#tommy innit x female reader

[siennafrxst]

↳ dare 𖤐𓈒࣪₊˚

pairing: tommy innit x female reader

word count: 0.9k words

cw: swearing, cringe 😍

“Okay.”

And then the blond teenager walks over towards the rollercoaster ride, sliding into a seat. The simple act left Wilbur and Tubbo absolutely dumbfounded. They hadn’t expected him to execute the dare so smoothly—not to mention that he accepted the challenge so nonchalantly as well. But, what had they expected? It was Tommy Innit himself.

Tommy calmly sits down beside a girl around his age, turning to face her and spot her slightly bewildered expressions.

I hope to god that she won’t recognize me.

The woman continues to eye the blond curiously, her dark eyebrows creasing in deep thought.

“I know you from somewhere, don’t I?” She points a finger at him, still trying to figure out who he was.

Shit.

Tommy wears an overly exaggerated expression on his face, scoffing at her accusation. “No, no way. I guess I just have one of those faces, you know?”

Upon hearing his voice, the woman lit up, the gears in her head practically spinning as she finally solves the big mystery.

“You’re Tommy Innit, aren’t you?”

Hesitantly, Tommy sighs heavily in defeat. “Yeah, you got me. I’m that annoying kid who plays Minecraft.”

The woman chuckles softly. “I knew it! My best friend loves you.”

Tommy gives the girl a skeptical look as she emphasizes the word ‘love,’ causing her to shake her head profusely.

“Noo, not in that way… okay maybe in that way but don’t tell her that.”

Tommy chuckles in amusement at the unknown woman’s sly remark. Speaking of unknown, he realized that he still hadn’t gotten her name.

“I like you. What’s your name?”

The woman smiles warmly before responding. “Well, I’m-”

She suddenly cuts herself off when the ride bumpily starts, causing her to yelp in surprise.

“Holy shit it’s starting. We’re all gonna die!” Tommy exclaims dramatically.

“No we’re not don’t jinx it!”

Tommy rolls his eyes. “By the way, your name? We might die before I even get to hear it.”

“Right! It’s Y/N. Call me Y/N- OH MY GODDDDD!”

The rollercoaster made a huge sudden drop, completely petrifying the hell out of both the teenagers.

“HOLY FUCK WE’RE DYING!” Tommy yells at the top of his lungs.

The two teenagers began to deliriously scream at the top of their lungs, disturbing everyone else on the ride and the nearby viewers.

When he thought he had lost his voice, he suddenly felt a harsh grip on his arm, turning to face the source of the squeeze.

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?”

“SUPPRESSING THE FEAR? I DON’T KNOW I THOUGHT THIS WOULD HELP!” Y/N exclaims in argument.

“WELL, CLEARLY, IT DOESN’T. ALSO YOU SQUEEZE REALLY HARSHLY SO PLEASE LET GO.”

She glares at him carefully, hesitating to let go before she ultimately does, breathing calmly in an attempt to relax herself.

That was when the rollercoaster made another drop—this time higher and faster than the last. The two went back to screaming for their lives—arguably even louder this time.

At this point Tommy has never been more terrified for anything in his life. In a desperate move, he reluctantly grabs onto Y/N’s hand, gripping harder more than she ever did.

Y/N whips her head to face the guilty blonde, surprised at his sudden touch. “NOW WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?”

“SHUT UP IT HELPS!” Tommy awkwardly declares, earning an eyeroll from the teenager beside him. That was when he felt her squeeze his hand back, the both of them now put their screaming to a halt, and instead holding each other as though it were their last day on Earth.

After a few more twists and turns, the ride finally slowed down, indicating the end of the bumpy journey. The two were completely breathless, still hand in hand as they took a moment to recollect themselves.

“Oh, thank Christ it’s over,” Y/N says, still panting.

Tommy nods in agreement. “I’m not religious, but—gasp—same.”

She turns to the breathless blonde, who was also gasping for air from all the screaming they had done. “By the way, why did you even take the seat beside mine? There were still other empty seats.”

He sighs dramatically. “Why do you have to ask such hard questions?”

Y/N chuckles softly, creasing her eyebrows at his remark. “Sorry! I didn’t know it was that hard.”

“Yeah yeah whatever, it’s fine, you deserve to know anyway.”

The blond blue-eyed teenager pauses for a brief moment, leaving Y/N more intrigued at what he was about to say.

“It was just because of a stupid dare from Wilbur, it’s—nothing.”

Tommy knew that he shouldn’t have hesitated as it would only make his lie more obvious. The dare part, obviously, wasn’t the lie. But the part about it being nothing, on the other hand…

Y/N raises an eyebrow. “Really? What was the dare?”

Tommy scoffs lightly. “Just wait for the vlog to be uploaded, you impatient bastard.”

She shrugs at his response. “Alright, fine.”

He stares at Y/N, his mind seeming to be preoccupied with unknown thoughts. Their eyes connected in an unexplainable feeling, that singular moment seeming to be lasting for eternity.

After what felt like forever, Tommy awkwardly chuckles, standing up to step up away from the rollercoaster. “It was nice meeting you, Y/N.”

A warm grin forms on Y/N’s face. “May our paths cross again.”

Tommy returns a similar smile before leaving the area, making his way back to Wilbur and Tubbo.

15 minutes ago…

“Alright, Tommy, I got a dare for you.”

Tommy turns to the brunet, raising a curious eyebrow at him. “Oh really? Well then, hit me with your worst.”

Wilbur’s lips curve into a playful smile, clearly looking forward to this. “Alright then. I dare you to…

…go over to the most attractive person on the ride.”

surprise surprise, I’m familiar with the dsmp. well, not really, my friend kinda got me into it (hence the “oh my best friend loves you!” part) but since I know there’s a lot of fans out there I decided to write something up for y’all.

likes and reblogs are vv appreciated. <33

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[griffintail]

The First Day

Summary: Your first day on the server.

Pairing: Wilbur Soot x F! Reader

Next

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: This is a story I was working on in my free time for like the longest time and it's still not finished and it's so long. God knows how many parts this will be. I need a title for this story too. I'll think of one separately and it will have it's own masterlist if people like it. 

SO! Without further ado, here you are because I was bored!

Oh and (Y/U/N) means YOUR USERNAME.

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        Wilbur logged on to the Dream SMP. He didn’t have anything to do there, it was just a place to run around and build for him at the moment.

        He had built his “ball” not far from Tommy’s base, maybe he could build something else…He wasn’t quite sure yet. Just as before, Tommy begged for his attention and chuckled at the boy’s antics quietly. As he was going to find a space to build a new name joined the server.

        (Y/U/N) joined the game

        He frowned. He’s never heard that name before. Someone must have though because Dream didn’t let just anyone on the server. He’d look into them later.

        He was once more about to go to work when there was a new message in chat.

        <(Y/U/N)> There are new people on today. \o/ Hello, Mr. Soot and Mr. Innit.

        He chuckled as he read the message deciding to give them a response, smirking at Tommy’s probably rage.

        <WilburSoot> Hello there! :)

        <(Y/U/N)> May I know your coords?

        <WilburSoot> You may

        He gave the newcomer he coordinates, deciding to stick around the ball as he had as Tommy messaged him with renewed hope. A figure that wasn’t Tommy climbed up to Wilbur. The character was a female skin in a plaid jacket that was open with a plaid shirt and blue jeans to match, wearing a gray beanie on blonde hair.

        <(Y/U/N)> Hi! I’m new and wanted to give you a gift.

        She threw a flower, a poppy specifically, at him and when he picked it up, he noticed it was named.

        From (Y/U/N) to WilburSoot

        <WilburSoot> Why thank you Ms. (Y/U/N).

        <Tommyinnit> WOMAN!?

        <(Y/U/N)> No problem good day!

        <(Y/U/N)> Mr. Innit! May I have your coords?

        <Tommyinnit> No I will not give a woman my coordinates!!

        <(Y/U/N)> :(

        And now was the time to respond to Tommy. Wilbur logged onto the discord and joined Tommy in his call.

        “Wilbur!”

        “Now Tommy, that’s not how you talk to a lady.” Wilbur jokingly scolded him. “Apologize to her.”

        “I am not going to apologize to a woman!”

        “Tommy,” Wilbur warned. “Don’t make me block you.”

        He heard Tommy sigh exasperated and typed in chat.

        <Tommyinnit> I’m sorry

        <(Y/U/N)> :) It’s ok. I wish to give you a gift! Coords pls?

        <WilburSoot> He lives in those fences right across from here

        “Good, thank you, Tommy.”

        “Will you talk to me now?” Tommy asked with a huff.

        “Sure.”

        He first went into his ball as the girl sprinted over to Tommy’s place. He put the flower in a chest before following after her as he listened to Tommy talk.

        “Why the hell did she give me a flower?” Tommy questioned as Wilbur was halfway to Tommy’s.

        <Tommyinnit> Why the hell did you give me a flower?

        <(Y/U/N)> I’m new and I just want to give you a welcome gift!

        <(Y/U/N)> I need to work on my house. Good day, Mr. Soot and Mr. Innit!

        She sprinted away towards the community house. Wilbur stopped next to Tommy as he was holding a red tulip.

        “Wha…What was that?” Tommy asked Wilbur.

        “She told you, now what do you want to do?”

