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''Not Everything Happen As Planned'' Part 4 - Tommy Shelby x Reader

Part 3

Summary: Reader's thoughts about the encounter, more problems start to appear, and Thomas being an asshole.

Author's Note: English isn't my first language, this chapter took longer than planned (as well as the title of the fanfic haha), but I was very busy these days with the school, but here we are. And Rest In Peace, Helen McCrory.

Warning: Mention about abortion.

Word Count: 1252

It is crazy how we can reason only after all the adrenaline is exhausted in our body, and that is how you found yourself now, extremely discredited of your choice, after your conversation with Thomas.

You couldn't believe that you agreed to go out with him, you knew that many things could go wrong on that date, and your head was filled with different thoughts, both positive and negative.

Even after finding out who he really was, you couldn't deny the attraction you felt for him. You knew and saw how people react when he is mentioned, but you were not able to have those feelings for him, no matter how correct it was to do it.

He was the father of your child, and even more, he seemed to be genuinely interested in you, and when you're messed up with hormones because of a pregnancy everything seems a little more complicated to resolve.

You wanted to believe that things would work out, but then you remember that you are going with him to a date, to the pub, being pregnant. You couldn't drink the alcoholic beverages he was likely to offer you, and it would all be a little suspicious.

This situation was much more than chaotic, he would suspect, and you were distressed by the thought of telling him, because the rumors about him weren’t good, and you were already in a lot of trouble to get entangled in some more, what if he didn't want the child? Would he make you have an abortion?

But you also felt even worse with the idea of not telling, because he was going to be a father, you didn't know if he had that dream, and with the possibility that you could take that away from him, affronted you.

You always liked to plan your things without interference, that was the reason you came to Birmingham, the fight with your parents over who would have control over your life, and now you are pregnant and in the dilemma whether or not to tell Thomas.

What the fuck, (Y/N)? Did you really have to have sex with a gangster in the back room of a pub in a city you had just moved in with?

Now you were in front of the mirror finishing your beautiful red lipstick and in your splendid black silk dress, one that you received as a gift from your father on one of his trips to France. You were not someone very vain, especially since you were always forced to follow the standards of beauty set by your mother, so you always rebelled against what she wanted. But that doesn't mean you don't like to feel beautiful.

You turned to Nat and said:

"Am I pretty?"

"You look wonderful!" She said "Have you decided if you are going to tell him or not?" She asked, curious to know your decision.

“I haven't decided yet, Nat. I think this is something I'm going to know at the moment. I don't want to blow my mind about it, it's not good for the baby, I just hope everything will be okay. ” You said sincerely.

“Everything will be fine, you can be sure. With or without his help. ” Said Natasha as she kissed your cheek and left the room.

You were about to leave when the phone rang.

"Hello, who am I talking to?"

"Daughter?" That was the worst time your mom could call you.

"Hi Mom, is everything okay?" Said you, wanting to shorten this conversation as much as possible.

"Oh yes, I'm fine and so is your dad, but you, how are you?" She asked.

"I'm great mom" You knew that everything was not 100 percent okay, but your mom didn't need to know that.

"Very good to hear that, dear," You knew she was lying, after all she didn't even want you here in Birmingham. "I'm thinking of spending a few days with you, you wouldn't mind, huh?" Now she took you by surprise.

"Do you want to spend a few days here?" You repeated it to yourself more than to her.

"Yes, any problem?" Yes, mother, all the problems in the fucking world, but you couldn't say that.

And again you found yourself trapped on an unwanted occasion, thinking quickly of the logic that you could not refuse your mother, because that would give her more reason to believe that something was wrong, and it would only be a few days, right? What could go wrong.

"No mom, no problem, now I'm a little busy, would you mind calling me tomorrow, so we can talk about your coming?"

"Great, my dear, we'll talk tomorrow" She said goodbye.

"Bye mom, we talk to each other!".

