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“You Used To Love Me” Michael Gray Fan Fiction - Chapter 13

Well hi *I wave sheepishly from behind the computer screen*

Let me start by saying I am so so sorry that the conclusion of this story took so long - I have barely been writing for a really long time.

But this story and doing it justice has always been in the back of my mind, and I finally got myself to finish it for all of you who have been so loyal and patient.

Here is the final Chapter of You Used To Love Me.

All my love, I hope you enjoy x

Besides the obvious shock at seeing him at such a fucking inopportune time, his presence sends an immediate chill down my spine.

I have to physically close my eyes to try and rid my mind of the thoughts and flashbacks to the other night, when he kissed me. When we kissed each other.

The room collectively falls silent. No one tries to stutter over their words. No one tries to save the moment with some excuse. Just pure silence. All of us processing what has just unfolded. That is until Gina finally speaks.

“Well, I guess the gig is up” she says, almost laughing.

I don’t even look at her. My eyes are just glued to Michael. I watch his face contort into 100 different shades of confusion.

When no one else speaks, when nothing is elaborated, he looks back and forth between all of us, searching desperately for an answer.

“Izzy?” He says my name, his tone just begging me for an answer.

“This isn’t on her…” Gina begins, standing up slowly from the floor and straightening her dress “I’m pregnant, Michael”

And just like that, the bomb is dropped. But that’s not even the worst of it. My heart aches inside my chest, knowing that it’s about to get so much worse for Michael.

I didn’t think it was possible, but somehow the air in the room grows heavier.

My whole body tenses at I wait to see Michael’s reaction.

He doesn’t know it’s not his yet.

He runs his eyes over her, covering his mouth in shock when he finally notices the small baby bump just beginning to show through her dress.

“Oh my god” he runs a hand through his hair, his hands trembling.

He doesn’t speak, he just shakes his head in disbelief. No excitement. No joy at the thought of having his own child. And that says it all. He isn’t happy. This is not the life he wanted for himself.

Part of me want’s to tell him about Gina’s infidelity. To tell him that he is not having a child. That he is not going to be stuck raising a child with a woman he doesn’t love. But before I can even find the words, his head stops shaking and his brows furrow. Like a lightbulb switched on in his mind. Like something clicked. It’s like I can see him mind doing back flips as he realises that something doesn’t add up.

He looks back up at Gina, who is chewing at her bottom lip nervously. She is also waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Like she said, Michael is smart. It won’t be long before it dawns on him, and I know she does not want that moment to unfold before all of us, here in this room.

“I would like a moment alone with my husband” Gina says quickly, as she looks over at Polly and I. She knows Michael is starting to catch on to what he knows deep down inside. This is not his baby.

I take her queue to leave immediately, reaching for Polly’s hand. “Come on Pol, let’s go make some tea yeah?” I say, locking eyes with her and nodding towards the doorway.

Polly’s catches on, and she takes my hand as we both make our way out of the room. As we exit I quickly glance back over my shoulder to find Michael looking at me gravely, before Gina closes the door behind us.

Polly and I walk downstairs and into the kitchen in complete silence. I start making tea, but Polly touches my arm.

“This is not a time for tea… I’ll get the whisky”

I nod. I’m like a soldier with shell shock. I can barely speak. I can barely move as I lower my body stiffly into a chair at the dining table.

I’m straining with all my might to hear the conversation going on upstairs between Gina and Michael, but it’s eerily quiet.

I know what she is telling him now is being said in hushed voices.

Polly slides a hefty glass of Whiskey in my direction, and tasting the bitter drink is the only thing that brings me out of my frozen trance.

“Michael’s not going to be a father” she says out of the blue, with her face all knowing, as though she has read the room and understands the situation.

“No” I affirm her suspicions, although she already knows without me needing to “No he’s not”

“One day” Polly responds, holding eye contact with me.

I’ve always known Polly has senses. Everyone in the Shelby family knows. Hell, everyone in fucking town knows. She see’s things. Feels them. She know’s Michael will one day be a father. I’m not psychic and even I knew that. He has a way with children. He’s wonderful with them. And in this moment, I know exactly who she thinks he will be having children with. I know what she’s insinuating.

I almost jump straight out of my seat when I few minutes later, I hear footsteps coming down the staircase.

I quickly sink the rest of my whiskey, as Gina and Michael enter the dining room.

“I’m taking Gina to the hospital, I’ll be back later. Tell Tommy we have to reschedule our meeting to another day”

Michael is holding his cap in his hands, gripping it so tight that his knuckles have gone white. But they’re not as white as his face. I can’t tell if he looks like he’s seen a ghost, or if he is the ghost.

Gina looks down at the floor, then up at the ceiling. Basically anywhere but at our faces.

Polly nods, knowing that now is not the time to have words with either of them. I’m actually impressed with how civil she is being towards Gina in this moment. In light of the severity of the situation.

Michael ushers Gina out the front door, and moments later the cars wheels turn on the gravel and make their way out of the street.

