#modern peaky blinders

[look-at-the-soul]

Endless love

(Modern) Tommy Shelby x reader

✨ I wrote this for @justrainandcoffee Alfieversary! My dearest Flor who knew fanfiction and Peaky Blinders would cross our paths! Thank you for always being so kind and generous-and talented!-, becoming mutuals here for a short time and somehow it feels as if we knew each other in person. Cheers to many, many more Alfieversaries!

Summary: Y/N is “forced” to leave her husband and baby for the weekend, so join Tommy to sort parenthood by himself for a couple of days. How will he deal with everything? Including a fussy baby.

Word count: 2.5K

A/N: we know I try to make moodboards right? 🤭

“Okay, erm so there’s milk storage enough.” Y/N mumbled, taking one more look around the bedroom. “Emma’s nappies are in the first drawer, keep her bunny close to-“

“Her face, I know.” Tommy produced a small chuckle, trying hard not to roll his eyes as he had already heard his wife’s instructions for almost a week. “Love, just leave that there, take a deep breath and have a margarita for me, we’ll be fine.”

Looking down at his six-month old he found her big beautiful eyes staring at him.

Y/N blinked nervously, this was the first trip away from Emma, it’s was a natural thing to be nervous.

“I can’t drink a margarita, remember?” She pointed at her breasts for a clearer message. Although she really wanted one.

This was actually her first real going out in a long time, somehow her life had been turned upside down full of baby trips to the doctor’s appointments, quick trips to get the groceries, restless nights of feedings. Thats why when Tommy insisted she should make the trip with Rose and the girls, she thought it would be a good idea to have a little time to herself.

But suddenly, her phone started ringing and loads of messages arrived simultaneously.

“Are you su-“

Tommy cut his wife’s words. “Yes, now go before Rose comes up to take you.”

Y/N gave Tommy a worried look, she couldn’t help it.

“Say goodbye to mama,” he waved Emma’s little hand. “Buh-bye mam!” He imitated a childish voice.

Y/N felt her heart clenching inside her chest when she kissed her daughter’s chubby cheeks.

“If you need anything just call and I’ll be back.” She rushed to say before kissing Tommy’s lips. Stepping out of their home, she blew them a kiss.

Tommy finally felt confident enough to release the air he had been holding. He was beyond nervous for not having his wife around whilst taking care of their baby, he was actually panicking to do anything wrong.

As Tommy closed the door he saw Emma’s lip quiver and a second later, she let out a big cry.

“Oh no, no darling don’t cry.” Tommy tried to soothe her. Small legs kicking with such force that made him think of a small tornado. “It’s alright, mama will be back in a couple of days…” he mumbled tried to get his daughter to settle.

His phone started buzzing in his pocket, he tried to rock Emma, but her cries became louder. Pressing the green button so fast that he didn’t look at the name on the screen.

“‘Lo?”

“Is Emma alright? I heard her crying.”

Tommy gasped. “Yes, of course, it’s the television… there’s a baby crying.” He lied.

He noticed Y/N’s hesitation so he rushed to assure her everything was fine and encouraged her to have a great time with her friends. Then, Tommy searched the channel with calm music Y/N used to rock Emma to sleep, in an attempt to settle his baby.

“How can a little thing like you cry so loud?” Tommy sighed defeated. He was one step from giving up. “I don’t know how your mama does it.”

He had tried everything, absolutely everything. And nothing seemed to work.

Was his baby sick? Hurting?

“What is it baby girl?” He wiped away the tears from her eyes, long lashes wet, chubby cheeks red from the intensity of her cries.

A sudden flashback appeared on his mind and with long strides, he walked into their bedroom hoping to find Emma’s bunny in its place. It had been a birth gift by Rose, and his daughter didn’t seem to like anything else.

“Look… here’s your bunny.” He tried tickling her cheeks. “And let’s take Mummy’s blanket alright?”

Tommy felt on the brick of desperation, was he really a useless father? One who couldn’t make his daughter stop crying?

His heart was aching.

Tommy wondered how would they survive for the entire weekend without Y/N. He started seriously doubting his parental skills in that moment.

Wrapping his baby in Y/N’s blanket seemed to bring some comfort for his baby. Groaning he covered his face with one of the thin cloths they used to go outside, it was small piece that only covered his features partially but then he heard a small giggle and a raspberry from Emma.

Startled, he removed the sheet from his face and looked down at what was making her giggle.

“You liked your silly daddy?” He asked mimicking a ridiculous voice.

He tried the trick once more.

And to his surprise, Emma giggled again, there was a bit of droll on her chin, big blue eyes sparkling just for him.

“You like Mr. Napkin?!” He asked in disbelief. “Yes you do!”

Getting up, he got a larger napkin from the kitchen and after covering his face again, but he added his glasses.

“Mr. Napkin needs help to see.” He repeated what it seemed like the best acting performance ever. “Oh! I see a beautiful happy little girl.” He turned to face his baby laying in one of his arms.

Emma laughed uncontrollably and kicked her legs happily.

“You know what? Mr. Napkin needs a smoke.” He announced, producing a cigarette from its case. But once he added it to his performance, he noticed a small pout. “Oh no, no… that’s a bad habit, don’t do it.”

Once he got his little girl to settle again, he sighed relieved when he saw the big yawn she offered.

“Mr. Napkin would like a nap too.”

But before he could close his eyes, his phone started ringing and the sound woke his daughter up.

“Shit. Alfie what do you want?”

“Just making sure you’re in one piece still… heard the Misus are having the time of their lives.” Alfie announced.

“I know you’re miserable when Rose is away, but I’m busy here mate.”

“That’s exactly why I was calling, to offer some child support.”

Tommy snorted. “Alfie the last thing I want is you taking care of my daughter.”

Alfie didn’t took that personally, he knew as a matter of fact that he had the opposite effect in Tommy’s daughter. “When will you finally admit your daughter likes me?”

“She likes pulling at you beard and your dog.”

“Look we both know you’re going to make the girls come back earlier from their trip and the least thing I need is having Rosie mad at me at your fault, so meet me and Cyril at the beach.”

“That sounds like an awful idea.”

“See ya.”

The actual plan worked like wonders, Emma was thrilled to spend time with Cyril, because being honest, he got all protective over Emma, and despite his size he acted like a cotton ball, bringing her sticks. But Tommy wasn’t going to admit that out loud.

Of course Alfie teased him endlessly for acting over protective towards the baby just because he made sure his daughter wouldn’t suffer damage from the sun. Or any kind of damage for that matter.

“What are cha gonna do when your little pumpkin starts messing around with boys and-“

Tommy gave him a death stare.

“Wha? You can’t keep her locked mate…” Alfie pointed out as the girl grabbed some sand in her small fist.

“That’s not going to happen.” Tommy answered with a clenched jaw.

Just the mere thought of it, made his insides twist.

And to Alfie, to have the chance to tease Tommy it was like the cherry on top, it was something he wasn’t going to let it pass.

By the time they went back to their apartment, Emma was sound asleep in the back seat.

After changing his baby girl into a pajama set, Tommy walked around the place to set the alarm and taking the remote, he turned off the lights.

To his surprise, he got a message from his wife.

Missing you both like crazy! xx

We missed you too, Emma was thrilled to take a little trip to the beach xx - he replied.

Almost immediately, his phone started ringing and the photo of his wife holding their baby appeared on the screen.

“I know I said I wasn’t going to disturb you, but…” her sweet voice made him smile.

“‘S alright, I was just getting ready to sleep.”

“But it’s still early.” Y/N pointed out turning around to look the hour.

“I am exhausted.” He dragged the words.

Turning the call into video, Y/N noticed the bags under his eyes. The dim light cascading over his cheekbones.

“Looks like someone’s having the time of her life.” He complimented.

“We had a massage and I ordered a virgin cocktail.”

Tommy shook his head. “No booze? What’s the fun in that?”

“Stop temping me.” Y/N pouted. “I’ll let you’ve some rest, tomorrow it’s going to be a long day.”

Tommy yawned and wished his wife a good night.

****

A babbling sound make him open his eyes asTommy tried to fix his blurred vision.

Groaning, he got up. “Morning, sunshine.” He kissed the top of her head as he pulled her against his chest and went back to bed.

Instinctively, Emma started nibbling his nipple.

“Oh sweetie, you won’t find anything there.” Tommy explained with a chuckle.

But Emma wasn’t in the mood and a round of loud cries started right away.

“I get it, the milk provider is moving right away, give me a sec.” He got up and carried his baby towards the kitchen, to prepare the bottle for her. A few minutes later, Emma was sucking happily.

“Such a drama queen eh?” He stared at her soft features. Wondering what life had in store for her. “What do you wanna do today? We can go to the park, or the pub bet your uncles would love to see you.” He proposed as his baby was focused on her milk. That way he could get some help because everyone in his family adored his daughter.

Despite his wealth, Y/N refused hiring a nanny. She was adamant to be in charge of everything related to their daughter. And being completely honest with himself, he was grateful for being able to spend quality time with his first born, Y/N deserved all the credit for that, she helped him feel comfortable by giving his daughter a warm bath and helping as much as he could, being a present father.

She had already threatened him to include a hairstyle masterclass so he could learn to do braids and pigtails.

After a quick bath for him and another one for his daughter. He felt proud of managing to put an asthetic outfit for Emma, he actually went safe with clear colors God forbid that one time he changed her into a set that didn’t match, Y/N scolded and teased him endlessly. As Tommy was looking in one of the drawers for a clean sheet so he could place his baby on the floor, he found a small box where Y/N kept a bunch of things she said that were useless but you might need some day. The thought made him chuckle, but a sharp movement opened the lid and its content fell to the floor.

That’s when he saw something that caught his attention.

A playful smile spread on his lips and he rushed to the living room to set everything.

It took him a while to carry on with his idea, but once he was finished, he stood there proudly to admire his creation, the smile on his daughter’s face told him he did a good job. Oh, the things he’d do for that little Miss Sunshine. She had him wrapped around her little finger.

Snapping a photo, he pressed a few buttons to send it to his wife.

“What is that?!” Y/N asked raising her voice, excitement was evident.

Tommy’s chest expanded proudly as he looked at his mini-me in awe. “She’s being giggling nonstop.”

“This is the best idea ever!” Y/N sounded surprised, so he was still able to be one step ahead.

“Cheapest trick to keep her busy.” Tommy added, sending the photo to the Shelby’s chat group.

“I can’t wait to go back home.” He knew being away wasn’t easy for her, specially because she was so attached to Emma.

“The day will fly by and you’ll be back before you know it.” He tried to cheer her up. His eyes darting back to his daughter, still amazed by the balloons.

“Look at you, I leave you for a couple of days and you win the award parent of the year.”

“That’s what you get for abandoning us.” He joked.

“Hey!” Tommy heard Rose’s voice in the background. “Only emergencies! Is Tommy missing an arm?” He heard some weird noise and then she spoke clearly. “I hope you’re taking good care of Emma.”

“Of course.” He wasn’t sure if he should be more scared of his wife or Rose.

“Good, then were stealing your wife for another day and we’re already planning the next trip.” She warned, and this time around, it was Y/N turn in the background saying that she didn’t want to be away from her daughter again.

“Have a fabulous day, I gotta change a stinky nappy.”

Ending the call, he decided to order some food, the last thing on his mind at the moment was to prepare something. At least he got a great deal by keeping his daughter busy with the balloons and that granted him a few minutes to stand outside in the balcony to smoke a cigarette while keeping an eye on his baby.

And the rest of his day went just like that between naps, babbling and the little sounds his daughter made. Later he’d pick a book to read to her.

****

Sunday finally arrived and after driving for a couple of hours, the girls left her by the apartment lobby first, so she made the trip to her floor quietly and since she didn’t tell Tommy what time they were coming back, she took the chance to surprise him.

He didn’t know, but she had been watching him in the baby monitor app on her phone. As a matter of fact her heart felt full last night when she realized her baby wouldn’t settle and after a couple of minutes, she saw Tommy getting up from the bed and climbing the crib -big enough to fit him-, to sleep with his baby.

She knew he was the best father their daughter could have.

And another proof was that moment while he was feeding Emma and he started singing a Romani song and ever so gently he explained their baby he came from gypsies and she too, had gypsy blood running in her veins. Y/N wanted to bottle the two of them along with those moments that made her confirm her deep love for that man.

But Y/N was the surprised one when she stepped into her apartment and found Tommy sleeping on the couch with Emma lying on his chest fast asleep, his arm wrapped around her back protectively. Her small hand closed in a tight fist over her bunny’s ear.

The image was instantly tattooed in her heart as a lifetime memory.

And she knew, her heart was full and that this was an endless love.

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[moral-terpitude]

The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed - part 5

Word Count: 905

Warnings: mentions of miscarriage/ infant loss.

No readmore because I don’t want to lose paragraphs. It’s still giving me problems. Sorry.

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Tommy sat at his desk with his head in his hands. He hadn’t slept the rest of the night, and you not coming to bed had kept him tossing and turning anyway.

He knew he had fucked up as soon as the words left his mouth, knew he said the wrong thing, and felt like shit as soon as he realized it.

He picked up his phone, scrolling through until he clicked on Finn’s name. He thought about calling the florist first, but he knew if you hadn’t come to bed that sending flowers with an apology wouldn’t even begin to fix it.

He would have to truly go to the source of the problem.

“Hello?” Finn answered, voice cracking as he spoke. 10AM and the phone ringing was the only reason he woke up.

Tommy shook his head.

“What the fuck is your problem, Finn?”

“Morning to you too, Tom?”

“Fuck off. You come into my house in the middle of the night, piss off my wife, and then want a warm welcome?”

He groaned, the sound of sheets kicking around before he spoke, “I don’t remember a thing, Tommy. I swear.”

“You don’t remember a thing? How does telling Y/N that she’s not Charlie’s mother sound? Ring any fucking bells? Because I don’t even know what you said, but I know you fucked up.”

Finn grumbled.

“It’s time you start being responsible for your actions, Finn. Everyday I feel like you’re pushing against everything I’ve built trying to fucking topple it over.”

“Tommy, I’m not—“

“Then start fucking acting like it and row the boat in the same direction as the rest of us!”

“Okay, Tommy.”

“I’ve got you going in to the old BSA factory starting this afternoon. 12 hours shift, six days a week. Should keep you out of trouble and help you repay all the money you owe Arthur and I.”

“But—“

“Finn, you talk big and throw our name around like you’re the one that’s made it mean something, but you need to start acting like it, because right now, you’re far from it.”

The line was silent as Tommy waited for another round of protesting but none came.

“Now, think of a good apology for Y/N, and get the fuck out of my house.”

He ended the call, tossing the phone to the far side of the desk.

You hadn’t messaged, hadn’t called, and there hadn’t even been an email sent that he’d been CC’d in on that morning.

He buried his head in his hands, rubbing his eyes until he saw stars. He hadn’t tried to call you either. What was there to say? He had fucked up, he knew it, and he feared one of these days you wouldn’t accept his apologies any more.

Two sharp knocks at the door came before Lizzie peeked in, “Everything okay?”

Tommy shook his head, leaning against the open window before lighting a cigarette, “No, but we’ll manage.”

She hummed, setting a folder down on the desk, “Want me to check on her, I need some papers signed anyway.”

“Don’t make it obvious, yeah?”

Lizzie nodded, departing silently.

Looking down at the people traversing the sidewalk, he just wanted to rewind everything, go back to Sunday and enjoy you and the peace and quiet of the house all over again. Back to normal.

He knew how much the attitude of other people toward you not being Charlie’s biological mother had killed you in the beginning. The school he had been in, before being transferred to a better one, had always given you issues picking him up. Prying mothers asking questions that were none of their business. Letting you know they could never love someone else’s child like their own.

It was supposed to be easier when you got married.

He watched in a somber mood the rain started, as if the world knew how he felt on the inside.

You had never treated Charlie like he wasn’t your own. When he would have a nightmare, when he was still small, you always put him in the middle of the bed to keep him safe. You bandaged cuts and took care of bloody noses.

You had decided when you ended up in the hospital, terrible stomach pain, and the result in the end only being able to look at the 12 week formed baby once before throwing up that the two of you would just tell Charlie it had been a stomach problem that put you there.

No one else in the family needed to know.

(Of course Polly knew; about six weeks along she had told you to take a test, but you had assumed you had missed your week just due to stress.)

You were the one that held everything together for the two of them, now.

You had been the one that warned Tommy that Finn was going to be a bad influence on Charlie long before the issues actually started.

He knew you deserved much more than a proper apology. He needed to listen and start putting his own household first, stop trying to fix everything else.

Tommy rose from the window frame, jaw tense before resigning himself to the fact that calling the florist wouldn’t be a fix, it wouldn’t even be an apology. But it would be a start.

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[notyour-valentine]

Lockdown Masterpiece ~ Modern!Tommy Shelby (Fluff)

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Summary: Tommy takes charge of homeschooling- it goes better than anyone could have ever imagined

Note: This was written for @cillmequick 's milestone celebration! Congratulations once again. I hope you have as much fun reading this as I had writing it!

I do not consent to my work being translated, copied or posted elsewhere on this platform or any other. This hasn't been beta'd so I apologise for typos or mistakes

Warning: Covid?

