If My Other Half Wont Do This To Me In The Future Then I Simply Dont Want Him

If my other half won’t do this to me in the future then I simply don’t want him

“Can you believe it?” Curving towards the sun like a lazy houseplant, you let the warmth of the golden glow bask your skin, heating you up until you were content. “A sunny day in England? I don’t know what to do with myself; what should we do?”

Tommy laughed at you, purring like cat as you extended your legs in chaise lounge. You had convinced Tommy to enjoy the rare sunny day in the garden, though he sat at the table nursing a drink and looking over the books while you fought of sleep in your content state.

“We enjoy it.”

“Enjoy it? And you call that enjoying it?” Your tone was a accusatory but he was only enjoying its subtle touch on his skin, giving him warmth.

“I’m outside, aren’t I?”

“You’re such a sourpuss Tom. You should be more excited! It’s the first sunny day in four months. Put the Goodman books down and let’s do something! A ride, a walk, anything fun. We’ve been locked up inside from the cold and the rain for a whole season... hell it could rain again tomorrow and we’ll be asking ourselves why we haven’t seized the day.”

“Ok Shakespeare, if you must do something get ready and meet me at the car in twenty.”

—

He didn’t know if it was going to work.

She didn’t look impressed when she stepped out of the Bentley into a puddle of mud, the only sign that it ever rained in England.

He hid the smile on his face as she frowned at the rather unamussing sight and smells of the canal on a hot today like today.

“I thought you said in the car that we were going somewhere fun.”

“I said we were going to do something fun. Two very different things my dear.”

“If you think I’m swimming in The Cut is fun you’re fucking daft.” Her voice lowered, “there’s bodies in there Tom. That you put there.”

In the sunlight his laugh seemed less sadistic than it was, taking her hand and leading her along further into Charlie’s yard.

“I thought you said to loosen up a bit,” he smirked over his shoulder at her when they reached the end of the yard and it was still unclear to her what they were doing here. She was still so beautiful when she was a bit angry, he’d lips pointed, her hair blowing in the wind that she was fanning herself with as the sun seemed to beat more powerfully here.

“I might have... said something like that...” she admitted, looking around for any type of indication of what he had up his sleeve.

A simple rowboat was waiting for them, Tommy climbing on first before taking her hand and helping her on.

“A boat? I thought you were in the Army, not the navy. You know how to steer this thing?” Skeptically she took a seat, watching him sit across from her and put his hands on the oars.

“Shut up woman and let me impress you,” he leaned to kiss her before moving them from the docks and paddling out farther.

It really was the perfect solution to a hot day; a nice breeze cooling them, the salt spray of the water sizzling against their skin.

“I bet you’ve never seen the canal like this.” He watched her face change from skepticism to awe as they emerged into the middle of the canal, nothing but trees and nature and wildlife around them, the water sparkling blue, the sun reflecting its warm rays on them.

“It’s beautiful.” She was speechless. Who knew such a treasure was hidden in the heart of Birmingham.

It was peaceful. It was calming. The two of them just soaked in the sun, paddled around a bit, Tommy even showing her how to move the oars and steer the little vessel. He had snuck a picnic basket on as well, making it the perfect day ever.

“Was this up to your standards of a fun day?” He smiled at her, popping a grape into his mouth. She stretched towards the sun and sighed contently.

“It beat my expectations. You never fail to surprise me. That’s why I love you.”

Just as they leaned in for a deep kiss, she felt a slight drop of rain.

“Uh, Tommy...”

“Yeah, I felt it to, we’d better go,” mere inches from her face he pushed a piece of stray hair off her sweaty cheek, not wanting to move. He couldn’t help himself, kissing her deeply until the sky opened up and dumped its usual bucket of rain onto them in the middle of the lake until they were soaking wet, and laughing about it, and in unconditional love.

I’m posting from my phone and I’m sorry if it is set up so bad, I don’t know how to put titles and whatnot

if this ain’t me😚

i can’t believe people expect me to do anything in my life except reading books, listening to music and crying at every little inconvenience

Holy shit....this is amazing😭😭 Painfully beautiful🥺💖

i’m not her - ts

blurb! 🪱 half awake enough

i know a lot of ppl have done like reader marries tom after grace dies but he’s still in love with her i can’t name any off the top of my head but holy cow are they so good (idk if this is a spoiler but there’s one where like r is like you don’t want a bb bc you don’t want anything that’s not hers 😭😭😭😭 and obv it’s way more dramatic and just so angsty my heart) so i just wanted to put it out there that all of those docs are just *chefs kiss* but i wanted to put my own spin on it!

