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Deceiver

Part Three

Tommy Shelby x reader

CW: slow burn, arguing, slight sexual activity

You've been involved with the Peaky Blinders business for a few years now, undiscovered as a woman posing as a man. Now the Shelby boys have grown suspicious of you and want you found out.

an: set in season one

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Your interactions with Tommy lessened over the next few weeks and it felt ridiculous to say that you were hurt because nothing had happened but it still saddened you. You wanted nothing more than for Tommy to touch your hand again, have those private talks with him that made you feel closer to anyone than you ever had before. More recently he'd been getting closer to the new barmaid at the Garrison and it gave you a pang in your chest everytime the Shelby boys joked about the two of them getting with one another. But Tommy owed you nothing so you couldn't exactly be angry, you just had to laugh along with the jokes and not put yourself in a situation where the two of you were alone.

One day where you and the boys were in the side room at the Garrison, Grace came in with a bottle of whiskey and a tray of glasses for you all. As she placed them down Tommy was staring up at her and she glanced at him with a smile. You felt your breath get caught in your chest and you had to reach out for the whisky to distract yourself. You poured yourself what looked like a triple and drank it quicker than you expected.

"Jesus, Eddie. What's up with you?" John asked with a laugh.

"It's just good whisky, gotta get it all down just like your dick when you try to fuck anyone." You retorted with a laugh and John playfully pushed you.

"Oh God, Tom the children are fighting!" Arthur exclaimed and Tommy looked down and smiled.

"It's not as if we are arguing any more than we have before," you nodded towards John and he turned up his nose.

"Only because you're a little argumentative shit." John yelled and you laughed. Tommy's expression was unreadable and you just wanted to ask him what was wrong but you couldn't do that and pretend it was normal.

"Whens your meeting with Kimber, Tom?" Arthur asked.

"Today, I thought it would be best if you were surprised by it because fuck me he's going to surprise us." Tommy commented and as if on cue there was a gunshot and someone yelling about the name Shelby.

"I'll be off then," you snickered and John rolled his eyes.

"No, stay in here. Just in case." Tommy said quietly and you sat back down with a puzzled expression. As the brothers walked out you struck a match and lit your cigarette, what was Thomas planning with Kimber that he wanted you to know? You started to read the paper to keep yourself busy for a bit but it wasn't striking you as that interesting. The reading was to distract your brain from straying too much but you couldn't help it. All you could think about was Tommy and the way he looked at you and then the way he looked at Grace. It was so hard to decide which was better or in which instance he seemed more genuine. Could Tommy even consider having feelings towards you that warranted anything more than friendship? You wanted to be something with him, you didn't know what but you knew that seeing him with Grace always upset you more than it should.

"He's gone," Tommy said as he came back into the room on his own. You hadn't realized how long it had been and as you rose to walk out Tommy looked at you with a gaze that made you sit.

"How was it?" You asked.

"Beneficial, I think so anyways. Everyone else has cleared out, just us now." Tommy took out a cigarette.

"Not asking Grace for another drink?" You asked trying not to sound jealous but you didn't think that you hid your feelings very well.

"Grace? Why are you asking about her?" Tommy looked at you quizzically.

"No reason, I just assumed you might not want another whisky," you stumbled over your words and looked down, leaning your hands against the edge of the table you braced yourself to have to speak out of your arse in lies.

"Whiskey is fine." Tommy commented and you nodded.

"Right, I think I should be off." You looked at Tommy and be furrowed his brow.

"Why's that then?"

"I- there's just some things I need to get done and I-"

"That's a lie isn't it?" Tommy asked and your cheeks went slightly pink.

"What is it to you?" You looked down at the table and took your cap off, ruffling your hair you sighed.

"Y/n, you're being childish."

"Don't call me that here. She might hear you." You scolded Tommy and he looked surprised at your outburst.

"Barmaids don't count." Tommy school his head and took a drag.

"Is that your philosophy for your bedroom as well, Thomas?" You asked in a sudden burst of confidence you weren't expecting.

"So now you want to know about my activity in my bedroom?" He raised and eyebrow and you sighed.

"No, Thomas. I don't." You answered with a scowl on your face.

"Yeah, I can tell that from how pissed off you look." Tommy seemed to roll his eyes and your jaw tensed.

"Is there anything you need from me?" You asked, still looking down.

"I want to know why you want to leave this room so badly."

"There's nothing to talk about, I'm wasting my time here when I could do something Tommy." You didn't know why you were so openly angry towards him, he had acted so differently towards you a whole ago and now he was so cold.

