take a hint ~ thomas shelby;peaky blinders
“Peaky blinders Thomas Shelby x female reader, the reader is dating Tommy and is the reader of there own gang and when grace starts working at the pub she tries to make Tommy fall in love with her but he doesn’t like her back. Tommy told her that he’s seeing someone but she doesn’t care and keeps flirting with him until Tommy tells the reader and the reader shows grace that you don’t try and flirt with the man she loves”
description: in which she decides to teach the new barmaid a lesson after she keeps flirting with her man
pairing: thomas shelby x female!reader
warnings: swearing, threats of violence
There were two most feared people in all of Birmingham: Thomas Shelby and (Y/F/N). You didn’t fuck with either of them unless you wanted to end up at the wrong side of a gun. They were both leaders of well known and well feared gangs in London, which one would think would make them adversaries.
To everyone’s shock and dismay, they ended up dating instead.
It started as a meeting for an alliance between the gangs. Tommy had invited (Y/N) to the Garrison for the meeting, which started with them talking business and ended with Tommy taking (Y/N) back to his house for the night.
To anyone who personally knew them both, they knew it was a match made in heaven. They were both ambitious, dedicated, and a little hot headed. And they were certainly very possessive of one another. Anyone with a functioning brain knew not to even try and flirt with either of them.
Well, besides the new barmaid that is.
(Y/N) walked into the Garrison one day and immediately noticed the blonde behind the bar. She eyed the woman for a moment before turning to the Shelby’s private room and letting herself in. The three Shelby brothers were sat around the table. Arthur was reading the daily paper while John and Tommy were puffing on cigars.
Tommy looked up as the door opened and smiled at his lover. “Hello love. How was your business meeting today?”
“Boring,” she responded. “Not worth my time.”
“Very few are worth your time (Y/N),” Arthur said in a sarcastic tone.
“Besides you wankers,” she retorted.
“Want a drink, (Y/N)?” Tommy asked her.
“I’d love my usual, dear.”
He stood and opened the window to the bar. The blonde barmaid immediately turned to give Tommy her full attention. (Y/N) watched their interaction closely, gritting her teeth in annoyance. She didn’t want to jump to conclusions over the barmaid’s intensions with Tommy; she had done that wrongly a few times before. However, it was hard to ignore the “fuck me” eyes she was giving him.
“Who’s the new barmaid?” she asked Arthur and John, trying to remain nonchalant.
“Her name’s Grace,” John replied. “Irish, sings a little. That’s about all I know of her so far. She’s got all the men wrapped around her fingers.”
“And she’s wrapped around Tommy’s,” Arthur muttered.
John elbowed him as (Y/N)’s anger grew.
Grace’s eyes drifted to (Y/N) and her face suddenly changed. “Oh, who’s your friend?”
“(Y/N),” she introduced herself. “Tommy’s girlfriend.”
Grace didn’t seem too put off by (Y/N)’s title, nor her obvious distain for the blonde. She did excuse herself afterwards to prepare their drinks. The window was left open as Tommy returned to his seat, which (Y/N) took as an opportunity to sit on Tommy’s lap and kiss him deeply.
She tried not to smirk in satisfaction upon seeing Grace’s annoyed look as she passed them their drinks.
“You’re incredibly attractive when you’re jealous,” Tommy noted as he sipped his drink.
“Then I must be the most attractive woman in the world right now,” (Y/N) muttered.
John and Arthur made noises of disgust as Tommy kissed (Y/N) again.
“Seriously, (Y/N), you know you have nothing to worry about,” John said. “Tommy’s obsessed with you and you alone.”
“Doesn’t mean I like seeing other women eye fucking him,” (Y/N) said. “I hope meeting me may get the message across to her that you’re off the market.”
“I wouldn’t count on it,” Tommy said, shifting her to sit next to him as he reached for a cigarette. “Grace is already well aware that I’m spoken for. She’s been trying to flirt with me since she was hired here.”
(Y/N) turned to glare daggers at the now closed window. So, this new bitch doesn’t understand boundaries, huh? she thought. I suppose I could teach her a lesson.
Later that night, when the bar was closing down and the last of the drunken patrons were leaving, (Y/N) was stood outside the door. She was taking a final puff from her cigarette before throwing it on the ground. She approached the door as the owner, Harry Fenton, was escorting out a few men.
“Sorry, we’re closed,” he said before looking up at who was approaching him. “Oh, (Y/N). What can I do for you?”
“Is the barmaid still here?” she asked him.
“Grace? Yes, she’s still inside.”
“I need a moment alone with her.” (Y/N) pulled a few pounds from her pocket and placed them in Fenton’s hand. “Just a moment, then I’ll be out of your hair.”
Fenton looked down at the money in his hand before looking back up at (Y/N). She knew she didn’t have to pay him to let her in to talk to Grace; Fenton turned a blind eye more than once to any of the Shelby goings on that happened in his bar. But she did it anyways out of respect for the bar owner, and in hopes that he would keep quiet to Tommy and his brothers about her late night visit.