this is all over the place but I’m posting it regardlsss and I mah just delete but will have to see sorry why ja is shgc a long a/!!

set around mid season 4 but doesn’t rlly matter lol

thomas michael shelby: a man with an impressive amount of women under his belt. not that he purposefully or intentionally stole so many hearts, yet on his conquest to heal his own he broke so many among the way.

there was greta, his first love, taken much too soon- the girl who despite her family’s opinion, chose him and loved him. he loved her too, amongst a life with four siblings, she was his, and his alone.

then, there was lizzie. reliant, though by habit of occupation. tommy was aware of her feelings, though he simply couldn’t be bothered, especially after the war, but he wasn’t completely heartless, and gave her employment of a much more suitable type.

may carleton, the wealthy widow who understood horses, understood him, who listened to him, who he wasn’t quite ready for yet. he missed his chance, and instead turned back to grace.

grace, the barmaid, the spy, the songbird, who stole tommy’s heart quite easily, keeping it as she went and came back from america with a husband, another man, the woman who had his son, the woman who died for him.

lizzie again, after grace, to calm his nerves, to fill the emptiness in his heart.

there was a consistency in the lack of permanence in the presence of these women in his life. his mother passed, greta too, then grace, leaving him with a young son, and despite his large family, his great wealth, his status and accolades from the King; tommy shelby was alone.

unintentionally, as it wasn’t as though there hadn’t been people more than willing to give their everything for him- tommy shelby had deemed himself undeserving of love.

and maybe he was.

he pushed away those that did care, he was so selfish and so greedy, that his ambition had surpassed what could be supported.

you had always been there. admiring him even from a young age, before romantic feelings truly even develop, rather a great fondness sprouted in your young heart for your friend’s second oldest brother.

you and ada had been thick as thieves since you could both walk, tying ribbons through your hair throughout adolescence, making a fuss for her older brothers, spending time in polly’s kitchen, gossiping, almost always. (john would join in too on occasion, telling tom and arthur he was simply there for the biscuits but he was always listening intently.)

it was there, at polly’s kitchen table, where you went with each new woman of tommy’s, even when you were truly too young to understand the pain in your heart.

when john one day announced what he had seen down by the cut, you had frozen, suddenly stiff as a board as you processed his words. the tears started streaming before you could fully register them, polly coming around with an arm maternally rubbing your back. ada was shocked, as this table gossip group of yours had always joked [in john’s absence] about a joint wedding; tommy and yourself, and ada and freddie thorne- two pairs of best friends pairing off in holy matrimony.

your heart broke again when greta passed, doing everything in your power to console him, as you once had with his loss of his mother, and he had done the same for you.

the war came, and the tears never seemed to stop. terrified of what was to come, your father sent to war, amongst all of small heath’s men, and regretfully so, tommy too. you had bawled into his chest before their departure, he had promised they would be back soon, there was nothing to fret about. your love for him apparent, but still unspoken, you felt it would be selfish to use such an occasion to spring into him such a declaration.

but after the war, that selfishness may have saved him- saved you. instead of being by his side, on his arm, like everyone had assumed you would be, you watched on hopelessly as he spent most of his nights with lizzie, then with the arrival of a new inspector, campbell, who approached you many a time for information on the shelby’s, and a new barmaid at the garrison.

grace. who swept tommy up with her voice, who made him feel strong? the woman tommy took to the races, who pulled him to the garrison more than usual, away from you, away from the truth. you were crushed. his interactions with lizzie weren’t pleasant for your conscious, but it was different with grace. he fell in love with grace. and then she left, and you picked up the pieces, tried to fill the gaps of his heart, and succeeded, but only partially.

because with his power came may. you almost forgot your own sadness with her arrival into his heart, she was practically perfect for him, you mainly hurt yourself with images of the two of them, breeding horses happily, the life tommy had wanted before the war. you missed that tommy, and may brought him back.

but grace came back, married to an american man and was now pregnant with tommy’s child. certain that it was his. and so, with her husband’s death, dismissal, whatever it is tommy did to get him out of the picture, came little charlie shelby. you weren’t sure you had much room for your heart for anyone else. there was of course ada and karl, who you visited in london at any chance, and arthur and john, friends since childhood, protective but so dependable, finn, who you cared for deeply, polly, a strong guide, and tom. thomas shelby, who you had loved since anyone could remember. but little charlie was perfect, and it was heartbreaking. tommy was happy though, and so you pushed aside your own romantic feelings and felt nothing but joy for the man you had known your whole life.

