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acewritesfics · 4 days
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there’s a thomas shelby fanfic that ace wrote called, ‘a man like thomas’ or ‘a man like me’. do you have it or can you repost it please? thanks!
I can't find anything with that title. Could it be called something else? Was it a request? I have all the ones she's given me saved in the drafts ready to be posted when I can. I'm planning to repost 5-6 Tommy fics/drabbles tomorrow sometime.
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Drabble 05 | John Shelby
Request: from @/there-goes-thefighter
Word Count: 144
Warnings: none
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"Mama, dada!" Henry, now three, comes running into their bedroom as though he's just had the scare of his life. Tears were streaming down his chubby little cheeks, his sobs coming out fast and heavy. 
"What's wrong, Sweetheart?" Y/N asks sitting up as he climbs onto the bed, over his father and into his mother's arms. 
"The monster's were trying to get me!" he sobs louder 
"The monster's can't get you here," John reassures him as he and Y/N work together to calm their son down. He pulls back the blankets, allowing him to get into bed with them. "Go back to sleep, I'll fight off the monsters." 
Henry cuddles into his mother and looks at his father as though he was trying to find a hint of a lie in his words. His eyes eventually start drooping closed as Y/N runs her fingers through his blonde curls.  
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Drabble 04 | John Shelby
Request: from anon
Word Count: 160
Warnings: None
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“Are you going out?” Y/N asks as she walks into the entryway to find John pulling on his coat.   
“Tommy and Arthur need my help with something,” he tells her as he takes his cap off the coat rack to put it on.   
“How long will you be?” she continues to question him. Y/N was hoping to spend some time alone with her husband once the children had gone to bed but once again his brothers were calling him away.   
“I don’t know, love,” he sighs, pulling her close. “I promise, I’ll make it up to you once I get home.”   
“I’m holding you to that,” she moves her hands her hands inside his coat and under his shirt that was still untucked, from him getting changed quickly. She skims her fingers lightly along the skin of his waist and to his belt. “Don’t be long.”  
“I’ll try my best not too,” he kisses her quickly and deeply before leaving. 
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Drabble 03 | John Shelby
Request: from @/runnning-outof-time
Word Count: 286
Warnings: none
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 Y/N hasn’t spoken a word to John all morning. She ignores him as she gets the children ready for their day. The oldest three are spending the day with their youngest uncle and some friends while the youngest two will be with her running errands around town. They’re meant to be with their father, but he came home last night telling her that Tommy needs him at the races with him.   
“Love, I’m sorry. I forgot I was meant to have the girls today,” he tries to apologize.  
“No, you didn’t,” she finally speaks, calling him out on his lie. “You always do this. When Tommy tells you to jump, you ask how high.”   
“He’s my brother and he needs my help,” he tries to defend Tommy while thinking it’s a reasonable excuse to get out of looking after his youngest two children.  
“I’m your wife and you already promised to help me today,” she frowns at him, trying to keep her voice even, not wanting to argue in front of the children since it’s about them.   
“I’ll make it up to you tonight,” he promises as he grabs his coat and peaky cap.  
“Don’t bother,” she mumbles more to herself as she finishes getting the baby dressed.   
“How about a kiss before I go?” he asks moving closer to her and leans in for a kiss.   
She holds up the baby between them stopping him from kissing her. He kisses the baby’s cheek instead, taking her from her and places her down on the floor to play with her blocks.  
“I love you,” he says as he goes back to his wife giving her a quick cheeky kiss on her cheek before leaving the house.   
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Skinny Dipping | Eddie Munson
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader
Request: from anon
Warnings: a small mention of being high. Poor description of getting naked
Word Count: 809
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It was date night for Eddie and Y/N. They had gone out for dinner and a movie, and now Y/N is wrapped in Eddie’s arms in the back of his van on the property of his drug supplier. Reefer Rick was currently in prison, but he didn’t mind Eddie using his home. He had trust in Eddie, his most dependable and reliable dealer. The back doors were opened wide, revealing a stunning view of Lovers Lake. 
