

You swallowed hard, willing your voice to stay steady. “She was with me earlier, but she stepped out for a smoke. I’m not sure where she is now.” The words slipped out smoothly, but Polly’s sharp eyes lingered on you for a moment longer than you liked.

“Alright then,” she said finally. “If you see her, tell her to come home soon, alright, dear?”

“Of course, Pol,” you replied, forcing a smile.

When she walked away, you exhaled deeply, your shoulders sagging with relief. You started toward home, the weight of the lie still heavy on your chest, when two hands suddenly grabbed your shoulders, and a playful “Boo!” whispered in your ear. You spun around, startled, your hands reflexively coming up to defend yourself.

It was Ada, grinning from ear to ear. “Did I scare you? You should’ve seen the look on your face!” she teased.

You pursed your lips, trying to mask your annoyance, but Ada knew you too well. Her smile faded as she noticed your tension.

“What’s wrong? Are you mad at me?” she asked, her brow furrowing in concern.

“This has to stop, Ada,” you said sharply, your frustration bubbling to the surface.

She blinked, taken aback. “What are you talking about?”

“You sneaking around like a bloody schoolgirl to kiss and shag Freddie under the tunnels,” you snapped. “I’m tired of covering for you. Polly cornered me again today. I can’t keep lying for you, Ada.”

Her expression hardened, and she crossed her arms defensively. “Why do you care so much? It’s my life. Why can’t you just be happy for me? You’ve never liked Freddie—don’t lie to me. And if you’re so tired, then stop covering for me. Let them find out. I’ll deal with it.”

You shook your head, your frustration giving way to something deeper, something you’d been trying to suppress for years. “I wish I could, Ada. It’s not that easy.”

“What’s so hard about it?” she demanded, her voice rising.

“Loving you!” The words burst out of you before you could stop them. “Loving you is hard. And I could’ve told Pol but I love you too much to get you in trouble. I’ve loved you ever since we were kids, Ada. I’ve wanted you for as long as I can remember. And it kills me that I can’t be happy for you, that I can’t make you as happy as he does.” Your voice cracked, and you felt the tears stinging your eyes. “I wish you were a man.”

The moment those very words left your mouth, you regretted them. It wasn’t true. You didn’t wish Ada were a man. You loved her for who she was, exactly as she was. But the pain and frustration had twisted your feelings into something ugly, something you didn’t recognize.

Your tears spilled over, but you refused to let yourself break down in front of her. You turned on your heel and walked away, leaving Ada standing there, speechless and wide-eyed, for once at a loss for words.

Many months later

You stopped talking to Ada entirely after the confrontation, and it proved to be the hardest decision of your life. Every day felt like a battle not to run back to her, to cry and hold her close, but you resisted. You couldn’t shake the fear that she’d look at you with disgust, her face scrunched in rejection, knowing the truth about how you felt. You replayed the moment in your head endlessly, questioning if you’d made a terrible mistake. Surely now, she wouldn’t want to face you.

Meanwhile, Ada had started to experience morning sickness more frequently. She went to the doctor in secret, though she already knew what they’d confirm—she was pregnant. Freddie had fled to America, hiding from the coppers, though the exact reason was unclear to you. You’d heard whispers here and there, but the details were vague, and you preferred it that way.

One evening, Ada sat at the kitchen table, her hands trembling as she cradled a cup of tea. Polly sat across from her, observing her closely.

“What’s wrong, love?” Polly asked gently, her voice soft but firm.

Ada hesitated, her throat tightening as she fought to hold back tears. But the weight of her emotions became too much, and she spilled everything, her voice breaking as she spoke.

“I miss Y/n, Pol. I miss her so much. She told me she’s loved me since we were kids, and I haven’t stopped thinking about it. I want to see her… I want to talk to her.”

Polly leaned back, her sharp gaze softening. “Go talk to her then,” she said simply.

Ada sniffled, her hands gripping the cup tightly. “What if she doesn’t want to talk to me anymore? What if she hates me now?”

Polly scoffed, shaking her head. “Don’t be daft, Ada. That girl loves you with every inch of her life. She’d walk through fire just to see you. I’ve seen the way she looks at you. The eyes never lie. Call her.”

With that, Polly stood and left Ada to her thoughts. Ada stared at the phone, her heart pounding in her chest. She hesitated, her fingers hovering over the dial, but finally, she pushed through and dialed your number. Each ring made her chest tighten until, to her surprise, you answered.

“Hello?” your voice came through the line, hesitant but familiar.

“Ada?” Her breath caught at the sound of your voice, a wave of comfort washing over her. “I didn’t think you’d pick up. I missed you.”