"Leave then." Tommy didn't look at you when you stood up to leave, you walked out of there as quickly as you could.

Tommy didn't expect it, he didn't know you could act with such anger directed toward him. He knew he hadn't been around you so much, it was because he couldn't trust himself around you and it was almost ridiculous. Tommy was acting like a teenager in his methods of avoidance and even though he knew it was stupid he couldn't be honest with you because what if you didnt feel toward him the same he did towards you? Tommy had begun this pathetic flirting towards Grace to redirect his sexual and romantic energy so no one would get suspicious but the fact it had made you angry tod him more. Did this mean you were jealous? Did you want more than what you currently were to one another? Tommy couldn't decipher your outburst but fuck, someone who was neutral towards him wouldn't react like that towards him.

You were so angry at yourself, you were so angry at Tommy and you couldn't decide which was a stronger feeling. Either way you were fucking reeling with anger and you needed to get home before you got into a fight. The moment you closed your front door, you leant against it and closed your eyes with a deep sigh. How the fuck had you allowed a Shelby impacted you emotionally? It felt like if Tommy ever called you'd be there without even a thought and what did that say about your willpower or your self worth. Ignoring your problems was a lot easier than addressing them especially considering it didn't seem like Tommy would be addressing them any time soon. Turning toward the hall wall you punched it, out of frustration and anger, you were so fucking pissed off you couldn't control your emotions. After all this work, all this fucking effort toward creating a life and a lifestyle to yourself was going to disintegrate because of a man and you couldn't take it. You swore under your breath and held your hand gently.

You headed upstairs and drew a bath to try and relax yourself from the ridiculous amount of stress coursing through your veins that threatened to burst out at any point. As you lay in the steaming water you tried to breath regularly but it wasn't working and you just got frustrated with yourself because Tommy was making you so fucking angry. You looked at your knuckles that were still slightly bleeding. How dare he have such an impact on you when you weren't anything to each other.

You didn't remember falling asleep or getting into bed but there you were. You'd put on a chemise top under your shirt and boxers to try and normalise it for you. The silk felt so comfortable against your chest, you were so used to bandages and scratchy shirts that having this sort of relief was unfamiliar. Relaxing into the bed you were falling into a deep sleep when you were awoken by a knock at the door. What you weren't expecting was to open your door and find Thomas there.

The moment you opened the door Thomas had pushed you back against the wall and was kissing your neck hurriedly. You moaned into his touch as he ran his hands up and down your body and cupped your breasts. When you sat up in your bed, sweating and wet you really wanted to punch yourself in the face for having such stupid fucking fantasies. You were angry again after having a blissful few hours without it that you almost didn't hear the repeated knocking on your front door. Looking out your window you saw Tommy and cursed under your breath as your stomach felt warm. You ran down the stairs and opened the door with a scowl.

"What do you want?" You asked, not allowing Tommy in when he went to walk past you.

"Really? This again?" Tommy sounded exasperated and you rolled your eyes before letting him in.

"But really, what do you want? It's late, Thomas." You sat down on your sofa and Tommy joined you in the same familiar positions you knew so we'll.

"I wanted to talk to you, just normally about nothing really I-"

"You're seriously telling me that you'd rather be here with me, in the middle of the night shit talking, than have someone warming your bed? You could take anyone and just entertain yourself for the evening if you wanted and it would be more fun than this. I could talk to Grace if you can't muster up the courage." You smirked at him and this time Tommy rolled his eyes.

"So you really want me to fuck Grace is what I'm getting from this conversation?" He looked at you with a 'shit eating' grin.

"You wish I was that obvious."

"Yes I do, woman. You're so bloody confusing most of the time I have no fucking idea what you want." Tommy rubbed his forehead and stood up, he went over to the radio and turned it on where a soft classical piece was playing.

"I'm a lot easier to talk to when you don't pretend like you want to speak to me when really you just want a distraction." You tucked your legs under your body and placed your hands on your lap.

"Well look, I apologise for stopping," he gestured between the two of you as he sat down closer than last time "whatever this is."

"Why did you act like we were getting close and saying you felt comfortable around me and then just not come back again?" You asked, looking down.

"I was worried you'd think I was being too familiar with the way we were speaking or I'd lose your trust." Tommy explained and it rang false to you but you decided to not press him any further.