You let out a sigh that you didn't even know you were holding, but your mother is a problem for later, now you need to go to your date, where you were late.

You arrived at Garrison and there was no one inside, which was very unusual since at this time it would be full of men already drunk and maybe even fighting.

"I thought you would like it if it was empty here" said a voice that you knew very well.

"Hi Thomas".

"Hi, (Y/N)" He said back.

You liked that he reserved the pub just for you and him, after all if maybe you would reveal your pregnancy to him, it was better that there was no one around.

He directed his gaze to one of the tables, and you can quickly understand that he wanted you to be seated. There was already a bottle, in what appeared to be Whiskey.

You were already nervous about the date and now about your mother, but now your tension seemed to be tripled, how would you refuse to drink without looking suspicious?

"You look tense," he said.

“It's just your impression” You tried to give a little smile that showed confidence, but you don't think it should have worked out very well, you were emanating distrust.

"Do you want some?" He asked, taking the bottle.

"Sorry, I'm not in the mood to get drunk" He must have noticed your features, as he seemed to be analyzing your discomfort.

"Are you afraid of me, Ms. (Y/L/N?)" He said it very directly.

In fact, you weren't scared, you were nervous as hell, you were thinking so much, so many possibilities, that you were almost going crazy.

"No, I'm not afraid of you."

"And do you know who I am?" He said accusingly.

"I know, but why the question?"

"Who are you?" He seemed suspicious of you. You felt your hands sweat from the tension.

"I am no one, I mean, no one you need to worry about."

He seemed to study you with those blue eyes.

"So why don't you drink a little ..." You felt your patience wear out.

"Because I can't drink, damn it!!". You yelled.

He seemed intrigued by your nervousness, but you were not caring, your body was tingling, and you were only thinking about the baby.

“Do you have a phone here? Call a doctor, please. ” You said, and he didn't seem to understand so he remained seated.

"Damn, please, I need you to call a doctor, I need to see if everything is okay with the b..."

You barely finished speaking, when your vision started to darken, the only thing you remember is him hugging you from behind and holding your body so you don't fall off the chair, then everything went black, and all you thought about was your child.

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I can’t wait for part 4 🤍🤍 you’re a very talented writer and this series is so catchy 🤍🤍🤍

Omg 🥺 Thanks so much for your kind words, it means the world for me to know that you guys are enjoying my work!

I was afraid that people wouldn’t like it, so I’m glad that you liked. Probably part 4 will be coming today or at least tomorrow. I was busy this days because of my school, but soon I’ll post! ❤️❤️❤️

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''Not Everything Happen As Planned'' Part 3 - Tommy Shelby x Reader

Part 2 Part 4

Summary: continuation of YN's encounter with Thomas, a little bit of angst, and a very smitten Thomas.

Author's Note: English isn't my first language, and I hope Thomas are not out of his character.

No warning

Word Count: 1308

‘’Are you surprised to see me, sweetheart?’’

After he told you that, you almost came to the conclusion that you really wanted to hit him and curse him, with the hormones of pregnancy giving an extra intensity to what you felt, you almost attended to your senses. But you couldn’t lose your job, right now that you have managed to find somewhere that would accept you and even more with this pregnancy, you couldn’t let yourself be carried away by emotions, after all no one would hire a pregnant woman who punches her clients. Releasing a deep breath, you forced a smile and said:

"How can I help you, sir?"

He didn't answer you looking busy searching for something in his suit pocket. You felt your impatience take over your head again, when he finally found what he was looking for, he looked you in the eye as he passed the cigarette over his lips before lighting it. He must have noticed your discontent from the way he had an expression that seemed to scoff at the situation:

"Do you treat all your customers like that, or just those you've already fucked, Ms. (Y/L/N)?" You were stunned by the question.

"Only with those who take my time" You said, but deep down you wanted to say 'Only with those who get me pregnant, and fuck with all my life planning, asshole'

"I don't want to take your time," he said.