The lake is illuminated by the full moon, making the small waves glisten like diamonds. The summer heat had them both hot and sweaty. They’d been silent for the last ten minutes, just soaking up each other’s presence as they came down from their highs, Metallica playing quietly in the background. 
Y/N is staring out at the lake, her hot, sweaty back pressing up against his equally hot, sweaty chest. At this point, the black crystal water was inviting her in. She’s annoyed with herself for not thinking to bring a swimsuit. But then she has a lightbulb moment. It was not something she had considered before, but desperate times call for desperate measures. 
She pulls away from Eddie, causing her favorite metal head and Dungeon Master to groan. 
“What are you doing?” he asks, slightly frowning in confusion as she climbs out of the van and away from him. “Where are you going?” 
She smirks and turns to face him as she reaches behind her to unzip her skirt. She responds, letting her skirt drop to the ground and stepping over it, “For a swim.” 
“There’s nothing for us to swim in,” Eddie states the obvious. 
“I know,” she smirks, her top quickly joining her skirt, leaving her in deep red lace underwear and a matching bra. She knows it’s Eddie’s favorite set . While she reaches behind her back to unclip her bra, he raises an eyebrow and licks his top lip like he always does when he’s considering something, as he takes her all in. 
“Are you going to join me or sit there and stare at me like some pervert?” she teases, sliding the bra straps down her arms as she removes the lacy garment. 
“I’m a pervert only for you.” He leaps from the van and pulls her into his arms, kissing her vehemently. “I can’t let my girl go in the water by herself,” he murmurs against her lips. 
She returns his kiss with a giggle and runs her hands under his Iron Maiden shirt, his Hellfire Club one being among the dirty laundry in his room. They break the kiss just long enough for Y/N to lift Eddie’s shirt off him. As soon as his shirt hits the ground with her clothing, he hastily returns his lips to hers. She takes his belt off and undoes his jeans as he kicks off his shoes. She pulls his jeans and underwear away from his hips. He shuffles out of them, brushing his rough hands against her soft skin and hooking his fingers into the side of her underwear, pulling them down her legs. 
She takes a step out of her underwear and kicks them to where their clothes are. She smirks as she ends the kiss. “I’ll race you to the water.” 
She doesn’t give him time to prepare as she sprints for the water. As she steps into the lake, the cold water instantly cools her down. She lets out a surprised gasp and laughs as Eddie lifts her up and carries her deeper into the water. As the water gets deeper, she wraps her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. 
Eddie kisses her again, this time softly, as they both float in the water, wrapped in each other’s arms. She had never looked more beautiful to him. Her eyes glistened like the water around them; a bright smile formed on her lips; her skin was shiny and smooth; and the expression on her face was one of pure happiness. 
“I fucking love you so much,” he says, his voice soft and meaningful, his big beautiful brown eyes locked on hers. He had never felt such love before they started dating. It always surprises him that someone like her could love him back. They started dating in his first senior year, which was also her senior year. He couldn’t understand why she had stayed with him for so long. 
He was a third-year senior, the town’s freak, because he didn’t conform to what society expected of him. He was a drug dealer, a fantasy nerd, and a rebel. He had no idea what she saw in him, despite the fact that she had told him numerous times why she loved him. 
“I love you too, Eddie,” she responds, kissing him. 
The rest of their night was spent in total and utter bliss. 
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acewritesfics · 5 days
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Rockstar Love | Eddie Munson
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader
Request: From Anon
Warnings: None. H/C - Hair Color, E/C - Eye Color, F/B - Favorite Book 
Word Count: 1,457
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“Whoo! Yeah, Eddie!”  
Eddie Munson hears his best friend’s voice shouting over his guitar solo, prompting him to look at her. His smile is beaming ear to ear.  It wasn’t difficult to find her among the bars patrons because she was the sole person rocking out to the music on the dance floor, cheering for them. Her H/C hair swaying side to side, her E/C eyes lighting up with joy as her head and body moved to the rhythm of his guitar. She’s truly enjoying herself while the other five bar patrons and the bartender were too drunk to care.  
