The One Where They’re Up All Night | Tommy Shelby x Reader
Request: no - written for @emilyhufflepufftlk ‘s 300 Follower Celebration
Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader
Summary: Between a five month old baby and a husband that's constantly working, (Y/N) can't remember the last time that she got a decent night's sleep. So she's thrilled when Tommy offers to help her one night. Although that night might not go as she planned it to.
Warnings: langauge, smoking, sexual situations (PG-13 rated)
Word Count: 4684
A/N: this one got a little chaotic...but it’s a good chaotic, I think. Congrats on 300 followers @emilyhufflepufftlk !! Enjoy! :)
A/N 2: IMPORTANT — so as the warning says, there is some sexual content in this, but I’ve tried to write it so that it’s not an explicit smut piece (I don’t feel comfortable doing so). I’ve rated it PG-13 because I was kind of going off of what those types of scenes in movies like The Great Gatsby and Twilight’s Breaking Dawn Part 1 have shown (both are PG-13). So I guess what I’m saying is that although this isn’t actual explicit smut, it’s kind of obvious what’s going on (the warning says it clearly)....please interact with it accordingly. Also let me know what your thoughts on that were too; like if you think that I’ve rated it properly. Thanks! :)
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The sounds of splashing water and a baby's laughter echoed out of the en-suite bathroom and down the hallway. It was what coaxed Tommy Shelby away from his work and out of his office.
"Need some help there, love?" he asked as he leaned up against the doorframe of the master bathroom, an amused look on his face.
(Y/N) turned her head away from the five month old baby that she was trying to bathe to send her husband a deadpanned look. She shook her head with a sigh when her gaze only made Tommy chuckle. "Did you hear my struggles from your office?" she questioned him as she turned back to the baby in order to make an attempt at washing his head.
"As a matter of fact I did," Tommy responded as he pushed himself off of the doorframe to come over to her side. He rolled the sleeves of his dress shirt up to his elbows as he kneeled down next to her. "It sounded like he was having a good time though," he commented, making her scoff out a laugh before she tipped her head back in defeat.
"Bath time isn't meant to be this strenuous," she groaned, "I thought I'd have it down by now."
"Ease up on yourself, (Y/N). Nobody really knows what they're doing with their first kid. I mean, look at John...fucker's got what, five of 'em now and he still barely knows what's goin' on," he tried to calm her down, a smile forming on his face as he watched the corners of her mouth tug upwards. "Now tell me how I can help you here. I'm not very good at the bathing part, but I'm sure I can hold him steady so he's not squirming away from you."
"Holding him would be a big help, Tommy. Thank you," she smiled over at him appreciatively. She never wanted to be the wife that was nagging him to get out of his office and help with his child, especially when he was in the midst of some big changes within the company that he was the head of. But at the same time, she wished that he was around to spend more mundane and normal moments with his family.
"Alright, little man. Let's try not to get daddy too wet, eh?" he tried to reason with the five month old, who only sent him a toothless smile in response. "Let mummy bathe ya so that we can get changed into some warm clothes."
The process certainly went much quicker with an extra set of hands on the job, and soon enough, Tommy was lifting little Oliver Shelby up out of the bath and into the air. "Bring him over here so that he can get dried off, Tommy. I don't want him catching a cold," (Y/N) gently scolded her husband for holding the baby out in the cold air for too long. The baby, though, seemed to be enjoying looking at himself in the mirror. It also didn't help that Tommy was making funny faces behind him.
"Alright, lad, let's get you warm," he said, then making airplane noises as he brought Oliver over to where (Y/N) was waiting with a towel. He then handed the baby off to his wife, who bundled him up quickly before carrying him into their adjoined bedroom.
"His sleeper is on the dresser. A nappy should be there too," she instructed him and he went off, grabbing the needed things before bringing them back to her. Oli was soon dressed and ready to go to sleep for the night. "I'm gonna stay in here and feed him and then hopefully get him to sleep. You're more than welcome to go back to work," she told Tommy as she lifted the baby in her arms so that she could move to sit up against the headboard of the bed.
"Ok. I won't be in there long," he told her leaning over to kiss both of their foreheads then, "good night, Oliver," he said in a soft voice before he stepped back and went to the door of the bedroom. (Y/N) smiled as he walked out of the room before focusing on getting the baby to eat.
He had finished eating rather quickly, and it seemed like he was still wide awake. (Y/N) knew that if she put him in his crib now, he'd just start screaming his head off. So she stood up from the bed and walked down the hallway with the baby in her arms. Luckily the door to Tommy's office was cracked slightly, so she was able to nudge it open with her foot. Tommy glanced up from his papers, his eyebrows furrowing at his wife's unexpected arrival.
"Something wrong, love?" he asked, noticing that she had the baby in her arms.
"No. He's just not tired yet so I didn't want to put him down. I figured if he's content in my arms I'd just bring him with me," she told him as she moved to sit down on the couch that was positioned across from the crackling fireplace. This was normally how she spent her evenings when Tommy was busy with his work. She'd unwind from the day while sitting in his presence. Something about it calmed her immensely. So she figured that it'd have the same effect on Oliver too. "You don't mind us sitting here, do you?" she asked, glancing over at Tommy once she had Oliver positioned comfortably in her arms.
"Not at all," he smiled over at her before dropping his focus back to the ledger that was in front of him. (Y/N) let out a deep breath and relaxed further into the couch, tipping her head back against the cushion as she closed her eyes. She could feel Oliver's steady breathing as she held him close to her chest and its rhythm made her even more relaxed.
Tommy found himself glancing up at his wife and son more often than he was paying attention to his work. He didn't mind it though. Seeing them sitting peacefully across the room brought a great amount of peace over him. "I'm I distracting you?" (Y/N) asked him some time later, a slight smile on her face.
"No, love," he lied to her, chuckling slightly when she cocked an eyebrow in his direction. She didn't call him on it though, this was the kind of lie that she didn't mind hearing.
"I think he's starting to nod off now. I'm gonna go and try to rock him," (Y/N) informed Tommy then as she slowly stood from the couch in hopes that she wouldn't jostle the baby that was cradled in her arms.
"I should be done here soon," Tommy told her as she spun to face him before exiting the room. He was in the process of lighting a cigarette now, since he'd sworn off smoking them whenever the baby was in the room.