        The new girl had left before Tommy’s stream ended and after Tommy’s stream and he left, Wilbur decided to look up who the new person was. Looking up the name, he got a Twitter, YouTube, and Twitch account. On her Twitch there was a new video streamed today titled “Let’s not be homeless! (DreamSMP)”. She had a decent amount of followers on her Twitch and her YouTube channel, she had half a million subscribers. On her Twitter, there was a picture of a dog with its face pressed against the camera that had taken it. There was a tweet from not long ago with a full picture of the same dog next to a desk.

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        (Y/U/N) @(Y/U/N)

        He wouldn’t leave me alone all stream! I love my good boy but a girl needs her space!

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        Wilbur gave a quiet chuckle before liking the post and giving her a follow. Maybe he’d meet more of her…

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        Wilbur logged into the server once more to work on his project to come with Tommy. There were a few people online, Tubbo, Ponk, and Fundy. He didn’t bother them though, giving greetings back when given before getting to work. As he did, he got a notification from his phone that someone was live and glanced over. (Y/U/N) was live.

        Curious, he pulled up her stream and decided to leave it on in the background.

        “Hello, magical people! We’re going to be jumping back onto the SMP! My house looks so dull and I wanna find wolves.”

        Wilbur caught her accent immediately, American, definitely.

        “What do you mean there’s three people I haven’t met! I don’t have experience chat! Don’t say that!”

        (Y/U/N) joined the game

        “Fudge there’s three people I haven’t met. Firetrucks, uhhhh, I need to give them their flowers but I can’t name them!”

        <(Y/U/N)> Hello new fellows! \o/

        <Tubbo_> Hello! o/

        “I like that one.” She laughed. “He definitely deserves a flower. Oh, Mr. Soot’s online. Maybe he can help…”

        Wilbur looked over to see her typing a message in chat to him and as he looked over, he realized there was no webcam. She must not like to show her face.

        (Y/U/N) whispers to WilburSoot: Hi Mr. Soot! I’m in a predicament. May I ask for some of your EXP levels to name three flowers?

        He chuckled as he typed back to her.

        WilburSoot whispers to (Y/U/N): I have a few I can spare. I’ll be heading over to the ball to meet you. Just bring the anvil and flowers.

        “He’s a lifesaver chat!” She cheered. “We found a good one!”

        He laughed as he made his way over to his ball.

        (Y/U/N) whispers to WilburSoot: You’re a lifesaver! I and the chat thank you!

        She came sprinting over a few moments after he got there and she placed the anvil down and threw to him a dandelion, an orange tulip, and an allium.

        (Y/U/N) whispers to WilburSoot: The dandelion for Tubbo, the tulip for Fundy, and allium for Ponk.

        WilburSoot whispers to (Y/U/N): Ok :)

        He named the flowers the same as she had named his as she took the chance of waiting to read out her subs and donations. As he named the last flower, he saw he had a spare daisy in his inventory. She was giving them flowers; he should give one back.

        To (Y/U/N) From WilburSoot

        He threw all the flowers back over as she was reading a donation.

        “Ah! Flowers! Time to hunt down the people!”

        (Y/U/N) whispers to WilburSoot: Thank you! I owe you one!

        WilburSoot whispers to (Y/U/N): Any time!

        She picked up the anvil before sprinting off into the distance and he went back towards his build.

        <(Y/U/N)> Mr. Tubbo! Hello! I’m new and wish to give you a present!

        <Tubbo_> Thank you!!

        It was a moment before a new message popped up in chat.

        <(Y/U/N)> Hello Mr. Fundy! I have a gift for you!

        <ItsFundy> Ah thank you very much!

        Wilbur found it rather interesting as he watched the chat about how she used titles to talk to others. It was rather formal.

        “What do you mean there’s an extra flower? I only gave Mr. Soot three. Ok, ok, I’ll look.” She told her chat. “I thought I taught you guys better.” He looked over as she looked through her inventory, hovering over the extra flower he had given her. “Oh! He gave me a flower back! No one’s ever given me a flower back! Two years of giving flowers to people on servers and Mr. Soot beats them all!”

        So, this was a regular bit she did. He was surprised though to hear that he was the only one to give her a flower back, blushing lightly at her off-hand compliment.

        <(Y/U/N)> Mr. Soot! Thank you for MY gift! :)

        <WilburSoot> It was no problem. :)

        “Now back on track! To Ponk’s!”

        Wilbur tuned out the in-game chat as he worked, looking towards his phone though when he heard his name.

        “Do I watch Mr. Soot? Well yes, I’ve watched a few of his videos with Jschlatt and I’ve listened to his music video, uh…The Internet Ruined Me! That’s the one.”

        Wilbur blushed lightly once more. She had watched some of his videos and his music?

        “Do you watch anyone else on the server? Yeah, I watch a few of the guys like Sir Dream, George, and Sapnap. I watched one or two videos of Mr. Innit’s and Tubbo’s creation. But I have to be here with you too chat! I don’t have time to watch everyone!”

        Wilbur finished building, about to log off for the day but stopped and opened in-game chat.

        <WilburSoot> Good bye Ms. (Y/U/N)!

        “And he’s saying bye to me! Why didn’t we meet him sooner chat?!”

        <(Y/U/N)> Goodbye Mr. Soot! :)

        “I am not simping chat! I thought I taught all of you better!”

        Wilbur laughed as he turned off the stream. She was certainly a character.

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[crystalcow]

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Dreamwastaken x reader !cc !fame AU

Pronouns: light female pronouns

Warnings: shooting, guns, bullets

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The cameras flashed in my face, bright lights imploding my vision. The sounds of the paparazzi and reporters. “Miss, Miss! How are you feeling about the premiere of your newest upcoming movie?” Freaked people trying to get a quote for their articles and story’s.

You’ll see Twitter headlines and pictures with a million likes on Instagram. “I’m so thrilled! The cast and crew worked so very hard for months, might be my best movie yet.” Fake smiles and rehearsed comments.

“Who are you wearing tonight?” “A new Karl Jacobs designed for this very occasion.” Designer gowns and professionally tailored suits. You see hundreds of reports just on earrings and rings, or the way you styled your hair. “Can we get a picture for the Cosmopolitan?” Flashes and smiles the sounds of critics and fans both ringing in my ears.

The feeling of the red carpet under your shoes rather if they’re stilettos or oxfords. The idea of being there, the center of attention getting what you’ve been wanting since you started in the industry. Love and hate, shame and glory oh where will it ever rest.

That was until I saw your face over next to Nihachu and Tommy Innit, plastering on your best smile answering the thousands of questions they threw at you.

“I was looking for you.” You wrapped one hand around my waist sending me the cheekiest smile. “I’m glad you found me now.” You pressed a kiss to my forehead as dozens of clicks from cameras and press crowded upon us. “When did you two start dating?” “Is it true you were caught with Hannah Rose the other day?” “Can you give us a nice kiss for the paper?”

I started to panic forgetting the responsibility and the reactions of being publicly affectionate. You were my savior that night, ushering the two of us inside the hall. We were handed two glasses of champagne, clicking our glasses together and saying cheers.

Top charts and star labels. Millions of followers and thousands of search reports each day. The overwhelming obliviousness we had that night. The beautiful darkness of the world as we sat with others of stars center front stage they gave out the lovely award for this banquet.

“Let’s give it up for our best on screen couple!” Our names were called as you grabbed my hand forwarding us to the stage. Lights, camera, action, except this time it wasn’t stage play. My whole world corrupted and you ran with me. Shots, bullets were fired corrupting us.

“We have to get away from here.” You held me close as we hid behind one of the tables in the back. Tears started escaping my eyes nothing felt the same. You grabbed my face wiping away the cries continuously telling me it’ll all be alright.

That was until you stepped infront of me taking the bullet through your chest, my savior.. I sobbed holding you close to my chest begging you to please don’t go. “We will meet again somewhere, somewhere far away from here.” Why have we never learned from our mistakes, how will we ever leave this place again.

Police cars and sirens heard from outside as they stormed the building. Paramedics rushing you away, taking you far away from me as I cried into my knees. Yet everything around me screams quiet.

It’s a sign of the times.

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[icarushasfallenfromthestars]

hi!! do u mind if i request? maybe a tommy x reader who’s been struggling recently, with like getting out of bed, doing homework and stuff, and one day she doesn’t respond all day (probably just lying in bed all day or sm) and tommy goes to her house to see what’s up and comforts her and tries to help (even tho he’s lowkey bad at it he can always make u laugh that’s fax) and they kinda have like a ‘self care/help day’ with face masks and movies and unending laughter? thank u so much!!

Oooooo my first writing request! By the way it's written, I assume the reader is a female so that's what is gonna be written! Thanks for requesting!

I accidentally made this a little more dramatic than intended...

I Don't Know What To Do (So I'll Make You Smile) (Plat!Tommyinnit x F!Reader)

He didn't quite understand why you became so... Unmotivated lately. You briefly mentioned that you couldn't drag yourself over to your desk, let alone bring yourself to do the homework your teacher assigned.

Normally he didn't care too much and always said (jokingly) about how you should drop out of school and become a minecraft streamer. He got heavily scolded by Philza for suggesting it though. Normally, though.

Lately he's been taking glances at your report cards when you weren't looking and saw you mostly has C's and D's down the board. You were failing.

