Where David And The Reader Have A Tennis Match And She Beats Him. LOVE YOUR WRITING BTW!!!!

Where David and the reader have a tennis match and she beats him. LOVE YOUR WRITING BTW!!!!

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“Are you actually recording this?” You exclaim as you watch him bring out his camera from across the net. Everyone in the squad has come out to watch the competition between the couple unfold. 

“I have to! Have you seen what you are wearing?” He asks just before switching on the camera and shoving it to your face. Your cheeks tint red as all of your friends cheer at you from the sideline. You are wearing a skirt and a tight top that accentuates your breasts making them look bigger than they truly are. The outfit looks cute on you.

You cross your arms across your chest feeling a bit self-conscious from everyone’s prying eyes. It feels nice having everyone’s attention you, but you are not used to it. 

“Come here and let me get a better look at you” He reaches out with his opposite hand. He wears a mischievous smile only causing you to feel hotter under the Californian sun. You carefully walk up to him, using the net as a barrier between you. “Remind me, why we haven’t played tennis before?” 

“You’ve never asked’ You shrug, rolling your eyes at him. “You always ask the boys especially Jason. Plus, I would had embarrassed you” He chuckles at your comment; amused by your sudden playful attitude. He is fond of this side of you. David rarely gets to see it especially in front of his friends. You are usually a giggling, blushing, and shy mess. 

“What are we betting on?” He purses his own lips making eye contact with you. “Jase — come over here”. 

“Are you sure you want to do this babe?” You probably shouldn’t be betting with the devil himself, but it all too tempting. Either way, what could go wrong? He is your boyfriend and he has proven to you that he would never hurt you. Plus, you would love to beat him at his own game. The simple thought is too satisfying to forget or ignore. 

“What’s up, guys? Are you starting or what?” Jason, out of breath asks, completely entertained by the idea that had been proposed by David. It was he, who had come up with it. It all started because you had brought your high school yearbook to show David your senior portrait. He had looked through it and found an old picture of you playing tennis in the varsity team of your high school. He was instantly fascinated. 

“We are betting on the game and we need a witness” David keeps his gaze on you. He hasn’t torn his eyes away from yours since you had approached. Jason throws his head back, laughing heavily at his friends. He can only imagine how badly all of this can end. 

“Fine” He exhales, “Are you sure this is smart?” Jason knows how unbelievably in love each of you is to one another and he would hate to allow this type of shenanigans to ruin anything. David’s lips part open, but before he can respond, you interrupt. 

“We are both adults...” You shrug, “I am sure we can handle it, right babe?” 

“Took the words right out of my mouth, baby” David smirks, “What’s it going to be then? — I already know mine” 

Jason exhales loudly and pushes his hair back as he feels the tension growing. 

“You go first” You shrug as you hold your tennis racquet close to your body. 

“If I win, then I get to blindfold you and put it on the vlog” A broad smile that reaches his eyes appears across his face. You raise your eyebrows and pull them together, breaking eye contact in the process. He knows what is your biggest fear, you had told him after he promised to never blindfold you. David watches your expressions and your uncertainty arising. For a second, he thinks you are going to back out of the competition. 

“Fine” You agree after you pull yourself together, “Then if I win I get to give you a haircut at home” It’s David’s turn to act surprised and scared. He hates getting a haircut and only allows one person to cut it — an actual professional. 

“That is not fair! The damage to my hair is permanent! And people will see it!” He complains followed by a slight laugh. 

“You are putting a live animal on me!” You fire back. 

“My hair is permanent!” David argues, “You love my hair!” 

“It will grow back” You roll your eyes, “You are such a drama queen” You and Jason laugh at him. 

“It’s still not fair!” You sigh heavily, not believing his cowardness. 

“Then I guess you better not loose” You raise an eyebrow and stretch out your hand for him to shake. 

“Fine. I don’t want to hear you whining or begging for forgiveness when I am done with you” David points at you and even if he tries to act all tough and confident in his performance —he can’t hide his sly smile. He takes your hand and gently shakes it before breaking off. 

“Good luck honey!” You yell out for everyone to hear as you walk back towards your right side of the court. 

“Beat his ass, Y/N!” Natalie yells from the side court followed by a few loud whistles. You can see David’s head shaking as his head is down. He stands diagonally from you, behind the baseline, dribbling the fresh tennis ball that he has just pulled out of his pocket. You do the same and stand behind the baseline knowing that his serves are long and fast enough to easily reach you. 