Wordcount: 1328 words

Sometimes, in the earliest hours of the morning, Tommy would confess that he felt like the whole world had banded against him, purposefully trying to throw every wrench possible in his works. 

The world, that had usually meant Arthur not doing what he asked him to, or Polly not approving one of his business ideas, or Finn running wild or Ada arguing about some policy or other.

Well, this time the world itself truly seemed to have conspired against her husband. 

He was someone who was constantly on the move, who was never content with doing nothing. Even his definition of rest included training horses or devouring books as if his reading capabilities had an expiration date.  

Impatience was another key attribute of his.

He had told - not asked - her the very first night they had met that he was going to marry her, had bought their house before even consulting her with the shrugged confession that if she hadn’t liked it, he’d just buy another (convincing her that he must’ve bought a few others in case), and produced a list of baby names the moment she had said she might be up for having children one day.  

Fast and forward, that was his motto in life and there truly was no stopping Tommy Shelby, until the world had stopped him. 

And for once, her husband had lacked foresight.

All the way until March, he had been convinced that all of this would just blow over, that there was no way they would truly shut down the country, let alone half the world for “ a silly cold”.

It had resulted in him having to pay a smuggler to get back into the country without quarantine because he had overstayed his trip overseas and suddenly got very nervous at the prospect of being stuck in a government issued hotel room for two weeks. 

They had isolated him - against his will and despite his arguing- in one of the rooms of Arrow House only to discover on day six that her husband had caught the virus. 

Men were never good patients and in this, like in so many other things, her husband had decided to go above and beyond. 

Luckily he had been alright in the end, with just a lingering issue with taste and smell (although that could be from the cigarettes) and a built up pile of impatience. 

Now her husband was running a global enterprise from their office, in addition to a new charitable scheme for families in need “because they fucked it up again, didn’t they?”

His increasing rage with the politicians, even prior to the pandemic, was starting to worry her, lest he get any more grand ideas. 

Sometimes he moved at such a speed it wouldn't really surprise her to wake up one morning to find out he had been made Prime Minister.

In the mean time it had been her taking care of the homeschooling of their three children. 

Eloise was eight and a half, Caroline was six and Raphael was three which meant, in theory, they were outnumbered by one as she had sent the staff home to be with their own families as soon as the pandemic truly hit. 

At least that was what she was usually doing. 

After last nights argument, however, she had the morning all to herself. 

Tommy hadn’t exactly approved her idea of schooling Caroline and Eloise in turn, an hour each before switching and had insisted it would be far more efficient to do it simultaneously. 

That was an offer too good to pass up and it also gave her a little time to get some housework done. 

After an hour she had decided that Tommy would have to give the house staff a raise (and a big one - seriously, how the hell did they do it?) and after another hour she had given up and decided they would just have to downsize and collect dust in all the rooms they really didn't need.

After three and a half hours, her curiosity got the better of her and she made her way to the dining room, which had become their make shift school room. 

She heard the giggling long before she had even opened the door. 

Her husband was right where he was supposed to be, sitting at the head of the table. 

Eloise and Caroline, however, were both kneeling on the table, sheets of papers and online excersises long forgotten. 

Raphael was the only one not sitting on large mahogany desk imported all the way Peru, instead sitting on the floor while working away eagerly on the century old parquet floor, making his mark. 

Tommy, who had discarded his suits for plain black t-shirts and jeans (as casual as he would go) after a month of lockdown, had his arms flat on the table and soon she realised why. 

At least when she saw what Raphael was clutching between his hands.

It was confirmed by the grey box that had been tipped over on the dining room table, perfectly labelled, if one had the patience to read. 

“Hello my loves!”, she greeted as she scooped her baby boy up in her arms, gently prying the dark green marker from his fingers. 

“Mummy!”, he greeted, wrapping his arms around her neck and giving her a kiss, just like he had seen his Dad do. 

“Hello Mummy!”, Caroline giggled, while Eloise at least had the decency to look caught. But not caught enough not to add the finishing touches to what she was working on.

“I see homeschooling is going well!”, she teased as she saw Tommy’s resignation.

“Don’t!”, he hissed, glancing down at his arms. 

They were pale, or rather they had once been pale apart from the darkness taken up by his countless tattoos that covered both his arms from the shoulders downward. 

Thankfully he had only ever chosen black ink, but now there was purple and green, orange and yellow, bright blue and pink, turquoise and brown all mixed together. 

“Daddy said I could use his arm for my letter practice!”, Caroline announced proudly, eagerly showing off where she had traced that part of his skin where he had immortalised all their names in order with every colour of the rainbow. 

“I see!”, she mused with the sincerity of an art critic.

“And what about you Eloise? Are you doing your maths on Daddy’s other arm?”

She shook her head, smirking.

“He said if I did it well I could colour his tattoos in.”

She must have done very well then because the other arm was just as bright as the one Caroline had traced far more than just their names. 

The horse on his shoulder was now a unicorn with a pink and purple mane, riding on a bright blue cloud. The horseshoe on his other had little yellow stars and the four leaf clover shone as green as a leprechaun. 

The gaps between the sunburst on his shoulders had been coloured in as well with stripes of blue and turquoise and the one that showed his regiment had never looked more dignified than it did now with bright pink dots on orange. 

The rose of course had received a special treatment too, while the inscription of 'family' had also been traced half a dozen times, with the added definition of "Mummy- Daddy - Ellie - Callie - Raphie" in Eloise's handwriting which was so like her father's.

“It worked as a reward.”, Tommy said in an effort to save his dignity. 

“Oh I’m sure it did!”, she said, unable to stop grinning. 

Sitting Raphael down on the table, she reached for the red marker and took the tip off with her teeth.

“Do you know what the best part is?”, she asked, after drawing a small red heart on his cheek.

He had tired to pull away at first, but soon gave up at the sight of his arms. Still he glared at her with the dark promise of revenge, which made her feel a little more tingly than it should have in the presence of her three children.

And he doesn't even know it yet!

“That you’ll take a picture to send to Ada?”, he grumbled, rolling his eyes in preparation.

“No, but that’s a good idea.”, she agreed.

“Thankfully I’ll have a lot of time to take that picture though.”

She laughing outright now, at the sight of one of the most powerful, most influential men in this country, who could inspire admiration the same way he could command terror, covered from shoulder to wrist in the brightest colours imaginable thanks to the handiwork of their little girls. 

“What?”, he asked impatiently. 

Biting her lip she leaned closer, pressing a kiss right below the heart she had drawn before leaning in to whisper the truth into his ear.

“Love, the ones in the grey box are the permanent markers.”

End.

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[forgottenpeakywriter]

Hi there. I'm looking for people to rp with in the Peaky Blinders fandom. I mainly rp as Tommy Shelby. I've rp him for 4 plus years. My style of rp is freestyle to semi literate.

I don't mind rp with Ocs or original characters. Topics I do rp as follows:

Dark Tommy

Soft Tommy

Hurt/Comfort

Drama/Angst

Bdsm Topics which is a wide range.

Smut

Action

Scary

fluff

Relatable Situations

Modern Tommy

Traditional Tommy

Happy

Topics I don't do

Sad

Death

I preferably want a rp that's from the United States. Also 18 plus because my Rps would contain adult content and language. You can rp with me on discord too my name is Oppie's Lady.

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[xxblackballoonxx]

Electric: Chapter 21

Modern John Shelby AU

This fic is being posted simultaneously on FanFiction.net and Ao3. Classy smut warning beginning with Chapter 5.

Welcome to the second part of Electric! Make sure you catch up on Part 1 (Chapters 1 - 20) at the masterlist link below. Let's get back to John and Gemma.

Chapter 20 Electric Masterlist

Electric

Chapter 21: Atlantic

Three weeks after returning to Birmingham from London, Gemma sat in her flat on a rainy day, with Julia sitting on the floor next to her.  They were preparing for Gemma's trip to New York, confirming travel details and documents that may be needed.

"You still haven't told John exactly who you'll be seeing in New York, have you?" Julia asked, looking over at Gemma.

Gemma bit her lip and shook her head.  There really wasn't a reason to not tell John. It was more that she didn't want to face the idea of John being in Small Heath while she was on the other side of the Atlantic, dealing with a part of her own past.

"I will. Tonight." Gemma finally said with a sigh.

"You know he'll be alright with it if you are, yeah? But are you also sure you want to do this? See Nick again?"

"Yes. No. I don't know. He was a huge part of my life, a huge part of my career really. The band is finally getting the chance they've always deserved, and I know them better than anyone. I don't want personal history to get in the way of me supporting talent that I believe in."

Julia nodded and watched as Gemma's eyes faded out to another place. She'd heard the stories about Nick Stanton. Incredibly talented, so close to have hitting it big in the late 2000s. Still making albums and playing locally. Never Sleep Records had finally caught on after years and years of Gemma pitching the band to everyone she knew. 

"Tell John tonight. It'll be a lot easier for you to go if he knows the full truth and you have his full support. If there's one thing about that man I know for sure, he loves you." Julia said with a smile.

Gemma nodded with a grin, thinking back to the week before when they had invited Julia and a few of John and Finn's friends over for dinner. Julia and Isiah had hit it off, despite Julia protesting that she was too old for him (to which Isiah had made her swoon with a compliment). Julia had hung out with John and Gemma together several times by that point, but she could tell something had changed between them after the Eden opening. They were more settled into each other. 

"Now, practice with me how you're going to tell your loving, hotter than fuck boyfriend that you're going on a work trip and will be seeing your former ... boyfriend? Love interest? Complication? Who is far less loving and far less hot." Julia stated.

Gemma rolled her eyes and laughed at the comparison of John and Nick. And Julia was right. They were night and day in every single respect.

Later that night after supper, Gemma sat next to John on the sofa in the Shelby living room, the TV on low as they enjoyed the peace. Finn had gone out with Carolyn, and Gemma fidgeted, linking and unlinking her fingers as she thought of what to say. And how to say it.

"What's going on Gem?" John asked casually, taking one of her hands in his.

He'd noticed that she'd been more and more nervous as the week went on and had initially chalked it up to her work trip. But then he realized she'd told him very few details about said work trip, and he began to suspect there was something more to the story.

"So, you know how I'm going to New York. Well, the thing is ... the band that I'm going to represent ... is Nick's band." Gemma mumbled, looking down as she picked at the sleeve of John's shirt.

He took a moment to breathe and process. Gemma had told him about Nick early on, but never really gave much detail. He'd put together bits and pieces and came to the conclusion that Gemma had been in love with Nick for a long time and it was a messy relationship. Nick also seemed to be a large reason why she took the job at Church Street Records.

"You haven't really told me much about him, but I've heard enough to know that he was a really important person in your life for a long time. Are you nervous? Scared?" John asked softly, pulling Gemma into his lap.

"Both, I guess. But more nervous and scared that it's going to be a problem for you." Gemma whispered.

"Gems, hey, look at me." John replied, gently tilting her face up. The look in her eyes saddened him.

"I love you. I am with you. That's not changing, love, I promise. I trust you and I know that you've decided to take this on for good reason." John continued.

Gemma nodded and leaned her head against John's shoulder. Julia could not have been more correct. Everything about John was different from Nick.

"I know ...and I know I haven't talked about him much. It's been strange to me, to think about talking about him when all I want to do is focus on you and me."

"Would you feel better if you told me a little bit about him?"

Gemma thought for a minute and then nodded. She sat up straight, the feeling of John's arm around her waist comforting and safe. She knew she'd have to talk about it eventually.

"Nick and I met years ago at a show one night, years ago now. I was 17, he was 20. He was playing with another band I knew. Something happened when our eyes met, kind of like how it felt when I met you. Like something big was happening in my life and I could feel everything changing. I did everything I could for him. Promo, working his shows, selling merch, sitting in on recording sessions. I was his personal cheerleader in a lot of ways. It's always been a very ... complex relationship."

John nodded his head and watched as Gemma went back to picking at the cuff of his sleeve. Her fingers brushed over his and he took the opportunity to link his fingers through hers, catching the small smile on her face as he did so.

"I know there's more." He said quietly.

"I've always loved him. Hated and loved him, most times. He was … is so frustrating. I used my work with him as the basis of my resume, the experience got me my first paying jobs in the industry. And I know I don't owe him anything for that. But it became complicated ... when we were together, at a show or in a studio, it was perfection. Everything about us was in sync. But outside of that, it was messy. He's dated more girls than I can count, always coming back to me in between them. But never committing. Never putting anything on the line for me. And it got to a point where I couldn't do it anymore. So I stopped working with him altogether over a year ago. Hadn't heard from him since. Funny, how they get a record deal offer now."

Gemma looked up at John, his eyes cloudy with the thoughts of someone treating her in that way. 

"Are you sure you want to do this? See him again? I trust you completely, I just don't want you to get hurt."

"He asked for me, personally, according to Julia. So did the rest of the band. It's something I worked at for years, trying to get them signed, for them have a bigger platform to put out the music I still really believe in. I want to do that part of it. Interacting with him outside of the business aspect ... I don't know yet."

"You do what you feel is best for you, yeah? If you want to meet with him, to maybe put some things to rest, I think you should do that. If you don't want to, it’s ok to just let it stay in the past."

Gemma wrapped her arms around John's shoulders, pressing her body against his. She sighed with relief as John returned the hug, holding her firmly to him. 

“I’ve got you, love. I'm not going anywhere." John said, his voice low and comforting in her ear.

"Thank you, J." Gemma whispered back.

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John cooked her breakfast at her flat the morning of her flight, attempting to settle her nerves before he drove her to the airport. She stood in the kitchen doorway, watching the muscles in his back move as he flipped a pancake, his bare skin both tempting and comforting to her.

"One order of American pancakes for my favorite American girl." John said with a cheeky smile, turning to hand her a plate piled with pancakes and bacon.

"I sincerely hope my favorite Brummie boy is going to help me, cause there is no way I can eat all of this." Gemma replied with a laugh.

John picked up two forks and followed Gemma into the lounge, both of them sitting on the floor in front of the coffee table. He let her take the first bite of pancakes, her eyes lighting up.

"These are really good, J. Best batch yet." 

"I've been practicing on Finn, but I think he's had his fill."

John watched Gemma laugh again and put his hand on her bare thigh, taking in the feel of her warm skin under his hand. She continued eating but gave him a naughty look, her eyes focusing on his bare chest while she took another bite.

"We should plan a trip to New York sometime, I'd love to take you there." Gemma said.

"Tell me when and where and I'm there, darlin'." John replied.

Gemma nodded and thought to herself about how easy it was, to mention a trip to John and know that he would be interested. That she knew he would go anywhere she asked him to. 

An hour later, John sat on the bed as Gemma paced back and forth across the room, packing last minute items that she needed. A familiar item of clothing was in her hand and he couldn't help but tease her.

"Is that my hoodie that you're putting on right now?" John joked.

"It absolutely is, and it is absolutely coming with me." Gemma replied, looking over at him.

John reached out and pulled her between his legs, his hands running up underneath the tank top she had on below the hoodie. He felt her shiver as he touched just below her bra, and he grinned deviously.

"Not fair for you to do this to me right before I leave.” Gemma mumbled into his shoulder.

"Can't help myself. I won't be able to touch you for several days." 

John watched with satisfaction as Gemma looked down at him, her desire for him so easy to read. She put a hand against his face, eyes locking for a moment before she kissed his cheek and then put her lips just below his ear.

"I'm all about reunion sex." She whispered against his neck.

John burst out laughing and she smiled, sinking into him further. Her fingers ran across the chain he wore, closing her eyes as she memorized the sound of his laugh. The smell of his cologne drifting over her. The feel of the chain against his skin.

A few hours later, John stood with Gemma in the departures entrance at the Birmingham Airport. He had the handle of her suitcase in his right hand and rubbed her back gently with his left, watching patiently as she pulled out her passport. He was determined to remain calm, even though the thought of Gemma flying across the Atlantic was enough to send him into a panic spiral. She will be fine, he thought to himself.

“Have everything?” John asked quietly, pulling her into a hug.

“Hope so. Everything but you.” Gemma replied, looking up at John, her eyes flickering with worry.

“It’s going to be fine, Gems. Promise ya. Let me know when you get on the plane and when you land, ok?” 

“Of course. I love you, John.” 

“I love you, too.”

John leaned down and kissed Gemma quickly before hugging her one more time. He pulled back and reached up to his neck, unclasping the chain he always wore. Gemma watched as he pulled it out from his shirt and draped it around her neck, moving her hair gently to the side. She put her fingers up to the chain and then touched John’s cheek as he looked down at her.

“So you know that I’m always with you, love.” John whispered. 

Gemma smiled and wrapped her arms around his middle, her head resting against his chest as he slowly rocked her back and forth for a few minutes. Finally, she sighed and stepped back, taking the handle of her suitcase from him.

“Check the front pocket of your carry on, but only when you get on the plane. Left you a surprise. I’ll see you soon, Gemma.” John said with a smile. 

“I’ll see you soon, J.” Gemma replied. They’d agreed to not ever say goodbye.

