EVERY INCH OF YOU

Coming soon...

Where's the thin line between a breathtaking desire and love? Don't keep me in the dark, show me the rules so I don't get lost...

His cold blue eyes glare at her face. She's covered in tears, unable to hold the burning pain in her heart anymore. It shot out like rushing water through an old dam. Y/N's words made his head buzz with pain. He felt paralyzed. The room felt smaller than ever before, almost like it started closing up on them both. The expectant gaze she was shooting him was... Too much. Gaping sadness with a tiny flame of undying hope. His blood ran cold.

"You can find it here" Robert started in a low, shaky voice, pointing at the bed in the middle of his room, breaking her heart with each word. "Or there" He pointed towards the bathroom, where they were intimate just minutes ago. His jaw clenched as her eyes begged him to not say it. Taking a deep breath, he let it go. "But you won't find it here." His shaky hand pointed towards his heart. "You're wasting your time, Y/N."

...and it felt like the sky started falling

Office romance is never a good idea

Massive thank you to @lau219 for being very supportive and making these wonderful moodboards for me!

...Is anyone interested in reading such a thing? 😉

RECOUNT AND REVOTE!

For those in the US, there is a petition demanding a recount and revote as well as an investigation about the sudden change in support. Your voice matters and I encourage you to sign!

Change.org

This campaign needs you now

Recount and Revote the 2024 Election

Can't wait for more🥰🥰🥰

After Hours

Part 15

Previous part here

…………………………………………………………………………….

The smile still hadn’t left her face.

When Y/N had answered the door twenty minutes earlier, the delivery man had barely been able to see over the top of the arrangement as he’d greeted her and then handed her the vase. Her eyes had widened in momentary shock as she saw the flowers, and she kindly thanked the delivery man as he’d handed them off to her.

“Someone thinks you’re pretty special,” he’d said to her with a friendly wink, and Y/N had blushed before thanking him again and then heading back inside her apartment. Setting the vase down on her kitchen counter, she then reached for the accompanying message card and carefully pulled it from its small envelope.

Impatiently waiting for 7 o’clock...

Love, Robert

An enormous smile spread across Y/N’s face and her heart skipped a beat as she looked down at the card and his familiar handwriting. She then looked again at the incredibly beautiful, lavish bouquet of two dozen red roses perfectly arranged in the sparkling glass vase, and as she re-read the note, she smiled once more and bit her lip in giddy anticipation.

Tonight, they were finally going on an official date, and to say Y/N was also impatient for 7 o’clock would be a drastic understatement.

Last night, when they’d finally been reunited at the club, they’d found it incredibly difficult to part ways, but Robert was determined to do things right and wanted to take Y/N on an actual first date. Then, he could treat her like the queen that she was and they wouldn’t have to rush through any of it. They could savor finally being able to be together.

Walking hand in hand to the door of the dressing room, Robert had stopped at the threshold and then turned to Y/N, the two of them lightly pressed together as they’d lingered in the doorframe.

“Promise me you’ll write it in your planner as soon as you get home,” Robert said, referring to their date, and he’d looked at her with a smile. “Then I’ll feel assured that it’s actually going to happen.”

Smiling back up at him, Y/N hummed out a little laugh.

“Believe me, I don’t need the planner,” she’d said softly, shaking her head.

Smiling again, Robert leaned forward and tilted his head, softly kissing her once more before reluctantly pulling away. When he did, he held her eyes.

“Promise?” he’d said to her.

“I promise,” Y/N assured him warmly, and then she’d mirrored his action and leaned forward, placing a final small, reassuring kiss on his lips.

“Goodnight,” Robert said when they parted again.

“Goodnight,” she’d whispered back, and although Robert stepped away then, they didn’t immediately drop hands, Y/N’s palm only slipping from Robert’s after he’d taken a few more steps and they were no longer able to hold on. They looked at each other a final time and shared one last smile before Robert then forced himself to walk through the door in the hallway and back out into the club.

Now, looking at the beautiful flowers again, Y/N smiled and bit her lip once more in giddy happiness. She almost couldn’t believe everything that had transpired between her and Robert over the last several weeks, and it felt surreal that they had actually gotten to this point and finally admitted their feelings to each other. She remembered just weeks ago not knowing that Robert felt the same as she did and thinking nothing could ever happen between them, and then all the emotional torture that had followed until last night. It had been a crazy little ride, but she was unspeakably happy that the truth had finally come out and everything had turned out like it had.