In matters of milliseconds, his feet rise from the floor and he swings at the ball in the air. The sideline goes quiet as they watch the competitive couple play against the other. The ball travels quickly and bounces exactly where you had predicted it, giving you the perfect opportunity to receive it and swing it back. David is too shocked by your agility and skills to swing back at the ball. The ball is out of bounce before he can blink. The sideline goes crazy, cheering and yelling for you, only busting your confidence. 

David bites his tongue and refrains from complimenting you and gawking at your ability to play tennis. He honestly just wants the game to end so he can take you home and have his way with you. In his defense, you are also craving the same thing. He looks too good in white especially when he wears his tennis hat backward. 

“Not bad, Ms. Y/L/N” He exclaims causing your smile to grow bigger. He walks across the court as he prepares himself to serve again. 

And so it begins again; the back and forth of the ball, from one court to another. The only prominent sounds come from the swinging, hitting of the ball, and their shoes being dragged against the floor. It’s a hot day in Los Angeles making it harder for the couple, but the two of you are too competitive to ever forfeit. On the sixth game of the third set, both of you are dripping in sweat. You had won the first set whilst David the second. This last game determines the winner but both can barely make it to the baseline without gasping for air. 

“This is ridiculous!” Corinna yells as she fans herself. “Just give up already David!” 

“Why should he give up?!” Jonah responds, “He has played just as well as Y/N”.

“His hair is going to grow back!” Natalie backs up Corinna as they all sit under the shade. 

“Tell that to his confidence if he lets his girlfriend win!” Jeff puffs as he leans over, his legs are spread out trying not to over sweat. “And don’t get me started on his ego”. 

“I think we can all live without a little bit of his ego” Zane rolls his eyes as he pulls his shirt over his head.

You and David look at each other from across the court. It’s the first time that you get a good look at him since the game has started. Everything is always so quick that it doesn’t allow you to have a good look at him. His hair is dripping wet, his hat even has a sweat stain from his forehead. His high cheekbones are tinted red, probably sunburned since he had refused to wear any sunscreen when you had offered. His lips are slightly parted just like yours; trying to catch his breath. 

He flashes at you a small smile as he wipes the sweat off his forehead. You look just as messy and sweaty. Your ponytail has gotten saggy. A few strands of hairs are sticking out in different directions. Your cheeks are tinted from the rise in temperature. You smile weakly at him as you feel his eyes on you. You can still hear your silly friends fighting from the sidelines. 

“Okay, let’s finish this” You stand straight up and make your way to your starting position. Once again, it’s David’s time to serve. Therefore you stand at the baseline and hope to win. 

The others finally quiet down as soon as David servers. His serve is a bit less strong due to his exhaustion. You run-up to the ball and hit it back with the only energy and stamina left in you. David runs up to the ball and hits it; aiming to the opposite side. Before you run-up to the ball on the other side, you already can see that it’s out of bounce. It touches the ground just a few inches out of the white line giving you the winning point. 

You look over at David who keeps blinking repeatedly, repeating the play in his head, wondering where he had gone wrong with his swing. A stupid mistake had caused him the game. His head drops as you walk back to the sideline in search of water. Zane is the first with his hands on you. 

“YOU WON!” He yells as he lifts you off the floor and spins you around. You laugh lightly when he sets you on the floor and hands you an ice-cold water bottle. Everyone who had bet on you hugs you tightly as you rummage through your bag for a hand towel and sunblock. 

“Thank you guys” You smile then make your way towards David who sits on the floor, looking defeated and exhausted. You use your cold water to wet the clean water while you walk towards your boyfriend. He looks up at him and gives you a lazy smile. “Hi” 

“Hey, baby. Congratulations”  You kneel beside him and take his hat off, revealing his messy, drenched in sweat hair. You take the water bottle and pour some cold water on top of his head, trying to refresh him and lower his body temperature. The last thing you need is for him to have a heat stroke. Jeff who sits nearby and the rest of the squad watches the interaction silently. 

You fold the wet towel and press it against the nape of his neck instantly making him sight in relief. 

“Hold it—right there,” You say as you open the sunscreen and squirt some, on the back of your hand. David remains quiet and just watches you. You gently apply sunscreen on his face. You know it’s a little bit too late, but it could prevent him from continuing to burn his face. Just when you are done you run your fingers through his hair, getting it out of the way and his eyes. “How do you feel?” You ask as you replace his hand, holding to towel for yours. “Can anyone bring me another water bottle?” 

