#brummie

[judes-hoe]

HIS FUCKING ACCENT!!!!!! ITS SOO😍😍😍!!!! JUST FUCK MEEEEEEEE!!!!

[nobigneil]

Neil on his RP (Received Pronunciation) accent! The Brummie accent has been voted as "the worst accent in the uk", and Neil has previously stated he ditched it "at about the age of 7" which is hilarious to me considering his twin has kept it!

Credit: cheekylilpupp

[cillianmesoftlyyy]

Take It on the Run Pt. 1 | Tommy Shelby x fem!OC

Summary: Tommy checks out the local cabaret to survey the business potential of the place. You're a dancer and in need of some sort of change.

Warnings: borderline sexism, objectification of sex-workers and female performers, unprotected sex, no aftercare.

🎶 Ode to a Conversation Stuck in Your Throat - Del Water Gap

Author's note: I had to go back to Tommy to get out of my writing slump lol. This is very similar to my previous series but less intense, more lighthearted.

Thomas Shelby takes a deep drink from his glass of Irish Whiskey and lets his eyes wander around the room. He’s not as interested in the show occurring onstage as he is in the number of patrons sitting at the tables around the stage. Most are men, many of them are working class. They’re drinking cheap ale and whistling at the dancers on stage. Tommy takes a note in his notebook and finishes his whiskey. His pale skin takes on a tan hue in the darker light of the bar. He has his hat pulled down over his eyes and slips the notebook back into his pocket. When he finally turns his attention back to the stage, he sees the group of scantily dressed dancers and sighs tightly. This is not really his type of scene- he’d much prefer to be alone, somewhere quiet, private, calm. He’d only come tonight to take notes on the number of patrons, a factor in his future business dealings that may or may not include buying the bar and cabaret in which he was currently sitting. Arthur and John had volunteered to do the survey for him- of course they did- but Tommy needed a clear-headed, realistic description of the place. His brothers couldn’t do that for him, they just couldn’t.

His eyes fell on one of the dancers as she steps up to the microphone stand and starts to sing “Over There."

Johnny get your gun- get your gun. 

Johnny get your gun- get your gun.

Take it on the run- on the run. 

Take it on the run- on the run. 

Hear them calling you and me, every son of liberty. 

She was a plain girl and couldn't have been more than 25 at the oldest. The song she was singing was a war song, one he’d heard in France from the Yankees. Hearing the young woman sing it forced a peculiar feeling in his chest to rise into his throat. He swallowed tightly and flagged the waiter for another drink. He turned back to watch the young woman, his face betraying no thoughts or feelings. He was leaning forward in his chair, his hand propped on his knee. He checked his pocket watch and paid the waiter for his drink.

…

From the stage, you look out at the mass of patrons hooting from their seats. This is not really what you imagined when you pictured your future as a little girl. You’d wanted to perform, and frankly, you were, just not for the right audience. You’d just turned twenty-two and felt decades older as you pranced around in your flapper dress with the low cut v-neck. You may have been the headliner, as you usually were at the cabaret, but it was certainly nothing special. Your name was up in lights but did it count when the cabaret was on a dirty side-street in Birmingham? Obviously, you have a problem with self-deprecation. You’ll have to work on that- note to self. 

But as you sing, the steaming spotlights blind you from everything except for one patron sitting near the center of the audience. You can only make out a shape, like a black silhouette, but you can tell it's a man. When the spotlight moves, your eyes adjust and faces become clear again. Your eyes return back to the man and this time you can see his cap pulled down over his eyes and the way he lies his forearms on the table as he holds his cigarette. When the routine ends, you bow, your hand covering your cleavage as you bend over. When you look up again, the man is staring at you, clapping slowly like he’s from a different point in time and space entirely. You regard him curiously as you straighten up. Cheers and whistles berate you as you hurry offstage.    

It doesn’t take long for your boss to find you backstage. 

“Diana,” he starts, brushing off a thin layer of sweat from his balding forehead, “there’s a patron that wants to meet you… he's one of the Peaky Blinders.” 

You turn, your brows furrow skeptically. “Peaky Blinders? What’s that?” 

“You-you don’t know? Eh well they’re basically the most powerful gang in Birmingham, Diana. They’re the ones that run the illegal gambling rings and whiskey dealings.” 

“And someone from the Peaky Blinders wants to meet me?” You clarify, a note of distaste and disbelief in your tone. 

Your boss nods and shrugs hesitantly, “Seems like it. I mean I can tell him that you’re not feeling well, I’ll say whatever you want, but…” he trails off. You stare at him for a moment, your morbid curiosity piqued. 

“Well… I guess I’ll meet him. Tell him that I’ll come out once everyone leaves. Can he wait?” 

Your boss nods and turns away to relay the message. He returns after a few minutes and nods, confirming that the man will wait. Exhaling, you pinch the bridge of your nose and try to prepare yourself for whatever the man may want- god forbid. To be completely honest, you’re tired. You’re dead tired. Work at the cabaret is exhausting and emotionally taxing. The spotlights may hide the eye bags and shaky muscles but that doesn’t mean they aren’t there. You adjust your makeup to hide the purple circles beneath your eyes before you force yourself to stand and greet the strange visitor.

…

Tommy is lighting another cigarette when he sees the velvet curtain shift and a person steps out from behind it. Looking over the end of his cigarette, he sees you step down from the stage and approach him slowly, your expression neutral. Tommy sits silently as he watches you approach his table, the last patron left in the establishment after closing. You stop on the opposite side of the table, your eyes unable to rest on his face for longer than a few seconds. 

“My boss told me that you wanted to meet me…” you say as your hands rest on the edge of the seat. Tommy looks up at you from his seat, his face finally fully visible beneath the shadow of his Peaky cap. 

“Yes, I did want to meet you,” Tommy responds coolly, his eyes on yours. 

You take a deep breath, unsure what to say next. “You’re a Peaky Blinder?” 

Tommy smiles slightly and tilts his head to the side in a curious manner as he responds, “I am. You’ve never heard of us?” 

“No, I try not to get involved in business outside of the cabaret,” you respond, trying to gauge what kind of person he is and whether or not he’s trustworthy. Tommy raises a dark eyebrow and adjusts himself in his seat, a deep sigh escaping his puffy lips. 

“That’s smart. Most people would be better off keeping their heads down… but sometimes business has a way of finding you, whether you’re looking for it or not. Just like trouble." Tommy’s eyes return to yours as he says the last line.  

“So this is a business proposition?” You ask, gesturing between the two of you. 

Tommy pauses for a moment and takes a sip of his whiskey. His eyes leave yours as he considers your question. Finally, his chlorine-blue eyes meet yours, a new expression visible beneath his eyelashes. 

“In a way, you could say that. I’m… interested in you,” Tommy explains slowly. 

“And I suppose I should be flattered,” you add, your eyes narrowing down at Tommy. 

Tommy chuckles and shakes his head before he finally responds. 

“Most women would consider it a compliment to be told that they’ve caught the attention of a Peaky Blinder.”

“Unfortunately, I’m not like most women,” you shake your head softly. 

Tommy nods slowly, his eyes leaving yours as he thinks. “Hmm, that much is true but you wouldn’t be my type if you were ‘most women’.” 