John watched and waited until Gemma was to the front of the security line, he could just barely see her over the crowds of travelers. He took a deep breath and turned to go back to the parking lot, where he would sit until he knew Gemma was on the plane. And then it was off to The Garrison, to occupy himself until she safely landed in New York.

Gemma had kept her word and didn’t look in the front pocket of her carry on until she got on the plane. She unzipped the pocket and found a bag of her favorite British snacks with a note from John.

In case you need a reminder of Birmingham. Or get hangry. Maybe both? I love you. - John

She smiled at the note, touching the chain around her neck. It was the most John thing in the world, to sneak a bag of snacks in her bag and write a cute note with it. He was everything she had ever wanted in a partner. The complete opposite of Nick Stanton, in every possible way. And yet, she could hear his voice from across the Atlantic. She could only hope that she would hear John’s voice even more loudly once she was back in New York. Back with the only guy who she'd ever really loved before John Shelby came into her life. 

#john shelby #modern john shelby #john shelby fanfic #joe cole #john shelby imagine #modern peaky blinders #john shelby fanfiction #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders fanfiction #peaky blinders #electric

[call-sign-shark]

Shark! I just see you reblogged these questions, too ❤️.

Both for Rat 🐁;

Lavender - How does your OC cope with loud noises?

Petunia - When was the last time your OC cried?

Ohhhh thanks my little Flor! I’ll definitely send some for you too so expect me in your ask box teehee. 🤭 Rat’s super happy to get such a warm welcome!

How does your OC cope with loud noises?

She doesn’t cope with them because she’s not bothered by them. Quite the contrary, Rat hates silence and needs to constantly have at least a small background noise otherwise her mind drives her crazy. That’s why she often has her headphones blasting loud music, sleeps near a nightclub or put blast some music in Arthur’s home. Sometimes Arthur yells at her for listening music too loud… And she plays it louder. Despite this, they end up singing rock classics together while doing the dishes or cooking, with Hannibal howling to the rhythm.

When was the last time your OC cried?

Despite her very tough behavior and her unhinged tendencies, Rat cried very recently. She was walking the dog with Arthur and she saw someone she knew… She ran home under Arthur’s bewildered and confuse gaze, locked herself in the bathroom and cried. When she came outside of the bathroom, she was all smiling and just told him her periods struck suddenly. Of course he knew she was lying and noticed her swollen eyes, but he did not dare asking what happened.

Rat is Reader in the Peaky Blinders modern AU Loose Cannon. Check the Masterlist here if you wanna read more about it.

#Shark talks #arthur shelby #peaky blinders #arthur shelby x reader #Peaky blinders imagine #Arthur Shelby x oc #rat the brat #modern peaky blinders

[ryuzakemo128]

Peaky Blinders Incorrect Quotes (Part Thirteen)

(Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven / Part Eight / Part Nine/ Part Ten / Part Eleven / Part Twelve )

(Dividers by this person here)

Red: Who hurt you? Aberama: *snorting* What, do you want a list? Red: ...Yes, actually.

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Red: Do you have any idea what you’re doing? Thomas: Why start now?

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Thomas: .. .----. -- / … --- .-. .-. -.-- (translation: I'M SORRY) Red: What's that? Thomas: Remorse code. Red: I'm even angrier now.

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Red: Astrology is fun because I can pretend that all of my behaviors are just a result of being a Gemini and not symptoms of mental illness. Thomas: Being a Gemini is a mental illness. That’s not hate it’s just a fact.

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Thomas: Please could you go to the shop and get a carton of milk, if they have avocados get six. Red, coming back from the store with six cartons of milk: They had avocados!

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Red: I'm bored, any suggestions? Thomas: Sleeping is nice. Red: I acknowledge your suggestion, and I’m deciding to ignore it.

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Red: You... you saved me. You're not a beast at all. YOU'RE A HERO, AN UGLY UGLY UGLY HERO! Thomas: Call me ugly again, and maybe I will eat you.

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Thomas: Even Red and I have been getting closer. The other day, they gave me half of their sandwich. Red: I mistook them for a garbage can.

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Thomas: I love you. Red, not paying attention: What was that? Thomas: I said I’m selling you to the zOo-

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Thomas: You’d be stupid to lay a hand on me. Red: Oh, you’d be surprised how much stupid shit I do.

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Thomas: I got an idea! Red: Does it involve breaking the law? Thomas: By now don’t you think that’s a given? Red: I was just trying to be optimistic. Thomas: Don’t bother.

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Red, holding in their laughter: Hey, how do you ask a glass of water what it’s doing? Thomas: A glass of water is an inanimate object. Therefore, it's incapable of having a thought process or understanding basic human language. Red: Red: Water you doing?

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Thomas: ...I'm pretty sure that place is fire-proof, or something. Alfie, grenade in hand: Alright, but is it explosion-proof?

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Alfie: What the fuck is wrong with you?? Red: What? No good morning? Alfie: Good morning, what the fuck is wrong with you??

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Alfie: Why is it that I always lose things as soon as I need them? Aberama: Actually, it's not that you lose things when you need them. You lose them a while before. It's just that you LOOK for things when you need them. Alfie: Okay yeah thanks Aberama, that's great but WHERE'S THE FUCKING FIRST AID KIT?

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Thomas: Think you can answer some questions without the usual level of sarcasm? Aberama: If you can ask the questions without the usual level of stupid.

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Red: Thomas, I don’t think I can handle any more of your tomfuckery. Thomas: Oh yeah? Well I can keep going until you’re all tomfuckered out!

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Alfie: I’ve invited you here because I crave the deadliest game... Thomas, nodding: Knife Monopoly. Alfie: I was actually going to play Russian roulette, but now I'm really interested in whatever knife Monopoly is.

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Red: If you water water, it grows. Alfie: ...What. Thomas: They've got a point.

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Thomas: Shouldn't get stressed out, it's not good for the baby. Red: What baby? Thomas, crying a bit: Me.

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Thomas: I want to kiss you. Red, not paying attention: What? Thomas: I said if you die, I wont miss you.

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Red: Can we go to a haunted house? Thomas: What’s wrong with the one we live in? Red: Wh-what? Thomas: Goodnight, Red.

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Red You’re drunk. Thomas: Correction: drinking. Present tense. Grammar, Red.

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Thomas: I’m Thomas. I’m an accountant. Red: I’m Red. I have a knife.

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Computer: Please enter a password. Thomas: *types in Red* Computer: Your password is too weak. Thomas: How fucking DARE YOU-

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Red: Wait, what's going on? Are we all talking about how hot Thomas is? Because Thomas is a straight up sexual fox riding a red-hot nuclear bombshell right toward the yowza plaza in the heart of Babe City, Assachusetts, U S A. The last A just stands for more ass.

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Thomas, sweating: Red, there’s something I need to ask you- Red: Finally! You’re proposing! Thomas: How’d you know? Red: Thomas, you’ve dropped the ring five times during dinner. Red: I even picked it up once.

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Red: Can you recommend a book that'll make me cry? Thomas: General Mathematics 8th Grade Edition.

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Red: Thomas! For the love of god, please turn down that music. I have a hangover. Thomas: *blasting the mii theme at full volume* That sounds like a you problem, not a mii problem.

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Thomas: I’m genuinely surprised you haven’t gotten arrested, let alone gotten a felony yet. Red: Nat 20 Charisma. Thomas: That is NOT how that works-

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Red, admiring a sleeping Thomas: You’re so cute. Thomas, sleepily: I could beat your ass. Red, lovingly: I know.

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Red: When you've been on the internet for as long as I have, you develop thick skin. Thomas: Navy blue isn't your color. Red: Navy blue brings out my eyes you prick! *Chases after Thomas*

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Thomas: How would you like your coffee? Red: As dark and as bitter as my soul. Thomas, shouting to someone behind the counter: I need one vanilla latte with extra cream and sugar!

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Thomas: You know what’s funny about Red? They’re my best friend, and anyone who’d hurt them is someone I’d murder, probably.

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Thomas: Watcha doin? Red: Stealing my neighbor's cat. Thomas: Scandalous. Thomas: Can I help?

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Red: That sounds super! Doesn’t that sound super, Thomas? Thomas: No. Red: I think I speak for Thomas when I say it sounds really super.

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Thomas: Are you having another depressive episode? Red: A depressive episode? Red: I'm having a depressive series and we're just on season one.

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Thomas: Do you know the ABCs of first aid? Red: A. Bone. Coming out of the skin is very bad.

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Thomas to Red: We smell of sweat and loss.

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Thomas: What's that? Red: Chocolate. Thomas: What's chocolate? Red: Candy. Do they not have candy where you're from? Thomas: Yeah. Grapes, nuts. Red: No wonder you're so bitter.

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Red: *Kicks the door open, looking panicked* Thomas: What did you do?! Red: NOBODY DIED! Thomas: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!

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[shelbydelrey]

"If you're lonely baby

Hold me, you're my only one"

Prom Song (Gone Wrong) - Lana Del Rey

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[lelapine]

Modern Finn/F!OC

I wrote this some time ago, thinking I’d add something more to it before I post... anyway, here’s my take on modern Finn

        There wasn’t much she could do to change the course of the future actions – everything was carefully planned ahead and everyone, no matter if they agreed anymore, had their role and no way out.

         She didn’t like the plan from the beginning, but if she chickened out at any moment, everyone would be inevitably facing various charges – from drug dealing, and assisting murderers to possible terrorism. But that’s what happens when you have a connection to the Patriarch of Shelby’s family – your voice lacks importance.

         Dilay nervously tapped her fingers on her computer mouse, but not enough to make it click in its digital form. Finn, who was sitting across the table, smiled slightly into his cup of tea – he was already too jittery to have more coffee – and without intending to, she had to smile back. He laid his hand on hers and was about to lean in and kiss her – probably, she was never sure what he could do for a bit of a laugh – when both of their phones rang.

         The change in the mood of their table had to be obvious to the whole room – she would swear she felt everyone look at her as she picked up her phone to read the text message she got. After sending a short reply, she looked over at Finn and drew in a deep breath. His usually smooth forehead was wrinkled with the lines of worry and thinking as he nodded to what the person on the other side of the line was saying. With a quick motion of his finger, he directed Dilay to start picking up their things.

         When he ended the call, Finn raised his eyes back to her and picked up the strap of Dilay’s bag. “We have to move. Someone ratted out and raised the alarm.” He murmured as he grabbed her hand in an attempt to look like a pair of students leaving the library in hurry.

         She nodded silently and moved along. As she always did – and as she always would.

#Finn Shelby fic #Finn Shelby x OC #Finn Shelby x Dilay Acker #modern peaky blinders #finn shelby

[look-at-the-soul]

Because of you

Modern Tommy Shelby x reader

🎉 @runnning-outof-time I write this little fluffy piece for your celebration! Hope you like this! Congratulations on 4K followers, and also thank you for your kindness, your constant content -which I’m trying to catch up on-, and your little sweet and cheerful messages K! 💖 I’m particularly grateful for your presence in this fandom (the very first blog I remember following and following me back!)

Last but not least, thank you @justrainandcoffee for the absolutely beautiful moodboard!!!!!!! ♥️✨ It’s everything I imagined and even more ✨

A/N: Keep reading until the end, you’ll find a recipe in case this story makes you go hungry 🤭 because in this blog we share photos and recipes, whatever you want 😉 I couldn’t help it but add the grandma element in this one (Grandma’s series) and a little baby fever 👀 @forbidden-forest-witch

Word count: 2,308

“Alright Polly, I’ll deal with the contracts tomorrow morning.”

“Thanks, Ada should be sending you the papers.”

“Enjoy the rest of your holiday already, bye.” He added but didn’t hang up. He heard her laughing at the other end of the line. “For good, have some fucking rest.”

She was just like him, refused to take days off, now she was finally about to embark into a cruise around the Mediterranean.

“Are you home yet?” She asked.

“Yeah, just want to take a bath and go to sleep.” But that was so unlikely since both his children were home for the weekend.

“Give Y/N and the kids a kiss from me.” Polly requested and finally hung up.

Getting a phone call from an known number, Tommy decided he was done for the day, so pressing the red button, he walked into his apartment and immediately the voices coming from the kitchen caught his attention.

Genuine, loud laughs filled the hall and he recognized the unmistakable song in the background.

“I want the pink M&M’s!” Shouted Ruby.

“Why do you like everything that’s pink?” Charlie questioned as Tommy left his keys and wallet by the table.

“Because…” his daughter’s voice mumbled something he didn’t understand. “Y/N can you spin me around again, pleeeease?”

Tommy was about to interrupt the scene going on the kitchen, but he stopped midway as Y/N turned around and leaned forward, Ruby wrapped her arms and legs from behind while Y/N held her feet and slowly twirled around. Making his daughter giggle uncontrollably, her hair flowing.

“Okay now go back to your chair because you’re making the baby twirl inside too.” Y/N joked.

“I don’t know how you do it, when I was pregnant all I could was throw up. You need to take it easy.” Her mother asked in a worried tone.

“Mom I’m fine, besides the baby really wants a slice.” Then, looking at Charlie, she gasped. “Oh Charlie we don’t lick the spatula,” she told him in a calm tone, but it was too late he was done decorating his slice and now half his face was covered in chocolate, “well, what’s a few germs between friends huh?”

As the kids started giggling, she noticed Tommy standing by the door.

She was wearing a black tight dress that looked like a second skin on her, wrapping every curve perfectly and also showing his favorite new feature; the baby bump fully on display. Her hair free, wild long waves covered her back. A few bracelets hanging from her wrist, the Cartier watch he gave her for their first anniversary and her signature smile that took his breath away.

“I didn’t hear you,” wiping her hands with a cloth, she approached her husband. “Missed you.”

His hands wrapped around her back immediately as their lips connected. She tasted like cheesecake and strawberries.

“I missed you too.” He whispered and crunching down, he planted a kiss on her swollen belly. “How’s my little one, eh?”

“Starving and wriggling around.” Y/N answered as Tommy went for another kiss, this time on her lips.

“Eww, dad.” Charlie complained. Embarrassed by their affection.

Ignoring his son’s complain, he went to kiss Ruby on the cheek and then kissed Charlie as well, ruffling his blonde hair in the process.

“Hello Lisa, how are you doing?”

“Trying to make Y/N sit, but she won’t listen to me.” His mother in law welcomed him with a hug.

“Yeah, I deal with that on a daily basis.” He winked at her playfully.

“Hello? I’m standing right here!” Y/N waved at them.

“Oh!” Tommy made an innocent face. “Right, well I didn’t say anything.”

Ruby laughed. “Look Dad! Y/N had some crampings and we made a cheesecake!”

“I think she means cravings right?” He asked Y/N in a low voice, making his wife smile. “We? Are you sure you baked that?”

“Weeeeell Y/N and grandma baked it, but we decorated it!” She defended.

“And we made all slices with different topings.” Added Charlie.

Tommy’s heart melted as he heard his daughter call Y/N’s mother grandma, she and Polly were the closest his kids had.

He had lost his mother a long time ago, but once Y/N stepped into his life everything changed. Lonely nights were filled with love, long and deep talks. Actually, thanks to her, Tommy started to spend quality time with his children; Charlie and Ruby, driving them or picking them up from school, arranging plans on the weekends, even taking them both on holidays.

And Lisa welcomed not only him into her family lovingly, but both his kids as if they were her biological grandchildren.

“So which one is for me?” He asked after clearing his throat, he tried to hide his emotions, but Y/N could read him like an open book and a moment later he felt her hand on his back and her head on his shoulder. “These all look great.”

He spied on the slices with several options.

“Y/N said chocolate marble is your favorite.” Ruby gave him a serious stare.

“That’s about right.” He nodded profusely in her direction, then looking at his mother in law, he asked her; “I hope they didn’t give you loads of work.”

“None of that, they’re amazing kids.” Lisa beamed.

A groan came from the fridge, Tommy went immediately after Y/N worried.

“What is it?”

“We were going to put the pizza in the oven, but I can’t stand the smell.” She made a face.

Tommy decided to check the food, it had been in the freezer but it might be bad.

“This doesn’t smell, Y/N.”

“I just don’t want pizza anymore.” She pouted.

And in that very same moment, Tommy understood this was one of those mood swings caused by the pregnancy. A careful smile spread on his lips as his hands caressed her bump gently.

“Okay, so what do you want for dinner instead?”

By the corner of his eye, he saw his mother in law trying to suppress a giggle, luckily the children were busy with the cheesecake.

“We want tacos.” Y/N batted her eyelashes as she ran one of her hands over her stomach.

“Alright everybody,” he clapped his hands and looked at Charlie and Ruby, “go wash your hands then you’re going to help me prepare some tacos.”

“Yay!”

“Delish.” Ruby shouted and went into the bathroom.

“You’re staying with us right?” He asked Y/N’s mother.

She nodded and felt grateful when Tommy convinced her daughter to go and relax into the living room while they worked on the food.

“Last week she woke me up in the middle of the night because she wanted fried mozzarella sticks with mayonnaise.”

Y/N’s mother laughed as the kids joined them again.

“This is insane, I don’t know how you keep up with all of that.”

“I was worried about her health and the baby of course, but the doctor mentioned everything is perfect, baby is healthy… perhaps it’s the fact that she’s still doing exercise.”