At the time, he didn't know how to bring it up or whether or not he should, and asked Philza Minecraft for help on what he should do. Phil explained to him that your mental situation was actually looking pretty bad and he suggested that Tommy go check up on you as soon as possible.

So, like any modern day teen, he texted you way more often than before, anything from asking if you wanted to hang out or stream with him, or sending you some stupid tiktok he found.

At first it was working and Tommy couldn't help but feel proud of himself. But then one day you didn't text him back.

His brain just told him you were busy at that time and left it at that, but then it struck 6pm and he still recieved no response.

A little annoyed by being ignored, Tommy threw on a quick sweater and his shoes before heading to the door. After a quick shout to his mother, explaining that he was heading to your house, he stepped out and walked across the pavement.

Within a few steps, he was standing at your door awkwardly. Normally he would've just burst in with a lame yet some how dramatic greeting to your parents before storming to your room (it happened at least four times a week. They got used to it within the first month.) but now... Something held him back.

Were you okay? Were you ignoring him on purpose? Maybe he was being a bit too dramatic?

Ah. Since when has that ever stopped him?

With a sudden burst of confidence, he grabbed the doorknob and let himself in. Your parents were at work so he made sure to be extra annoying this time, pay back for ignoring him! "I'm breaking into your home!" He yelled dramatically after reaching out and pressing the doorbell a few times to alert his existence even more.

He took his shoes off and made his way to your room, the pathway ingrained into his mind at this point.

When he reached the door, he gave a brief knock (he had manners. Sometimes.) Before turning the knob. "You better be decent for both of our sanity!" He called before finally opening it.

Your room looked... Empty... at first. In the beginning, he thought you weren't home, that is until the blankets began to shift and there was an annoyed groan.

"Soooo dramatiiiiic..." You huffed, unfurling yourself from your cocoon of blankets to glare at him jokingly, but he looked more surprised.

"You look like you got hit with a bus!"

"Well screw you too..."

Tommy snorted before awkwardly sitting on the edge of your bed. "So.. why haven't you been up today? Or... Well.. Passing your classes?"

You were definitely shocked that Tommy noticed, and part of you wanted to joke to ease the tension, but you figured that would make it harder on him. "Well... See... I've been struggling a lot with my mental state and everything just became really stressful, but even then I couldn't do it... And.. Well still can't.."

"Why... Not?" He looked at you in confusion and you just shrugged slightly, running your hand through your bedhead... Which you could see Tommy trying his absolute hardest not to snicker at.

"I don't really feel motivated... I can't even really get out of bed.."

The blond boy gave you an awkward pat on the arm, making you roll your eyes. "Uhhh.. You.. wanna watch a movie? Or... Oh! Maybe we could go egg Wilbur's house while he's off being a simp for Nikki!"

You scoffed and began to laugh into your hand which caused Tommy to greatly relax. "That's hours away, Tommy... We'd never get there before my parents get back. But we can watch a movie?"

"You're no funnnn!" He whined dramatically with a slight hint of a smile before shaking his head, "Go at least brush your hair while I find a movie, it looks like a porcupine got struck by lightening."

You rolled your eyes and slowly began to shuffle out of bed to make your way to the bathroom while Tommy turned on the TV in your room, having been here enough times that he knew how to use it.

When you came back, mostly cleaned up with a sweater thrown over your pajamas, you saw Tommy putting on one of his favourite comedy movies. There was also some snacks he had probably raided your kitchen or secret candy stash for, but you didn't mind. You flopped back down into your bed, while Tommy hit play.

"I never under stand why women always make such a bit deal over pulling those face mask things off of their face!" Tommy gestured to the scene that was playing in the movie. "Also why do they need so many face products? Doesn't water and dish soap do the trick?"

"You do NOT use dish soap on your face!" You gaped at his response to the movie. "And trust me... Those peel masks hurt." You saw Tommy roll his eyes for a moment before you got an idea. "Wanna try?"

The teen looked at you as if you were high on glue, but then he saw the challenging look in your eyes, and everyone knows that Tommy Big Man Innit NEVER backs down from a challenge. Or maybe he knew it would make you happy? "It can't be that bad!"

You knew he was gonna regret that.

You paused the movie while you scrambled to get your skin care products ready. First you made him wash his face, moisturize, etc etc, which he complained about non stop, but you always told him to quit whining or he was admitting to losing against the woman in the movie. He instantly quit complaining, calling the actress and pansy and hell bent determined to prove himself as an alpha male.

You made him put his hair back with a cheap headband you had, which caused his blond locks to practically flare out in every direction. After laughing about it for a minute, you made him sit down so you could paint the mask on.

"Sit still!"

"But it feels weird!"

"Keep quiet or this brush is going up your nose!"

"You wouldn't DARE."

"Wanna bet on it?"

After about five minutes of even more whining, you finally got the masks painted on you both as Tommy decided to take a picture of himself for Twitter to meme about.

Tommyinnit

Women are weird with their face skin care stuff...

While you both waited for the masks to dry, you had some how convinced Tommy to let you paint his nails but ONLY if he could do yours as well. We all know Tommy isn't about that toxic masculinity.

Once it was dry, you could see Tommy scrunching his face repeatedly, most likely not used to the unusual feeling. "Can I take this off now? I'm determined to prove myself better than those actors!"

You bit your lip to hide your grin as you gave a nod. Because yours was also dry, you showed him how to find an edge and how to pull it off.

"Ow! What the hell!?"

You snickered as you watched Tommy begin to yelp in pain as he began to pull the mask off, only able to do tiny tiny little bits at a time before needing a moment to gather himself, eyes watering.

You, being a boss, were already majority of the way done pulling the face mask off causing Tommy's jaw to d r o p. "You're a literal hell spawn! How are you not bawling your eyes out from the pain?!"

"I've done this quite a lot of times honestly. It's not that bad." You lied through your teeth. Honestly it hurt quite a lot, but you were just enjoying seeing Tommy gawk at you before trying to peel the mask off more, only to yelp and whine.

It took twenty minutes, and eventually, he got the product off and stared at his reddened face in the mirror. He decided to take another picture (with permission) for Twitter with you being a smug little shit while his eyes were still watery and his skin still irritated.

Tommyinnit

I respect women even more now...

(Yourusername)

@/tommyinnit Wimp.

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[helplesslyinlovewithcharacters]

Lover - Alfie Solomons x Reader

Summary: One precisely placed word and some not so gentle persuasion from Tommy changes everything. (Modern au) (University au)

Pairing: Alfie Solomons x Female Reader

It was a joke. A mocking comment to make Tommy smirk and Alfie blush.

But he couldn’t stop thinking about it. The implications, the husk she breathed into her voice, the gentle warmth in her eyes.

The scruff he hadn’t committed to shaving hid the worst of the reddened skin. (Y/n)’s eyes lingered, a silent questioning, but flushed skin could be blamed on any number of things: the rum he’d been nursing for the last hour, the crowded pub, the turn of her lips at Tommy’s heavy deadpan.

“C’mon (y/n), there must be someone”

Tommy was insistent. Alfie wished he would drop it.

“Must there? I don’t like this line of questioning, Tommy, you’re digging for something”

He held up his hands in surrender, eyeing his drained pint. “Just the curiosity of a friend. Will you forgive the prying if I buy the next round?”

“Absolutely” (Y/n) slid her empty glass towards him, her eyes catching Alfie’s before he had chance to look away. “Besides, I told you, Alfie is my lover”

Tommy only laughed, already slipping through the crowd with three glasses balanced precariously in his hands. Not quite ready to face her again, Alfie kept his eyes on the other patrons of the pub, unsurprised by the size of the crowd given that it was a Saturday and they were nearing the end of term.

“He’s gonna be fucking ages. Look at that queue–“

“–You’re blushing again” Alfie scoffed, rough nails scratching the nape of his neck. The marred table surface lent itself to distraction, the interlacing rings of condensation drawing his eyes across the table. “Alfie”

“What?”

His voice remained soft, nails now pressing persistently into his palms. Perhaps the carpet was a more viable option, decorated in a ghastly pattern that attempted to conceal the stains inevitable in a student pub.

“Why are you blushing and why aren’t you looking at me?”

So bloody persistent.

“The carpet is very interesting, and I’ve had too much to drink”

Stupid reasoning but he needed to buy himself time, distract her enough to steer her away from the dangerous territory they were hurtling towards.

“That carpet is a health hazard and you’ve had one rum and coke”

“Maybe I’m a lightweight” A brief glance up was enough to send him gasping, her brow furrowed so sternly, prettily.

“I’ve personally witnessed you make your way through an entire liquor cabinet in the space of three hours. You are not a lightweight”

Involuntarily, he smiled, the memory too fond to prompt any other reaction. Carefully, he held her gaze, re-establishing some agency as the softness was forced from his voice.

“Just drop it, yeah”

Her eyes remained light, playful, as she furrowed her brow.

“Just answer the question”

“It was two questions” Alfie reached for a drink that was no longer there, desperate for the distraction. The peeling coaster bore the brunt of his agitation.

“Alfie”

“Leave it” There was no looking at her now. It would give the whole game away. God, he was fucked.

“Please”

Shit. A pry whispered so prettily it sounded like a plea. Alfie would give her his life if she asked for it. Perhaps he already had.

Fuck.