You try not to roll your eyes at his response and smile down at yourself, unable to take him seriously.  

“Well the problem is that I’d much rather be like most women,” you open your small pocketbook to find a cigarette. “My line of work isn’t exactly ideal.” 

Tommy raises his eyebrow and drums his fingertips against the sticky tabletop. He watches you rummage around in your handbook and pulls out his gold embossed cigarette case. He holds the case open for you, offering you one of his own cigarettes. You hesitate before taking a cigarette, meeting his eyes slowly again. He takes a drag of his cigarette and watches as you find your lighter and strike a flame. 

“A woman as talented and captivating as you can have whatever she wants. Why settle for being like most women?” Tommy’s brows furrow as he taps his cigarette over the ashtray by his elbow. 

“The safety… the normalcy,” you light your cigarette and place it between your lips. “I’m a dancer, most men see me as one step up from a common whore.” 

His eyes follow the way you place your cigarette between your pretty pink lips and he nods finally, taking a deep breath. 

“Safety and normalcy are vastly overrated. And for the record I can think of several steps between a cabaret dancer and a common whore.” 

You give him an appreciative smile and pull out your chair to sit down opposite him at the table. You tap your cigarette over the ashtray by his elbow, your bare forearm nearly brushing his coat sleeve. He looks down, following your arm with his eyes as he takes another drag. 

“Well,” you start as you exhale a thin stream of smoke, “are you going to tell me your name?” There’s a hint of a smile tugging at your lips. 

Tommy’s eyes almost darken as he watches you bring the cigarette back to your lips. He allows himself to smile softly, glancing away and then back at you. 

“Thomas Shelby. People call me Tommy… or Mr. Shelby.” 

“Well, Mr. Shelby, what can I do for you?” You bring the conversation back to its original purpose, still morbidly curious why he wanted to meet you. 

“I wanted to get to know you better… I’m not usually interested in women but you grabbed my attention.” 

“Was it the low cut dress?” You respond nonchalantly, your free hand brushing over the deep V-neck of your dress. 

Tommy laughs and rubs his thumb over his lips, shaking his head. “It certainly didn’t hurt.” 

You shrug and cross your legs beneath the table, “at least you’re an honest criminal…” 

Tommy takes a sip of his whiskey and smirks, laughing again. “I find it's best to be upfront about who I am… no point in pretending to be a good man when I'm not.” 

You regard him carefully, your foot jostling nervously beneath the table. “You don’t consider yourself a good man?” 

Tommy’s expression darkens and his lips pull back tightly. He downs the rest of the whiskey in his glass before pouring another one. He leans back in his chair, thinking of a response. 

“I think ��good’ and ‘bad’ are relative terms. I think I’m a man with ambition and the will to achieve my goals. But some of those goals may not be what most people consider… ‘good.’” 

“Cheers to that,” you raise your cigarette and Tommy chuckles, raising his glass of whiskey back. 

“And what about you? Do you consider yourself a good person?” Tommy asks after taking a sip of his drink. 

“I don’t think it matters anymore,” you shrug and take a drag of your cigarette.

Tommy clears his throat and sets his glass down. “Why not?” 

“To most of the men here, I’m just a dancer. And after years of feeling less than human, I've lost any sense of introspection.” 

Tommy regards you closely, his eyes focused but look relaxed.

“And yet, you don’t act as if you feel less than. I can’t imagine you’re as shallow as most of the men in this room think you are.” 

You blow out a skinny cloud of smoke and it wavers around Tommy’s face like a gray serpent. “Funny,” you smile softly, “I didn’t peg you as an optimist.” 

He chuckles and shakes his head slowly, “I’m not much of an optimist. I’m more of a realist. And any man with a brain should know there’s more to you lot than pretty faces and a pair of legs.” 

You give a snort of laughter and stub out your cigarette. You don’t know what to say at first so you twist your mouth to the side, thinking. 

“Thank you.”

He gives you a short nod, “You get used to men not seeing you as the person you are. I won’t claim to know you, but I know you’re not the type of woman who’s content being just an object for the men in this room to ogle at.” 

 You nod, appreciating his perspective, especially coming from a man. “It pays the bills,” you shrug. 

There’s something about that moment between you. The cabaret is empty besides the two of you and everything is still and quiet. You suddenly feel so close like the space around you has shrunk. Though a table separates your two bodies, Tommy’s eyes push in with the cold severity of a cement wall. 

“Do you have a boyfriend?” Tommy finally breaks the silence, his voice is low and straightforward. 

You stare at Tommy for a moment, your breath caught in your throat. Finally, you shake your head. 

“No.” 

He nods, his eyes lingering on your face. The way your hair is shorter than your shoulders, the faint hint of rouge left on your lips, the way your dress clings to your body… it makes his skin grow hot. 

“Do you want one?” He asks, his voice low. 

Your heart starts to hammer against your chest and you take a sudden breath. Your instincts are suddenly silent like the system has been overrun. 

“I don’t know…” you whisper. 

He gazes back at you intently, watching your reactions to his question. The way your breath hitches slightly, the rise and fall of your chest, your lips parting ever so slightly.

“Do you want me to be more plain with my question?” He asks quietly, gently, like he’s addressing a child. 

You regard him curiously and not knowing what to say, you say nothing. Tommy doesn’t even wait for an answer before he speaks. He leans forward, his chest pressing into the edge of the table. His eyes are locked on yours.

“I want you.” 

“That,” you start shakily, “isn’t a question.” 

Tommy takes in the way your cheekbones glow with color and how your neck flushes. He nods and meets your eyes again, serious. 

“No, it isn’t.” 

The way he says it sounds so effortless, so normal. You take a breath and shake your head, forcing some sense back into the situation.

“You don’t even know my name,” you argue. 

Tommy looks down, smiling softly. When he looks back up, he’s still smiling. 

“I asked your boss.” Tommy stands and trails his finger around the rim of his glass. One of his hands stays in his pocket as he clears his throat. “Your name is Diana.” 

“So you do know my name,” you look up at Tommy. Your heart seems to forget its original rhythm and hammers at an uncomfortable pace.

“Yes, I know your name, Diana.” He repeats your name and the way he says it sounds so sexy. He’s leaning across the table now, his arms crossed against his chest. 

“So you asked me to meet you just to tell me that you want to fuck me?” You clarify, your eyes narrowing. He’s not surprised by your bluntness. He’s heard much worse when talking to other gang members and criminals. He shrugs and clears his throat softly. 

“That was my initial intention.”

“And what is it now?” 

Tommy looks at you for a long moment, his eyes moving slowly across your face, taking you in. Your gaze is strong, but he can sense that beneath it there’s a hint of uncertainty. He lowers his voice as he answers.

“Now… I want more.” 

“And what makes you think I’ll give you what you want?” You mutter up at him. 

He’s acutely aware of how close your lips are now to his. It’d be so easy to reach out and pull you to him, over the table. He can almost hear your heart hammering in your chest and he can smell your perfume, your sweat. His eyes wander over your face, his voice low as he answers.

“Because you’re not saying no.” 

“I could say ‘no’ right now.” You threaten, whispering now. 

