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clairecrive · 4 years

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"Phone call" - Ronnie Kray x reader

I was requested this on Wattpad. I hope you like this. It's been a minute since I've written anything so idk how to feel about this. Anyway, guys we hit 800!!! I honestly can't believe it. Absurd. Thank you so much for reading my crappy stuff tho lol. I really appreciate it. I’m going away for a week ish and I won’t have any wifi or anything so I won’t be able to post. But I am working on something, so don’t worry :)

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Amidst her chaotic everyday life, there were few things that allowed y/n to keep her feet on the ground and take a break from her routine. One thing was her weekly updates with her best friend. Some weeks they happened more than once if something especially juicy went down but the bare minimum was once a week.

So there’s where she was one a fine autumn afternoon. On her favourite sofa, waiting for Ron to get home so that she could get supper started, as Sophia was catching her up to the latest.

“Seriously though, Soph, it was bound to happen.” She pointed out once Sophia finished her story.

“You think? I thought she’d never work out the courage to leave him.”

“I don’t think it’s about courage but survival. She just couldn’t go on like that and I mean, can you blame her?” Y/n tried to let her see her point but she knew that Soph had a very different mindset to hers when it came to these things.

“I don’t know, I guess this is one of those situations where you don’t know how you’d react until you’re in it yourself.”

“Nah, if I was her I’d left him a long time ago.”

“You always do this y/n, it’s easy to be this rational when it’s not your feelings that are involved.” Sophia snappily pointed out effectively getting on y/n’s nerves.

“Just listen to me, okay?” Rolling her eyes, she set out to explain herself. “Let’s say that this was me and Ron. I’m in the house, all by myself 24/7, every day of the week. My husband is at work and I understand that he needs to work to provide for us. But didn’t he made a promise to be there for me too?” It was rather a rhetorical question but she stopped as if she was waiting for Sophia to answer anyway. “So I talk to him, trying to make him see that I’m lonely and that I miss him. At first, he’s sweet and nice and gets home in time for dinner. A week passes and we’re back at it again, me alone and in a relationship with his house rather than him. A month goes by and what? I hear rumours that he’s been seen dining and going out with the same lady numerous times? And I’m still here at home waiting for him?” She didn’t think there was anything to add to prove her point but she did anyway. “I strongly disagree Soph. Marriage is about sharing your life with another person. A life filled with their love and presence. If they’re not there then I don’t want to be in that relationship anymore.” She finished her speech waiting to hear Soph’s opinion when instead she was met with the sound of a disconnected call.

“Hello?” Too busy in her rant she hadn’t heard that Ron had come back home and that it was his finger that had disconnected the call.

“Don’t you think I should be the first one to learn that you want to dump me?” And since she was none the wiser about his presence in the house, his thundering tone made her jump in surprise.

She turned to him in a rush and relaxed one she registered that it was only him. Only to be put off again by his furrowed expression.

“What are you talking about?”

“I should ask you the same question, shouldn’t I? Since when do you feel in a relationship with my house? And by the way, I thought this was OUR house.”

“Ronnie, you don’t understand-”

“Yes, I don’t. ‘Cause I thought you loved me.”

“I do love you.”

“But you want to leave me? Jesus Christ woman, I’m supposed to be the nutter.”

“I don’t want to leave you! Ron-” she tried to explain but he interrupted her yet again.

“Then what was that?”

“If you would shut up and let me talk, I’ll explain,” she couldn’t help it, she raised her voice. She knew that Ronnie didn’t like loud noises but frustration got the best of her.

The two stared at each other, taking the other in while getting a hold of themselves at the same time. Then Ron gave her the scene, with a wave of his hand.

“It wasn’t you, I was talking about on the phone.” She started but halted at Ron’s unconvinced raised eyebrow. He did hear his name leave her lips. He was not stupid, thank you very much.

“Alright, I did say your name but it was only to prove a point. To make an example.” But Ronnies was still not convinced.

“Helen left his husband.” She said like it explained everything. But those words meant absolutely nothing to Ron. Who was Helen? He didn’t know and he didn’t even care. Should he? He didn’t think so.

“It had been a long time coming but Sophia thought otherwise. She said that I was just being too rational and that it wasn’t that simple so to make her understand I listed Helen’s problems and what I would do if it would have happened to me. That’s why I said your name.” She concluded.

Going over what she had, Ron thought that it quite added up but at the same time, he couldn’t help but feel conscious of their relationship now. He could see that she was telling the truth but somehow that didn’t help. And since y/n knew him well, she could see that.

