valentinoqueen

[valentinoqueen]

Blind date

Part 14- More here

Pairing - Modern Thomas Shelby and Reader

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Thomas had checked his phone six times that morning, expecting to hear from you. Polly sat across from him, a knowing look on her face as they discussed the books. "Why don't you just call her?" she asked smirking. "Call who?" he asked a deadpan look on his face, not giving anything away.

“Whoever it was that stayed at your house last night?" she stated, sipping her tea.

"Finn has a big mouth," he said as his phone beeped. "What the fuck?" he said as he read your message. "Come on then, tell Aunt Pol" she enquired. He read the message again with a frown on his face, totally confused.

"Don't say the great Thomas Shelby has been dumped?" she gasped, dramatically.

He threw his phone back on the desk. Thinking back to what a good night you both had, and the sex was amazing. He had thought about it all morning.

Thought about you all morning.

“I don't fucking know what I've done," he shrugged. Putting his glasses back on the read the document on his oak desk. Polly sat staring at him, "Am I going to have to pry it out of you?" she quizzed.

“Nothing to tell,” he inisisted clearing his throat. Before reaching for his phone again, and putting it back down. “She stayed over ? You fucked? What? You didn’t make her coffee?” She asked.

“Had to leave for the meeting, I left her a note and money for a cab.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. Frowning at her, as she burst out laughing. “What’s so fucking funny?” He demanded to know.

She shook her head, “Poor girl, no wonder she’s pissed off. Waking up on her own, in a strange house, with a tip for the sex?” He stood up, giving in to temptation of the amber liquid that was calling him.

“It wasn’t like that, Pol. Have I fucked up?” He asked.

“Oh yes, Thomas, you have royally fucked up,” she grinned walking out of his office.

Your day seemed to drag, you were tired from the night before and drained. “Hurry up, we are all going from drinks,” Joanne from the opposite office told you. “I will pass thanks,” that was the last thing you wanted to do. Walking towards you, she closed your laptop, “Come on, let’s go,”

Somehow, you found yourself in a cocktail bar in the city centre. You were not in the mood. Joanne thrust a gin and tonic at you, “Join in the party, it’s Friday!” Your whole team was here, including your bosses, Denver and Stalland. Smile and try and be cheerful, you thought.

Turning your phone back on, you had several missed calls and messages from him. “Y/n it wasn’t like that,” Men will say anything, you thought scrolling through the messages.

“Answer the phone, please xxx” You were sitting with Joanne, whom you hardly knew. “Y/n, just talk to me?” Another message.

“Boyfriend trouble?” She asked, nosily. You locked your phone, putting it back in your bag. “Oh no, he’s not my boyfriend,” you explained, sipping your drink.

“Just fucking?” She asked, looking around the bar. “No, not really, I’m not sure,” you shrugged. “Sounds complicated,” she said clinking glasses with you.

“How long have you worked at the company for?” You asked, trying to make conversation. She was a secretary to Mr Stalland, the other boss.

“Four years, money’s ok. So quite happy really. You’ve done well getting such a high up job,” she commented.

Was she being sarcastic? You wondered, hard work and years at Uni was how you got the job. “Took me a lot of hard work and interviews to get it,” you answered defensively.

Your phone buzzed again, it was Shelley. “Lover boy has been here looking for you,” she had text. “Shit, why? What did you tell him?” You replied. “Told him where you had gone babe,”

“Shit,” you said out loud. “Everything ok?” Noisy Joanne asked. “Yeah, sorry just need the toilet,” you said squeezing past her. Fucking Shelley, you fumed to yourself walking to the bathroom.

“Why the fuck would you tell him where I was?” You typed, reapplying your red lipstick. “So you can fuck it out 👿” she replied. Jesus really Shelley, you decided to finish your drink and go home.

Walking back to your seat, your boss began beckoning you over. You approached him cautiously, he was standing at the bar with three men. “Ah Y/n, meet Stalland, Smith and Fletcher,” he announced loudly. Clearly on his way to being drunk.

He had a wedding ring on, but clearly thought he could flirt with every woman in a ten mile radius. You recognised their names, they were also on the board of Directors. Did you really have to stand and make small talk?

You shook their hands, aware that his arm was resting just above your ass, as he moved you forward. Thrusting a glass of wine into your hand, you were surrounded by them. In all of your adult life, you had never felt more like a piece of meat being assessed.

“The beautiful Y/n here is our new designer. She has lots of ideas and enthusiasm,” Denver explained. “Don’t you Y/n?”

He was that close, you could smell his aftershave. He must have at least half a bottle on. “Enthusiasm is what we need in this company, Y/n. Stick with us, you will go far,” Mr Stalland announced, his eyes on your cleavage. Make an excuse to leave. Headache ? Feel sick?

“Thank you, I am really enjoying the job,” you managed to say, looking for Joanne as a way out. “Good to hear,” Mr Stalland told you. “You can share some of your ideas with us. We have a staff meeting next week,”

You felt an arm wrap around your waist, “There you are, Y/n. I’ve been looking for you,” you heard from behind you. Turning, you met his piercing blue eyes.

[valentinoqueen]

Blind Date

Part 13 - more here

Pairing - Modern Thomas Shelby and Reader

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Sliding down his body you took him in your mouth. He was bigger than you expected, more girth. You held the bottom of his hard cock as you sucked. Taking him in and out of your mouth. You felt him groaning at the sensation he was enjoying. “Your so fucking good at that,” he moaned.

As you released him, you began to flick your tongue over his tip. Just gently, flicking, just like he did with your nipple. “Holy fuck,” he said. Taking him in your hand again, you looked up at him, “Do you like that, Tommy?” You asked innocently. You could feel the pre-cum leaking from him.

“Yes, but I need to fuck you. I can’t wait any longer,” Walking over to his bedside cabinet he pulled out come condoms, slipping one on.

You watched with anticipation. “Do you like it from behind?” He asked you, walking back over like he was about to pounce. “Yes,” you managed to say. Fuck, was he going to fit?

“You want it like this? Tell me if you don't," His arms were wrapped around you again, "I do," you breathed in his ear.

“Hold the headboard,” he said, urging you to scoot up the bed. He starting kissing your neck, hands sliding in between your legs. “Your ass looks amazing,” he said feeling you. To his surprise you were wet again. “Relax,” he said, sensing your nerves.

As he bent you forward and slipped inside of you. You were shocked how good he felt. Like he was meant to be inside of you, the perfect fit.

Reaching where you needed him to reach.

Filling you up.

You moaned and screamed his name as he fucked you. Whispering dirty talk in your ear, until you came for him again.

The next thing you knew it was morning time. The sunlight was beaming through the open drapes. Sitting up, you panicked, you had to get to work. As you look at the bed next to you, it was empty. Where the hell was he?

Glancing at the clock, you were relived it was only 7.40. You would make it if you rushed home to change. Pulling the sheet from bed to cover you, you went off in search of him. No sign, the apartment was empty.

On the breakfast bar there was a note, “Good Morning Gorgeous, I had an early meeting, had to leave. I’m sorry. I left you money to get you home. Will call you x T,”

Anger surged through you, fucking money !! What were you a whore? You felt like bursting into tears, how could you be so stupid? He had obviously got what he wanted from you last night. Why did you sleep with him straight away?

Racing around the apartment, you found your clothes and dressed quickly. Hoping he didn’t come straight back.

Once out onto the street, you managed to flag a cab to get home. The whole journey, you felt embarrassed or was it ashamed? Rushing into your apartment, Shelley shouted you, “Y/n, how was your night?”

You stopped to grab a towel, “Don’t ask, I will tell you tonight,” you sighed. “I have to get to work, I’m late,” Standing outside the bathroom door, she wanted the details. “Did you fuck?” She shouted.

You didn’t answer, tears rolling into the water as you showered.

As you dried yourself, you felt that you were sore. Three times you had sex with him, and you couldn’t lie it was amazing. Shelley was still stood outside of the door, “What’s wrong? Was he shit?” She asked as you opened the door.

“No,” you said sniffing as you told her about the note. “Maybe he just wanted you to get home safe?” She tried to reason. “We have sex, he disappears, and leaves me money? Does that sound strange to you?” You asked wanting her to back you up.