Polly and I sit in silence, drinking for a little bit longer, until everything catches up with me. The whiskey, the sleeplessness, the bomb that was just dropped.

Without saying much, Polly and I hug goodbye. She holds on a little longer than usual, and before we depart she gives me a knowing smile.

I know what she’s thinking. I know she can tell something happened between Michael and I.

But I can’t let my brain run off with the possibilities. I don’t know what is going to happen between us.

Even with Gina now possibly out of the picture, there’s a lot that has gone on between Michael and I. I still carry the pain, nursing it in my arms every day since he left for America, and came back with another woman. I don’t know what he could ever say to fix that.

And then there’s the possibility that he stays with her, despite the news. Which might just send me over the edge. Truly into a place of no return.

I wander the streets in the short walk back to my apartment, where I pour myself another drink when I arrive.

I don’t know why, but I sit by the window. Waiting, I guess. Hoping that he might show up. Maybe even part of me is hoping that he doesn’t. But still, I can’t pull myself away.

I have so many errands, so many jobs to do. But I can’t move on. I spend the rest of the day worrying about him. Picturing him at the hospital, sitting by Gina’s bedside. Supporting her on what might be the worst day of this life thus far. I picture his face when he found out she was pregnant. The horror and fear that he was trying to disguise.

He didn’t have the glow of someone who just found out their wife is having a baby.

By the time night falls, and dusk gives way, I have bitten my nails down to the quick without even noticing.

Feeling horrid and heavy with anxiety, I decide to drag my sleep deprived body into the shower. It’s a peaceful moment, and I start to feel like I could finally settle into bed when someone knocks at my door as I’m getting changed into my night gown.

I catch myself in the mirror for a moment, willing myself to be strong, because I already know who it is standing at my door without even having to open it.

As I make my way to my visitor, I run over 100 speeches that I have planned in my head. But once I grab that handle and pull it open, the chatter in my head falls silent.

Michael Grey.

He stands in the door way, a look of relief washing over his face as though he didn’t think I would actually answer him.

Of course I would.

He opens his mouth to speak, inhaling deeply, but the words never follow. With this much history between two people, it’s impossible to know where to begin.

He looks like he’s been to hell and back.

“Sorry” he stammers, snapping himself out of his trance “Your door was unlocked, but I didn’t want to just walk in-”

“It’s always been unlocked” I breathe, knowing that I’ve kept a lot of parts of me unlocked, incase there was a moment where Michael Grey decided to wander back in. Just like he has right now.

He nods, understanding what I meant immediately.

“Can I come in?” He begins “I can go if you want, I just…”

He looks so small in this moment. He’s the most timid and sheepish I have ever seen him.

“Of course” I nod, stepping aside to let him in.

We move about my apartment in silence, as we both take a seat at my dining table. When he does, he places his elbows on the table and rests his head in his hands.

Without even needing to ask, I pour us both a drink.

“I figured if I need one of these you probably do too”

I looks up at me gratefully as I place the glass in front of him and he takes a swig.

“How is she?” I ask, nervous to actually address the situation at hand. But I know there’s no way around it. We’re not going to talk about the fucking weather.

“They’re uh, they’re going to keep her overnight until she’s got her hydration back”

There’s silence for a moment before he continues, and he looks as if he’s not able to believe what he’s about to say.

“Then she’s going home”

My heart jumps and skips over a few beats, making me feel unsteady as I realise what he just said.

Gina is leaving.

“We’re done” he says, and I suddenly take note of the fact that he’s not wearing his wedding ring.

“Michael I’m sorry-” I begin, but falter when it comes to finishing my sentence.

I am sorry. But the truth is that I’m fucking relieved. Relieved for Michael. Relieved for myself. Relieved that I don’t have to watch him raise a child with someone else right in front of my eyes when it was supposed to be me.

“It’s okay” he nods “Her and I we weren’t… I didn’t love her Izzy”

I knew this whole time. I want to scream it from the rooftops. I want to scream it at him. I want to ask what possessed him to act that way for so long.

I want to ask him who he loves. I want to ask him if it’s still me.

“It still hurts though” I say instead, trying to keep my wits about me. And that is the truth. He is still in pain.

“Yeah well I had that coming didn’t I” he almost laughs to himself, shaking his head.

He looks up at me, bearing himself. He knows what he did was wrong. And he knows as far as karma goes, he was now getting his.

“I’ve done so many things wrong… Everything got so out of control Iz” I notice his knee is bouncing rapidly beneath the table.

I hold my breath, so much so that I begin to feel light headed and my chest begins to burn.

“We don’t have to talk about this if you don’t want to” he says once he notices my speechlessness, “I just owe you an explanation. I owe you that much”

I nod, giving him the go ahead. The green light of redemption.

We’re on the edge of the moment. The moment I’ve been waiting for for months.

“You know I don’t even know why you let me in, you’re always so kind, so good. Too fucking good. After everything”

His chest rises and falls beneath his shirt and vest, growing faster with every second as he gets himself more and more worked up over the train wreck of his life.