“You can’t call me that, alright.” The words crushed his ribs, threatened an already fragile heart. “You just can’t. It fucks with my head. And it's especially cruel for you, because you fucking know. You’ve always fucking known”

The chatter of the pub attempted to fill the void between them. Alfie had ripped clean through the coaster. He winced, slipping it under a pile of napkins.

“Alfie … I” His palms were clammy and irritated red with half-moons. And Tommy praised him for his nerves of steel. Bullshit. He could almost have laughed.

(Y/n) reached for his hand, eyes concerned. Too late, he tried to retract his hand from the table, but her fingers curled gently around his wrist and Alfie let her hold him in place as she inspected his palm, gentle pressure stretching out his fingers. She hissed through her teeth. Careful, cautious, her fingertips traced across the expanse of his palm.

Alfie shivered. So distracted by her touch, he almost missed her words.  

“I didn’t always know. Tommy hit me over the head with it last week. I was just … testing the waters”

“You were playing with me” Vulnerable, he attempted to snatch his hand back. Away from her warmth. “You’re still playing with me”

It was a weak plea, given that he didn’t try to move any further. Finally, (y/n) caught his gaze.

“Stop it. I’m not playing. I’m scared and I didn’t want to throw myself at you based on Tommy’s word alone. You of all people know what he’s like”

Tired eyes softened with a huff of laughter. It still wasn’t quite enough. Alfie needed more.

“Why now?”

Fingertips paused in their careful exploration. For the first time, he watched sorrow creep into her irises. Regret.  

“Well, before Michael I wanted to ask but–“

“Before Michael?”

Jesus.

“Yeah … you’re not the only one good at harbouring affection” (Y/n) laughed quietly, head shaking in disbelief. Regretfully, she settled back in the booth, slipping from his grasp. “But you never did anything” Alfie winced, eyes drifting closed as he exhaled heavily through worry worn lips. “And then Michael came along and suddenly a year had passed until … well, you know the story”

“He’s an arsehole”

“Precisely”

Their shared laughter eased something in his chest, her reassurances settling heavily, comfortably. Unwilling to let another year pass and another love replace his own, Alfie fought for the confidence he could perform for everyone except her.

“So … harbouring affection, yeah?”

Raising his eyebrows playfully, he allowed the first of many smiles. Gentle, loving, and completely enraptured.

“Oh, piss off” Her laughter was winded. Alfie longed for the rich sound he’d fallen for.

“Just testing the waters, lover”

There it was. Rich and uneven and enthralling.

“You twat”

She retreated into the confines of the booth, but there was an invitation, one Alfie gladly accepted as he leant on the table.

“What? I love it when you call me lover” He winked, delighted in her exasperated smile as she shook her head in a poor attempt to discourage him. “C’mon, humour me. What works for you? Love?”

“You already call me that”

“Yeah, well, harboured affection can only be concealed so much” Shy fingers twisted into his ruffled hair, nerves rising again. Alfie couldn’t stop the game, not now, not when she was looking at him like that. “Honey? Baby? Sweetheart?”

Warmth sparked in her eyes, burning deeper than before. Alfie gulped.

“Sweetheart and love”

“Oh, don’t get greedy now, sweetheart”

Maybe he let his voice simmer a little lower, cockney grow a little more accentuated. Maybe he liked the response it prompted, her teeth sinking into that bottom lip. Unbeaten and too stubborn to be bested, she levelled him with an even grin.

“Alright, lover, any other pet names?”

He should’ve waited longer to say it.

“Alfie”

(Y/n)’s brow puzzled, lips turning with a confused grin. “… that’s your name”

“Yeah, well, I like the way you say it. It's softer than the way Tommy and Ollie say it, innit” A huff of laughter was chocked with affection. Alfie felt his cheeks flush. “What?”

“Kiss me”

He spluttered; gaze suddenly lost in the bloody carpet again.

“What?”

“Kiss me, Solomons”

Pushing onto his elbows, Alfie easily cleared the distance of the narrow table. It was the last centimetre that proved the hardest. (Y/n)’s eyes fluttered shut, her warm breath sending a shudder down his spine. His hand cradled her jaw, thumb brushing her cheekbone. Jesus. Unable to rush himself, Alfie pressed a whisper of a kiss to her lips, wanting and desperate. Enough to prompt her to chase after him, fingers secure in his hair as she held him close, moved with him and stole the breath from his lungs.

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[iamkatehardy]

Unlikely Allies (Tommy Shelby x Reader | Alfie Solomons x Reader)

A/N: First time writing for Peaky Blinders, please have mercy 😂 This will be a multi-chapter work; the chapters won’t be long and won’t be many, though. For those of you who haven’t finish the series, there might be some spoilers in the next chapters, but I had to connect the story to the original plot somehow 😘😘

This is a sort of introduction, in the next chapters I’ll explore more the relationship with Thomas and Alfie.

Let me know what you think! ❤️❤️❤️

Warnings: Violence; Swearing

Chapter 1

1921

You had never thought you’d return to Small Heath, but the good son always comes home. Despite the strong ties between you and the Shelby family, it was purely business that bough you back, at least at first.

It wasn’t the place you once knew anymore, and from what you had heard you probably wouldn’t find the same people you used to know either. Sometimes big changes are inevitable, and you too weren’t the fragile naïve girl who had left the city some years back. New York changed you, your arranged marriage and widowhood changed you, to sum up, the hardness of your life changed you.

Everyone in Birmingham knew the Shelby family, it wouldn’t be hard to find them; all you had to do was ask their whereabouts to whichever living soul in Small Heath, and you did.

Walking to the office where the bookmaking was taking place, you wondered. Would you find the same Tommy you once knew or a complete stranger? Although you knew what the strongest possibility was, you refused to believe he could put your past behind his back and act ruthlessly, just like he did with most people these days.

Entering the building, you came across Polly, the only familiar face you immediately spotted in that place. Hearing your confident steps, her gaze lifted from the papers in her desk to you; putting her cigarette out, she got up, coming closer, and inspecting you with her keen eye. Your features were the same as the little girl she used to sing lullabies to, one that she saw growing and become a fine lady.

“(Y/N)?” – Her face lit up when she recognized the woman standing in front of her. – “My goodness, just look at you!”

“Polly Gray, look at you! It’s like not a single day has gone by since I last saw you!” – You hugged her tightly.

“I’ve heard life has been good to you, so what brings you back to Small Heath , love?”

“Well, it hasn’t been that good…” – Taking a deep breath, you bit your lower lip. – “Business. It was business that brought me here.”

“Come on, back in the day you didn’t need those excuses to see Tommy (Y/N).” – She smirked.

“That was before I left. Look, I’d be lying if I said my heart isn’t racing… It’s still hard to remain indifferent. But I know the Tommy I’m about to meet probably isn’t my Tommy anymore. So I’ll just focus on business.” – Your lips curved into a sincere smile.

“He’ll be here at any minute, you can wait for him in his office” – Taking your hands on hers, she smiled back.

“Thank you, Pol.” – With the same smile you followed her to the office.

You sat down in his chairs, restless; seconds looked like hours in that moment. The sound of the door knob made your heart flutter even more. There he was, Tommy Fucking Shelby, in all his glory. He held his head up high; and not only it highlighted his heavenly features, but also his power and confidence. When he laid his eyes on you, you could swear that for a split second you saw the old Tommy, your Tommy.

“(Y/N).” – He was awestruck when he saw you.

“Tommy…” – You got up, smiling radiantly, not only with your lips, but also with your eyes.

“I wasn’t expecting you.”

He was unreadable now. Was his surprise good or bad? You couldn’t tell the difference anymore, so you just heavily sighed.

Coming closer, he wrapped his arms around you; there, in his arms, it was the only moment Small Heath really felt like home again. Although his words weren’t clear, his eyes were; he didn’t look at you like he used to. It was bold of you to assume he would, after so many years. When reality hit you, you felt your heart breaking into a million pieces, just like shattered glass; but you wouldn’t let it get to you, you were there for business.

“I…” – Tommy noticed your voice cracked, and lifted your chin with his fingers. You offered him a smile and kept on talking. – “I came here because I have a business proposal for you.”

“And what proposal would that be?”

“I’ve heard you’re trying to expand the business. I want to help you with that, but I need a small favor in return.”

Tommy sat down, muffling a laugh and lighting a cigarette.

“Of course you do… You seem to know a lot about my business, but here’s what I know: you married a powerful Italian, so this probably has something to do with Sabini’s club or something like that, right?”

“No. My late husband had a hard time trusting Sicilians, in fact he hated them, and so do I. I put up with them only because of the agreements between families. You can keep Eden’s Club, I couldn’t care less. In fact, I’m glad you’re fucking Sabini, once I can’t do it myself.”

“So, if it’s not about the Sicilians…”

“I’ll go straight to the point, Tommy. I know you smuggle beverages… You do that on a small scale, for pubs…”

“Will you use that information to blackmail me? Is that why you’re here?”

“No. You know about the Prohibition in the US, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do.”

“My family sees that as a great business opportunity… And so could you. I’m here to offer you a fair share in that business, and believe me; we’re talking about a lot of money. Your influence here, our influence there… Your booze, combined with our distribution… We could do something great, I’m sure.”

“You’re insane, that’s all I have to say.”

“And so are you, Thomas Shelby. That’s why I’m here.”

“And that small favor you wanted in return, what would that be?” - He smiled, considering your offer.