He places his palms on the table and leans down. He hears the lack of conviction in your voice. He's close enough now that he can feel the heat coming off your body, see the way your breathing is quickening, and his own body is reacting to your nearness.

“Then do it. Go on, say no.”  

“And what if I do…” Your voice drops off at the end like an open ended question. Tommy lets his gaze drop to your mouth briefly, seeing the way your lips fall open at the end of your sentence. His heart might be beating slightly faster but he’s completely relaxed as he leans even closer. 

“You won’t,” he says quietly but with calm conviction, his breath tickling your nose. 

“Are you always this arrogant?” You ask, too aware of the closeness of his lips. You can feel your heartbeat in your cunt, throbbing in time with your pulse. Tommy sees the way your lashes flutter against your cheeks as you blink, his voice just as soft.

“Only when I know I’m right.” He pulls back and steps around the table towards you.

“And are you very frequently right?” You press, trying to ignore the growing tension between your bodies. His cheekbones look deeper in the offcast shadow from the bar’s electric lanterns. 

He smiles slightly at you, amused. He doesn’t answer you right away, just stares down at your lips. Just before he closes the distance between your mouths, he murmurs, “almost always.” 

You feel him kiss you. The movement is fluid and deep like he’s breathing you in like a cigarette. He pulls you up from your chair and holds the place above your ribs with a gentle yet assertive touch. Your hands start on his elbows and slide up to his shoulders. The fabric of his shoulders bunch up as he holds you. When you kiss him back he immediately takes control, parting your lips with his tongue. Your lips are soft and hot against his and your breath is ragged against his face. 

He tilts your head back with one of his hands by cupping the back of your neck beneath your bob. You’re leaning back against the table when you push his hat off his head and slide your hand into his hair. Tommy groans softly against your lips and cups your jaw in his hand. 

“Can I fuck you?” He breaks the kiss you ask against your lips. His voice is gravelly and deep, like what you’d imagine coals sound like when they’re shifted over a fire. You gasp against his lips, feeling a shock through your throbbing cunt at his words. You normally don’t do this. But… 

“Yes,” you whisper and nod against his face, your noses crushed against each other. He takes a breath before slowly starting to kiss you again. 

“Here?” You ask breathlessly, looking around at the empty cabaret.

“It’s as good a place as any…” he responds calmly and kisses you again, his other hand cupping the other side of your face. You smile and laugh softly against his lips, nodding. 

“I only ask one thing,” you break the kiss again as he presses his body against yours. 

“What is it?” His eyes are closed as he bites your bottom lip and releases it. 

“You won’t pay me afterwards. I’m not a whore. I’m not doing this for any favors.” 

Tommy chuckles and moves his hands to your waist, picking you up and dropping you down on the table behind you. 

“As you wish.”

He immediately slots himself between your knees and rolls up the skirt of your short flapper dress as he starts to kiss you again. You push off his jacket over his arms and pull him closer by the neck of his vest. 

Once his jacket is off, he pushes against you again and reaches under your skirt to unclip your garters. The bands snap against your thighs and he groans quietly against your lips at the noise of them hitting your bare skin. He guides your back down to the table, kissing you deeply as he pulls down your silk underwear. 

You’re panting as you feel Tommy slowly pull down your underwear down your thighs. He stops kissing you to watch your reaction as your underwear slips over your knees. You both exhale simultaneously as your underwear slips down to your ankles and finally comes off. His hands then slide up your thighs, his eyes still on yours. In one quick motion, he spreads your legs and presses his hips against yours. You gasp when you feel his large erection through his trousers 

“You’ll be alright,” he mutters before he crushes his lips against yours, harder than before. He undoes the button at his crotch and opens his boxers with one hand with expert ease. You pull him closer, gasping when he enters you a bit too forcibly for his size. 

“There you go,” he whispers, breaking the kiss to exhale against you. Your stomach tenses in pain and you whimper tightly. Tommy slows his thrusts down only slightly and puts his hand beneath your head to support it. His other hand holds your thigh up to rest at his hip. You moan and grip the fabric of his dress shirt on his shoulders as it starts to feel better. Tommy moves his mouth down to nip at the skin beneath your jaw. His thrusts get progressively stronger, leaving you gasping against his ear. 

Tommy moves his hands down to your hips and holds them in place as he moves, lifting his chest from yours. His jaw is clenched as he puts space between you. You cover your mouth with your hand as you start to cry out in pleasure. Tommy chuckles down at you, his grunts and groans are dark and low. He says nothing as he goes deeper, his hands pulling your hips closer to the edge of the table. 

You feel your pelvic muscles contract as a wave of pleasure comes over you. Your heart’s racing and you can feel sweat pool between your breasts. Tommy leans down again as he feels you get closer and nips down your neck again, his teeth barely scraping over your skin. He kisses your collarbone and pants against the shelf of it. 

“That’s it, girl,” Tommy groans against you, his fingers digging into your upper thigh. 

“Mr. Shelby,” you gasp against his scalp, feeling a climactic surge of energy through your body.

“It’s alright, girl. You’re alright,” he nods reassuringly. His words pull an internal trigger in your body and you orgasm. In your orgasm, you grab the back of his neck. Feeling your grip, Tommy raises his head to look into your eyes and watch you cum. Your mouth falls open in a way that makes him shiver in pleasure. His hips slow as you ride your climax and he starts to feel his. He thrusts deeply into you, his hips rutting against you with reserved power. 

“Open your eyes,” he mutters and presses his thumb against your bottom lip, pulling it down to expose your row of bottom teeth. Your eyes flutter open and you see him looking at you. His gaze is nearly as penetrating as his cock.

Without giving you further instructions, he looks down into your eyes, his mouth open in a sigh. With a few more deep, slow thrusts, he finishes. He groans softly and lowers his face to yours but doesn’t kiss you. After a second of sharing breath, he pulls back and pulls out. He fixes himself back into his clothes and shrugs his jacket on once again. You sit up slowly, your thighs and abdomen shaking. 

Tommy bends over and takes his cap from the floor and secures it onto his head. He hands you your underwear and looks away respectfully as you pull your underwear back on and clip your garters back to your garter belt. 

“Alright?” Tommy nods at you as he looks over his shoulder, ensuring that the cabaret is still empty. 

“Jesus Christ, Mr. Shelby,” you fix your hair quickly and push the skirt of your dress back down. “Ever a businessman, aren’t you?” 

Tommy chuckles and offers his hand to help you down from the table. His eyes study your face down to your body. 

“I try to stay efficient…” he mutters with a small smirk. 

“Of course,” you smile softly back and smooth down your dress. Tommy chuckles again and shakes his head, enjoying your attitude. He leans in close to your ear.

“Thank you for your company this evening,” he whispers and pulls back to see your face. You blush and nod once. 

“My pleasure, anything for a Peaky Blinder.” 

“You tease me,” Tommy drops your hand with a chuckle and fixes his suit lapels.

“Yes,” you nod and take a few steps back towards the stairs of the stage. Tommy turns in the opposite way at first and then turns, slightly surprised to see you turn back to the stage. 

“Live here, do you?” He asks, half joking. You look between him and the stage and shrug nonchalantly.

