The Next Step - David Dobrik

The Next Step - David Dobrik

word count: 1859 an: this is going to take place of the course of the entire pregnancy just in case it comes off a bit confusing:)

“Are you sure, David?” I ask, looking at the package of pills in my hand.

“I’m sure as long as you are. We’re ready for a kid.” He takes my hands in his, “This way, it’s out of our hands.”

We had been talking about this for a long time. We decided we wanted children years ago when we started dating. Today I am throwing away my my birth control pills. We are letting it be up to fate. We aren’t trying to get pregnant, but we aren’t trying to prevent it anymore.

“Okay.” I grin, throwing it away in the bathroom garbage bin. None of our friends know that we’re doing this. They’ll be just as surprised as us if we end up pregnant.

David wraps his arms around my pulling me in for a hug. There isn’t a doubt in my mind that this is the next step for us. We both want a family, who cares if we start a little young.

“Maybe we should go try this out.” He smirks, his fingers digging into my hips slightly.

“You know, it doesn’t work that fast.” I bite back a smile.

“We’ll have to see about that.” He throws me over his shoulder making me squeal loudly.

I don’t think that either of us expected to become pregnant in less than two months of that day. We noticed it when I couldn’t keep down my breakfast in the mornings anymore.

“Y/n, you don’t think?” David asks, rubbing my shoulders while I lean back on him. My knees are aching from kneeling in front of the toilet yet again.

“There’s no way. I haven’t even been off the pill for a month.”

I told David there was no way to keep his hopes down. I shouldn’t be able to get pregnant this quickly, no point in getting excited just yet. Once we officially hit one month off the pill and I still had yet to bleed a single drop, I knew that something had to be up.

“Dave.” I say, successfully getting his attention. He takes off his headphones and looks up at me over his laptop.

“What’s up?” He asks.

“I think we should get a pregnancy test.” I smile slightly.

“What?” He yells, hopping up off the couch immediately. He wraps his arms around me in an excited hug.

“Don’t get your hopes up!” I try to calm him down, but I can’t even keep how eager I am hidden. “I don’t know, I just think that there are a few indicators.”

“Let’s go right now.” He tugs on my hand to drag my towards the front door.

“We don’t have to go right now.” I insist, it’s nearly two in the morning. We should be able to wait a few more hours.

“You think I’m going to be able to go back to bed after that?” He says completely dumbfounded.

We get in the car and he drives to the closest gas station that is open. We walk in, hand in hand, and walk over where the condoms are. We’ve stopped here before to make sure we don’t have a baby. Now we’re here for the opposite reasoning.

David pays for it and we get back in the car.

“Ugh, I just want you to take it now.” He pushes his hair back out of his face.

“Okay, Heath might be able to pee in your car easily. That would not be the case for me.” I laugh.

We make it back to the house and I automatically walk to David’s bathroom. He follows me in there, we’ve been together long enough it doesn’t seem weird anymore.

“How long should I set the timer?” David asks, reaching for his phone.

“Three minutes.”

I sit on top of the bathroom counter while we both wait. David stands between my legs, his head resting on my shoulder while we wait.

“No matter what, we are going to be happy right?” I ask.

“Of course. I really want you to be pregnant, but if you aren’t it just means that it wasn’t the right time and we can try again.”

I let out a huff of anxious air. He’s right. The timer on his phone goes off making both of us jump. Wordlessly, David hands me the test to read. I flip it over so I can read the results.

Pregnant.

“Babe.” I grin.

“What?” He asks, already getting excited seeing my reaction.

“We’re having a baby!” I cheer.

Instantly, David wraps his arms around me and pulls me off of the counter to spin around. The whole time he is yelling ‘we’re having a baby’. His excitement only multiplies mine.

That feels so long ago now. Since then we’ve had multiple appointments to find out that we are having a healthy baby. We haven’t decided if we want to know the gender just yet.

“What do you think of this one?” I ask, holding up a paint swatch while looking at a white wall.

“I like it.”

“That’s what you said about the last one.” I shove into David’s side a bit.

“I liked the last one.” He says smugly.

“You’re not helping.”

I tape the color to the wall and step back to look at all of the options we picked all over again.

“I like that one.”

“Me too.” David agrees.

“You don’t even know which one I’m talking about.” I roll my eyes.