“When I was pregnant I was sick all the time. She didn’t like anything of food I got.”

Tommy seemed to think about it as he started seasoning the beef.

“Actually Y/N felt like that for a few days after we found out, but then she started to eat pretty much everything, everywhere.” He chuckled. “Thankfully it’s been an easy pregnancy so far.”

He had actually been able to live this pregnancy to the fullest, joining Y/N for the doctor’s appointments, cravings, hormonal days, everything, something he didn’t have the chance to do with Charlie and Ruby.

He was enjoying every little change in Y/N’s body, the first time he felt a little kick, he cried actually, touched by the thought of his baby growing inside the woman he loved. They actually wanted to keep the gender a surprise until the baby arrives, it had been a challenge at times, but it was fun.

“Dad where’s the onion?” Ruby showed him the open fridge.

“Oh no, no… can we not add onions please?” Y/N joined them with a wrinkled nose.

“Two days ago you ate a full portion of fried onions, love.”

“This baby,” she pointed at her belly, “wanted onions, not me.”

“Isn’t it the same?” Charlie asked confused.

But Tommy knew better. “No onions then, I’ll start the grill with something else.” He added wanting to please her in every little detail.

As the kids helped Y/N’s mother to wash the avocados, Tommy got rid of his suit jacket.

Y/N stared at his back, wide with broad, toned shoulders covered by a perfectly fitted shirt. She loved to see him wearing daily a three piece suit in a world full of oversized t-shirts and pants.

But when he started rolling the sleeves of his shirt up, she lost it completely.

The sight of him was mouthwatering.

And as Tommy turned around, he caught her staring at her, the fire in her eyes could turn him on in a second.

“Behave, Y/N.” He whispered, disguising his words with a kiss on her hair. “Perhaps we’ll need a babysitter over the weekend?”

He chuckled at the way she nodded eagerly.

“My, my… what would your brothers say if they saw you wearing an apron and cooking?” Y/N’s mother joked, making everyone laugh by her sincerity.

“This is a secret we’ll have to keep, alright.” Tommy winked before checking the steak, he then asked Ruby to -carefully- and under his supervision to add cheese to the tortillas. “Chef Shelby only cooks for very very special people.” He added throwing a kiss to the air.

As Charlie brought the plates over the counter, he started slicing the meat and the explosion of flavors in the kitchen started to smell incredibly good.

Y/N’s mother was in charge of the different sauces, it was a usual now in their fridge as Y/N craved tortilla chips with sauce most of the time.

“Wow… this is Instagram worth it.” Y/N admitted taking a looking over Charlie’s shoulder. As the kid grinned at her, he made sure to serve a tortilla in each plate, to then hand it to his father so he could add the carne asada.

“What a beautiful family.” Y/N’s mother admitted, touched by the way Ruby was caressing Y/N’s stomach, Charlie helping with her food and Tommy looking after all of them.

Leaving the spoon, Tommy wrapped an arm around his loved ones while extending his free hand towards his mother in law.

“What are you doing there? You’re part of this too.”

After they were all released from the tightest hug, it was time to finally enjoy some tacos.

“Now shoo,” Tommy ushered Y/N out of the kitchen to arrange the food.

Gathering a tray, he placed the bowl with the guacamole and around all the tacos he just prepared. Leaving a small space for the sauces.

“Oh my God! This is so good!” Y/N admitted loudly after her first taco bite.

“Dad why does Y/N can eat before all of us?” Ruby asked innocently, confused because she was always told to wait until everyone were ready.

Tommy chuckled while Y/N apologized for not waiting the rest of the family.

“We don’t want to upset the baby, Rube. Right mama?”

Y/N nodded, her mouth was watering at the sight of the rest of the food. “That taco was for the baby, the next one is for me.”

After the kids took their place, Y/N’s mother offered a hand to each kid, seated each by her side. “Now what are we grateful for?”

“For this moment.” Tommy took the lead, feeling ever so grateful to have his loved ones in that room.

“For the cheesecake we’ll eat after dinner.” Charlie grinned.

“For this baby, and for each one of you.” Y/N’s words were followed by a smile.

“For my grand son or daughter!” Her mother joined the joy.

“For my little sister or brother.” Ruby added lastly.

“Now…” Tommy interrupted their hands mind-air as they were all after the delicious food on the table. “There’s something else I’m thankful for, tomorrow morning, we’ve to get up early because,” he was then interrupting by a chorus of groans and a pout from Y/N, “nevertheless… we’re going to visit a couple of houses to move in as soon as possible.”

“What?” Y/N was in shock.

“Love, this baby is coming very soon, we’ll need a bigger place than this apartment, I was thinking of a room for each,” he looked over at both children, “a nursery for the baby and of course a guest bedroom so you don’t have to share Ruby’s bed anymore.” He added looking at his mother in law.

“Oh Tommy!” Y/N’s eyes swelled with gratitude.

“I’ve narrowed the search to five properties so you’ll get to make the final decision.” He explained then.

“A house! Tommy a house!” Y/N couldn’t believe what she just heard.

“With a garden.” He encouraged.

“Can we have a pool?” Charlie asked.

“I want a doll house!”

“Whatever you want.” Tommy added, winking in Y/N’s direction. “Can we eat now?”

As the kids stormed to get their tacos, Y/N took his hand. A growing smile on her lips.

“You never said anything.” Her eyes sparkled.

“I wanted to surprise you.”

“I’m so happy because of you.” Her sincerity wasn’t just in her words, but in her eyes as well.

And deep down, Tommy couldn’t believe that thanks to her, he was able to find stability, loyalty, freedom, love, a family, someone who helped him every day to be a better person.

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Misadventures - Part 5

Open the door you'll see me digging out my getaway · hang the stars who pulled the pin out of my heart · and just because you're screaming for my attention · does not mean I will waste my time · so hold your breath and swim under the ice

I told myself originally that something was going to be added to the header every time, but I only just added to it today! The Gustave Dore engravings are just for reference because they’re all Photoshopped together and its just easier for it to be seen than make y’all picture what they’re like mashed together.

Taglist in comments cause I’m on mobile and lazy

[Series Masterlist] [Previous Part]

Word Count: 4,328

Warnings: mention of infidelity/ adultery/ cheating/ whatever word you want to use.

They had fallen into a routine, unintentionally, over the following weeks. The more Quinn was there, usually three or so nights a week, the more comfortable she found herself around Tommy, in the little bubble of his world that she got to interact with.

His brothers were supposed to be visiting, something to do with business, and she could only guess, in the politest way it was a forewarning that she wouldn’t see much of him until they left.

“How have you never seen the Godfather? Everyone has seen the godfather.”

Quinn looked up from her iPad, across the dining room table where Tommy was perched behind the computer, still in work clothes, sans vest and suit jacket.

They had agreed on Indian food at some point in the day. The containers now discarded in the trash, they had been working mostly in silence, as Tommy fielded a few phone calls and Quinn answered emails.

She shrugged, setting the pencil down and stretching, feet hovering off the floor as she did, stifling a yawn. “I’ve just never watched it.”

“I’ll queue it,” he released the hold he had on the bridge of his nose as he stood, stubbing out the almost gone cigarette in the ashtray on the table, “I need a shower, but there’s popcorn in the cupboard, if you want to make some.”

Quinn had been appalled the first time she had seen him light a cigarette inside, (she noted that his determination that he was quitting had been tossed to the side), It had been a little over a decade since she had seen anyone smoke indoors, but somewhere in the conversation Tommy had informed her, albeit reluctantly, that he owned the building, and would suffer the consequences whenever he was done living there.

She still went out on the balcony to smoke, if she did while she was there, regardless of what he told her was allowed.

“Why are you so insistent that I watch it?”

Ice clanked from the fridge door into the empty glass as Quinn waited for his answer, hand lingering on the door handle.

“It’s a classic at this point.” His tone was final as he retreated to the bedroom, leaving her to rummage through the fridge for the, now last, of the flavored water she had left there.

Quinn found herself staring off into space, the music not really touching her brain even though she could feel herself moving around to the rhythm coming through her headphones, as the residual heat from the dryer hit her legs every time she pulled out another bundle of clothes.

“This article,” he came back not even 10 minutes later, still with wet hair, pushed back off his face and struggling to pull the shirt over his head, “says it’s objectively the best movie ever.”

Quinn almost choked as she rounded the corner, basket propped on her hip. Other than the day at the studio, she had only ever seen him in jeans and tee shirts or dress clothes. Well, except for when he was fully naked that she couldn’t even remember.

She shook away the thought.

She had been doing so good at being, well, normal. Sometimes there would be a joke here or there that would make her blush, but nothing had happened.

She decided that men’s basketball shorts that didn’t come past the knee should be illegal.

So should being a messy pretty boy who looked good in just a white T shirt, clinging to the parts of him that weren’t completely dry yet.

“Love?” And that. Just the way he said it, blue eyes searching her face, “You in there, Quinn?”

She took a deep breath, blinking a few times and feeling the flush that threatened to color her ears and neck, “Sorry, rebooting.”

She dropped her headphones back into the case, putting the dryer sheets in the kitchen trash, “You had to find an article about a movie you already like to convince me to watch it?”

Tommy stood on the other side of the leather sectional, trying to get whatever he was looking for to work.

“Fucking thing.”

“What?”

“It never recognizes the WiFi but the regular cable works just fine.”

“Let me look.” She took the remote, clicking through the menus, tongue peeking out the front of her mouth and brows drawn together the same way they did while she would draw.

“It says it’s connected.”

“It always does.”

“I have no fucking idea then. Bedroom one work?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, well, turn it on in there then I suppose. Since you’re so insistent I watch it.”

“What are you doing?” Tommy questioned, placing the remote back on the table, adjusting the photo of Charlie and Ruby back where it belonged.

Quinn blinked rapidly, staring back at him as she broke open the clear cellophane, “My job was to make the popcorn. Go make the TV do movie things.”

Leaned against the headboard it was like he wasn’t even trying to rile her up. The shorts had no structure to them whatsoever, so while his left leg was still upright and bent at the knee, his right leg was the same, however resting against the mattress, the fabric pooling—

“What the fuck. That’s a fucking Gustave Dore engraving.”

“No, it’s three fucking Gustave Dore engravings,” he seemed rather unfazed as her nimble fingers pushed the hem of the shorts up to his hip, sitting between his spread legs as she did so, “you’re the one who has the degree, Quinn. You should know.”

“Shut up.”

Whoever had done the work was brilliant. It was seamless, as if all the pieces were meant to be together.

The focal point of the three, was The Pale Horse of Death, but the surrounding spiral of angels was composed of an Illustration for Dante’s Paradosio from the Divine Comedy, and beneath it all was The Mouth of Hell.

He was trying to focus on the movie, truly, but the way she looked, so intent while gentle fingers traced line work and her unforgiving shirt letting him see the black lace bra she wore, he found he was becoming rather distracted.

He tried as discreetly as possible to clench the muscles in his right leg, to send the blood flow anywhere else.

“Well, fuck,” she chuckled, “A man after my own heart,” Quinn settled herself back against the pillows once again.”

“When I was younger,” he began, shifting down in the bed some, as if trying to find comfort, trying to find somewhere to hide, “me mom went off, disappeared. When she came back, she had gotten me a white horse as a present for me birthday. Not long after, she drowned herself in the river near where we were living at the time. I was twelve. It was all just a blur. She hated the city.”

“Why move there then?”

He smiled, a sad smile, as she situated herself on her side to listen to him. “My father was an Irish Traveller and my mother was truly a Roma woman. They were never destined for any life with an amount of regularity, it was just in their personalities, always moving, always headed somewhere new.”

“Our aunt raised us, pretty much from the time she was eighteen. My mother was just as wild as the horses were. My father, for the first time in our lives, had finally found consistent work, in Birmingham, where my aunt was living. Before that, we were always on the move, caravans and all, and we traveled the countryside. We weren’t born in hospitals, we didn’t go to school but we learned, our illnesses were cured with tinctures and oils, herbs and fresh air. It was actually fairly common, there was a resurgence in it in the 90s after the Eastern Bloc fell.”

“You weren’t born in a hospital?”

He noted, her tone wasn’t incredulous like most people were, just one of true curiosity. Her eyes were wide, purple strands of hair failing in her face.

“No. My youngest brother only ended up in the hospital as a baby when his color wasn’t right, his eyes were yellow, he had colic, and they worried he wasn’t going to make it.” He remember the urgency after their parents realized what was going on. Jaundice. There was chaos as Ada cried and one of the Lee women watched over them until his father returned.

Not that he had been much help.

“I guess I didn’t realize people still lived that way. It always just seemed like stories.”

“Most stories usually have some stake in reality.”

She hummed, turning her attention to the movie.

“People do it now too, I guess. Buy vans and renovate them and live in them.” Quinn pondered.

Tommy hummed in agreement.

There was silence for a while as Quinn watched the events of the movie unfold.

“I only like the movie because I liked the book.” Tommy admitted, a quiet whisper she would have missed if they hadn’t ended up so close together once she had gotten comfortable.

“He reads.” Quinn joked, bumping him with her shoulder as she tossed another piece of popcorn in her mouth.

“You have my joggers in there?” He questioned, as he stood to look through the clothes that were accumulating at the end of the bed.

“Hey! Get out of there!” Quinn jumped to shield her clothes from him, prying, trying to remove him as he looked for through the pile of darks, “Tommy, you do not need to see my underwear!”

“I’ve seen you without them.”

Quinn huffed, ears going red, pelting him with a rolled up pair of socks before digging in the clothes basket of dried but unfolded clothes.

“You didn’t miss them this long,” came her grumble as she tossed him the pants and the dryer buzzed, signaling her queue to haul herself from the comfort of the bed and out to change over clothes once again.

She had passed out on the other side of the bed, clothes half folded, long before the movie was over, waiting on the last load of laundry to dry.

Tommy had taken a call from John, and hadn’t thought he’d been gone that long, but when he returned, he was surprised that she was curled up on her side on the far side of the bed, glasses askew, wriggled down in the comforter enough that her shirt was bunched around her torso and he could see the floral adornments covering her back.

He stood in the doorway, trying to decide what the plan was now.

She was light enough he could carry, he knew that for a fact from before, but the couch was far from comfortable. He’d discovered that last time Charlie and Ruby had been there and stolen the bed before they had their own room.

Which meant he wasn’t subjecting himself to the likes of the couch either.

She wouldn’t be hurting anything sleeping there for the night and since Finn and Arthur both couldn’t manage to answer him, he assumed their flight wasn’t coming in until morning.

Carefully, Tommy placed the clear plastic frames and her phone on the bedside table before turning off the tv and retreating to the closet for an extra blanket.

“What…the fuck.”

Tommy barely heard her whisper as he muted the alarm. Fumbling for her phone, Quinn blinked through watery eyes to try and focus on the time.

4:45.

4:45?

No, it couldn’t be 4:45. They already had that that day.

It must be 9:45.

She tried to take in her surroundings. She was very clearly still in Tommy’s bed, on top of the blanket but covered with a patchwork quilt she had never seen before.

Gross, she felt overencumbered, realizing she had slept in her clothes from the day before.

With a small groan she felt for her glasses, slipping them on before confirming it was indeed 4:45.

“Your alarm goes off at 4:45 in the morning?”

“Yes.”

“Ugh,” she sighed, rolling to where the freshly vacated, and warm, spot in the bed was, “I only see 4:45 once a day. You’re a monster.”

Her eyes were shut already as Tommy exited and closed the door to the walk in closet, “You don’t even know the half of it.”

She snorted, and he was thankful that she thought it was a joke.

“You probably listen to the news in the morning, too? Don’t you?” She called through the door, stretching back out in the mess of the blankets as the water hissed to life on the other side of the door.

“Yeah. Turn it on the cable, it should be on the news.”

“Ugh, no.” She tossed the glasses on the other table, burrowing further into the pillow, trying to ignore the way her stomach flipped at the smell of his cologne tainting the sheets, “Wake me up when there’s coffee involved though.”

Tommy wasn’t at all surprised to see her fast asleep on his pillow when exited the bathroom at 5:15.

On the other hand, he was very surpsied when he turned the light on in the kitchen to hear a groan that belonged to no other than Arthur.

Tommy looked over the back of the couch to see Finn curled on the shortest part and Arthur stretched out on the longest part of the sectional.

“Arthur,” Tommy whispered, shaking him by the shoulder, hoping to rouse him quickly and quietly, but when one hand wrapped around Tommy’s wrist and the other went for his throat, he determined that wouldn’t be the case.

“Oi!” Tommy pulled, yanking his arm away to stand back up straight and out of arms reach, “Hey, it’s me. It’s fucking me.”

Tommy could see when Arthur’s eyes began to focus, to actually see who he was looking at, and not someone who had snuck up on him through the smell of burning oil and sand to attack him.

“Sorry, brother.” Arthur whispered, pulling himself upright and putting his head in his hands before pushing his hair back out of his face.

Tommy shook his head, disregarding the apology, “When did you get here?”

“Late. Early.” Arthur grumbled, “Finn wanted to wake you, but, I told him let ya be.”

“Well,” Tommy clapped him on the shoulder, “might as well rest. Sleep it off.”