“You know I can’t get the look on your face out of my head, from the day that you saw me and Gina. The day I came back and told you to leave me alone. It fucking haunts me Izzy. Because I didn’t want it. But when you’re in too deep…” He shakes his head, as his words just keep pouring out frantically “I thought it was the only way… the only way to deal with what I had done. I couldn’t even look at Gina. I couldn’t even touch her. So I thought if I forgot about you, that I could move on”

“Did you?” Are the only words I can utter, as the lump in my throat swells, almost cutting off my voice completely.

“Never. Fucking never”

I had built this moment up in my head for so long.

What I would say to him.

How I would teach him a lesson.

How I would show him what he had done to me.

That he can’t get away with doing that to a person.

I had rehearsed how I would make him get on his knees and beg for my forgiveness.

Make him explain himself until he was blue in the face.

Until I was satisfied.

I wait for that feeling to come, the rage, but it never does.

Instead, I stay silent as he takes a deep breath to steady himself. His eyes are welling up, threatening to spill over as he continues to explain.

“I lost my way over there. I was losing my fucking mind without you. I got drunk, Gina was forceful. One thing led to another and I woke up next to her one morning. Then I couldn’t get rid of her. I was doing business with her family, and it’s like she saw something she wanted and would stop at nothing to get it. That’s when I stopped contact with you… I couldn’t bring myself to talk to you. To face what I had done”

The first tear falls onto his freckled cheeks, but he wipes it quickly.

“I was going to cut her off before I came back home, but she threatened that she would cut off the deal between Shelby Limited and her Uncles if I left her. She threatened fucking horrible things to the people I loved Izzy, you have no idea” His voice is panicked as he recalls every last detail, and I can see the flashbacks taking their toll on him.

“Her family and her people, they’re something we’ve never dealt with before…She begged me to let her come with me. I was in way over my fucking head. And so I had to pretend. I didn’t want her to sink her claws into you too. I didn’t want anything to happen to you. I didn’t want you involved. So I had to pretend like I fucking hated you when all I wanted was to come crawling home to you”

By now, one tear had led to another, and he was no longer wiping them away. His eyes red, his cheeks drowning.

Unable to keep swallowing the lump in my own throat, I abandon all control over my own emotions, and my own eyes spill over with tears.

“You could have told me” my voice scrapes out of my throat “You could have told me what was happening”

He shakes his head “I wanted to protect you, and I had to break you in order to do that. And I’m so fucking sorry”

The feeling comes again, where I’m certain I should be screaming at him right now. Cursing him for everything he put me through.

But I can’t. After all this time, after everything. I just can’t.

I still love him.

My small, shaking hand glides across the top of the dining table, and lays gently over the top of his.

Of course it did. We’re like magnets, him and I. We’ve never been able to keep away from each other.

My touch has an immediate effect on him, as his breathing begins to calm.

But in an unexpected turn, he holds my hand and brings it up to his lips. His eyes close as he places a kiss on the back of my hand, and then another one on the soft, sensitive skin of my inner wrist.

This is something we used to do all the time, and right now, it’s like he doesn’t realise what he’s doing. Muscle memory takes over.

“You’re fucking stupid Michael Grey” I sniffle “I should hate you. I should fucking hate you”

“Do you?” He asks, still holding onto my hand like it’s his only lifeline.

I stare back at him for a moment, before I feel my head start to shake in response.

“Never”

I feel a pull on my arm, as I realise he’s pulling my closer to him.

And I don’t resist.

Our bodies creep closer, slowly then all at once as we collide. His arms wrap around me fiercely, engulfing me. My arms wrap around his torso, and I make no mistakes about holding him tight.

It’s almost crushing, suffocating, the way we are clinging onto one another.

I can’t breathe, or cry, or laugh. I can’t move. And I don’t want to.

His hand holds the back of my head, and I bury it into the crook of his neck.

“I’m so sorry” he apologises, his voice muffled as his face presses into my skin “I’m so fucking sorry”

I could have stayed like that forever, but he pulls back holding my face in his hands as he looks down at me.

“I love you” he begins, his breath tickling my face “I don’t know if that’s okay with you, but I still love you. Izzy. I never stopped”

I look up at him, our breaths slowing and steadying, until we’re breathing in synchronicity.

“I still love you the same as the day I met you” I shake my head, but I can feel the smallest of smiles begin to creep onto my lips “I love you Michael”

“Yeah?” He asks one more time, as if he doesn’t believe it yet.

“Yes, you fucking idiot” I exhale a laugh, unable to stop the smile now “I love you”

He beams back down at me, his head lowering until his lips meet mine.

He’s slow, this time. Unsure. Gentle. As if this moment might fall away and escape him if he makes one wrong move.

But I can’t hold back any longer.

I kiss him back, pressing my body even harder against his, which I hadn’t thought was possible.

I expect a ravenous kiss to follow, for clothes to start falling off our bodies and to gravitate our way towards my bedroom.

But after he returns a tender kiss, he pulls away.

“Wait” he breathes

“You okay?” I pant, biting down on my lip.