This is the first time he’s brought her to one of his gigs in the two years they’ve been friends. She used to work on Tuesday nights, but her new schedule allows her those nights off. Now, Y/N will use them to attend Corroded Coffin’s gigs at The Hideout. She’s been to many of their practices but seeing them play live, no matter how big (or small) the crowd, it’s so much different. She’s already their number one fan, has been since the moment Eddie told her that he’s in a band.  
Eddie feels a pleasant twist in his stomach and an unexpected warmth flood his body as he shifts his gaze between her and his guitar. Although Y/N has always been beautiful in his eyes, he has never seen her look more breathtakingly beautiful than she does right now. She is rocking out without caring what the drunks think of her, cheering for him and his band and completely coming out of her shell, becoming the carefree person that he was only one of few that got to see. Never has he ever seen her so at ease in front of strangers. She always leans more toward the reserved and shy side of things when it comes to people she doesn’t know. 
In terms of personality, he and Y/N are complete opposites, but they balance each other out. While she soothes his hyperactivity just as much as the weed he smokes does, he helps her come out of her shell. It helps tremendously that she enjoys metal music, has been begging him to teach her how to play Dungeons & Dragons, isn’t on the “Eddie the Freak” bandwagon, and gets along fantastically with the only parental figure who’s ever given a shit about him. He honestly believes she is his other half, his better half, and he can’t deny how in love with her he is anymore. 
“You guys were amazing!” Y/N applauds as the band leaves the little stage. She surprises everyone by giving hugs to Gareth and the others before giving Eddie a hug. Her hug with Eddie is a little tighter and lasts a little longer than her hug with the others.  
After his surprise from her unexpected hug faded, Gareth beams proudly, “Thanks Y/N.”  
The others added their thanks also before leaving Eddie and Y/N and going to the bar to get a well-earned drink. As he follows the other two to the bar, Gareth gives his friend a pat on the back. 
“Do you want to get out of here?” Eddie asks, his face serious, his tongue sticking out like it usually does when he is contemplating or concentrating on something. 
“Aren’t you supposed to help the others pack up the instruments?” She asks to make sure he won’t be leaving others short for help.  
He assures her, “I just have to take my guitar and amp, the others have everything else. Grant has his van here and I made sure they’re cool with it.”  
“Then lead the way, Sir Edward Munson,” she quips, bowing and sweeping her arm out towards the stage.  
“Ugh, don’t call me that,” he groans, cringing as he leads her to the stage.  
“What, Sir?” She teases him, knowing he was referring to Edward. Except while filling out legal forms, he never goes by Edward. “I thought you like being called Sir.”  
Despite the amusement in his doe brown eyes, he shoots her a glare. "You know what I mean.“  
"I’m sorry, please forgive me?” she puts on the puppy dog eyes and pleads with him, helping him pack up his beloved instrument, which only she is permitted to touch other than him.   
“Buy me dinner and I might just forgive you,” he fixes his eyes on her and can’t stop the grin from growing on his lips. It’s at this moment that the butterflies appear, and he becomes serious again, focusing on putting his guitar into its case.  
Y/N observes his change in demeanour and gives him a worried look, but she says nothing. She knows Eddie well enough to know that if something is bothering him, he’ll talk to her when he’s ready and that there’s no point in pushing it. 
“I’ll buy you dinner,” she offers, knowing that he’s jesting with her.“The pizza place should still be open. We can make a stop there before going back to your trailer.”  Despite the fact that her trailer is two doors down from his, she’ll be staying with him tonight.  
“I was kidding,” he explains as he redirects his gaze to her again.  
She acknowledges, “I know, but I’m starving. I also can’t eat an entire pizza by myself.”  
“Okay,” He nods in agreement and straightens up again as he raises his guitar case off the floor. Y/N grabs his amp and walks with him to his van. "But we’re not going back to the trailer right away.” 
“No?” She is perplexed as she watches him unlock the sliding door of his van, opens it, and places his guitar inside before taking the amp from her and setting it next to the guitar case. .  
“I was thinking we could go out to Lover’s Lake and hang out there for a little while,” he says, not wanting to give away that he wants to have a serious talk with her. He knows her well enough that if he suggests that they need to talk, she will immediately begin to imagine the worst-case scenarios in her head. He does not want her to assume something is wrong when there isn’t anything wrong at all. 