And with that thought, Y/N had a call to make. 

Sitting down on the sofa, she grabbed her phone and pressed the contact before hearing two rings and then the call being answered.

“Why are you calling me and not getting ready for your evening with Mr. Fischer?” came Jason’s voice.

Smiling, Y/N replied.

“That’s not for another eight hours.”

“Isn’t that how long you need to get ready?”

Laughing, Y/N shook her head to herself.

“No, I only need five, so it’s a little early,” she replied jokingly.

“And let me guess, you’re hoping I’ll come over and distract you for a few hours?”

“That would be correct,” Y/N smiled and chuckled again.

“I’m on my way,” Jason said.

When he arrived twenty minutes later, Jason’s eyes were immediately drawn to the large bouquet of roses on Y/N’s counter, and when he read the accompanying card, he looked at Y/N and smiled.

“Do you know where he's taking you tonight?” he asked.

"No," Y/N replied with a shake of her head. "He told me that he wants it to be a surprise. But when I asked him if a cocktail dress would be the right kind of thing to wear, he said yes, so..."

"I'm sure he's taking you somewhere unspeakably fancy and expensive," replied Jason.

Y/N shook her head.

"I just can't believe this is even happening," Y/N said as she looked at Jason, the two of them walking into her living room and sitting on the couch. 

“I need to thank you,” she continued, speaking again after they sat down. “What you did for me, Jason, is something I don’t think I could repay you for. And I’m not just saying that in regard to how you helped Robert and I clear everything up. I’m saying it also about the fact that you stood up for me the way you did. Because even if nothing had changed with the situation with Robert, the fact that you did what you did is so beyond supportive.”

Jason smiled as Y/N looked at him.

"You've always been just as supportive of me,” he said to her. “When I came out to my family and they wouldn’t talk to me for months. Or when Kevin and I broke up and you let me live with you. When I was depressed and could barely function, and you kept me smiling. You’ve always been there for me when I needed it most. So, consider what I did just paying you back for all that."

Y/N shook her head.

"Payback was never necessary. I hope you know that."

"I do,” Jason smiled. “But also, in this case, I had no choice. You and Robert were both behaving like such idiots that I had to intervene for my own sanity.”

Laughing and smiling back at him, Y/N leaned forward and gave Jason a warm hug.

"Thank you for being the best friend anyone could ever ask for," she said to him.

Hugging Y/N back, Jason replied.

"Ditto," he said.

After releasing each other, Jason looked back over his shoulder at the flowers Robert had sent Y/N, and then he looked to her again.

"You know, when he was leaving the club last night, he said something similar to me.”

“What do you mean?” Y/N asked.

“Before he left the club last night, he stopped to thank me,” explained Jason. “He said that he didn’t know how he could ever repay me for helping you two work things out, and when I jokingly said that a Porsche would be nice, he offered to call the salesman he knows at the Porsche dealership. I mean, he knew I was joking, but he was still seriously prepared to call the guy.”

Laughing again, Y/N shook her head.

“Well, it’s not a Porsche, but I do have something I can offer you as a token of thanks,” she said, getting up from the couch and walking to the kitchen to grab a foil-covered plate from her countertop.

“Will double-fudge brownies suffice?” she asked Jason with a smile as she moved back to the couch and held the plate out to him.

Looking up at Y/N with a smile, Jason replied.

“Lucky for you, I like chocolate better than I like luxury cars.”

•.•.•.•.•

All while she was getting ready that evening, Y/N could not stop smiling to herself. She still could hardly believe she was finally going on a date with Robert, and her heart kept skipping in thrilled nervousness.

It was such a unique situation, because while they both had already expressed that they loved each other, which was absolutely true, this was the first time they’d ever be allowing themselves to behave in a way that reflected that. Up until last night, their interactions had never been romantic, and Y/N was absolutely giddy and almost in disbelief that she and Robert were finally going to be able to be that way with each other.

As the last minutes ticked away before 7:00 p.m., Y/N was nearly done getting ready and went into the bathroom to give herself a final check in the mirror. She’d done her makeup a bit more dramatically than she would do for work, and she’d styled her hair in long, loose curls. She’d chosen a deep teal dress with a floral pattern, the skirt long but ruched on one side, and the straps sitting off the shoulder.