“Can we wait…” he whispers nervously “I don’t want you to think this is all I want. I just want to talk to you. Stay up all night talking like we used to. God I missed you so much”

My chest warms up, as I realise he really means it. That he doesn’t want me to get the wrong impression. That he missed my body, but more than that, he missed me.

“Of course” I coo “I would like that”

He presses his lips to mine one last time, then plants a few soft kisses across my nose and cheeks. Just like he used to.

We lead each other to the bedroom, and flop down next to each other, taking in the days events. And how the hell we ended up here.

It doesn’t take long for the conversation to start, as we turn to face each other.

He caresses my face the whole time, stroking my cheek with his thumb gently.

It’s all so familiar, and right now in our little bubble, it’s like no time has passed between us at all. Like no hearts were ever broken.

We talk for hours, neither of us ever feeling tired for a moment. We laugh, getting carried away and wrapped up in each others. Sometimes we cry. He apologises more times than I can keep count. We hold each other. Sometimes I want to ask him to pinch me, to make sure I’m not still concussed from earlier in the week and imagining all of this. That I’m not going to wake up and realise it wasn’t real. That he won’t be taken away from me again.

We talk about how things used to be.

We talk about the future.

Eventually at some point in the early hours of the morning, once our voices are tired and we can’t keep our eyes open any longer, we fall asleep.

When I wake, I’m alone, but next to me I can see the indent of where Michael had been next to me the night before.

My heart starts to race as I become more aware.

He’s left. He’s gone again.

I’m almost carried away into a full panic attack, when something snaps me out of it. The sound of the radio coming from somewhere in the house.

Wondering if someone is here, or if I just left it on, I wrap myself in a robe and make my way into the heart of my apartment.

And there he is.

Fixing up breakfast, still in his clothes from the night before. Humming along to the radio.

He doesn’t even realise I’m there for a few moments, and I’m glad I have some time to process this all to myself.

I had thought I’d never see this scene again. Maybe in my memories, but never in real life.

Michael, in my kitchen, making us breakfast on a cold morning.

My chest floods with warmth.

I didn’t realise how I felt like I had been holding my breath up until this moment, and how now I can finally exhale.

“Morning” he greets me when I he catches me standing there out of the corner of his eye “Sorry, I just thought I’d make you some breakfast, or at least coffee”

“Thank you” I smile, as I force myself to hurry up and adjust to the moment.

“You still like your eggs the same?”

“Absolutely” I smile, endeared by him asking.

He holds out a hand, and I take it, as he reels me in towards his body.

“If this is too much just tell me” he says softly, checking in with where I’m at right now “Is this okay?”

I can tell he’s still unsure. Unsure of whether I’m going to tell him to leave. To get out. That the mistakes are unforgivable and that we can never get it back.

But the truth, that I can feel in my core, is that what we had never really left.

I run a hand through his hair, and he closes his eyes briefly, taking in the sensation.

“I think so” I nod, and he perks up, his eyes look hopeful and bright again “I thought you had left” I admit, revealing why I looked so startled just now.

“No chance” he shakes his head “I’m here. I’m yours”

And I believe him.

It’s a pivotal moment.

Standing on the edge and letting yourself jump.

I know it will take time. And I know he will work every day to prove it to me.

But I choose to trust him.

In whatever way that means right now.

I am his.

I always have been. And I always will.

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prettygreenpills · 7 months

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KINKTOBER day 13: spanking kink w/ polly gray but sub! polly surely 🧑‍🦽🧑‍🦽🧑‍🦽

sub Polly? Oh my god I can’t- I can’t- no she’s such a dom🥺😭

KINKTOBER day 13 | spanking kink - Polly Gray

Count for me

warnings: smut!, spanking kink, sub!polly, dom!reader, fingering, oral sex, orgasm control, etc.

“Don’t you dare cum,” you growled to the woman as you lifted your head from between her legs in her office. From the face expression she was making, you knew that the woman wouldn’t be able to hold it anymore. Smiling for yourself and taking it as another reason to come up with a punishment for her, you were still eating her out.

“Fuck fuck fuck! Y/n!” Polly was already screaming for you. You were edging her what felt for you like a good hour, but you were sure it felt like a lot longer time for Polly. Smiling for yourself, when you felt Polly clench, you pulled away, not giving her the satisfying release she needed so much. “Fuck you Y/n, now really,” Polly whined and you raised your eyebrows.

“Oh this is how do we talk now? Fuck me?” You asked her back and when you saw in her eyes that she had regretted it immediately, you smirked.

You sat down onto the armchair and tapped your thigh. Polly just looked at you, scared. A second later she shook her head ‘no’ and you peacefully waited. When she knew there was no way out of her punishment, she walked over to you and bent over your legs.

“Five for swearing, five for disobedience,” you commented so the woman knew what to expect from you. She just nodded her head and kept laying on your thighs with her ass high up in the air.

You smacked her ass for the first time with what you earned a help from the woman.

“Count for me.”

“One- thank you.” You smiled over that and smacked her again. “Oh- two… thank you,” Polly moaned and you smirked. God how you loved smacking her ass. “Mhm! Three!”