“C‘Mon, Tommy!” Finn stared at her across the kitchen island, trying to think just what Polly would say when she saw this girl. Purple hair and facial piercings are not at all what he would expect of a woman his brother would end up with. Tattoos on her throat and every surface of her skin that he’s seen so far.

Finn was used to women like Grace and Lizzie who were pretty enough that they could be in paintings.

Not women that wore paintings.

Quinn grabbed with the chopsticks, desperately, although Tommy was taller, trying to reclaim the last piece of her sushi roll.

Not the most ideal breakfast, but she had forgotten about the appointment she had scheduled before work, and it was better eaten than left to go to waste.

“You said you were stuffed, eh? Couldn’t eat another bite, and now you want it?”

Finn sniggered as he slid off the stool and he decided that maybe he can see part of the reason why his brother likes her. She moves nimbly as she jumps, the right parts of her body catching his attention.

“Oi!” Quinn misses the in between, but Tommy can tell what his brother is thinking, and Quinn realized as she hoped to catch what Tommy said, that it wasn’t English, and whatever language it was, it wasn’t anything she could take a guess at.

“That’s not fair,” her eyes narrow as she looks between the two of them, taking the opportunity to pull Tommy’s arm closer to her, guiding the final bite of sushi to her mouth, not swallowing the bite fully before speaking, but using her hand to shield her mouth, “cause I don’t know what the fuck you just said.”

Finn rolled his eyes with a shake of his head, before departing the kitchen and a door slamming off in the distance.

“So I might, perhaps, need a favor,” Quinn began, testing the waters with her words as she stared at the black coffee swirling in the mug as she tried to keep herself from being nervous.

Her phone had been going off nonstop the last few days, her family group chat, which between her parents, sisters, and their spouses had 13 people messaging all day every day.

“Okay,” Tommy quirked an eyebrow, already smartly dressed in a suit and tie for a day full of meetings. She has on a mauve rubbed crop top and high waisted leggings, but not high enough that the fabric meets in the middle, and instead it leaves enough of her skin on display for his thoughts to wander before she spoke again.

“My sister is getting married,” she takes a sip of coffee before continuing the thought, “and I need someone to go with me.”

“Say all of the words.” He prodded, not looking up, because he knew as soon as he did he would give up and agree.

Instead, Tommy continued skimming emails on the laptop, trying to find the ones with the spreadsheets that he needed to print.

“What do you mean?” She had to resist rolling her eyes.

“I need to have you say the whole thought out loud.”

“Tommy,” she leaned against the kitchen island as he closed the lid of the computer, giving her his now undivided attention, “will you go to my sisters wedding with me and pretend that we’re dating so I can make them jealous?”

“Well, I have to admit, I’ve never been spitefully invited to a wedding before.”

“First time for everything.” She quipped, drumming her fingers against the countertop.

“Lucky for you, there’s a car in Detroit I want to look at, so yes, I’ll go.”

“A car?”

“Yes.”

“What is it?”

“A 1967 GT500.”

Quinn rolled her eyes, a huff of air coming out her nose as she resisted laughing. “Because it’s a Shelby?”

His smile let her know the answer.

“Well,” she righted herself, stretching before pulling her bag on her shoulder, “we’ll be about 3 hours from Detroit, but that’s probably the closest you’ll get any time soon, so you might as well get a hold of them.”

“Okay. When?”

“Two weeks,” she checked the time, “shit. I’ve got to get going, I have an appointment this morning. I’ll message you more of the details.”

“Do you want me to drop you off?”

“No, that’s okay, it’s not that far of a walk.”

The door clicked closed and Tommy was thankful for the silence before Arthur and Finn returned to the kitchen.

“When are you goin’ to tell her you’re still married, Tommy?” Finn inquired from the doorway, Arthur trailing not far behind him.

He rubbed his temple, “It’s not that simple, eh? It’s nothing like that. If I bring it up, then this,” he gestured to the two coffee cups still on the counter, “all becomes something.”

“Pol would have you by the balls for leading her on like that.” Arthur countered.

“Men and women can be friends, brother. It’s not—“

“Yeah, well, we’re not blind, Tom, she’s sleepin’ in your bed, you was just acting like everything’s normal while—“

“While what, Arthur? Please, enlighten me.” Tommy offered the floor to his brother, leading with the hand holding the now lit cigarette as Finn, wide eyed and unmoving, watched the tension grow between the two of them.

“While I have to wonder if my daughter is mine?” Tommy wouldn’t lie, he could feel himself getting more and more pissed off the longer he kept talking, “While I have to wait for paperwork to go through, because 8 years ago Lizzie started fucking Angel Changretta and apparently never stopped!”

He was yelling, he could feel all of it, the resentment and anger, shame, and every other emotion that he tried desperately to press down bubbling to the surface. Rightfully so, as Arthur just couldn’t resist trying to prove a point.

Arthur hung his head, giving a nod as Finn shifted uncomfortably on the stool, the only noise being the wood groaning and mimicking his discomfort.

“You two, should go find something to do at the office today, eh? Change some fucking lightbulbs. File some fucking papers. Good spot for you.”

He slammed the door to the balcony behind him, blood boiling as he replaced the cigarette and pulled the smoke between his lips.

“Fuck,” Quinn rubbed her eyes as her phone vibrated across the desk, the word Mom staring at her dauntingly, “I don’t have time for this shit today.”

Hannah chuckled, printing off the emails and reference photos that Quinn needed for the new appointments as she answered the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hi, sweetie, how are you?”

“I’m good, mom. Listen,” she rested the phone between her shoulder and ear, before taking the papers and heading into her portion of the studio and closing the door, “I’m in the middle of the day right now,” her phone vibrated and pinged a text message as she continued talking, “and I’m in between appointments that I’m trying to setup for, so, what’s up?”

“Well, Emily has been busy with the wedding planning, with it getting so close, she hasn’t had much time to call, but she said you never sent her an RSVP. Are you not coming home?”

Quinn pinched the bridge of her nose, sinking down on the uncovered massage table, the envelope clear as day in her minds eye still hanging on the fridge, “Yeah, mom I’m still coming. I put it in the mail a week or two ago, but the mail around here sucks. We usually get the neighbors stuff and, who knows what happened to it. I put down two.”

“Oh, good! Well I’m going over there later, I’ll let her know you’re coming. Can you just give us some warning if Hannah is coming with you, after last time.”

“Opa getting a little testy because I brought a girl with me, who I am not dating, is not my problem. He read between lines that weren’t even there. Besides, she won’t be able to come this time, Dante’s wife just had that baby and I can’t quite ask her to come in and cover for her.”

“Well who’s coming with you then, Quinn?”

Shit. She swallowed thickly, thankful that her mom hadn’t decided to FaceTime her, because as much as she didn’t mind lying, her mom could usually tell when she was, “I’ve been seeing someone. For a few weeks. I just haven’t talked to y’all in a bit and it didn’t seem like something to bring up just yet. You know, the luck I have, I didn’t want to jinx anything.”

“Oh. Well, we’ll looking forward to meeting them then.”

“Him.” Quinn corrected, jaw set as she tried to think of some way to get the conversation over quick. She could feel the anxiety and sweat prickling at the back of her neck.

“What?”

“I’m bringing a guy, shouldn’t be that hard to fathom.”

“Well, sweetie, after Gerard, you always said—“

Quinn could feel her heart pounding in her chest, stomach turning, at even the mention of his name, “After Gerard I said a lot of things, mom. Listen, I’ve got to go. I’ll see you in a few weeks.”

“Okay, I love you, Quinn.”

“I love you, mom. Bye.”

“Holy fuck,” Hannah chirped as she closed the door to the apartment behind her, leaving her purse and shoes at the door, “you’re actually home? In waking hours of the night?”

Quinn rolled her eyes, looking up from the iPad and setting the pencil down as a repeat television show played in the background.

“Yeah,” she rubbed her eyes, stretching as she migrated her belongings to the coffee table.

“Oh, and she sounds dejected.” Hannah narrated as she crossed out of Quinn’s line of vision, to the kitchen, retrieving a bottle of water from the fridge and tucking a chunk of of black hair behind her ear, before flouncing down on the steps, “Listen, I don’t want to take it there, but what’s going on? You fucking slept there last night.”

“Not dejected, just,” she sighed as Hannah sat down opposite her at the other end of the couch, “I don’t know. Maybe I’m just being fucking dense.”

“Y’all fuckin’?”

“No! That’s, no, it’s not even like that. It’s so strange. I literally think we’re just friends. Which is just throwing me for a loop.”

“So why aren’t you over there trying to get laid then?”

“His brothers are visiting.”

“Oh fuck.”

“Yeah, so, I didn’t feel like I needed to get it the way. It’s probably good. I need to actually take some time and be at home and figure out,” she shook her head, “what the fuck my brain is doing, I guess.”

Hannah sat silently for a moment, Quinn waiting for some kind of wisdom from her friend.

“You like him though, don’t you?”

Quinn felt Hannah’s eyes boring into her as she thought.

“I…” she sighed, flinging her head back against the couch cushion, “it would be stupid to say I don’t right, like, I definitely have a type, but,” she shook her head, “I don’t know. I feel like I’m just missing something. Plus he has kids, and, I dunno. I literally just need,” she shrugged, “time to think. I think.”

“Well,” Hannah laughed, “good luck with that.”

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[soleilceirinen]

Scaredy Cat | modern!Tommy Shelby x fem!Reader

Summary: your boyfriend and your cat don't get along, they hate each other. When you have to travel for work and there is no one else to take care of your cat except for Tommy, you can't help but worry. What will you find when you return?

Warning: mentions of past animal abuse (not anymore), the cat gets sick, Tommy swears as usual, etc. If some of this might trigger you, don't read. There are mentions of smut but no real smut.

A/N: English isn't my first language, sorry if there are mistakes!

Peaky Blinders Masterlist - Cillian Murphy Masterlist

Tommy was very good with horses. Sometimes, just to tease him, you liked to call him 'Horse Whisperer Tommy'. He didn't find it funny at all. The truth is that he didn't get along so well with cats. 

At least, this man was incapable of getting along with yours. And it was funny because most of the time he reminded you of an angry cat himself, the rest of the time too, being honest. Sometimes, when you were on the couch watching a movie with Tommy lying on your chest and you scratched the back of his head right where his hair was shorter, you would swear you could hear him purring, melting under your touch. 

Your cat liked to make things difficult. The first time Tommy stayed over at your house, the cat took the space on the bed between the two of you, making it clear which was her territory and that you were hers. Every time he tried to get closer to you he was met with an outstretched paw that pushed him to the opposite side of the bed. You thought it was funny, he not so much. When you woke up you found Tommy's suit jacket full of orange hairs, crumpled on the floor. To this day the jacket still had traces of cat hair.

Moreover, how could you forget the day when Tommy was working on his laptop from your house and the cat bit the corner of the screen? Needless to say, Tommy couldn't continue working on whatever he was doing, which pissed him off so much, because the device stopped working. Your cat spent the rest of the day with a satisfied expression on her round face.

The rest of the time, the poor creature just hissed at Tommy every time she saw him. Eventually, she ended up accepting that neither of them were going to disappear from your life. At least you hoped it wouldn't happen in a long time. 

From the bedroom you heard your boyfriend talking, his deep voice too low to understand his words. You assumed that he would be talking on the phone, always busy with work, even in his sleep he kept mumbling meaningless phrases. 

You headed to the kitchen, after a long day at work you couldn't wait any longer to have dinner. Your cat appeared out of nowhere and began to walk between your legs, creating infinity shapes and wrapping her long tail around your calf. You bent down to scratch her belly when she leaned on the floor in the middle of the kitchen.

"You're so cute," you said in a childish voice, earning a sideways glance from Thomas, full of resentment.

"Cute my balls," he spat.

The cat looked at you with her eyes wide open, as if she were asking you ‘did you hear what he said?’ You jumped to your feet and put your hands on your hips, looking at Tommy with a raised eyebrow. "May I know what's the matter with you?" 

“Your cat, Y/N,” he muttered, turning to you with his hand in front of his face. On the back of it was a deep cut, no, it was a scratch. "Look what the evil’s spawn has done to me."

You glanced at the cat one last time, she looked back at you and licked her paw innocently. Letting out a sigh, you took Tommy's hand in yours to inspect the wound.

"What have you done to make her do this?" you asked cautiously.

He responded with a huff. "Nothing. She came out of nowhere and jumped at me with her claws out."

You nodded in silence and began to disinfect his hand. Your cat was like that, she didn't like men. Actually, she only liked you. Sometimes you wondered if her bad attitude was due to her previous owners, who didn't treat her very well. The thought of someone mistreating your cat filled you with sadness as well as anger. Fucking bastards.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, to him and to her, a tinge of sadness in your voice which didn't go unnoticed to Tommy.

When you finished covering his scratch with a bandaid, Tommy grabbed you hand in his and gave it a loving squeeze before continuing placing the food on the dinner table. 

-

You had always liked animals, when you were little you weren’t allowed to have pets because your brother was allergic to them. So, the moment you got a job in the city and moved out on your own, the first thing you did was go to the nearest shelter to adopt a kitten.

That was the initial idea, to bring a small cat home and raise it. However, when you saw the sad eyes of the orange cat watching you from inside her cubicle, you had the feeling that you were predestined to end up together. She was already an adult cat at that time but that didn't matter to you.

At the shelter they briefly told you that her former owners, whoever they were, had mistreated her and left her abandoned, half dead in a garbage can. A homeless man searching through the trash found her and took her there, where she was taken care of until she luckily recovered. You couldn't be more grateful to that stranger who cared enough to rescue her. Unfortunately, two years had passed since then and no one had wanted to adopt her. 

She instantly won your heart. You took her home and named her Cat, like Holly Golightly's cat in Breakfast at Tiffany's. Plus, both of them looked alike. Of course, Tommy complained that it was a ridiculous name for a cat, similar as if he called one of his horses Horse.

-

A couple of weeks after the scratching incident with Tommy, you were notified that you had to travel to another city for a week on behalf of the company you worked for, which was great because it gave you the opportunity to explore new places. The disadvantage was that your cat was old and had to take a pill every day, for life. You didn't trust anyone to leave them in charge of such a task, but not going on the company trip would mean losing the opportunity to receive a promotion in the coming months. You didn't know what to do but you had an idea.

That night Tommy was going to visit you, so you would make him a suggestion.

After having dinner, Tommy and you started kissing passionately. Everything with him was very intense. His warm, calloused hands ran along your sides under your shirt, leaving a trail of goosebumps over your soft skin. Your fingertips scratched the shaved sides of his hair and he let out a moan, pressing his lips harder against yours, never breaking the contact. 

You were starting to feel his bulge growing against your crotch, so you moved your hips against him, enjoying the friction. Now you were the one who let out a moan of pleasure.

“Fuck,” he murmured, burying his face in your neck as he panted. "Can't you make her leave, or at least make her stop staring at me like that?"

You looked at him slightly confused, following his gaze to the cardboard box where Cat was lying with her head resting on the edge of it, watching you without blinking. It didn't matter how many beds you bought her, none could beat the cardboard box. Rolling your eyes, you placed a hand on your boyfriend's face and caressed his sharp cheekbone, trying to get him to focus on you again.

"Just ignore her. Look at me," you said softly, kissing his jaw.

Tommy pulled away from you and sat on the sofa, running a hand over his face. "I can't, love. She's looking at me, killing my mood." He shrugged, looking sick.

You sighed, mentally saying goodbye to any possibility of Tommy fucking the hell out of you. "How bold she is, daring to look down on the great Thomas Michael Shelby."

He gave you a wide eyed look before frowning. "Are you making fun of me? Hey, where do you think you're going? Taking the beast to another room?"

"I'm going to get some water."

Once in the kitchen you took a couple of deep breaths, gathering the courage to talk to him. It was your opportunity to convince him to stay with Cat. You returned to the living room and sat next to him, crossing your legs on the sofa.

"Tommy, do you remember my work trip?"

He looked at you with a blank face for a few seconds until a spark of knowledge shone at the back of his eyes. "Yes, you're going away for a week. Is that right?"

You nodded, biting your lip. "Can I ask you a favor?"

His expression changed to one of suspicion. Usually you didn't ask for things, you didn't hesitate, so he knew you were about to ask him to do something he wouldn't like.

"It depends".

"You have to come in the morning to feed Cat, but not too much because she eats it all and gets sick," Tommy opened his mouth to complain but you were faster, placing the palm of your hand over his lips before continuing. "At night you come back and give her the pill with a bit of soft food, you have to pay attention and make sure she has swallowed it, okay? Also,  change her water, because when she has it for more than a day she won’t drink it."

He gave you a small kiss on the palm of your hand. You removed it and looked at him through your lashes, expectantly.

"Anything else?" he asked, feigning boredom. You smiled. It had been very easy, you hadn't even had to convince him.

"Yes! You have to clean up her cat litter."

-

The day of your trip, you left everything ready so that when he arrived at night, Tommy would find things easily. 