Finally, Fenton stepped aside and nodded for (Y/N) to go in. “You got 10 minutes.”
(Y/N) smiled. “Thank you, Harry.”
She stepped into the empty bar. The Garrison felt like a different place at night. Empty, quiet, almost calm. She loved the bar at any time of the day, but especially in moments like this. If only she was there for an actual drink.
Grace was taking the glasses that had been left behind on the tables and placing them behind the bar. She didn’t seem too interested in the sound of footsteps entering the bar again, probably thinking it was just Fenton coming back to help her close.
“Hello Grace,” (Y/N) said.
The blonde started, almost dropping the glassware she was carrying. “Hello ma’am. You’re Thomas Shelby’s girlfriend. (Y/N), was it?”
(Y/N) gave Grace a false smile. “Let’s not beat around the bush here. I’ve come to learn that you don’t know the meaning of the word ‘no’.”
Grace placed the dirty glassware behind the bar and grabbed a cloth to busy herself with cleaning the tables. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I’m talking about the fact that Tommy has told you he has a girlfriend and is not interested in you, and yet you continue to pursue him.”
Grace laughed. “You must be mistaken. I didn’t know Thomas was seeing anyone until today. Had he rejected my advances before then maybe we wouldn’t have this misunderstanding.”
(Y/N) felt her blood boil with rage. She knew Grace was lying. She knew Tommy would never be unfaithful to her. Like John said, Tommy was obsessed with her and her alone. The fact that Grace was trying to twist the story in her favor, and no doubt to make (Y/N) angry with Tommy, just made her hatred for the barmaid grow.
(Y/N) approached the table Grace was cleaning. She pulled her gun from her waistband and put it on the table so that it was pointing at Grace. Grace’s eyes widened as (Y/N) put her hands on either side of the gun and leaned close to Grace.
“Here’s what I know,” she said. “I know that I love Thomas Shelby and he loves me. I know he would never flirt with some barmaid behind my back, and he certainly would not let her flirt with him. You see, dear Grace, I view what you’ve been doing with Tommy as disrespect, and I Don’t like to be disrespected.”
Grace’s eyes flickered to the gun for a moment. “You can’t threaten me. I’ll go to the police.”
(Y/N) scoffed. “You truly are not that bright. The police are in our pockets. You go to them, they come to us, and you’ll have pissed me off even more.”
The two women stared each other down. (Y/N) was impressed with Grace’s bravery, until she flinched when (Y/N) grabbed suddenly for the gun. (Y/N) smirked as she tucked the gun into her waistband.
“Have a good night,” she said before turning on her heel and walking out of the bar.
She made her way down the empty road, taking another cigarette from her coat and lighting it. She took a long drag and let the smoke slowly billow from her mouth. Without thinking, she found herself walking in the wrong direction of her own home and, soon enough, she ended up in front of Tommy’s place. She pulled the key to his flat from her pocket and let herself in without a knock.
Tommy was in his room, undoubtably getting ready for bed judging by the fact he was just in his boxers with a glass of whiskey raised to his lips. He finished the contents of the glass as (Y/N) walked into his room, letting her eyes wander over his nearly naked body.
“Hello love,” he said. “I thought you were home for the night.”
“I was,” she said. “But then I found myself out and wanted to come see you.”
Tommy laid his glass down on his bedside table and approached her. He took her face in his hands and smiled gently down at her. “Well, it’s always a pleasure to be in your company.”
He lowered his lips to hers. It was a familiar kiss, but one that always made (Y/N) feel lighter than air. She thought of how stupid Grace was to try and make it seem like Tommy would ever think of another woman the way he thought of her. He was hers and hers alone, and no one would take him from her.
Tommy’s hands wandered over her body, grabbing at her clothes to take them off. He pushed her jacket over her shoulders and onto the floor. His arms wrapped around the small of her back, pulling her to them so their bodies were pressed together. His hands roamed down towards her behind before hitting the cool metal that had been tucked in the waistband of her pants.
Tommy pulled away from the kiss as he took hold of (Y/N)’s gun. “What’s this for, then?”
“You should know what a gun is for, Thomas,” (Y/N) said in a sarcastic tone.
Tommy gave her a look. “You know what I meant. Does this have anything to do with why you were out tonight?”
(Y/N) shrugged innocently, looking up at Tommy through her eyelashes.
He raised an eyebrow at her. “Do I want to know what you did?”
“You’ll know next time you’re to the Garrison,” she responded. “I didn’t kill her, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
Tommy shook his head, a small, amused smile on his face. “You’re so jealous, love. You know no one holds my eye the way you do.”
“I know, but I was disrespected by that bitch, and we both know how much we hate to be disrespected. I had to teach her a lesson.”
Tommy chuckled and took (Y/N) in his arms again. “I love you so much.”
“And I love you. Now, take the rest of these clothes off me and let me show you who you belong to.”