“Better” He smiles, “You know— you are too selfless” His heart swoons for you and your kindness. “How come you always take care of me before worrying about yourself?” 

“Because I love you” You whisper as you watch him starting to recompose. “You take care of the people that you love” David smile grows, he reaches out and grabs your forearm. He tugs you down and presses his lips against yours. 

“I love you more” He responds after he pulls away. Jeff interrupts the sweet moment with two bottles of water. 

“Your hair looks great like that man” He compliments David on his slick back. 

“You better enjoy it and say goodbye to it cause it’s going” Jeff chuckles and shakes his head. “Y/N is cutting it”. 

“I’m actually not going to do so” His mouth hangs widely opened— shocked and somewhat confused. 

“But you won...” You shrug while you take a sip out of your water. 

“I wanted you to actually play as if I was one of the boys. I didn’t want you to let me win just because I am your girlfriend” You explain after feeling the satisfying contrast of ice-cold water running down the inside of your throat; cooling you instantly. “Plus, I love your hair”. 

“What the fuck am I going to do with you, Y/N?” A mischievous smile appears as he gazes at you. You only smile back at your boyfriend. Your plan had worked according to the plan. 

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!

Requested by Anonymous

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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Just a Little Longer

A/N: Another Peaky Blinders fic with the reader as the youngest Shelby! This one, like the other, is probably set around season 4! Please enjoy! 

(There are quite a few curse words, but what do you expect from a Peaky Blinders fic?) XD

Title: Just a Little Longer

Summary: A man comes to the house asking for your hand in marriage. Tommy’s not pleased.

Words: 3225

“Arthur’s called for a family meeting.” Thomas Shelby looked up from where he was seated next to you at a desk, the two of you bent over some papers, as Finn walked into the room. Immediately, he set about discreetly analysing his brother’s face, searching for any obvious sign that what Arthur wanted to discuss at this meeting was serious. The boy looked a little flustered, but apart from that he seemed fine.

“Right.” Tommy stood to his feet and you moved to follow him until Finn shook his head and gave his brother a knowing look.

“Minus the baby,” he said quietly, and Tommy rose both brows, glancing over at you just in time to catch you rolling your eyes. There weren’t many family meetings the boys had that they deemed unsuitable for you to hear - they’d been involving you in a lot more business-related work recently - and so knowing this was one of those moments set a curious glint in his eye.

“You know, I’m only one year younger than you, Finn. I’m not a baby,” you said. Nevertheless, you huffed and reluctantly plopped yourself back down onto your seat. Both your brothers smiled at your plight, clearly believing that your crossed arms, pouted lips and slumped form did nothing to aid in moving your insistent statement along the right path.

“Stay here,” Tommy told you as he moved around the desk, “and see if you can work out any more of those numbers. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

He fell into step with his younger brother, the two of them pacing down the hallway towards the family room. “What’re you teaching her?” Finn asked a moment later, referring to the numbers he’d heard him tell you about.

Tommy adjusted his cap. “Nothing much, just simple adding up wages and such. I want her to get more involved in what we’re doing – I’d hate for us to have another Ada on our hands where she goes off with some man and leaves the business entirely to us.” He sighed deeply. “Anyway, what’s this Arthur wants to talk about?”

“Oh, Arthur’s already talked about it. He just wants your opinion on the matter, s’all,” Finn said, an odd mix of both amusement and anger in his voice. Tommy glanced down and his sharp eyes caught sight of his brother’s clenched fists. He stopped in his tracks.

“What do you mean Arthur’s already talked about it? I thought this was a family meeting; discussions don’t start until everyone’s there.” He stared at the younger Shelby, frustration getting clearer in his voice. The two of them were standing a few feet away from the door to the family room, and though there were no clear voices emanating from behind the door, the atmosphere surrounding it seemed to be seriously intense. Finn sighed and looked at the door for a moment before turning back around and stepping a little closer to his brother.

“Look, Tommy,” he said quietly, “I’m gonna tell you this now because I know how you are with these kinda things and I think you need to be somewhat prepared.”

Tommy rose an eyebrow in expectation, mind whirring with thousands of possibilities. “Spit it out, then.”

Finn swallowed. Hard. “A man knocked on the door a few minutes ago. We thought it was for business, but when he came in, he said he was here for something else.”