He opened your apartment door and stuck his head in doubtfully, there was no sign of the furry little beast. He was having flashbacks to the last time he stayed over, when Cat started running around the house making weird noises as if she was possessed by Satan himself. Tommy still felt chills remembering how the cat jumped into the bedroom moving sideways with her tail twisted while she howled. You couldn’t stop laughing, used to see your cat doing that almost every day, but Tommy kept saying that he witnessed a demonic possession that night.

But at that moment there were no howls or strange noises. In fact, everything was quiet. One of those silences that he had experienced so many times in his life before. The kind of silence that does not bode well. Tommy squared his shoulders, he wasn't going to get carried away by his superstitious ideas. It was just a cat. He would come in, give her the pill and some water, and then he would leave. Fast and clean. 

As he approached the corner where the hallway turned to the left at a ninety-degree angle he stopped. Your cat liked to hide there before jumping like a lion hunting for its prey on Tommy's legs. He still had the scar from the last bite, he didn't want to take another one.

This time he was prepared. With a quick movement he stood on the next section of the hallway. But there was nothing. Frowning and feeling a bit ridiculous, Tommy walked through the house looking for the little beast until he found her lying on the sofa.

The cat was curled up in a ball, her head resting on the armrest. Only her green eyes moved following Tommy's movements as he approached her. She seemed kind of off and Tommy couldn't help but feel a tinge of empathy.

“Do you miss Y/N too?” he asked out loud. The cat blinked weakly. "This place feels weird without her around, huh?" 

Tommy didn't know what to expect, some kind of reaction or something. The cat remained still, staring at the wall. He gave her one last glance, shrugging and heading to the kitchen. You had placed a note on the refrigerator door with more instructions, attached with a magnet in a miniature version of the Eiffel Tower that Tommy brought you from Paris. 

He ran his fingertips over your handwriting, thinking. He was going to take you to France the next time you had holidays. The rest of the refrigerator was covered with polaroids of you smiling at the camera, the two of you together, you with your friends and family... and the cat.

'Ah yes, the cat.' Tommy remembered, turning around.

The food and water bowls were full, as if she hadn't touched them all day. That was strange, the feeling of something not going right increased. Grabbing a clean bowl, Tommy put some soft food in it and inserted the pill, completely camouflaged, before placing it on the floor in front of the sofa. 

"Eat," he indicated authoritatively. 

He was a man used to being obeyed in everything, everyone did except you. You were the only one who could handle him like a rag doll and he wouldn’t complain. There was no doubt that this cat was yours, she didn't even look at the food.

Tommy grunted, losing his patience. He grabbed the bowl with one hand and the cat with the other, pushing them together as much as he could. The animal did not resist, after a few minutes a third of the food was gone, including the pill, but she refused to swallow more. "As you wish," he murmured, leaving the remains of food next to the other bowls.

When he looked into the small laundry room where you had the cat's litter box, his heart skipped a beat. Everything was a mess, the floor was full of poop and vomit.

"Fucking hell," he muttered under his breath. Then he returned to the living room, ready to give the cat the reprimand of her life but stopped short. He hadn't noticed before but there were also traces of vomit on the living room floor. "Shit."

Just then his phone started ringing. Your name appeared on the screen. He cleared his throat and answered.

"Hello Tommy" your voice sounded happy although somewhat tired. "How are you doing, honey?"

"Good. I gave the pill to the beast, don't worry. Are you okay?" He spoke as fast as he could, trying to move the conversation away from the cat. 

"Yeah, it's a little boring you know, all day in meetings and now they want to go to have dinner but I don't feel like going. I haven't been able to call you all day, as you can see  I haven't stopped.” You let out a small laugh. ”Hey Tommy, thanks for taking care of Cat. It means a lot to me. I have to go, they came to pick me up. I love you!"

You hung up the call before he could say anything back. Leaving the phone on the coffee table, he walked into the balcony, feeling the cold wind against his skin.

Tommy leaned on the balustrade as he lit a cigarette, smoking slowly. You didn’t like him smoking inside the house, or smoking in general, but that was his problem and you couldn’t change it. This way the balcony became his territory. Once he finished, he went back inside, closing the door behind him. The last thing he needed was the cat jumping out the window. 

He started cleaning everything the best he could while debating whether to call you again and tell you everything, that something was wrong with your cat, or try to fix it on his own. Yes, he would do that better. Tommy was a man of resources, he wasn't going to ruin your trip and worry you if he could take care of it.

After making sure everything was clean and the cat had food and water, he left your house, relieved that he wouldn't have to spend another second alone with that animal. 

-

When he returned the next day and found both the food and water intact, he headed to the living room, where Cat was still lying in the same position as the day before. He felt his soul leaving his body. 

Tommy swallowed and sat on the couch next to the cat. He approached his hand slowly to touch her soft fur, expecting the cat to hiss like she always did when he got too close to her. That would mean everything was fine. But that didn’t happen, the feline's only reaction was shuddering and letting out a pitiful whimper so soft that if he hadn't been sitting next to her, Tommy wouldn't have heard it.

Shit, shit, shit. He covered his mouth with his hand, his brain working at maximum power. He had to do something. Being aware of how important that cat was to you, if something bad happened to her... he didn't even want to imagine your reaction. 

Without wasting another second, he dialed May Carleton’s number, the veterinarian who sometimes treated his horses. After explaining the situation, she told him to bring Cat into the clinic to take a look at her. Tommy picked up the cat in his arms, wrapped in a blanket, and held her to his chest like one does when cradling a baby. The poor thing let him do it, too weak to complain.

The drive from your house to the clinic was frantic, Tommy drove like a madman and once there he skipped the line in the waiting room, entering directly and leaving the bundle on the metal table. "Thomas, you can't sneak in like this," said May while putting on a pair of clean latex gloves.

"It's an emergency," he said, pointing to the metal table.

The vet's expression changed from annoyance to concern the moment she laid her eyes on the poor creature. "Okay, Thomas. I'll take over from here, why don't you wait outside?"

It turned out that she had eaten some plant that's poisonous to cats. This had caused her intestine and some other organs to inflame, or something like that. At least they had discovered it in time to help her.

The first thing Tommy did when he got back to your apartment was throwing away all the plants. The second thing was not taking his blue eyes off from Cat for a minute during the next three days.

-

At the end of the week you couldn’t wait any longer to go back home. You called Tommy several times but he didn't pick up the phone. Every time you had talked to him in the past few days he always told you that everything was going great. You had a hard time believing it. In about twenty minutes you’ll be home and you could finally hug your baby Cat and take a shower, in that order.

You stopped at the entrance of your home, leaving the suitcase and your shoes next to Tommy’s. He's here after all, you thought. The lights were off, all of them except for the one in the living room. You walked towards there and what you saw made your heart fill with love. 

Tommy was on the sofa, fast asleep. Curled against his side was Cat, sleeping too. She was holding Tommy’s hand between her paws. You covered your mouth with your hand, hiding your smile. They were too adorable. Never had you thought the day in which the two of them could get along would come. Seeing them sleeping together seemed like a dream. 

You took your phone and started taking pictures of them. The next week you would print one to put it on your fridge door, a new moment to remember.

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[runnning-outof-time]

Beach Day | Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: no - but encouraged by @holacia3 with this ask

Pairing: Modern!Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: (Y/N) manages to pull Tommy out of the office so that they can go on a trip. Once at their destination, they waste no time and have a much needed beach day. Or: Tommy forgets everything the second he sees (Y/N) wearing his shirt.

Warnings: language, some suggestive sentences

Word Count: 3332

A/N: this one’s probably going to flop, but I’m happy that I managed to finish it amidst the bout of writer’s block I’ve been experiencing. It was the other option on the poll I ran a few weeks ago. I haven’t got to take a trip to the beach this summer, so I decided to write about it instead. Enjoy! :)

A/N 2: this will be the last story posted in July … I’m going on a trip with my family next week and most likely won’t have any major time to write the other requests. I’m hoping that maybe I’ll be able to write and share some of the blurbs that I’ve got in my asks, but big stories have been halted until August.

PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!

Comment/Message me if you’d like to be tagged in future stories like this one!

"...and you can't argue with me because I've already packed your bags," (Y/N) ended her pitch in an assured tone, setting her confident gaze on her fiancé, who was sitting across from her...at his desk, of course.

Tommy opened his mouth to speak, but the door to the office opening stopped him. Both he and (Y/N) looked over to it to find Polly entering the room. "I'm going to need you to hand over your diary," she said, walking right over to the desk, extending her hand towards her nephew when she stopped in front of it.

"I'm guessing you got her in on this?" Tommy asked (Y/N), his eyebrows raised as he looked between both women.

"I did," (Y/N) nodded in an assured manner, a tight-lipped grin present on her face, "and you're not getting out of it."

"Everything's been handled. Go take a break, Thomas," Polly added, moving her fingers then to remind him that she was going to need his diary.

"So it's been settled then, eh?" he looked at (Y/N) again.

"It has been," she answered him, a victorious smile present on her face, "give her the diary, Tommy."

"If I must," he sighed dramatically as he picked it up from his desk and handed it over to his aunt, making a big deal over it. Inside he was glad that (Y/N) had planned this out...he'd been working tirelessly on the business' latest expansion and hardly had a moment to breathe, but yet he wasn't going to stop and take one for himself. (Y/N) realized that and took it upon herself to plan the forced holiday.

"You must," (Y/N) stayed stern on her point, although the smile she was wearing was full on her face now. Tommy took one more look at his fiancée and couldn't stop the smile from forming on his face. There was not a doubt in his mind that he was ready to relax with her.

——

By that time the next day, Tommy and (Y/N) found themselves checked into a private resort that sat right off of a beautiful beach.

After unpacking their luggage, Tommy made his way out to the living area of the suite they were staying in with the intention of checking in on how things were back at home. He was thankful that this resort had high-speed internet, because he couldn't stand to be disconnected for too long. The flight to the resort was already pushing the limits...nothing would connect in that damned airport.

It seemed as though (Y/N) had other ideas of what they should be doing next. She exited the bedroom the second he'd gotten comfortable on one of the couches. Taking one look at Tommy made her audibly sigh and drop her hand to hit against her thigh, the sound of it making him look up from the screen.

He immediately noted that she had changed. Her comfortable airport attire had been switched for a swimsuit and a loose, practically see through dress that she was using as a cover-up. A pair of sunglasses rested atop her head and flip-flops covered her feet. How she managed to get changed so fast completely perplexed him.

"You're back to thinking of work already?" she commented, a bit of an exasperated look filling her features.

"You know how I like to check on things," he stated, defending himself as he shrugged his shoulders slightly.

"I do know, but we're on holiday, Tommy," she pointed out.

"Yeah, but we just got here."

"Yeah...and I'm already ready to go down to the beach."

"I noticed that."

"Tommy..." (Y/N) sighed, a frown forming on her lips. She held her gaze on him for a moment, watching and waiting for him to say something, before continuing to speak when silence persisted. "I'm going to throw your bloody phone in the ocean if this is how this week's going to play out," she threatened him, her voice holding a more serious tone than it had before.

"Just let me do it now," he bargained with her, "I didn't know we were going to get into things so soon."

(Y/N) pursed her lips as she thought about his suggestion. She finally responded after letting silence hang in the air for a few moments, "fine. You can do it now, but please don't let it become a habit, ok? This was meant to take you away from work," she laid out her stipulations.

"Fair enough. I'll curb it for the rest of the week," he agreed to her counter-offer, nodding his head to seal the deal.

"Good," she nodded in response to his statement. A few beats of silence passed before she spoke again, "I'm going to go down to the pool and wait for you, ok?" she told him her plan.

"Ok," he agreed, watching her as she walked over to where he was sitting. "Look beautiful, baby," he couldn't resist giving her a compliment, his eyes running over her body.

"Thanks, Tommy," she smiled at him, her stomach filling with butterflies as she leaned down to press a kiss to his lips. "Don't be up here too long, hmm?" she mumbled against his lips after pulling away.

"I won't," he promised her, feeling her smile against his lips before they shared one more kiss. (Y/N) stood upright again, smiling and nodding at him once more before she moved back over the island that broke up the kitchen and living space.

"You know where to find me," she told him while making sure that her tote bag was filled with the essentials: beach towel, sun tan lotion, hotel room key, and, of course, her latest book. She looked over to him, watching as he nodded one last time, before she made her way to the door of the suite.

There weren't many people sitting by the pool, so (Y/N) was able to find an open lounge pretty quickly. She set her bag down next to the chair and then relaxed back against it. The ocean's waves could be heard from where she was, and the calming sound of them made her shut her eyes and take a deep breath. It was good to finally be able to take some time and actually relax.

As a senior member of the Shelby Company Ltd.'s marketing team, she was working just as much as Tommy was. Always coming up with new ways of advertising; always keeping up with the different avenues Tommy was taking the company down. It was tedious and time consuming, sure, but she wouldn't have it any other way...the job was how she met her fiancé, three years ago.

With both of their busy schedules, neither really had the time to take a moment and relax...until (Y/N) made a point to now. She was thankful for this trip, and she was sure that Tommy was, too.

Some time passed as she sat, relaxing on the pool lounge. She wasn't sure how long she'd been out there; she wasn't really keeping time as she switched between laying with her eyes closed and watching the other people meander about the pool area.

Luckily she was doing some people watching when Tommy came walking down the stairs and into the pool area of the resort. She spotted him as he was descending the steps, and immediately noticed that he'd changed into his beachwear. The white t-shirt and jeans he'd worn while traveling was now swapped for a pair of gray board shorts and a baby blue linen button down shirt. She couldn't help but stare at him as he walked across the area to get to where she was lounging.

"Ready to go down to the water?" he asked as he stopped in front of her lounge.

"I see you're finally finished with your work," (Y/N) commented, pulling her sunglasses down slightly to peer up at him.

He chuckled at her statement, shaking his head slightly as he looked out to the ocean, "yeah, and it's finished for the rest of the trip."

"If you say so," she brushed off the topic as she sat up on the lounge, collecting her bag and making sure that she had everything she'd come down with. "Let's go down to the beach," she said with a smile as she stood next to him. Tommy nodded his head before allowing her to lead the way to the gate that separated the pool area from the private beach that the resort offered.

The beach was beautiful. The sand was soft, and the breeze coming off of the waves made the hot rays of the sun not burn so bad. One of the perks of the resort having a private beach was the fact that there weren't many people inhabiting it.

(Y/N) and Tommy quickly found a spot to set their things down. (Y/N) made sure that the beach blanket Tommy had brought with him (because she'd forgotten it in the room) was laid out underneath one of the umbrellas the resort had set up. She set the bag down on it before kicking off her flip-flops and lifting the cover-up from her body.

"Let's go down to the water," she excitedly said, flashing a look in Tommy's direction before she took off towards the waves.

"You're not even gonna wait for me," he responded, moreso to himself than anyone, a smile forming on his face as he shook his head. He could easily tell how much she was already enjoying this holiday, and he was so thankful that she'd planned it for them. It took him a few moments to undo his button down and set it into the bag before he too kicked off his flip-flops and began walking down to the water.

He approached (Y/N), who was standing facing the waves, and wasted no time wrapping his arms around her midsection. His actions made her shriek at first, but she sunk into his embrace in seconds. "Isn't it beautiful?" she asked him, swaying slightly along with him.

"It is," he mused, resting the side of his head against hers as they looked out at the waves. "The water's not too cold either."

"It's not," she agreed, her hands coming up to sit on his forearms, "let's go in," she said then, tapping his arms to let him know she wanted to be released. He obliged, and she took his hand to lead him out deeper in the water.

They made their way out to where the water reached their waists, stopping there even though Tommy thought that they could go out a little bit further. (Y/N) protested his suggestion, telling him that 'things might eat us if we go any further'. Tommy listened to his fianceé's statement and stayed where they were. They spent a good amount of time in the water, switching from swimming around, to floating with the waves, to (Y/N)'s personal favorite: hanging onto Tommy like he was a tree and she was a koala.

At least an hour of them spending time in the water had to have passed before Tommy finally decided to start heading towards the shore. His movement, of course, didn't go unnoticed. "You're leaving me?" (Y/N) questioned after she saw him take a few steps backwards. She was enjoying herself in the water and had had no plans of leaving it any time soon.

"I think I'm ready to get out of the water," he answered with the obvious.

"We've not been in here long though," she pouted.

"I need to go sit for a minute, love. I'll be just up there," he told her, motioning to where their things were. (Y/N)'s pout didn't subside, but she nodded and allowed him to leave the waves.

She watched him walk up the beach and sit down on the blanket they'd laid out. Her eyes lingered for a few moments before she went back to floating on the waves.

It wasn't long before (Y/N) was exiting the water and walking up to where Tommy had made himself comfortable. It just wasn't the same wading in the waves alone. She wanted to spend as much time with Tommy as she possibly could. A sight - that she honestly wished she'd be surprised to see - was waiting for her at the blanket though.

"I thought you said you'd ditch the work while we're here?" she commented as she stopped in front of Tommy, who had his face buried in his smartphone as he tapped away at the screen.

Her voice made him quickly look up, a surprised expression forming on his face as he noticed she was right in front of him. "I was just checking a few things," he told her, holding his hands up in surrender, his now locked phone present in one of them.