“You like it for our child, that’s good enough for me.” He presses a welcomed kiss to my lips.

More months pass and now it’s finally the last few days. Most women can’t wait to no longer be pregnant, but I know I’m going to miss it. The feeling of being so close to them, and never being alone. I can’t wait to meet the little bean swimming around in there.

“Wow, Y/n. You look like you’re going to pop You’re huge.” Zane laughs.

“Zane.” Natalie, slaps his arm.

“I know. Hey, Zane when’s your due date?” I ask, the group goes wild with laughter. Everyone knows it’s all fun, no real hurt feelings. David is filming the whole exchange.

“No, but actually when is your due date?” Kristen asks.

“Yesterday.” I laugh, “Any moment know.”

David smiles and places a warm hand on my extended belly. We both are becoming antsy to meet our little person. The group ends up staying late, I fall asleep on the couch. Everyone is just talking, but I’m too exhausted to listen anymore.

A jolting pain in my lower stomach pulls me out of my slumber. I jerk to sit up, no longer laying on David’s lap.

“Are you okay?” He asks, his brows furrowed with concern.

“I don’t know, I just-” I interrupt myself with a loud groan in pain.

“She’s going into labor!” Erin cheers.

The group erupts in cheers of excitement. Now David and I are too anxious to join them.

“Are you actually?” David asks.

“I think so.” I answer while taking deep breaths. “I need to get to a hospital.”

David helps me up off the couch. Jason follows us out the door with David’s camera in hand. David helps me into the passenger seat of the car while Jason lets himself in the back.

“Jason, I don’t think now is the best time.” David somewhat yells, letting his stress out on him.

“Trust me, you’re going to want this later. I’m not talking about the vlog, just to have for life.” Jason explains his sweet sentiment. I feel like if someone had to come with us to the hospital it’s probably a good thing it’s him.

“Fuck.” David exclaims having to slow down for a red light.

“Babe, calm down. I’m okay.” I reach out a hand to press to his cheek, “We’re okay.”

David nods and takes a deep breath. The rest of the car ride is more calm. We make it to the front door to the emergency room. Jason takes the car to try and find a parking spot.

“She’s in labor!” David explains to anyone who would listen making me laugh.

“It’s okay.” I laugh at him, “We can go to the front desk. I’m not going to explode right here right now.”

We check in and they take us to a room right away. Jason catches up with us at some point finding our room. I honestly forget that he’s there, he is just filming candid moments between David and I and helping when he can.

The labor doesn’t last long, thankfully due to my late due date. It’s only a few hours of pain before we welcome the newest Dobrik.

“It’s a boy.” The doctor says with delight. He holds up our child so we can see him before the check him out and clean him off.

“We have a baby.” David cries, leaning in to hug me. He has yet to let go of my hand this entire time.

“We have a baby boy.” I correct with a laugh.

Soon enough the doctor comes back with our child and hands him to me. I sit up as best as I can, David wraps an arm around my back to help support me.

“He’s perfect.” I whisper, studying all of the details on his face.

He’s the perfect mix of David and I. I can easily find both of us in him. He is our little mixture, evidence of our love.

I hand him to David, who has yet to stop crying.

“Hi little man.” He whispers to our child. My heart melts at the sight.

We don’t want to give him up, but they force us so we can get some sleep. Jason heads back to the house to get some stuff for us. In our rush to get here we forgot our baby bag. David adjusts the pillows on the couch trying to get comfortable.

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing over there?” I ask, raising a brow.

“Getting ready for bed.” He says as if it’s the most obvious fact.

“All the way over there?” I pout.

“Y/n, you forced a human out of you today. You need your rest, and your own bed to do so.”

I understand that David is trying to care for me and put me first, but right now I just want him close to me.

“Yes, I forced a human out of me today, and all I want to do is cuddle with you.”

David finally gives in and shuffles over and climbs into bed with me.

“Can you believe we have a baby?” I whisper.

“Our little family is growing.” He says proudly.

“Yes it is.” I agree with a matching smirk.

“So what’s the next step?” He questions.

“David, I just had your first child. You can’t get me pregnant again just like that.”

He rolls his eyes, knowing that I’m messing with him.

“We’ll see about that.”