“None of the things I said applied to us, Ronnie,” she addressed him now with a softer tone. Crunching beside the chair he was sitting on, she took his hand in hers and looked for his eyes. He always told her that sometimes words were superfluous and that eyes could be a lot more expressive and exhaustive than we thought. Y/n had never thought she could be quite as eloquent with her eyes than she was with her words but a while into their relationship, she found out that when it came to certain things, things that seem so complicated but are actually so simple, she really could say what she needed to with just a look. Whether it was, “I’m not really angry but you should give me a kiss to say sorry anyway”, or “shut up Ron and follow my lead” when they were around people they didn’t know well and Ron was beginning to scare them away, or “I swear that if you say another word you’ll be sleeping on the couch” during an argument, but also “I wish I knew the words to express what I’m feeling right now so that you could understand how special you are to me” in those private moments they shared after dinner, in the comfort and privacy of their home.

“So you don’t feel like you’re in a relationship with my house?” Was Ron’s quiet reply when he finally met her eyes.

“I helped pay for this house too, so it’s our house, thank you very much.” He snickered knowing what she said to be true.

“Besides, apart from when we’re both at work, we’re always together so how do you think I could ever be lonely?” She observed trying to get him out of that grey zone she knew he always pulled in and out from.

“How are saying that I’m clingy now?” Ah, here he is.

“Never. I didn’t marry you to be alone, did I?” Was y/n's olive branch. But Ronnie had believed her and to assure her that they were good, he sealed it all with a kiss.

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twistedrunes · 5 years

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Which character is your favorite to write? Why?

Hi friend!

I have already answered this for canon characters here, but I will answer for my OC’s this time.

I love writing Anna from George especially when good things are happening. I love how she’s changed and grown over the chapters. Some of my favourite scenes are the ones where she is softer and more vulnerable - particularly with Finn, John or Charlie.

Pup from Alfie’s Shirt fic runs a close second.

Thanks for your ask

- Twisted xox

I need distractions and inspiration feel free to ask anything - suggestions here and here

#ask #answered #deaflikehawkeye #oc's

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tommyplum · 4 years

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Hi Alfie for 17 + 23??

17. Do you hate the person you fell the hardest for?

“I have moments where I’d like to shake him till he fucking rattles - but that’s a far cry from hate, mate. That’s just fucking Tommy.”

23. Were you happier four months ago than you are now?

“Course not. What sort of a question is that?”

long meme pt 1

#deaflikehawkeye #alfie solomons #alfie solomons asks #the liquorverse #peak blinders modern au

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tommyhardyx · 5 years

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Your writing is awesome. If you could do one about maybe another child of Polly who was taken with Micheal but raised in London. And is together with Alfie before Tommy even meets him. I just realized how specific that is, sorry.

Okay I’m going to say that this child was a few years older than Michael, so she was over 18 when she first met Alfie

The man sitting across from you shocks you with his claim, that he is your cousin here on behalf of the woman you faintly remember from the memories you can’t quite distinguish from dreams.

Ever since you turned 18, you considered whether or not you should look for her or if the past should stay in the past and you should continue living your life with those who raised you after you were taken away.

Each time your curiosity almost got the better of you, your fear was there to push it back. Fear that the woman you once called mum would be dead, or a disappointment to what you have left in your head. Fear that she wouldn’t want you, or that the people who raised you after her would hate you for going to look for her.

But now, here sits a man who claims he is from the time in your life that you barely remember and you’re not entirely sure what to think or feel.

“y/n, I know this is a lot to process, but your mother would like to meet you if you’re up for it,” the man who introduced himself as Tommy Shelby explains.

Before you’re able to respond, with what you’re not entirely sure when another voice sounds from behind you.

“What the fuck is this?”

Alfie stands in the doorway to the living room, jaw clenched as he stares at the man across from you, when you turn back to Tommy you notice a similar hardness to his jaw.

“Alfie, this is Tom-”

“I fucking know who he is, what’re you doing in my fucking house, mate?”

“I didn’t know it was your house,” Tommy says calmly. “I’m here to-”

“Tommy’s Aunt is my mother,” you whisper, looking up at Alfie. “My birth mother.”

Alfie’s narrowed eyes move from you to Tommy and back again, the wheels turning behind his eyes as he decides whether or not Tommy is lying.

“Polly wants to meet her, I’ve come to ask if she’ll come to Birmingham with me to meet her,” Tommy explains.

Alfie ignores Tommy, moving through the room to sit beside you his fingers brushing your cheek.

“I want to meet her Alfie,” you whisper, leaning into his touch. “I need to meet her.”

Alfie nods, pressing his lips to your forehead.