"Mm-hmm," (Y/N) shook her head as she moved over to where the bag was sitting so that she could grab a towel and dry off, "you do know the ocean's right there, right? I could honestly take that phone and give it a good chuck," she stated, making sure her body was dry.

"You wouldn't," Tommy responded, a slight tone present in his voice, showing that he was testing the waters.

"I just might," she quipped back, a grin on her face as she dropped the towel back into the bag.

Before she could move to sit next to him, light blue fabric caught her eye. She instantly recognized it as the linen button down Tommy was previously wearing. She picked it up without a second thought, draping it over her shoulders and slipping her arms through the holes. It covered her swimsuit clad body immediately and she was grateful for the soft, cool fabric on her otherwise warm skin. She'd just finished rolling the sleeves up to her elbows when she finally felt Tommy's eyes on her.

Tommy had been watching her from the second she came back to the blanket. His phone was quickly forgotten as he watched her dry off and then grab the shirt from the bag. Sure, she had her own cover-up, but he was so damn happy that she'd chosen to slip his shirt on over her body. Something about her wearing his clothes just got him going. Just when he thought she couldn't get any more beautiful, she went ahead and did something like this. He couldn't help but let his eyes travel up and down her frame.

(Y/N)'s eyes finally found his when he found her face once more, and she couldn't stop the butterflies from fluttering in her stomach as she noticed the look he was giving her. She wanted to make a comment, but it died in her throat as she just about melted under his stare.

"C'mere," Tommy finally spoke, nodding his head to the side as a non-verbal addition to his statement. She grinned at him and happily followed his direction, moving over to where he was sitting.

He brought his knees up and opened his legs slightly, offering her the perfect spot to sit down in; one that she quickly fell into. She easily got comfortable sitting between his legs; her back rested against his chest. Tommy wasted no time in wrapping his arms around her, pulling her even closer to his body as he leant over and began pressing kisses to the side of her neck.

"Tommy, stop!" she exclaimed through her giggles, finally trying to squirm away from his lips as his actions quickly became ticklish. He listened to her and stopped his kisses, but he didn't dare loosen up the grip that he had on her.

It was easy for his hands to find their way onto her body, being that she'd left the shirt open, and he couldn't help but let them roam her figure. He took his time, feeling every curve as he nestled his face into her neck; breathing in the sweet smell of her skin mixed with the sunshine that had been kissing it since they exited the hotel room. (Y/N) had practically melted into his body, absolutely loving the feeling of his hands as they traced her skin.

She waited until his hands found their resting spot on the sides of her waist, his arms crossed over her stomach, to finally speak again: "I see that I've got your mind off of work now," she said with a grin, turning her head so that she could see his face out of the corner of her eye.

"Oh you most certainly have," he answered, a grin laced into his words, "look so fuckin' beautiful in my things...always, baby," he mumbled against the skin of her cheek before he kissed it.

The butterflies returned as she heard what he had to say, and she couldn't stop herself from turning in his arms even more so that she could press her lips to his in a much needed kiss. "Love you, Tommy," she mumbled against them, smiling as he kissed her again, this kiss holding more emotion than the last. "I can't wait for the rest of this week with you," she said once they'd finally pulled away from each other. She was now sitting with her body turned more towards him, so she was able to look at him head on. She couldn't stop her cheeks from heating up as she caught the look of total adoration in his eyes.

"If this is a preview of what's to come..." he trailed off, a grin forming on his face as his eyes danced over her figure once more, "I already know that this trip is going to be one that's hard to top."

His cheeky comment that was accompanied by a rather suggestive glance, made (Y/N) gasp, and she couldn't help but roll her eyes and shake her head as she tried to distract herself from how his words actually made her feel. Why did there have to be other people present on this beach?! She had to look towards the ocean for a few moments to re-center herself from the look that was making her wonder what they could get away with out here.

A few moments had passed before she felt the sharp snap of her swimsuit's strap against her skin. "Tommy!" she shrieked at the sensation, her eyes snapping back onto him to see that a smug grin was now present on his face. He tried, and failed, to feign innocence before his expression dissolved into a grin and chuckles. "I can't believe you," she shook her head, gently pressing on his shoulders for him to get the hint to lay back on the blanket.

She wasted no time in pressing her lips to his when he did lay down, and he made a mental note to do things such as that more often if this was going to be how she responded to it.

After sharing a flurry of kisses, (Y/N) rested her head against his chest, not caring about the shine of sweat that was present due to the heat of the sun that was engulfing them. She was thankful for the shade that their umbrella was providing.

Tommy wrapped his arms around the small of her back underneath the shirt of his that she was still wearing, effectively holding her close to him...like she was going to be moving any time soon. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the serenity that was surrounding them; not thinking about anything but the beautiful woman laying with him.

Like he'd said before: if this was a preview of how the week was going to go, this was most definitely going to be a tough trip to top.

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Electric: Chapter 14

Modern John Shelby AU

This fic is being posted simultaneously on FanFiction.net and Ao3. Classy smut warning beginning with Chapter 5.

Chapter 13 J&Gem Chats 13 Chapter 15

Buckle up, this is a long one ... and remember, only men that meet your expectations and standards are worth it. Keep up the fight.

Electric

Chapter 14: American Girl

Gemma woke up and squinted against the morning sun, her head resting against John's bare stomach. He had one hand resting against her head, and she smiled to herself, remembering they were in London.

"Morning, love." John said quietly as he noticed she was awake.

"What time is it?" She managed to croak back. Her mind was awake, body, not so much.

"Shortly before 9, I just ordered us some breakfast." 

Gemma nodded and reached her hand back, halfheartedly searching for her glasses. Which she knew were on the nightstand, far, far away from the side of the king size bed they were on. John laughed as he noticed her struggle.

"Looking for something?"

“Glasses. Can't reach. Bed's too big." Gemma responded, flopping her arm back down around his waist.

John put down his phone and then rolled over her, stretching to reach the glasses. He carefully placed them on her face and kissed her cheek, still laying half on top of her.

“That better?” He asked.

“Yes, thank you.” Gemma replied, running her hand through his hair.

John looked up at her and gave her a smile so pure and so stunning at the same time that she couldn’t help but smile groggily back.

“This is unfair. You look like you’re in a Calvin Klein underwear ad from the 90’s, while I look like a grumpy little gremlin.” Gemma huffed, half joking and half annoyed.

John laughed and his eyes pierced through her as he held her waist, slowly rubbing his thumb over her skin, and knowing exactly what it was doing to her.

“I would at least categorize you as my pretty little gremlin in the morning. It’s cute, how annoyed you are at waking up. And your hair’s all over the place, and you can’t really see till you put your glasses on so you squint. I don’t want to wake up with anyone else.” John replied with a small grin on his face.

Gemma shook her head and smiled back, rubbing the back of his head as he laid against her. As much as she hated mornings, waking up with John, their private moments of just lying in bed together, it made the waking up part worth it.

“J?” Gemma said quietly, tapping his shoulder.

“Mmmm?” He mumbled into her skin.

“Bathroom.”

John rolled off of her and watched as Gemma dragged herself out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom, laughing to himself. He had never really been a morning person either, but years of the school routine with Finn had made him appreciate quiet mornings. All the more so with his girl.

When Gemma came out of the bathroom, she found John getting dressed, and now with low slung jeans on and shirtless, he looked even more the part of a model. She knelt behind him on the bed and snatched the shirt from his hand as he turned around in surprise.

“No shirt yet, I need cuddle time.” Gemma said pouting to get her way.

“Do you want me to open the door for the room service person with no shirt on?” John replied, reaching out to pull her in.

Gemma kissed him quickly and wrapped her arms around his neck, laying her head against his shoulder.

“I appreciate you trying to be a gentlemen, answering the door fully clothed, but just give me a few minutes.” She whispered.

“I’ll give you all the cuddle time in the world, love. Especially tomorrow. You and me, alone. All day.” John responded suggestively.

“I didn’t see that on Tommy’s itinerary.” 

“I’ll be sure to pencil it in. Sunday. John and Gemma alone time. Do not disturb. And you know … there’s that really big tub in the bathroom …”

Gemma laughed and John closed his eyes, taking in the moment, knowing it probably the last quiet one of the day.

A few minutes later the door buzzed and Gemma groaned as John reached for his shirt and pulled it over his head. He looked back at her as he closed the bedroom door, sitting on the bed with messy hair, wearing one of his shirts, bare legs, watching him.

Gemma listened as John spoke with the attendant, directing him out to the terrace. She pulled on a pair of pajama shorts and popped her contacts in, waiting for the suite door to close before heading outside.  

“Good Lord, J, did you order the whole menu?” Gemma joked as she handed John his sunglasses.

“I know you need options, and I’m starving. Not all of the menu but most of it.” 

The pair sat together in the warming sunlight, enjoying breakfast before the start of what would be a very long day. Gemma was always shocked at how much the man could eat, he still had the metabolism of a teenage boy. John heard his phone buzz and read the text before sighing.

“Who is it?”

“My aunt. She wants to come by and meet you before lunch with everyone later, so that, and I quote, she doesn’t “intimidate” you. Like requesting a sit-down before a family gathering isn’t intimidating.” John responded.

Gemma had yet to meet the Gray/Gold side of the family yet, with Polly and Aberama traveling. Both of Polly’s children, Anna and Michael, lived in London. John had long had a strained relationship with Michael, but was close to Anna. He was looking forward to introducing her and Gemma.

“Suggest that she drop by around 12:30. That way there’s a hard stop, since we're supposed to meet everyone downstairs at 1:30 anyway. I can handle it.” Gemma responded.

“Good idea. And I know you’ll be fine, it’s just … a lot. I haven’t seen Michael in awhile, and his fiancé Gina is a real handful. That wedding is going to be a disaster.” 

“It’s in a few months, right? Have a date yet?” Gemma teased, watching John's face go slightly red.

“I know, I should’ve asked you already. I just don’t want to put pressure on you. But it would be my honor to have you as my date to what may be the craziest wedding we may both ever attend. Will you go with me?” John asked, flipping up his sunglasses to look at her directly.

Gemma didn't answer for a moment, just watching John’s earnest face, his eyes so blue with a hint of grey in the bright sunlight. It hadn’t even occurred to her that he might feel like he was burdening her by asking.

“I would love to go with you. I’m normally not a fan of weddings, but it sounds like it’ll be one to remember. And we’ll be together, so it’ll be fun no matter what. Don’t ever think that you’re pressuring me, J.  When things like this come up, we talk about it, ok? If one of us can’t go for whatever reason, that’s totally fine. Always honest, right?” Gemma replied, taking his hand.

John looked down at their hands and then smiled back at her. Some part of him still couldn’t believe this was actually happening to him. That Gemma was actually there with him. That she loved him. He knew it was true, but it felt like a dream.

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Gemma watched from the bedroom as John stood at the bathroom mirror, combing his hair into it’s usual perfection. She had been sitting cross legged on the bed doing her makeup, and became transfixed by the way his hands moved. Before she could really even think about it, she stood up and walked into the bathroom, standing behind him. 

Her hands found their way around his waist and to his belt buckle, as John stopped what he was doing, surprised by her actions. From the mirror, he could only see her hands, as they undid his belt, and he could feel her head resting against his back.

“Babes, Poll is coming over soon …” John began and stopped himself as Gemma slid her hand under the waistband of his jeans.

“We have time to do what I want to do.” Gemma responded.

John was already hard at the thought of what was coming and leaned back against her slightly. Going by just feel and memory, Gemma dragged her fingers through the dark patch of hair that she could see in her mind, and then wrapped her hand around his length as he moaned quietly.

She managed to push his jeans and boxers down enough to start stroking him slowly, working up to the pace she knew he liked. John looked down and then in the mirror again, the sight of Gemma’s hand around him, her other hand holding his hip, sending a rushing feeling down to his groin. She pushed her body against his, closing any remaining space.

“Gems …” John muttered as she sped up a little faster.

John wrapped his left hand around hers, the feeling of her hand under his, touching him, was about to send him over the edge. He tightened his hand and moved her hand with his, while bracing himself against the sink. Gemma bit her lip, desire coursing through her, as he said her name again, feeling himself tightening. He moaned loudly as he came.

Gemma kept her arm loosely around him as he leaned over to catch his breath, before cleaning her hand and then his own. John turned around and watched as she did up his jeans and belt again, running her hand over his length before she tucked it back into his boxers.

“That was certainly a surprise.” John said with a smirk, pulling her in between his legs.

“I was watching you fix your hair in the mirror and the thought just came to me.” Gemma said grinning back.

John leaned down and kissed her slowly and deeply before dropping his head to the crook of her neck.

“I’ll return the favor later, darlin’.” He whispered.

Gemma felt her pulse increase as she looked up and he winked at her.

Damn.

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At exactly 12:30 pm, the suite door buzzed and John opened it up to find Polly on the other side, punctual as always.

“Hello, John. Good to see you, darling.” Polly said as John hugged her and then closed the door.

“Hi Aunt Poll. Gemma’s out on the terrace.” John replied as he led Polly through the suite.

“We’ve certainly come a long way.” Polly mused as she took in the living space decor before stepping outside.

Gemma stood near the seating area, hoping her nerves wouldn’t show. Polly was the closest thing John had to a living parent, and it was intimidating, no matter what the circumstances.

“Gemma, it is so lovely to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you already.” Polly said as she took Gemma’s hand before sitting down.

“It’s nice to meet you, too. When did you return from your trip?” Gemma replied as she sat across from Polly, John sitting down on the couch next to her.

“Monday, a lot of things to sort through after being gone for so long, but what a time we had.”

John watched closely as the conversation continued, but didn’t detect any false or ingenious vibes from his aunt. It seemed to be going well. He had picked up on Gemma’s nervous tic of tapping her fingers slightly, and he casually moved his hand over hers.

“So, John. I have to ask - are you giving music another go?” Polly asked out of the blue.

“Have you heard something?” John replied, knowing he should never be surprised about how deep Poll’s knowledge always seemed to go.

“Not directly, no. Finn had mentioned to me that you’ve been playing at home a bit more, and given the recent changes in your life, it’s a natural desire, to go back to something you love.”

“Once this opening is done, I’m going to start out with playing at The Garrison, see how it goes. I’ve been writing off and on for a long time, I’ve got a lot of solo material I could perform. I’ll talk to Tommy after next weekend, it needs to be a conversation between him, Arthur, and me.”

Polly nodded with a smile and then looked over at Gemma, who could see, that in the wrong circumstances, Polly was not to be messed with.

“And Gemma, what do you think of this?” 

“Speaking strictly from a personal perspective, I think if John is ready for it, that’s fantastic. It’s a big part of who he is, to deny that would be to deny himself. I’m ready to support him however he needs. From a work perspective, as I’m sure you know I’m in the industry, I think he has real talent, whether he completely drops the Blinders association or not. I have connections and knowledge I can use to help him in whatever direction he wants to go.” Gemma replied, looking over at John and smiling at him.

Polly watched as the two lost themselves in their own secret language, John squeezing her hand, Gemma reaching over to touch his knee. The look of understanding between them. She knew it was real.

“Well I’m glad to hear that. Please just make sure Thomas hears about this directly from you, John, you know how unstable he can be. When it comes to that topic.” 

John nodded and Polly steered the conversation back to lighter subjects. Shortly after 1 pm, she rose to leave.

“Gemma, wonderful to meet you. I’ll see you two at lunch, I told Aberama I’d meet him at our room before heading down.” 

John and Gemma stood, and John walked his aunt to the door. She turned and took his hand between hers, staring into him for a minute before smiling.

“You’ve got a second chance at love, John. That doesn’t happen to most people, I know what it means to be that lucky. Gemma is a lovely girl, smart and strong, and beautiful. I can see how much you love each other already. It’ll be different than last time, because you met later in life, you both bring years of your own experiences to the relationship. Do what makes you happy, and if Tommy has a problem with you going back to music in a public way, we’ll deal with it.” Polly stated firmly.

“Thanks, Aunt Poll. I’ll talk to him, I promise.” John replied.

“Sometimes …” Polly started but cut herself off.

“Sometimes, what?”

“Sometimes I wonder how much of him died in that accident. How much of him went with Greta.” 

John stared at his aunt, he’d never heard her say anything close to that. They all knew that Tommy took the most emotional damage from that night, that a huge part of himself was replaced by trauma he could never seem to get past enough to see the future in front of him. But to speak about it? It just wasn’t done.

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Gemma and John entered the private dining room on the first floor of the hotel, a long table set elegantly in the middle of the room. Tommy sat at the far end with Grace.

“Didn’t realize the King and Queen were holding court today.” Gemma muttered under her breath, trying not to roll her eyes.

John snorted and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. Her level of wit was one of the things he loved most about her.

“It’ll be fine, Gems. Finn and I have an arrangement - one of us will always be with you. Deflect any negativity, yeah?” John said quietly, still smiling about her comment.

“Fine. At least I’ve got 4 of the 5 Shelby siblings on my side. I don’t trust those two.” Gemma responded back.

John squeezed her shoulder in agreement and led her over to the side of the room where he’d spotted his cousin Anna. Before they could make it to her, he felt a small hand run down his back, and shivered.

“John, so good to see you.” Gina’s voice crawled up his neck.