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Hide N’ Seek

Summary: Tommy comes homes form work wanting to relax with his wife and kids but when he enters the front door his wife is the only one waiting to greet him. Turns out, his children wanted to keep him on his toes and decided to play a game of hide n’ seek with their father. The mobster isn’t as good as many would think, having to get help during the search.

Request: Hey! I love your writing and I was hoping you could do Humor 14: He/ she/ (y/n) is hiding behind the couch with Tommy please? Thank you!

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Thomas Shelby x Reader

Word Count: 882

Warnings: language, alcohol, pregnancy

A/N: This is kinda short but it’s super cute. I love Tommy with kids, it just melts my heart. This also isn’t really edited, so excuse anything that doesn’t make much sense. Anyway, let me know if you wanted to be added to the taglist. Requests are open for everything. I would really like requests for gif imagines and headcanons because I really enjoy writing those, plus they are fast to write.

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Stepping foot inside the warm home, Tommy was met with almost complete silence as he shrugged his coat off and hung it on the coat rack. Following the small noise that left the library of his massive house, he stopped in the door and watched his wife rummage through a stack of books. She was muttering to herself, flipping through the pages of one book before tossing it for another. Tommy raised a brow at her behavior and cleared his throat.

Y/n jumped, the book in her hand falling to the floor. She turned, eyes wide, to relax when she saw her husband. “Don’t scare me like that, Tommy. God, you’re just as bad as your children.” She turned her attention back to the stack of books in front of her. 

Picking another book up, Tommy waltzed over to her, his movements confident like always, and leaned against the bookshelf next to her. “What are you doing?” he asked and picked a book up from her stack. 

“Looking for that scone recipe I like. I’ve been thinking about them all day and now I have to make them.” Y/n glanced up from the book in her hands to see her husband flipping the book between his hands. 

“The same scones you craved when you were pregnant?” She nodded, looking back at the book. “This isn’t your way of telling me…”

Y/n let out a laugh and set the book down. “Oh, heavens no.” She smiled at him, walking into his open arms. “That’s for the children to do.”

Tommy broke the embrace, looking down at his wife to see if she was serious or not. “Are you… Are you really?” A huge smile gave him his answer. “God, that’s fucking wonderful.” He pulled her flush against his chest, planting kisses anywhere he could reach. 

Giggles let her lips as Y/n backed away, it always amazed her how loving Tommy was with her and their children then he was with the rest of the world. She just wished that his enemies could see him now, melting with love over his wife. “Tommy… Tommy, love, the kids wanted to be the first to tell you,” she informed him.

The kisses stopped and he pulled back enough to see her face. “Oh, yes. Where are they? I didn’t hear them when I came in.”

“They’re playing a game of hide n’ seek and you’re supposed to find them.”

Tommy smiled, planting a kiss on her lips. “God, I fucking love you.”

Smiling, Y/n shooed him out of the room, following close behind him to make sure he found their kids. 

Tommy looked high and low for them, but Marie and Charlie were better hiders than he thought. He knew they would be tricky to find as he searched the kitchen and the rooms upstairs. They were young, four and three to be exact, and could fit anywhere a cat could. It was almost an impossible mission. It didn’t help that his wife did nothing but laugh at his frustration when he came up empty every time. 

“Where the fuck could they be?” A sigh escaped his lips as he opened a bottle of whiskey, pouring the amber liquid into a glass. “I’ve searched the whole house, don’t tell me they’re out in the stables, I told you it’s not safe for them to be out their alone.”

Y/n rubbed his arm, leaning against him. “I know, I know. I don’t want them out their alone either.”

He nodded solemnly and took a sip of his drink. “Where are they then?”

“Marie is hiding behind the sofa in your office,” she said and watched her husband look at the ground in disappointment. “And Charlie is hiding under your desk.

Tommy swore, muttering to himself that he should have checked their first, and headed to his office. He swung the door open and walked over to his desk. Moving the chair, he bent over and pulled his son out from under the wooden furniture. “There’s my boy.” He hoisted him on his hip and went over to the sofa to find Marie. 

Once both children were found and in their father’s arms, they told him multiple times they had something to tell him. Tommy sat them on the sofa, kneeling in front of them. “What is it?”