"Tea?" You asked and he gave you a look "whisky then." You smirked and went to your side cabinet to grab a not so brilliant quality whiskey with two glasses. You filled them up and sat down on the armchair that was in front of Tommy rather than the side and he seemed offended at the change in position. You believed having space between you would be healthier so nothing like last time happened. If you couldn't explore whatever this was between you and Tommy wanted to put a stop to these emotions.

"Cheers to bad communication," Tommy raised his glass and looked at you with an amused expression.

"Cheers to that." You said back, looking back into Tommy's eyes and then quickly looking down when he held your gaze.

Sitting back in the armchair you were diverting your gaze to anywhere away from Tommy because you didn't want to see the impossible to read expression on his face. There was no way Tommy could know how much you cared about him and how much you wanted to feel his touch on your hand again but knew it shouldn't happen again. No, it wouldn't happen again. Tommy was destined for Grace or someone easier to understand. Keeping distance between you was a safety net because if you touched again you didn't know if you could control the feelings you had and you still wanted to have a good friendship with Tommy.

"Come here," Tommy said looking at your face but you wouldn't look up. "Come here." Tommy repeated in a lower tone that made you form goosebumps, he looked down from your chin to your chest as your shirt opened and revealed the chemise underneath. His tone sounded pleading but rough and your stomach tightened at the thought that he might want to kiss you. Why were you reacting like this?

"What is it, Tom?" You asked, still looking down.

"Your hand," he replied and you looked up at him with sad eyes "what happened?" He asked.

"Oh, it's um… it's nothing." You muttered pressing further back into the armchair.

"It is," Tommy suddenly reached forward and held your wrist in a strong grip, it made you drop your glass with a gasp.

"What are you doing?" You exclaimed trying to pull away your arm but Tommy was stronger and you gave up.

"What happened?" He asked holding your fingers out flat with his other hand to look at your knuckles.

"I slipped and- and banged it on the side of the bath." You stuttered over your words and Tommy narrowed his eyes.

"Well I know that isn't true, have you disinfected it?" He asked.

"I don't think so," his touch was making your chest grow warm, rough hands against your calloused ones made you want to hold yourself and smile. Your face looked terrified and Tommy loved the feeling it was enticing in him. He was holding your hand and examining your knuckles for a lot longer than he needed too but to touch you felt so good he didn't want to imagine it would end.

"Where's your vodka?" Tommy asked and you nodded to the cabinet behind the armchair.

As Tommy stood up he let go of your hand and you let out a breath that you felt like you'd been holding in, you closed your eyes for a few seconds and focussed on your breathing. What the fuck was he doing touching you so much? You were already frustrated and you didn't know how to deal with his avoidance of his behaviour.

"What did you do to your hand, y/n?" Tommy asked as he sat down with the vodka and a clean cloth.

"Why do you care so much?" You asked, looking at him with a frown.

"I'm just asking a question, why are you so fucking angry?" He asked, pouring some vodka on the cloth.

"I'm not angry I'm just AH-" Tommy pressed the vodka soaked cloth onto your knuckles "you fucking arsehole, I just don't know what's going on with us okay!" You yelled

"So that's what it is." Tommy raised an eyebrow as he dabbed your knuckles again.

"Don't do that Tommy," you sighed.

"And what would that be?" Tommy asked.

"Pretending that you don't know what's going on with us, like there's this weird fucking energy." You winced slightly.

"What if I also don't know what's going on?" Tommy asked looking deep into your eyes.

"I-..." You paused, getting distracted at the feeling of his hands again "I don't know, Tommy. All I do know is that I can't deal with all of it, nothings going to happen and nothing can happen between us so I don't know how to act."

"You sound very sure." Tommy softened his expression and you sighed.

"But that's the thing, I'm not sure of anything at the moment." You looked down with a sad expression and then saw Tommy's hand move, he touched your cheek. Almost automatically you leaned into his touch but didn't move your eyeline out of fear of what emotion his eyes would display.

"Look at me," Tommy whispered and you looked up "I don't know what we're doing, but being here with you makes the banging on the wall silent."

"What does that mean?" You asked looking deeply into his sky blue eyes that made you melt under his touch.

"When we were in France it was all we would hear, all we would try to hear and now whenever I sleep, or think or talk it's all I can hear until it's only me and you." Tommy sighed.

"But why? I don't do anything special." You answered with a furrowed brow.

"I don't know, I can't explain it but every fucking time I'm here with you or just alone with you I can't think about anything else other than you and…" he trailed off and you couldn't help but let your heart race "and I can't get that feeling any other way, it's like I need you."