somehow, sometime after grace’s death, polly had propositioned a marriage. support. from you, tommy would receive everything you had suppressed in light of all his lovers, charlie would have a father, and you would finally receive his attention, his love.

it was agreed upon, and you were married. It was an intimate ceremony, with jeremiah leading the sermon, with an audience of the shelby’s and some close friends. celebrations came at the garrison, and lasted all night.

you were finally content. after all of the time spent watching tommy’s heart passed around, it was yours. or so you thought.

unlike grace, there was no bad blood between you and the shelby’s, in fact your marriage was like the final puzzle piece, the completion of the picture.

while not fully expecting love from tommy, you gave your all into the relationship.

it never seemed to come.

days in arrow house entailed time with charlie in the gardens, or the nursery, or the stables. you were surrounded by portraits of grace, memories of grace, and you were completely civil, as always, and talked about her with charlie, to make sure he couldn’t forget her.

you loved tommy so much that you raised the son of the woman who truly had stomped on your heart, but you talked about her. you told charlie about all the kind things grace had done, despite all of her wrongs.

yet, tommy couldn’t seem to handle it, when one day he was home, the three of you in the sitting room by the fire. you were seated on the floor with charlie in your lap as he picked up some of his wooden toys, and tommy sat with a glass of whiskey, sitting on one of the plush couches.

“mama!” charlie babbled out, shoving his toy into your face.

you smiled fondly and gently moved his hands away from your face nodding in appraisal of his little car

tommy, however, didn’t take this lightly.

“frances? please come get charles.” he called out, but not totally registering his tone, you insisted that you’d tuck him in instead.

when you had put him to bed, you admired him for a little bit, before closing the door to the nursery softly.

you went to your bedroom now, looking for tommy. you eventually found him in his office, announcing that you had put charlie to bed.

“how long has my son been calling you that?”

you resisted the urge to roll your eyes, but you understood his line of questioning.

“he understands that i’m not her, tom. he knows that i am just there for him. i love him, tommy.” you tried your best to stay calm, but there was frustration arising. grace was everywhere. yes, she was deeply important in their lives, but you felt like an invader sometimes, in the home that was supposed to be yours.

“you’re trying to erase her, that’s what you’re fucking doing!” he slapped the top of his desk.

“i’m not trying anything tom!” you had raised your voice, practically shouting out. he looked taken aback for a second, something you took some satisfaction in.

you weren’t known for being loud, in a life with company like the shelby’s, you were always soft spoken.

you repeated yourself, but much less aggressively than before.

“i’m not trying to replace her, tom, i am just trying myself to be there for him, to be there for you.” you trailed off at the last part, despite him being your husband, you were embarrassed.

“what a piss poor excuse that is, aye?”

his lack of comprehension, of listening became to be too much.

you had been with him for over a year now, and it was growing to be too much. you had understood that he may never reciprocate your feelings, but you couldn’t allow him to patronize you any further.

“shut the fuck up thomas! and let me speak! all you have ever done is break my heart. i love charlie, and i will never let him forget grace! how stupid can you be to not see how i’ve practically given my whole fucking life to you! all you’ve done is brought me misery yet i do nothing but give you my all!”

you paused with a deep breath, but he knew better than to interrupt you.

“i understand that i am not greta: i’m sorry i’m not your first love, not like you are mine. i am sorry i’m not lizzie, i can’t fuck you like her or provide whatever solace she seemed to have brought you. i am not may, i don’t fucking understand horses as well as she can nor do i have some grand estate or connections! i am not fucking grace, i will not fill that gap left in your heart, i won’t attempt too, because even the way she treated it, it still belongs to her. it was never mine tom- you were never mine. despite all of this, i have loved you since i was able. i have watched as you went off with various women, as you enchanted them, loved them. i tried to help you through your pain, pushing aside my own because of how full my heart is for you. yet you give me nothing. i have cared for charlie like he’s my own. i know he’s not- because he’s grace’s just like this house is, and just like you are. nothing around me is my own tom, not even my own heart because for some god forsaken reason, you have stolen that too. you take and you take tommy, and you don’t know when to stop, and-”

he interrupts you, suddenly wiping your cheeks which are wet with tears, a gentle movement but you know it’s insincere.

he pulls you into his chest, but doesn’t say a word, so you do.