Marie jumped up and down, having a hard time keeping the information to herself. She had a better understanding of what she was to tell him and knew how important it was. “Mummy’s gonna have a baby!” She shouted, her tiny voice filling the room. Her father smiled while Charlie pouted, he wanted to be the one to tell him. 

“Is she now?” He raised a brow and glanced over his shoulder at his wife. “You wanna help me make scones for mummy?” he asked the two. They nodded eagerly and jumped off the sofa, racing to the kitchen. Before Tommy could leave his office though, Y/n placed a hand on his chest, stopping him.

“I couldn’t find the recipe, Tommy.”

His lips turned up in a devilish grin. “I know,” he said, pulling a piece of paper out of his pocket. Glancing at it, Y/n smiled back. “But I found it.”

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Family Secrets

Summary: Polly finally lets slip what the real Shelby curse is and as the youngest Shelby, with a little encouragement from John, you feel obligated to use it to your own advantage

(Gif by @mistress-gif) A/N: I wrote this one when I couldn’t sleep, a long time ago, fuelled by my own frustration of being picked on as the youngest. This has been a headcanon of mine for ages and I finally put it to paper. I never had any intention of posting it, but because I’ve reached the 500 followers mark, I decided to share. It’s short, fluffy and a lot lighter than the actual series. Enjoy!

Words: 3220

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“Give me the fucking book, John!” you bellowed through the kitchen. Your aunt was adamant that you’d all eat together, one day a week, on Sunday. These dinners were great and important, but they always ended in chaos. Tommy usually left early to get on with work, so he was never part of the sibling banter that ensued. You had just finished eating and while aunt Polly was busy clearing the dishes, you thought you could read a little. How wrong you were.

Holding the book out of your reach, the most annoying brother in the world was grinning broadly at you. “I will punch you in the fucking throat…” you threatened. This only made John laugh harder and he threw the book over your head towards Arthur who caught it nimbly. “How about me, little sister,” Arthur said playfully, “Are you going to cut me?” With a sigh you turned around and made another failed attempt at grabbing the book. Arthur threw the book back at John and a little game had started that you had no energy for. Still, you wanted that fucking book. “Forget the book, Y/N,” Ada commented from behind her own book, “Let them have their fun.”

But you were too stubborn for your own good, “I’ll be damned if I let them win…” which gave rise to more laughter from your brothers. So you grabbed the nearest tea towel and threw it in Arthur’s face. Before he could remove it, you pounced and actually felt the book beneath your fingers now. Polly paused her work and watched the scene with interest, partially because it was sweet, in a very Shelby manner, and partially because she wanted to put a stop to it before her kitchen got destroyed. You were so close, but Arthur grabbed you around your waist and managed to get the book back to John. Now you were well and truly stuck. “Right, what now?” he teased in a low voice. “Get the fuck off!” you screamed, when John walked over to you and dangled the book in front of you. Stretching out your arms as much as you could, you could almost reach it. But John, evil as he was, used his other hand to tickle your ribs and you immediately crumpled down in Arthur’s arms. The second brother soon joined in and now you were being attacked by two pairs of hands. You dissolved in a mess of giggles within seconds and there was nothing you could do. Sliding down onto the floor, with very little hope of rescue from your sister or aunt, you were at their mercy completely. And then, like some miracle, Ada intervened. She grabbed John by the collar and pulled him back. You gasped for breath as soon as you could. “She’s had enough, John,” Ada said sternly, “Back off, or you’re next.” Arthur looked down on you with a huge grin on his face, “Ada, we both know she can take much more than that…” “Noo!” you wined and without waiting for him to finish his sentence, you rolled away on your stomach across the kitchen until you bumped into your aunt. “Should’ve punched him in the throat,” she said softly to you. “Don’t be a baby!” John called out, “It’s your own fault.” “How the fuck is it my fault?” you replied indignantly from the floor. “For being so fucking sensitive,” John grinned. Arthur joined in, “That’s right. Just turn it off.” You rolled your eyes almost audibly. 

John scoffed and pushed Ada away, “You’re fourteen now, Y/N. Time to learn.”

Polly turned around swiftly, “Oh, like you ever did!”

“What?” your head shot up.

Ada looked at you with a smirk, “What, you thought you were the only one?”

As you got to your feet, Polly helped you up and said meaningfully, “That’s the real family curse, sweetheart.”