As she looked at herself, she blushed uncontrollably as she remembered that, although she hadn’t known it at the time, Robert had already seen her in much less. She literally winced in embarrassment as she recalled the sultry black lingerie she’d had on when he’d apparently been at the club the very first time.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want him to see her like that eventually, but it was all still just kind of embarrassing. He’d found out she performed without her knowing, and he’d seen much more of her than he ever would have seen yet under normal circumstances. She knew he hadn’t done it to embarrass her, but she just felt kind of self-conscious about the whole thing. Not because she was ashamed, but it was just a side of her that Robert had seen before she’d been prepared to share it with him, before they’d even confessed their feelings.

Y/N didn’t know how or if they’d address it, but she tried not to think about it too much. What mattered is that they had gotten to this point now.

After applying her lipstick and slipping her feet in her shoes, she had just finished putting on her earrings and fastening her necklace around her neck when her buzzer rang. Her heart pounding, she pressed her intercom to allow Robert into the lobby, telling him she’d be right down.

After hearing Y/N on the intercom and entering the lobby of her building, Robert once again could hardly believe tonight was finally happening. He’d wanted this with Y/N for so long, and he tried to calm his nerves as he stood in the lobby.

Just as he’d written in the note he’d included with her flowers, he'd been impatiently waiting all day for tonight. While it had been an absolutely torturous past two weeks when he had thought he’d ruined his chance with her and that there was no fixing it, it was absolutely worth it for the fact that he and Y/N had finally admitted their feelings for each other and were now at this point. He’d willingly go through it all again if it meant the same outcome. 

And now, Robert was nervous yet also indescribably elated that the two of them were finally going to be able to pursue this. While they already confessed that they loved each other, it was almost like everything was happening in reverse order. You were supposed to date first, and then fall in love, but because of their unique situation, he and Y/N had done it backwards. They already knew so much about each other, were already in love, but until now, they'd never been able to express that. 

As he waited in the lobby, Robert absentmindedly reached up and fiddled with the knot of his tie. It was the tie he owned that always reminded him of Y/N, as she'd helped him clean a stain out of it one day right before a big meeting they'd had together.

Yet again recalling the situation, Robert smiled to himself as he remembered the way Y/N had hurriedly yanked it out of his hand after he'd removed it and quickly grabbed a small bottle of club soda from the table of refreshments in the meeting room that no one else had occupied yet. After returning from the ladies' room after cleaning the stain and drying the tie under the hand dryer, Y/N had stepped back up to Robert and reached forward to loop it back around his neck. As Robert re-tightened the knot, their eyes had met when Y/N had her hands on his collar, fixing it over the tie for him without even thinking. Suddenly realizing halfway through her actions what she was doing, Y/N had blushed as she'd dropped her hands from his neck and stepped back.

As soon as she'd created space between them, the other meeting attendees began filtering into the room, but Robert had caught Y/N's eyes a final time and thanked her, and she'd given him the sweetest little smile before they were both forced to turn their attention to the meeting. It was a moment between them that Robert would never forget, as he'd felt such intimacy between them which he'd wondered if Y/N had felt, too. Of course, she had, but at that time, neither of them could admit it.

Now, finally, they didn't have to push those feelings down.

Y/N on one side of the elevator doors and Robert on the other, each of them took a final deep breath in an attempt to calm their nerves as the anticipation that had been building since last night would finally be over. And when the elevator slowed to a stop and Y/N's arrival at the lobby was signaled by the ding of the bell, both she and Robert were both still nervous, but also more than ready.

After so long, they were finally going to be able to be together.

@nyxxie-pooh @xsweetcatastrophe @vervainandspritz @febris-amatoria @an-eclectic-of-mass-destruction

@allie131313 @empatheticlove @cardan-official @teawonderfultea-blog1 @meister95

@4ria790 @shopgirl6us @wonderlanddreamer @mrs-bond @the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf

@mspookington-blog @helftmich @lara2719 @cillmurphyslover @peskybinders

@vastcapacity @ll4n4 @tommyshelby87 @fmo166 @cassandratyrellm

@galactict3a @shaddixlife @solarets @starlightfading @randomcreator-09

@hairica @toobusyshrimping @sl-newsie @pkmonka @honeymoon8

@breakthestereo @borntodiemp3 @ladyvenera @alltoowellbeneaththemangotree @pawnsong

@cillmurphyslover @neonpurplestars89-blog @mostly-marvel-musings @myers-meadow @bloodandglitter207

Enemies with Benefits

Part 17: 1 of 2

Previous part here

I’m breaking this part up into two smaller parts because I just couldn’t wait to share more with you guys; I hope you’re all cool with that!