“And?”

“Thank you,” Polly thanked you again. You looked down between her ass cheeks and saw how excited she got from the spanking. You changed your hands and smacked her again, while with the other hand you were caressing her upper thighs from the back. “Four! T-thank you-“ Polly moaned softly and you looked between her ass cheeks again.

“We like this pretty much, don’t we?” You chuckled when you saw her arousal and Polly whined.

“Please-“

“Just six more darling,” you smirked and smacked her ass again. Polly kept counting for you and yelping. And you knew why. Her ass was blood red.

“Fuck! Five-“

“Shh, that’s a good girl. You’re taking your punishment so well,” you whispered and two fingers of your hand started playing with her entrance. You softly entered your fingers and when a moan was already on Polly’s lips, you smacked her.

“S-six- oh Y/n-“ Polly moaned as you started finger-fucking her. Listening to her wetness you felt your clit throb. She looked amazing like this. Bent over your thighs, with her ass as red as pepper and with your fingers inside of her warmth. “Seven!”

“Just three more darling, you can take it, can’t you?”

“Y-Yes-“

“That’s an amazing girl,” you said and took a break from smacking her ass. You turned her on yourself, so her legs were by your thighs and her naked core was presented to you. Polly grabbed the edge of the desk and climbed up so she was leaning on it with her chest. “Oh baby,” you moaned at the sight and added another finger, stretching Polly out.

“Oh yes!”

You were stretching her out while fingering. Seeing that she was taking deep breaths, you smirked at you success and kept playing the woman.

“Oh my god- fuck-“ Polly was moaning on the table and oh that pretty red ass of hers. Knowing that she probably wouldn’t take any more snacks, you were satisfied by that your spanking made her wet so easily.

Slipping your fingers in and out of her, you were making her squirm on the table. When you hit that special spot, or when you decided to tease her clit a little bit.

“Hush Pol. Be a good girl for me…”

“I’m close Y/n! I’m closer,” she whined out and you noted it to yourself. Decided to fuck her until her body was responding, you kept your fingers in the place.

Polly was clenching around you so hard it was difficult to pull your fingers out almost. When Polly squeezed your hand with her thighs… oh the view you had. And then you pulled your fingers out.

“Fuck no! No, no, no, no! Please!” Polly cried and you, honestly, enjoyed it. Her body was still spasming and you were watching her wet core. When you realized the breath of exhaustion the woman let out, you sat into the armchair more comfortably than before and cleared your throat.

“Over my knees. Again,” you spoke with your voice deep as Polly’s chocolate brown eyes. Polly obeyed you and she laid over your thighs again. You teased her ass a little and then, you leant down. “Another ten for you okay? And then you’re free to go.”

“Y-Yes-“

Polly bent over your thighs, her body shaking from the feelings. When she was laying, you caressed her asscheeks which got a pretty red color and leant down to kiss her. And then another smack came.

“Eight! Holy fuck,” Polly screamed and you continued to make this as fast as you could. “Nine!” And then you brought your hand down to her ass for the last time. Polly moaned softly and you smiled, caressing her cheeks which were blood red now.

“Didn’t you forget something?”

“Ten- t-thank you,” Polly breathed out and then you brushed her lower back.

“You did so well,” you whispered to her and caressed her cheek again. Polly whined softly and then you helped her with getting up. She decided to sit on your thighs and she cuddled you. She needed comfort.

“Do you need anything now?” You asked her and Polly looked up.

“I-“ she started shyly and looked down. You lifted her shin up and then you stroked her thighs.

“Yes?”

“Can we cuddle please?” She asked you and went red in her cheeks. You just cuddled her and didn’t give her a verbal answer. Polly hummed softly and closed her eyes. She was exhausted. You softly smiled at the woman and kissed her into her hair. God she was beautiful.

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tcmusicnyla · 8 months

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dandelionprints · 2 years

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Okay so I just remembered how to do links on my page so I’ve set up a “Masterlist” page! I’m hoping to have my first Tommy imagine posted by tomorrow night but please don’t hold me to that, I’m battling with an old laptop that doesn’t link up to the internet without a cable and the worries that my writings won’t be very good. I just want to make something that I can be proud of!

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omanxl1 · 11 days

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Forever Together ♫ Funky, Disco & Club House Mix ♫ Dave Lee, Dr Packer, Michael Gray, Eric Kupper...

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KEEPER OF MY HEART - THOMAS SHELBY

KEEPER OF MY HEART - CHAPTER 2

Well… I survived.

Actually, more than that. I feel at home already.

I glance over at the clock as the last of the men stumble their way out of the pub. I smile to myself as I hear them singing and laughing with each other, all the way down the street. Happy customers.

I poured the beer. I made sure there were no fights. Nothing was damaged or broken. I made chatted with the men and women, making them laugh as I tried to make sure I left my best impression on them. Incase the Shelby’s wanted to ask around about what people thought of me.

I felt like I had found my feet after only one night, but the relief doesn’t last long.