“How much was it?” She quizzed, interested more in the amount of money. “Ah,” you huffed past her, “I have to get to work,” By the time you dressed and arrived at the office, you were ten minutes late. Hiding in the staff room, you made a much needed coffee.

“Morning Y/n,” you heard from behind you, “Pleasant evening?” It was Mr Denver. “Yes, thank you,” you replied grabbing your coffee. “I don’t mean to be rude. But I have a zoom meeting,” you excused yourself rushing from the room.

By lunchtime, you were still annoyed. And you hadn’t heard a word from him. You took out your phone and typed. “Money! really? Do you think I’m a whore? I paid for my own cab, so no thanks,”

Pleased with yourself, you turned your phone off. For the rest of the day, you struggled to concentrate. Angry at yourself, why did you fuck him on the first night? No wonder he thought you were a whore.

Every time you crossed your legs, you were sore. Remembering him inside of you and how good he felt. Stop it, you thought mind drifting away, concentrate.

[valentinoqueen]

Blind Date

Part 12 - More here

Pairing - Modern Thomas Shelby and Reader

@kaybeeboop @cloudofdisney - @romanogersendgame @loveableasshole @goldensunflowe-r @captivatedbycillianmurphy @namelesslosers @lauren-raines-x @katsav17 @kamiiyou @fairypitou @answer-the-sirens @vxrixnt@kathrinemelissa @datewithgianni @geminiwolves @lyarr24 @ysmmsy @sixbillionpieces @morgana-olson @mysticaldeanvoidhorse

Warning- Pure Smut 👿

Long fingers roamed over you, roamed over the top of your purple lace panties. "Tell me what you like, Y/n," he growled in your ear. Fuck, you weren't prepared for this. You were no prude in the bedroom, having been adventurous with previous partners. But dirty talk with a stranger? You hadn't had near enough the amount of wine you needed for this.

He felt you pause, as you stopped responding to him. Pulling back, he looked down at you, wearing a smirk on his face. He was enjoying this, enjoying seeing you squirm. “How will I know if you don't tell me, ey?" he questioned. Pulling you up towards him, he removed your bra. Licking his lips at the sight in front of him.

You were suddenly aware you were practically naked. He hadn't even taken his fucking shoes off. As if reading your mind, he tucked your hair behind your ear. "Relax, you are beautiful. So fucking beautiful,"

Dipping his head, he kissed at your breasts. Slowly, he licked your nipple, gently flicking it back and forwards with his tongue.

You let out a gentle moan as he did, biting your lip. "Ooh you like that, don't you, yeah?" he asked voice deep and filled with desire.

Fuck it, go with it, you thought. "Yes, Tommy, I like it," you responded to his touch arching your back. Taking your other nipple he sucked it gently, "How does it feel?" he asked you.

“It's making me want you more, it's making me horny," you moaned into his neck.

"Good, I want you to be horny. Are you wet?" he asked rubbing his hands over your panties again. "Feel me, Tommy," you begged, looking into his eyes.

"Is that what you want?" his pupils were blown wide, desire evident. "Yes," you panted, you were desperate to be touched now.

Sitting up, he pulled you onto his knee, so you were straddling him. One hand gripped at your ass, the other trailed down your body. Pulling at the lace of your knickers, slowly, teasingly slowly his hand slipped inside. “So smooth,” he mumbled.

You felt like you were dripping into your panties by now. You couldn't remember the last time you were this turned on.

His palm pressed against your body, middle finger trailing along your slit. Just slowly stopping at your entrance, "Mmm, nice and wet, is it all for me, ey?" he asked.

You nodded, looking down into his eyes, "For you Tommy, just for you, please," You rocked your hips against him, desperate for some pressure, for some touch. "You asked so nicely baby," he told you.

Again his hand dipped inside your panties, you wanted him to just rip them off and fuck you. "I think you could be very responsive, I bet you could Cum like this," he observed you writhing against him.

Jesus, this was going to be a good fuck, he thought. His middle finger dipped inside of your entrance, your tight walls clasping around him. Hooking his finger inside of you, from the position your were in. He could easily reach your g-spot.

Slowly, he pumped his finger in and out, the squelch from how wet you were filling the room. Removing his finger, you moaned at the loss. "I want to taste you," he said putting his fingers inside his mouth, licking at the juices.

Reaching for your face, he kissed you slipping his tongue inside so you could taste yourself. "So sweet," he said, pulling your ass, he pulled you forward as you rocked against him. "Make yourself Cum," he ordered.

"What?" you asked, unsure. “You are so close aren't you? Just rubbing yourself on me, I bet you could cum, show me,”

Doing what he asked, you rubbed yourself up and down his thigh. Without warning he put his palm on your clit, pushing against it. Creating pressure. Fuck, you were going to cum, going to drip on him. "Cum for me," he ordered again, "I want to see you,"

He started rubbing against your clit, it was so swollen. Just begging for him to touch it. "Yes Tommy, make me cum," Using his thumb he rubbed against your clit, your breasts bouncing in his face as you rocked against him. “You look so fucking hot, like this, do you know?”

He was hard, so hard. He was desperate to bend you over his sofa and fuck you hard. Panting, panting, harder he pushed his middle finger inside of you again as you came. Pulsing around him, juices flowing onto his hand. Catching your breath, you buried your head against his shoulder.

“Holy shit,” you breathed out. Adjusting you he stood, scooping you up. “That was round one,” he winked carrying you into his bedroom. Laying you on the plush bed, you took in your surroundings. Definite bachelor pad, expensive furniture, but minimal homely touch.

Standing over you as you sat on the bed, he pulled off your knickers with one hand. Then began to undo his belt, “I just knew we would be good together,” he announced breaking the silence as you watched him strip. Ab muscles covering his stomach, his chest was strong, Calvin Klein boxers still covering him.

“What made you think that?” You asked, as you knelt in front of him on the bed. Your hand grazing across his muscles, to its destination. “Cos you caught my eye, remember?” His breath caught in his throat as you pumped him in your hand. Taking all of him in your hand, ready to do whatever he wanted you to do…

Authors Note- I felt bad, I couldn’t make you all wait any longer !!

[valentinoqueen]

Blind date-

Part 11 - More here

Pairing - Modern Thomas Shelby and Reader

@kaybeeboop @cloudofdisney - @romanogersendgame @loveableasshole @goldensunflowe-r @captivatedbycillianmurphy @namelesslosers @lauren-raines-x @katsav17 @kamiiyou @fairypitou @answer-the-sirens @vxrixnt @kathrinemelissa @datewithgianni @geminiwolves @lyarr24 @ysmmsy @sixbillionpieces @morgana-olson @mysticaldeanvoidhorse

“Ok, why is it a big secret?” You answered slowly, trying to figure it out. “Well, no, it’s not. I just didn’t know how you would feel,” he shrugged. "Might put you off,"

“Why didn’t you just say before?” You asked, although you didn’t have children of your own. As you were getting older, you understood people would have commitments. He looked at you, “I don’t normally do this sort of thing,"

"What sort of thing, eat?" you asked, teasing him. "Go out on dates, see the same girl. You know more than once,” he explained, putting his knife and fork down.

"Oh, so you are a player?" you asked, he had basically admitted it. "Wouldn't say that, I suppose I just live the single life. Never commit, no one has caught my eye,"

You sipped at your wine, thinking you appreciated his honesty. "So why am I here?" He took your hand, pulling you towards him.

"You caught my eye, I want to get to know you," He kissed you, moving your hair away from your face. "Well, I think you caught my eye too," you replied, responding to his kiss.

As you finished your meal, he told you about his son. Charlie, he was 5, lived the other side of Birmingham with his mother. They hadn’t actually been together when she got pregnant, he explained. “We were just fucking, now and again,”

“Did you live together? Try to get along for the baby?” You questioned. “Only for a few months, was never going to work. We didn’t even know each other. She’s happy to just bleed me dry for money, every month.” He sounded very bitter, towards her. But then again, you couldn’t comment you didn’t know her.