"Ok. Take your time. I'll hopefully be in the bedroom by the time you're finished," she informed him and he nodded before she exited his office and went to the nursery. "Alright, Oli, let's get you to sleep, yeah?" she spoke softly to the baby as she sat down on the wooden rocking chair. Oliver cooed to her softly before he let out a big yawn that made her laugh. "You do seem tired alright," she continued talking to him, even though she knew he wouldn't answer her. She grabbed the small blanket that was draped over the back of the chair and covered him with it before she started rocking the both of them gently.
She'd only been in there a few minutes before the door to the nursery opened to show Tommy. He glanced over at (Y/N) before he shut the door behind him carefully so that he wouldn't startle the baby. "What're you doing, Tommy? Did you finish your work already?" she asked him, not expecting him to be done so early.
"I'm done with it for the night. I wanted to come help you," he told her as he approached the rocking chair quietly, "how 'bout you give me him and go try to get some sleep," he suggested, and if she didn't have a baby laying on her chest, she would have jumped out of the rocking chair the second she heard his words. Even though Oliver was five months old now, he had yet to get into a normal sleep routine, which meant that one of his parents had to be getting up at the odd hours of the night to settle him. Most times, that parent was (Y/N).
"Thank you, Tommy," she sent him an appreciative smile as she slowly stood from the chair. She then gave him the blanket, which he draped over his shoulder, before she carefully passed Oliver into his arms. "Thank you so much," she praised him again, more than ready to go get some sleep.
"Don't be thanking me, love. He's my son too," Tommy brushed her words of gratitude off, smiling down at her then. She only smiled at him before she stretched up to kiss his lips quickly as one last sign of her thanks. Tommy chuckled as they broke apart so that he could move over and carefully sit down in the rocking chair. Oliver stirred in his arms as he moved to get comfortable, and Tommy was quick to shush him and start rocking slowly. "You going to bed, (Y/N)?" he asked his wife, who had been standing a few feet away from him with a wide smile on her face for a few moments now.
"Huh? Oh yeah, I am," she nodded, feeling a bit bashful that she'd been caught staring. There was just something about seeing her husband with a baby in his arms that made her emotional. She was unable to stop her heart from swelling and the butterflies from going crazy as she stood and watched him.
"(Y/N)..." Tommy called out again, snapping her back from her dream world for a second time.
"Ok. I'm really going now. Sorry," she rushed to apologize and Tommy chuckled at her as she finally moved over to the door. She stopped to look back at the heavenly sight once she got to it though.
"Goodnight, sweetheart," Tommy waved for her to keep on going, noticing that she was stuck again.
"Goodnight, Tommy," she responded, her cheeks heating up as she finally moved to leave the nursery for their master bedroom.
Some time later, Tommy was opening the door to his bedroom. He was surprised to see (Y/N) sitting up on her side of the bed. "What are you still doing up?" he asked her with furrowed brows as he went about unbuttoning his dress shirt. "I thought you'd be coming in here to sleep."
(Y/N) stood from the bed and walked over to him slowly. She had tried hard to get to sleep, but there was just something about seeing him in the nursery that had gotten her going. She and Tommy hadn't really been intimate with each other since Oliver was born five months ago. It was either because things kept getting in the way, or because (Y/N) was too tired to do anything of the sort after she was finished caring for their newborn. But now, even though she should have been tired, she wasn't. Now she wanted to be with him in the way that she'd been needing for a while now. "I'm not tired, Tommy," she told him, flashing her best 'bedroom eyes' as she came over to him and helped with finishing unbuttoning his shirt.
"What do you suggest we do then, love?" Tommy questioned as a grin formed on his face. He was certainly picking up his wife's non-verbal cues at the moment, and there was no way that he was going to shut it down.
"It's been five months, you know..." she trailed off, a smirk on her lips as she pushed his shirt off of his shoulders, making it fall by their feet. "Five months is a long time," she continued, her fingers going to the waistband of his trousers so that she could grab his cotton undershirt and start to hoist it up over his head. He allowed her to do so and she took it off with ease, dropping it alongside his other discarded clothing.
"It is a long time, indeed," he agreed with her, taking her cheeks into his hands and bringing her lips to his before she could do anything more. She gasped at the sudden kiss but returned it with fervor, showing him how much she needed him at the moment.
"Take my nightgown off, Tommy," she panted against his lips as she separated herself from him just enough so that he'd understand what she said. He nodded, his forehead brushing against hers as he hastily dropped his hands to the hem of the short nightdress she was wearing so that he could bring it up her body. She raised her hands and let it come over her head, her hands then dropping to his chest as their lips met once more.
"So. Fucking. Beautiful," Tommy breathed against her lips, accentuating each word that he said with a kiss before he trailed his lips down the skin of her jaw and to her collarbone. "You're so fucking beautiful, (Y/N)," he repeated his praises as he stepped back, his eyes casting over her bare frame. She wanted to shrink into herself, afraid that her body wouldn't be as delightful to look at after she'd given birth to their son, but Tommy didn’t care at all. If anything, seeing her like this only spurred him on more.
(Y/N) was just starting to work on the buttons of his trousers as he nudged her to begin walking over to their bed, making her giggle as he started pressing a slurry of kisses to her neck and upper chest. He kicked his pants off as they fell onto the bed while exuding a mixture of laughter and heavy breathing. Tommy propped himself up with his hands so that his weight was off of (Y/N) as he pulled away to look at her.
"You're sure?" he checked with her before they continued any further. Sure, she'd initiated their heated exchange, but he still wanted to double check and make sure that she still felt comfortable.
"Never been so sure in my life," (Y/N) smiled up at him, hooking her legs around his waist to pull him down closer to her as her hands grabbed hold of his cheeks. "I need you right now, Tommy," she breathed against his lips before she kissed him passionately.
That was all Tommy needed to move into overdrive, their kisses becoming sloppy as they ridded themselves of the final articles of clothing before he got himself where they both needed him to be. Blissful sighs escaped both of their lips at the feeling of being truly connected now after going so long without it.
And everything was going well until Oliver's cries started ringing out loudly. "Tommy," (Y/N) breathed, trying so hard to pull his head out of the crook of her neck. Caught up in the heat of the moment, he must've not heard their child crying, but being a mother, she certainly did. "Tommy, it's Oliver..." she panted.