“What do you mean? Get to the fucking point, Finn.”

Finn honestly wished Arthur had sent someone else to get their brother, but, as always, he seemed to be the message boy of the family. The look currently on his older brother’s face was definitely not something to be trifled with, and he hated being on the receiving end of it, so quickly set about explaining. “He wants to marry Y/N. He came to our door asking to marry our sister, Tommy, and, as expected, Arthur lost his temper. Surprised the man’s not run off, yet.”

Tommy blinked, completely perplexed. He wasn’t sure whether to laugh or throw himself into some pit of rage, and so he simply settled with nothing at all. Placing a hand on Finn’s shoulder, he turned, straightened his jacket and walked through the door.

The first thing he looked for was the new face in the room. His blue eyes found it almost immediately. It belonged to a fairly tall chap, probably only a few inches shorter than himself, with dirty blonde hair and light brown eyes. He had one of those faces you couldn’t decipher – was he sad? Was he happy? Angry, excited, terrified? – but at this current moment, all he wanted to do with that face was punch it.

Arthur and John stood off a little to the side, the younger of the two’s hand gripping the older’s shoulder tightly, as if keeping him in place. Arthur was breathing heavily, face bolting around to face him as soon as he walked in. “Tommy,” he said, brushing his brother’s hand off his shoulder before moving forward, “this fucking man-”

“I know, Arthur, I know,” Tommy said, voice cooler than even he expected. Calmly, he pulled out a chair and sat down, whipping out a cigarette, lighting it, and swiftly pulling it up to his lips.

The man belonging to this new face stepped forward with an air of forced dignity and honour about him. “Mister Shelby, I-”

“Don’t speak.”

He shut his mouth, blinking rapidly and ducking his head as if in embarrassment before slowly stepping back and unconsciously biting his lip. Tommy smirked faintly, taking a puff of his cigarette and looking over at his brothers. “Where’s Polly?”

“Says we can handle this ourselves,” John said.

Tommy nodded. That was fair enough; their aunt was protective of you, of course, but nobody could compare her protectiveness to her nephews’. Theirs was fierce and completely, unabidingly built on deep love for you. Doubtless, she did not agree with what this man had come to ask of them, but she didn’t need to be there to add her input. She knew what the outcome would be.

“What’s your name?” A small smile accompanied his query as he looked up at the man in question and moved to lean his chin on his fist.

“Jackson, Sir,” he replied. “Jackson Rodgers.”

Tommy nodded. “Funny,” he said, “I’ve never heard my sister mention that name before.”

“That’s because she probably doesn’t even know the fucker,” Arthur spoke up from the side, though he remained where he was. Tommy knew his words were correct, though. Truthfully, he himself couldn’t remember ever seeing the damn man even once, and he’d made it a point to subtly visit every one of your friends to ensure they were what he considered safe to spend time with. If you hadn’t told him about Jackson, there’d undoubtedly be more people you hadn’t mentioned to him, and that would lead to endless trouble from him on your side. But he knew you knew that, and he also knew you didn’t want that. So, really, there was only one other option.

“Is that right?” He waited for the wisp of smoke to waft out of his mouth before he lifted his head a little more to gaze up at the man in front of him. “Do you know my sister?”

He seemed to stumble for a brief moment before settling on an answer. “Yes.”

Arthur scoffed and Tommy nodded. “Right. How?”

This garnered an even longer hesitation. “I’ve seen her around town.”

Both Finn and John stared at each other for a moment before bursting into a fit of relentless laughter, doubling over and slapping their thighs. Jackson stood silent, yet Tommy could see his face growing red – not with embarrassment, but anger. His sharp brown eyes had dimmed slightly, and his fists were clenched so tight his knuckles were almost white. Temper. This man had a temper, and if something as simple as two men laughing at his expense brought out that temper, he doubted he’d ever get himself a woman that escaped the occasional abuse. Despite this, Tommy couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on his lips before he reached his cigarette up yet again to puff. “That so?” He put a hand out to his brothers, signalling for them to quieten down. “You seen her around town, yeah?”

Jackson’s face hardened and he glared at Finn and John for a brief moment longer before turning it on Tommy. “Yes.”

“You can hardly count that as knowing someone, Mister Rodgers.” He wasn’t even looking at the man, and yet he could tell that he probably looked like a raging bull at this moment. Sure enough, when he lifted his head just enough to lay eyes on him, red was practically all he saw.