“I’ve heard your disputes with Sabini were originated not only by your interests, but also because you have a coalition with a Jewish gangster. A Jewish gangster who owns a fucking distillery. All I’m asking you, is your help   to set up a meeting with him.”

“Alfie Solomons is  a mad dog, (Y/N).”

“Well, then I’ll put him on a leash, and make a deal with him. I don’t intend to go back to New York without your whiskey and Solomons’s rum.”

“If I know you, you won’t give up, will you?” – He rubbed his hands together.

“Never. Set up that meeting and call me.” – You smirked and delivered him a piece of paper, with information on how to contact you.

Some days after, Tommy made contact with you. He reluctantly set a meeting between you and Alfie, and offered to go with you; you simply declined his offer and left, heading to Camden Town. Tommy warned you about Alfie; he was violent, vicious and unpredictable, but you wouldn’t let that stop you.

In the bakery, all eyes were on you. Alfie’s thirsty henchmen weren’t used to have women around, let alone an attractive one like you. When you asked where Alfie’s office was, they couldn’t even tell you without stuttering; your confidence and charm were both appealing and intimidating.

You thought Alfie would be expecting you, so you didn’t even knock. His eyes were glued to paperwork, he didn’t even see you at first, just heard the steps.

“What brings you here must be really important, aye. You danced with the Devil, just for him to set up this meeting … You don’t even fucking bother to knock, mate.” – He pressed his lips together and adjusted his glasses, still lost in paperwork.

“Mr. Solomons, I believe you’ve been misinformed, between me and Mr. Shelby it’s definitely not me who’s dancing with the Devil.. And I didn’t knock because I figured you’d be waiting for me, but it looks like I was wrong, so I’m sorry.”

Hearing a female voice, his eyes darted to you, letting his pen down and the paperwork aside. Tommy told him about a business associate, what he didn’t tell Alfie was that his associate was a woman; and what a woman… You were a sight for his sore eyes. Your smooth hair fell lightly around your face, framing it perfectly, and your soul shined through your fiery eyes.  His gaze immediately dropped to your lips, which seemed so soft, yet able to enslave any man for a lifetime. A million different thoughts crossed his mind in that moment, but he battled all of them; he let suspicion wash over him once again.

“You work for Tommy Shelby, innit? Then you can tell him from me, aye, that if he wants something he must come to face me like a man, instead of sending some missus as his fucking figurehead, a’ight sweetheart?”

“I don’t work for Tommy, and I don’t work for anyone, Mr. Solomons. At most, we can say I work with him. But I didn’t come here to talk about him. I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N), but you can call me simply (Y/N).” – You offered him your hand, hoping he’d shake it, after you sat down.

“I only shake hands to seal good deals, love. I’m sorry.”

“Then I hope we’ll be shaking hands by the end of this meeting.” – You smirked.

You started to explain your plans to Alfie, at least the part of wanting to buy large amounts rum, but not that you’d export him to the US, or he’d want his share. He was mistrustful as always, thinking that was only a trap conceived by Tommy to double-cross him. He was almost convinced, but when he was about to shake your hand, he noticed the ring on your pinky finger; it was adorned by a constellation of precious gems. That was when he went mad and aimed a gun at your head. You kept impassive.

“I thought you were with the gypos, but it’s worse than that! You’re with Sabini, right?  You must have lost your mind to come here on their behalf!”

“Why do you people think all the Italians, or their associates, are birds of a feather?! I despise Sabini as much as you do.”

“Shut up or I swear I’ll blow your brains out.” – He said dryly.

Rolling your eyes, you slid the fabric of your black dress, just enough to reveal the smooth skin of your chest, and a hint of your scarlet underwear.

“Mr. Solomons, If I really was with Sabini and wanted you dead, you’d be fucking dead already, and I wouldn’t bother coming to this bloody shithole for that, aye? I just wanted your rum, and it’s ok if you don’t want to make a deal with me, because I bet I can find much better, anyway. Now, please, if you’re no fucking idea who you’re aiming at, and will actually shoot me, for fuck’s sake, do it once for all. And not in the head, it’s fucking messy, mate. So, please, do it fast and straight through my heart.”

You were gutsy, maybe a little too gutsy, and it really annoyed Alfie, but it amazed him as well. He slammed his hand on the table.

“Just fuck off. NOW. If you don’t, I’m going to fucking shoot you. It would be a shame to kill such a beautiful woman.”

You exhaled angrily, getting up.

“We’ll meet again Alfred Solomons, we’ll meet again.” – You said, pointing your finger at him furiously, before storming out of the bakery.

Tommy didn’t listen to you, you found him waiting for you outside the bakery.

“What are you doing here? I told you not to come…” – Sighing heavily, you pinched the bridge of your nose.

“Are you ok, (Y/N)?” – He said, rubbing your shoulder gently.

“He put a gun in my fucking face! He thinks I’m with the Sicilians or something like that.”

“Did he hurt you?! I’ll kill him, I swear.” – Tommy’s hand nervously slid on his hair.

“No. But how dare he?!” – You weren’t hurt or scared, just furious, as he had never seen before.´

He cupped your cheek on his hands and smiled; proud of the strong woman you had become in all these years he hadn’t been with you.

“Come, love. Let’s forget Alfie now, ok?”

“I won’t. I’ll teach him a lesson he won’t fucking forget.”

Alfie haunted your thoughts for the following weeks, day and night, and you haunted his. Was it about business and revenge, or were you under each other’s spell?

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[buckys-beach]

A Shelby Caught Out With A Solomons   pt.4

PART ONE   PART TWO   PART THREE   PART FOUR

Imagine: Your secret relationship with the infamous London gangster was going extremely well. Well, as good as it could be considering you were a Shelby. But it all comes crashing down once your brothers discover you on your knees in front of him.

Pairing: Alfie Solomons x Shelby!Reader

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: Swearing (obvs) 

A/N: It’s finally here! Hope you all enjoy xx

Alfie Solomons’ stomping footsteps and bellowing voice echoed throughout the murky streets of Small Heath in the early hours of the morning. This man was clearly on a mission, anyone who got in his way could see that, evident when he roughly pushed them out of his path regardless of who it was.

“Fuckin’ hell look at this place Ollie, can’t believe this is where my (Y/N) grew up, it’s a bloody miracle that she didn’t grow fuckin’ pig trotters” Alfie barked at Ollie, who hurried along behind him with a tremendous effort to keep up with his boss.

“Yeah, makes sense now about how she thought he streets of London was like a breath of fresh air” Ollie gasped between breaths, it almost resulted in a small smile slipping onto Alfie’s face, almost. But the man was far too riled up and enraged to even let the thought of his loved one crack his face of thunder.

“Right now you listen to my Ollie, yeah. If what we heard is true about where she is then I don’t give a fuck if they are her family, they will get what they bloody deserve, innit. I want you to go to the police station and do your bit, alright” Alfie ordered Ollie, barley sparing a second to glance at the younger boy.

“Are you sure Alfie, wouldn’t it be best if I’m in there with you?” Ollie interjected. But with that he received only a grunt of a “No” and a glare from the bearded man, signalling him to not question his method.

When the two of them finally got to the house number which they were told that the Shelby’s inhabited their marching stopped, Ollie proceeded to walk ahead after checking his surroundings, off to find you, whilst Alfie continuously banged his fist on the door until he heard someone answer.

“Christ I’m coming alright, stop fucking banging” A female voice shouted, however Alfie’s relentless knocking did not stop, only when the door was swung open to reveal an older woman with dark features did his fist halt in action.

“Who the fuck are you?” She questioned

“Shalom, shalom, you must be Polly, heard a lot about you I have, you’re quite the legend in my house” Alfie’s voice dramatically shouted in greeting to the Aunt you never shut up about.

“You still haven’t answered my question” Polly spat, a glare casting over her features as she assessed whether the man in front of her was a friend or a foe.

“Ah my apologies Mrs Shelby, Alfie Solomons” With a tip of his hat realisation dawned onto Polly’s face, that name was grunted in disgusted in the past few weeks between her family members knowing that he was the man you all but run away to.

“If you’ve hurt her…” Her threats fell onto deaf ears as Alfie lifted his hand to interject as Polly’s worries heightened when she looked around and didn’t see you.

“It’s not me who you should be worried about hurting her, I’d never hurt my family” Alfie revealed, at this Polly’s face softened slightly, “It’s your darling nephew that we should be worried about”

With that Polly ushered him into the warmth of the Shelby kitchen, knowing already that this was not going to be a conversation to have on the doorstep.

As soon as Alfie had sat down onto the wooden seat, Polly situated across from him her questions started again.

“What are you talking about?”

“Look, all that I know is that she got into Tommy’s men car a day ago to do some business for her brother and I haven’t heard from her since” His worry shown through the crease in his forehead and dark circles under his eyes, a clear indication to his lack of sleep.  

Polly took a second to process this information, you could practically see the internal cogs turning in her head. Though before she could question anything else the two of them were interrupted by four men clambering through the door without much grace at all.

Their booming laughter came to an abrupt stop and they all diminished to silence, glaring at the intruder in their kitchen. Arthur, John, Michael and Finn all took a protective stance behind Polly, wearily watching Alfie as if he was about to pounce.

“What the fuck you doin’ here” Arthur mumbled, clear distaste across his features

“Well hello to you too, if this is how you treat family then no fuckin’ wonder why your sister jumped into my bed” Alfie chuckled, partly to himself, although mostly to get a rise out of your brothers, not being able to help himself, he’d always enjoy winding up a Shelby.

