tommyshelbyswh0re

[tommyshelbyswh0re]

the forgotten daughter- Tommy Shelby

summary- tommy sent his daughter away because she was a burden he wasn’t ready for. she went 12 years without seeing him once, what happens when she gets an invitation to his wedding?

trigger warning- talks of abuse, neglect, rape, violence, illness.

angst

dad!tommy shelby x daughter!reader

you were 6 when you were sent away to a girls school in manchester. your father, thomas shelby, had told you that ‘he couldn’t be a father’ and that he was ‘too busy to be burdened with a child’. you were now 18 and hadn’t seen your family since. the last time you had received a letter from your father was when you were 17 and it was to inform you about the birth of his son, charles shelby.

you were enraged. it was unfair that he saw charles as a blessing and you as a burden. that he could step up to be a father then but not 17 years ago. you had practically raised yourself for the last 12 years. every birthday you stole a cupcake from the canteen at the school and sung yourself happy birthday. every christmas you receive pitying looks from the nuns because you were one of the only children to stay in the four walls of your dormitory whilst all the other girls spent time with their families.

you had just finished your last year and was lucky enough to get a job straight out of straight out of school which allowed you to buy yourself a small flat. you sent a letter to your father to let him know that you were safe and you gave him your address although you never knew whether he received the letter because he never wrote back. until a week ago when he sent you a wedding invitation.

deciding to attend was the easiest decision. you knew you wanted to see him one last time before you ultimately cut all communication and moved on, knowing that there was no point in hoping he would acknowledge you as his daughter. you were however grateful that he paid for your education, even if he did abandon you for 12 years.

you used your savings to buy a new dress before getting the train to birmingham and paying for a taxi to the church. as you stood outside the venue you pondered on whether this was a good idea, but you knew you had to do this in order to accept that you were alone in this world. you sat at the back with your head down for the entirety of the ceremony. you didn’t even put your head up to see the bride. as selfish as it sounded, you didn’t care for the wedding and you did not care about their happiness.

when the ceremony was finished, you stood outside of the church with a cigarette in your hand whilst your ‘family’ took photos. next to you, a gentleman was doing the same thing. he was also glaring at the family and you wondered what his issue was.

“what did they do to you?” you scoffed.

“huh?” he raised his brow

“if looks could kill, they’d be slaughtered by now” you joked.

“i just don’t like the groom” he shrugged.

“me neither” you agreed. “y/n” you reached your hand out to shake his.

“alfie” he reciprocated. “so why don’t you like him?” he asked.

“im his daughter” you nonchalantly replied.

“never new tom had a daughter”

“yeah he seems to forget aswell” you shrugged.

“what’s that supposed to mean?” he asked.

“it means he shipped me away for 12 years whilst he fucked off and had a family” you smiled. “fancy giving me a lift to this reception?” you linked his arm.

“absolutely. i think we will get along just fine” he grunted. and you smiled at him.

you both walked to his car and he held the door open for you. “didn’t take you for a gentleman” you bantered.

“is it the cockney accent that gave you that impression?” he wondered. which made you laugh.

“i suppose so” you climbed into the passenger seat and he climbed into the drivers. he started the car and drove towards what you were guessing was your fathers house, not that you’d ever been there.

“so tell me about the relationship with your father y/n” he delved straight in.

“wow you waste no time” you scoffed. “well he impregnated my mother, she died during childbirth, he lazily raised me for 6 years before telling me he couldn’t be a father and shipped me off to boarding school in manchester for 12 years and didn’t visit me once” you shrugged. it didn’t bother you anymore. you have accepted that even though he’s your dad, he’s never really been your father. he never tucked you into bed and read you a bedtime story, he never looked after you when you were ill, he never threatened your first date when he came to the door, he never took you for your first alcoholic drink and he will never walk you down the aisle at your wedding. and even though sometimes you just really need your father to tell you everything is going to be ok, you have been alone for 12 years and managed. you can go the rest of your life.

“oh. daddy issues then?” he tried to banter which made you laugh.

“you could say so yes” you replied.

“so if he’s such a shit dad why did you come to the wedding?” he pondered.

“i need closure. after this we will never ever speak again. all form of communication will be cut off.” you said with confidence.

“fair enough” alfie replied. he felt bad for the girl. she had never had a parent in her life. she had been neglected. and he could tell that even though she gave off the impression that she wasn’t bothered by it, he knew she was hurt deep down. so he left it at that.

for the rest of the drive you spoke about all sorts. your job, where you live, his job and where he lives. it was nice. and when your ‘fathers’ house came into view, you were in shock.

“are you fucking kidding me?” you whispered under your breathe. you don’t know why it was the house that made your heart drop, but it was a reminder that you were unwanted. that your father had abandoned you and started a new family that he lived with and looked after in the ridiculously large fucking house. and then came the lump in your throat.

“you ok?” alfie asked. he could tell that she was not.

you took a deep breath. “yes” you nodded and got out of the car. all the guests started showing up at the same time. you waited for alfie to get out of the car before you went in. he linked arms with you and you both walked in.

the first thing you saw was a stair case with large portraits of the family of three. it made you laugh.

“arrogant arseholes” you whispered to alfie which made him laugh. and it was then that you really looked at them. there was a portrait of what you’re guessing is your father, his new wife and his child. that was the first time you saw mrs grace shelby and charles shelby. and as bad as it sounds, you resented them. you resented grace for not encouraging your father to get to know you which sounds stupid and irrational but you couldn’t help it. you knew logically that it’s not your fault that the relationship between you and your father was none existent. it was his. and you resented charles for having the father you needed and wanted. that was supposed to be you. and again it’s irrational because he’s a child and it’s not his fault but you just felt so angry. so you looked away.

a waiter passed by with a tray of champagne and took a flute and chugged it. this concerned alfie. he didn’t want you to get drunk and say something to your ‘family’ that you would later regret.

“go easy” he sternly told you.

you glared at him.

from the other side of the room, john and arthur had noticed you.

“who is that linking arms with alfie?” arthur asked john.

“i think it might be y/n” john squinted.

“y/n y/n, as in tommy daughter y/n?” arthur responded.

“yeah, kind of looks like ‘er” john smiled.

“well why the fuck has she got her arm around alfie soloman’s” arthur said angrily.

“i don’t know, he’s like 15 years older than her” john looked confused. before tommy came up behind them. “need you in the kitchen now” tommy demanded.

“did you know y/n is here?” john asked him.

“who?” tommy asked

“your daughter, y/n” said arthur.

“what? where?” tommy looked around before he saw you.

“why the fuck is she linking alfie, and why is she downing champagne? she’s a child” tommy asked.

“that’s what we were wondering. and tommy she’s not a child, she’s like 18 now isn’t she?” john asked.

just as tommy hummed, he made eye contact with you and it was you who looked away as soon as it happened. he truly saw you for the first time in 12 years. you were a woman now. he couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you were. you looked like the spitting image of your mother with your y/e/c coloured eyes and your soft y/h/c coloured hair. and all of a sudden he had a wave of guilt come over him. he knew he’d been a shitty father towards you, but he never really thought about it until that moment. he felt like shit and so he did what he does best and walked away.

on the other side of the room, you had just made eye contact with your father for the first time in 12 years. you had seen him in the papers so you knew he hadn’t really changed. but making eye contact felt so awkward for you. this was the man whose dna you shared and yet you felt no father-daughter connection with him. you just felt hurt. and so you chugged another flute of champagne. to which alfie’s concern grew even more.

the announcement was made that there was food in the other room as they asked everyone to move there.

you and alfie made your way to the table. you sat next to eachother. you looked around and saw your great aunt pol sat opposite you.

“is that you y/n?” she smiled.

“hello” you suddenly felt shy.

“hello darling” she replied. sat next to her was ada.

“how have you been y/n?” she asked.

“good, i graduated school”

“oh brilliant, do you work?” pol asked

“yes, i have a secretary job working at a factory and i’m a barmaid on the weekends”

“why two jobs?” ada asked

“moneys tight, have to be able to pay the bills on my flat”

“tom doesn’t give you money?” she responded

“why would he?” you asked.

“because you’re his daughter” ada said to which you shrugged. this conversation made pol and ada sad. they realised they truly knew nothing about you and your life. they also knew that tommy hadn’t been the best to you, but again, it didn’t dawn on them how neglectful they had also been.