“i have cried too many tears over you. too many years waiting for you, but i know you will never be mine, tom. do you know how much that hurts?”

he didn’t respond, only rocking you as if you were a child, an attempt to sway you into sleep.

he eventually succeeded and brought you up to bed, making a silent vow to better himself.

your words truly made him stop and think- something his mind rarely did. yes things were always turning, he had to be aware of what was going on, but rarely did he actually allow himself to pause and really get into the situation. and he did. because his wife had a meltdown in his office, but because she was right.

you had been there every time. you were always there. even with each pursuit, you were kind and caring, showing no ill intent to those he pursued, no outward jealousy or judgement. he had rubbed that in your face for so many years, practically making a show out of his relationships, not truly understanding the depth of your wounds.

he had been selfish. dismissing you but seemingly allowing in everyone else, then, when you finally married, he dismissed you once again, then lashed out as you did find some happiness, some love.

all this thinking made tommy shelby feel guilty. he felt the consequences of his actions. it was not often that he truly spent the time to reflect and then feel such things, usually holding nearly no remorse, yet looking back on your kindness your love, he makes a promise.

a promise to cherish you, to fulfill his vows, and attempt to repay and reciprocate all of the pure adoration you had shown him over the years.

he wanted to do better, to be better, for you.

PLEASEEEEEEEE LMFAO

In season 6 Tommy either has lung cancer/a lung disease or an std. I’m calling it now

THE WAY I GASPED—

YES GHORL SLAP THE BITCH!!!!!

White Lies || Thomas Shelby x reader

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Anon requested: “ Can you do 10&13 with tommy please? I obsessed with your writing” (Thank you honey, hope this won’t let you down ♡ )

Summary: n.10 & 13 from prompt list: “I swear to God, I’ll blind you” + “Don’t leave” Warnings: swearing, May Carleton insert, basically jealous reader, Tommy being the absolute cocky bastard he always is, me loving him even more

Author’s notes:

Behind each one of these works there are sleepless nights and something really close to multiple mental breakdowns, so, please, take a minute to send me a message about it, I need actual feedbacks to understand how to improve my skills and grow ♡

So, May appears in this piece too, even if she’s never been his lover.   Is Tommy Shelby going to generate a mass murder with his cock? Maybe.

I’m sorry for being this late, but I’ve been really busy in the past days and writing is never just easy, it demands concentration and effort, plus I don’t want you to be disappointed, so I’m always extra accurate while working. I hope this is worth the wait!

If you want to be added to my tag list, please, directly message me

I’m Italian, English isn’t my first language, so I apologize for every possible mistake I made. Also, please, help me improve my writing by telling me if there’s something wrong

ENJOY!

Your sugar paper dress in lace and tulle gracefully fluttered in the wind, as you walked towards the Garrison, head up, a kind smile on your face and your right arm firmly placed on John’s left one.  That same morning, Tommy’s new horse had won his third race in a row, for which reason the Shelbys had decided to have a little party at their pub, so that they could celebrate those amazing successes with their friends and closest fellows from Birmingham, seizing, at the same time, the opportunity to show to the whole town how the family was getting more and more powerful. Therefore, Finn, Michael and John were now escorting you and Polly to the tavern, where the rest of the Peaky Blinders had already got the festivities started. “If you ever get tired of Tommy, keep in mind that I’m here waiting for you, darling” The middle brother playfully whispered those flirty words into your ear, even though he was truly enchanted by the way you looked that night; you immediately glimpsed in his direction, seeing him keep an alluring smirk on his wonderful face and a toothpick held between his rose lips, just like always. A genuine chuckle spilled from your mouth because of his joke, a slight blush instantly covering your sweet face, while your lips promptly left a noisy kiss on his cheek. “Don’t worry about him, Johnny, we can keep it as our little secret” You blinked at him, still giggling out loud, as you entered the Garrison arm in arm, finding a whole crowd of half-drunk people joyfully cheering for the increasing greatness and fortune of the Shelby Brothers Limited. “And that’s Thomas’s definition of small refreshment?” Polly’s usual sarcastic tone prickly referred to the massive amount of guests your fiancé had apparently invited; she lit a cigarette, carelessly throwing the used match on the floor, before her free forearm fondly stretched out to Michael, in a silent invitation to accompany her towards the table where Arthur had already made himself comfortable. Finn, on the other hand, immediately spotted Isaiah amidst the throng, for it took him a scant moment to literally run in his direction, eager as he was to finally spend a night out with his best mate, forgetting about work for a while. “Would you mind helping me find your perennially busy brother, mh?” You asked John, since you were now alone, standing at the entrance like two complete idiots, withouth a clue about what to do next. “Why don’t you come home with me instead?” His eyebrows quickly raised and lowered several times, in an intentionally droll attempt to make that indecent proposal sound tempting, his usual cocky smile never leaving his face. “Oh, shut up now!” you heartily laughed, jokingly punching his shoulder in the process “Let’s just find him, and then you’ll look for a pretty girl to dance with”