“It’s affordable.” 

“Right.” He nods and takes a cigarette from his cigarette case. You watch him in silence as he switches the case for a lighter and lights the end of the cigarette. 

“Will you be back to watch my shows?” You ask, and it surprises you that you almost hope that he says yes. You want him to treat you suddenly like all of the other men in the cabaret, to adore you. Tommy clicks the lighter closed and slips it back into his pocket. His brows are furrowed when he finally looks back to you. 

“It’s not really my… thing,” Tommy gestures loosely with his cigarette. You nod in understanding and turn your back to him as you climb the stairs up to the stage. 

“Well, it was nice meeting you, Mr. Shelby,” you call over your shoulder. Tommy grins around his cigarette as he watches you cross the stage. 

“Goodnight, Diana,” he calls back and after a few moments of watching you retreat backstage, he exits the cabaret. On the street outside of the cabaret, Tommy takes a drag of his cigarette and looks back at the small building. Your name is spelled out on a hand painted sign. He runs his hand over his mouth and exhales a slow line of smoke. He contemplates going back inside, finding the girl, finding you. For what reason? He can’t say. 

The lights start to go out inside the cabaret and Tommy watches them as he smokes his cigarette down to a stump.

[katieo1022]

Part III

[birminghamuk49]

[thenebulanebula]

Seen in Birmingham

[aneverydaything]

Day 2044, 27 January 2024

[rubenwhitteractor]

By First Ade Kit in Birmingham, 2023

[doctor-mccoys-sanity]

guys… scouser remus… let that sink in

[princessmisery666]

@letsby “trying to do in peaky blinders” 🤣

ok i absolutely need to know what accents u all have pls reblog and tell me or comment or whatever I must know

[rawshutterbug]

Brindleyplace At NightACRYLIC

PICTURE ID: #540642

In the evening at Brindleyplace with the Christmas lights burning. Restaurants located on the canal, gas street basin. A place to get away from the hustle and bustle of the Birmingham City centre. An iconic place with lots of yearly events like the Chilli Festival and Dragon boat race.

[batmanbeyondrocks]

UK Accents In This Video Manchester - Mancunian, London Birmingham - Brummie

Liverpool - Scouse

Northern Ireland - Northern Irish

Credit: @bessanolan

[katieo1022]

Part IV

[zablife]

Another well constructed chapter with flawless storytelling! (I've written you a novel about it, but I had so many thoughts as I read!) I esp enjoyed the way you handled the flashback sequences. As we glimpse more of Tommy's vulnerable side, I wondered when she might pay for it and her choice to run away is clearly the time. I see now how the stallion and mare foreshadowing is coming into play and I'm truly frightened for the reader. Tommy knows everything that goes on in his city and I fear she won't make it far without him finding her. As he's told her before, she isn't good at hiding 😬

I also have to mention the expert way you've handled the change in Y/n and how she appears to understand the way Tommy's game is played, pivoting to sex as a distraction. I love how you dig into her psyche when she examines her motives for doing so later, the guilt and remorse over her actions flooding her mind. It's interesting to note how she compares herself to Tommy tho which proves how diff they are, but also shows how much he's made her doubt herself.

And the moment during sex when she could make a move for the knife and consciously allows it to slip away!! You could have made that scene a simple punishment with the belt or a rape scene which leaves her broken, but you wrote it as an intricate power play between husband and wife which I found utterly intriguing. Well done, darl!

Finally, *chefs kiss* for including Heaven, one of my fave OCs! I think you captured her beautifully! Her warning about Tommy was chilling and so well timed within the scene. Tommy's venomous tirade about her was lovely as well and you can tell how much he dislikes even the slightest push against his authority. Looking forward to Ch. 6 already!

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Killing Me Softly (PART FIVE/ DARK!TOMMY)

Summary: Some unexpected news sends you into turmoil. With only one person to blame for the information being withheld from you, the evening ends with someone getting hurt.

Warnings: Language, violence, mentions of blood, smut, angst, controlling behaviour, toxic relationship, psychological mind games, psychological abuse, Dark!Tommy (this is a dark fic, please read the warnings before continuing)

Writers note: This chapter starts where the flashback in chapter one ended. There is then another flashback to what happened that day, until we return to the present again. There is a small cameo from my lovely mutual @call-sign-shark OC, Heaven. Her presence in this chapter is very fitting to the story as she will be the one to give the reader an ominous warning. If you haven't already checked out the series "Heaven In Your Eyes" (Arthur Shelby x Reader/ OC Heaven) then please do, it's an incredible series and so beautifully written.

" Tommy please, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, wait...wait!"

With the bloodied knife in his hand Tommy pushed you up against the closed door of your bedroom, the handle digging into your lower back as his other hand wrapped around your throat.

" Tut tut, now don't you start crying darling, you brought this upon yourself. Go on, look down, look at what you did" he said grabbing your face, his bloody fingers digging into your cheeks as he made you look at the large gash on his forearm.

"Tommy please..." You pleaded, an unstoppable flow of tears streaming down your face as you looked down at his bloodied arm.

" Don't worry love, I won't cut you, don't want to scar my pretty little wife's skin" he smiled darkly as he dropped the knife on the floor. "But I will punish you" he added, anger in his face as he started unbuckling his belt, your eyes widening in fear as he smirked at your reaction. "A good hiding never hurt anyone sweetheart, you'll thank me when it's over" he said turning you around, your cheek flat against the door as he lifted your night gown, your naked body now on display.

" Tommy I'm sorry, I love you, don't do this" you begged trying to reach for him.

" What was that?" he asked, his face inches from yours, his breath hot against your skin.

" I love you Tommy"

"And I love you darling" he chuckled placing a kiss to your cheek, his lips forming a smile against your soft skin as his hand caressed your exposed skin. Getting his belt ready, Tommy folded it in half as he brought it up into the air, his head tilted as a smirk spread across his face whilst he looked down at your uncovered body.

" Tommy wait!" You pleaded once more, quickly turning around to face him. Cupping his cheeks you crashed you lips onto his as he grabbed the back of your neck pulling you away from him, a look of confusion on his face at your sudden show of desire.

" Tommy, please" you said as you stroked the side of his face, trying to calm the anger rising inside him, only for him to scoff in response at your pathetic attempt to make him stop. You don't know why you did it, maybe you had become as twisted as him, learning his ways of manipulation. Or maybe you desperately wanted to feel something, anything after weeks of feeling so empty and alone. Bringing your hand towards your body, you started undoing the front of your gown, your eyes hooded as you traced your collarbone with your trembling fingers. Lust quickly filling his eyes, Tommy swallowed harshly as he let go of the belt in his hand, dropping it to the floor with a loud thud. Moving his hand up your stomach Tommy cupped your breast, gently squeezing it in his palm as he watched you close your eyes in response, a quiet moan leaving your lips. Feeling his mouth go dry, Tommy gazed at you as your body melted under his touch. You was giving yourself to him willingly. He had waited for this moment for so long that nothing would stop him now...he was going to have you.

Flashback to earlier that day...