***!!!Warning: mentions of military service, hintings of PTSD!!!***

…………………………………………………………………………….

“Do you still think about it a lot?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you still think about it a lot?”

“Do I still think about what, love?”

Lying together in his bed, Tommy and Y/N were wrapped in each other, snuggled as close together as possible. His arm was around her while his hand tenderly stroked through her hair, and Y/N’s head was nestled on Tommy’s chest, her fingers softly running along his skin. She absentmindedly traced along the lines of the tattoo on his pec, and they’d been silent for a while, basking in the bliss of finally being together. It was now nearly morning, but the sky was still dark, and it still felt as if they were the only two people in the world, and Y/N hadn’t been able to resist asking the question.

“When you were in the army; when you were deployed,” Y/N clarified quietly, her head still resting on his chest. “Is it something you still think about a lot?”

Y/N felt Tommy tense underneath her, and she stopped tracing along his chest and laid her palm softly against him instead. When he didn’t answer right away, she then shifted to lift her head and look at him, and when he met her eyes, her voice was soft again.

“Polly told me, the morning after the robbery,” she explained. “And I saw your tags on the shelf last night.”

When Tommy still didn’t say anything, Y/N began to feel nervous. Maybe she shouldn’t have brought it up.

“I’m sorry,” she quickly began again, looking down and fiddling with the bedsheet. “I understand if it’s a sensitive subject, and we don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, but I just...” she lifted her eyes and looked at him again. “I want to really know you, Tommy, and your past is part of who you are.”

Silently looking back at Y/N for another moment, Tommy was battling the issue of not wanting to talk about that part of his life and processing the unbelievable rush of emotion he felt for Y/N at her statement.

He’d gotten closer to her than he’d ever gotten to any other woman. Frankly, she was the first woman he’d ever wanted to give true consideration to. Rather than a cookie-cutter girl who had no real substance and was only useful for scratching an itch, Y/N was a breed all her own. She was the elusive perfect woman for him that Tommy had imagined in some of his darkest times, but who he didn’t think he’d actually find until he’d met her, and he felt something within himself soften whenever they were together.

But there were aspects of Tommy’s life that Y/N wasn’t going to learn about or get to the bottom of in a single conversation, or even many. It would still take plenty of time and silent patience before Tommy would possibly fully open up to her or reveal those parts.

“Forget it. I’m sorry; I shouldn’t have brought it up,” Y/N said with a shake of her head when he still hadn’t answered her, but as she began to pull away to give him some space, Tommy reached out and stopped her.

“It’s alright, love,” he said as he stroked her cheek. “It’s not exactly a secret.”

“It was a big part of your life,” Y/N replied, trying to softly encourage him to talk.

Tommy dismissively shook his head and shrugged a shoulder.

“It’s not important,” he said, wanting to downplay it.

“Yes, it is,” Y/N replied, not wanting to push him but not liking the fact that he brushed it off like that. “It’s a part of what shaped you; of who you are. And from what Polly told me, you were quite determined, for multiple reasons.”

“Polly likes to harp on things for the sake of being dramatic, even when they’re not important,” Tommy said, still trying to downplay it all.

“Tommy...”

He huffed out an exhale then, wanting to give Y/N something to appease her, but not wanting to focus on it for long.

“It was just something I chose to do,” Tommy said then. “I had anger and energy from a shit childhood that I didn’t know how to channel, and no other place to go. University wasn’t for me, and I figured I should at least make myself useful to someone, and so there you go.”

Y/N looked at him.

“Was it awful?” she asked then.

“It wasn’t a holiday,” Tommy answered simply, and she could tell he didn’t want to elaborate. “But I wasn’t useful anywhere else.”

“I highly doubt that,” Y/N said. “From what Polly told me, you were useful even before the army. Trying to take care of everyone; trying to make things better. That’s a lot of weight to carry, especially when you were so young.”

“I didn’t have a choice,” Tommy answered.