"He'll go back to sleep," he mumbled into the skin of her neck before he continued nipping at it, a great amount of pleasure coursing through him at the moment
As much as she wanted to believe it, (Y/N) knew for a fact that that wouldn't be the case. "Tommy he won't. His screams'll just get louder," she told him, making him still and let out a long sigh into the skin of her collarbone before he finally raised his head to look at her. "If you let me, I'll go get him," she told him, just needing him to move from on top of her.
"No, love," he sighed, slowly moving himself off of her before he reached down to grab his underwear. "I'll go get him," he told her once his bottom half was covered.
"Thank you," she said as she rolled onto her side. She truly wanted to cry at the moment. She couldn't begin to explain how much him going to calm down their baby meant to her.
"You don't move, alright?" he told her, his eyebrows raised, "I'm coming right back to finish what we started once I get him back to sleep," he assured her, the grin on his face making her giggle.
"Ok, Tommy," she smiled at him as he leaned down to kiss her lips. One kiss turned into two, that turned into several before (Y/N) was placing her hands on his cheeks so that she could physically break away from him, "the baby, Thomas," she gently reminded him as she pulled back to look at him once more.
"I'll be back," he told her, leaning in to kiss her lips one last time regardless of how much she tried to fight him, "just needed one more before I went. I might be in there a while," he told her, making her giggle and bite on her index finger as she watched him go to exit the room.
And it turned out that he was in there for a while. Ten minutes had turned into twenty, and soon enough, (Y/N) was rolling out of the bed so that she could go check on him. She grabbed her underwear and slid them on over her legs before she picked up the first article of clothing that she could, which happened to be his cotton undershirt. So she pulled that on over her torso before she exited the bedroom to go down the hall to the nursery. She could hear Tommy's soft words before she was able to see him, and when she got to the doorway, she saw her husband holding their son in his arms, bouncing him softly as he looked out the large window that the room had. Oliver's cries had died down, but it was obvious that he was still fussing and fighting sleep.
"Lookit, there's your mumma now," Tommy said softly as he turned to notice (Y/N) standing in the doorway.
"Is there something wrong with him, Tommy?" (Y/N) questioned, concern slipping into her voice as she stepped into the room.
"I'm not sure, love. He's really fighting going back to sleep though," Tommy responded as she stopped in front of him. Her first instinct was to reach out and touch the child's forehead, and she gasped at the result that she found.
"He feels like he's burning up, Tommy," she said, a great amount of worry now present in her voice as her mind immediately went to the worst case scenario.
"He didn't feel that warm when I first checked him," Tommy stated with furrowed eyebrows as he checked his son's forehead again, indeed feeling that he was rather warm.
"Oh goodness, he's sick isn't he, Tommy?" (Y/N) started to panic, all of the pleasant emotions that were still present in her body now being overrun by ones of worry.
"Calm down, love. I don't think it's anything bad," he assured her, holding Oliver off of his chest slightly so he could take a better look at him, "it could just be because he was resting against my chest and he took in some of my body heat," he tried to think of a reason behind his son's rise in temperature.
(Y/N) listened to her husband's words and tried to calm herself down, looking over at the baby then, who was still fussing while he had his hand shoved into his mouth. He looked to be clenching down on it too. Then something popped into her mind, "I think he might be teething, Tommy," she told him, remembering the hand-chewing being one of the tell-tale signs that Ada had told her about when they were talking about her experiences with Karl. The brief feeling of calmness inside of her was quickly replaced by more panic seconds later. "Oh fuck…I've forgotten what Ada told me about what we should do. I have no clue what to do for him!" she started freaking out, her eyes widening slightly as she looked over at her baby, who was clearly feeling uncomfortable.
"Relax, (Y/N). This is gonna be a lot harder if you're freaking out too," Tommy took to calming down his wife first before he started to rack his brain in hopes that he'd come up with a solution. "Alright, listen, we can try to call Pol, ok? I'm not sure if she'll be up this late, but she should know what to do, so it's worth a try," he did what he does best and came up with a plan. (Y/N) nodded along with him before they just kind of stared at each other. "Go call Polly, (Y/N)," he explicitly told her then, nodding his head to the door of the nursery.
"You go call her," (Y/N) contested his decision.
"Why?"
"Because he's my baby and I can't leave him," she quickly told him before she opened her arms, "give him to me and go call your aunt," she told him the new plan and he nodded with a sigh before handing the fussing baby over to her. He knew that she wasn't going to let him win this one. "It's gonna be ok, Oli. Daddy's gonna phone auntie Polly and get this all fixed," she cooed to the baby, who didn't seem to care one bit as he continued gumming at his hand.
They both walked down to the front sitting room, where (Y/N) sat with Oliver in her arms and Tommy moved to grab the phone before he brought it over to sit next to (Y/N). He then asked the operator for Polly's address and was quickly given it. To his luck, she picked up after not long. "Pol? Hey, I'm sorry for calling so late, but it's urgent. No, everyone's fine..."
"Everyone's not fine," (Y/N) hissed at him as he sighed and started rubbing at his temples.
"We think that Oli's started teething and (Y/N) forgot what Ada told her to do. Do you have anything that might help us?" he asked, listening as Polly gave him a list of things that might soothe the baby's aching gums. "Ok, thanks, Pol," he expressed his gratitude before hanging up the phone and standing from the couch.
"What did she say, Tom?" (Y/N) eagerly asked as she watched him walk to the archway.
"I'm going to get a cold, damp rag for him. She said that it might help," he informed her before he left the room for the kitchen. Moments later, he came back and sat down next to (Y/N). "She said that letting him chew on this might help soothe his gums," he said as he let the baby begin chewing on it. His fussing decreased slightly, but it didn't stop, and within minutes, he was spitting the now warm rag out of his mouth.
"Take him, Tommy. I'm going to go get his pacifier," (Y/N) informed him before she handed the baby over and stood from the couch. She then made a mad dash up the steps, eager to grab the thing that might quell her son's pains.
