Could you write one on what it'll be like to date a peaky blinder but make it black reader. Love your writing btw ❤
Anticipation I
Authors Note: it’s been a while lol be patient with me. Tag list open. Thanks 💕💕
Warnings: None Yet.
Pairing: Black Reader x Thomas Shelby
Thomas Shelby had a car waiting outside for you with a familiar face behind the wheel. You glanced out the window, nerves crawling up your spine. Everyone had said to turn him down. Thomas Shelby meant you no good, but how and why would you ever turn him down? The man oozed charisma. No words were needed. It was all in his presence. He commanded attention, and he’d definitely caught yours.
You walked toward the small table, grabbing the red clutch that matched your gown. He’d promised you a good time, and red dresses always seemed to bring one. The horn sounded outside. An impatient driver. You rolled your eyes, opened the front door, and stepped out of your apartment.
“I don’t have all day, eh?” Arthur Shelby peered through the driver’s window and waved you over. He’d never been one for patience. You’d learned that through the way he constantly interrupted Thomas whenever he was talking to you.
For months he’d tried to get a date, and for some reason, last week your tall wall finally crumbled at the words, “Y/N, give me one night and I swear, you won’t forget it.” Those words echoed through your mind once more as you stepped into the passenger seat.
“About time, pretty lady.” Arthur looked at you with warm eyes and a crooked smile. “Thomas Shelby waits for no one.”
“He waits for me.”
Arthur chuckled. “Sure he does.” He laughed.
The restaurant in downtown London offered no surprises. Soft jazz drifted through the air as you sat alone in a back corner booth, waiting. You’d finished two glasses of champagne and one whiskey neat before your impatience had you fighting the urge to leave. Y/N waited for no one.
In your mind, you’d decided he had three more minutes before you walked out. You’d rather take the alley home than wait around for a man who had probably stood you up.
Two minutes passed and you gave in. You were leaving. An hour of your Friday had been wasted when the works of Langston Hughes were calling your name instead. Your feet carried you quickly across the restaurant, your hips accidentally brushing seated patrons, but you didn’t care.
“Y/N!”
Thomas’s voice stopped you mid-stride.
You stood there, mentally deciding whether to slap him or simply walk away. Both felt like the right answer.
You turned to face him. His tailored vest hugged his lean frame perfectly. A cigarette hung lazily from his lips while his eyes wandered over every inch of you.
“What?”
“I apologize.”
He exhaled slowly. “Things always get carried away.”
“Sure they do.” You folded your arms. “I’d like a ride home.”
“After dinner?” It came out as a question, but everything about him made it sound like a command. He placed a hand gently against your back, guiding you toward the table. Pulling out your chair, he looked down at you. “Go on. Take a seat. No need to be angry.”
“I don’t like waiting.”
“Anticipation bothers you?”
“I anticipate nothing.”
“You anticipate me.” He nodded toward the chair. “Sit.”
The command sent heat rushing to your face.
Asshole.
You sat, dropping your clutch onto the table with a loud thud before clearing your throat.
“I see you’ve had a few drinks.” A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
“Yeah. Started a tab for you.”
“I don’t pay here.” He motioned for the waiter, who hurried over immediately. “We’ll have another round. And tell me, are you hungry?”
You scoffed and rolled your eyes.
“That isn’t an answer.” Thomas leaned across the table, folding his hands together. “Are you hungry?”
“Sure.”
“Have dinner delivered to my home in the next hour. Call my driver and send a bottle of whatever she’s been drinking as well.”
The waiter disappeared into the crowd.
You took a slow breath, trying not to let the thought of Thomas Shelby’s home make you squirm with excitement.
“Can we have a private dinner?” he asked.
“I guess.”
“I’d like to get to know you. All of you. Your pet peeves. Your favorite food. The way you dance.” He paused, watching your expression carefully. “The sounds you make in your sleep. Everything.”
You fought back a smile.
“Well, I guess you should know this. I can’t be bought, and I can’t be wooed by charm or aura or any of that.” You stood, picking up your clutch. “Take me home, and when you think you have the time to give me the date I deserve, we can try this again.”
Thomas stubbed out his cigarette, looking slightly irritated but far more amused.
“You’re going to make me work for it?”
“You should know, I’m a full-time job. Work is expected.”
You stepped closer until you were beside him. Leaning down, your lips barely brushed his ear.“Goodnight, Mr. Shelby. I’ll make my own way home.”
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