“Then I will repeat it again, how can I help you, sir?’’ You said in a stern tone.

Before he even had a chance to answer you, Susie, appeared from the room in which she was sewing a dress, when she realized who the customer was, she tensed at the same moment.

You didn't understand why your co-worker was so scared by his presence, she shivered while talking to him and also shivered while taking one of the orders in which there was a handmade suit with one of the most expensive fabrics in the store, and delivered it to him.

He didn't have to pay for the clothes, and before he left the store he winked at you, you were incredulous. But your biggest concern now was Susie. You found her sitting on a chair, she seemed to be distressed by what happened. You approached it carefully for fear of scaring her.

"Susie? Are you okay?" You said while stroking her back to relieve some of the tension she was feeling.

"I'm fine, it’s just because he never came here before," she said in a shaky voice. "He always asked his little brother to fetch the suits, I didn't understand why he wanted to fetch this time." She continued.

You didn’t understand why she said that, you haven’t lived in Birmingham for a long time, you’ve heard about the violence of the place, even your parents didn’t like the idea of you living here because of the news, and now your concern about who’s your child’s father started tormenting you, you were really fucked up, and you wanted to wake up from this nightmare that your life was preaching to you, a joke in bad taste, but unfortunately what you were now doomed to live.

You checked to see if Susie was okay, before heading home.

“God, are you okay? It looks like you saw a ghost, ” Said Natasha.

"Believe me, it would be a lot easier if it was a ghost" You said almost crying.

"Girl, what happened?" She said, finding your behavior strange.

"I saw him, Nat. The baby's father, he went to the store today" If you weren't crying before, now you're sure you are.

“My God, (Y/N). Did you tell him? ” She said waiting for your answer.

"No, I couldn't do it, I was shocked by him showing up and then ... and then Susie was so scared by his presence, that I-I didn't feel like I could say anything like that to him." Nat looked at you as if a light had come on for her, as if she had connected the dots.

"Only someone in this city can have left Susie like this." You looked at her, and then she continued, "Don't tell me his name was Shelby." You felt your body tingle.

“I looked at the order she took, on the label it said Thomas ... Shelby’’ Nat got up from the chair that she was sitting in an almost crude gesture.

“Fuck, really? Him? ” You were now desperate with her reaction, she was the second person who seemed to be uncomfortable with the mention of him.

"Nat, who is he?" You felt like you were going to hear something you didn't want.

"The guy is the leader of a gang, The Peaky Blinders, from what I hear they are extremely dangerous, and the things they do are not pleasant."

"I never tried to know much more about them, the residents always say that just stay in yours, that nothing happens to you, and that is what I have done in the last few years living here" She explained.

"But I just didn't stay at mine, Nat, I had sex with him, and now I'm pregnant." You didn't know if you were willing to listen to the rest, the stress wasn't good for the baby, and let's face it, the stress you've been through so far was more than enough to worry you.

"We are going to think about something, now come here to rest" said Natasha.

She gave you some chamomile tea which helped, along with tiredness, you get a full night's sleep.

Today was the day to do the basic shopping, so you took the shopping basket and were choosing some apples to buy, your doctor said that fruits were great allies during pregnancy.

You were in your serenity, focused on the apples, until someone said behind you:

“You look adorable today” You knew whose voice it was, so in a clumsy move you dropped some apples on the floor.

"Are you stalking me?" Only after you said it, did you realize what you did, two days ago you discovered that he was a gangster, and now you openly said that he was chasing you, you were crazy.

"What if I am?" He said playfully.

"I ask you to stop" You said while picking up the apples from the floor. When you got up, you took your basket and went in the opposite direction from where he was.

"What do you think about going with me to Garrison friday night" You looked at him.

"I think it would be a bad idea" You said, but soon realizing that he didn't ask you if you wanted to go, he said as if he had been bossing you around or as if he knew you were going to accept it, so you furrowed your eyebrows.

He seemed to enjoy your confusion, and once again you found yourself impatient with that man.