There was silence on your end, and she worried she’d already lost you. But then, your voice returned, softer this time.

“I missed you too, Ada.”

She exhaled shakily, her grip on the phone tightening. “I’m pregnant, Y/n,” she confessed, her voice trembling. “And… I really want to see you.”

You were silent again, the news rendering you momentarily speechless. You hadn’t known about her pregnancy. If you had, you would’ve been at her doorstep without hesitation.

“Of course,” you finally said, your voice steady but warm. “I’ll come over tomorrow. How’s that sound?”

Ada gasped softly, relief flooding her as she gripped the phone even tighter. She had hoped you’d agree, but part of her had feared you wouldn’t want to see her anymore.

“That sounds perfect,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll see you then.

You went to Ada’s as you promised. You knocked on the door, and it opened almost immediately.

There she was.

The sight of Ada standing before you, wearing a loose blouse that hinted at her growing belly, her skin glowing with that unmistakable radiance of pregnancy, made your heart skip a beat. She looked as beautiful as ever.

Ada smiled nervously, stepping aside to let you in. “You actually came,” she said softly, leading you to her room.

You let out a gentle laugh. “You called.”

“How far along are you?” you asked, your gaze drifting to her belly.

“Three months,” she replied, her voice tinged with a mix of pride and apprehension. “And… I’ll marry Freddie once he’s back from America.”

You couldn’t help but let out a small, exasperated laugh. “Three months? Your belly’s already quite big for three months.”

Ada’s smile widened, and she laughed along with you, but the sound faded quickly. Her expression shifted, her brows knitting together, and before you could ask, she blurted out, “I’m sorry.”

Her voice broke, and tears welled up in her eyes. “I’m so sorry for everything, Y/n. I was so bloody stupid. I didn’t even think about how much I must’ve hurt you. God, I’m so fucking sorry.”

Her tears spilled over, rolling down her freckled cheeks as she sobbed. The sight of her like this—so vulnerable, so broken—shattered your heart into a million pieces. Without thinking, you reached for her hands, taking them in yours and holding them tightly, warming them with your touch.

“Hey, hey,” you cooed softly, your voice steady and soothing. “It’s alright. There’s no need for that now. I’ve forgiven you.”

You reached up, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, and leaned forward to press a gentle kiss to her forehead.

She looked up at you, her eyes shimmering with tears, her lips trembling. Then, without warning, she climbed into your lap, straddling you, and wrapped her arms around your neck. Before you could even process what was happening, her lips were on yours, soft and warm, kissing you with an urgency that left you breathless.

Your mind screamed at you to push her away, to remind her that she had a man waiting for her, that she was going to get married. You wanted to ask her why—why now, why this moment, why you? But her lips were intoxicating, and her presence overwhelmed every logical thought.

Your hands moved instinctively, one resting on the small of her back, the other gently cradling her swelling belly. You held her as if she might disappear at any moment, as if this fleeting, impossible moment would be your last.

You knew it shouldn’t happen. You knew it couldn’t last. But for now, you let yourself fall into her, savoring the kiss, the closeness, the warmth of her. You let yourself have this one moment, this one stolen piece of a dream that would never come true again.

1921

Everyone stood in somber silence at Freddie Thorne’s grave. The weight of his death, brought on by the Spanish Influenza, hung heavily in the air. Not long after marrying Ada and welcoming their son, Karl, Freddie was gone. You glanced at Ada, her face pale and drawn, clutching Karl tightly. The sight of her—now a widow, her child fatherless—twisted something deep in your chest.

As the mourners trickled away, leaving Ada alone with her husband one final time, she passed Karl to Polly. You lingered, unsure if you were staying for her or for yourself. Ada knelt by the grave, her fingers tracing the carved stone, her shoulders trembling as she fought to hold herself together.

“I’m glad you stayed,” she said softly, her eyes fixed on Freddie’s name.

You crossed your arms, trying to mask your own emotions. “I know you probably wanted me to.”

She let out a faint laugh, the sound brittle but familiar. Standing, she dusted off her skirt and turned to face you. Her gaze met yours, and for a moment, you saw the Ada you’d known all your life—the one who had always been so unshakable, so full of fire.

You placed your hands gently on her shoulders. “How about we go back to the field?” you suggested, your voice soft. “The one with the dandelions.”

Ada hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah. I need a break from graves.”

The two of you walked hand in hand, just like you used to when you were children. The path to the field was so familiar that even taking a different route didn’t matter. When you reached it, the sight was exactly as you remembered: a sea of wild dandelions swaying in the breeze, untouched by time.

“This place never changes, does it?” Ada murmured.