“Do you see him much?” You asked, the whole thing sounded complicated. Did you really want to get entwined in all of this? “A few times a week, I try to, he stays over sometimes. I have another house closer to where he lives,”

You took it all in another house? you wondered as you finished your meals. “Have I put you off, ey?” He asked, looking worried. “No,” you smiled, pecking his lips. “Have you got warm jacket? I want to show you something,” he asked.

Giving you one of his big coats, the plates were left on the table. He poured you another glass of wine, and himself a whiskey. “Got the perfect spot for a nightcap,” he said, extending his hand.

Following him, he led you out of the apartment and up some stairs. “I have the perfect view right here,” he said watching your ass as you climbed the stairs. “Eyes straight ahead, Thomas,” you laughed, the wine kicking in. Opening a large metal door, he led you out onto the rooftop.

You could see the whole city, “Come up here to smoke, really,” he said lighting a cigarette. You took in the view, leaning slightly over to look down. “Careful,” he said, “It’s a big drop,” You watched him as he smoked, “I could watch the lights all night, it’s soothing,” you said.

Throwing his smoke, he pulled you against him. “You’re welcome to stay, but no pressure. I wouldn’t expect you too,”

As he kissed you, you desperately wanted to give in to desire. Would he think you were easy, if you did? There was an electricity between you. Like you were meant to fuck…

Before you registered what was happening, you were back in his apartment. You pushed up against the front door, him undoing your blouse, pulling it from your trousers. "You smell delicious," he said nuzzling into your neck. Your hands went up to his hair, fingers grazing over the short sides.

Throwing your head back, you knew you were giving in to the desire. Lifting your leg, you wrapped it around him, to pull him against you. Closer to you, bodies moulded together. "Jump," he said gruffly in your ear, his words making your nipples erect.

Lifting you up, easily holding you against the door. He was in control, he had you just where he wanted you. His hard erection digging into you. You wondered if he had a big dick, it felt like he did.

Carrying you, he travelled over to the sofa, laying you down. The city lights twinkling in the background, moonlight filling the room. Adding to the atmosphere. His hand grazed over your breasts, as he kissed you. "You sure about this, Y/n?" he asked, as he stopped. "Yes," you panted, pulling him closer, feeling his body through his shirt. Feeling his taut muscles.

Undoing your trousers, he pulled them down, easily discarding them. He was still fully clothed. Unusually for you, you felt comfortable with him. Confident with your body, not wanting to hide away from him. You were glad you had chosen matching underwear. Always be prepared.

Towering above you, he looked you up and down "Fuck, your body is unbelievable," he breathed out.

You laughed at his comment, pulling him back down to kiss you again. "I've wanted you since I first laid eyes on you, Y/n," he confessed. "I've thought about this moment, about you."

His large hand drifted down your body. "I want you too, Tommy," you replied, gasping as he touched you....

[valentinoqueen]

Blind Date

Part 10- Catch up here

Pairing - Modern Thomas Shelby and Reader

@kaybeeboop @cloudofdisney - @romanogersendgame @loveableasshole @goldensunflowe-r @captivatedbycillianmurphy @namelesslosers @lauren-raines-x @katsav17 @kamiiyou @fairypitou @answer-the-sirens @vxrixnt@kathrinemelissa @datewithgianni @geminiwolves @lyarr24 @ysmmsy @sixbillionpieces @morgana-olson

Holding hands, you chatted as you made your way to the lift. Just as you entered, a young woman got out. Tall, blonde, short skirt, oozing sex appeal, so far removed from you. She looked you up and down, judgementally. “Hi Tommy,” she said breezing past him.

He didn’t even look at her, as he walked into the lift. Pressing the button to his apartment. “A friend?” You asked, trying to hide your curiosity.

He lightly pushed you, against the mirrored wall “No, I got told recently, I don’t have any women as friends,” His hands trailed down your body, stopping at your ass, “So what am I?” You queried, pushing against him lightly as his strong hands held you.

As the lift ascended he was all over you, kissing you, feeling your curves. As he pulled away, he left you breathless, "Does that answer your question, Y/n?" he asked, eyebrow raised.

"Mmm, good answer," you responded. The lift pinged open, revealing a long hallway. "So, do you really cook?" you asked, intrigued. He tried to hide is amusement, "Why sound so surprised? ," he chuckled, opening the door.

His apartment took your breath away. A vast open plan space, huge full length windows with an amazing view of the city. "Wow!" you exclaimed rooted to the spot.

Taking your hand he guided you towards the window, "I promised to show you Birmingham," he smirked. The view was breath taking, "Very impressive, bet it's amazing in the sunlight,"

His arms were wrapped around your waist, as he stood behind you. "I can show you one morning, ey?" he whispered in your ear. Turning, you wrapped your arms around his neck, "Cheeky," you smiled, pecking his full lips.

You pulled away, as you heard a noise behind you. He frowned, "Wait there," he whispered, making his way into the kitchen. "For fucks sake, Finn!" you heard him shout. Walking over slowly, you went to check who it was. A tall young man, was stood eating a sandwich with the fridge door open.

"Alright?" he said to you. Tommy glared at him, and whacked him across the back of the head. "Oi, show some respect." he warned.

Putting his sandwich down, he wiped his hand on his trousers. "I'm Finn, Tom's brother, nice to meet you," he said, extending his hand.

"Y/n," you replied. Thomas slammed the fridge shut, "Right, take your sandwich and fuck off, yeah?" he told him, clearly annoyed at the intrusion. "Got no food in, have I?" he told his brother.

Tommy had a nonchalant expression, "It's easy, you just go to the shop and buy it," Picking his jacket up, he said bye as he walked past you.

"Sorry about him," he said, shrugging his suit jacket off. "Don't worry about it, does he live with you?" you questioned. "Four floors down, might as well fucking live here," He took your coat and bag, "What you drinking?" he asked. "Whatever you have, can I help?" you offered, walking towards the kitchen.

Opening a wine fridge, there was racks of every wine you could think of. "Do you like wine?" you questioned, peeking inside. "Not really, I'm a whiskey man," He chose a bottle showing it to you, "Red?" he asked, eyes skimming over you. "I'm no wine connoisseur, I just pick by the colour of the label," you laughed.

"Red it is then, ey? You sit and relax," he guided you to the breakfast bar stools, sitting you down. Bending, he kissed you again, lightly nibbling at your bottom lip. "I could kiss you all day, do you know that?" he told you, as he stood in between your legs.

You could feel the heat building. "All day?" you asked, kissing him back. He nodded, "Yep," eyes grazing over your chest, making no attempt to hide it.

As he was pouring the wine, your phone was buzzing in your bag. "Sorry," you said fishing it out. It was Simon, the creep. You red buttoned him. "Wrong number?" he questioned, as it rang again.

You sighed, showing him the screen. "Didn't he get the message?" he said, looking pissed off as he handed you your drink.

"Clearly not, I will put it on silent," you clinked glasses, "Cheers Y/n, here's to a pleasant evening," You tasted the wine, it melted on your tongue. "Cheers Tommy, thanks for having me. Can I take my shoes off? My feet are on fire,”

“Take off what you need to,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “Are you away this flirty, Mr Shelby?” You asked, licking the wine from your lips. “You bring out the dark side of me,” he responded taking food from the fridge. “Oh yes, I am sure you are very innocent,” you flirted back.

“I have some diced beef, was going to make us a quick curry, Do you eat spicy?” He asked, his blue eyes twinkling in the kitchen light. “I’m vegan,” you responded. His face fell, standing, you walked around the breakfast bar.

Feeling confident, you initiated the kiss. “Don’t you like being teased Tommy?” You asked, melting into the embrace. Grabbing you, he lifted you and placed you on the breakfast bar. "Oh, I think you are going to be a handful, Y/n,"

The rest of the evening flowed, he made the curry and you helped. Flirting with each other, kissing and touching when you could. You felt comfortable with him, not pressured. Not like you were expected to do anything. You wanted to, you wanted to be there, to be with him.

“I don’t really cook much at home, I should though” you confessed. He sipped his whiskey, watching you. “I need to tell you something” he said clearing his throat.