“Then go. But if this fucker does anything to you, yeah, I’ll kill him,” Alfie says, his eyes drifting over to where Tommy sits watching the two of you.

“If Polly doesn’t kill me first,” Tommy says.

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melodysyper · 5 years

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Thank you for existing. 💗 send this to 10 people that you think that deserve a sweet and kind message in their inbox 💕

bless!! thank you, dear 🖤💜

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ugly-crying-over-bucky-barnes · 4 years

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Blue Eyes Part 18

Summary: After the Garrison is shot up, the youngest Shelby daughter finds a new home in London. She strips herself of her last name and tries to live a peaceful life far away from her brothers’ chaos in Birmingham. But fate leads her right back into it after she runs into Alfie Solomons.

Part 18: Ella has strange dreams and struggles with them.

Tommy found his sister at their uncle’s yard, standing by the canal. It was early morning and a thick fog hung over the dark water. Ella was wearing a thick wool coat with fur lining. The heavy fabric covering any hint at her pregnancy.

So she was listening to him. At least for now.

Ella didn’t look over at him when he came to stand beside her. She simply remained still. Waiting for him to speak first. But he only tossed his spent cigarette into the still water.

“Do you remember the first horse you bought me?”

Tommy tucked a hand in his pocket and nodded. “It was a paint. You wanted one because the Lee girls all rode paints. That’s what you told me.”

“Do you remember what I named her?”

“No.” The name of his baby sister’s first horse from years and years ago was not his priority. Tommy had more than enough to worry about.

“Liliac.” She told him. “I’d weave lilacs in her mane. She was beautiful. Then she fell in the pasture and broke her leg.”

Tommy didn’t need to be reminded of the memory. He remembered examining the horse’s leg. Curly called it even though it obviously pained him. Said the horse would only suffer if they kept her alive. So the horse was shot and Tommy had to return to Watery Lane and inform his sister of the news. She was heartbroken. Tommy promised to buy her another paint but that only made her cry harder.

“I keep dreaming about her.” Ella’s voice was faint beside him. “I want to follow her but I can’t. She has two foals with her...both identical.”

“Just a dream,” Tommy said quietly.

She wrapped her arms around herself when a shiver went down her spine. “It just doesn’t feel right.”

“Where’s your husband?” He asked, wondering why Ella was out so early without an escort in sight.

“He’s trying to phone Goliath, about the fight.”

Tommy grunted an acknowledgment.

“You need to tell me now if this fight is more than just a boxing match.” Her tone was colder than the morning air.

“A night of sport will keep everyone’s spirits high.” It was impossible to ignore the insincerity in his voice.

Ella scoffed and turned away from the canal. “One of these days, Thomas, I swear to God.” She made her way through the hay and mud before she made a threat she would regret.

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Alfie was finishing up on the phone when his wife arrived back from her walk to the Yard. “I fucking know your brother is having me calls monitored.” He complained.

Ella hummed and slipped off her coat. “Girls in Digbeth. They fancy him so they’ll listen to all the calls that have anything remotely to do with the company.” She bent down to greet Cyril and Anthea by the door.

Alfie grumbled a few curses under his breath. “Well, Goliath’s ready for a fight. No fucking clue what Tommy thinks he’s up to.”

“No one knows but him.” Ella went to make herself a cup of tea. Anthea and Cyril trailed after her hoping for a biscuit or belly rubs.

Alfie followed as well and lingered in the doorway of the tiny kitchen. He watched as she moved about the space. It was different from how she was in Camden Town. He adored hearing her flit about the warm kitchen, humming to herself, tossing Cyril a piece of whatever she was attempting to make, and cursing like a sailor if she dropped something or burned her finger.

The kitchen on Watery Lane felt colder and she moved stiffly without a lick of joy. She was deep in her thoughts as she filled the kettle and set it on the stove.

Alfie sighed and went to wrap his arms around her waist from behind. He pressed a kiss to the shell of her ear. “Talk to me, love. No use in keeping it all in that beautiful head of yours.”

His sweet-talking didn’t conjure even a hint of a smile. “I want to go back to Margate.” She whispered.

Her husband closed his eyes and buried his face in her recently cut hair. Her dark curls back to their usual chin-length. “I know. I’d rather be fucking anywhere but here.” He concurred. “No offense.”

“None taken.” She muttered and rested her hands on his arms. Her fingertips grazing the cord bracelet on his wrist, reaching out towards the crown inked on his hand. “You know, my brothers were born on a boat.”

“Huh.” Alfie wasn’t sure he’d ever heard of such a thing.