“you recently turned 18 didn’t you?” pol asked.

“yes”

“did you do anything for your birthday?” she asked.

“not really. just went to work, went to the bakery on the way back home and bought a cupcake and went to bed” you shrugged. that was your routine of 12 years.

“you didn’t celebrate with friends?” they asked

“don’t have any” your shrugged.

“what about school friends?”

“well they all knew eachother because their parents were friends so they would see eachother outside of school” and this made pol and ada feel even worse, you truly were alone.

“well i’m sorry we didn’t come and see you, we were just so busy preparing the wedding” ada smiled.

“it’s ok, i didn’t expect anyone to”

arthur got up from his seat to do the best man speech.

“hello everyone, before you eat i just want to say a few words as best man. my brother tommy met grace in 1919, obviously at that point we didn’t know she was a spy from the parish” at this, you looked up to the top of the table for the first time to see arthur and john for the first time, and then you looked towards your dad. he had an uncomfortable face on him, obviously not expected arthur to bring such a thing up in his speech.

you chugged another flute of champagne. and now, alfie, pol and ada all grew concern for you.

“-anyway, enough about that. these two were destined for eachother. if tom can forgive her for it then it shows how much he loves her. tom doesn’t really love anyone besides grace and charles” and at this, your father looked in your direction to see you chugging another flute of champagne. your 4th in the space of an hour. his eyebrow raised.

“-they are the perfect family. tommy, grace and charles. when grace was pregnant with charles you should have seen tommy. constantly talking about how this is all he’s ever wanted. he was bouncing of the walls” a lump formed in your throat. because he already had a child. you.

ada and pol looked in your direction to see your head facing down and you picking at your nails. a nervous habit you have.

“when charles was born, you couldn’t get the smile off tommys face for weeks. it’s obvious he loves his little family. it didn’t take long for tommy to finally start taking days off work for once to take grace and charles on days out. i remember the first time tommy took a week off to take charles away in the caravan.”

you could feel your heart beat speeding up and tears forming in your eyes. and you sneakily tried to wipe them away. but alfie noticed. and he placed his hand on your shoulder and squeezed it.

“i remember the dark circles under his eyes when charles had a cold and wouldn’t settle and tommy had been up with him all night”

your dad looked in your direction to see you wiping a tear off you face and put your head up. and he saw the disappointment in your eyes. and he was disappointed in himself. he knew then that he hadn’t been a father towards you. he can’t remember a single night where he stayed up with you as a child and helped settle you. it was mostly ada and pol who raised you for them 6 years.

“grace. we love you, you came into tommys life and made it better. you gave him something to live for, a child” at this you stood up and walked out of the room. at this it dawned on all the family what had happened. arthur hadn’t realised how big he was fucking up until your shoes clacked against the floor as you speed walked out of the room. “shit” tom whispered. grace looked very confused as to what was happening. alfie stood up and went after you.

he found you sat on a step with your head in your hands. he quietly sat next to you and out his hand on your back and rubbed it. neither of you said anything and you just sat there and cried for the first time in 4 years.

a minute later, tommy came out. alfie glared at him. “go away mate” he whispered gesturing to you crying.

“i want to speak to my daughter privately” tommy demanded.

“haven’t you done enough. why now?” alfie asked him as he got up of the step.

“please” tommy pleaded. he looked desperate.

“don’t say anything stupid” alfie warned as he walked back into the other room. tommy sat next to you. you still had your face in your hands and he could just hear you sniffling. it broke his heart.

“im sorry y/n i know i haven’t been the best father” you scoffed.

“you’ve not been a father at all” you muffled from behind your hands.

“i know” he nodded.

“i haven’t been there for you at all. especially in the last 12 years. but i want to start” he tried to put his hand on your shoulder but you shrugged it off. and pulled your face away from you hands.

“it’s too late. i’ve managed on my own for 12 years i can do it for the rest of my life” you turned to him.

“everyone needs someone y/n, trust me. i didn’t know it until i met grace” he sincerely said.

“maybe. but i’m fine without you in my life.”

“you don’t mean that” tommy shook his head.

“i really do. i have my own flat, a job and food in my cupboards. i don’t need you. i will never forgive you. you abandoned me for years. you neglected me. i spent twelve years in the same institute. christmas’s and half terms included. i was stuck in a building with people who would hit, kick and spit on me whenever i did the slightest thing wrong. i spent my 18th birthday being brutally raped by 3 men on my way home from the fucking bakery. i had to nurse myself back to health whenever i was ill. you weren’t there. you don’t need to be here now.” you shouted.

“y/n i- i don’t even know what to say. i overheard you talking to pol and you never mentioned that that’s what happened” you shook your head.

“its not really dinner talk is it.”

“i swear i will hunt those men down and make them hurt” he had a determined look on his face.

“too late. it’s already happened. they’ve already told me that if i tell anyone they’ll come after me” you shrugged.

“they won’t touch you, i’ll protect you”

“for how long? two weeks before you decide i’m too much of a burden again” you shook your head.

“you remember that?” he asked

“what? you telling me that i’m a burden? you don’t just forget your parent telling you that. sticks with you”

“i am so sorry y/n”

“yeah well i’ll get over it. coming to this wedding was a fucking mistake.” you sighed

“why did you come?” he asked.

“i wanted to see my family one last time before i cut all communication. not that any of yous care”

“come with me y/n” he got up and gestured for me to follow.

“why?” you questioned

“just come with me” he started walking so you followed.

you came to a stop infront of a door. he opened it and gestured for you to come inside.

you entered and quickly realised this was his office. “why are we in here?”

he walked towards his desk and grabbed a picture that was stood on it and held it out to you. it was a picture taken on your graduation. you looked up at him confused

“i had your school send a copy to me. i always asked for updates on how you were doing at school. i have every school report in my draw. i always cared about you. i was just terrible at showing it. and i always thought it was too late to try and be your father so i avoided you. which was wrong. but seeing you today reminded me that i don’t want to have regrets in life. i don’t want to be an old man on my death bed and wondering where my own daughter is. i know i cant expect you to just accepted me as your father. but i would really like you to come over for dinner one day. and meet grace and charles properly?” he asked.

“i don’t know. i don’t feel like they would want me here” you shook your head. with tears still rolling down your face.

“trust me, they do. grace has wanted to meet you for years. she was the one who encouraged me to invite you to the wedding. she really wanted family here. and you are family y/n. i know you feel wronged by all of us, and i understand why. but i want to make it better. please, give me a chance” he pleaded.

“okay.”

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[tommyshelbyswh0re]

In our hearts forever- tommy shelby

summary- mrs shelby has a cough which turns out to be a lot worse than they thought.

warnings-angst, death, talks of the afterlife, grieve, not edited or proofread coz i’m lazy, just really sad tbh

psa- i know absolutely nothing about medicine or illnesses. i googled most of this so it definitely isn’t historically accurate.

it started with a sore throat on a random thursday afternoon. she thought that tea with honey would help. and it did. it soothed her aching throat for a couple of minutes before she again found it hard to swallow or speak. she passed it off as a winter cold.

by 10pm, tommy had returned home to find his wife in their bedroom asleep. he thought it was odd because his wife was always a night owl. there was multiple occasions where he snuck downstairs with a revolver in his hand in the middle of the night because he heard clashing of pans in the kitchen only to find her humming a tune and baking treats. he adored her for it. he loved going to work with a lemon muffin in his briefcase because his wife knew he barely consumed anything other than cigarettes and irish whisky. “thomas i don’t know how you don’t faint mid-day when there’s nothing in your stomach” she would roll her eyes at him.

he shook her awake out of concern. “sweetheart, are you ok?” he asked. “im fine” she mumbled in her half-asleep daze before she had all but a coughing fit. thomas didn’t know what to do. ofcourse he had seen his wife sick but he did not have a good feeling about this. “water” she heaved out whilst trying to reach for her glass of water on the bedside cabinet. he quickly passed it to her and helped her sit up. “i think i’m getting ill” she whined.

“oh really? do you think?” he sarcastically chuckled. this caused her to giggle which furthermore caused her to return to her coughing fit. once she had stopped she pressed a kiss to her husbands knuckles before attempting to go back to sleep.

thought the night she kept awakening with her coughing fits. this kept tommy up and he knew that he would take the next day off work to help his wife get better.