She sat down next to Tommy and Oliver and tried to give him the pacifier, both parents letting out a sigh of relief as he helped to quiet him down. But just when they thought that they'd managed to solve the crisis, Oliver spit the pacifier out of his mouth and started crying again. "Shit, Tommy, I don't know what to do," (Y/N) sighed, tears welling up in her eyes at the sight of her baby crying. It also didn't help that it was getting pretty late and she hadn't had one lick of sleep yet.
"Calm down, (Y/N). Just go wet the rag again. We're gonna keep trying until he's calm enough to go back to sleep," Tommy told her, taking charge on this like he often did with problems in the business. (Y/N) nodded and wiped her eyes before she stood from the couch and went to wet the rag once more.
Nothing seemed to be working, and when the clock struck five in the morning, Oliver was still crying. (Y/N)'s feet were getting tired from her constant running to wet the rags they'd been using to try and soothe the baby's discomfort. She wanted nothing more than to curl up next to Tommy and fall asleep, but she couldn't do that until Oliver was calm again.
"Let me try something," Tommy said then after (Y/N) finished picking up the spit out pacifier from the floor for the umpteenth time. "Come here, Oli," he said then as he hoisted the baby up higher into his arms so that the little one’s head was essentially resting in the crook of his armpit. "You want my hand, eh?" he asked the baby, offering it up to him and smiling as he immediately took it. He then allowed Oliver to take his index finger into his mouth and start clenching his gums on it. "He's cutting a tooth, alright. I can feel one starting to pop up on the bottom here," he informed (Y/N), who was sitting at watching him in admiration. She was so happy that he'd chosen to step up on this one because she felt like she was a wreck.
"That's good to hear. Hopefully the doctor will have some medicine to help with the pain of it," she nodded her head and breathed out a sigh of relief now that the baby was fully calmed down.
"How about you get some sleep now?" Tommy suggested to (Y/N) after he watched Oliver's eyes slowly shut, his mouth still wrapped around Tommy's index finger.
"Sleep? Tommy the sun's starting to come up," (Y/N) responded, motioning to the window, where she could easily see dawn breaking from behind the curtains. She’d cut her losses at that point.
“Well c’mere at least then,” he said, opening his arm that wasn’t holding Oliver out to her. At this point, he’d switched his finger out for the rubber pacifier and the sleeping baby hadn’t figured out the difference. (Y/N) smiled and jumped at his offer, moving over so that she could finally curl herself into Tommy’s side. “This wasn’t how I pictured our night going,” he commented once she was resting comfortably against his side.
“Oh there’ll be plenty of time for that, Tommy. We don’t get many moments like this with Oli when he’s this little though,” (Y/N) reminded, glancing up at him then.
“I suppose you’re right,” he agreed with her, a small smile on his face as he leaned over to kiss her lips. She smiled into the kiss, stealing one more from him before she tucked her head into his shoulder once more. “Try to take a nap, love,” he whispered to her, wrapping his arm around her so that he could pull her closer to him and keep her safe. (Y/N) listened to his suggestion and let her eyes flutter shut, deciding that getting some sleep wouldn’t be a bad idea.
Some hours later when the head maid named Mary went looking for the members of the Shelby family, she found all three of them still sleeping on the same couch. She didn’t dare wake them though. Instead, she decided to let them be, allowing them to catch up on some much needed sleep after the night that they had.
Morning - Cillian Murphy x reader (short one-shot)
PAIRING: Cillian Murphy x fem!reader
WARNING: none just pure fluff (age gap - Cillian is 45 and reader is around 20)
QUOTE: She is an art
A/N: English is not my first language so I apologize for the grammatical mistakes. Enjoy!
Cillian POV
It was around eight in the morning. Fresh air was going through the opened window. I open my eyes and saw her. My love.
The sun's rays shone on her face. Her eyes were closed. She looked so peacefully. So beautiful. I pulled her closer and hide my face in the back of her neck. Her back was on my chest. I inhaled her scent. She smells like vanilla and strawberries. It was probably because of her shampoo.
I put my hand on her thigh and slowly pulled up. She moved a little so I stopped. But I wanted to touch her. Her skin was so warm, so soft. I decide hold her hand. I gently took her hand and intertwined her fingers with mine. I kissed back of her neck and make make myself more comfortable than I already was.
I sighed. This is it. That’s home. She’s my safe place. I decide to try fall asleep again. The last thing I saw was her back then I black out.
~ After two hours ~ (still Cillians POV)
I felt something on my cheek. I didn’t mind it was comfortable tho. Then I felt something on my forehead. I slowly opened my sleepy eyes and saw beautiful (e/c) eyes looking at me. She looked sleepy, but she still put soft smile on her face. I couldn't help but smile. She looked like goddess. And this goddess is mine. All mine.
‘Good morning baby, did you slept well?’ she said. My god. Her voice was like honey. She could talking about anything and it would still sound perfectly. How was she doing that? Did she even know what is she doing to me? I thought.
‘Morning love and yes, my sleep was lovely when you were beside me.’ I said. ‘I’m glad’ she smiled. I cuddle into her more.She hugged me more kissed me on my head. I poked her a little. She let out the softest laugh and started play with my hair. I sighed again.
Walking down those streets was never easy, I always tried to hide but looking the way I do was not really helping. Brown skin, big lips and curly hair my momma said I was blessed with her DNA , seeing that I have no features from my father whom I never meet in my 16 years of living. My momma never talked about him and when I mentioned him, her whole demeanor always changed. I stopped mentioning him at some point, suppressing the urge to find him.
”Martha love could you come downstairs please?”
“Yes, what is it?”
“We will be moving” she said getting out the couple luggages we owned.
“Really? where to momma?“ I asked curiously.
“Small Heath”
Moving from Leicester to Small Heath was a huge change. From the atmosphere and people , me and momma living in the outskirts of Small Heath where all the other foreigners lived. Momma had a job at a family tailor, they were really nice people. A elderly lady called Adalind Hollows and her son Darren Hollows. While my momma worked hard to provide for us.
I went to school dreaming of becoming an author. But for that I needed to graduate first and visit a college. But I knew that this was just a dream of mine. A black female writing and publishing a book in a white male dominated field.
Impossible.
Near my school there was a library i liked to visit but the owner never allowed me to enter the shop. I could only stare at the books from the window shop. I make me way to the displayed books, seeing the book I’ve longed for ‘Miracle world’. I see the librarian shaking his head closing the shop curtains.