Laying in the bath you closed your eyes as you leaned back further, the water now muffling the sound of the workmen downstairs preparing for the event Tommy had planned for tonight. You breathed in deeply, your hands gliding along the bubbles that encircled you, peace, finally. The last few days had been a lot easier since you relented to Tommy's control. You understood the rules of your relationship, you was to do as he wished as he wanted, never to talk back, never to disobey, always be the dutiful wife, a trophy on his arm.

"Y/N" Tommy said standing over you in the bath. "Y/N" he repeated once again. Opening your eyes you abruptly sat up to see your husband glaring down at you, his jaw clenched as he looked over your body, your soap covered breasts fully on display teasing the frustration that had built up in him over the past month.

" Tommy" you replied in surprise as you slipped back down into the water to cover your body. Bending down next to the bath, Tommy dipped his hand into the water, rubbing the bubbles between his fingers as he looked back at you.

" Everyone will be arriving in an hour" he said as he took in your flushed face, his stare reddening you cheeks even more as his fingers glided along the water.

" I'll be ready in time Tommy, I promise" you said as you watched him pick up the sponge from the side of the bath, soaking it in the water.

" There will be a lot of important people at this event, I want you to be on your best behaviour" he added as he brought the sponge up to your shoulder, gently brushing it along your arm.

" I will Tommy" you nodded as you watched his eyes look over your body, the bubbles slowly starting to disintegrate around you. " The waters getting cold, I should get out"

" Seems alright to me" Tommy replied, dipping his hand back into the bath to check its temperature.

" I have to get ready. I want to make myself pretty for you" you said smiling to him as Tommy let out a small chuckle In response.

" You're always pretty Y/N" he replied standing up, walking back to the door, his shoulder now leaning against the frame as he waited for you to get out. With no towel within your reach you stayed seated in the bath as Tommy looked back at you, watching the apprehension grow in your face.

" Do you need this?" He asked looking at the neatly folded towel on the chair next to him. Nodding, your eyes darted between him and your arm covering your chest.

"Well come get it then" he replied, a dark grin spreading across his face as he watched your nervousness.

"I'll put water everywhere" you said looking to him, swallowing harshly at his words. Taking pity on your shyness Tommy reached for the towel and passed it to you.

" Thank you" you replied, wrapping it around your body as you stood up making your way to your vanity, your husband following behind you.

" You're so beautiful Y/N" he said as he stood behind you whilst you sat at the dressing table brushing your hair. Nuzzling his head into your neck, Tommy kissed along your jaw as his hands came down over your shoulders, inching ever closer to the towel wrapped around your body.

"Mr Shelby, there's a problem with the band" a voice said from behind the door as Tommy's hands came to a stop.

" Can it not fucking wait?" he replied placing his hands to his hips in frustration as he turned to look at the door.

" Mr Shelby, they're saying they will leave if they don't get paid upfront"

" Fuck sake, can I never have a moment alone with my wife" Tommy muttered under his breath as he looked at you in the reflection of the mirror staring back at him. Sending him a small smile, Tommy pushed the hair away from your neck as he leant down to place a kiss to your cheek.

The moment the door to the bedroom shut, you slumped back into your chair, your fingers coming up to pinch between your brows. You only had yourself to blame, you thought as you searched for the girl you once was in the mirror In front of you. You agreed to this, you chose this life and now you had to deal with the consequences of your rushed decision. Paint on a smile and carry on, that's what you was always taught, you thought to yourself as you stared your reflection down. With no other option that's exactly what you did, you painted on a smile like any dutiful obedient wife would.

Walking down into the foyer, you looked around at the many guests that had now filled the once empty space. An evening for people to make new contacts, make business deals, introduce themselves into the political world, a world Tommy envisaged himself in with you by his side.

"Well Mr Shelby, you certainly are a lucky man" a gentleman standing next to him said as he nodded in your direction. Turning around Tommy's eyes widened at your choice of dress, a dress he had picked for you to wear for him in private. A dark silk green gown that dipped at the back with a long slit at the front that reached your upper thigh.

" Excuse me" Tommy said, anger in his voice as he clenched his fist at the man's perverted thoughts. With one hand holding tightly onto the bottom of the bannister you watched as your husband stormed over to you.

" What are you wearing?" Tommy said quietly as he pushed himself up against you, covering your body to anyone who dared to look at you.

" Tommy it's the only evening gown I have" you said nervously as you looked at the irritation spreading across his face.

"A dress I brought for my eyes only, not for these old fucks gawking at you. Are you enjoying it? Them staring at you like that? Tommy seethed as his hand started to dig into your lower back. " You're upsetting me Y/N and you know what happens when I get upset. Go change" he said turning you around as you nodded profusely.

" Y/N, darling" Polly said grabbing your arm, spinning you around. " Wow, look at you, you look beautiful love" she said holding your arm out so she could get a better view of your dress. " Very chic" she smiled winking to you. " Come on let's get a drink" she said as your eyes darted to Tommy, panic started to set in as your husband stared you down. You would certainly pay for your disobedience later, you thought to yourself as you walked away from him, his eyes piercing into you.

" Hey you" Ada said as she approached you. " You ok? You look exhausted" she asked, her hand on your arm as concern filled her eyes.

" I'm fine, just not sleeping well that's all"

"I understand, you must be so worried"

" Worried?" You questioned confused.

" Your mum being in hospital and everything. She's getting the best help possible Y/N, Tommy's making sure of it. I know it's been almost two weeks since she's been in there, but she'll be out soon" Ada said, looking at you sympathetically as tears built up in your eyes. " Oh for god's sake, no no no, those are supposed to go over there, by the table with the rest of the food. Sorry hun, we'll catch up later, ok?" she called out, as she followed one of the waiters carrying a silver tray of canapés.

Your mother's sick. Holding onto the closest thing to you, your body felt like it had collapsed in on itself as you scrambled to grab a glass of champagne on the table beside you. Downing it in one you picked up another as you looked over to Tommy staring at you, pinching the bottom of his lip. You was making a fool of yourself he thought as he watched your grab a third glass of champagne. He told you to behave and you hadn't listened...his wife a drunk mess, what an embarrassment. Downing the third glass, you glared back at Tommy, you knew this was all his doing. Your anger was close to boiling over as you clutched onto the glass in your hand. How could he not have told you your mother was sick, you thought to yourself as you found your feet marching towards him, Tommy completely unaware of you closing in on him as he talked to one of the many guests he had invited. You didn't care if you made a scene, in fact you wanted to, you wanted everyone to see the lengths your husband had gone to make your life miserable. Just as you was about to reach him you felt someone grab your arm turning you around.

" Y/N" Arthur said stopping you. "Come here, I want you to meet someone" he continued, his arm around your shoulder as you glanced back at Tommy, your opportunity taken away.

" Y/N, meet my little slice of Heaven" Arthur said letting go of you as he approached a young woman in front of you." My Angel" he said wrapping his arm around her waist as he nuzzled his nose into her neck whilst she giggled in delight.

"It's so nice to finally meet you Y/N" she said brushing her ivory white locks behind her shoulder as her porcelain skin glistened under the candle light. She was mesmerising, Arthur was right, she was an angel.

" Oi, get back here, I'm bloody dying of thirst" Arthur shouted as he chased down a waiter, leaving you alone with Heaven.