"If you go I promise not to follow you anymore" He said as if he were making a deal.

You don't know how to explain why these new sensations started to touch you, but the fact of your pregnancy made you feel things that you shouldn't or things that you couldn't feel.

You didn't felt afraid of him, or that danger that he emanated to other people, he had a stoic and robust expression, but you liked so much the night you spent with him in the garrison, you for a moment felt that you belonged to him, that you were safe with him, and you couldn't always blame him for what happened, now you saw your baby as a gift and no longer as something that was not planned that would delay you from your goals.

So before you know it, you said:

"I’ll go".

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''Not Everything Happen As Planned'' Part 2 - Tommy Shelby x Reader

Part 1 Part 3

Summary: A little of YN's life story, the facts that taken the hook up at Garrison, Thomas and reader meet again.

Author's Note: English isn't my first language, and I hope you like the direction that story is taking.

No warning.

Word Count: 946

You were not born into a wealthy family, but your parents were always able to provide a life where you had the best education and could have everything you wanted. Your mother's pregnancy was something that your parents planned very carefully, you were a long-awaited daughter, a dream of your mother since she married your father, your family's greatest treasure.

Being their first and only daughter made things a little complicated, as they had planned a whole expectation of what you would be like, what you would do with your life. You were always very grateful for everything your parents did for you, after all in a world like this, knowing that you had opportunities to live a prosperous life was enough for you to feel grateful, and to be even more grateful for having parents who did what they were capable of to make this possible.

When you were a child, family discussions about your life were not a topic, because when you were little you didn’t feel the need to express an opinion about your future, so you went to your ballet and jazz classes, learned foreign languages like french, fulfilling the role that your mother so desperately wanted, to see her daughter be like a refined lady.

However, when your adolescence arrived, you started to aspire to your own career and to plan your future based on your particular wishes. And as expected this was not something well accepted by your parents, your teenage years were marked by your rebelliousness and arguments between you and your parents.

And it all led to the day that you finally convinced them to let you move to Birmingham and live in a flat with your best friend Natasha, where you could finally make your decisions. In fact, you believe that your parents just let you do that, because they hoped it wouldn't work, and that their daughter would come back like a lost puppy coming back to the owner and finally see that what they wanted was the best for you.

After a week living in Birmingham, you finally managed to get organized and get used to that place being your home for a while.

It was not so difficult to make this place your home when you had Natasha around, she knew like no one else to understand you and help you in your most turbulent moments. Not to mention that she gave up one of her rooms in her flat for you to live in, while trying to adjust until you finally reached your goals. Everything was going according to plan, until your parents tried to get in your life, once again.

Your mom made a call asking you to come home to Nathan's party. Nathan was the man your mother wanted more than anything to become her son-in-law, and she always hated the fact that you couldn't fall in love with him. It was more than obvious that this invitation was a desperate way for she to try to make you a reason to come home, and as always this resulted in another fight, a very heavy fight, and over the phone.

You just didn't count on your mother blocking you from using your bank account, the one you struggled so hard to have, where you deposited your money, from your work teaching ballet to some children. You didn't even think your mom could do that, but then you remembered that she had contacts at the bank.

That was when your struggle to get a job started, you spent days trying to get hired, but despite your dazzling resume no one seemed to accept a young woman without much experience. It seems that everything that could have happened that week happened, and that caused a desperate (Y/N) to stop at the door of that pub. Now that you regret having entered.

The pub didn’t serve drinks for unaccompanied women, but after a lot of bargaining on your part, the barman gave in, maybe he realized by your face that your day had been nothing good. One drink leading to another, and that was when he arrived, the blue-eyed man. The one who gave you a few more drinks for free, who took you to the backroom, who kissed you like it was the last thing he was doing, and who fucked you like no one else had done before. But if you only knew what it would result in.