“thomas you don’t have to, i’ll be fine” she told him the next morning once she knew of his plans to stay home.

“no, as of today i am at your beck and call. whatever you need, let me know” he kissed her forehead.

a couple of hours later he heard her coughing again. this time it sounded a lot worse than before so he ran upstairs to check on her. he was not prepared for what he saw. he saw his wife sweating buckets whilst shivering. her teeth her chattering with a trace of red and it was then that he knew she was coughing up blood. that and the droplets of blood on the bed sheets from where she had struggled to pull herself up. his first instinct was to panic. he knew that this wasn’t just a cold from the cold winter weather. he grabbed her a glass of water and mentioned something about ringing the physician. his wife couldn’t tell though because she was focusing on trying not to dry heave.

thomas ran downstairs to the phone to ring the doctor who came straight to the home. once the doctor knocked on the door, tommy immediately let him in.

“you called mr shelby?” the doctor asked. “yes, my wife, she’s not well. she’s had a sore throat and cough since yesterday and today it has gotten worse. she’s shivering and sweating at the same time” thomas spoke with panic wavering his voice as he lead the doctor up the staircase and in to their spare bedroom. “sweetheart the doctor is here, he has come to check over you” he said after entering.

“okay” she whimpered.

the doctors pressed a stethoscope to mrs shelby chest and ask her to breath in. as she did so, a loud wheeze escaped causing both tommy and the doctor to furrow their brows. the doctor looked concerned which in turn panicked thomas even more.

“rest now mrs shelby. mr shelby, may i speak with you outside?” the doctor whispered the last part to thomas to which he responded with an immediate nod of his head and lead the doctor out into the hallway.

“it seems mrs shelby has signs of spanish influenza. as of right now, there is no cure of this illness. i’m afraid she doesn’t have long left” the doctor patted tommy’s arm.

“i don’t believe you. there has to be something?” thomas was getting angry. he had already seen his first love gretta die from this and assumed by now there would be some kind of medication.

“im afraid not. the fatality rate of this disease is 100%. she will not survive this. spend as much time with her as you possibly can” and with that, the doctor let himself out.

thomas stood in the hallway for what felt like hours, but was really 10 minutes. his brain tried to process this devastating news. how can his y/n be taken away. she had done nothing in her life to deserve this. she was good. she had a kind soul. she had dedicated her life to selflessness and helping others in time of need and now there was nothing to help her. thomas didn’t understand it at all. he had murdered, inflicted pain, lied to get his own way and used people and yet he was still healthy. he could breathe without feeling like his lungs would collapse and he could speak at full volume without having to take breaks to finish a small sentence. his y/n was happy and healthy less than 3 days ago. and now she would be taken away from him and this world far before he ever imagined. he had ultimately decided not to tell y/n that this could be her last day on earth. he didn’t want her to know that she would never see him again.

he walked back into the bedroom and sat at her bed side. he took her hand in his and kissed her knuckles. with his other hand, he stroked her hair and accidentally grazed her forehead, realising how hot it was. he stood up, walked to the adjoining toilet and placed a towel under the cool water. he came back and gently placed it on her forehead making her smile in her sleep.

“im going downstairs love. i’m going to update pol on what the doctor says. i’ll be back in 10 minutes, don’t go anywhere.” he meant that in the sense of dying. don’t die y/n. not whilst im not here. you don’t deserve to leave this earth without love surrounding you.

“where would i go?” y/n whispered jokingly with her eyes closed, still not aware of her diagnosis.

“places love, places” tommy smiled sadly.

he practically ran down stairs and rang polly.

“hello, polly speaking” she answered the phone.

“pol it’s tommy. y/n’s not well. it’s bad. the doctor came and said it’s spanish influenza and there’s nothing they can do. she’s going to die. please come, she needs you” he hurriedly spoke through the phone.

“what are you talking about thomas?” she hastily asked, panic setting in her bones.

“my wife is fucking dying. you need to come” he nearly shouted down the phone.

“we are on our way” pol’s voice cracked.

“please hurry, i don’t know how much time we have with her” he sobbed and out the phone down.

he walked back up the stairs to find y/n’s fingers turning blue. she was still shivering.

“im back love” he whispered

“i knew you would be” she used some of her remaining energy to pat the bed next to her and invite him to lay with her.

“you need to rest” he denied.

“please thomas? i know i haven’t got long left i can feel it. i want out last conversation to be with my head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat so i know you’ll be okay. i want to die in the arms of my lover.” her voice cracked and tommy’s eyes watered.

“okay” he whispered back and he slowly walked towards the bed and layed down gently in hopes to not cause her any more pain.

she struggled but eventually snuggled into his arms and spoke up.

“i love you thomas. you know that. you’ve always known that just as i know you have always loved me. i don’t want you to lose faith in this world. there is not a reason for everything and sometimes thing just happen. i know i didn’t do anything to deserve this and you need to know that this is not the world getting back at you for the mistakes you have made either. we fell inlove when i was twelve and you were thirteen and it doesn’t end here. my love for you shines thomas. so whenever you feel hopeless, look into the sky and the brightest star represent me and my love looking down at you and encouraging you. you can do whatever you put your mind to. everything you want in life can be yours if you set your sights on it. we weren’t blessed with children but you are going to be an amazing father one day. with another woman-“

“no. your my last love. i never want to feel another woman’s love because it wouldn’t even compare to the feeling of yours” he shook his head. there were tears falling down both of your faces.

“im not telling you to go out and be a ladies man” she chuckled. “but don’t run away if it finds you. i want you to move on with the right woman. i want you to have a home and a family. don’t sacrifice the quality of your life because i’m not here anymore. live it for both of us. we will meet again thomas. when and where the idea of death is in the past and we don’t have to worry about ever loosing one another again. i’ll wait for you to return to me and i’ll welcome you with open arms. i’ll scope the afterlife out and set us up with an eternity of love. don’t forget thomas, i’m always watching and encouraging you. and certainly don’t forget that i love you, always have and always will.” her voice weakened as she spoke and her energy was going fast.

“i love you my dearest y/n. i’ll never forget you. i’ll live for us both and every achievement i receive is ours. everything i do is in your memory. you are the love of my life. i don’t know what i’m going to do without you.” he sobbed.

she used the last piece of her energy to lift her hand to his face “you will be ok.” and with that and a murmured last ‘i’ll wait for you’ her hand dropped and so did her chest. she was gone, and with that, so was a chunk of tommy’s heart.

—

when polly arrived to see that y/n was already gone her heart broke. not only for y/n but for tommy. their love was a type of love you read about in books and she knew tommy would be lost without his y/n.

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maybe i’m just not enough part 2- Tommy Shelby

warnings- abit of angst.

summary- it been a year since thomas broke your heart and he shows up at your door.

part 1

It had been a year since tommy left you and kicked you out. you had moved to manchester and you became a business woman. you were proud of yourself. if someone had told you 14 months ago that you would be a single, independent woman running your own successful business selling machine parts, you would have laughed in their face. up until a few years ago you knew next to nothing about machine parts but you suppose you had tommy to thank for learning. that was the only thing you would consider thanking him for.

moving to manchester was the best thing you could have done. you had made numerous friends, met multiple business partners and enjoyed your fair share of men. in fact, you had one of your men over who was just about to leave. key word is ‘was’ because just as he was putting his shirt on, someone knocked on your door.

“can you get that for me? i’m still very naked” you laughed.

“on it” he said whilst buttoning his shirt and walking downstairs.

he opened the door and you heard a very familiar voice coming from the other side. you felt like you couldn’t breathe.

“is there a y/n y/l/n living here?” none other than thomas fucking shelby asked.

“what the fuck? what the fuck?” you whispered trying to tie your silk robe. you looked in the mirror and realised that the post-sex look was very obvious.

oh fuck it. he’s the one who fucked someone whilst we were together, not me. i can sleep with who i want. you thought.

you slowly made your way downstairs until you made it to the front door.

“what the fuck are you doing here?” you bluntly asked him.

“y/n can we talk?” he asked.

“no”

“please. all you have to do is listen” he asked.

“im just gonna head out” your man of the hour said to you kissing you on the cheek and heading upstairs to get his things.

“please leave” you asked tommy calmly.

“can you just listen? it will take two minutes” he near enough begged. as he finished his sentence, your man ran down the stairs and squeezed past tommy to leave.