"I think about you, a lot more than I would like to admit." Your gaze flicked between the floor and his eyes because you didn't know how he would react and when he removed his hand from your face your stomach dropped. But then he reached forward and you closed your eyes as he kissed your cheek.

"You're special to me, y/n. And I can't quite explain it to you." Tommy said as he held your hand in his and you bit the inside of your cheek.

"You're special to me too, Tommy. But I don't think we can do anything more than this." You said sadly.

"I want to keep talking to you and seeing you even if I want something more I can't lose these interactions with you." Tommy seemed nervous, anxious even and you didn't know how to deal with the fact that you could be having this impact on him.

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I am walking back and forth. Okay. THE SUICIDE SQUAD 2021, dir. James Gunn

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MARGOT ROBBIE as HARLEY QUINN Birds of Prey (2020)

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EDDIE MUNSON + tattoos

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underrated eddie shots (2/?)

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#the tummy outline is something that can be so personal

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tying your heart to mine

pairing(s): eddie munson x cheerleader!fem!reader

summary: eddie is tired of hiding your relationship so he does the only gentleman thing and ties your shoes...in front of everyone.

request(s): pls write an eddie x cheerleader where he reveals their relationship at school - anon

a/n: this was originally apart of a mini blurb series i planned on doing but i found this fit the request fairly well so sorry if this wasn't what you envisioned and feel free to request and tell me what you think!

warning(s): fluffy fluff fluff, eddie being cute and unedited work.

ALSO THIS IS NOT NO FREE USE SHIT YOU CANNOT PLAGIARIZE OR REPOST MY WORK ON THIRD PARTY SITES

Eddie immediately smiled when he caught your eyes. There you stood, in the middle of the gym with your cute little cheerleading uniform on. He wondered if your heart raced the same way his did when he saw you.

You and Eddie were dating just not publicly. You were two different people and you never wanted to complicate things well more like he never wanted to.

Eddie knew how much effort you put into the things you did and he didn't want that to be ignored just because you were dating the freak but he was now tired.

Tired of watching you at school from the sidelines, tired ever never going on real dates, tired of hiding.

He didn't want to hide you and he knew you didn't want to hide him so he wasn't going to force you to.

"I'll be right back" Eddie raised his hand cutting off whatever Dustin was saying rising from his seat on the bleachers. The group watched their friend wondering what the hell was so important.

"What's he doing?" Mike asked as Eddie jogged his way towards you.

"Hey sweetheart" he smiled shoving his hands in his pockets nervously. He didn't know how you were going to react to him just running up on you but he was pleasantly surprised when you smiled back "Hi Eddie"

Eddie was sure people were staring at the two of you as he took a step towards you now in your personal space "You come to bother me loverboy?" You teased in a soft whisper raising an eyebrow.

He chuckled "Maybe" his eyes ran over your face before letting out a low hum looking down.

"Or maybe I just noticed my girl's shoe was untied" You looked down at your untied shoe rolling your eyes "You're a dick" you said playfully about to bend down to tie your shoes when Eddie dropped down on his knees in front of you.

Your eyes widened as his fingers carefully grabbing your white shoelaces his eyes dragging back up towards yours. "I got it though" You didn't know why but this moment felt way too intimate. Your heart was beating heavy in your chest as he began to tie your shoe humming softly.

Your eyes ran over the class around you, it felt as if all eyes were on the two of you.

The freak Eddie Munson had just got down on his knees to tie the head cheerleader's sneakers.

Oh, people were definitely looking and you didn't have to ask to know this is exactly what Eddie wanted.

You looked back down at it as he successfully finished tying your shoe "Bunny ears" he commented flicking one of the loops.

He patted your shoe staring up at you "You look worried sweetheart" his hand slid to the back of your calf pulling your leg closer placing a kiss on your knee before standing up "I changed my mind about wanting to hide us" he said his eyes flickering down to your lips.

"I need everyone to know you're my girl" he bit his lip before sliding his hand to the back of your neck pulling you so your lips were against his.

And in Eddie's mind, it was just you and him in an empty room just loving each other but in reality the two of you were in a gym class filled with shocked students because never in a million years had they thought Y/N Y/L/N would choose Eddie fucking Munson.