“Ok?” You asked nervously, “Are you married ?” He shook his head, placing his drink down. “No, but I have a son,” he confessed, looking guilty.

[valentinoqueen]

Blind Date -

Part 9 -

Pairing - Modern Thomas Shelby and Reader

@kaybeeboop @cloudofdisney - @romanogersendgame @loveableasshole @goldensunflowe-r @captivatedbycillianmurphy @namelesslosers @lauren-raines-x @katsav17 @kamiiyou @fairypitou @answer-the-sirens @vxrixnt@kathrinemelissa @datewithgianni @geminiwolves @lyarr24 @ysmmsy @sixbillionpieces @morgana-olson

It was lunch time before he messaged you. “Good Afternoon Miss Y/L/N, hoping you are still gracing me with your company tonight?” You looked at the text on your Home Screen, don’t read it yet you thought, make him sweat.

You had been hard at work all morning. You had to present your latest design to the board of directors at 1pm. Confident in your ability, but you could already feel your palms sticky at the thought of it. You hated public speaking. Deciding you wouldn’t have time to reply, you quickly message.

“Yes of course, looking forward to it Tommy xx”

You headed off to grab a quick sandwich before your presentation. On your way back he called you, “Hi Tommy,” you answered. “Hey baby, can you talk?” Baby, you thought? Yes please sir.

“Yeah quickly, I have a huge presentation and I am freaking out,” you confessed. Why did you even tell him that? Idiot, you thought. He probably does presentations every day.

"Oh, sorry, don't freak out, Y/n. I am sure, you will be amazing. From what you told me, you are very confident in your job. You need to show that to them,"

His kind words seemed to have a calming effect on you. "Thank you, I just need to try and keep calm. How's your day?" you asked.

"Meeting after meeting, just on the way back from Liverpool. I can pick you up at seven from work, if that's ok?" he offered. "Yeah, that's great, if I survive this I will be here." you laughed.

"You will, show them what you are made off, yeah? Tell them, what they want to hear. Good luck," You thanked him, hanging up.

Feeling much more confident, having spoke to him. The presentation went well and the directors seemed impressed. You breathed a sigh of relief, as you sat back at your desk. You still had a lot to do before the day was over.

Just before 7, you went to freshen up in the bathroom. Wishing you had bought a change of clothes, your feet were aching. Why did you wear such big heels today? The board wouldn’t have been looking at your feet.

Spraying perfume, you applied some bronzer and lipstick. Making your way to the lift, you bumped into your boss, Mr Denver. “Ladies first,” he said pressing the lift. As you both entered, he congratulated you on your pitch. “Oh thank you, I was really nervous." you explained, "I hope it didn't show,"

“No, and there was no need for nerves,” he said, looking you up and down. “If you need someone to practice on, just make your way to my office.” He smiled. "I may have a bottle of Brandy in my desk drawer,"

Er, no thanks, you thought. “Thank you,” you replied sweetly, plastering on a smile. Heading outside, he held the door for you. “Can I give you a lift?” He asked. Keys for his Bentley in his hand, probably one of his many cars.

“She has one,” you heard, from behind you. As you both looked around, Thomas was stood there. Cigarette in mouth, dressed in an expensive suit. “Hi,” you said, throwing the cigarette, he kissed you lightly on the lips.

“Mr Shelby? Isn’t it?” Your boss asked, observing him.

His hand was resting on your waist, was he marking his territory you wondered? “That’s right,” he replied, looking bored. Your boss held his hand out, “Phillip Denver, CEO, didn’t your company renovate the old flats in Digbeth?”

He knew more about him than you did, you thought he owned pubs and imported car parts? “That’s right, yeah, just finished,” he shook his hand then turned to you. “You ready to go?” He asked. This was so awkward. You nodded, “Yes,”.

“I wish you both a pleasant evening,” Mr Denver told you as you walked away. “Thank you,” you called back. Thomas had a strong grip on your hand. Opening the car door for you, he helped you in.

Climbing in himself, he leant across and kissed you. Passionate, but gentle, his hand on your knee. He smelt amazing. “Good Evening,” he smirked. “Good Evening,” you smiled as he started the car. “How did your presentation go, ey?” He asked, looking over at you.

“Good, I think, they seemed to like the pitch. I managed to keep calm, once I got started.” He squeezed your knee. “See, no need to be nervous. Is Denver your boss?” He quizzed, keeping his eyes on the road.

“Yeah, he’s one of them. I take it you didn’t like him?” He had made it quite obvious. “No, he’s a prick. Pitched to design one of our pubs before. Didn’t get it.” Shit, that was going to be awkward at work you thought. “Shouldn’t be offering you a lift if he’s your boss, surely?”

“I think he was just being kind, probably because I am new.” you said, watching his jaw tense. Yeah, fresh meat more like, he thought. You chatted for the rest of the journey, until you pulled up in front of a large building. “I have no idea where I am,” you said.

Walking around, he opened your door helping you out. “My apartment, up there,” He pointed to the top of the building. Bending to kiss you again, he told you, “You look beautiful tonight, Y/n. Shall we?” He took your hand and led you to the large glass doors.

[valentinoqueen]

Blind Date

Part 8 - Previous Parts

Pairing - Modern Thomas Shelby and Reader

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“He can cook?!” Shelley was amazed. “I have no idea, I have only been out with him once. Shit, does that mean at his house?” You panicked. You were sure he would expect sex, you liked to get to know someone first. Didn’t want him to think you slept around.

“People do have one night stands, people do fuck on the first date.” She knew what you were like. “Text him and say thank you. Do you know how much that champagne would have cost? £195 I googled it,” You gasped, “No! No way !” That was a chunk of your weekly wages.

“He must be rich!” Shelley laughed popping open the cork. “I don’t care about money. You know that, it’s a very kind gesture. But, I won’t be bought,” you folded your arms.

Pouring the champagne, she handed you a glass. “Stop overthinking it, he obviously wanted to do something nice for you. Just enjoy the drink and say thanks. Live a little!” You clinked glasses and sipped the champagne, she was right. You always over analysed everything.

Half an hour later, you were laying in a deep bubble bath. Glass of champagne in your hand. The stress of the day was soaking away, you could feel the tension easing away from your shoulders. You decided it was time to text him,

“Thank you so much for the kind gifts. I really didn’t expect anything and you don’t have to spend your money on me. I am now enjoying the champagne. Y/n x”

Relaxing under the bubbles, you heard your phone buzzing. Oh my god, he was FaceTiming you. You let it ring out, then text again, “I am in the bath, sorry,”

“Good timing then, answer FaceTime xx”

Fuck, you panicked. Hair up in a messy bun, face red from the heat. You arranged the bubbles to cover your modesty. He was ringing again. You couldn’t seriously answer. Shit, shit what to do ? He wasn’t going to give up.

Pressing the green button, you made sure your breasts where under the bubbles.

“Wow, just what I imagined,” he smirked at the screen. He looked like he was in some sort of conference room. A large window behind him, showing the city lights in the night sky.

“You imagined me in the bath?” You questioned, he looked good. Hair tousled from a long today, sleeves on his shirt rolled up. “Not just in the bath, Y/n,” he teased. God, he was making you throb with desire just saying your name.

“Did you want proof I’m drinking the champagne?” You held the glass up to show him. He raised his own glass to you, “No, just thought we could have a drink together, cheers,” You raised your glass, sipping at the fizz.

“Those bubbles are arranged very strategically, ey?” He quizzed you, looking disappointed.

“A girl has to protect her modesty, doesn’t she Thomas?” He rubbed his fingers over his lips, “What do you think about tomorrow night? Are you free?”

“I have a deadline, but should be finished by 7 if that’s ok?” His office phone started ringing. “Yeah great, will text you, fuck, have to go. Good night Y/n,”

Hanging up, you sunk back down. You could feel how horny you were, letting your hand wander until it reached where you needed it most. You replayed the conversation in your head, as you touched yourself.

Him rubbing his fingers against those soft lips, you imagined him kissing you again. Just like he did last night, gripping your thigh with his strong hands. Nibbling at your neck, stubble gently grazing your collar bone.