“what, grace fucked off and now you want to talk to me?” you scoffed.

“can you just let me in?”he deadplanned.

“no”

“okay well can you at least hear me out and then i’ll leave i promise”

“tommy i wouldn’t trust your promises even if we did get married” you laughed in his face.

“listen. i’m genuinely sorry for sleeping with another woman whilst you were at home planning our wedding. i thought i loved her. as soon as it became an official relationship with her i realised the version of her i wanted was a completely made up fucking person in my head. i missed you. waking up without you there, coming home to you singing in the kitchen whilst baking something which was going to end up burnt. not having you keeping me company by simply just sitting in my office so i wouldn’t go insane by reading words on a page for 10 hours straight. not having you moan at me for not eating, tortured me. not having you with me tortured me. if i could go back and burn that fucking letter, i would. I miss you.” he blurted.

“but you can’t go back. life doesn’t work like that. the letter was delivered days before you went to london which meant you had time to change your mind and you didn’t. you were certain you wanted to sleep with her. you fucking kicked me out tommy. i have my life back. i have friends, i have a business i’m happy thomas. do you want to fuck that up for me?” you asked him. you were stern. you were not going back to play housewife with a man you treated you like you were nothing. no fucking way.

“no ofcourse not. i just want you to come home. you have friends at home.” he sighed out.

“i am home. this is my home. i have made it my home” you desperately pleaded with him.

“this isn’t your home. this isn’t you. sleeping with men you don’t know” he looked at you in disgust.

“how fucking dare you? you don’t know anything about me now. your the one who slept with another woman whilst i was sat at home worrying about if you would like my fucking wedding dress. or if you would cry when i walked down the aisle. you don’t get to call me a whore. when i met you, i though i had found the person i was going to spend the rest of my life with. you chose grace. i’m all pieced back together now. you do not get to come to my home and ridicule me about how i chose to repair what you broke” you raised your voice. you chose to pull him into you home after that in fear that your neighbours would stare at you through their windows.

“y/n i didn’t mean it like that” he shook his head.

“yeah you seem to do a lot of things that you regret” you scoffed. you walked into your kitchen knowing that he would follow you. you poured rum into a glass and handed to him as he sat at the kitchen table.

“i don’t-“ he started.

“just drink the fucking rum thomas” you said sternly.

“where grace then? did you kick her out aswell?” you asked.

“she moved out months ago. and before you ask it was on her own accord. ‘said it was clear i was having second thoughts and that she was going back to america”

“well at least she was smart enough to get out” you smiled fakely and to which he sighed.

“look i know you hate me but is there anyway we can fix this?” he said very candidly.

“no. no theres not” your eyes welled up.

“can you just think about it?” he asked

“think about what? what do you want from me thomas?” you deflated.

“coming back to birmingham” he asked you.

“i’d say yes but we both know i wouldn’t. and i’m not about be a liar as well as a whore like you” you laughed.

he started laughing with you which surprised you.

“this is fucked. can we atleast be friends?” he asked.

“we can be business partners” you proposed.

“i’ll take what i can get” he shook your hand.

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“whatever you want”

heatbreak high- dusty x reader (female)

summary- you and dusty hooked up a year ago and he ignored you after, the past comes back when the incest map is revealed.

warning- SMUT SMUT SMUT 18+

what the fuck. how do they know all of this.

y/n - blowjob to spider

- handjob to ant

-shagged dusty

for one, you had never ever touched spencer. never. you wouldn’t even dream of it. and ant? well that was sort of true but it literally lasted all of 10 seconds.

however, you did shag dusty. about a year ago and afterwards he was a dick to you so yous haven’t really spoken since.

“you shagged y/n?” spider shouted to dusty causing you to turn round and glare at him. you see, you were a very private person and mainly stuck to yourself. you didn’t have drama with anybody you just liked your own company.

“shut up spider. your just jealous because i wouldn’t piss on you if you were on fire” you snapped. spencer had tried to sleep with you in the past but you were having none of it.

“oh really? because according to this map we got very close” he had such a smug look on his face.

“piss off spencer” you held your middle finger up at him.

after that there was a whole assembly about the events. you had later found out that it was infact amerie who made the map. honestly, you couldn’t give a fuck. so what? we’ve all had sex with eachother oh well. you were then told you all had to join a programme called SLTs. it was to teach you about respecting eachother and yourselves. you just sighed and put your head down.

the next day after school was the cemetery party. you went with darren, amerie and quinni and got separated pretty fast. you were to busy searching through the cooler of alcohol to realise dusty had snook up behind you.

“we’ve ran out of tequila if that’s what your looking for” he said, making you jump.

“shit” you placed your hand over your heart. “don’t sneak up in me like that” you looked his way before resuming your search.

“can we talk?” dusty asked.

“about what?” you asked.

“a year ago”

“what about it?” you played dumb.

“cmon y/n you know what i’m talking about”

“oh when you took my virginity and then freaked out on me and avoided me like the plague” he looked down guiltily.

“yeah” he cringed. “about that, look i’m sorry. i was an asshole but i didn’t know what to say when you told me you were a virgin afterwards. i thought you’d get clingy because it meant something to you”

“well if you thought it meant something to me you shouldn’t have avoided me and made me think i did something wrong. and by the way, it didn’t. i wasn’t expecting you to commit to me jesus christ” you rolled your eyes.

“look you did nothing wrong okay? it was good i just didn’t know what to do in that situation and panicked” he said looking you in the eye whilst grabbing your hand. all of a sudden someone warned everyone that police were heading your way so yous both ran. after you got over the gate, he grabbed your hand and started to pull you with him.

“where a we going?” you asked.

“my house” he said simply. he was still walking at a fast pace.

“why?”

“to carry on this conversation” he looked back.

—

you had gotten to his house and was sat on his bed. “i’ve not been here since that night” you smiled.

“it’s not changed much?” he asked for your opinion.

you stood up and started walking round his room looking at things. “i wouldn’t notice. didn’t really get a tour last time.” you joked. you felt his appearance behind you and turned around to look at him.

“i really am sorry y/n. before that night we were friends and i messed that up aswell” he shook his head.

“dusty, don’t worry about it. i’m over it” you smiled at him.

“okay” he took slow steps forwards until your back was against the desk in his room. he place his hand on either side of you on the desk so you were trapped.

“what are you doing?” you questioned whilst your heart was beating through your chest.

“a do-over” he smirked and leant in, nudging your nose with his. after a couple of seconds of him do that, you got frustrated and smashed your lips against his. you wrapped your arms around his neck and he resting his on your waist. your tongues were wrestling for dominance and eventually he won. you pushed your hands against his shoulders to push backwards towards his bed, once he was sat in the edge of his bed, you straddled his lap. breaking the kiss, he gripped the back of your hair to pull your head back and instantly peppered kissed along your neck making you moan.

his hands grasped your ass. you broke his kisses on your neck you life up your shirt. you didn’t wear a bra. “fuck” he whispered staring at your boobs. you lifted his face with your hands and kissed him again whilst simultaneously unbuttoning his shirt.

once his shirt was unbuttoned you kissed down his chest until you were on your knees in front of him. “can i?” you said looking into his eyes to which he nodded very quickly. you unzipped his fly and reached into his underwear pulling out his hard dick. you licked your way up the vein on the underside of his dick that went from the bottom all the way to the head. once you got to the head, you swirled your tongue around it and wrapped your lips around the top, using your hand to work the rest. “fuck. i need more y/n” he moaned. you spat on his cock and gradually took more into your mouth until you gagged. you then rocked your head up and down his dick. he eventually got sick of your agonising pace and held your head whilst he mouth fucked you. this made you gag multiple times but you pulled through. you could feel he was about to come so you tapped his hand in order to let him know to stop.

once he did, you stood up taking off your pants and underwear . he stood up aswell and turned you so your back was facing the bed and he was infront of you. he pushed you down and climbed on top on top of you with one of his legs inbetween yours. he kissed you and and grinded his now bare leg up and down your pussy. you moaned aloud. “fuck dusty” you whispered in between kissed. he turned you around and kissed down your spine. he pulled you onto your knees so you were in doggy. he kissed your ass cheeks individually and then licked a stripe from your clit to your asshole and dipped two fingers into your dripping wet cunt. “wow” you whispered. “you like that?” he asked you bending down to your ear. you moaned in response. he curved his fingers which made him continuously hit your g-spot. you scream out. “fuck fuck fuck” you moaned. he sped up. “im gonna cum” you warned him. “come on y/n” he encouraged and you released all over him. “jesus christ” you whimpered.