I know I haven’t gotten the job yet. In fact, the Shelby’s could walk in here right now and thank me for my time before sending me on my way. I try to push the thought of homelessness or having to clean peoples houses for a living out of my mind as I count up the last of the till. This is all I know. This is what I’m good at. I need this job.

I sweep and mop the floors, and wipe down all the surfaces, making sure everything is neat and tidy.

A peace of my heart has fallen in love with the Garrison already.

Earlier in the night, John Shelby and some of the younger Shelby boys and their friends had stopped in for drinks. It was Saturday night after all. The boys were hitting the town. They had their own private room, and I made sure they were tended to like kings. I was fast and discreet, remembering their orders and topping them up with fresh glasses any time they ran out before they even had to ask.

My only reassurance, is when John pulled me aside just before 11pm.

“Zoe, right?” He had asked me, as he joined me behind the bar and started helping me pour beers during a busy rush.

“You’re good at this, you know, like really good” He had smiled at me “Tommy told me to stop by-“

“To make sure I hadn’t burned the place down yet?” I joke, earning a laugh.

“I’m putting in a good word for you, I just want you to know that” he touches my shoulder reassuringly “Maybe it’s that I’m younger, more with the times than the others, but I think you would be good for the place. Bring some life back in here”

I smile at him warmly, turning my attention away from the beers I was pouring to make sure I have him my full presence. Him doing me this favour means more to me than he could imagine. Everything is riding on this. Ever since I gave up my fathers pub, I’ve felt so lost. Just one night at the Garrison and I feel like I’m back in my element. More than needing money, I think I need this job for my sanity.

“So you’re the softie of the Shelby’s huh?” I grin, handing him a beer “That means a lot to me John. Thank you” I add sincerely.

“See you tomorrow then hey” he smiles back, heading back to the others.

I knew from that moment that John and I would be friends. Similar in age. And he had looked out for me when the rest were ready to dismiss me at first glance. He even reminded me of my own brother.

Smiling to myself at the thought of the exchange with John, I head over to the front doors to lock them and close up for the night.

Right as I reach up to close the latch at the top of the door, it suddenly swings open.

And there he is. Thomas Shelby.

I take a few steps backwards, moving out of his way.

Like earlier in the day, he looks me up and down before giving me a firm nod. I guess that was his way of greeting me. So much for “hello”.

He brushes past me, and begins to make a lap around the empty Pub. It takes me a few seconds to realise he’s examining the place. Checking that nothing is out of order. I clasp my hands behind my back, wringing them tightly. I don’t want him to see my nerves.

“The till is balanced, place is clean, everyone is gone and safe and everything is prepped for tomorrow” I inform him, but he barely even notices. Despite my reassurance, he makes his way behind the bar to check that the money is all in order.

“I didn’t steal anything, before you ask” I say, slightly offended that he won’t take my word that I can manage the pub.

He counts the money in silence, and takes one last look around the Pub before finally turning to me.

When his eyes meet mine, they’re just as piercing as they were 12 hours ago when we first met. Something about them makes you stand still, frozen. They are crystal clear blue, but it is still impossible to read him. To know what is about to come out of his mouth.

“Good. You didn’t burn the place down”

Seriously.

Any nerves I had fall away, as I am overcome with frustration. That is all he has to say to me? Is he embarrassed that I proved him wrong?

“Thank you is generally the word that people go with” I retort.

“Thank you” he replies condescendingly, almost mocking me.

I sigh. I expected a lot of things. But I didn’t expect him to literally send me on my way without even giving me a fair chance.

“What’s it going to take?” I ask, exasperated. I’m tired. I’ve just worked all night. I’m beyond entertaining this man any longer “Just tell me what I have to do?”

But he doesn’t speak. Of course he doesn’t. He just studies me. It’s like I can see his brain ticking.

Until I get an idea.

“You know what. Sit down. I’m making you a drink”

“No,” he interrupts her immediately “I have to go and-“

“Come on,” I cut him off, with nothing left to lose “Appease me”

He takes a deep breathing, looking up to the ceiling as if he’s trying to gather patience “Fine. One drink”

I burst into a wide grin, feeling like I have a chance again. With a spring in my step, I make my way around the bar, concocting the same drink I used to make for my father.

When I place it down in front of him, he examines it, a disapproving look on his face.

“Oh come on I didn’t poison it”

“Not funny” he shakes his head, before bringing it to his lips hesitantly.

He takes a sip. And another. And another.

I got him.

He finishes the drink, and I smirk, waiting for him to admit that it was good.

“Okay so you can make a drink” I dismisses me, unimpressed.

This man is something else. I can’t pick him.

“Alright” I shake my head, giving up “Just tell me what you’re thinking”

He pauses “I don’t know if I trust you”

“I’m not asking to run your business” I reassure him “I’m asking to pour beer so I can afford somewhere to live”

“Well I don’t know anything about you” he retorts “I need to know who I’m letting into this family”

“You haven’t asked me anything”

He opens his mouth to reply, but closes it again. He knows I’m right.