“Mister Shelby,” Jackson said, clearly still attempting to cover his angered tone with a calmer one, “I am a respectable man-”

“Respectable!” Tommy laughed. He snuffed his cigarette and threw it across the table before crossing one leg over the other, leaning back in his chair and folding his hands in his lap. “How old are you?”

“Twenty-nine,” Jackson ground out.

Tommy nodded. He’d thought as much. Looking over his shoulder, he pointed at his brothers. “You see Johnny boy over there?” John stepped forward, intense glare on Jackson never wavering. “He’s two years older than you. That’s it. You’re practically the same age, and yet you want to marry his little sister.”

Jackson fidgeted slightly, though Tommy could see it wasn’t out of awkwardness. His lip kept twitching, and his balled fists looked as though they were ready to hit someone at any time.

“Do you even know how old she is?” Arthur spoke up from the side, voice slightly calmer yet still extremely unforgiving. The man in question glanced over at him before turning his gaze back on the head of the family.

“Answer the question, Mister Rodgers,” Tommy said with a faint nod.

Jackson had the decency to look frightened for just a second before he schooled his features and lifted his chin defiantly. “No. But I do know that she’s a young lady that needs to be married-”

“Needs to be married?” Tommy’s voice had risen a notch. There was a deep frown on his face as he reached up to remove his hat, placing it on the table before standing to his feet and moving closer to the man stood in front of him. “Needs to be married, you say? My sister is seventeen, and only just turned. She’s not even of age yet, so don’t you dare tell me what she needs. I haven’t thought about her marriage once. She’s a fucking child.”

Jackson soon came to find himself face to face with none other than Thomas Shelby, his nose mere inches from his own. Now he was closer, he could clearly see the anger swimming in those blue - like hard, cold ice - eyes, and the way his jaw was firmly tended. No doubt he was trying desperately to maintain his composure and control the emotions that were so obviously struggling to take over.

“Children get married to older men all the time, Mister Shelby.”

“Not in this house and not to men like you.”

Jackson stiffened. “As I said, I am respectable-”

“There’s nothing respectable about coming into someone’s house and asking to marry their seventeen-year-old sister, a girl you’ve never even met before!” Tommy hissed. “Do you seriously believe she’d want to marry you?”

“She doesn’t have to want it,” Jackson said, moving his face closer to Tommy’s. His voice was challenging, steady, and yet nothing but poison. “You’re her brother. Make her!”

The man couldn’t contain a gasp as he was slapped hard on the face. The sting and burn that accompanied the leader of the Peaky Blinders’ hand connecting with his cheek only grew worse, even after Tommy had withdrew, and he hastily reached up to grasp at his aching skin. He turned accusing eyes on the offender not a second later, yet made no move to speak. All signs of confidence had drained from his face, leaving nothing but fear and shock. He expected to hear the faint sound of John and Finn laughing yet again, but nothing reached his ears. The room was silent, the only sound being the hazy voices of men working outside the room. He turned his attention back on Tommy as the man made to speak. “I would never make her marry a fucker like you,” he ground out. “In fact, I would never make her do anything. I’m her brother, you piece of shit, not her slave master. All you want from her is the money she has and the body she owns. I doubt you even know her fucking name.”

Jackson had the good sense not to answer. Each word the older man uttered seemed as though it was dripping with venom, and it was all aimed at him. If he’d ever doubted the notorious Peaky Blinders before, he didn’t now.

Hesitantly, he looked over at Arthur, John and Finn, all leaning against the wall, smug looks gracing their faces. “You lot are mad,” he said quietly, though it was loud enough for them all to hear. “Why you wouldn’t want someone like me as your brother-in-law I have no-” He stepped back as another slap was aimed at his still-burning skin, and this time, the distinct sound of laughter coming from the three men by the wall reached his ears. He clung to his cheek yet again and glared at Tommy, who stood rooted to the spot, feet apart, arms crossed over his muscled chest, and an all but emotionless expression on his face.

“Do you want to say anything else, Mister Rodgers?” he asked, calm and smooth. Jackson breathed in deep and had the decency to look slightly shameful.

“No, Mister Shelby. I don’t.”