“Sounds wonderful,” she responds, letting him know she’s fine with it as he closes the door. “Can we get the pizza on the way out there?”  
“Yeah, because I’m starving too,” he replies as he grabs her hand and pulls her towards the front passenger seat, unlocking and opening the door for her.  
She turns to face him, a little startled by how close they are standing. Her breath catches as her heart races, butterflies forming in her stomach as she watches his eyes wander from hers to her lips and linger there for a few seconds before meeting her eyes again.  
However, she finds herself staring at his full, chapped lips and imagining what it would be like to kiss them. She catches herself thinking about this and many other things on a regular basis.  
For example, how would his rough calloused hands feel against the silky skin of her thighs when he raised her off the ground and pressed her up against a wall, or placed her on top of a kitchen counter?  
But she wouldn’t tell anyone, let alone Eddie, about her thoughts or feelings  she’s been harboring for him since she moved into Forest Hills Trailer Park two years ago because her fear of rejection is strong. 
She had experienced emotional whiplash because of how quickly and deeply she had fallen in love with Eddie Munson. She’d been residing at the trailer park for about three weeks when Eddie approached her when she was sitting at the picnic table, reading her copy of F/B while wearing her headphones and listening to Guns ‘N’ Roses. She was immediately drawn to his beautiful, large brown eyes. She often finds herself becoming lost in them. Just like she is right now.  
Eddie moves his hands to cup her face as if her were reading her mind and then closes the space between them, placing a soft kiss to her lips. 
The kiss is hesitant and unsure at first, and he pulls back just enough to gage her reaction. As soon as his lips had touched hers, she closed her eyes. She tucks her bottom lip between her teeth and opens her eyes to look into his as he studies her face.  
“I love you,” she whispers before she can stop herself, her brain malfunctioning from the kiss. While Eddie’s eyes widen in surprise, his smile grows bigger.  
“I love you too,” he replies, kissing her more boldly this time as his arms wrap around her waist, drawing her closer to him. 
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Say it | Eddie Munson
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader
Request: No
Warnings: An empty threat of no sex. Reader's sister has a name.
Word Count: 1,035
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"Say it," Y/N commands her boyfriend. 
Eddie firmly shakes his head, "No." 
"Say it, Edward," she says again, adding the name he despises. He glares at her and settles onto their couch. 
"No!" With a defiant look in his big beautiful brown eyes, he shakes his head and gestures his sentiment with his hands. 
"You have to!" she exclaims, her voice rising slightly as their argument heats up. 
"No, I don't!" he shouts at her, his voice rising a few notches like it does when he's annoyed, angry, or overwhelmed. 
"You lost the bet, Edward Munson. It's time to pay up," she continues. 
"You cheated," he claims. 
"No, I didn't!" she protests. 
"Yes, you did," he responds with an accusatory look on his face, his tongue jutting out of his mouth, licking his upper lip, and an arched eyebrow. 
"How did I cheat?" she says, hands on her hips, looking down at him, waiting for his explanation of how she cheated on their bet. 
Steve had visited Y/N two weeks prior to ask about her younger sister, Barbara-Ann (or Annie to most people). It's clear that the 19-year-old has formed a liking for the 18-year-old high school senior. Following numerous attempts to find love again, Y/N was unable to bring herself to break his heart or reveal her sister's secret. 
However, that didn't stop Y/N and Eddie from making a bet amongst themselves. After all, Steve and Robin had a bet going to see how long it would take for Y/N and Eddie to get together. Steve had won that bet, with his bet being 4-6 weeks. If Y/N had waited two more days to make the first move, then Robin would have won.  
Eddie was so sure that Steve could win over Barbara-Ann and had even gone out of his comfort zone to play wingman for Steve. Y/N believed that he wouldn't be able to, being the one who knows her sister better than they do. But as the days went by, it would be evident that his defeat was upon him. 
"Because you've always known Barbara-Ann has a thing for Robin," he replies, surprising her enough to make her forget about the bet... temporarily. 
"How did you know?" she wonders, her face filled with surprise and curiosity. Y/N was certain she was the only one Barbara-Ann had disclosed her preference for the same sex to. 