“Yes, you did,” Y/N replied. “You didn’t have to shoulder that responsibility, but you did. And you could have just allowed yourself to stay angry, to choose a different path that could have been destructive, to let things stay as they were and just be mad. But you didn’t. You took it upon yourself to be better, to take steps to make sure your family was taken care of. Don’t belittle that, Tommy.”

From what small amount of knowledge she had on someone in his position, Y/N did know that Tommy’s dismissive attitude and downplaying of his past was a common behavior among veterans. But she sensed that it didn’t just stem from his military experience, but also from just who he was as a person. She knew he was determined, devoted, and fiercely protective of those he cared about. He always made sure everyone else was alright, but didn’t put any importance on himself because he always felt like he still wasn’t good enough, and like he still could or should be doing more.

Leaning forward and softly stroking his chest again, Y/N knew she shouldn’t push him any further right now.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to push you,” she said softly as she looked at him. “But just know that if you ever feel like sharing anything with me, or even if you just need someone to listen and not say anything, I’m here...and I think you’re very important.”

After a brief pause as he looked in her eyes, Tommy wrapped a hand around the back of Y/N’s neck and pulled her to him, their lips meeting for a passionate kiss as they each tried to wordlessly convey the feelings growing between them.

When they parted, Tommy stroked Y/N’s cheek as he smiled at her, and when she reached up and brushed a piece of his hair off his forehead, Tommy reached down and slowly ran the palm of his free hand back and forth over her bare bottom.

“Don’t look so pleased with yourself, Mr. Shelby,” Y/N teased him and gave him another quick peck.

“Well, let’s see, I have a sweet, beautiful, pistol of a woman lying naked in my bed, who can’t resist me and completely falls apart when I touch her, so I’d say I have plenty to be pleased about.”

Blushing and pushing away from Tommy in a feeble attempt to outdo him, Y/N spoke with a sheepish little smile as she pulled the bedsheet more tightly around herself.

“I do not fall apart, and I can totally resist you,” she insisted unconvincingly with another blush, scooting further away from him.

At that, Tommy rolled over after her and peeled the sheet from her body with little resistance before positioning himself above her and grabbing her wrists, pinning her in place. Y/N’s heart immediately began pounding again and she squirmed in pleasure as Tommy nosed along her neck and then kissed her there, his growing erection pressing against her pussy, which was immediately wet again.

“Oh, really?” he said tauntingly as he rocked his hips into hers and she moaned, arching up to meet his thrust. “Then why do I already have you moaning, and you’ve already drenched my cock again, hmm?”

He sensually kissed her neck again and rocked his hips once more, and Y/N whined as she tried to feel him exactly where she wanted, her wrists still in his grasp.

“Tommy…” she breathed out, the same desperation in her voice as there had been all night.

“That sounds pretty desperate to me,” he said to her teasingly as he looked down at her. “Now, are you going to keep up the charade, or do you just want me to fuck you?”

Speechless, Y/N just thrusted her hips up to him again, biting her lip in need as their eyes met and she silently begged him. Smirking, Tommy shook his head and spoke before slipping deeply inside her.

“Well, it was a valiant effort, love,” he said.

@nyxxie-pooh @xsweetcatastrophe @allie131313 @betty21rose @febris-amatoria

@hannibellector @fairytale07 @meister95 @alltoowellbeneaththemangotree @beastofburdenxo

@runnning-outof-time @aphroditeslover11 @galactict3a @natalie--rushman @wild-rose-35

@judig92 @hudson-bay-girl @ladyvenera @yay-im-fucking-trash @k1ng-l3on

@ceirinen @peskybinders @fuseburner @shaddixlife @neonpurplestars89-blog

@garrison-girl-08 @devotedlyshadowytheorist @emotionalcadaver @muhahaha303

Can't wait to see where this is going! xx

F*ck Buddies

Part 14 ( more here)

Pairing -Modern Thomas Shelby and Reader

Warnings- 18*, swearing, violence, sexual content

I do not consent to my work being copied.

Feeling your happiness deflate, you turned to look at him. Leyton, your ex. Taking a step out of his embrace. He looked just the same, even had the same jacket on, was it actually painted onto his skin? He was a good looking man, yes, you would admit that. But, he always looked like he needed a shave and a bath.

No doubt, he thought he was going for the rock star look. He was in his thirties now though, time to smarten up, maybe? Your eyes grazed from his feet to finally meet his eyes. He was smiling, but it didn't seem a genuine happy to see you smile. It seemed strained, he seemed strained. Stressed even.