Years of them pinning you down and teasing you bubbled up in frustration, “Are you saying that I’ve been going through torture for all these years, thinking that it was just me, when all this time…”

Arthur shrugged, “You’re the youngest and smallest. Comes with the territory.” 

“Besides, we’re stronger,” John added smugly. He was right of course, which made it all the more annoying.

Polly threw down the washing cloth and theatrically said, “Welcome to the Shelby family, feared by all in Birmingham and where everyone is ticklish as fuck.” Your entire worldview had been altered in seconds. Apparently this wasn’t news to your siblings, because they all looked completely unimpressed by this bit of information, while you stood there with your mouth hanging open in surprise. You had to think about this for a while, “Even Tommy?” “When we were kids we used to make fun of him,” John recalled with a glint in his eyes, “it’s just his ribs, but if you poke him suddenly, he literally jumps.” “He went absolutely feral,” Arthur nodded. An idea was taking shape in your head, “Would that still work, you think?” “You’ll only get yourself killed,” Ada commented in her usual bored tone of voice. “Do it!” John urged, “Come Ada, you know she’ll get away with it.” You and John had always been the most mischievous in the family and you shared a look with a similar twinkle in your eyes. You finally knew something Tommy didn’t know. This was your one chance to catch Thomas Shelby by surprise. ***

For the next couple of days, you tried to get your brother alone. It was strange, because on the one hand you couldn’t wait to try out your plan. Envisioning how he would react was brilliant already, but the feeling of power you had was even greater. However, you also feared his reaction. Thomas Shelby was a busy man and he had very little time for anyone these days. When he did spend time with you, it was short and it often involved him reprimanding you. In all honesty, you were a little scared of him, but not scared enough to let a prank like this one go to waste. You’d deal with the consequences, whatever they were.

John might’ve been even more excited than you were and whenever Tommy left to go somewhere on his own, he motioned you frantically to follow him. Finding the right time proved almost impossible though. So you decided just to get on with it. This was the day you would find out if your brother shared the family curse. Unfortunately, he’d been in a bad mood all day. He’d called a family meeting at breakfast and had left quickly after that. They’d all reconvene in the evening. Dodging all your other responsibilities, you shadowed Tommy for most of the day, but he had one business meeting after the other. His mood was getting darker and darker, and you began to wonder if you were actually suicidal. But then, suddenly, you found yourself alone with him outside. “Y/N,” he said strictly, “Tell me what’s been going on.” You’d come outside for some peace, because today was one of the busiest days at the shop and you’d had enough of the noise. Outside, you planned on reading your book and you’d forgotten about Tommy for a minute. Until he had appeared suddenly. “Nothing,” you said, looking up.

“Then why have you been following me all day, eh?” He sounded annoyed almost and all courage left you.

Improvising quickly, you said, “Missed you at dinner last Sunday.” “I was there,” he lit a cigarette and sat down next to you on the stone steps.

“For five whole minutes…”

“There was business to attend to.” “And there’s family to attend to as well,” you replied, without missing a beat. Silently, he side-eyed you and a small smirk played around his lips, “You’re right, I’ll do better next week. Am I forgiven?” “No,” you feigned anger. He turned his head towards you and he smiled, and you couldn’t help but smile back.

The bond you had with Tommy was a complicated one. In many ways you were very similar, but the war had changed him the most. Sometimes you felt like you’d lost him completely, when you thought of how you used to talk and laugh with him when you were younger. These moments were so rare now. And these exact thoughts did the trick and you decided that you had to be the one to make that old Tommy come back, if only a little. So you said a silent prayer, decided not to overthink it and poked him in the ribs once. The effect was immediate. Thomas Shelby shot up and nearly rocketed himself off the steps. With a wild look of betrayal he turned his eyes on you and you almost burst out laughing.   “Are you okay? What’s wrong?” you asked innocently.

He cleared his throat, ran a hand through his hair and sat back down. Apparently, we’re pretending this never happened, you thought. 

A few seconds of awkward silence later, you poked him again. This time, a small yelp escaped him. The most feared gangster in Birmingham yelped, and you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing any longer. 

As you were still trying to regain composure, Tommy pointed at you with a menacing finger, “Do that again and you will not live to tell the fucking tale.” You could only snort in reply. He was trying so hard to act all scary and while that had an effect on most people, you just couldn’t be bothered right now. It was too funny. Besides, you thought you could detect just a hint of mirth behind those pale blue eyes and decided to risk everything on just that.