You pulled your nipple with your free hand, whilst rubbing your clit. It was swollen and ready to be touched. You imagined it was him touching you. Long fingers teasing you, fucking you, making you beg for more.

You threw your head back, panting gently as you came. Feeling your juice flow into the water. Again your phone buzzed, “Sweet dreams T x” it read.

If only he knew you were dreaming of him …

Next morning, you were up and dressed early. “Do I take a change of clothes with me ?” You asked Shelley. “What, for in the morning?” She smiled, knowing that's not what you meant. “No! For after work? What would I even wear?”

You had high waisted black trousers on and a purple chiffon blouse. “You look hot like that, nice ass,” You spun looking in the dining room mirror, “Too much?” You questioned. “Stop panicking, my god.” She handed you your coffee.

“I’m not, it’s ok. We might not even meet up yet. I will just see what happens. Shit, I’m late have to go.” You grabbed your coat and bag. “Text me!” She shouted after you.

You felt nervous but excited to see him again..

[valentinoqueen]

Blind Date

Part 7 - Previous parts

Pairing - Modern Thomas Shelby and Reader

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The next morning, he was sitting at his desk grinning at his phone. Lizzie entered, bringing him coffee. She placied it on the desk with documents for him to sign. He didn't look up from his phone.

"You're welcome," she told him. The two of them went way back, childhood friends. They had fucked on and off over the years. She was his PA now, his most trusted worker.

"What? Yeah, thanks," he mumbled. "Let me guess? A new piece of skirt?" she asked, jealousy evident although she had a boyfriend.

"Piece of skirt?" he raised his eyebrow, "You have been spending too much time with Arthur, Lizzie," Sitting on the chair opposite him, "Am I wrong then?" she asked.

"A friend," he downplayed it. "Tommy, sweetheart, you don't have women as friends. You have fuck buddies, use them, throw them away. Bring them back for the odd booty call," She knew she was getting under his skin, and was enjoying it.

"Well, maybe I can't go on like that forever, ey?" He sipped at his coffee, head sore from the alcohol last night. As he licked his lips, he imagined they were yours. Your sweet lips, mind drifting back to the kiss in the cab.

His phone beeped again, he opened it staring intensely at the screen. "Come on then, who is she? Is she over 18?" she teased.

"Yes, of course she is, what the fuck Lizzie?" she was starting to irritate him. "You fucked her?" He shook his head, "I am not having this conversation with you Lizzie, I have work to do,"

She stood, walking over to the door, "You have a lot to do by the sounds of it," she laughed as she left.

"I think I have forgotten what you look like?" he had text you. You smiled as you opened the message, the third one today. “I’m sure you can remember? Or do you need a reminder ?” You teased, knowing that’s what he wanted.

“Mmm, a reminder would be good. Help me get through the rest of the day x”

You should be working really, he was a distraction you shouldn’t have. “Hey, Leah? Can you take a picture of me? Just for a friend,” you lied.

She smirked, “A friend ? Is this friend a male friend?” She questioned, you had got to know each other in the past few weeks. You had similar personalities, and although she was your assistant you were more like friends. “Maybe,” you told her, blushing.

“Give me a sexy pose then,” she giggled holding your phone. Shaking your head, you told her, “No, it should look natural,” Practicing a few poses, she snapped away. You wore a tight black office dress, low cut, not too revealing.

Perched on the chair, bare legs on show you blew a kiss to the camera. “Yes, my god that’s the shot! He will be using it to get himself off tonight,” she exclaimed. “For god’s sake, keep your voice down,” you scolded, “Is it too flirty? Too much?"

“That’s what you want, show him what he’s missing,” she reassured. You weren’t good at this, playing games. You didn’t even know how to flirt. You sent it before you could change your mind.

“Fuck,” he said as he opened his phone a while later. He could instantly get hard, just looking at you. “She’s hot,” said Finn, sitting next to him. “Show us,” shouted John. “Fuck you,” he said, “Back to business,”

“New screensaver, fact. You look so hot!” He replied.

“Not sure that would look good in Business meetings? Might have to keep it for your private collection x”

Fuck, you knew how to play him. Telling him what he wanted to hear. He flicked through his diary, trying to figure out when he could see you again.

You worked until 8 that night on your new project. You didn’t even have time for lunch. Leaving the office you hailed a cab to go home. Checking your phone, you hadn’t heard from him again. You felt somewhat disappointed.

As you got into your apartment, Shelley ran towards you excitedly. She was clapping her hands, “I was about to send out a search party for you. I’ve got something to show you,” You kicked off your heels, feet throbbing.

“It’s been a long day Shell,” She was grinning like a child at Christmas. “Come on,” she pulled you through to the kitchen. There was a huge bunch of red roses, all with diamanté diamonds on the petals. A magnum bottle of champagne and chocolates.

“They are gorgeous Shell, Paul has outdone himself this time,” you were happy her boyfriend was finally making the effort with her. She pushed you, “I wish! they are for you! Not me !” She handed you a card.

“Dearest Y/n, Roses and Chocolates for you, you deserve to be spoilt after a long day. The champagne, to share with Shelley. Enjoy yourselves. I have to work tonight. If you are free tomorrow, I can cook us a meal?” Love T x”

[valentinoqueen]

Blind Date -

Part 6 - Previous Parts here

Pairing - Modern Thomas Shelby and Reader

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The rest of the evening flowed and you were soon back in a cab on your way home. Tommy had insisted on sharing a cab with you. Even though you were living in Perry Bar, and he was miles away in Kings Heath.

His arm was around you in the cab, he smelt so good. As you looked up into his eyes, he leant into your ear. “Can I kiss you, Y/n?” You smiled up at him, closing the distance, meeting his full lips.

His hand went into your hair, as the kiss deepened. The chemistry was electric, the whole evening had been building up to this moment. His other hand moved to your leg, grabbing your thigh, lifting it up in his grasp.

Long fingers lightly touching under the hem of your skirt. You let him, you wanted him, so you let him. No, not on the first night, you corrected yourself. As horny as you were, no you couldn’t. You didn't even know him “Here we are,” the cab driver stated.

Pulling apart, you straightened your skirt. "Just wait here a minute, mate," Tommy told him handing him some money. He climbed out, extending his hand for you, walking you the your door. "You don't have to walk me to the door, I am three floors up," you giggled at him.

"Seeing you home safely, Y/n," his arm was around you as you opened the main entrance with your fob. "The lift is temperamental," you explained, but to your relief it opened. He pushed you inside gently, as the doors shut, he was all over you.

Feeling every curve, kissing your neck, you were loving it. There was definitely a spark between you. Lifting your arms, he held them above your head, fighting for dominance. One of your legs wrapped around him, pulling him closer. He was hard.

You couldn't help but moan into his mouth. "Fuck, I've been dying to do that all night," he told you as the lift doors opened. You took his hand, grinning at each other.

Standing outside your apartment, you told him, "I would invite you in, but my flatmate is here too," He kissed you again, pulling you to him, hands squeezing your pert ass. “Have to make to with a goodnight kiss, ey?”

The door flew open, revealing Shelley in her robe. The action caused you both to stumble. "Oh shit, sorry, thought you had forgotten your key, Y/n," She covered her eyes, pretending she had seen anything.

You were embarrassed to be caught, but Thomas was unfazed. He held his hand out, "Thomas, you must be Shelley," She shook his hand, watching him suspiciously.

"Are you the mystery man, who rescued her from Simon the wanker?" Shelley had no filter, she said what she thought.

"Guilty, you had a lucky escape with him, Y/n." He kissed your cheek, "I should go, will call you. Nice to meet you Shelley." He smiled at you as he walked away, not looking back as you said bye.

Grabbing your arm, she pulled you into the apartment, slamming the door.

“What the hell?” She mouthed, shutting the door. “I might be a little bit drunk,” you grinned. Holding your thumb and forefinger up to shows her the amount. She stared at you, a smirk on her face. “Have you been out with him all night?”

She questioned, desperate for details. “Yes, he was texting me all day and just turned up at work to pick me up,”

“Just turned up?” She questioned, “Can I say you totally downplayed his hotness? Jesus, Y/n, get in there before someone else does,” she advised.