Dropping my head I walk home trying to hurry up. It’s getting slightly darker and my momma never liked me being outside at this hour. I see a group of teenagers smoking cigarettes in an alleyway. Hoping they would ignore me I rush past them. But luck is never on my side.
“Look at that negro kid”
“Nappy headed”
“Burned fish”
I ignore the comments walking past the kids rushing back home. I heard foot steps behind me. They started to get faster and faster. I knew it was just one person but I was terrified and hoped they’d leave. I felt a hand on my back pushing me down to the ground. I tried to catch myself, but hit my face on the concrete wall. I screamed feeling blood gush from my forehead.
“Fucking negro kid” I heard someone say before they grab my skirt, realizing what’s about to happen I scream hoping someone will hear me.
“Shut the fuck up nobody can her you”
Before I could do something the person gets ripped of me. I can barley make out a “I can, you fucking cunt” before I pass out.
Arthur Shelby‘s POV:
Leaving the Garrison I take a shortcut through the alleyway. I hear a scream not far where I am, sounds like a kid. I run farther down and see a man about to rape a young girl.
“Shut the fuck up nobody can hear you” the man says. Before he can push himself onto her I ripped him of her.
“I do, you fucking cunt” I punched him until he fell unconscious. Looking carefully at him I realized it was Wallace Warner biggest douchebag around here.
Looking back to the girl I see her bleeding forehead and ripped stockings. Poor girl I got out of my coat and wrapped her in it. I picked her up and walked to Polly’s place hoping she can help her.
“Pol” I screamed waiting in front of the door.
The door opens and I see her holding a glass with whisky in it.
“Omg what happened, who is that?” she asked pulling me inside I lay the girl onto her couch leaving the coat around her.
“Fooking, Wallace tried to rape her, she has a forehead injury it looks bad Pol.”
“Poor girl, get some warm water and bandages.” she said brushing the girls hair of her face.”
I walk out the door grabbing the things before I can enter the room, I hear her gasp.
“What is it, Pol” I ask placing the items onto the table.
“S-she loo-oks likes a mini copy of Roseanne, Arthur”
Frowning a bit I take a good look at the girl, understanding her statement. With her hair brushed away the girl really does look like her.
Roseanne.
Roseanne Smith
Tommy’s first girlfriend, his first love his first everything.
Well here it is part 2! I know I said it would be out a lot earlier but my apologies to those babes who may have been looking forward to it :)! not to bore you but you know when life hits .. it hits you all at once and everything changes in a short space of time! Anyway enough of that its here and I hope you angels enjoy it xx
Pairing: Tommy x Y/N x Micheal
Summary: Part 2 so if you haven't read part 1 its not super duper compulsory but if you would like to read part 1 CLICK HERE. A continuation of the female reader navigating her turbulent relationship with Tommy whilst dealing with a new development with Micheal.
Words: 4,600
Warnings : Mature themes! are dealt with in this segment we see a much more darker and possessive Tommy so reader discretion is advised. Also there is a rather cheeky barn scene its more heavy on dirty talking and its deliciously angsty, not full on smut but you have been warned of the adult nature!! Oh and mature language.
A/N: Once again thank you for the support I really appreciate it! All constructive feedback welcome :) feel free to send me a message etc I don't bite. As for this series let me know where you want it to go if you have any suggestions tell me what you love , what you hate I'm curious to know what you guys think! Also let me know if you want part 3 or have other requests for me because I enjoy writing you guys ideas! ps: Shout out again to the absolute beaut @notyour-valentine for the title and being a supportive babe for part 2 xx
Pss: I gave myself a deadline to have this up today so apologies if any punctuation and grammar seems a bit helter-skelter because I usually dedicate an entire day to being my own editor to fine tune it to perfection lol. But in this case its only been a few hours .... its probably not that deep but I thought id mention lol xx
They say there are several stages of grief you must work through , each stage you slowly over come until you reach acceptance… but is there a word for when you experience them all at once. The turbulent rollercoaster of emotions … the wells worth of tears , the rage , the delusion and then… nothingness. This is what the last few days had felt like for y/n and now she lay curled up in the armchair overlooking the estates gardens , awash with numbness. Several days had passed but there she remained confined to her chair as the world continued to move around her. Today unlike the last couple of dismal days a pocket of sunshine beamed through the window waking her from her slumber. Y/n immediately recoiled as the sunlight poured over her. Having been stationed in a rather grungy lit room for several days the abrupt intrusion of sunlight was unwelcome. Rubbing frantically at her eyes she surveyed her surroundings.
There were several trays and pieces of crockery graciously placed on the table besides her, kindly laid out by the servants of the manor. Upon seeing a visibly distressed y/n they knew best not to interfere in marital affairs and instead left it for y/n to have on her own accord. Y/n sniffled and chocked back a glass of water. The onslaught of tears had left her parched. She clutched onto the glass and drearily stared into its depths. Her grip began to tighten , she had drank it with a desperate hope that it may somehow act as a magical elixir. It would just absolve all the woe and suddenly she wouldn’t feel the way in which she did .. but no just like the glass she too was empty.
Letting the glass crash to her side y/n sank back down in the armchair that now imprisoned her. The shattering of glass understandably alerted someone but Y/n was surprised once she saw who emerged from behind the door. “Y/n?” …“Arthur?”. “What are you doing here Arthur?” She chocked rising from her chair ,quickly rubbing at her eyes and pulling at her clothes, a sorry attempt to disguise her disheveled appearance. “I could ask you the same thing love” he smiled kindly pulling her in for a hug. Y/n fought back the barrage of tears that made their way to her eyes. Shuddering and inhaling deeply. Arthurs grip tightened “Its alright poppet let it out”. Y/ns face sank into Arthurs shoulder and let the tears spill. Arthur's grip never wavered he gently held y/n until she was ready to let go. After being starved of touch for what felt like forever the warmth of Arthur's soothing embrace was refreshing. Of course nothing was resolved but it made her feel just that little bit better. “Sorry” sniffled y/n as she realised the stains of her tears upon his shoulder. “Don’t you dare, you’ve nothing to be sorry about love!” Y/n gave him a small smile showing her gratefulness. A few moments of silenced passed ,
Arthur slid his hands into his pockets and began to shuffle awkwardly staring down at his patent leather shoes. “Look y/n I know we’ve had a few laughs and we might not be the closest , but you are my family … and .. well its not right you feeling like that .. our Tommy , well he’s different from all of us I don’t even understand him most the time , but what I do know is that his hearts in the right place even if he doesn’t show it all the time.. you’ve been the best thing for him .. he shouldn’t take it for granted so I'm going to have a word with him..” Y/n immediately cut him off protesting profusely not wanting to face the unknown repercussions of Arthur's involvement.