“I mean it, Y/N,” he repeated, raising his eyebrows, “Do it again, I fucking dare you, and see what happens.” So you did it again. 

In a flash, he was up and dove for you. But you were faster and jumped out of the way. Like you two were part of a bad play, you started circling each other around the small yard. Neither said a word and seconds felt like hours. Then Arthur called from inside the house, “Tom!”

“You called a family meeting,” you reminded him, while relaxing a little at the prospect of escape.

Tommy’s eyes stayed on you and he cleared his throat again, “Fuck, alright. You’re coming with me.” And he lifted you up and threw you over one shoulder. Your shrieks filled the house as he walked through the betting den, over to the table where the family was already gathered, with you still over his shoulder. Without blinking, the leader of the Peaky Blinders announced, “Right, well you’re all here. Let’s talk business quickly…” Aunt Polly pointed vaguely at your ass, which was sticking up in the air, “You do realise you have my niece in your arms?” “Well aware, Poll,” Tommy continued, like it was the most normal thing to do in the world, “Business! We’ve done well this week. John’s shown me the books and we’re making more money than ever. Next week, we’re buying a new horse and I’m going to race her.” Flabbergasted, the family stared at Tommy. You could see the million questions on their faces, but they decided to wait until he was done talking. You had also refrained from protesting by now. “Poll, as treasurer I need your permission to buy the horse.” She blinked a few times and mumbled, “Buy the horse. Y/N‘s still…” Tommy held up a hand, “Not finished,” and everyone closed their mouths again, “John, I need you to talk to that old widow down the road. She’s recently lost her son and she should become part of our fund. Arthur, for fucks sake, get the books from the Garrison in order.” “It’s those bloody numbers, Tom…” Arthur grumbled in reply. “Are we all clear on what to do?” Tommy finished off in a hurry. When no one replied, he answered for them, “Good!” With this he plucked you down from his shoulder and held you in his arms bridal style. With a grave and business-like tone he announced, “As you all know, this is Y/N Shelby, youngest member of the family. While we were away in France, she kept the fort and she has often provided us some relief in times of stress ever since we’ve come back. But not anymore.” John started to get nervous and looked from you to Tommy. Had they gone too far this time? But then he saw Arthur grinning and even Ada had a small smile on her face, so he knew Tommy was only playing. “Gentlemen,” Tommy continued, “This is the day that Y/N Shelby dies. Say goodbye to your sister.”

And that’s when you decided not to await your fate, so you made a sudden movement and jumped out of Tommy’s arms. Dashing past the table, you sought refuge behind Polly’s back. 

“Told you this would happen, Y/N,” Ada said, not helping at all.

For some reason, Polly got up and left the room, while stating triumphantly, “The secret’s out, Thomas. Deal with it.” Now you just had an empty chair for protection. Tommy pointed at you directly and practically growled, “And it’s going back in.” With three of the largest steps he was at your side once again.

So you held up your hands, “Okay, wait, I can explain.”

“Too late, little sister,” Tommy said in a low voice, “These are family secrets that are not spoken of.”

“You’re such a drama queen, Tommy,” your sister commented, while getting up to leave. And all you could think was: why would you leave me alone with these mad bastards?

You really should’ve known better but decided to go for the cocky approach, “There’s no point in trying to scare me now, Tommy, knowing what I know.” You raised your eyebrows in an attempt to show him you were still in control. You weren’t. In a flash he’d tackled you to the floor and had you pinned down, while whispering ominously, “You picked the wrong brother to fuck with, little sister.”

And for the second time in a week, you cursed your own sensitive skin as dexterous hands attacked your sides. Incapable of little but laughing and screaming, you flailed around hopelessly. Tommy’s face was slowly softening into a smile as well.

“Tommy!” you pleaded between giggles, “It was John, not me!” “Was it now?” he taunted without stilling his fingers, “And who was the fool to listen to his ideas, eh?” He moved up to your ribs, which made the pitch of your laughter increase. “Toohoohoom! Wait!”