Fuck. He turned around quickly, forcing her to remove her hand from his body. Gemma sensed him tense up and slid her arm around his waist as he brought her into him closer.

“Gina. Hey.” He replied back, voice cold.

“And this is?” Gina asked, looking Gemma up and down, eyebrow raised.

“I’m Gemma.” Gemma responded back, every bone in her body on edge.

“My girlfriend.” John added, making a point.

“So I was right, you do like Americans, John. We should get a drink sometime, get to know each other better. I’ll teach you all about American girls.” Gina said laughing while looking John up and down.

Gemma glared at her, eyes flashing. Finn caught the look from across the room and motioned for Arthur and Ada to watch. Tommy picked up on the tension and followed the interaction with interest.

“Just my girl, she’s the only American I like.” John said steadily.

“Back the fuck off. Now. ” Gemma hissed.

John couldn’t help but grin as Gina put her hands up and gave Gemma a long look before stalking off to find Michael.  

“Well she’s fucking nuts.” Gemma commented, her anger simmering.

“Told you. Michael’s got himself into serious trouble. Come on, let’s go sit down. Don’t worry about her.” John said as he steered Gemma over to the far side of the table.  

“John!”

John looked over and smiled as his cousin Anna walked over, arms out. He gave her their longstanding traditional bear hug, laughing as she whispered obscenities into his ear about Gina.

“Anna, this Gemma.” John said, motioning to Gemma.

“It so nice to meet you, Gemma! John’s told me a lot about you. Please don’t worry about Gina, I can’t fucking stand her either. My brother made his choice, now he’s got to get himself out of it.” 

“Nice to meet you as well, Anna. And glad to hear it.” Gemma said with a grin, sensing another Shelby ally.

The group all sat for lunch, Gemma flanked on either side by John and Finn, with Anna between Finn and Michael. Both John and Gemma were relieved that Gina was seated on the other side of Michael. Any chance of eye contact would’ve sent Gemma over the table ready to slap the smug look off of her face.

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“You certainly paid me back, J, Good Lord.” Gemma said breathlessly.

John chuckled as he slid up against her, bare skin to bare skin, wrapping his arm around her side. He looked into her eyes, piercing through him like they always did, changing colors every moment it seemed. Her face was flushed and her hair was spread out against the pillow behind her, little streaks of gold running through. 

“You’re beautiful.” John said, voice low in a way that went through her, resting his hand against her cheek.

Gemma smiled shyly, putting her hand over his. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever quite get used to how much he complimented her. Not to say she didn’t absolutely adore it, she did, but he was a different kind of man. The best of the best. It was still a little unbelievable, to be laying in that expensive hotel, in that expensive suite, with a man who was that attractive, that smart, that kind, that protective, that generous. And he loved her.

“You’re beautiful, too.” Gemma whispered back, watching the grey blue eyes she’d come to love so much.

John kissed her neck softly and she melted further into him. He loved the way she rested her hand on the back of his head, the way she would gently run her fingers over his earrings. It was like she was touching his soul.

“I love you.” He whispered.

They laid together for a bit longer, lost in the feel of being close to each other, legs tangled. 

“Why is it five already?” John mumbled against her shoulder, tracing a sparse line of freckles against her skin, still slightly tan from the summer.

“Noooo. Don’t want to get up.” Gemma pouted.

John pulled them both up into a sitting position and threw on his boxers. He had agreed to let her use the bedroom to get ready, as to not ruin the surprise of her dress.  

“I’ll let you get ready, call if you need me.” John said as he kissed her cheek.

“I do enjoy watching you walk away wearing almost nothing.” Gemma joked back.

John turned and winked at her before closing the bedroom door. 

John laughed at Gemma’s response, Gina had seriously riled her up. It wasn’t that Gemma was jealous, really. It was her making sure Gina knew exactly who John belonged to. Which was fine with him, he had no desire to be with anyone else, especially Gina. She was unpredictable and untrustworthy, and both made her a liability to the family. Not to mention the fact that she clearly was at least thinking about messing around behind Michael’s back.

After ensuring that the mini fridge did indeed have an adequate number of Cokes for Gemma, John went into the small half bath by the entrance of the suite, checked his hair and then put on his suit jacket. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t already been imagining the private after party him and Gemma would be having once they got back to the room later. He knew what this look did to her, and took great pleasure in it.

Gemma stood in front of the full length mirror in the bedroom, finished hooking up the side of her dress, and stood back for a final look. Not only was this her first big Shelby family event, but this was the most dressed up she’d been in months, and the first time around John. She felt nervous. You got this, Gem. 

“So, what do you think?” Gemma said as she opened the door.

John looked up as Gemma walked out of the bedroom and was at a loss for words. She’d worn a few casual dresses on nights out, but this was beyond that. He took his time, a slow long gaze up her body, before answering.

“You look fucking gorgeous, love. Wow. Ada was right.” John said, his voice gritty with feeling.

Gemma smirked at him as he came closer, took her hand, and turned her in a circle before pulling her into him. She was powerless when he was dressed in that suit, and they both knew it. His hair had been carefully combed up and back, and between that and the collar of his shirt, his cheekbones were more accentuated than usual.  

“Am I fit to be seen with a smokin’ hot, 1920’s bad boy like yourself?” Gemma said, coyly, her back arched into his palm on her back.

“I think it's more like will you allow me to accompany you, Ms. O’Neill?” John responded, his eyes burning into hers.

“I’ll allow it Mr. Shelby.” Gemma responded as she took John’s arm.

John walked her to the door and before he could open it, she spun him up against the wall. 

“And John?” Gemma mused, as she ran a hand over the front of his pants, “I have a surprise for you later.”

John’s eyes widened as she took as his hand and slid it up under her dress, past her stockings. His fingers touched thin, silky lace and he closed his eyes. Why oh why did they have to go this opening anyway? He’d be totally fine staying in. He groaned as Gemma moved his hand back down and let it rest on her lower thigh.

“You know what you wearing lace does to me, sweetheart.” John murmured into her ear, the tone of his voice sending a shudder through her body.

“Oh, I know exactly what I’m doing, J. I bought it just for you.” Gemma responded back, a devious grin on her face.

John groaned as he opened the door and led her into the hallway.

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The entire Shelby clan walked over to the Eden together, except Tommy, Grace, and Lizzie, who were already there. John could barely keep his eyes, and hands, off of Gemma. Finn noticed Gina turn around more than once to look at the couple, a dark glint in her eye. He’d be keeping close tabs on crazy Gina, that was for sure.

“John, when we bought that dress, I was hoping the rated mature content would stay inside your suite. I love you two, but please, save my eyes from this PDA display.” Ada complained, but secretly also thrilled at how happy her brother was.

“Your fault, Ada. You’ll have to deal with it until I can whisk my girl back to the hotel.” John replied, as he tightened his arm around Gemma’s waist.

Gemma laughed and the group slowed as they arrived in front of the Eden. The exterior was immaculate, a large white townhouse with an emerald front door and an elaborate stone pathway. Esme Lee, the Shelby Company’s publicist, was standing by the entrance, letting guests inside as her intern, Alison, checked off names. The family had invited an exclusive list of 150 people for the soft opening, a mix of friends and London elite.

“Welcome Shelbys! Looks amazing inside, can’t believe we pulled it off. Alison, you can handle it from here, yeah? I need to walk them in and check on the photographers.” Esme said as she opened the door.

Gemma was stunned as they walked inside. The interior was designed as a luxe, expensive 1920s private club. Chandeliers dripped from the ceilings, dimmed low, dark turquoise and gold accent chairs were scattered around the ground floor reception area. Gold sconces lit each doorway. 

“Wow. This is just … wow.” Gemma said out loud as she spun slowly around.

“John, just wanted to check before you go through the red carpet area we’ve set up. You both are ok with Gemma’s full name and association with Church Street Records shared with the press, right?” Esme asked as she came up beside them.

John looked at Gemma who shrugged and smiled, leaving it up to him. They both knew the potential implications of going public with that information.

“Tommy’ll have to deal with it. We’re good with it, Esme, thanks for asking.” John replied.

Esme led the Shelbys through to the small press area, arranging a variety of press shots in front of another beautifully designed seating area. Gemma was still stuck on taking in all the design aspects when she felt John pull her into the light.

“John, been a long time since we’ve seen you in the press. Who’s your date tonight?” One of the reporters asked, as he snapped photos.

“This is my girlfriend, Gemma.” John responded and smiled down at her.

Gemma tried to contain her happiness under a small but meaningful smile as they posed together for the flashing cameras. Out of all the guys she’d ever dated in the entertainment industry, not one had ever been genuinely excited to bring her to an event. They needed her there, sure, for support, and enjoyed what came after the night was over.  But she was like part of their outfit, an accessory.

John wanted to experience every moment of the evening with her, and she felt that. She felt it through his words, the way he looked at her, the way he guided her through the room with his hand on her lower back, how he was ready to protect her at any moment, from anything. To take her into a side room and kiss her. To get her a drink and sit next to her.

Esme guided them into the main room of the club, a large double height room with a mezzanine level above. John took Gemma’s hand and walked her slowly through the space, giving her a tour of what they’d been working on for almost three years. As annoying as the process had been, he was immensely proud of what they’d accomplished.

Ada signaled them from up on the mezzanine and they met her at a large seating area with Finn, Arthur, Anna, and Freddie. Coupe glasses filled with champagne were arranged carefully on a side table, along with hors d’oeuvres, caviar, and raw oysters. The entire club was the definition of luxury, down to the expensive food and drink selections.

“Ada, this is absolutely beautiful. I’m in a daze just from looking at all the decor!” Gemma exclaimed. 

“Thank you, darling! I’m happy it came together so well, it’s exactly how I pictured it!” Ada replied and led Gemma over to the refreshments.

Gemma filled up a plate with oysters and caviar, selected a glass of champagne and found a seat next to Finn. John and Arthur were discussing some piece of construction business that had held up the project from starting, but John caught Gemma’s happy face at her fancy snacks and watched her with a smile.

“Gemma, how can you eat that?!” Finn groaned, looking at raw oysters on her plate.

“Finny, it’s time to introduce you to the finer things in life, like excellent champagne, top caviar, and raw oysters. Trust me when I say I know what I’m talking about when it comes to those three things.” Gemma replied with a laugh.

Finn looked on in horror as she tipped back an oyster, but he missed how she looked directly at John while she was doing it. John’s eyes widened and then he smirked back at her. He finished his conversation with Arthur and walked over to sit down next to Gemma.  Finn quickly took the hint and got up, leaving the couple alone on the small sofa. John leaned back, putting his arm behind Gemma.

Gemma took a sip of her champagne and turned towards him, crossing her legs so that one of her feet was between his legs. 

“Hi, Mr. Shelby.” Gemma said demurely, leaning forward, taking another sip from her glass.

“Ms. O’Neill. Enjoying yourself?” John replied, picking up his whiskey glass.

“I am, yes. I’ve grossed out your brother with my deep love for oysters, so I’ve hit my goal for the evening.”

“I saw that.” 

“Oh yeah?”

Gemma leaned forward as she put a hand on his knee, and John slid his arm down to her waist.

“I saw exactly what you were doing. And all your little naughty thoughts.” John said lowly, his hand burning through her dress.

Gemma just raised an eyebrow and finished her champagne, carefully setting the glass down on the table. Even the glassware was perfection. She turned back and settled in against John, his arm loosely around her middle.

“I can’t wait to get you back to the hotel later.” John whispered to her.

“Are you propositioning me, Mr. Shelby?” 

“I certainly am, Ms. O’Neill.”

They both smiled as Gemma looked over her shoulder. John winked at her while leaning his head back, and it was all Gemma could do to not turn and pounce on him right then.

As the night when on, some of the guests wandered upstairs to speak with the Shelby siblings. John reluctantly pulled Gemma up with him to get another round of drinks before introducing her to a variety of business contacts, many of which had played a role in getting the Eden up and running. 

John had just taken a sip of his whiskey when he looked up and saw a glimpse of familiar blonde hair coming up the stairs. He blinked. It can’t be. 

“Holy fuck.” Ada muttered.

John tightened his grip on Gemma’s hand, who had picked up on his odd behavior.

“John? What’s wrong?” She asked, taking the glass from his other hand.

Ada stepped forward, closing the empty space next to Gemma, Finn and Arthur just behind. Time stopped as the siblings held their breath. They weren’t hallucinating if all of them were seeing it.

“Martha.” John breathed out.

Holy. Fuck. 

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Could I request headcanons of Tommy Shelby comforting a sick reader? I’m sick right now and it sucks :(

awww!! hope you feel better lovely anon!!

being sick is something that tommy can tackle. you being sick is something that tommy can not handle. he wants you to be healthy at all times. not in a bad way but more in a ‘being sick is a reflection of his neglect for you’ way. if you’re sick, he always thinks it’s his fault when you’re sick. he will beat himself up over it. he absolutely thinks that you are dying and will go to every length to make sure you are ok. you are his angel and you will stay heavenly.

this could mean a lot of things for you but it mostly means one thing, clingy tommy. this absolute unit of a gangster will slide into your shared bed and stroke your hair. you could be throwing up and he’s still kiss your shoulder and gently as he could as he held your hair back.

he’ll buy anything that he deems necessary for your recovery. maybe you’ve abused this a couple times (you do it all the time, cause obviously sweets and chocolates are important to my health, thomas) but he doesn’t care. he’ll go to the ends of the earth just to make sure you’ll be ok.

in the end, thomas will show you a different side to himself, a frantic man who just wants to take care of his lover. his sweet angel. he’ll kiss your nose if you tell him you’ve rubbed it dry with tissues. he’ll berate your stomach if you’re nauseous.

he only wants what’s best for you and usually, he’s right about what he’s doing. he loves you very much.

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Lazy Sunday

Genre: Wholesome vibes only

Potential Pairing: Alfie Solomons x Red (Female Reader)

Rating: Suitable from ages 16+

Summary: Red spends time with her friends, Alfie, Thomas and Aberama.

Author's Note: Modern version of the show Peaky Blinders. If you want more of this type of style let me know. Message me if you want to. I don't mind.

Masterlist: Link

The night before Red and her friends went out drinking for a few hours, Red outdrank Thomas and he stayed over for the night, sleeping on Red's couch. Alfie headed home and Aberama called Polly to pick him up. Instead of trying to drive home. What ended up waking Thomas and Red up that morning is Alfie knocking on the front door.

"Oh, calm down Alfie." Red mumbled as she went to her front door of her cottage. Red groggily shuffled to the door, her eyes half-closed and her hair tousled from sleep. It was a lazy Sunday morning, "Why you so loud in the morning?"

Red opened the door to find a disheveled Alfie Solomons standing there, his usual confident demeanor slightly faded. His usually slicked-back hair was now unkempt, and he had a slight hangover from the previous night's escapades.

Alfie let out a sigh of relief upon seeing Red. "Red, thank God you're awake. I need your help, love. I had a bit too much to drink last night and ended up misplacing my keys. I've been knocking on doors for half an hour, and I'm getting strange looks from the neighbors."

Red couldn't help but chuckle at Alfie's predicament. "Well, you do know how to make an entrance, don't you? Come on in, Alfie." She stepped aside, gesturing for him to enter her cottage.

Alfie stepped inside, looking around with a mixture of curiosity and admiration. Red's cottage had a cozy and inviting atmosphere, with warm colors, rustic furniture, and the faint scent of herbs lingering in the air.

As Alfie made himself comfortable on the couch, Red went to the kitchen and returned with a glass of water and a couple of painkillers. She handed them to him, a sympathetic smile on her face. "Here, this should help with the hangover. You're lucky I keep these around."

Alfie gratefully accepted the water and painkillers, swallowing them down with a grateful nod. "Cheers, Red. You're a lifesaver, you know that?"

Red also brought his keys, "You left them here, after Aberama took us out drinking in his car."

Alfie let out a sheepish chuckle, taking the keys from Red. "Well, that explains it. Must've slipped my mind after the drinks. Thank you, Red. I owe you one."

Red waved it off with a smile. "No need to worry about it, Alfie. We all have our forgetful moments, especially after a night like that. Besides, it gave you a reason to visit me on this lazy Sunday morning."

Thomas, who had been woken up by the commotion, entered the room with a groggy expression. He rubbed his eyes and looked at Alfie with a mix of surprise and amusement. "Alfie, what are you doing here? And why are you looking like a drowned rat?"

Alfie chuckled, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "Seems I misplaced my keys last night and had to pay Red a visit to retrieve them. And let me tell you, Thomas, she's been an absolute gem of help. But I think we both owe her a massive apology for the noise and disturbance."

Thomas blinked, taking a moment to process the information. He glanced at Red, a grateful smile forming on his lips. "Red, thank you for helping Alfie out. And I'm sorry if we caused any inconvenience."

"You're my friends, I don't plan on sharing any time soon. Bother me as much as you like. It's fine." Red replied. "It's always fun with you guys."

Alfie nodded in agreement. "Red's right. We're lucky to have you, love. And I promise we'll make it up to you somehow."

"You can let me make you a traditional Russian breakfast," Red replied. With that Red made Alfie and Thomas a traditional Russian breakfast all three of them.

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