“You’ve only jumped to conclusions about me. So go on, what do you want to know? I’m an open book”

He shakes his head, taking less time in between replying now. Like I’ve gotten him fired up and his normally carefully crafted responses are getting hastier.

“I don’t want to know your favourite colour, I want to know that you don’t have ulterior motives” He reveals.

“I do” I reply shortly “Who doesn’t?”

He glares at me.

“I want to live in the country. I want to save my money and buy a place. I want to live comfortably. I want to work and be treated like an equal. This may come as a shock to you, but I have no idea who you are and who your family is. I moved here one week ago. The only jobs going are for nanny’s and maids. I saw the ad. I put my name down because I’m good at this. And I don’t want to clean someone’s house for a living. So there…” I pause, letting my words sink “Not everyone has sinister motives you know”

And for the first time, he’s looking at me like he’s actually listening. Like he doesn’t have anything else to say. I search his face, trying to find some kind of indication. Did I go too far? Did I cross a line?

“And it’s purple” I add, trying to lighten the mood “My favourite colour is purple”

And all of a sudden, he laughs. Okay, maybe it was more of a scoff. But it is the most emotion I’ve seen on his face all day.

He shakes is head at me, like he’s astonished that I won’t give up.

“Lot’s of business goes down here. You do not utter a word of it to anyone” He says seriously, his face turning grave and serious.

“I get paid to listen, not to talk” I nod.

He nods back, and then, he holds a hand out.

Oh my god. He’s offering me the job.

I quickly take his hand, shaking it firmly to try and show confidence.

With that, he heads back towards the doors that he came in.

“See you tomorrow, Boss” I call out to him, unable to contain my excitement.

He looks back at me, shaking his head, but I swear I could see the faintest smile on his hollow cheeks.

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Hey, I’d like to make a Saturday request. Could you write a polly gray x fem reader fluff where y/n is her daughter but polly thought that she had died but several years they reunite and a whole lot of emotions and that if that makes any sense. Thanks

Hello, sure! Enjoy the reading bestie, if you’d like, check out “Coming home” from my masterlist

Characters: Polly Gray x fem!reader

Rundown: you are brought back to your mother after Thomas found out you didn’t die

Warnings: mentions of death, reuniting, etc.

Request status: saturday requests

A/n: y/n’s middle name is Anna

“So… she thinks I am dead?” You asked from your cousin you met few months ago. His name was Thomas Shelby and to be honest, after he told you who he was, you didn’t trust him at all. But after all those days you had spent with him, he made you believe that it was safe to talk to him.

“Yes,” he said without putting a napkin in front of his mouth and you started nodding your head and tried to process the new information you just got. Your mother thought that you were dead.

“You said that I have a brother,” you started another topic, but still stayed at you family. You found it pretty calming since at that moment you were walking on a street and as Thomas described it to you, your mother was supposed to live somewhere at the end of the street.

“Yes you have. His name is Michael Gray,” Thomas explained to you and your heart started beating faster.

“Is he here?”

“Yes, he should be with your mother now.” He answered you simply and then he looked at you, seeing the question in your eyes. “He is seventeen, a year younger than you.”

Taking a deep breath you didn’t even realize that you both stopped in the middle of the path. You looked to the left where the house was. Your mother lived in it. Your mother was in there.

“Can I- can I get some time alone?” You asked from Thomas and he looked at the house. When he pulled out a package of cigarettes, he took out the fourth today and searched for matches. You believed it meant that you could get some time alone and you just looked at the house.

The woman who gave birth to you eighteen years ago was in there. The woman who gave up on you, but Thomas said she had to. You didn’t know what to believe and only way to find out was walking inside of the house and ask her, face to face.

Closing your eyes you tried to calm down. You were about to meet your mother and even tho you thought you were ready for that, your body wasn’t. You took few deep breaths, realizing how your throat got swollen and closed your eyes to deal with it on your own.

Few minutes passed. Thomas pulled out another cigarette and you were thinking about that if he was nervous as well or if it was just some kind of routine for him. When you kept watching him for a little longer, he looked at you. You didn’t want to make him wait more so you nodded your head and took a deep breath, looking at the house. So he would understand.

“Are you sure?”

“I am,” you told him and Thomas put his cigarette down. You took a deep breath as he took the very first step in the direction of the doors and you followed him. Your hands were sweating and you tried to wipe them in your clothes without Thomas noticing.

“Would you like to tell her what happened or should I?” He asked you when he stopped in front of the wooden doors. You stood next to him and closed your eyes.

“I will try,” you said and Thomas nodded his head. You supposed that he would push the doorbell or knock, but he took out a key and unlocked the doors. Surprise appeared in your face when he stepped inside of the house.

“Take off your coat, then we will search for Polly,” he said and you nodded your head, taking your coat off slowly. Your mind was full of questions, of those you had been thinking about since you found out the people who had been taking care of you weren’t your parents. You wanted to ask her why has she left you. You wanted to ask her if she hasn’t loved you and if that was the reason she left you. And when you heard some doors shut, you almost jumped.

“Who is it?” You heard a woman’s voice and warmth spilled in your chest. Somehow, you knew that it was your mother, but you had a need to see her.