Now, it was no secret that your major weakness in life was your sensitivity. Usually it was John who took the most advantage of it, being the mad joker that he was, but he often got Finn or Arthur to join in. Arthur on his own could be absolutely brutal, which was due to his strength as well, so there was no hope for you at all. Ada didn’t bother much, but when she did, she was merciless, much like Polly. But Tommy, he was a whole other story. You didn’t have many moments like this with him anymore, but when he did play and did get his hands on you, it was hell. He knew exactly how to reduce you to a small heap of giggles, pleading for your life and regretting all life choices up to that point. And this was happening right now. His smile was widening and he shook his head, “You thought you could beat me, eh?” “Yeheeeheees,” you admitted. Then he stopped for a second, allowing you to breathe, “Alright, you little devil, I’ll give you one a chance to speak.”

Residue giggles were pouring from your mouth, “Never… listen… to… John.” Tommy looked up at his brother who was showing zero remorse on his face, and he nodded slowly, “Good. What else?” “I’ve learned that Thomas Shelby sounds like a girl when…” but you never got to finish that sentence, as he continued his assault.

“You are way to ticklish to have an attitude like that, Y/N,” he said calmly. 

As he dragged your arms up and dug his hands under your arms, you squeezed your eyes shut, “NOOOO, I’M SOOHOORYYY!” “Are you?” he asked, now smiling broadly at your reaction, “Then tell me what you’ve fucking learned from this, eh?” “YOU DON’T FUCK WITH THE PEAKY BLINDERS!” you managed to shout out between laughs. “That’s right,” Arthur commented, watching the scene while sitting back in his chair, “Finally, she gets it.” Tommy paused and looked at both of his brothers, as if he was waiting for their verdict. “Nah,” John decided to cause more trouble, “I don’t think she has…” Still struggling unsuccessfully to get out of Tommy’s grasp, you shouted, “John, shut your fucking mouth or I swear to God…” Tommy rolled his eyes and interrupted you, “Get her, boys,” he called out, “Let’s teach our sister some respect for her brothers.” So now there were three brothers trying to keep you in place, while you were being tickled from all sides. Why did you listen to John? Why did you not know better than to challenge Tommy? Spluttering, kicking and fighting like crazy, you managed to kick them a little bit at least, but the fact that they were all grinning down on you still meant that it didn’t help much. 

Tears leaking out of your eyes, you shrieked, “YOOOUAAHAHAH AHAHAHALL SUAHAHACK!”

Then Tommy stopped them and crossed his arms in front of him. The amusement was twinkling in his eyes, “Had enough?” “Yep.” you said quickly, wiping the tears from your eyes. “Whatever Polly has told you,” he widened his eyes and brought his face close to yours, “Family secrets are not spoken of.” “Fine!” you called out, “They’re not spoken of.” His smile grew again, “Remember this, Y/N. And remember this was nothing compared to what we can do and what I will do, if you ever feel the need to cross Thomas fucking Shelby again.” You got up, again, and brushed yourself off while sending a death-stare to each of your brothers. But when Tommy smiled at you, there was a certain warmth to it that you hadn’t seen in ages.

“Wankers…” you mumbled carefully. Tommy smirked slightly, “You brought this upon yourself, Y/N. Now you know what happens…” “…when you fuck with the Peaky Blinders. Bladibladibla…” you finished his sentence. Making your way to the door, you turned back for a moment, “To be fair, Tommy, I did just saw you jump up about a foot because you’re actually fucking ticklish. So much for the whole gangster act, I should say.” Tommy’s eyes narrowed, John burst out laughing and Arthur managed to shout out a quick “Oi!” And before anyone could react, you sprinted away. Somehow, this still felt like a victory. Sure, you were the youngest and probably the most sensitive in the family, but you had discovered your own weapon now. John would be next, just for setting you up. Arthur would involve more planning. But finding Tommy’s weakness, that was the real triumph. Behind you, you could hear Tommy sit down and sigh, “Well, boys, we’re well and truly fucked now…”

And you grinned to yourself. The game was on.

***

Masterlist

Sebastian Stan as Scott Huffman

Sebastian Stan as Jefferson(Mad Hatter)

Sebastian Stan as Steve

Sebastian Stan as Chris Beck

All Sebastian Stan Dad Rolls,uhm baby fever hitting me hard...

‘Dunkirk’ Photocall in Dunkerque, France. - July 16, 2017