"I know I'm not the smartest person, and I miss a lot of social cues and stuff, but it's not hard to miss the small glances, flirty smiles, and all the other shit that she gives Robin," he explains. "No offense to Barbara-Ann, but she is not as subtle as she thinks she is, and I'm quite sure Steve is the only one who is blind to it unless he's lying to himself." 
"Steve can be a little dumb at times, but we still love him," she acknowledges, settling in beside him on the couch. "However, you still lost the bet, therefore you still need to say it." 
"You cheated! Nobody wins and the bet is wiped. That is the rules," he disagrees with her. 
"We didn't make any rules," she points out. 
"Fuck," he groans as he realizes she's right. "I'm still not saying it." 
"Fine, but no sex for a week," she adds non-chalantly. It's a hollow threat because she couldn't spend a week without sex with him either, and he knows that as soon as he touches her in an intimate way, she's putty in his hands. It's a useless threat, really. 
"Baby, you know that I know that won't work," he smirks, moving his hand to her thigh and gently moving it upwards as his calloused fingers brush against her exposed delicate skin, igniting the desire between her legs. 
She hesitates to grab his hand and pull it away from her thigh as he clearly makes his point, but eventually does so and stands up from the couch. 
He raises an eyebrow at her and then follows her with his eyes to the wall-mounted phone. "What are you doing?" 
"Calling Nancy to see if I can stay with her for the week," she says as she begins dialing the Wheeler's phone number. "I'm sure that I can come up with a plausible reason for why I need to stay with her." 
Giving up, he stands up from the couch. Moving quickly to where she is standing, he takes the phone out of her hand and hangs it back up on the hook. He groans, "I'll say it." 
She grins, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she looks at him expectantly, unfazed by the glare he's sending her. 
He sighs and begins to quote what she had written down for him to say if he lost their bet, even though he hadn't lost due to a technicality. "I, Eddie," he pauses as she raises her brow at him. "I, Edward Munson," he corrects himself, continuing to glare at her. "Enjoy wearing Y/N's panties, especially the pink ones with the lace," he pauses again before speedily adding the last part. "They make me feel sexy and fierce." 
Y/N finally lets out the laugh she has been struggling to contain. 
"It makes me so happy that you find this so amusing," Eddie adds sarcastically, as he stands there with his hands on his hips, appearing to be unimpressed with his girlfriend. 
"I'm sorry, baby," She says, with a small pout, as she threads her arms through his and encircles his waist. "I'll make it up to you."  
"Yeah?" he says. "What are you going to do?" 
"I'll let you borrow my panties," she replies, trying to keep a straight face. 
"How about no sex for a week?" he suggests, repeating the empty threat she used a few minutes earlier. 
She gasps, appearing shocked and offended, before mirroring his previous remarks as she moves her hands up and under his shirt, her fingernails raking along his stomach. "Oh, baby, you know that I know that won't work." 
"That's it," he continues to mutter to himself as he stoops down, picks her up, putting her over his shoulder. 
"Eddie!" she squeals, giggling as he carries her into their bedroom. 
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Drabble 09 | Alfie Solomons
Request: from @/liliac-dreamer
Word Count: 250
Warnings: none
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“I suppose you want your shirt back,” Y/N smirks, sitting propped up by the pillows on their bed. She’s sitting in her panties and the shirt Alfie had been wearing before she lured him back into bed. The buttons are undone, and the shirt is barely covering her.  
“Keep it. It looks better on you," he tells her, pulling out a clean shirt from his dresser.  
“How can I keep it when we live together. Once it’s been through the wash, it’ll go right back into your dresser,” she chuckles keeping up with the playful banter they have going on.  
“Put it in your dresser,” he suggests. “That way it’ll be yours.”   
“What if I don’t want it to be mine?” she asks, moving off the bed and over to him. Wrapping her arms around his waist from behind, she places a kiss on his back. “What if I want to keep stealing it from you?”  
“That’ll be a sin and I’ll have to punish you,” he says.  
“What will this punishment entail?” she asks, her hands moving under the new shirt she’s wearing.  