“Me Pol,” Thomas spoke up and when no answer came from the woman, he nodded to you as a sign you could walk further inside of the house. You nodded your head and took a slow step forward.

As you walked through the doors which were dividing the hall and the room, your eyes immediately looked around and you were surprised by how did the house look like from inside. In a good way. There were another doors in front of you and you knew that the woman who was your mother was behind them. Thomas walked past you and when he was about to open them, he looked at you.

“Ready?”

“Y-yeah-“ you said and swallowed really hardly. Thomas opened the doors and walked inside, holding them open for you.

“Hey Pol.”

“Thomas,” she just said and nodded her head what you couldn’t see. Thomas looked at you to let you know you could walk inside and you really walked in, taking slow steps.

“I came to introduce you someone.” He said only and you looked inside of the room, finding the woman watching Thomas.

As soon as she realized some movement, her eyes started burning you. She looked at you, at frost she didn’t realize what was happening. You looked her into her eyes and didn’t say anything, you just waited for the realization to hit the woman.

Polly kept watching you. You saw something happening behind her eyes. Her brain was working on two hundred percent and you could almost see the puzzles getting together.

“Thomas?” She looked at him and when he nodded, woman’s hands flew to her mouth and she covered it, tears filling her eyes.

“Polly,” he said, making a dramatic pause with a sigh you hated him for, “This is Y/n Anna Gray. Your daughter,” he said simply and Polly shook her head. Tears started running down her cheeks and she kept shaking her head. For some reason you felt special and at the same time you felt like she didn’t want you.

“I-It can’t be- it can’t be-“

“Here,” Thomas said and pulled out some paper. Your birth certificate. He placed it onto the table besides him and waited. The woman looked aside and as if you weren’t even there, she took the birth certificate into her hands, reading it, while her tears were falling onto the paper.

You stayed quiet until the woman wasn’t finished with the reading. When she just kept watching the paper and didn’t look up, you knew that it was unbelievable for her. That you were standing in the same room she was, after all those years.

Brown eyes looked up and met another pair of brown eyes. The eyelids which seemed to be heavy were wide opened and you saw her pupil twitching from side to side. Tears rolled down her cheeks once more and you gifted the woman with a gentle smile.

“Anna?”

“Yes,” you answered her and waited for her reaction. But what she did wasn’t what you’ve imagined before. She rushed over to Thomas and hugged him. Her eyes were closed and her chin was resting on his shoulder closer to you, so you could see her face.

“Thank you. Thank you so much-“ the woman started sobbing and you looked away. Or seemed to be something really sensitive for her and you didn’t want to join something what you shouldn’t have joined.

“I told you I’ll bring them home,” Thomas said and you realized that the woman, your mother pulled away from him. She looked straight at you and you gulped.

“Oh Anna,” she breathed out and made a careful step towards you. You took a deep breath and when she hugged you, you closed your eyes, feeling everything inside of you shake. “Where have you been? Thomas said you died of Spring fever? What happened?”

“Well-“ you started, swallowing hardly. “Uhm…”

“Should I start?” Thomas asked you and you shook your head. You knew that you were ready to talk about it, you just didn’t know how to begin.

“I was sick. I almost died of the sickness I had and then… someone took care of me. I didn’t know who she was until she didn’t explain everything to me. I thought that every single member of my family has died and then… Thomas found me. And here I am.” You said, not knowing if you should look up at the woman or not.

When you heard a sob, you looked up. The woman was crying as if she couldn’t believe it was really you.

“Would you like me to leave you both alone now?” Thomas asked and Polly looked at you. You knew that the decision landed on you and you nodded your head. You thought it would be better.

As he left the room and you stayed with the woman alone, she offered you to take a seat. You sat down really carefully and caught her watching you.

“Would you like anything? Tea or?”

“Tea would be great,” you told her with a little smile and the woman started immediately preparing the tea.

“So… how did you get here? How did you meet Thomas?”

“I met him some time ago,” you said and earned a look from the woman. “Few weeks. At first he kept visiting us and then he explained to my… to the people I lived with, what happened,” you said and Polly put the cup with tea in front of you.

“Few weeks?”

“Yeah. And then he told me everything about you. That I was taken away from you. And I know that I have a brother too, I was told he is here,” you said carefully and Polly nodded her head.

“Yes, he does the accounting in the company- I mean- I bet this is too many information for you, I can tell you later.” She said and you nodded your head as a sign you understood the woman. “Where are you staying now?” She asked you and you blinked few times.

“Well… I live at Tommy’s,” you said and didn’t know if you caused more pain to the woman than before or not. She nodded her head and kept quiet for a while.

“If you’d like to, you can come over anytime. And if you’ll want to one day, you can come and live with me,” she said and this all seemed to be a little soon for you.

“Sure,” you said only, looking up at your mother you met for the first time today. She seemed to be a really kind person. As kind as the people you had lived with seemed. You smiled a little and then looked away from her.

You were finally with your relative. With your mother. And since that moment it was supposed to be only better and better.

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