“John, Arthur, and Tommy. Same boat. Ada was the first one of us born here. Six Watery Lane, upstairs in Tommy’s room. I was born downstairs in the betting shop, ‘course it weren’t much back then. Just some extra rooms. Finn was born in the parlor. Polly helped deliver me. She said I didn’t stop screaming for hours. My father called me a banshee and my brothers always held their hands over their ears around me.” She blinked a few times as if to pull herself out of the daze she had been in all morning. “My whole life I’ve wanted to be heard but never felt like anyone was listening.”

“I listen, love.”

“I know, that’s why I fell in love with you.”

Ella chewed on her lip. “I want the children to be born in Margate.” She told her husband.

“Yeah? Any reason?” It sounded like a good idea to Alfie but it was the first time she’d mentioned it to him. Of course they hadn’t had much time to discuss it. Tommy made them keep it hushed and Alfie was helping the Shelbys organize an army.

“Because I want them to see the ocean once they open their eyes. I want them to see there’s much more to life than Birmingham or London.”

Alfie nodded. “Then they’ll be born in Margate.” He was just glad she didn’t suggest the twins were born in Birmingham. His children would be born there over his dead body.

Ella leaned into his touch. “Will you get a bottle of morphine from my brother next time you see him?”

He frowned with distaste. “Why?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

Not satisfied with the answer, Alfie put his hands on her shoulders and turned her around. “Why?” He asked more firmly.

She looked at his face but avoided his eyes, focusing instead on the scar running down his cheek. “I’m sick of dreaming.”

“Morphine ain’t gonna help you, El, only make it fucking worse.” He argued.

“Well what do you suggest I do, Alfie?” She retorted. The pregnant woman was exhausted. She’d slept only a few hours before waking up in a cold sweat. The dreams had left her in such a state that she wandered the flat the rest of the night, only returning to bed when she heard Alfie stirring. With little sleep and the tense situation only getting worse, her nerves were frayed enough.

“They’re just dreams. They shouldn’t bother you. You’ll always wake up.” He cradled her face in his calloused hands but she pushed him away.

“Don’t tell me what should or shouldn’t bother me.” She snapped and moved away from him.

“M’only tryna fucking help.” He threw his hands up in disbelief. “Sorry I can’t stop you from dreaming, you know that if I could I fucking would!”

“Fuck off, Alfie. I’ll do it myself.” Ella left the kitchen.

His jaw tightened. “I ain’t gonna have you using your brother’s fucking dope while you’re pregnant!” He shouted after her. His anger was more directed at her brothers', getting her accustomed to the use of drugs from an early age. Of course, she saw no issue with it.

“Oh, so you control me now?” Ella laughed sarcastically and tugged her coat off the rack. “First you make me come to Birmingham and now you’re telling me what I can’t put in my body.”

“That shit’ll do nothing but hurt you.” Alfie stormed down the hallway. It was inevitable. Small Heath was too small, too cramped. It felt like every side of the city was pushing down on him, putting so much pressure on him that he was bound to snap. The news of the pregnancy delayed the explosion for some time, but an argument only sparked it.

“I can’t fucking sleep!” Ella yelled back at him. “You think it’s better that I can’t sleep?!”

“Why didn’t you fucking tell me you couldn’t fucking sleep?” Alfie demanded and yanked the coat from her hands so she wouldn’t leave. If he had to stand between her and Tommy’s drugs he damn sure would. “You keep these things from me, Ella, then expect me to read your mind so I can fix everything!”

Tears were flooding her blue eyes as anger coursed through every inch of her body. “Because you wouldn’t understand. You’re just as miserable here as I am!”

“Just calm down and go sit.” He pointed towards the parlor where Cyril and Anthea were hiding out.

“Don’t tell me what to do!” Her voice almost rattled the old flat.

The two squared off in the foyer for a moment, neither backing down. Ella clenched her hands into fists but decided she was too tired for a screaming match. “I’m going to my aunt’s.” She didn’t even attempt to get her coat back from him.

Alfie froze as she opened the door. “If I fucking find out that you’ve gone to your brother…”

“What? You’ll leave me?” Ella narrowed her eyes at him.

“Oh for fuck’s sake.” Alfie groaned and rubbed a hand over his eyes. “Fine, fine! You want to go get high so you can’t fucking dream. Go right the fuck ahead. But I ain’t gonna help you when you’re coming down and realize that the world’s still the same fucking hell hole.” He turned on his heel and stomped upstairs.

Ella made a noise of frustration and slammed the door behind her. Once the house settled, the kettle in the kitchen began to whistle.

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