“Watch your fucking mouth about our sister” John was quick to threaten on your behalf, without much thought Arthur yanked his cap off, razors gleaming in the light ready to attack.

“Hold him still lads wile I cut off the Jews fucking tongue” The eldest Shelby spat, beginning to stalk towards then man who’d had his sister whoring around.

“Now would you just calm down, he’s here about (Y/N)” Polly scolded them all, especially knocking some sense into Arthur

“Why what’s wrong with her?” Finn worriedly spoke up, Alfie turned to look at him with a faint smile.

“Now my (Y/N) talks about you, young Finn quite a lot, she wants to take you to the fare that happens once a month on our lane” Alfie mused, taking a while to get to the point of his visit due to the lacking of Tommy’s presence.

“Shut up and tell us what you’ve done to our sister” John shouted

“Look mate, I haven’t done nothing to her for Christ sake, she’s going to be my fucking wife, innit” Alfie answered loudly, his patience deteriorating at an alarming rate.  

“What?” Polly gasped, she had no idea you cared for the gangster this much. It was evident that others thought that too due to the shocked looks adorned on all their faces.

“So the fuckin’ question is where my wife is, alright. She is meant to be here with you making amends but Tommy has sent her off on some fuckin’ business trip for him and I haven’t heard a word from her since” Alfie explained, now just desperate for you to return to his arms.

A dumbfounded expression was now plastered over each of their faces, giving away that they truly had no clue where you were. Which changed Alfie’s plan, much to his dismay. He now couldn’t hurt any of them as they had nothing to do with your disappearance.  

“Useless the fuckin’ lot of you!” Alfie shouted, pointing an accusing finger at Polly, “(Y/N) never shuts up about you, how ‘Aunt Pol is the greatest woman on the planet, so strong and caring’ Well, where’s all that care now huh? How could the lot of you just let her get thrown into fuckin’ prison?”

“Watch what you say” Michael quickly defended his mum, lying a hand on her shoulder. Polly’s face shrunk

“What do you mean prison?” Both Polly and Arthur simultaneously asked.

Alfie sighed, realising he gave up the only information he had over them, a sigh left his lips in defeat, another change in his plan.

“Look, all I know is that one of my men on the inside said there was a Solomons in a cell a couple rows down from him. And I was confused at first, right, I mean of course I was because I’ve got no fuckin’ family left, have I? But then it hit me, he meant (Y/N). And I know that woman, she ain’t stupid enough to get herself locked up, so now my only conclusion, the dazzling Thomas Shelby set the whole thing up”

“No no, Tommy wouldn’t do that to (Y/N)” Arthur blindly replied, his confidence in his brother’s actions being his only flaw. However, surprisingly it was Polly who spoke next and not Alfie.

“Wouldn’t he?”

“It’s clear that you lot don’t know anything so I’m not gonna hurt you alright, because you’re her family and she’s the only thing stopping me right now from not killing the bunch of you, but I’m worried, alright, she’s not been well and now being in a dark damp cell surrounded by dangerous people isn’t gonna do her any good” Alfie confessed, seeing the people in front of him now as allies and not enemies. No, the enemy had yet to enter the room.

“What do you mean she’s not been well?” A confused John piped up

“She said it was the stress, innit, been throwing up every bloody morning for the past month and refuses to eat anything but these bloody apples” Alfie smiled at the thought of your gleaming features whenever he revealed that he had brought you your apples.

“Apples?” Polly’s ears suddenly perked up, Alfie grunted a yes in response.

“When was the last time you two had sex?” Her rather bold question sent the rest of the Shelby’s in the room to moan in disgust at the thought, Alfie sent her a questioning gaze but continued to answer her,

“About two days ago” Polly rolled her eyes at this statement, mumbling something about horny men.

“Let me rephrase that then, has she started gaining a bit oh weight?

“She has been complain about it a lot, bloody moans my ear off she does. But I’ve only noticed for tits to be getting bigger” Alfie’s boasting of your assets wasted on the crinkled faces of you family members, but worry quickly took over him. “Why is there something wrong with her?” his heart beginning to beat faster at the thought

“All I know is that (Y/N)’s mother, my sister, craved apples all throughout each of her pregnancies” Polly enlightened the people in the room.

Now at this news a series of expressions littered the faces of your family. Polly seemed to be happy, knowing you’ve always wanted a family of your own. Both Arthur and John wore weary expressions, unsure of how they felt about Alfie filling their sister with his children. Finn seemed to be delighted that he was no longer going to be the youngest. Michael sent an accusing glance at Alfie wondering whether the man had planned this and had some ulterior plan with the family. And Alfie, Alfie didn’t know what the fuck to think.

The thought of you sitting all alone in a dark cell, swamped with men and women who had probably all suffered losses at either the hands of you brothers or by him, all looking for revenge. How not only you were in danger, but your child too. The child that he hoped would resemble you, how adorable it would be to have a mini (Y/N) running around your home. Then he felt anger, rage even that Thomas had put all this in jeopardy.

And at that exact moment, fortunately for Alfie but very much unfortunately for you brother, the famous Thomas Shelby strolled into the kitchen with his head down and a cigarette between with mouth. Before he could even react to the scene in front of him Alfie was off his seat, to his feet and held Thomas by the collar pinned up against the wall.

“Hey what the fuck are you doing here Alfie” Tommy spat, rather stunned at the unexpected visitor. Thomas was a smart man, everyone around him knew this, it was one of his well-known traits. He had thought about all the possibilities that could have gone wrong with his plan, that someone may be waiting for you on the inside, that Sabini may have had other plans for you. But it didn’t once cross his mind what Alfie Solomons would have thought, he presumed Alfie couldn’t care less about what happened to you. But evidently, he was deeply mistaken

“I’d like to know why the fuck my wife is in prison cell don’t I?” Alfie’s knuckles now turning white with anger, spit spraying from his mouth onto Tommy’s alert features

“Wife?” Tommy spluttered

“Is it true?” Finns heartbroken voice disrupted the anger in the room, quickly turning it into betrayal

“Look, it’s just a little business with the Italians...” Tommy began to explain, however promptly shut down by the noise from the others.

“Oh fucking hell” Polly despaired, John and Arthur shaking their heads in disappointment.

“Tommy she’s our little sister” Arthur almost whispered.

At this point Tommy’s heart almost broke, but he was quick to disguise his true emotion with anger, as usual. “She’s the one the one betrayed us alright, not me. And now she’s making up for her mistake by helping the family out. It either this or something worse” His voice cold and emotionless, trying to get his family back onto his side.

Alfie let out a loud booming laugh, “Betrayed you? (Y/N) wouldn’t even think of doing such a thing”

“He’s right” John reluctantly agreed with Alfie, all always now pinned to the middle brother’s reaction

“Well you all have changed you tune” Tommy yelled, those blue eyes piercing at everyone’s souls. He expected everyone to understand that you had to make sacrifices in this business, to do something uncomfortable for the benefit of the family in the long run.

“She’s pregnant Thomas” Polly’s cold tone broke down a wall in his brain. His sister was having a baby and now she was in the most dangerous place to be because of him.

“I didn’t know” He calmly revealed, a stark contrast to how his mind was now racing with scenarios to get you out.

“You and me both, if I had bloody known I’d never let her come visit a brother like you” Alfie ferociously, however his iron like grip on his collar slightly loosing at the pained look on Tommy’s face.

“Alfie I’ll get her out” The blue eyed man tried to barging with your furious lover, wanting to make a right for his wrong.

“Don’t bother mate, don’t trust the none of you now, I’m getting her and my baby far away from you and this fuckin shit hole”

With that final statement he realised your brother from the wall and stormed out of the house, heading directly to the prison, on his way rescue you like a knight in shining armour. The rest of the Shelby’s clambered out of the house after him, desperate now too to keep you safe, but all the whilst casting a cold shoulder on Tommy.

The normal 10 minute walk to the station transformed into what seemed like a marathon, all wishing they’d get to the finish line the first. However, as always when it came to you, Alfie was first in line. The clatter of his cane only pushing him further.

“Oi what are you doing in here” A shrill voice screeched as Alfie slammed open the front doors to the prison, greeted by a plump police officer flapping about. But the police officers shouts quietened when his eyes landed upon the Shelby family following closely behind.

“Oh Mr Shelby, I didn’t think you wanted your sister to be released for a couple more days” The man’s voice quickly turning timid, knowing all too well what a man like Thomas Shelby was capable of doing.

“Alfie, she’s in cell 143” Ollies voice echoed, emerging from the bricked hallway where you were trapped.

With that Alfie was off again, dashing down the narrow corridor to be reunited with the woman he loved.

Your POV

It was always cold in your dimly lit cell, even as you were curled up into a ball in the corner with Edith’s arms wrapped around your trembling figure, you just couldn’t stop shaking.

“It’s the nerves love” She’d often reply, all through the night scolding you that it wasn’t good for the baby, yet you just couldn’t help it.

Suddenly a commotion was heard from the entrance, both of your heads shot up at the new sounds of footsteps marching your way. When you got in yesterday you’d be straight on your feet eager to see what was happening. Yet now, even after a night you couldn’t muster any energy to even stand. So you went for the next best thing, wearily watching out for that smug guard to come point some fun at the Shelby locked up.