" You fell off your horse" she said narrowing her eyes in at someone behind you as your brow scrunched in confusion. How did she know that? Gently taking your hand into hers, you watched her fingers trace over the redness of you skin as she lovingly rubbed away the pain.

" Better?" She smiled, as you moved your wrist in circles, the soreness suddenly vanishing.

"How did you.." you started to say until Heaven pulled you close to her, your stare fixed on the figure approaching you both in the reflection of her eyes.

" Fire burns endlessly in Y/N. He will never let you go. He will hunt you down and live forever through you" she whispered into your ear letting go of you arm as you felt the familiar hand of your husband on your lower back.

" You ladies getting along" Arthur approached with a drink in his hand winking to you both.

" Arthur...Heaven" Tommy said as he cleared his throat, disdain in his voice at her name. The tension was palpable, it was a stand-off piercing stares between Tommy and Heaven as you and Arthur silently looked on.

" Come on darling we have people to meet" Tommy said turning to you, guiding you to the center of the foyer as Heaven's eyes quickly darted to you, panic in her face as she watched you walk away from her.

"What were you doing talking to that witch?" Tommy seethed as he grabbed your arm, bringing you closer to him. " She's the Devil's bride, straight from hell, did she touch you?" he asked as he glared at the long haired woman once more, fear and superstition engulfing his thoughts.

" The only one straight from hell is you" you replied through gritted teeth as you pushed him off you. " You evil bastard, how dare you not tell me about my mother being sick.

" What the fuck did you just call me, eh?" Tommy said grabbing you forcefully by the arm as he dragged you into a small closet room.

" My own mother Tommy" you cried as he shut the door behind you. " My own fucking mother!" you said lunging at him as you repeatedly hit him in the chest. Wrapping his arms around you, he held onto you tightly as your knees went weak.

" I didn't tell you because of how you would react, you see how you get? Look at you Y/N, you need me, you're too emotional to make decisions for yourself. Your mother will be released from hospital in a few days, and if you behave we will go visit her, ok?" Tommy said as he held you out in front of him, your shoulders limp as you nodded to his words, defeated once again.

"Understood?"

" Yes Tommy"

Brushing the tears from your face, Tommy's smile suddenly dropped as he grabbed hold of your chin.

" I'll let this time slide, you're clearly unstable after hearing about your mother. But I warn you Y/N embarrass me like that again, and I'll make sure it's the last time you're ever seen in public" he reiterated as he held tightly onto you chin, your tears falling onto his hand, as his eyes pierced in to you.

Straightening his Tux out Tommy opened the door to the closet, clearing his throat as he walked out.

" Minister, have you met my wife" Tommy said turning around to face you, his hand out waiting for you as you brushed away your tears, a smile painted on your face.

Standing at the kitchen counter you grabbed hold off the whiskey bottle in front of you, staring it down. Another wouldn't hurt you thought to yourself as you poured the bitter liquor into your empty glass. Everyone had left the party a few hours ago, and you had played the role you was supposed to play. You smiled, you laughed you listened to the endless talk of current political matters, all the time Tommy standing next to you, his hand possessively resting on your lower back for the remainder of the night. Now you found yourself alone in the dark, trying to fill the emptiness inside you, the moonlight dancing on your skin each time you raised the glass to your lips.

" Why are you not in bed? " you heard your husbands voice say, his presence being made known by the smell of tobacco filling the air, suffocating your lungs like the invisible hand you constantly felt around your neck . How long had he be standing there, watching you? You questioned, keeping your back to him.

" I asked you a question" Tommy said irritated like a parent scolding their unruly child. Clenching your fist, your jaw tightened as your eyes filled with tears, the knife laying beside you calling your name. Moving your hand slowly along the marble surface you laced your fingers around the handle, clutching it tightly as you whole body began to tremble.

"Y/N" Tommy said again as you turned around, the knife now in your hand, pointing in his direction. A smile forming on his lips Tommy let out a dark laugh as he put his hands in his pockets, slowly approaching you as anger flashed across your face at his dismissive response.

" Go on then" he said as he got closer " I dare your" he taunted you as a smirk formed on the corner of his mouth, the blade of the knife only inches away from his uncovered stomach.

" You're killing me Tommy " you sobbed as he stared you down, his eyes never once moving from yours, unbothered by the knife gripped tightly in your hand.

"I'll make it easier for you" he said closing the gap between him and the blade as he looked down at it slowly piercing into his skin, a trail of blood seeping down his stomach as he hissed at the pain, a look of relief spreading across his face. Looking down in horror you dropped the knife to your side as you looked at your husband's red stained skin. Tommy suddenly reached up, grabbing the back of your head as he pushed his face up against the side of your cheek.

" You're all talk sweetheart" he whispered in your ear mocking you, his grip on you hair painfully tight against your scalp. With one swift movement you pushed him away bringing the knife down onto his arm.

" You bitch!..." Tommy yelled, placing his hand to the gash on his arm as blood dropped on to the kitchen floor, staining the white concrete tiles beneath him. Dropping the knife you brought your hand up to your mouth as you stumbled back in shock at what you had done. You watched as fury grew in his eyes, an unstoppable anger building inside him. Not knowing what else to do you ran past him as he tried to grab hold of your arm, his bloody hands slipping from you as you ran towards the stairs.

"Y/N!! Y/N!!" He shouted at the top of his voice, his words booming from wall to wall. Picking up the knife from the floor Tommy looked down at his bloodied arm as he clenched his grip around the handle. A sudden calmness washed over him as he walked out into the foyer, his posture straightening out as he got to the bottom of the stairs. With his blackened stare looking up at the steps in front of him a devilish smirk grew on his lips as he started making his way up to the second floor.

" Y/N Ohh Y/N"

End of flashback...

Unable to hold back any more Tommy crashed his lips back onto yours as he fumbled to undo the rest of your night dress.

" You've wanted it all this time, haven't you?" He said pressing his hard length into your pelvis. "Say it Y/N?" He groaned against your neck as his thumb brushed against your swollen lips, grazing your teeth.

" I have...Tommy, please" you moaned back as he frantically undid his suit trousers, pushing them down to his knees.

" Hurry" you whined as you hooked your leg around him.

" Don't worry darling, I'll give you what you want" he replied with a low chuckle as he pulled your dress further up. Lining his swollen tip up against your waiting heat, Tommy pushed himself into you, letting out a primal groan as he buried his head into your neck. Silence filled the empty corridor as Tommy stayed motionless, breathing heavily into your skin.

"Tommy?" You questioned opening your eyes, as he stood there buried deep inside you . " Tommy, move " you said desperate for friction as you held onto his broad shoulders, rocking your hips back and forth. Suddenly Tommy grabbed hold of each side of your waist stopping you as his eyes pierced into yours.

" Ask nicely" he said lowly as he began to move inside you at a slow deliberate pace.

" Please, faster" you pleaded as his tongue entered your mouth, brushing against your own.

"Fuck, you feel so good" he sighed scrunching his eyes shut as his rhythm intensified. So consumed by your own gratification, you gave no thought to you husband's pleasure, you was taking what you needed from this situation, for the first time you was being selfish. Clenching yourself around him you felt the pressure building up, ready to explode.