“we aren’t done yet” he smirked. he lined himself up with your entrance and slowly pushed in causing you to sigh. “shit” he moaned. “so fucking wet” he said under his breath but you heard it. you arched your back and put your arms forward to grip his pillows and he gradually fucked you harder and faster. he leant forward and gripped your wrists behind your back. “dusty” you moaned his name multiple times. all you could hear was your skin connecting as you started to push backwards to meet his thrusts. “you feel so fucking good y/n” he lifted a hand off your wrists and slapped your ass. “im going to cum again” you warned him. “let go y/n” and you did. but you weren’t expecting to squirt. “oh my fucking god” you screamed in relief. he then pulled out pumping his cock a few times and came on your ass. “fucking hell” he whispered in disbelief.

he let go of your wrists allowing you to fall forward so you were face down completely flat on the bed. he collapsed at the side of you and looked at you worriedly when he saw your face in the crook of your elbow.

“hey are you alright?” he asked with concern laced in his tone.

you held up a finger asif to tell him one minute. “let me just lay here for a sec” you laughed causing him to laugh with you.

“i did not think you were a squirter” he rubbed his hand up and down your back.

“neither did i” you finally looked at him. “that’s never happened before” you told him.

“well hopefully i can do that to you again?” he asked.

“you can do anything you want to me after that” you smiled.

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maybe i am just not enough- Thomas Shelby

based of the song ‘I’m not the only one’ by sam smith.

summary- you’re engaged to tommy but he still has unfinished business with grace.

warnings- vvvvv angsty. grace

you and tommy have been together for a few years. you live in a beautiful home and everything you ask for, you get. on paper, it seems like you are living the dream however, in reality, everything feels so empty. you met tommy just after grace left for america after they had found out she was a spy. you had just moved to small heath and had seen an ad for a job as a secretary at his betting shop. at first, he was extremely stand offish. you couldn’t seem to do anything without receiving suspicious looks or strange questions. you didn’t understand it until another secretary there had told you all about grace. eventually, he seemed to dial down the glares abit and it lead to small conversations here and there. this lead to longer conversations in restaurants and eventually a proposal. in the beginning of your official relationship, there was no doubt in your mind that tommy loved you. he showed it in any way a man like him could. however, after a year of being together he started to distance himself. it was impossible to understand what was going through your fiancés mind. one day, you walked into his office without knocking and found him staring at an envelope.

“hello sweetheart. what’s this?” you asked him, curiosity deep in your tone.

“a letter” he shrugged.

“well yes i can see that. but why are you staring at it like the second you open it you’ll set on fire” you chuckled.

“because it’s my past. the past is no longer my concern”

“well read it tomorrow, i have a surprise for tonight” you smiled sitting in his lap.

“yeah? and what’s that?” he asked with a smirk.

“i am going to cook us some food, and then you’ll see. so get your arse up and let’s go” you pulled him up by his arms and started dragging him out of his office.

—

the distance only seemed to get more as the days went on. it was 1 week until you’re wedding and you wanted to make sure he really wanted this before you and him were officially married.

“tommy?” you asked him from the couch in his office.

“what?” he grunted

“why are you being so distant?” you decided to just bite the bullet.

“not now y/n” he shook you off and went back to his work.

“i just need to know. the wedding is in a week” you reminded him.

“y/n. i said not now” he warned.

“well then when are we going to have this conversation?” you really needed an answer.

“never” he sharply replied before getting up to get a glass of whiskey.

“thomas” you warned.

“y/n” he deadplanned.

“im not marrying a man that won’t communicate”

“then don’t.” he shot his whiskey back. this made you gasp.

“are you being serious?”

“y/n if you don’t want to marry me then don’t” he looked you in the eye.

“im not the one doubting the wedding, you are” you answered back.

“what the fuck made you think that aye?”

“YOU thomas. you’ve barely looked at me this past week never mind have a conversation with me” you could feel tears welling up but you were not about to cry infront of him. “do you really want to marry me thomas? no riddles, no changing the subject, be honest” you asked him.

“ofcourse i do y/n. it’s just been a stressful week that’s all” his eyes softened and he walked round his deck to give me a hug.

“are you sure? now is your only chance to get out of it without having your suits set on fire” you warned him.

he laughed at that. “im positive” he kissed you. “by the way, i’m heading off to ada’s in london for the evening tomorrow” he told you.

“okay but be safe. can’t be a widow before i’m even married” you hugged him.

—-

it was the day of your wedding and you were anxiously waiting for polly to help you get your dress on.

“oh there you are. thought i had been stood up” you laughed trying to joke.

“y/n sit down” she said with a straight face and sympathetic eyes.

“okay” your furrowed your brows in confusion. “polly what’s going on?”

“we can’t find tommy” she blurted out.

“what do you mean you can’t find tommy? is he okay? i told him not to do any business last night before i left. did something happen?” you asked with concern laced in your voice.

“no it’s uhm- it’s nothing like that. john rang me. he told me that they were having a whiskey before they set off here when tommy just stormed out. they assumed he’d be here but he’s not showed up” she rushed out.

“well you need to send people to find him. god knows what’s happened to him.” you said with your eyes watering.

“we will y/n i promise we will. for now go home and wait for the phone. we will ring you if we find anything” she pulled you in for a hug and kissed your forehead.

—

you were sat at home worried out of your mind. you kept staring at the phone as if it would randomly start ringing. it must of worked because the 147th time you stared, it finally rang. you ran to the phone almost slipping about 6 times.

“hello. what’s happening?” you said out of breath.

“y/n”

“oh thomas thank god. are you alright?”

“i couldn’t do it y/n”

“do what?” you asked.

“marry you.” he whispered. you’re heart split in two.

“that’s okay. we can get married another time i know things have been stress-“

“no y/n. i cant marry YOU.” he sternly said.

“tommy can you just come home and we can talk about it?”you asked him, hoping that whatever you say in person was enough to change his mind.

“yes.”

—

after half an hour of pacing and crying, he walking through the front door. you went to go and hug him but he held his hand in front of him. “don’t y/n. because in about 15 minutes your going to hate me. you’re not even going to be able to look at me” he said shakily, walking towards his office and gesturing you to follow him.

once you were in his office he sat on the couch and you followed suit.

“tommy what’s going on?” you asked him with tears in your eyes.

“i slept with grace” he whispered. you felt like your whole world stopped spinning.

“i love her. she loves me-“

“stop”

“i want to marry her-“

“tommy stop” you warned.

“i couldn’t imagine a life without her-“

“THOMAS STOP JUST STOP” you screamed.

it went dead silent for 3 minutes whilst you were trying to process the information. you felt numb.

“i fucking knew it” you turned to look at him.

“i told you to tell me the truth. i practically begged for the truth. you told me you wanted this” you pleaded.

“i know. i thought i did. when i went to london, i was actually meeting up with her. i had every intention of getting her hopes up and then telling her that i had moved on-that i had found you and that me and you were getting married in 6 days”

“then what changed” you asked him. tears streaming down your face.

“everything. i looked into her eyes and remembered how i always loved her eyes. and then i remembered how much i loved her. so i took her out, had a great time and then slept with her” he put his head down in shame.

“and you couldn’t tell me before i was about to put my dress on. you couldn’t tell me the day after” you shook you’re head at him. “tommy i thought you’d been fucking hurt” you raised your tone.

“what the fuck is wrong with you. you’re a fucking coward” you sobbed.

“y/n-“ he put his hand on your shoulder.

“if you want to keep your hand thomas i highly suggest that you move it” this made him sigh and move his hand instantly. you put your head in your hands.

“what the fuck am i supposed to do. where the fuck am i suppost to live. i sold my fucking house” you hysterically cried into your hands.

“i spoke to pol. she said you can stay with her until you find a job” he replied to you.

“you want me out so quickly. is she moving in?” you took your face away from your hands and looked at him. in reply, he cringed.

“oh my god she is. fucking hell tommy, the sheets are still warm. this was supposed to be our house. we were supposed to have children here and redecorate” you humourlessly laughed.

“im sorry y/n” he looked sincere.