“We are just friends,” you shrugged, grinning like a cheshire cat. “Friends that were practically fucking in the hallway?” You rolled your eyes, she loved to exaggerate. You hugged her goodnight and went off to bed.

He had text you, “I can still taste your sweet lips on my mouth. Can’t wait to taste them again,” Naughty, you thought, you were already horny now. "Did you like the taste?" you text him back.

Fuck, he thought in the back of the cab. What was it about you? he couldn't get enough. "Very much, counting down the days to kiss you again. Sweet dreams, T xx"

You had a lovely evening together and you were definitely attracted to him. You reminded yourself to be wary. He could have a group of women on the go, he seemed like a player.

[valentinoqueen]

Blind Date-

Part 5- Previous Parts Here

Pairing - Modern Thomas Shelby and Reader

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Despite your nerves, you felt relaxed around him. Even though he seemed over confident, arrogant even. The conversation was flowing, he was interested in what you had to say. Asking you about yourself and your job.

You were sitting closely to each other, the bar was full. But you hadn't took any notice. The time seemed to fly by. Now onto your third glass of wine and were feeling the effects, after no food. He was sipping whisky, neat. And still seemed sober.

You were beginning to wonder how you were getting home.

“Which part of town is this?” You asked him, “I don’t know where I am to get home,” He placed his glass down and looked at you. Piercing eyes, drinking you in.

“Kings Heath, nice bars around here. It's a upcoming area now,” Putting his hand on your leg, it was light enough pressure for you to feel his heat from his palm.

“You don’t need to worry about getting home. I will see you home safely,” he grinned at you. Watching your reaction, you felt your shoulders relax. “Thank you, or I can just get an Uber. It’s hard not knowing my way around. Do you live around here?”

“You trying to take advantage of me, ey? And come back to mine?” he joked. You instantly flushed, “No, that’s not what I meant,” Putting his hand over yours, he squeezed lightly. His hands were big, manly, long fingers. You wondered where those fingers could go.

“I’m just teasing you, Y/n. Don’t you like being teased?” There was a lot of flirting between you both, definite sexual tension. “Maybe I do? In the right context,” His pupils widened at your comment, “Good answer, just what I was hoping for,”

You gazed into each other’s eyes, electricity building. He leant towards you, was he going to kiss you? He's eyes went to your lips. “Sorry to interrupt Mr Shelby, can we get you and your lady another drink?” The waiter asked.

You broke apart, “No, we are leaving. Get Tony to sort a cab,” Bit rude, you thought.

The waiter scurried away, “Hope that’s ok? Shall we get some food? I know a place not far,” he suggested. “Yes, that’s fine. Better to soak the wine up,” you said sliding out of the booth.

Taking your hand, he guided you back through the bar. “We need to pay,” you shouted in his ear, over the music.

He stopped, turning around, looking at you grinning. But he didn't speak. “I will pay,” you suggested. He frowned, shaking his head. “For one I wouldn’t let a lady pay and two I don’t pay, I own the bar,” he stated flatly, as if it was obvious.

You frowned, confused. “You own the bar?” You asked. “Thought you worked in Business?” He grinned pulling you with him. You liked the way his hand felt in yours.

“I do, I have a few different businesses,” he explained. He was very mysterious, only telling you what he though you needed to hear.

A cab was waiting outside, he guided you in it. Taking you on to an Italian Restaurant, more wine was consumed. It was going to be a rough hangover tomorrow. He told you about his companies and how he was in business with his family.

“I hate to do this, Y/n, but I’m desperate for a smoke,” He confessed.

“That’s fine, go, I need the bathroom anyway,” He stood kissing your cheek, “I will be quick,” he promised.

At the toilet, you text Shelley your flatmate. She was worried when you didn’t come home. You told her you were having drinks and wouldn’t be long. Making your way back to the table, he was waiting for you.

“Edgbaston, that’s where I live, from Small Heath though. Born and Bred.” He stated, sipping his whisky. “Oh I have been there. I had an interview there, didn’t get it though, too young believe it or not,” you shrugged.

You had been for five interviews, before securing this new job. It had knocked your confidence. But you were determined to make a success of this new position. You wanted to prove yourself worthy for the job.

“Their loss,” he said, taking your hand over the table. “I’m glad you agreed to this Y/n, when I take you out again. I can show you around the city?”

“When?” You raised your eyebrow. “You haven’t asked me,” you smiled, licking your lips as you sipped the wine. His eyes were locked on your mouth, your luscious pink lips.

He nodded, “I like you Y/n, I like a woman who knows what she wants. Will you do me the pleasure of agreeing to another date?”

“I will let you know,” you giggled into your glass. "Well, I hope I can change your mind before the night is over," Unexpectedly, he leant over the table and pecked your lips. You felt the energy between you both. Hoping he would kiss you again.

[valentinoqueen]

Blind Date

Part 4 - Previous Parts Here

Pairing - Modern Thomas Shelby and Reader

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Checking your phone while you sat at your desk, you grinned. You didn't think you would hear from him again. Very confident, you thought, you hadn't actually agreed to a date. You would have remembered that.

He probably just wanted to fuck. That wasn't what you were looking for, you were sick of men like Simon. Taking advantage.

“Hmm,” you text back. “I don’t remember actually agreeing?” You smiled to yourself as you sent it.

He was in another meeting, when he’s phone went off. He apologised, tucking it back in his pocket. You were busy the rest of the day. Still getting into some sort of routine in your new job. You had a big project you were starting. And were desperate to make a good impression.

It was 6pm by the time you checked your phone again. “Must be the champagne you had, memory loss? Pick you up after work and you can decide?”

Shit, you thought he had sent that at 2pm. He didn’t even know where you worked. “Just seen this message, sorry, been busy x” Oh god, you put a kiss, oh no, you had sent it now. Too late.

“No worries, I am outside your office,” the reply read.

“Fuck!” You said aloud, he must be joking. He didn’t even know where you worked. You looked around the room, expecting him to appear.

“Very funny, you don’t even know where I work,” you replied, getting your coat to leave. It had been a long day, after a late night.

“You told me last night, love,” he instantly replied.

Racing to the bathroom, you sprayed some perfume, applied lipstick, brushed your hair, had a mint. You weren’t prepared for a date. He can’t be really outside can he? What would you say if he was?

“Going out tonight?” Your friend Louise asked you in the bathroom. “I’m not sure, it seems that way. I’m not dressed to go out, though,”

You straightened your pencil skirt, tucking your red chiffon blouse in neatly. “You look hot to me, enjoy!” She shouted on her way out.

Your heart was racing, was he really there? Getting into the lift, you made your way downstairs. As you pushed the door open, there was a black Range Rover parked outside. Someone sitting in the drivers seat.

The door opened and he climbed out. It was him. A dark blue suit on, with a white shirt, slightly open at the collar. Making your way over to the car, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. “We meet again, Y/n,” he said, leaning forward kissing your cheek.

My god, the way he said your name in the husky voice was giving you the feels. “It seems so, I didn’t think you were serious,” you giggled. “Oh, I am always serious,” he said winking at you, those intense eyes of his twinkling.

Opening the car door, he gestured for you to step inside. “Not sure if I should be getting in a car with a strange man,” you said, as you climbed in, smoothing down your skirt.

“Oh, trust me, your much safer with me,” He leant over you fastening your belt. He smelt so good, a hint of musk aftershave. Walking around he got back in and started the engine. “So where to? A drink ? Food ?” His eyes went to your bare legs, drinking them in.

You were nervous around him, like a naïve school girl. Calm yourself, you thought. “I have no idea where people go. I’m new to this area,” you confessed. “I’m not really dressed to go out either, I’m in my work clothes. I wasn't expecting this,"

Again his eyes grazed over you, “You look beautiful,” he commented.

“How about a drink then you can decide, ey?” He pulled away, the expensive car roaring through the streets. “Nice car,” you commented. “Haven’t had it long, it’s expensive to run. But worth it for the ride.” His hand grazed your leg, as he changed gears.