The footsteps stopped right outside you cell, and let me tell you one thing, that certainly wasn’t a guard. Standing there was your Alfie.

As your watering up eyes met his boring gaze of worry, relief washed over you like fresh water. You hardly noticed Ollie unlocking the cell, or the fact that the rest of your family was there too. All you could focus on was how the man that held your heart had lifted you hurriedly from the ground and encased you safely into his arms.

“(Y/N)” He let out a sigh of relief into your hair, tears now freely flowing from your eyes. “Hey c’mon now luv, you’re safe with me, you know you’re always safe with me, yeah?” His comfort helping you to calm down by gently caressing any part of your body he could touch.

Polly held out her hand at the surrounding brothers to stop them from taking you out of Alfie’s’ arms, knowing all too well that this was the best place for you and your baby to be right now. Arthur and John’s eyes both held amazement at witnessing of the clear love both you and Alfie shared with each other. Hell, even Tommy could feel his heart warming at the sight of Alfie’s usual rock solid demeanour cracking for you.

“Are you alright now? No one has hurt you or the baby yeah?” He desperately asked, now needing some comfort himself.

“I’m fine Alf, we’re fine. How, how did you know?” You replied looking deeply into your lovers eyes, curious as to know how he knew you were pregnant before you even told him.

“Gypsies” He joked, slightly cracking the tension in the room, causing you to divert your attention to the other figures who stood behind him.

“Pol” You cried out, stepping away from Alfie and wrapping your arms around your Aunt, next a hug from Arthur, then John, Finn awkwardly hugged your side, Michael gave a small nod in your direction, leaving Tommy.

“(Y/N),” He began, but you quickly shut down his apology

“Look Tommy, you did a really shitty thing, really shitty. And you’re bloody lucky me and my baby are alright otherwise I don’t think I’d be able to hold back Alfie’s wrath. But you didn’t know about the baby, and neither did I, so I can kind of understand why you did it I guess. But all that I know is that I want my baby to grow up with all of their uncles loving them” You finished, from the corner of your vision you could see Alfie shaking his head at your early forgiveness, but you knew you were doing the right thing for you family.

“Thank you (Y/N/N), and congratulations” Tommy smiled down at you, wasting no time in brining you into a rare hug between sister and brother.

“Plus” You continued, detaching yourself from Tommy and walking back to your natural position next to Alfie, his arms wrapping around you waist by instinct, “We’ve got a wedding to plan” You beamed at everyone around you, Alfie smiled back at you, both more than ready to take the next steps in your lives together.

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Don’t Give Up on Me Chapter 4

One Month (Chapter 4)

Words: 2.4k (including lyrics) Pairing: Military!Harrison x Female!Reader Summary: The part where Harrison reached the last month of his deployment Warnings: heartbreak, angst, foul language, mentions of death/dying, war

A/N: I’m doing something a bit different for this chapter. You can listen to the song “Say You Won’t Let Go” by James Arthur if you want the full effect (and heartbreak). Lyrics are in italics (as well as some words/phrases for emphasis). This chapter was hard to write, especially since this is one of my biggest fears for my friends and family that are serving overseas. I need a shot hug now.

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“And I can say that I’ve changed, that I’ll keep you safe. I’ll be fine, don’t give up on me, I’ll come around. Lost my faith, made mistakes, kept myself awake” Fireworks by Sleep On It

After Y/N and Harrison made up, things appeared to go back to normal. Harrison went on weekly missions and could only talk to Y/N once a week. While that was hard on both of them, they loved that every time they spoke it was through facetime.

I met you in the dark You lit me up You made me feel as though I was enough

Harrison didn’t realize what time it was when he facetimed Y/N. The ringing of her phone while she was asleep caused her to shift in her bed. Her tired eyes read the screen: Harrison. When Y/N answered the call, she was not thinking about the lack of lighting or anything, just Harrison.

“Y/N, love? Where are you?” Harrison’s voice was filled with concern.

“I was sleeping, babe. What’s up?” Y/N yawned.

“Babe?” Harrison laughed at the new nickname.

“Fu- I’m sorry H. I was in deep sleep…” Y/N turned on the lamp by her bed.

“It’s okay, love. I should let you go back to sleep.” He smiled at the sight of her disheveled hair.

“No, it’s okay. I love talking to you.” She blushed while the corners of her lips tugged upwards.

We danced the night away We drank too much I held your hair back when You were throwing up

“I love talking to you too! Can I tell you about a dream I had the other day?” Harrison shyly asked. 

“Don’t you mean night?” Y/N tried to correct him.

“I do mean day.” He corrected her.

“Well, get on with it!” She eagerly wanted him to share the dream with her. 

“You better not laugh…” He quickly shifted his gaze off screen.

“Haz, you know I won’t unless it’s actually funny.” She reassured him, hoping that was that was sufficient for him to share.

“Okay, well…” 

Harrison began to describe his dream. He had made it back home, and as he walked through the door of his room, Y/N was there sitting on his bed reading “Catch-22.” She hadn’t noticed that he was standing there until he cleared his throat. Y/N looked up from her book, jumped off his bed, and ran to him. Harrison dropped his bags and welcomed the embrace from the woman he loved. He described how tightly she hugged him, and when they pulled away, Harrison paused his storytelling.

Then you smiled over your shoulder For a minute, I was stone-cold sober I pulled you closer to my chest

“What happened?” Y/N inquired excitedly. 

“I don’t know if I should tell you…” Harrison’s hand reaches for the back of his neck. 

“C’mon Haz! What happened next?” She pleaded at the image of her best friend. 

“Well, we, uh, we kissed. Er, I guess, I kissed you.” He continued with his nervous tic of rubbing the back of his neck.

“Haz…” She said his name softer than she intended.

“I know that I shouldn’t have told you. I’m sor-” He quickly tried to apologize. 

“No, Haz! I think it’s really sweet.” Her lips curved upwards as her cheeks tinted. 

And you asked me to stay over I said, I already told ya I think that you should get some rest

Harrison and Y/N continued to talk, mostly about how they felt about each other. As they began to express the feelings that they have held onto for so long. It felt as though a weight as heavy as tons of stone was lifted from their shoulders. They felt a release from the invisible force constricting their lungs and were finally able to take in air once again. It was as though the miles between them were nonexistent and it was just them. 

“Go back to sleep, love.” He told her kindly. 

“Okay. I love you, Harrison.” She smiled after a small yawn. 

“I love you too, Y/N. I’ll talk to you in a week.” He said before ending the call. 

I knew I loved you then But you'd never know ‘Cause I played it cool When I was scared of letting go

Y/N met up with Leslie to study for a biology exam that they were both dreading. They both decided to put off this one general education course because they both weren’t necessarily that great with science, but they couldn’t put it off any longer. As Y/N walked into her favorite coffee shop, she spotted Leslie in the back corner with her biology textbook open and three empty mugs that presumably held coffee.

“Hey Lely! How’s it going?” Y/N asked while setting her things down.

“Fine, everything’s fine! Nothing’s wrong! No ma’am, nothing at all.” Leslie quickly replied in a jittery tone, and Y/N could almost see her shaking from the caffeine coursing through her veins.

“Do I need to cut you off from coffee?” Y/N laughed at her friend’s behavior she had never seen before.

“Would you please? I can’t do this anymore Y/N!” Leslie grabbed Y/N’s right arm and eyes got wider.

“Leslie, take a deep breath. Do I need to distract you for a bit?” Y/N’s eyes filled with concern as she watched her friend start to spiral.

“Yes please…” Leslie replied as she slowly released her grip on Y/N’s arm.

“Well, Harrison called last night…” Y/N began to explain to her anxious friend.

As she told Leslie what had been said between her and Harrison, Y/N could visibly see her friend relax and light up at the way she was telling her friend of a possible relationship brewing. Leslie knew that things between her friend and Harrison would progress, but her biggest hope was that he made it home alive.

I know I needed you But I never showed But I wanna stay with you Until we're grey and old Just say you won't let go Just say you won't let go

Tom invited Y/N over to his flat to play catch-up with “Love Island” as the last few episodes we’re going to air that week. Y/N opted to take a walk to Tom’s flat as it was a gorgeous day out. She took in the sunlight that warmed her skin. She loved hearing the birds singing and the light cool breeze that blew. She was in a delighted state, and nothing could bring her down. She reached her friend’s flat and lightly knocked on the door. She could hear him say that he was coming and she was excited to see her friend. 

“Hey Y/N!” Tom said as he opened the door to his flat. 

“Hey Tommy!” Y/N said as she hugged her dear friend. 

“Are you ready to catch up?” He asked as he pulled away from the embrace. 

“Of course! I haven’t kept up just for you!” Hearing her say that she did something for him caused his heart to beat faster. 

“You didn’t have to, love.” Tom’s cheeks lightly tinted with the smile tugging at his lips. 

“Of course I had to! It wouldn’t be fair!” She replied as Tom stepped to the side so she could walk in. 

“Is that Harrison’s shirt?” He asked Y/N after noticing the fit of the shirt on her frame. 

“Yeah, it’s one of the ones he gave me before he left for deployment.” She answered while looking down at the simple grey tee she was wearing.

“Oh, well you look beautiful.” He shyly smiled. 