“no you’re not. if you were you would have told me the day you came home instead of pretending that all was fine. you would not have let me embarrass myself by entering that church knowing you had no intention of waiting for me at the end of the isle. and you most certainly would not have kicked me out to let her move in” you shook your head in disbelief. “this is ridiculous. un-fucking-believable” you whispered under your breath before turning to look at him.

“there’s nothing i can do to make you want me more than her is there?” you looked into his eyes.

he hesitantly shook his head. “no” he whispered.

“maybe i’m just not enough” you let a tear pour down your face.

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“talk to me tommy please”

summary- tommy has been living in darkness for years until it finally breaks him, it’s lucky you’re there to comfort him.

tommy shelby x female reader

warning- angsty, bit of fluff.

you were staying at ada’s for the weekend. she wanted to have a girls weekend and asked you and pol to visit her in her london home.

it was around 1am when the phone rang. you were suppost to be setting off back to arrow house in 7 hours. ada got up from the couch where you were drinking gin and gossiping to answer the phone. you could here ada’s side of the conversation.

“oh hello tommy” she greeted. “yeah she’s in the sitting room do you want me to get her?” she asked.

“y/n, tommy’s on the phone” she called for you. you got up and walked into the hall way. before you could take the phone out of her hand she whispered to you. “he doesn’t sound like he’s in a good state” she put her hand on your shoulder looking worried. this caused you to frown.

“thomas are you okay?” you asked in a sweet voice.

“i don’t know y/n. i can’t fucking breathe”

“are you physically hurt?” you asked him, a worried tone seeping into your words.

“no it’s all in my fucking head.” he harshly whispered. he sounded like he was in pain.

“okay tommy. i’ll call a driver and come back now. i’ll be home in a few hours. please don’t hurt yourself in the meantime. pour yourself a whiskey and do some work to distract yourself” you advised him.

“no don’t come home. just have a good last few hours of your girls trip with ada and then come” he rushed out.

“ofcourse i’m coming home tommy” you huffed. you weren’t mad at him by any means, you were more annoyed that he expected you to just go to bed expecting he will be fine in your absence.

“okay love” he whispered.

“i love you tom” you said as you put the phone back on the hook.

“ada i’m going to have to call a driver. need to go home and make sure he’s actually ok” you told her.

“yeah i’ll ring one for you, you pack your things” she said hugging you.

you went upstairs and packed your things. twenty minutes late you were ready to leave. “thankyou ada” you hugged her and kissed her cheek.

“goodbye”

—

three and a half hours later, you were pulling into yours and tommy estate. you grabbed your case and got out of the car after thanking the driver.

stepping into your home, you quietly closed the front door incase he was asleep. you walked into his office to find it empty. you checked all of the rooms on the ground floor of arrow house before eventually deciding he was upstairs. you saw that your bedroom door was slightly ajar and you peaked inside to find tommy sitting on the foot of the bed with his elbows leaning on his knees and his face in his hands. you crept in and kneeled infront of him. slowly you reached out and gently grasped his wrist.

“tommy?”

“tommy?”

“thomas?” you shook him a little incase he was zoned out and didn’t realise you were there but he still ignored you. so you grabbed both of his wrists and pulled his hands down so you could hold them in his lap. eventually he made eye contact but his eyes were blank. asif he was a robot.

“talk to me tommy. please” you asked gently.

“i don’t know what wrong with me y/n. i cant get out of my own head” he told you. “i keep having this feeling that something bad is going to happen and i can’t shake it. after all this, the house, marrying you, becoming MP, i should feel like the luckiest man in the world. but i still have enemies and one day something bad is going to happen to you” he shook his head. you noticed a tear threatening to cascade out of his waterline and down his face. you were shocked. in the three years you have been with tommy, not once have you seen him cry or be so vulnerable with you. you didn’t show it though.

“tommy, i’m fine” you told him gently.

he shook his head like he didn’t believe you. and then tears startling to roll down his face.

you grabbed his face with both of your hands. you wiped his tears with the pads of your thumbs. “i’m here and i’m fine. nothing bad is going to happen to me” you told him assertively “so long as i have you to protect me” you added on. he looked in your eyes. you could tell he still has his doubts. you stood up from your kneeling position and place yourself sideways on his lap and faced him. you grabbed his hand and brought it to your chest.

“see. it’s beating. i’m not going anywhere aslong as you’ll have me by your side thomas michael shelby” you said looking into his eyes. you could see that it instantly calmed him down. he brought you close and put his face into your neck.

“you’ll always be by my side y/n” he whispered into your ear.

“good because you can’t get rid of me that easily” you laughed.

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guys please help. because i’ve tried everything and i’ve never been able to comment on posts.

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how the fuck do u comment on tumblr posts? been using it for like a year and i still have no idea.

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fallen out of love - TOMMY SHELBY

angst

reader and tommy used to be inlove, now they have to find a way to deal with the fact that they just cannot get along.

y/n-

the house was cold. kind of like yours and tommy’s relationship ironically. it was 11pm and you were sat with a cold cup of tea at the dining table in complete darkness. it’s not like you were waiting for tommy. you weren’t an idiot. you knew he wouldn’t come home for another hour in hopes so avoid you.

you went from being inlove, to arguing, to strangers. you’re relationship had gotten so bad that yous never even tried to argue. you didn’t care enough anymore. you didn’t even share a bedroom. the only time that you and tommy would see eachother is when passing eachother in the corridors of arrow house. you couldn’t even remember the last time that you had even had a conversation.

tommy came home and broke you out of your thoughts. he’s home early. you thought.

he saw you waiting in the dining room with your cold tea. he instantly went into defence mode.

“not now y/n” he instinctively said.

“don’t worry thomas. i’m just waiting up to ask you for a divorce” you were nonchalant.

“no. there’s no solicitor or lawyer in the country that will grant you a divorce. you marry a shelby, you stay fucking married” he replied.

“thomas. you cannot keep me here as a prisoner. we don’t love eachother anymore. we haven’t for a long time actually. we don’t even care enough to argue. please. i’m begging you. staying here is making me miserable. you must still have enough respect for me to care about me being happy surely” you near enough nearly got on your hands and knees to beg him.

“y/n. what would people think? wife’s don’t leave their husbands simply because they are bored” he scoffs.

“what would people think?” you repeated back in a whisper. “PEOPLE?” you shouted. “thomas i am your wife as of this moment in time. you shouldn’t give a fuck what other people think. it’s not boredom. i wake up alone, i dine alone, i dance alone, i go to sleep alone. this is not marriage thomas. it’s torture. even though i never see you i still want to be as far away from you as possible. i want to live in my own house where everything belongs to me. i want a husband that respects me and loves me so much that it would physically pain him to think of my eating by myself. i want children to spend my days with. i want to make dinner without wondering whether my husband is going to be there.” you told him.

he looked you dead in the eyes and sighed.

“y/n. if you want a baby i’ll give you a baby” he shook his head. asif he didn’t hear a word i had spoken.

“I DONT WANT A BABY WITH YOU. i want a baby in a loving household. i want to love my husband with the type of love we don’t have.” you replied truthfully.

“please tommy” your eyes were prickling with tears.

“fine. but before you make up your mind on whether this is something you truly want, remember the times where we would only have to look at eachother and know exactly what the other was thinking” he whispered.

“i know tom. but we were young. we thought it was going to be like that forever. and because it wasn’t, the disappointment of that is what has lead to our downfall. i honestly wish you the best. i hope one day you’ll sit with you’re future wife and drink tea with her and converse for hours until you’re blue in the face. like we once did. we love eachother, we just aren’t INlove.” you whispered placing your hand in his shoulder and walking up the stairs to rest.

…..

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Masterlist

updated 02/10/23

Tommy Shelby

LIAR

angst

summary- you’re tommy shelby’s wife but recently he has been acting suspicious.

LIAR PART TWO

angst

summary- It had been 6 months since you left tommy, he’s starting to regret everything he said, especially when grace turned out to be a spy.

I LOVE YOU

fluff

summary- just a fluff piece about the reader and tommy’s marriage.

FALLEN OUT OF LOVE

angst

summary- reader and tommy used to be inlove, now they have to find a way to deal with the fact that they just cannot get along.

“TALK TO ME TOMMY PLEASE”

angst, bit of fluff

summary- tommy has been living in darkness for years until it finally breaks him, it’s lucky you’re there to comfort him.