“Did I really tell you, where I work last night?” you asked. He grinned, “You weren’t that drunk, love. You told me the name of the company, then just had to do some research,”

You turned to face him, “Research? On me?” Stopping at the traffic lights, he locked eyes with you, “On the company, Y/n Y/l/n, 25, newest employee,”

You raised your eyebrow, “You seem to know an awful lot about me, in 24 hours,”

“I’m hoping to know a lot more, Y/n,” There it was, that flutter you got when he said your name.

Pulling up outside a bar, he threw the keys to someone. Helping you out, you noticed they all greeted him. “Just park it round the back, Tony,” he told the young man, handing him money.

His hand pressed onto your lower back, as he slowly guided you into the bar. Two men stopped him on the way, shaking his hand. “This way, Y/n,” he whispered in your ear. There was a booth at the back, empty, though the rest of the bar was full.

He waited until you sat, and slid in next to you. The red leather cold on your bare legs. “Do you know the owners?” You asked inquisitively. “Something like that, love,” he winked, handing you a drinks menu.

[valentinoqueen]

Blind Date

Part 3 - Previous Parts Here

Pairing - Modern Thomas Shelby and Reader

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Thomas Shelby wasn't a fan of social media. He knew the companies he owned, had various accounts for promotion purposes. He had nothing to do with that though. When he had got back to his rooftop apartment, he couldn't help but google you.

Your name came up, under Revival Design. A new team member, looks as though you hadn't been there very long. There was a picture of you behind a desk, smiling at the camera. Y/n Y/l/n, it read. God, you look beautiful, he thought.

Logging on to Instagram just like Finn had taught him, he typed your name in. Nothing. Fuck, he knew people didn't always use their real name. He looked under the Revival Design page, you were tagged. @y/n_Y/l/n/-design. Schoolboy error, no privacy.

He tried again, and found your account, it wasn't even set to private. Anyone could be looking at your pictures, he thought. There was a profile picture of you, clearly on holiday somewhere in a bikini. Sitting on the beach, smiling at the camera. Brunette hair, flowing in the wind, green eyes, sparkling in the sunshine.

He felt his cock stir just looking at you. As soon as he had seen you tonight, he couldn't take his eyes away. There was an air of innocence about you, but he knew from your brief conversation together. That you wouldn't take any nonsense.

He could of had his pick of women tonight, he usually did. Someone to just satisfy his need. Scratch the itch. But his blood had been boiling, as he had watched you with your date. As he had left you alone, had sat texting on his phone, talking about himself.

You had looked bored from the start, obviously a blind date. When Simon had placed his hand on your leg, he had wanted to take his gun out and shoot him in the face.

He never usually asked women for their number. Never needed to, they normally threw themselves at him. A rich, powerful, business man. Wondering if he should text you, he decided against it. Don't look too eager, he thought.

When you had got home you told your flatmate, Shelley all about your date. “What a wanker!” She said, “As if he would blow you off to watch the boxing,”

You shrugged, "He wanted me to blow him off clearly, I don’t know why I bothered going." you huffed. She roared with laughter, "Luckily you didn't have to then,"

"Then the weirdest thing happened, some stranger sent me a drink over with a note,” You reached in your bag to show her.

“Ooh sexy, shouldn’t be left alone,” she grinned. "What drink was it? Why didn’t you just sit with him instead?” She questioned, pouring you a gin and tonic.

"It was champagne! Can you believe it? He asked me to join him, followed me outside. I somehow gave him my number,” You covered your face with your hands, embarrassed, “He sort of talked me into it,”

She clapped her hands, “Oh my god, you dark horse. You could have got laid tonight,” she said shoving you. “I don’t even know him, Shell,” you reasoned. “You don’t have to babe, we all have needs. Was he hot?”

A huge smile spread across your face, “So hot, he had these intense eyes. But he was a bit full of himself, cocky,” She waved her hand to disagree,

“That’s just men, you want a confident man. Someone to throw you on the bed and show you a good time. Not go and watch the boxing,” You both laughed in agreement, saying goodnight, you climbed into bed. Thoughts of the blue eyed stranger drifting into your dreams.

The next day, Thomas had meetings all day. One after the other, he’d been discussing exporting goods. It was 2pm by time he got a coffee break, taking his phone out he looked at your Instagram account again.

You had posted a picture that morning, of you and your friend in Starbucks. Long hair flowing around your pert breasts, prominent in the blouse you wore. He sighed, "Fuck it," he said to himself aloud. He had to text you,

"I remember you agreeing to our date last night? Have you got plans later? T x"

Putting his head in his hands, he wondered what the fuck he was doing. He never chased women, but, somehow he knew he had to have you.

[valentinoqueen]

The Blind Date

Part 2 - Part 1 here

Pairing- Modern Thomas Shelby and Reader

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“Excuse me?” You asked. There he was, leaning against the wall, smoking. “Lucky escape with your date, ey,” You felt his intense gaze on you, like he was undressing you. Thinking what he would do to you, if he could.

“How do you know he wasn’t my boyfriend?” you questioned, trying to sound confident. He must have figured out it was a blind date.

He chuckled to himself, a smirk dancing on his full lips “Bit obvious love,” You turned away from him, looking up and down the road. No cabs. Who was he to judge you? Making fun?

“Why don’t you come back in, have another drink?” He asked, blowing out his smoke away from you. His clothes looked expensive, you noticed he was wearing a Rolex. Why was he talking to you? You were just a plain Jane.

“No thanks, and it seems you already bought me one,” You rubbed your arms, wishing you had brought a jacket. “Couldn’t leave you sat alone, without a drink, now could I?” Hearing footsteps approaching, you turned around. He was directly behind you.

“So where’s the boyfriend gone?” He asked, you could smell his breath, he was that close. “You don’t have to take this piss, you know he’s not my boyfriend. And if you must know, he’s gone to watch the boxing with his friends.”

Spotting a cab, you waved your arm. But it drove past you. “Ouch, that’s rough. He’d rather watch the boxing than be here with you? What a dick!”

“Yeah, well I was glad he went. He was only after a quick fuck,” You stepped back, trying to create some distance. “So disappointing,” he observed raising his eyebrow. “A quick fuck? No one wants it quick,”

You didn’t quite know what to say to that.

“Maybe you should let me take you out? Show you a good time. Show you, how you deserve to be treated,” You could smell his aftershave, even the whisky he had been drinking. Lingering on his hot breath.

His intense gaze never left your eyes. “How do I deserve to be treated ?” You asked, your voice came out almost as a whisper.

“Like a lady, a beautiful woman like you, should be wined and dined, spoilt,” He licked his lips as he spoke to you.

“Seems you have plenty of ladies to spoil inside?,” you quipped back. He laughed, then you noticed dimples, did he have dimples?

God he was hot, some sort of arrogance about him. But definitely sexy. “They aren’t for me, why would I be here talking to you, if they were?” He seemed like he could talk his way into anything.

“What do you say then, ey? Another drink?” You could see another cab approaching, so stepped forward to flag it down.

“I have work tomorrow,” you told him, waiting for the cab to stop. "Where do you work?" he asked. "Revival design," you replied, why did you tell him that?

He pulled out his phone, the latest i-phone 13, just been released. “At least let me have your number?” He unlocked his phone, handing it to you. The cab had stopped and was waiting for you to get in.

“I could put any number in here,” you told him laughing. “You won’t do that though, you are honest, I can tell,” Typing in your number, you gave the phone back to him. “Tommy,” he told you, as you opened the cab door.

“Y/n,” you said climbing in, “Thanks for the drink.” Once in the cab, you pulled away, not looking back. He was surrounded by women, why did he want your number? You had just given a complete stranger your number. You would never usually do that.

What was it about him? He had talked you into it without you even realising. Your phone started to ring, thinking it was Carly, you answered straight away. "Hello,"

"Ah, just checking it was your real number, I knew you were honest, I could tell," It sounded like he was walking back into the bar. "You could tell from a two minute conversation?" you asked, smiling to yourself.

"Well, I have been watching you all night, Y/n, but you already know that," God the way he said your name in his husky voice. "I noticed, yes,"

"Have a good night, Y/n, I will be in touch," he hung up. What a weird night, you wont hear from him again, you thought.