“No need to look for girls, love, they throw themselves at me” Your almost-brother-in-law defiantly stated that, while adjusting his houndstooth suit in one swift move, his large shoulders lifted along with his lower lip, giving life to an expression of pure smugness, which esponentially boosted when he found his way to the middle of the pub, performing his usual, cheeky, extremely bold walk. John’s lean and solid body shielded yours as you passed through that enormous amount of people, until you eventually reached for the cluttered counter; your watchful eye immediately caught Tommy’s figure standing with his back turned, a loving grin inadvertently springing upon your red lips, for he had left early that morning without waking you up, and, although it may seem corny, you had shamelessly missed him. Nevertheless, your jaw nearly dropped when, taking a few more steps in his direction, a beautiful woman entered your line of sight: she was talking to him, her clearly infatuated stare burning with desire, one of her palms randily caressing his bony cheek, but the worst part was that Thomas didn’t make a single move to stop her, he just stood there, listening to what she was saying, letting her pet his face. “Oh, fucking hell” John muttered, foreseeing a catastrophic epilogue to that risky situation, indeed, he was perfectly aware that you had no idea of who May was, moreover he could plainly tell she was without a doubt attracted to his brother, which meant no good, considering that you were in the same country as her. Still, before he had the chance to stop you from doing anything, you had already covered the gap between you and them, approaching your fiancé and heavily tapping on his shoulder covered by an elegant black jacket.

Tom’s icy eyes imperceptibly widened as he turned to you and realized how misunderstandable that scene could look; however, within a fraction of a second, he composed himself and regained all of his customary confidence, curving his mouth into an impertinent smirk and placing a hand behind your back, so to guide you in front of the mysterious lady. “Oh, you must be y/n, Tommy’s told me a lot about you! I’m May, May Carleton” Her falsely excited voice brusted out, preceding both of you, and that alone could’ve been enough to set you off, you were aching to ruthlessly punch her in the face, right there and then, yet your strong common sense led you to simply send her a long, eloquent death glare. “Well, he didn’t tell me anything about you, not a word” Perceptible hostility towards that woman infected your tone, still, while you spat that rancorous reply, your killer attention was utterly focused on Thomas, who, for his part, kept looking at you with amusement, blatantly revelling in your jealous little scene. “I didn’t have a chance to” His husky voice nonchalantly spilled from his full lips, whereon he was unchastely sliding a cigarette filter, his piercing black pupils continued to defiantly nail yours as he aimed to provoke you with that silly, senseless remark. Teeth sinking into the warm flesh of your inner cheek, while you tried your best to avoid a beastly outburst in front of everyone; sadly, hardly any moment later, May unwisely decided to throw more salt on your already stinging wounds. “How funny, I’ve been training your horses for three months now” a galling laugh of mockery eurpted from her throat and, once she was sure she had your attention, you noticed raw mischief twinkling in her brown irises “With excellent results, I might add”

She raised the glass of champagne she was holding, along with a hint of her head in Tommy’s direction, inviting him to make a toast to their incredible series of victories; a shrill tinkle filled your ears when his crystal cup joined hers, almost making your skin crawl, you watched speechless and powerless as a seductive expression deliberately contaminated his stunning features. “Obviously. Nothing but the best for my horses”

You just couldn’t believe your eyes, nor your ears; an alarming amount of emotions assaulting your defenseless mind, as you eventually figured out how many lies he had been feeding you during those past months. Soon after he had brought his first mare at the auction, Tommy specifically talked to you about how many expectations and resources he had placed on that brand new project, to the point of actually enlisting an expensive horse trainer, one of their comrades from France, a man they could trust, he did say. Your brain franticly reviewed all of the episodes in which he had called you to inform that he would’ve been late, for he had to stop by the stables in order to check on his beasts; a grievous boulder growing inside your chest, brutally crushing your heart, at the very thought of what could’ve effectively happened in those evenings, your breathing sharply stopped for endless instants, until you regained control of your body, blinking a few times to stop the world from spinning around you. Not a single world escaped your mouth, you only looked at them for one last time, before you hastened to turn tail and run away from that obnoxious situation. Only then, Thomas factually realized he’d gone too far with you, his vigilant stare followed your silhouette quickly moving amidst that mob of drunken yokels, while he briefly took leave of May, without even glimpsing at her once. Pushing and kicking his way through the crowd, he reached for you when you were practically one step away from the main door.