“Honestly , I'm grateful.. I really am but there’s no need”. Arthur could detect the panic in y/ns voice. He made his way towards her and gently rested his hand on her upper arm lightly patting it in a manner used to comfort someone. Arthur needn’t speak as the look in his eyes said it all. Arthur was right y/n and he may not be the closest but she too could sense the hurt deeply rooted in him. Due to his brash demeanour and fearsome reputation this was often overlooked and he was left to face his demons on his own. But with him talking to Tommy on y/ns behalf was his way of doing what he wished someone could’ve done for him. Letting him know to cherish what he had before it was too late. Y/n could feel the tears begin to well up once more , but Arthur was immediately on stand by with a handkerchief. “Right , no more sulking lovely lets get you out of here, lets go for a walk you look like you could use some fresh air .. and maybe a brandy”. Y/n let out chuckle beneath her handkerchief. “ You're not wrong there , Im sure I look repulsive Im going to go freshen up then we can get going”. “Don’t be silly y/n you always look as pretty as a..” Arthur fumbled for an endearing comparison. He eventually settled for “flower”. In that moment Y/n produced a genuine smile.. With one last squeeze from Arthur she sauntered off upstairs to freshen up.
There’s always something revitalising about that first shower after a depressive spell. Although the task may be done rather begrudgingly the feeling on completion is none other. Y/ns outwardly appearance now was now refreshed and vibrant. No-one would’ve been able to detect her inner turmoil. But just like a house a fresh lick of paint on the outside , would only temporarily distract from the mess that was harboured inside. Arthur was right ,she needed the fresh air .Being stifled up indoors made her feel drained but as she and Arthur paced along the countryside air had her feeling reenergised. “Right let's get you that brandy ey? I could do with on me self” mused Arthur stroking at his handlebar moustache. Taking a purposely exaggerated bow “Milady” crooned Arthur gesturing towards the car. The usual watering hole was none other than the Garrison so it was no surprise when they arrived at its doors. Tommys whereabouts had been unknown for several days to y/n but after all as his wife she would have some knowledge of his schedule .
With it being midweek and pretty early on in the day she was rather taken aback when she saw caught the back end of Tommy , stood centre stage as if performing a monologue . Not just that , there were a few things that threw y/n as she entered the establishment. First its rather new austere appearance and not to mention a sea of familiar faces all engrossed in the delivery of Tommy's monologue . As the sea of familiar faces became aware of her and Arthur's arrival .. or be it intrusion . Tommy whisked around “Arthur , just the man I was looking for I was about too” his words fell short as he cast his eyes upon y/n . His face carrying the same expression of bewilderment as hers. She became acutely aware of all the pair of eyes on her and could feel them boring their way into her flesh. The silence was deafening until it was broken with a simple “Y/n Why are you here ?”
Y/n knew facing Tommy was inevitable and would be no easy task but what she didn’t expect was just like that what little progress she had made to be completely dismantled by a sentence at that. Y/n felt physically sick and humiliated . As if that one friend who’s invitation was extended out of pity and they were not actually expected to make an appearance. Ever since that ring had come into contact with her finger things took a turn. She knew she was being absconded from business plans or any family matters and that was confirmed by the silence of said family members dotted amongst the crowd. Only able to muster a weak apathetic smile . “We were actually just gonna..” “Leave” came y/ns voice cutting off Arthur .
He looked at her as if to question but knew better by the look she flashed him. “Well me , not Arthur.. he kindly ran me into town , Ive some things to do to today …. So I will see you round”. Tommy planted his hands on his hips examining y/n. “You look beautiful today , come and give your husband a kiss before you leave” for others that may of appeared a simple request .. but y/n knew the demand that lurked beneath it . Despite the pain and resentment she harboured for him it was quelled by that rush of giddiness she got, knowing that the beautiful and assertive man that stood before her was indeed her husband. As she leant towards him tentatively he swooped his arm around her pulling her in for a rather fiery kiss.
Clutching the pail in both hands she rounded the corner in search of fresh water . So caught up in her endless loop of thoughts she performed the task in autopilot. Her body physically conducted it whilst her mind continued to wandered. Y/n would have been none the wiser of this hadn’t it been for the sudden sensation of cold water overflowing on her , causing her to snap back to reality. Y/n grunted flapping her hands in frustration. A menial task ought to not cause such aggravation but at this point y/n had had enough. With aggravated huffs and puffs she dried her hands on the front of her dress and decided to go back to the barn fetch her belongings, and call it a day. It was then she was met by the back of a man, not just any man as she soon realised she recognised that stature as well as the caramel brown hair and faint aroma of menthol cigarettes. “Micheal ?” Croaked y/n . Immediately Michael swivelled around at the sound of his name, upon seeing who it was a grin outstretched on his lips. “Y/n” he beamed attempting to approach , ready to embrace her . “Woah woah , wait what are you doing here ?? Did Tommy send you …”. Micheal was visibly baffled as his arms fell to his sides. “Well ?’ Y/n probed. “No…no I'm a grown man am I not allowed to be here on my own accord?” “Very funny Michael just answer my question” y/ns face was now stern. Micheal let out a laboured sigh..
“No y/n Thomas didn’t send me … I am simply here cause I sometimes come here to just .. unwind nothing sinister .. I promise .. in fact I pinky promise”. Y/ns expression softened and a smile crept at the corners of her mouth. Although it appeared quite the juvenile approach of attempting to affirm his sincerity it was actually a rather endearing tradition they shared from when they grew up next-door to one another. When they would get caught up in the mindless tit for tat as children the pinky promise was there to serve as the ultimate truth and its continued too. Right into their early adulthood. Y/n sighed “Im sorry , I'm just a bit tense you know how Tommy can be”. Micheal exhaled the last bouts of smoke from his cigarette , drawing his two fingers to his temple he mimicked a gunshot to his head and dramatically rolled his eyes. “You entirely underestimate him” snapped y/n her arms now fastened against her chest. “ And you .. give him too much credit” sighed Michael as he ground out the remainder of his cigarette under his foot”.