[valentinoqueen]

The Blind Date

First part.

Pairing- Modern Thomas Shelby and Reader

Tags- @romanogersendgame @loveableasshole @goldensunflowe-r @captivatedbycillianmurphy @namelesslosers @lauren-raines-x @katsav17 @kamiiyou @fairypitou @answer-the-sirens @vxrixnt@kathrinemelissa @kaybeeboop @cloudofdisney @datewithgianni @geminiwolves

You had only been in the bar for an hour, and you were regretting it already. Sat perched on a stool, you adjusted your dress as it rode up revealing your thigh. Your date, Simon had gone outside for a smoke.

Leaving you alone, you didn’t actually mind. He was boring you, liked to talk about himself. Your friend, Carly had set you up with him. Why you agreed now you weren’t sure. You had only been living in Birmingham for a month, a new job had brought you here.

You had qualified from University, as a Graphic Designer three years ago. You had been offered a new job, so moved here, more money, better prospects. Simon worked in the same field as you. She thought you would get along. How wrong she was.

You wondered whether you should order another drink. Maybe getting drunk would make him more interesting. Taking out your phone, you quickly text Carly. “Never again,” The barman approached you, handing you a glass of champagne.

“Oh sorry, I didn’t order that,” you told him. You would never order that, you had debt and still worked an extra job to pay off loans. The champagne was too extravagant for you.

“The gentleman over there sent it for you, with this note,”

Looking around, you met eyes with a strikingly good looking man. Dressed in a blue shirt, slightly open at the collar, suit trousers on, expensive shoes. He was sitting in a table with a group of men and women.

As he caught his eye, he nodded at you and raised his glass. You smiled, feeling yourself going red, embarrassed. Why had he bought you a drink? You didn’t even know him.

Opening the note, you read it. “A beautiful woman like you, shouldn’t be left alone,”

“Oh, you got a drink?” You heard, Simon was back. You quickly put the note in your handbag. Trying to stop yourself from looking over to him again. “Sorry, yes, would you like one?” You asked him, trying to be polite.

“Beer please,” he said, not looking up at you as he was texting. Ordering him a drink, you wondered how much longer you would have to stay.

Maybe you could think of an excuse to leave. When his drink came, he was still texting, so you paid.

Looking over to the stranger, he raised his eyebrow at you and shook his head. You wondered if he was with a girlfriend, five young attractive women were sitting at his table. He didn't seem to be chatting to any of them.

“Then I said to him, I think I deserve a promotion. He said he would think about it, fucking think about it,” Simon babbled on. He might as well be talking to the wall, you thought.

“Sounds promising, I hope it works out for you,” was all you could manage to respond.

“I have to go in half an hour, meeting the boys to watch the boxing match. When do you want go out again? Friday maybe? Yeah Friday is good for me,” he told you, checking his phone calendar.

Meeting the fucking boys you thought, how rude. “I’m not sure about going out again, Simon,” The stranger was staring at you, watching the interaction. “Why not?” He asked defensively.

“Really?” You said, almost laughing. “I don’t think we are very compatible,” you explained. His hand went to your leg, grazing up your thigh. “I think we would be very compatible, Y/n,” he said leaning towards you.

Pushing his hand away, you stood up. “Time to go, I think,” Reaching for your bag, you walked through the bar and outside. Simon followed you, “Fine, that’s how you want to be, you alright getting a cab?”

“Yeah, fine,” you replied, he went to give you a kiss and you offered him your cheek. “Bye then,” he said walking off.

You were left alone, standing in the dark, trying to get a cab. The road was deserted, shit, you might have to walk. “Lucky escape, if you ask me,” You heard from behind you….

[valentinoqueen]

Oh! Since HCs are open may I ask what would happen if the Shelby brothers all had a crush on the same person (reader)? If you can with a sweet and optimistic reader! Thank you so much and completely fine if not!! :D

this is a fantastic and chaotic idea LMAO lets gooooo

First, I think such a kind presence would be odd in the Shelby company at first - but then wholly welcome. A level-headed presence that looks after the boys when Lizzie is overwhelmed and Polly is done with their shit.

You might unintentionally end up playing therapist a few times ... These boys really aren't known for their emotional maturity or ability to handle stress. You may end up help covering up some trouble, getting dragged into the dirtier side of business because you're worried about them ... even though the girls try to keep you from it.

I think they'd like different things about you. Tommy likes that you're level-headed and constantly seeing the positive in people - even if he believes they don't deserve it. Arthur can't get enough of your kindness, and John likes that you pay attention and listen to him.

At first, they don't recognize each other's mutual crushes. Polly recognizes it, and she might be suspicious of your intentions ... then she starts worrying about you. You don't need three of these men after you, and she'll absolutely warn Tommy first. He's the one she's most wary of.

(Because we all know how Tommy deals with his feelings, especially when it comes to pretty women)

You're definitely not Tommy's usual type, but it's hard to resist how genuine you are. Like Polly, he suspected you at first. How could anyone grow up in this place and come out so unscathed? He tries his usual flirting, but... you aren't interested in that. He's literally in the middle of trying to flirt and you stop him with, "Mr. Shelby, are you sleeping well? I know you have business to do, but you're too hard on yourself."

... And you meant it. He's a little taken aback, and you use that opportunity to excuse yourself and get back to work. He might invite you out for a drink ... and you don't always accept. I don't think he's used to women not just falling all over him.

Then there's Arthur, who you've come into contact with in a totally predictable way: When he's injured, and you're the only one around to tend to him. You insist on it, because he's obviously not okay and shouldn't be bleeding all over the place. You've patched him up several times after that, and asked after him when he didn't seem okay. He really can't resist that kind of consideration, and his crush is obvious to anyone with eyes.

With John, he tried to flirt with you right away, which you brushed off. He starts to take you more seriously when you prove yourself to be on top of things, and not only that, you reassure him that he does belong to the company. John often feels shadowed by one brother or another, or like he's the only sane one. It's good to have someone else who seems to agree, though like Arthur, you're still talking John out of something stupid every week.

Tommy picks up on his brother's feelings right away. First, he can't remember the last time all three of them were interested in the same person - what was that, primary school? Right away, he feels a knee-jerk annoyance that you don't obviously favor him. He's aware how stupid and juvenile that is. Doesn't keep him from feeling it.

Arthur isn't aware of John's feelings, but he starts to pick up on Tommy's, and it makes him feel awful. He was already feeling unworthy of you to begin with, and now he assumes you're more interested in Tommy. Yes, he assumes this without saying anything to you or his brother. Arthur starts keeping his distance from you, mostly to soften his own aching heart. He doesn't even begin to think he has a chance.

John is utterly oblivious to his brother's affections, up until Ada lets it slip what Tommy and Arthur think about you, and then it hits him like a ton of bricks. How did he not notice? He feels stupid, and after that, he's pissed. As far as he's concerned, he was there "first", so to speak. Tommy will just get bored of you and Arthur is too much to handle, clearly he's the better choice. He's confident about that up until he sees you again, then nerves take over, especially if you're talking with one of his brothers.

If you're ignorant of all this drama (or trying very hard to avoid it), Polly pulls you in for some tea and a serious chat. She was over this childish pining before it began, and she sternly tells you to make the smart choice - turn these boys down and focus on work. She's less worried about the boys' feelings than she doesn't want you dragged into unsavory Shelby business. If you started seriously dating either one of them, it'd become unavoidable.

This makes for some interesting dynamics: Arthur might concede to Tommy, as he always does, but he wouldn't to John. John would become indignant to both his brothers, and Tommy would coldly consider himself a much better choice than either of them.

Ada and Lizzie both have their opinions, too. They're more open if you actually want to date one of the boys and will give you advice (while bluntly telling the other two to back off and let you be happy).

This 100% has the potential to go very, very awry.

[valentinoqueen]

I wonder if all these deals - time, oprah, ellen, etc were negotiated in 2019 or 2020? sorry when did they leave again?

Ellen is not really a deal, it's mostly PR quid pro quo. The left the UK in November 2019 and quit in January 2020.

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