“You’ll find out when I get home,” he tells her, moving out of her grasp before she lures him back to bed once more. “I’ll have all day to think about it.”  
“Don’t let it distract you,” she chuckles as she buttons up the shirt she’s wearing before following him to the door. Giving him a kiss goodbye, she whispers, “Have a good day, my love.” 
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Drabble 08 | Alfie Solomons
Request: from anon
Word Count: 165
Warnings: None
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“Did you know hiring you as a secretary is the best decision I ever made?” Alfie admits as he stands up from his chair behind his desk.  
“Is that right, Mr. Solomons?” she questions, trying to keep a smile from forming on her lips, watching him walk out from behind his desk.   
He stops in front of her, his eyes trailing up and down her body before meeting her eyes. Moving a hand around her waist and resting his hands on her lower back, he tugs her forward, pulling her body flush against his so they’re chest to chest. “That’s right, Mrs. Solomons. I now don’t have to wait until I get home to do this…”  
He dips his head as he moves a hand to cup her check and pulls her in for a kiss. His thumb gently strokes her cheek as he kisses her softly.   
“Ever think about doing more than that while we’re here,” she smirks.   
“All the fucking time,” he admits.  
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Drabble 07 | Alfie Solomons
Request: from @/tea-atfive
Word Count: 128
Warnings: None
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"Hey, I'm not your pillow," Alfie groans as Y/N rests her head on his chest. There was no real annoyance in his voice. It sounded more teasing than anything.  
"You're my husband," Y/N smiles and she snuggles into him. "You being my pillow is included in that."  
"Is that right?" he says as he starts running his fingers through her hair.  
"Yes it is," she kisses his chest. "It became that way as soon as we signed the marriage certificate. 
"I don't remember 'being wife's pillow' being on the certificate or in the vows," he smiles. 
"It's a silent agreement," she tells him. 
"One I wasn't there for," he says. 
"You are now," she lifts her head to look at him, a large, cheeky smile on her face. 
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Drabble 06 | Alfie Solomons
Request: from anon
Word Count: 195
Warnings: None
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Alfie stands close, a little too close for Y/N’s liking. It’s not because she can’t stand him. It’s quite the opposite. She loves him and wants to be with him, but he doesn’t know it yet. Standing this close to him has her wanting to give in to her desires. But she’s afraid.  
Her breathing hitched in her throat as she watches Alfie’s eyes leave her own and make their way down her body. She doesn’t quite know how to describe the way his eyes burning into every part of her made her feel. It made her feel things no one’s made her feel with just a look. In her head, she’s begging him to touch her already. It feels like an eternity of burning desire has passed before Alfie’s lingering gaze makes it back to her eyes.   
After a few moments of intense eye contact, Alfie brings his hands up to cup her face and pulls her in for deep and passionate kiss.   
"I love you," slips out before she can even think about stopping herself. 
"And I love you," he replies without hesitation, kissing her again before she can process what just happened. 
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Drabble 05 | Alfie Solomons
Request: @/babaohhhriley
Word Count: 206
Warnings: None
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“For a man who looks scruffy and comes across as tough, you’re a giant teddy bear, Alfie Solomons.” Y/N says as she wraps her arms around him as though he’s a giant teddy.
“Only for you,” he says leaving a kiss to her head, his scruffy beard scratching against her skin. "Only you're allowed to cuddle me like a teddy bear."  
“We can’t have everyone else finding out how much of a softy you are,” she adds, teasingly.   
“You’re lucky I love you so much.” He moves his hands to cup her face. He tilts her head backwards.  
“I love you too, Mr Solomons,” she smiles. “But have you ever considered shaving?”  
He looks at her like she’s lost the plot, “Have I ever considered shaving? You said you love my beard and the way it tickles your skin. What the fuck are you on about? Have I ever considered shaving?” he lets out a scoff at the end of his little rant and rave.   
“I’m going to take that as a no,” she continues to smile, taking no offense to his offense.  
“Teddy bears are hairy,” he scoffs again.  
“Teddy bears are furry my love,” she chuckles. “Just like you, my furry, fluffy teddy bear.” 
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Drabble 04 | Alfie Solomons
Request: From Anon
Word Count: 180
Warnings: None.