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he was so babygirl 😔

- Parker @chrissycunninqham

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The Price of a Kiss - Eddie Munson x reader

Summary - You start trading Eddie little nick knacks for kisses

A/N - Tiiiniest little drabble from my drafts because I feel bad not being able to post any new writing, 1k words

“What’s this?” Eddie’s eyes weren't even looking at the rock you were holding up in front of him, his dark, doe brown eyes were linked to yours, and he wasn’t planning on looking away.

“A rock,” you smiled proudly at him, the small stone glinting softly in the sunlight as you held it up, with tiny streaks of crystal scattering the light and reflecting onto his face.

“I can see it’s a rock sweetheart,” he said as he picked the small rock from your fingers before holding it up to the sunlight and admiring it. “But why?”

“I dunno- I saw it and it looked pretty, I wanted to give it to you,” you wrung your hands together as you spoke and in that moment Eddie knew you had to be the most adorable creature to ever walk this earth-

“So you saved it? Brought it all the way here to me?” Eddie asked you with big eyes, the rock long since pocketed in his black ripped jeans, and you nodded in response to his question, biting your lip ever so slightly.

“Why thank you sweetheart,” his voice was soft as he spoke, and he was close enough that you could hear every slight shift in his voice, every breath and tone change. Eddie’s arm was wrapped around your waist bringing you impossibly close to him. “How could I ever repay you?”

It was painstakingly clear what he wanted, his lips were hovering over yours, almost brushing but just barely not, yet you could still swear you would know what he would taste like when he finally kissed you.

“A kiss perhaps?” your eyebrows raised ever so slightly and you tipped your head to the side, pursing your lips together as you looked at him.

“A fair trade indeed,” Eddie cooed at you softly, his rough hands grabbing your face and cupping it in his hands before he connected your lips together. His lips slightly chapped, but yet they were always softer than you expected, and he kissed you with such gentle care almost as if he was worried about shattering you in his grip.

“There, I think that is reward enough don’t you?” Before you could protest Eddie’s lips had left yours and you could tell he was fighting back the smirk that was nipping at the corner of his mouth. You pouted at him and stood on your tiptoes to try and reach his lips, which easily cracked his facade and his grin broke out over his face.

“Nuh-uh my love, that wasn’t our deal, I’ll suppose you’ll just have to trade me more.”

That was the first time you and Eddie exchanged a trade, and it was only the first of many times. After that you did whatever you could to find things to trade with him. Little knick knacks, a scrunchie, more pretty rocks you would pick up on the walk to his trailer, and once you made him a friendship bracelet that had him peppering your face in kisses.

“You know, I think you might end up collecting all the pebbles in Hawkins if you keep this up,” he once told you just before he gave you your well earned kiss. “I don’t care- if it means you’ll kiss me like that again I’ll do anything.

“Well, do you have something else to trade with me?”

It wasn’t as if he wouldn’t gladly give you as many kisses as you wanted, all you had to do was ask him, and you did. But you still loved the little trades you shared, and you loved finding little things to trade with him.

It almost became a little game to you, find the prettiest rock, the most perfect shell, make him something that you knew he would appreciate for more than just your small deals.

However, what you didn’t know was that Eddie kept everything you traded him, while he would pocket whatever little trinket you had brought him, when he got home, or when you weren’t looking he would slip it into the little box he had started keeping under his bed.

Even the bracelet you made for him, after he had given you your kiss he excitedly asked you to help him tie it around his wrist and after that it became a regular accessory, sitting just below his usual leather cuff. It was almost a little funny seeing the hand braided colourful friendship bracelet tied around his wrist next to the hard and cut black leather, it was such a stark contrast that it shouldn’t make sense yet somehow it did so perfectly.

It was almost like a sense of pride for him, every now and then he would reach under his bed to fumble around for the box, pouring out all the small trinkets onto his bed just to scoop them all up into his hands. Like a goblin would with his gold coins.

And it would lead to the silliest little pieces of conversation between the two of you. Like the time you were sitting on the couch, his hand tangled with yours when you pulled a slightly cracked shell out of your pocket, you didn’t even have to say anything. He simply picked it from your hand and started examining it against the dimmed light in the trailer living room.

“I don’t think this is enough for a kiss my love, my rates have gone up,” his voice was silky smooth as he spoke, and his thumb was on your chin forcing you to part your lips ever so slightly and the softest whine escaped from your lips. “Would you settle for a kiss on the cheek?”

“Everything is so expensive in this economy these days,” you muttered and complained, pouting ever so slightly at him to try and gain some affection in your bargaining.

“Oh but you’re so cute, how am I supposed to resist?” Eddie let the question hang in the air for a moment before he kissed you.

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