MAYBE I AM JUST NOT ENOUGH

vvvv angsty

summary- you’re engaged to tommy but he still has unfinished business with grace.

MAYBE I AM JUST NOT ENOUGH PART 2

a bit angsty

summary- it been a year since thomas broke your heart and he shows up at your door.

IN OUR HEARTS FOREVER

vvvvv angsty (check warnings)

summary- mrs shelby has a cough which turns out to be a lot worse than they thought.

THE FORGOTTEN DAUGHTER

VVVVVV angsty (check warnings!)

summary- tommy sent his daughter away because she was a burden he wasn’t ready for. she went 12 years without seeing him once, what happens when she gets an invitation to his wedding?

Nate Jacobs

FOOL ME ONCE SHAME ON YOU

angst

summary- basically nate’s cheating on the reader with cassie and i’m gonna base it on how i’d react. also cassie is our bestie in this. also pretend nate and maddy aren’t a thing.

Dusty (heartbreak high)

WHATEVER YOU WANT

smut

summary- you and dusty hooked up a year ago and he ignored you after, the past comes back when the incest map is revealed.

#peaky blinder imagine #tommy shelby angst #grace shelby #shelby imagine #peaky blinders imagines #masterlist #heartbreak high #euphoria x y/n #nate jacobs x reader

[tommyshelbyswh0re]

fool me once, shame on you

nate jacobs x reader

angst (yuhhh)

i hate this so much

summary- basically nate’s cheating on the reader with cassie and i’m gonna base it on how i’d react. also cassie is our bestie in this. also pretend nate and maddy aren’t a thing.

y/n-

you and nate had been together for a year. it wasn’t the best relationship in the world. there was even a few times where you feared for your life. alas, you stayed because you were inlove.

you and cassie had been bestfriend’s for like 4 years. you were there for her through all her breakups and wrong doings. ofcourse you called her out when she was in the wrong, just not in public. in return, she was also there for you. every time you and nate would ‘break up’ she would comfort you, telling you that you deserved better.

nate was acting strange. more secretive if that was even possible. he would hide his phone from you or keep it on him at all times, even when going to the bathroom. you weren’t stupid, you know that this meant he was cheating, you just didn’t know who it was. you decided to confront him.

“nate why are you acting so fucking weird?” you blurted.

“i don’t know what you mean” he said without even looking away from his phone.

“are you being fucking serious? you’re not even looking up from your phone when i’m asking something important. you’re so distant. are you cheating?” you just flat out ask him.

“do you really think i’d do that to you?” he asks hurt in his voice.

“well i don’t want to, but the way you’ve been acting makes me suspicious. i barely know you anymore” your tone was angry.

nate knew if he didn’t shut this down he’d loose you forever. and even though he was in fact still cheating, he still wanted you and cassie.

“look i’m sorry babe. i’ll turn my phone off and we can have a movie night. i swear you’ll have my undivided attention” he smiled kissing your cheek.

“okay” you smiled back.

it wasn’t till later you realised he never actually gave you a straight answer. it was like he purposely diverted your attention.

-

“no cassie i’m being serious. he’s definitely cheating. all the signs are there. i mean i knew he was a shitty boyfriend but i genuinely didn’t think he’d cheat” you said hugging into her whilst tears streamed down your face.

“i mean, are you absolutely positive?” she asks you.

“i’ve never been so sure of anything in my life” you nod.

“who do you think he’s cheating with?” she asks curiously. you don’t know if it’s just you hearing things but that’s an underlying tone of something else when she says that, you just don’t know what.

“i don’t know. i don’t think i wanna know” you tell her

“what? why?” she asks.

“cause then i’ll get double the time in jail when i murder both of them” you laugh.

her laughter sounds fake though. ‘what’s up with her’ you thought.

-

it’s a couple of days later and it’s your birthday. you celebrate it at cassies since she has a hot tub. nate come round to give you your gift. it’s a tiffany necklace.

“oh i love it” you turn around and kiss him. “thankyou!” you say looking into his eyes.

“happy birthday. i love you” he smiles back. all of your friends are watching.

except cassie. where the hell is she? you’re all just talking about how beautiful the necklace is when cassie comes down the stairs drunk as hell. in a swimming costume? she makes eye contact with nate the entire time and he makes eye contact with her. you frown.

“i’m gonna wait near the hot tub until it heats up” she told us.

“let’s go put i swim suits on” you squeal excited.

“oh babe you coming?” you ask nate.

“uhm i don’t know” he says unsure.

“no come on it’s my birthday!” you say in attempt to persuade him.

“okay fine” he laughs pecking you.

“see you in 5” you say holding up 5 fingers.

you quickly put your swimming costume on and head outside. however everyone is looking is facing the sliding doors confused. when you turn to look at what they’re seeing, you see cassie even more drunk singing loudly and dancing with balloons.

“what the fuck?” you say standing next to nate.

he looks down at you. “is she always like this?” he asks.

“no but when she’s drunk she’s a fucking train wreck” you reply.

“anyway let’s get in” you clap your hands and make everyone follow you to the hot tub.

you all get it and cassie come out balloons still wrapped around her until she shrugs them off.

“heyyy y/n” she slurs. which cause you to laugh.

“hey cass” you reply back to her.

she tries climbing in but falls right on nate not-so-gracefully.

she laughs “oops sorry” she pats his shoulder. he just looks down.

once she’s comfortable she speaks up again. “anyways. happy birthday!” she sings.

“thankyouuu” you sing back.

“i’m so happy you guys have sorted out all of your shit” maddy smiles to you and nate

“we haven’t” you laugh, joking.

“yeah we haven’t” he says seriously.

“i mean i was joking but what the fuck are you talking about?” you asked him dead ass.

“i mean we haven’t. you literally accused me of cheating the other day” he says like you’re fucking stupid.

“well maybe if you weren’t so suspicious i wouldn’t” you defend yourself.

“alright” he gives up. but you weren’t done.

“you see what i mean” you look around to everyone. “i have to put up with this shit every day” you roll your eyes.

“it’s really funny because he starts arguing with me and acts like the next day he doesn’t come round begging me to forgive him” you say. airing your shit out.

“oh y/n forgive me. you know i didn’t mean it. i love you. we should get out own place when we go to college. one day we will get married and have babies” you mimick him. but as you said ‘babies’, cassie threw up everywhere.

everyone jumps up and screams. including you. vomit is the one thing you can’t handle.

“i’m sorry. y/n i’m so sorry” she says sobbing but all i can here is maddy gagging.

“i’m sorry i ruined everything.” she’s still sobbing.

“it’s okay don’t worry” you say trying not to vomit yourself.

“nate! get me a towel” you shout as cassie was being dragged out of the hot tub by her mum.

-

ever since that night, you and nate had been on sensitive terms. you had apologised for not airing things in private and he apologised for starting it. but still things were rocky.

you were at cassies two days later with everyone, just hanging out when there were loud knocks at the door.

yous had left it alone assuming cassies mom answered. 5 minutes later there was commotion in the hallway and you all went to go check. rue was sat on the stairs arguing with her mom. she was saying she couldn’t go back to rehab because she couldn’t get clean.

“you don’t have to. just take it one day at a time” she looks back at us and we all give her a thumbs up. it’s silent for a minute before rue speaks again.

“hey cass?” rue asks. cassie smiles.

“yeah?”

“quick question. how long have you been fucking nate jacobs?” and right then and there you could’ve swore your heart broke. you couldn’t hear anything. but you know cassie was gonna play it off.

“excuse me?” you asked calmly.

“well i mean i saw her getting into his truck like a month ago” rue shrugged.

“are you serious cass? your fucking my boyfriend?” you ask hurt in your voice.

“what? no?” she shook her head. but it’s too late. you start piecing everything together. the eye contact between them, her vomiting, her curious tone.

“cass i knew you were hooking up with someone but my fucking boyfriend?” you ask. you start to walk towards her.

“i don’t know why you’re believing her she’s a drug addict” cassie states.

“rue can you remember when this was?” to which she answered “right after new years”

and that’s how you knew she was telling the truth because that’s when he started acting weird.

“cassie that’s fucking low. how dare you pretend to be my friend when the whole time you were fucking him, probably laughing behind my back” you were crying.

“look y/n let me explain. i’m inlove with him and he’s inlove with me. we didn’t do it maliciously” she sobbed. as if that would make it better. you fucking lost it.