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Y/N’s eyes flutter open to the image of Alfie getting out of bed. Propping herself up on her elbow, she tilts her head slightly and pouts a little as she says, "Come back, the bed's cold without you."  
“Ollie just rang and said Thomas Shelby has made an unexpected visit,” Alfie grumbles and pulls on his trousers.   
“I’m sure Thomas Shelby can wait a little while longer,” She continues to try and talk him into coming back to bed. “You can tell him you had more important business with your wife.”  
“That might work on anyone else but we’re talking about Tommy here,” he sighs. “The man is about as patient as a toddler.”  
“Let’s stop talking about Tommy then,” she says, “Now, come back to bed.”   
“I wish I could, love,” he says moving to her side of the bed and leans down, pressing a kiss to her lips. “I’ll make it up to you later, yeah? Bring home some bread, make a proper night of it.”   
“Fine,” she gives in. “But Cyril is staying home with me today.” 
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Drabble 03 | Alfie Solomons 
Request: @/zablife
Word Count: 202
Warnings: None
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“I don’t feel safe with you anymore," Y/N tells Alfie with tears in her eyes. Sabini had sent some men to their house to send a message. Cyril was usually at home with her but that day he’d gone with Alfie to the bakery leaving her home and defenceless. They’d roughed her up enough for her to question her relationship with Alfie.  
“I’m sorry I wasn’t here to protect you,” Alfie apologises. It was something he hardly ever did. She’d only ever heard him apologise to her. “I promise I’ll do better.”  
“I can’t be here. I need to leave, Alfie,” she tells him. Her eyes move towards her suitcase besides the door. “Even if it’s just until I figure out what I’m going to do.”  
“I’ll come with you,” he was begging, in his own kind of way. It’s another thing he never did. But he couldn’t be without her. She’s his anchor, the person who keeps him calm, and the person he loved more than Cyril.  
“You know you can’t,” she reminds him of his obligation to the Bakery. “Please, just give me a few weeks.”  
Knowing there was no changing her mind, he stepped aside and let her go. 
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acewritesfics · 18 days
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Hello ((: just wanted to ask if that’s okay, is ace not part of the peaky fandom anymore?
She's not a part of it right now but she hopes to one day be a part of it again. Right now she just has different interests.
If you want to talk to her or anything you can find her at @woojoongstreasure
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acewritesfics · 22 days
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Drabble 05 | Eddie Munson
Request: from @/dreamlandcreations
Word Count: 158
Warnings: None
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“You love me,” Eddie states jokingly as he drives down the road leading to the trailer park. He’d been giving his best friend, Y/N, a hard time about her ex who they went to school with two years ago being back in town.  
“What if it’s not Simon that I love?” she asks as he pulls up in front of his trailer he shares with his uncle. “In fact, it’s never actually been Simon. He was just a distraction from who I really want.”  
“Then who is it?” he asks turning slightly to face her. “Who’s the lucky guy who’s stolen your heart.”  
“You, stupid,” she says like it’s the most obvious thing. “I’ve been in love with you since we were five years old!”   
“You love me?” this time it’s a question.  
Y/N nods. “It’s always been you, Edward Munson.”  
“I love you too,” he replies and leans towards her kissing her, confirming he feels the same. 
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acewritesfics · 22 days
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Drabble 04 | Eddie Munson
Request: from @/midnightswithdearkatytspb
Word Count: 149
Warnings: None
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Watching her boyfriend rock out on his beloved guitar brings a smile. It doesn’t take long for him to find her in the crowd and when his eyes meet hers, she lifts the sign she made above her head. Eddie’s smile brightens as he reads what’s painted on the piece of cardboard, ‘I’m sorry… I love you too, Eddie Munson.’  
Earlier in the evening, he told her ‘I love you’ for the first time. She unintentionally choked trying to say the words back, her head being in a fog trying to think of why someone like him could love her. Knowing that her not saying it back upset him, she quickly put a plan together and made the sign.  
Taking his guitar off, confusing his fellow bandmates, he places it on the stand and makes his way to her.   
Reaching her he pulls her in for a heated kiss. 
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