After you discovered your pregnancy, the effort for employment was more necessary than before. Like an angel in your life, Nat got a job for you at a clothing and sewing store with a friend of hers. And now you were going into your second month of pregnancy, your belly was not visible yet, but when you looked in the mirror you could already see the shape was like a pregnant belly.

You were fixing up some fabrics when the store's door bell announced a new customer, your co-worker, Susie, asked you to see the customer, since she was busy sewing a dress. You put a smile on your face, ready to serve the next customer, but you felt your body freeze when you saw who that customer was, it was your child's father, the guy who can't even imagine the shit he did.

He was talking to you, but you can't pay attention, all you thought about was if you hit him and cursed him, if you told him about the child, pretended and didn't tell him, you felt your heart beat faster and a panic went up on your chest, until he looked you in the eye and said:

“Are you surprised to see me, sweetheart?’’

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''Not Everything Happen As Planned'' - Tommy Shelby x Reader

Part 2

Summary: A hook up, it ends up in something unplanned.

Author's Note: English isn't my first language, so forgive me if you've found some errors. I didn't liked so much the result, but if at least someone like, I would love to know, so I can continue writing. I hope to not disappoint, thanks!

Warning: smut, but nothing too detailed.

Word Count: 629

You’ve had everything under your control, so you didn’t know how you’ve found yourself in the backroom of The Garrison being kissed by a strange handsome blue eyed man. The skirt of your navy blue dress raised enough to expose your thighs and underwear, and his hands lifting your ass at the same time he trailed kisses in your chin and neck.

‘’What’s your name?’’ Said him between the kisses

''It 's (Y/N). (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” I said breathlessly.

After that, the two of you didn't have to say anything else, because you are so intoxicated by the ecstasy and the bliss of the moment that nothing remains to say, just the kisses and his hands discovering the curves of your body.

With your pantie pulled to the side he turned both of yours bodies in one, that man made you see stars like no one else did before, it’s like in that moment you belonged here, in that backroom all messy, moaning and feeling fullness joy, he made you for that moment not care if that wasn’t planned, and together both of you came.

He put you on the floor and waited until you were recovered from your orgasm, until your body was good enough for you to stand alone, and with one last kiss he left you in the room in the company of the guilt now growing in your chest. The thought ‘’what the hell did I do?’’ now playing in your mind such as a mantra. So you made yourself presentable again and left the pub.

You woke up with a headache and soreness in your thighs because of the previous night, with your last strength you left the bed and went to the kitchen, where your best friend Natasha was preparing coffee.

While you sat on the chair she put the cup of coffee on the table in front of you, and with just one look she seemed to understand everything, it is incredible how your friendship allowed this understanding without words.

‘’Someone seems to have enjoyed the night’’ The woman said with a smirk.

‘’Don't even tell me, I shouldn't have entered the pub’’.

‘’You should stop being so controlling, (Y/N), you’re young, beautiful, you should allow yourself’’ She explained and I rolled my eyes.

‘’I know, but I can't, I hate things that happen without me having an idea that it would happen’’.

‘’Weren't you the one who wanted to leave your parents house, exactly because they didn't agree that things would happen outside of what they planned for you?’’ She scoff.

‘’Yes, but there are two different things, Nat’’ I explained trying to defend myself.

‘’No, itsn’t. But if you still want to be independent it is better to improve that face and start getting a job.’’

Sometimes Nat was annoying with her scolding but you know that she is right, so you took a sip of your coffee and started running for your life.

After two weeks dedicating yourself to finding a job, it was a tragedy, although you have a great resume, nobody wanted to hire a young woman with no experience.

It all started to get worse when you got sick, throwing up all the time you smelled food, you and Nat had a vague idea of what it could be, but you didn't want to go into despair without first knowing if it's true, but for real, you were already in panic.

So when the doctor examined you and said with all the words that you were pregnant, you knew that it really wasn't in your plans.

You. Pregnant. Of the child of the blue-eyed man. That you don't even know the name.

You’re fucked up. That’s the word, fucked up.

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