“your the most self-cantered idiotic person i’ve ever fucking met. your fucking my boyfriend and your crying?” she cannot be serious.

“nate doesn’t love anybody but himself” you whisper. you were honestly just gonna leave it and never speak to them again but she had to open her mouth again.

“no he just didn’t love you. you guys are terrible for eachother. it was gonna end soon anyway” as soon as she finished her sentence, you sent a sharp slap to her cheek.

“be careful you bitch. i told you what would happen if i found out who it was so you’re lucky it’s just a slap” you whisper in her ear. she ran upstairs. honestly you were done.

“sorry for slapping your daughter suze” you apologise to her mom before walking away to grab your stuff and head home.

“if you didn’t do it, i would’ve” she hugged me.

maddy and kat came with you and you spent the night crying to them.

the next day you didn’t even speak to nate. you just blocked him and cassie.

the only people you needed were maddy and kat.

#euphoria #cassie howard #maddy and nate #maddy perez #maddy and cassie #maddy and jules #cassie and nate #nate jacobs #euphoria x y/n #euphoria x reader #nate jacobs x you #nate jacobs x reader #euphoria season 2

[tommyshelbyswh0re]

I love you.

tommy shelby x reader

warnings- just fluff😩

you and tommy had been married since way before the war. you were 19 and he was 20. young love.

you had met him when you were 15. you had a job at a bakery and tommy had come in to get some bread for his mother. you knew from the moment you met him that you were going to spend the rest of your life with him. back then he smiled a lot. you could swear his smile pulled you right in. he was so different back then. even the small things he did were enough to make you weak at the knees.

and even now. after the war. after everything including him had changed, you still loved him the same amount you did when you first met him at 15.

you had a child together. her name was victoria. she has the same smile tommy does.

even if tommy doesn’t show it, the two of you are still very happy together.

“i love you tom” you whispered as you fell asleep on his chest.

“i love you more y/n” he smiled and kiss the top of your head.

#grace shelby #peaky blinder imagine #tommy shelby angst #thomas shelby

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tommy shelby- liar (part 2)

part 1^

(ngl i have no idea how to work tumblr sooo)

summary- It had been 6 months since you left tommy, he’s starting to regret everything he said, especially when grace turned out to be a spy.

6 months. 6 long months since you had last seen tommy. you had started to move on. you had moved to manchester and bought a small little flat. it was your happy place.

you had heard from pol that grace turned out to be a spy. “fucking snitch from the parish” is how she described her over the telephone. as much as you hated to admit it, it made you feel smug inside. to know that tommy was hurt almost as much as he hurt you. now you had both been hurt by someone you had trusted.

//

It was a friday night. you had returned from work 2 hours ago. you had managed to get a job as a barmaid. how ironic? you were cooking your tea when you heard a knock at your door. you thought it was weird as you weren’t expecting anyone.

as you were walking down your hallway, the person on the other side of the door was starting to knock harder on the door.

“fucking alright ‘m coming. don’t knock my bloody door down” you huffed out.

when the door fully opened and you saw the person behind it, you tried to slam your door in their face. but he put his foot between it.

“c’mon y/n let me in” tommy said, it almost sounded like he was begging.

“no fucking way, leave” you shouted. even though you had moved on, it still hurt to see him and you definitely did not want to speak to him.

“look, i never should’ve said what i said. must’ve had me under some fucking witchcraft or summat. please just let me talk to you. i’m not here to add salt in your wound i promise” he said, desperately.

“i’ll talk to you, but you stay on the other side of the door. i’ll keep it on the hatch” you said. you really did not want to speak to him. but you needed closure. you needed to know why your love wasn’t enough for him.

“fine. look y/n i’m sorry. i’m so fucking sorry. i don’t know what came over me. i never loved her. it’s you. it’s always been fucking you. i know i hurt you. you did nothing but love me and respect me, and i fucked it up like always. but she didn’t even come close. i thought she was what i wanted. i don’t know man it’s like since we came back i’ve been all over the place. but i swear i’ve figured it out. i only want you!” he said. you had never heard any sort of apology come out of his mouth. you were in shock. you didn’t cry though. you were smarter than that.

“thomas you only want me because she betrayed you. me n you both know that if she wasn’t a spy, you wouldn’t be here right now. it took you 6 months to gather up the courage to even apologise. i stuck by your side through everything. EVERYTHING. i waited four fucking years for you to return, only to be betrayed. it’s too late. i cant forgive you.” you quietly said. you weren’t gonna fall for any of his tricks anymore. you weren’t raised that way.

“y/n”-

and with that, you were able to shut the door in his face.

you had your closure. you just wanted to move on.

//

#tommy shelby angst #thomas shelby #shelby imagine #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinders imagines #angst #tommy shelby x F!reader #grace shelby #Spotify

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tommy shelby- liar

summary- you’re tommy shelby’s wife but recently he has been acting suspicious.

you loved you’re husband. you loved him before, during and after the war. only, it was harder to love him after. he was distant. he wasn’t the same tommy that bought you a pair of earrings with the last bit of his money. he was a new version. and you had to learn how to love him as the version he was now. they never said love was easy, but you never expected it to be this hard. there’s no rule book to loving a broken man. but you made sure to love and respect him and hope it was enough.

you worked at a bookstore. you knew your husband could support you, but you preferred to stay busy. at lunch you decided to visit your husband in his office. you wanted to surprise him and let him understand that it’s okay to let you in. you’re equals, his problems were yours and vice versa.

you walked into the betting shop and knocked onto his office door.

“come in” a gruff voice answered

“hi my love, i brought lunch. thought it’d be nice to catch up” you sweetly said

“‘m not hungry” he said in a monotone voice

“well can i still eat here?” you asked

“you can. got a meeting in 5 minutes tho” he didn’t seem to happy about seeing you

you set up and ate. he wasn’t talking much. the occasional gruff and sound of agreement here and there, but this is what you’re marriage was. you putting in effort and him taking everything from you.

//

you arrived home at 5 o’clock. no sign of tommy. but you knew he was a busy man. you decided to ring the garrison and see if he was there. he was. and so reluctantly you decided to go have a drink.

you walk into the garrison doors and up to the bar. oh, you thought. a new barmaid. you ordered a gin and tonic and waited. you made polite conversation with the new barmaid, who you learnt is called grace.

“grace, have you seen my husband? his name is thomas shelby?” you asked.

“yeah he’s in the snug” she replied.

you went into the snug and you found your husband. he seemed drunk, which was actually unusual as he handles his alcohol quite well.

“hello darling. have you met the new barmaid?” you asked

“i have.” he shortly replied.

“oh. she seems nice. her names grace”

“hmm very nice” he smirked.

your heart fell through your stomach.

you knew you’re husband had taken interests in whores, but never had he admitted it. you had never admitted to knowing either. but it hurt you the way that he could speak about a woman infront of you as if you were one of his brothers. you’re his wife for goodness sake.

at that point you’re mood was sour. you swallowed the rest of your drink and walked out, back to you’re shared home.

//

about two hours later you husband can crashing through your front door. waking you. you pretended you were asleep and hoped he would apologise in the morning.

//

two weeks later, it was rocky. more rocky than your relationship had ever been. he still hadn’t apologised and returned home later and you’d probably exchanged all of 10 words in 14 days. it was bad. but it got worse when he came home reeking of perfume that wasn’t yours.

“where the fuck have you been? and why do i smell another woman on you?” you asked. you were furious. you didn’t deserve this, especially after all the love and effort you put into making you’re love enough.

“not tonight y/n” he snapped.

“have you slept with her”

“i said not tonight!”

“just talk to me god dammit. you have put me through hell these last few months and i can’t do it anymore.”

“THEN LEAVE, i’m not asking you to stay.”

you were shocked, this is the moment you knew he had fallen out of love with you.

“you should’ve told me the moment you figured it out” you quietly said with a shaken voice.

“figured what out?”

“that you didn’t love me anymore”

“y/n i love you. but i’m not inlove with you. i’m inlove with grace.”

“you should have left me alone if i wasn’t what you wanted” you replied with tears rolling down your face.

and with that you left. you knew you were worth more. and so you seeked for more.

#tommy shelby angst #grace shelby #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinders #thomas shelby #tommy shelby imagines #tommy shelby #Spotify