Tommy nodded, the corners of his mouth turning upwards. He stepped forward. “I can’t believe you had the nerve to come here and ask that of me. You’re a brave one, I’ll admit, but if you actually walked through that door with the intention of marrying my sister than your skull is thicker than it looks. When she marries, and it won’t be for a few years yet, it’ll be for love or for business. I’m not handing her over to the first man that walks through my house.”

Jackson scoffed and opened his mouth to speak again, but Tommy held up his hand and tilted his head slightly to the side. “You’ve had your say, Mister Rodgers, don’t speak another word. You came here with a question, and my answer is no. Now, get the fuck out before I hit you again.”

“Run back to your mother, boy,” Arthur said, and Jackson had just enough time to give him the middle finger before turning and hurrying out the door.

“Yeah, and don’t come back, you rat!” John shouted. “Else Tommy’ll beat you up and leave you to rot on the front step!”

Tommy rolled his eyes at his brother’s words but nevertheless smiled slightly, shaking his head. The door shut loudly, almost shaking the building, and he sighed before reaching down for his hat. “He won’t be coming back.”

“He better not,” Arthur said, smoothing back his hair. Tommy looked at him for a moment before walking towards him. He knew his brother, and he knew Jackson had probably received a mouthful from him before he himself had had his go; Arthur’s temper was not something to be messed with and certainly not something easily reined in.

“You alright?” he asked.

Arthur nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine. The nerve of that boy, though, Tommy…”

Tommy placed his cap on his head and reached out to squeeze his brother’s shoulders. He ducked his head to catch his eyes. “No one’s going to be marrying Y/N anytime soon, Arthur, least of all someone like that. She’s the last Shelby; we’ll wait for her, this time. She’ll make her own choices when she’s older. But, for now, we look out for her, as we’ve always done, and we keep those fuckers off her tail, alright? No one’ll get near her if we have anything to say about it, which we will. The next time someone comes in here asking for her hand in marriage, we’ll say nothing, and I give you permission to punch him in the face before we kick him out onto the streets.” He smiled at Arthur, who returned it immediately, before pulling him into a quick hug. “No one’s taking our girl away from us just yet, brother.”

You grumbled something incoherent as your mind puzzled over the numbers on the paper Tommy had told you to continue with. They were all over the place, really, and all you wanted to do was scrunch it into a small ball and throw it into the fire. Of course, you wanted to earn your firm place in the family business, but you knew it wouldn’t be for a little while yet, and even so, numbers were not your thing.

Footsteps coming towards you broke you from your slight reverie and you lifted your head, sighing in relief at the sight of Tommy. “Thank God,” you mumbled before giving him a smile. “Is everything okay?”

Your brother nodded, reaching for his pack of cigarettes still laying next to you and moving behind you while lighting one. He glanced over your shoulder. “Yeah. Just dealing with some idiot.”

“Oh.”

“Nothing for you to worry about. How’re you doing with those numbers?” He sat next to you and listened intently as you showed him all you’d done so far and what was left to do. All the while, he couldn’t help but let his eyes linger on your guileless, youthful face, and his attention strayed entirely to the way you were rapidly talking childish nonsense and getting increasingly frustrated simply at the prospect of dividing.

He shook his head the slightest bit, wondering to himself how anyone could take one look at you and think it alright to have you as their wife. You were a child, the baby of the family, and he wasn’t just saying that. Giving you a husband would take away your freedom and your innocence, something he adored in you, but, more importantly, giving you a husband would take you away from him and your brothers. No matter what anyone said about the Shelby family, the one thing that would always remain true was the fact that you came before anything else, even the business. He’d be damned if he handed you over to a man – any man – and only saw you a few times a month, or even possibly a year. You kept the family together; you were the light, the hope, and the future of the business, and without you he’d probably spend most of his days at the pub, drinking away his problems instead of sitting with you, listening to you simply speak and feeling those worries and fears drift away into nothing. You kept him sane. You kept him whole.

And he needed to hang onto you just a little longer before he let you go.

Just a little longer.

The Lady of the House- Masterlist

Tony Stark x Reader

Steve Rogers x Reader (Past)

Summary- Captain Steven Rogers, golden boy of the army, how could you not fall in love with him? The romance is passionate and it doesn’t take long for you to fall into the Captains bed. It should have been a fairy tale ending, right? Not so much. Steven leaves you pregnant to chase after a friend that everyone had written off as dead. You think your life is over until Duke Anthony Stark finds you crying in the royal garden.

Part One 

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six 

Part Seven

Part Eight 

Part Nine

Final Part

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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...

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