"Shit...sweetheart, don't do that...I want this to last" Tommy moaned in response as he kissed along your neck, his chest rubbing against your breasts as he felt you tightening around him like a vice.

For a split-second you looked down at the knife on the floor. The thought of ending everything entering your mind as quickly as it left. You was in too much of a daze to take action, the satisfaction of release approaching you at rapid speed.

" Look at me Y/N " Tommy demanded as he turned your head to face him, kicking the knife away from you both. " You keep your eyes on me" he ordered as he held your flushed cheek.

" Tommy, I'm so close" you moaned as you fingers dug into his back, your cheek pressed against his.

" Then cum with me, cum with me Y/N..." Tommy groaned as you frantically nodded your head.

His forehead pressed against yours you both let go moaning into each others mouth, your name leaving his lips as you both basked in your highs. Still throbbing inside you Tommy moved his head back to look at you, and that's when you saw it. Vulnerability. It flashed across his face so quickly that you could have missed it, but it made its self known whether he wanted it to or not.

Your leg dropping from his waist, Tommy pulled out of you whilst a silence fell upon the dark corridor. Something had changed. Looking to your husband your body tensed up as you anticipated his next move, was he still angry at you?

In a soothing manner Tommy stroked up and down your arm as he gazed lovingly into your eyes.

" I'm gonna get this cleaned up" he said looking down at his arm as he pulled his trousers up from his knees " I'll um, come to bed right after, is that ok?" He questioned. Was he asking for permission? Nodding you smiled to him as he leaned in, tenderly placing a kiss to you lips.

" Alright then" he replied with a nod of his head, smiling back to you, your hand clutching tightly onto the door handle as you watched him walk down the large staircase.

Entering the bedroom you shut the door quickly as panic started to set in. What had you done? You thought to yourself as you pressed your hand to your chest, your breathing rapidly increasing as you stumbled to sit on the bed. The one thing you had over him and you gave it to him freely, the one thing he desperately yearned from you and in a moment of weakness you let him have it. He had betrayed you, he had played cruel games with you and you let him have you, you was as sick and twisted as him you concluded as you looked nervously around you. You had nothing left to bargain with, you was now completely under his will, and that's when it hit you, you had to run. You could not endure another day of his tormenting behaviour, you needed to escape before you could no longer get back the girl you was from once before. Tommy could enter the room at any moment so, in a frantic state you pulled out one of the suitcases from the wardrobe, throwing as many clothes as you could possibly fit into the small luggage. Walking over to your vanity a small box caught your eye, it was the box with the diamond bracelet Tommy had gifted you that day you saw eachother after ten years. Memories flooding back you picked it up, holding it tightly against your heart as tears fell down your face, how did your not see the signs, would you have even rejected the proposal if you did? Placing the small box within your clothes you shut the suitcase, sliding it under the bed as you then quickly jumped under the covers, your hand to your mouth as you tried to calm your breathing.

Not long after, you heard the door to the bedroom open. Sliding under the covers Tommy wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you closer to him as he placed a kiss to your shoulder.

" I love you Y/N" he said as he stroked your hair with his fingers, his body so close to yours you could feel his heart beating in his chest.

" I love you too Tommy" you replied as a tear fell down your cheek onto your pillow. You did love him, but he was no longer your Tommy, the caring boy from Watery Lane. You knew deep down he would never change, you had to go...you had to leave your childhood love behind.

In fear of awakening your husband you stayed as still as you could until his grip on you slowly loosened. It must have been close to sunrise when you eventually turned around to see Tommy sleeping peacefully beside you. A small content smile etched on his lips as he slept soundly knowing you was right next to him. Quietly slipping from the bed you got dressed, all the time watching him for any sudden movements, but he didn't wake. For the first in a long time Tommy slept deeply. Pulling a small piece of paper from your vanity you wrote down a few words before folding it in half, placing it on your silk night gown neatly folded on your side of the bed. Picking up your suitcase you walked slowly to the door as you looked back one last time, a sadness washing over you at what could have been. "Goodbye Tommy" you whispered as you closed the door, tears falling from your eyes as you looked down at your wedding ring, it was over.

Waking up, Tommy turned around reaching out for you, but as his hands moved to your side of the bed he felt nothing but emptiness. Opening his eyes Tommy sat up looking around.

" Y/N" he called out as he looked to your pillow, wondering why you was not laying beside him. Moving the cover away his eyes locked on to the small piece of paper sitting on your night gown. Opening the folded note Tommy's eyes widened in anger.

" All the Jewels and finest clothes could not make me stay. My perfume still lingers on this delicate cloth you had me wear, now your only memory of me, your only comfort. Goodbye Tommy"

Scrunching the piece paper into a ball, he enclosed the once neatly folded note into his hand. Fury overtaking his body Tommy grabbed his clothes as he stormed downstairs yelling your name.

" Y/N!" he shouted, awakening everyone in the house, as he went from room to room slamming each door as he looked for you. Coming to a stop in the foyer Tommy bent over placing his hands on his knees as he breathed in heavily. The room spinning around him he rubbed his eyes as he tried to clear the blurriness in his vision.

"FUCK!!" he yelled at the top of his voice as he threw a chair across the room in anger, the unfamiliar feeling of panic rising in his body as he tried to steady his breathing. Brushing his hands through his hair Tommy cleared his throat, straightening his posture out as he walked over to a side table in the entryway. Picking up his cap and coat, Tommy calmly placed each one on his body as he then reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out his black leather gloves.

" Get my car" he said looking to one of the servants nervously waiting by the door as Tommy placed his hands in each of the gloves, stretching his fingers out at the tightness of the leather.

" Where will you be going Sir? " the young man asked as he handed him the keys.

Reaching into his pocket Tommy pulled out a cigarette placing it between his lips as he lit a match, the flame illuminating the darkness in his eyes. Exhaling the smoke out into the crisp morning air Tommy turned to face the young man next to him, a wicked smile gracing his lips.

" I'm going on a hunt"

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promise Wally Darling x Reader

Warnings: cuddling!!! just some late night conversations and some half asleep you :) mutual feelings have been established!

although it is not necessary, I highly suggest reading my fics in their recommended order for the best experience! here is the link to all my silly lil wally fics in order. this is #7 :)

Wally convinces you to sleep over for the night.

“Stay with me?” 

You were unsure if they were purposeful, but the puppy eyes and shy, pleading smile Wally wore had you bending to his will. 

“Maybe you’ll be able to sleep,” he pitched.

And so, you had agreed to his offer, finding yourself settling in his bed after he insisted you take it. Exhaustion was beginning to hit you after your adrenaline crash, persistent yawns escaping you.

“Won’t you join me?” you mumbled.

“Would you like me to join you?” Wally questioned in return, standing by the bedside. 

“Mhmm,” you hummed in reply, lifting up the covers, welcoming him. “It's not like I haven’t used you as a pillow before,” you joked, offering a weary smile while scooting a little further into his bed, allowing him more room. “Plus, I’m not making you stay on the couch in your own house,”

“... Okay,” he agreed, laying down next to you. He laid on his side, his body facing yours, as yours did his.