I’ll wake you up with some breakfast in bed I'll bring you coffee With a kiss on your head

“Thanks Tommy!” Y/N nervously bit her bottom lip, and the sound of the nickname leaving her lips made Tom’s heart soar.

“You always look beautiful, Y/N…” He confessed as he felt the heat raging in his cheeks.

“You really think so?” She genuinely asked.

“Of course, love. I’d never lie about your beauty.” He quickly confessed.

“I’ve always questioned that, and even more so now…” Y/N looked away as she nervously bit her bottom lip again.

“Why is that?” Tom was thoroughly confused at her statement.

“Because of Harrison… I think we’re going to start dating when he gets back.” Her cheeks tinted while his heart broke.

“Oh… well, I’m glad for you both!” He tried to conceal his pain with a smile but didn’t succeed, and she didn’t notice.

There wasn’t much conversation after that. Tom sat on one end of the couch while Y/N sat at the other end. Y/N felt comfortable, but this was the first time he felt uncomfortable in his own flat. He knew he had to talk it out with his brothers.

And I'll take the kids to school Wave them goodbye And I'll thank my lucky stars for that night

Shortly after Y/N left Tom’s flat, Sam and Harry were knocking on his door. He opened the door but didn’t actually greet them. This concerned the twins, but Sam all the more. Sam recognized Tom’s pining for someone he couldn’t have, yet Tom never mentioned anything about his feelings to either of them. They each grabbed a beer and made their way over to the couch.

“What’s wrong, mate?” Harry was the first to break the silence.

“Nothing, just need people around me right now.” Tom replied before taking a drink.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Harry leaned forward to rest his forearms on his knees. 

Tom looked at his brother with anger lacing through his features while Harry sat back to physically show he was leaving that topic behind.

“I’ve never seen you so gutted about a girl before.” Sam finally spoke.

“Who said my mood was about a girl?” Tom’s reply made the atmosphere in the room tense.

“Tom, you’re my brother. I notice these things about you.” Sam said softly, knowing he could calm his older brother.

“This is about Y/N, innit?” Harry chimed in.

“Yeah, and when Haz comes back, they’re going to date…” Tom looked at the half empty bottle in his hand.

“Have you told her how you feel?” Sam inquired, but already anticipating a specific answer.

“It wouldn’t matter. She’s in love with him, and I won’t destroy my best mate’s happiness.” Sam and Harry knew that Tom would never get in between his best mate and his happiness, especially with the possibility of his death hanging over his head.

All throughout the evening into the late hours of the night, the three Holland boys talked about the shattering heart that seemed as though it would never mend. While Sam and Harry stopped after their fourth beer, Tom didn’t stop. He sobbed over the girl that he longed for, but knew it was the girl his best mate needed. He promised himself that neither Y/N or Harrison would know about his feelings for a girl that before he never would have thought twice about.

When you looked over your shoulder For a minute, I forget that I'm older I wanna dance with you right now, oh

It was one month before Harrison’s deployment ended. The weeks leading up to this final month were spent planning. Y/N and Harrison discussed walks in the park, lunches and dinners at various restaurants in London (and even some abroad), movies they would watch together, going to rugby games, and even agreed to baking. Nothing could bring down the high that they both were on. They both counted down the days until Harrison was back home, and the excitement that ran through their veins kept them going every day. Harrison received his orders for his next mission, and while he wished that he could tell Y/N what he was doing, all he could say was that he would be back. He believed that he would always make it back.

And you look as beautiful as ever And I swear that everyday you'll get better You make me feel this way somehow

While Harrison was out in the field on a mission, he saw things that he couldn’t have imagined. He saw death first hand, but he never imagined that it would be the members of his unit. Harrison said his “I love you” to Y/N just before heading out on his next mission.

“I’ll be back in a week, love.” Harrison reminded Y/N once again. 

“Be safe. I love you!” Y/N sweetly smiled.

“I will. I love you too, darling!” Harrison hung up and walked over to his fellow corpsmen.

I'm so in love with you And I hope you know Darling, your love is more Than worth its weight in gold We've come so far, my dear Look how we've grown

“’Bout time you join us Osterfield!” Marshall bellowed in the Humvee.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, Marshall!” Harrison replied settling in his seat near the back next to his fellow corpsman.

“Couldn’t tell by the sounds of ‘I love you too, darling!’” Marshall teased.

“You’re just pissed because you don’t have a lady.” Harrison quipped. 

“So, it’s official?! Mah man!!!” Marshall heartily patted Haz’s back. 

“No, not yet. I plan on doing that when I get ho-” Harrison couldn’t get the last word out.

And I wanna stay with you Until we're grey and old Just say you won't let go Just say you won't let go 

The Humvee hit an IED. The contents of the Humvee and its passengers were sent hurtling up into the sky and back onto the ground. The scene was bloody, and it would have been a miracle if anyone survived the blast. One second Harrison had been talking to a lad he was slowly considering one of his best mates. The next, they both were strewn all over the sand with blood dripping out of their orifices.

I wanna live with you Even when we're ghosts ‘Cause you were always there for me When I needed you most

Harrison could only hear a ringing in his ears and slowly opened his eyes to see the horror before him. Marshall’s limp body lay a few feet away from him and was missing his right arm and lower half of his body. Harrison attempted to look at his own body, but there was so much blood. Whether it was his own blood or not, he couldn’t tell. His mind went straight to Y/N. I don’t want to go. I’m not ready to go. I love you, Y/N. I love you. He exhaled, and everything went black. 

I'm gonna love you 'til My lungs give out…

Just say you won’t let go Just say you won't let go

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For Fun - Alfie Solomons x Reader

Summary: (Y/n) wants to dance. Maybe Alfie agrees because of the half empty bottle of rum in his hand or maybe because he’s right on the edge of falling in love. (Continuation of Lover - Modern AU, College AU)

Pairing: Alfie Solomons x Female Reader

A/N: I have no excuse this time. If anyone’s interested, they’re dancing to ‘Katata’ by Bamily but you can imagine it as whatever song you personally want to dance to with Alfie 

“Dance with me”

Alfie didn’t know why she persisted, Tommy had been firmly rooted next to the drinks table all night and there was no chance of him moving. Especially not when Ollie presented him an unopened bottle of gin.

“No”

“Tommy, please” (Y/n) bounced on the balls of her feet, all attempts to draw Tommy’s attention failing. Alfie wasn’t quite sure how he resisted – she looked good. Better than good. Hair tousled from earlier dancing and smile just slightly blurred by the alcohol loosening her limps. Christ.

“No”

When those pleasing eyes turned in his direction, Alfie forgot to breathe.

“Alfie?”

God, she said his name so prettily. Rough nails scratched at the nape of his neck, checks infused pink. Only just capable of shaking his head, Alfie watched his refusal spark something in her eyes.

“Please”

“(Y/n/n) –” The nickname still felt like a privilege. Alfie prayed she wouldn’t retract it.

“– C’mon, Alfie, please” She swayed into his space. He wondered how his fingers would look curled around the arch of her hip. “This is my favourite song”

“You said that about the last song” (Y/n) laughed, her breath warming the delicate skin of his neck.

“Yeah, well, I mean it this time. C’mon, one dance and then I’ll leave you alone” He prayed that she never did.

“Go on mate, take one for the team” Alfie hated how much Tommy’s eyes saw, hated Tommy even more as he shoved his shoulder, nudging him straight into (y/n), cautious hands finding steady ground on her hips.

“C’mon then love” Her eyes shone, warm hands settling over his as she walked them backwards into the crowd of their classmates. Falling into the rhythm of the song, (y/n) moved against him, hands on his shoulder, eyes drifting closed.

Dear god, he was fucked.

Unthinking, Alfie tugged her closer, delighting in the soft press of her body against his. Breathing in the building beat, Alfie grinned, recognising the song from various car journeys with (y/n) and Tommy.

“Is this really your favourite?” Head tipped towards her ear, he wondered if he could get drunk off the closeness. A smile warmed her eyes as she began to shout along to the lyrics, pulling laughter from deep in his chest.

“I have a lot of favourites”

“That’s not now it works, love” (Y/n) rolled her eyes, arm curling over his shoulder as she used her other hand to brush her hair away from her face. In that moment, any onlooker could have known just how he felt, eyes wide and lips parted in a desperate attempt to breathe. Alfie prayed Tommy was distracted.

Slowly, the song settled, gradually coming to a close before the intro of the next song began to play.

Alfie could have whined when (y/n) stepped back.

“There, you’ve served your time. You’re free” He almost laughed at the irony. “Another drink?”

Not quite ready to speak, Alfie nodded, forcing himself not to trail behind her. Friends didn’t walk pressed together. Friends didn’t breathe into each other’s space. Friends kept a foot or two behind, focused on other elements of the house party beyond their best friend’s closest friend.

Tommy was already pouring her a drink, and if his smile way anything to go by, he was mocking her while he did.

“More rum?” Ollie shook a half empty bottle in his direction. Alfie thanked him with a nod.

“God, I don’t know how you drink that stuff”

Alfie grinned, taking a sip and enjoying the gentle burn. “Rum’s for fun and fuckin’ innit”

Her surprised bark of laughter warmed him more than the rum.

“If you say so, Alfie” (Y/n) turned away but he could still see the sharp edge of her smile, the crease of her eyes. Call it liquid courage, but Alfie was delighted, chest puffed out with content pride.

“Now, you have my word on that, love”

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