The pair had walked and talked around the horse stables until they came to their final resting stop at the barn. Micheal perched himself against the barn wall and proceeded to light a cigarette “So how’s married life treating ya?” . y/n gnawed on her lip before responding. “Ugh yeah .. perfect domestic bliss happily in love”. Micheal scoffed raising his eyebrows flashing her a knowing smile. “Micheal! Just don’t” “What I didn’t say anything .. your in love .. thats great I'm happy for you .. though just because your in love doesn’t mean you're right for each other” . Y/n wasn’t always forthcoming with information regarding her marital life but after all Michael was her best friend it was as if he knew all about it before she did sometimes. “ Alright , thats enough from you doctor love guru .. aren’t you on like girlfriend four hundred at the moment”. Y/n quipped poking her tongue out at him. Micheal let out a laugh “Oh y/n we often we often ignore truths for temporary happiness .. and nope! maniac that last one back to the life of a bachelor”. “You’ve got quite the way with words Michael .. pshh no surprises there though …believe it or not I thought you took quite the shine to this one..”. “ Same could be said for you y/n .. uhhh yeah I suppose I did but I .. I have feelings for someone else”. The last of Michaels sentence was rather mumbled but still audible ,it was apparent he was bashful. Y/n narrowed her eyes at Michael as he haphazardly flicked his cigarette to discarding its ash.
“Feelings …right well we need to discuss this mike” chirped y/n curious about this mysterious woman who managed to garner the feelings word from him. “Actually y/n … I think we should discuss the other night in the Garrison you and I” he motioned his finger between them “and don’t you dare feign ignorance”. Y/ns throat instantly went dry there was no wriggling out of it now. The silence had clearly gone on too long for Michael's liking so he spoke up. “ Y/n I'm just going to come out with it .. you and me you can’t deny there’s been a sort of .. change its been a thing for sometime and well that night I meant even word it wasn’t just the brandy speaking. Id take you right this second if you wanted me too … but I had to really think about it because well I've known you all these years and you’ve always been attractive and it surpasses the simple desire to fuck you silly … and honestly I can’t believe its taken me all these years to realise how I really feel about you”. “ y/n please say something!”.
“Micheal there is no denying, you are an absolutely gorgeous man I just , wow I haven’t given it any thought .. we’ve been friends forever isn’t it sort of taboo ” .This wasn’t a lie as y/n simply denied herself he opportunity to think about him in another light. She had simply ushered away any feeling she did have for him that cropped up, for the sake of their friendships . Which she valued so dearly. It was a very matter of fact approach considering she was indeed married. Following that y/n had dealt with many of Michaels ill tempered girlfriends who’s look and personalities bore no resemblance to her own. So that absolved the idea of her being his ideal “type”. Also not to mention the close proximity in which he and Tommy worked.
Despite all of this as they grew older there was shift. Albeit it small much like tectonic plates the simplest of rifts can cause the earth to tremor and the night at the Garrison only confirmed this. Y/n couldn’t help her eyes from wavering all over his body , that same sensation from the night palpitated through her as she continued to gloss over all the contours of his body seeing how the fabric of his shirt encapsulated his toned arms, how his rings glistened on his delightfully large veiny hands .Y/n couldn’t help wonder how it would feel to have them trail over her body.
“If you keep looking at me like that I'm not responsible for what happens next , each of my thoughts are improper….” “I never said I didn’t want you Michael” y/n whispered hoarsely.
Micheal manoeuvred himself from the barn wall he was perched on and sauntered over to y/ns who was sat upon a bale of hay . As he loomed over her the palpable tension congested the air almost to the point of suffocation. “I can’t believe we’ve known each other our whole lives and never shared a kiss” Michael purred , his hand cupping her jaw whilst his thumb delicately traced her chin. His head now rested on her forehead lips trembling at the closeness of proximity.
“Can you feel what you're doing to me” his voice raspy as he pressed himself against her. His lips met her jaw and his kisses began to descend. “stop teasing me so much” y/n fluttered
“If you don’t like my teasing.. then why are you moaning so much” growled Michael. His large hand began to travel the length of her thigh . “why don’t you be a good girl and spread your legs, because my tongue can do a better job of teasing you than my words” he heaved breathlessly into her neck . Michaels words charged through her like an electric pulse causing her too shudder. “God you're so fucking hot” Micheal panted ,continuing to devour y/ns neck.. “don’t be so rough there can’t be any marks Micheal”. “Im sorry .. you just have no idea how much I want you” he grunted “let me taste you” he gasped as he sank to his knees .
Y/n gulped the mere sight of him knelt before her sent her in a frenzy. “Tell me what you want” he demanded nipping at her thighs. Y/n squealed she was awash in arousal her vision clouded with a lustful haze. “I don’t care, i'll let you do anything if you just touch me now” she cried . “Oh god , I've never wanted to fuck you more than I do now y/n ,if you want to come you better fucking beg” beamed Michael. Just as he was about to plunge his tongue into her heat there was a sudden piercing laugh that permeated through the barn closely followed by the sound of the crunching of gravel beneath feet, the steps grew closer and closer and the sounds of several other jovial voices became clearer. The pair pried themselves apart and frantically rejigged their clothing.
“Fuck” muttered y/n. “Look at me y/n” he said in a hush tone “ You go out there and distract them i'll hide and sneak out later .. its gonna be ok I promise I'll find you later. He leant forward as if to kiss y/n but then withdrew. “No the first time I kiss you Im going to make sure you remember it”. With that he slithered between two hay stacks and crouched down out of sight. Y/n quickly caught her breathe still riding the high of Michaels touch that had been stripped from her, briskly she exited the barn not before grabbing some hay to corroborate her tall tale of horse feeding. Turning on a false cheery demeanour she waved and smiled “Hello boys!” “Mrs Shelby” they all chimed gleefully in their drunken stupor.