Had he ever been stressed in his life? You doubted it.

He was too laid back, had no... ambition, couldn't keep a job, couldn't keep a tenancy agreement. Didn't even have a car. You now wondered what you had seen in him? Your relationship had been... rocky. You were oil, he was water, you were fire, he was ice.

You were ambitious, liked to strive for more. Go on holiday, see the world, he was happy in his local pub. In the same seat, with the same friends... He would probably do that for the next fifty years.

"You look good, girl," he winked, eyes landing on your cleavage. Urgh, girl? Really? that used to give you the ick, it still did. You were a fully grown woman. Not a girl.

Ignoring him, you paid for the drinks. "Do you want something, or is this a general chit chat?" you eventually spoke, head tilting to look at him. Warily. What did he want? Money? Cigarettes?

"Straight to the point, as always. That dress is sexy," he licked his lips, raising a hand, he let his finger travel along your bicep, taking a step closer.

Grabbing his hand, you bent it back. Stepping on his foot with your heel, "Do that again, I will break your hand," you warned, through gritted teeth. Picking up the tray of drinks you began to walk towards the table. Hearing him follow close behind you.

"Thought I could smell bullshit in here," your friend Sophie announced, loud enough for him to hear. The whole table erupting in laughter. Hiding your smile, you slipped into the booth. Taking a long sip of your Bellini, it was much needed.

Shooting Sophie a scathing look, Leyton stood in front of you. "I need to talk to you, it's important," he stated, his tone serious. Unfazed by the glares from your friend group.

“So…” you encouraged him to continue, rolling your hands like you were wrapping him up. “Spit it out,”

“I … I not here Y/n, please,” he shifted from one foot to the other. "Just give me a minute,"

Pressing your hands against the table, you stood up. Irritated. If he was going to tell you he couldn’t pay back what he owed, it would be no shock. Once a loser, always a loser. As you walked to the dimly lit corridor with him. It hit you.

How different he was from Tommy. Tommy was successful, ambitious, determined. He worked long hours, had many business ventures. He was family orientated, a doting father. He took care of his body and appearance.

Leyton blew out a long breath, as you came to a standstill. He still looked nervous, sweat was forming on his top lip. Maybe he should remove the damn jacket. “Ok,” he began, holding his hands up defensively.

“I’ve, I, just need to.... I’ve,”

“Jesus, spit it out,” you snapped, tapping your foot. He wasn’t going to take up your time all night.

“I’ve got something, Y/n. You need to get checked,” he couldn’t look at you, as he finally said the words. Shifting from foot to foot.

“Sorry,”

A nervous laugh left your mouth, but you realised he was serious. He’s got something? What did that mean? Got what? A job hopefully. Still smiling, you waited for him to elaborate.

"Got what? What do you mean?" you quizzed him, feeling confused.

Reaching out for your elbow, he steered you further away from the crowd. "Chlamydia," he announced, like it was no big deal. Your whole body ran cold, you felt the blood drain. Ears ringing, the sound of the bustling bar fading onto the distance. No.. No...that couldn't be true.

No.

Looking from your group of friends across the room, back to him, you laughed nervously again. "No..., that can't be true, no, you.. you're not serious,"

"I am, I wouldn't fucking joke about this. I had to be tested, you should too," he stated, tucking his hands inside of his jacket. "It was fucking embarrassing, girl,"

It had been at least six months, since you last had sex with him. You would know if you had an STD surely? "But, but, I would know, I'm fine, I haven't got anything," you stammered out, holding onto the wall for support. Oh god... Tommy.... had you given something to him?

How would you ever tell him that?

"The nurse said it can be in your system for months, you don't always get symptoms," he shrugged. He fucking shrugged, the bastard, that was it, that was the last straw. You lost it, totally lost it. Dived at him, gripping onto him, trying to scratch him.

Hitting him over and over.

Letting all of your anger out. On him.

Feeling yourself being dragged away, you were ushered outside. Your friends following you. "Calm the fuck down," a voice warned you, gripping your arm so hard. It was the security guard.

“Shit, I know you don't I, you are Tommy's woman?"

Immediately letting go of you, he gave you space to calm down.

Tommy had just been drifting off to sleep in his King size hotel bed, when his phone rang. Groaning, he pulled himself up. He had rang your four times, and sent you five texts. Clearly, you were ignoring him. Rubbing his eyes, he answered without screening the call.