“Not at all.”

You both sank onto the soft grass, the silence between you comfortable, the way it always had been. It wasn’t until Ada spoke that the quiet broke.

“I miss him,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

You lowered your head, your own heart aching for her. “I know.”

There was something you’d been holding back, something you wanted to tell her. But now, sitting here with her, you weren’t sure if it was the right time. She’d just lost Freddie, and it felt selfish to bring it up.

Of course, Ada noticed. She always did.

“Y/n,” she said, her sharp eyes locking onto yours. “Is there something you want to tell me?”

You hesitated, then shook your head. “Yeah, but it’s alright. I’ll tell you later. You need a moment.”

Ada frowned, her curiosity piqued. “No, tell me now. I’d rather think about something else for a while.”

You swallowed hard, gathering your courage. “I got engaged last week.”

Ada’s eyes widened slightly, but she quickly forced a smile, reaching out to hug you tightly. Her arms wrapped around you like she was afraid to let go.

“That’s wonderful, Y/n!” she exclaimed, her voice bright but trembling. “Who’s the lucky guy?”

“Nicholas Brown,” you said, trying to sound nonchalant.

Ada pulled back, her eyebrows raised in surprise. “Nicholas Brown? The boy who works at the docks?”

You nodded, a smirk tugging at your lips. “Yep, that Nicholas. The one you used to make fun of for his buck tooth.”

Ada’s laughter bubbled up, and for the first time in what felt like forever, the two of you laughed together. It felt like old times, like nothing had changed.

But as the laughter faded, something stirred in Ada’s chest. A strange, heavy feeling she couldn’t quite name. She wanted to tell you not to marry him, to beg you to stay, but what right did she have? You were moving on, and she was still stuck here, holding onto something she couldn’t have.

You stood up, brushing the dirt off your dress, and offered her your hand. “Come on.”

Ada shook her head. “Nah, I want to sit here a bit longer.”

You didn’t argue. Instead, you gave her a small nod and turned to leave.

“Oh, and Ada,” you called over your shoulder. “The red shoes you bought me? They don’t fit anymore, so I’m giving them to Nicholas’s little sister.”

Ada hummed in acknowledgment, her gaze distant.

As your footsteps faded into the distance, Ada’s eyes fell on a lone dandelion in front of her. She plucked it, turning it between her fingers, and a memory from years ago came rushing back. She smiled faintly at the irony and brought the dandelion to her lips, blowing gently.

The seeds scattered, floating on the breeze in the direction you’d gone. Ada let out a shaky breath, her lips curving into a bittersweet smile.

“Of course, I need you after all huh, Y/n?”

[midnightswithdearkatytspb]

If Tommy were my hot asshole neighbor, I would gladly like to hear how he would like to make it up to me. 😏

Tommy Shelby + Hot Asshole Neighbor

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: none, swearing

@shelbydelrey

You really hate whoever it is that’s moved in next to you. They come and go at all hours of the night, they have absolutely zero respect for the ‘no smoking’ rule, and they always have a guest over who shouts! One of these days, you’re going to meet whoever this asshole is and you’re going to give them a piece of your mind!

Except, you never actually manage to catch them. Your schedules just don’t align it seems, so instead you write a strongly worded letter and tape it to their door. You even sign your name and apartment number, that’s how fed up you are!

Later that week, when you’re relaxing with a bottle of wine and your favorite tv show, there’s a knocking at your door. Letting out a groan, you haul yourself up out of the comfortable confines of your couch and slouch your way to the door.

You throw open the door, very irritated to be interrupted, “Yeah? What do you w-.”

Your words die out quickly as you take in the appearance of the person on the other side. Easily the most tragically handsome man you’ve ever seen is at your door holding the letter you wrote in his hand.

You both stare at each other for a long moment before the man clears his throat, “I got your letter. I wanted to apologize for disturbing you.”

You gape stupidly at him for a moment before it registers in your mind that this is the asshole who’s been driving you nuts these past few weeks.

“Oh, uh,” you stutter out, trying to figure out how to respond. Apparently this is a common occurrence for this man because he smirks at you and waits patiently for the answer, “It’s okay. Just keep it down, yeah?”

He nods and then his eyes are raking up and down your form and you suddenly feel very self conscious wearing only a large t-shirt and booty shorts. There’s something about that hooded stare of his that makes your core clench up in want and anxiety in equal measures.

“Let me make it up to you,” he says, leaning forward into your space to rest against the door frame.

“H-how would you do that?” you ask, trying to draw yourself up to look more confident.

A devilishly handsome grin stretches on his face, “I can think of a few ways.”

…

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