“C’mon, y/n, wait! Hey, don’t leave” Tom delicately grabbed your forearm in an attempt to hold you back, but, as soon as you saw him touching you, a calamitous rage exploded in your belly, leading you to violently yank your arm away. “Take your hands off me, or I swear to God, I’ll bind you with your own fucking cap!” Eyelids squeezing with autentic ire as you snarled in his face, fiercely smacking his hand several times and managing to get out of his grasp; yet, when you tried to leave the pub afresh, his imposing frame promptly interposed between you and the exit, his left palm firmly leaning against the jamb, so to cover the whole open space and preclude you every possibility to find your way out. “Get out of the fucking way, I said!” Frustration filled your yells, you had recourse to all your strength in a restless effort to shove him off, continuing to insult him and punch his chest, still your blows felt like nothing more than tickling to him. Thomas rolled his orbs and, at the same time, raised both his eyebrows, in a plan expression of his nuisance. “I think you’re being a bit overdramatic, love” Thomas was perfectly aware that he was being a total asshole, afterall, he had never even thought of May in such a way, but, for some strange reason, he wanted to tease you that night, he wanted to see you detonate. His imperturbable tone, together with his absurd words, totally made you lose your temper, you sensed your knuckles itching to crash with his perfect jaw, again and again and again. “Overdramatic?!” your voice raising of a couple octaves “You bloody bastard! You lied to me, God only knows what the hell’s been going on between you and that bitch. What’s more, you let her fucking flirt with you, in front of me!” Hot tears were now forming in your eyes while you kept shouting till you felt your throat hurt, Tommy simply kept watching you, not daring to pronounce a single syllable, but never changing his stoic countenance, nor moving from the doorway. “You were flirting back, letting her touch you that way, you fucking humiliated me, Thomas! In my place, you would’ve killed any man, without even thinking ‘bout it!” Tom’s look somehow softened as he observed your features contract with anger and sorrow, he knew he had unnecessarily and foolishly hurt you, he only was too proud to say it out loud; so, he kept his mouth shut and just came closer to you, carefully attempting to stroke your shoulders with tenderness. Nevertheless, you were too full of wrath and delusion to let him make it up to you that easily: actually, you desperately needed to cry, your cheeks were flushing with resentment, blind choler streaming in your veins. And, suddenly, a dull smack resounded in your and his ears. You slapped him so hard, that his head automatically tilted in the opposite direction, leaving both you and him speechless for a full minute; Thomas remained in that forced position, frozen, without going back to face you, consequently giving you the opportunity to finally pull him aside. “You don’t fuck with me, Mr. Shelby” That was all that you hissed, then leaving the Garrison and not looking back.

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Uhm sorry but WHY IS MY INTEREST MORE ON THE DOG RATHER THAN THE STORY LMAOOO

Looking forward to what’s gonna happen in the Small Heath thoooo. Will I be convinced to move in Small heath? Is shit ‘bout to go down? Lollll, let’s see💅🏻

Rescued: Tommy Shelby x Female!Reader Pt. 2

Here’s part 2 for all you lovely people :)

Just to let you all know, I am aiming to post twice a week, Mondays and Thursdays, but I am currently on Easter break so when I return to 6th Form, that may change. I aim to post at least once a week during term time, but that is to be comfirmed. 

Thank you so so much for all the love and support that you have shown me for Rescued. I really wasn’t expecting this much love. You’re all wonderful!

Warnings: None 

Tags: @bat-luna-cat , @nothingleftthaticando

That evening, Tommy Shelby returned to Battersea cats and dogs home. 

He pushed the front door open and entered the foyer, where he had stood mere hours before. No one was there so he sat in one of the slightly battered looking seats and let himself relax. Today had been long, but by his standards, not overly eventful. He wanted to see his new dog, but also this girl that had caught his eye. 

Y/N, on the other hand, was shitting herself. 

The Thomas Shelby was here to collect a dog, one of her dogs, and she hadn’t made any considerations. If she’d have known, she would have had all the dogs lined up and ready. 

But she hadn’t. 

And all that was left to do was pray. 

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