"Boss?" a deep voice said, he had no clue which one of his men it was. "Er we've had a bit of a problem your girlfriend was in a fight. We had to had to erm, we had to chuck her out,"

Tommy tried to process the words, "Y/n?" he asked, instantly feeling worried for you.

"Yeah, Y/n, that's her, I recognised her. I only recognised her after see, or I wouldn't have pulled her outside. So that was a mistake and ..." he tried to apologise. Shit, if Tommy had seen him put hands on you, he would be in the river.

"Mark, shut the fuck up, what happened?" Tommy asked, immediately beginning to dress.

Sitting on your sofa with Daisy, you poured out another glass of wine. Four you had downed, since you got back home. You were drunk.

"I broke a nail, the bastard," you slurred, sloshing the wine around the glass. Watching you from the open plan kitchen, Daisy poured you a glass of water. Your phone was ringing again, how would you even begin to explain this to Tommy?

"Drink some water, maybe you should go to bed. Try and rest," she suggested, sitting beside you. Your face with stained with mascara from crying, eyes red rimmed. "Do you want me to answer, call him back?"

You shook your head no, draining the glass of wine. "How embarrassing is this, Daisy? I'm gonna have to go to a clinic," you hiccupped, beginning to cry again. “A clinic at my age!”

A knock on the door stopped her from answering. "If that's him, you can tell him to fuck off," you shouted, realising how drunk you sounded. Head spinning.

Tommy could hear shouting on the other side of your door. What could have happened, to make you get into a fight with a man? And who was he? If he had laid on finger on you, this would be his last day on earth. He would see to that with a click of his fingers.

As Daisy slowly opened the door, he tilted his head to see you on your sofa crying into a wine glass....

"Tommy," you cried out, dissolving into sobs. Stumbling across the room to fall into his arms….

Tags- @cloudofdisney @romanogersendgame @loveableasshole @goldensunflowe-r @captivatedbycillianmurphy

@namelesslosers @lauren-raines-x @katsav17 @answer-the-sirens @kathrinemelissa

@datewithgianni @geminiwolves @lyarr24 @ysmmsy @mysticaldeanvoidhorse

@dolllol2405 @padfootdaredmetoo @cheekybluefox @stevie75 @fairy-witch-bitch

@breely1284 @blyanyan @peaky-cillian @cevans-winchester @shadow-hunters-lover

@look-at-the-soul @livelifewondering @duckybird101 @lespendy @raychhh

@dressedinpoetrysblog @cillmequick @castellandiangelo @midnightmagpiemama @thenattitude

@forgottenpeakywriter @elenavampire21 @angelic-kisses13 @cljordan-imperium @peakyscillian

@pono-pura-vida @already-broken144 @muhahaha303 @kmc1989 @lilorphanann

@amberpanda99 @bernelflo @trixie23 @cilloak @globetrotter28

@in0320 @laylasbunbunny @lau219 @surfin-the-sun @fiokw

@fuseburner @stilestotherescue @crispynutella @snowtargaryen @neonpurplestars89-blog

@danzer8705 @hagarsays @niktwazny303 @kxnnxy

@aprilsfrog05 @brummiereader @meadows5 @galactict3a @honeymoon8

Great to hear my TASTE OF SHAME picked up some more traction!

...even funnier to see that the less intelligent part of fandom came to claim that Y/N in the story is underaged because Tommy mockingly called her a teenager😂

I'm afraid you need to go a bit offline. ❤️

To the rest, I'm working on two chapters! Gonna publish both in tandem for my 300 followers here! Merry Christmas 🎁🎄

You ever just... yell about #raymond leon??

Dude your posting and then dipping is fucking annoying. We waited and supported you through this whole drama and sticked to you and you can't even give us some more stories like you used to back then? one story a week is low and we all know you could do better than that.

Love taste of shame I hope you'll post soon

🍁

This whole message is nothing short of insane if I'm honest. I apologize for having a life and struggling health-wise.

Dam you people really can kill the joy in writing, can't you?

You and Arthur and a couple of the Lee boys, you'll be in charge of getting Barney into position. He'll be up in the lighting gantry. We'll need chains and a twitch, Tom. No. I will medicate him. Peaky Blinders | 5x06 Mr. Jones

Reblog if you want Asks/Messages from your followers in your inbox