“Nice walk”? Came Tommy's cool steely voice. Y/n immediately leapt out of her skin , she hadn’t anticipated him to be home and considering the events that had just unfolded she was rightfully on edge. She intended to squeeze past him but his pale eyed stare zeroed in on her keeping her firmly rooted to her spot . “Christ , you frightened the life out of me Tommy” y/n squeaked. Tommy stifled a smirk “Quite jumpy aren’t you .. why? Did you kill a priest?”. “ a priest ..” Questioned y/n . Thoughts began to clamour all around y/ns head … he wasn’t one for spontaneous joke cracking or was this yet another one of those cruel jokes that would later tie into him knowing what materialised between her and Micheal. Y/ns thought cycle was broken by a guffaw from Tommy. “Its a joke y/n, “ he scoffed.
His arms now folded across his chest he took a step towards y/n his eyes flittering all across her. Not thats of a suggestive manner but more of an investigative one. Y/n could feel her body tense up under his conspicuous gaze, she felt as if heat was permeating from all the spots in which Michael had so longingly caressed like a beacon calling out for Tommys attention. Unable to bare the silence and the scrutiny of his gaze y/n snapped “very funny Thomas, anyway Im going to take a shower so” “no you're not our dinners on the table” he quipped . Dinner? Y/n questioned “Uhh I'm not that hungry besides I was about to shower darling”. Actively ignoring y/n he proceeded in the direction of the dining room “Ill see you inside petal”.
They sat quietly amidst the sounds of cutlery grazing against ceramic. The dining room table was grand one . It stretched for miles and looked ridiculous having been only set for two with all that negative space surrounding them, but then again Tommy's wishes were Tommy's wishes. Resting his knife and fork at the edge of the plate he manoeuvred his hands and clasped them under his chin having it act as a platform to rest it on. After clearing his throat he began “So… Arthur spoke to me today .. tell me petal are you not happy ?” Y/ns eyes shot up from her plate. The resounding ‘of course Im not can’t you see’ bleated in her head but yet it couldn’t pass her lips, instead a coy “I'm fine” tumbled from them. There it was again the unwavering glare that somehow could reach down into her and yank the truth from its hidden depths. “Actually no I'm fucking not Tommy ”. His jaw clenched and eyes narrowed “ You wanted my attention .. you’ve got it now love .. the floors yours” y/ns grip tighten around her fork making her knuckles bare white, she wanted to pierce him with it make him feel only a fraction of her pain but then also wanted to be wrapped in his arms and lace him in kisses. “I can’t bare one more day of invisibility! Why do you hate me .. can’t you see all the love and appreciation I have for you?” Tommy removed his hands from his chin and leant back into his chair. His expression unreadable yet a mere hint of amusement rendered it.
“ Oh my y/n .. you know one of the many things I admired about you was that you were an independent woman, you didn’t demand that constant reassurance from me …. Guess I was wrong” he smirked wafting his newly lit cigarette in a circular motion. “You can’t RE assure when you never assured in the first place” y/n spat. Tommy twinged , there was a sudden eire of darkness that swept across the room, rising from his seat he strode towards y/n. Rather abruptly he flickered up y/ns chin forcing her to meet his gaze. “what’s this all about hmmm … you wanting to be fucked more is that it?”. A shadow of a smile played at the corner of his mouth whilst a darkness shrouded his face. As his cool finger traced her chin y/ns thoughts shifted back to earlier in the day with Micheal causing her breath to hitch. She couldn’t let him use his manhood to down play yet another serious situation no matter how much she may crave it
“Fuck off Tommy” swatting his hand away she ejected herself from her chair and stood across the opposite side of the room the grand table acting as their Berlin Wall .Tommy cocked his head to one side looking at her rather quizzically, the sudden rejection on y/ns part was a wildly foreign concept for him. With gritted teeth Tommy made his way to the door but just as he grasped the doorknob y/ns voice rang out “ Your fucking kidding me right?”. He poised himself at the door and with a sigh he turned to face y/n “you did this to yourself” he remarked flatly.
Tears began streaming from y/n. “You don’t get to walk away … not this time .. Id like to think I'm deserving of something better.. I just wished you loved me as much as I love you”. Tommy stood motionless for a brief moment letting himself absorb y/ns words. Unhanding the brass doorknob he steadily walked backed to his seat. Dropping into his chair he assumed the same position of clasped hands propped under his chin. He spoke in almost a whisper “You know exactly how I feel about you .. you’ve always known” “I'm not sure I do anymore Tommy” said y/n chocking back her tears. “ Men like me .. don’t get a happy ending .. I don’t just get to decide when I'm done .. You knew ahead of time what sort of man I was .. what kind of lifestyle I lead you were fully aware of the repercussions prior to marrying me but yet you still did ,so.. why the sudden change of heart? Who is he y/n?” . Y/n attempted not to appear visibly flustered , she knew for certain she loved Tommy but she had yet to work out how she felt about Micheal though it was inevitably the years of Tommys estranged behaviour only propelled Micheal closer. “Tommy stop this! Its always been about you.. I don’t think I'm asking for too much for you to show me if you care”.
There was a sudden chill in the atmosphere , the sort that sent a shudder down your spine. The ominous creak from Tommy's chair echoed as he arose. He cautiously made his way to y/n as he drained the remanence of his brandy . He let out a sigh and perched himself against the table beginning to light up a cigarette. He motioned towards the packet, to indicate his offering. She shook her head declining and silently watched the plumes of smoke expel from the glowing auburn tip.
“Look” he rasped pinching the bridge of his nose. “I need you to listen to what I'm gonna say because I'm only going to tell you once. You think you know me but the truth is you don’t .. I love you .. I say it all the time I just say it very quietly I tell you when your in another room , right before you hang up the phone , after I shut the door behind you .. I say it in my head every time I look at you … and that smile, when you smile I forget every beauty the universe has to offer and there’s nothing.. nothing I wouldn’t do for you. However ! You want to be free and you also want to be mine .. I'm afraid I can’t let you do that. You see you're stuck with me not for a few months not for a few years centuries even ….you’re tied to me forever , wether you like that or not. That family .. those children you speak of they will come from me- or no one . You're mine and i'll kill anyone that tries to take you from me….. Am I understood?