“Do you have enough space?” You asked, gazing into his eyes. He nodded, glancing down, his hand finding yours.

“Yeah,” he said, eyes returning to yours as he intertwined his fingers with yours. “And you?”

“Yeah,” you smiled, turning your head into the pillow as you yawned. Wally’s smile grew, amused by your body’s display of your tiredness. 

“You’re a little extra cute when you're sleepy,” he chuckled, his thumb rubbing over your knuckles soothingly. “It’s funny. You do silly things,”

“Like what?” You asked, eyes falling shut as you pulled the covers a little higher with your free hand.

“Yawning,” he hummed, “your speech becomes slurred and lazy,” he added, “and you talk when you’re asleep,”

“Yeah, yeah,” you giggled, remembering the last time you fell asleep on him and supposedly spoke.

“I never told you what you said,”

Your eyes shot open, focussing on him. 

You stared.

“You said it was unintelligible,” your brows furrowed a little.

“Mostly,” he smiled. “But, you did say something I heard clearly,”

“And what would that be?”

“‘Wally’,”

Your eyes widened. 

“You’re pulling my leg,”

“No. Only holding your hand,” he joked, giving it a squeeze.

“I said your name?” you groaned, hiding your face as it flushed with redness.

“Yeah, ha ha,” he gently pulled the blankets away, “I thought it was adorable,” he teased with a grin, tapping his finger to the tip of your nose.

“You’re being mean,” you grumbled embarrassedly, tugging the blankets back over your face. He laughed, scooting a little closer.

“Ha ha, I’m sorry,” he apologized.

“You should be, you liar,”

“I never lied,” he hummed. “I just didn’t say it. You were shy enough as is,” 

“... thank you,”

“You’re welcome.”

“But you’re still mean,”

“I can accept that. I’m sorry,” he tried to compensate with an amused smile, watching you peek out from your hiding. “Apology accepted?”

“... apology accepted,”

“I’m glad. Thank you,”

You huffed lightly, scooting a little closer to him. He shifted to accommodate you, turning onto his back. 

You released his hand, laying your arm over his body instead, his own coming to rest on top of it and gently hold it in place. His other arm rested behind his head, keeping him propped up a bit.

“I’m so tired,” you grumbled, forehead pressing lightly against his side. Wally hummed in thought.

“Is there anything I can do to help you fall asleep faster?”

“Mm… can you just talk, please?”

“Anything in particular?”

“Anything,”

“This sounds awfully familiar, ha ha,” he chuckled. “Hmm… what to talk about…” he wondered aloud.

“I think…” he began, “I’ll tell you about the time I realized I was in love with you,” 

“Yeah?” You whispered.

“Yeah,” he affirmed, thinking back on the day. “It was quite a while ago. I noticed that I had started to feel a little funny around you, like I was all… squishy, on the inside,”

“Squishy?” You giggled.

“Squishy,” he nodded, his smile growing. “I found that my eyes would wander to you whenever you were around. I’ve been told I zone out a lot, I know, but I never realized until it came to you, and I just couldn’t tear my eyes away,” 

You shifted slightly to get more comfortable, staying silent, allowing him to go on.

“So, I went to Frank. He’s smart and reads a lot of books, so I figured he’d know what’s going on with me,” he continued. “He and Julie were with each other at the time I went to see them. I told them what was going on, and they started to interrogate me,”

“How do they make you feel when they're around?” Frank queried, arms crossed before his chest.

“I feel… warm and fuzzy inside,” Wally explained.

“Hmm… does it feel like your tummy gets tied up in knots?” Julie pressed.

“I suppose it does, yes,” he slowly nodded. That seemed like an accurate way of describing his feelings.

“I think that… you have butterflies in your belly!” Frank speculated.

“Butterflies?” Wally questioned. He looked down at his stomach, gently poking at it. 

“Why, how did they get in there?” He wondered, worrying. “I hope I didn’t eat any caterpillars…”

“No, silly! It’s a metaphor!” Frank continued, shaking his head. 

“It’s when you feel all fluttery inside, all giddy and shy!” Julie said, “Or maybe you get the heebie-jeebies when they're around?” She proposed. 

“The heebie-jeebies?” Wally became even more befuddled than before.

“I know! The collywobbles!”

Were they just making up words now? It was hard for Wally to tell anymore.

“The point is, you have feelings for them.” Frank concluded, “Romantic ones!”

“Feelings of love! Stronger than friends! Like how Frank is in love with Eddie!” 

“Well, I think I must be… in love with them, then,”

“Congratulations! I also think that you're the last person to find out,” Frank remarked sarcastically, poking some fun at him.

“Says you, Mr. Hopeless pining.”

“That’s different!”

Wally retold the story to you, his thumb rubbing up and down in little circles on your arm. He was enjoying the feeling of you being right there with him, your body so close to his.

“That’s how I came to terms with it, I suppose,” he finished, glancing down at you, checking out what kind of state you were in. You were certainly drifting now, the ghost of an entertained smile playing at your lips.

“That’s so cute,” you mumbled. “I think B just told me one day. I was talking to him about you and he just looked at me and said, ‘y’know you’re like, in love with him, right?’” you mimicked Barnaby’s deep voice, giggling a bit at your own attempt. Wasn’t bad, in your opinion.

“Spot on,” Wally chuckled.

“Thank you, I try,” you grinned. “Anyways, it sorta just hit me like a ton of bricks. I was like, ‘huh. I am, aren’t I?’” 

Wally went quiet for a moment, until he asked a question. “Do you talk about me a lot?”

You stayed silent, thinking, debating how flat out you wanted to answer. Eventually, you settled.

“Yeah,” you admitted. “Yeah, I do.”

“I think I talk about you a lot, too. I’m pretty sure Frank is tired of it, ha ha,” Wally said. “Eddie doesn’t seem to mind, though.”

“He probably thinks it’s sweet,” you chuckled, sighing, only for it to turn into another yawn. “Could you keep talking, please?” you grumbled.

“Let’s see…” Wally thought, wracking his brain for more stories he could tell. “Ah, I know,” he hummed, peering down at you.

“The other day, Barnaby and I were going to Howdy’s for hotdogs. Along the way, we…” he continued along, his voice in a gentle murmur as you slowly drifted off. 

He continued to speak as you had requested, talking a bit about this, and a little about that, up until he was positive you were asleep.

Even when Wally noticed you had fully succumbed to slumber, he proceeded to go on, now, his topic shifting.

“I’m still in disbelief to have you here in my arms,” 

He murmured sweetly, thumb gently sweeping along your cheekbone as he adored your peaceful features. No matter how you looked, you were always so breathtaking to him.

“I don’t think I could be more content, with you by my side,” he admitted. “I will do my best to make you happy, whatever that may take. I’ll shower you with a storm of the affection and care you deserve, and swear my love to you, for as long as you’ll accept it,” he vowed, pressing his lips to your temple.

“That is my promise to you, my love.”

hi!!! here is something, bahaha!! I don't think I'm the biggest fan of this one, but I hope you've enjoyed, nonetheless B)

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likes and reblogs are very appreciated!! I hope that you are doing well today. have a good one, and see you next time B) MWAH!!

Posted Monday, May 8, 2023, at 1:26 PM