Warnings: None, I think. You’re all used to my bad writing by now, I don’t know if this is a warning anymore. God, it seems like I wrote something that doesn’t have swearing, I must have done something wrong.
Word count: 696
Author’s note: Another request finished, hope you all like it. It seems I have forgotten how to properly write a kiss, I’m so sorry. Happy reading!
(Y/E/C) = Your Eye Color
Prompt from this list:
53. Against a wall kiss
If there was one thing that Thomas Shelby wasn’t used to that thing was being surprised. For that reason, he didn’t react when someone pressed him against the front walls of the Garrison and crushed their lips to his. It was a woman, that much he could say by the way her body was pressed into his, soft lips barely moving against his own. His hands rested in her arms, more as a reflex than anything, holding her in place, while hers eased themselves into his chest.
He found himself looking at a pair of (Y/E/C) eyes when she parted from him, only enough for theirs noses to brush each other. She looked over her shoulder at two men, not too far away from them, who were looking their way. When she looked back at him he saw the plea in her eyes.
“I know this sounds strange but can you just play along and pretend that we are not complete strangers?”
“You really thought that it would be a good idea to exchange one stranger for another?” He asked, teasingly, a hint of a smirk on his face that she matched with one of her own.
“Well, you looked slightly less frightening than them, so I decided to take a leap of faith.” Tommy almost laughed at her words but looked at the men again. They were still at the same spot, observing them, so he slid his arm to her waist, bringing her closer as she let out a sigh of relief.
“Good, I was really worried that it was standard behavior for you kissing strangers on the street.”
“No, it's just you and this incredible pull that I felt and I just couldn’t resist.” Despite the playfulness of her voice, he could see the faint blush that colored her cheeks in the faint light of the street and Tommy couldn’t stop himself of bringing his free hand to touch her cheek.
“You are new here.” It wasn't a question but she nodded, leaning into his touch.
“Is it that obvious?” Her voice was a little lower than before as if she was ashamed of being caught so easily. Tommy didn’t answered, bringing his face closer to hers.
“Let’s give them a bit of a show, eh.” He didn’t gave her time to answer, sealing their lips together with a little more force than she had done before. The hand that had been resting on her cheek traveling to the back of her head, inching it backwards so he could kiss her how he wanted to. She opened her mouth to him and he lost no time in letting their tongues dance together, letting out a low growl when one of her hands found their way to the back of his head, short fingernails grazing his skin. When they parted ways, both out of breath, she kept her eyes closed and he gazed at the man again, noticing that they were still at the same place.
“They are still there, aren’t they?” She asked after he sighed.
“Come on, let me take you home.” When she didn’t moved, he looked back at her.
“Excuse me, Sir, but I don’t know you to let you walk me home.” He laughed, finding it highly amusing that she had no clue of who he really was - much like the men that were clearly following her for a reason, a reason that he wanted to discover - or the fact that she wasn’t that worried about not knowing him when they were kissing a moment ago.
“Thomas Shelby.” She gasped, a hand covering her mouth. Oh, then she had heard of his name.
“Of course that I would end up encountering the most feared man in Birmingham in my first week here.”
“Magnet for danger, are you?”
“Sort of.” She said, looking at his eyes.
“Let's get you home and then we'll talk about the kind of danger you’re attracting for yourself.” By the look on her (Y/E/C) irises, Thomas had the impression that he was the one who was in danger now - certainly a different kind of danger from what he was used to.
The BIG announcement that I have been hiding in my drafts for a month
Hi people, how are you?
I expect that everyone is doing ok. Today, I’m here to announce some changes that will happen in the next few... weeks? Months? Not really sure how many time it will take.
As you may know - if you don't, you can check the description of the blog - I have a sideblog where I share some of my writings. This sideblog exists for quite some time, but I haven't been much active in the past few years - given the fact that I didn't wrote that much in that period. Towards the end of last year I decided to start sharing some of my writings again and brought @psycheswritings back from the dead (thanks to a very thoughtfoul conversation with @blxck-cxffee13 that is always anything but amazing to me) and the response to my fics have been surprising me quite a bit - in a good way, of course.
Then I started thinking about somethings that had been bothering me on my main blog for some time, some things that I wanted to change and decided to take a look at how many time I have the blog and... Surprise, it completes 10 years in October. And I think that we both need a change.
A lot of things changed since I entered Tumblr for the first time - I finished high school, started college, finished college, started a post graduation program, finished it, had a lot of existencial cryses (as you may have guessed, I'm in the middle of one more right as I write this) and so goes on. The things that I liked changed too (not so much, Supernatural is here to prove that) and the way that I see life in general, specially. That's why I decided that it was worth a try to create a new blog. Start new. A clean slate, so I can try and organize things a little better and use it to share my works and the things that I like all together. So if you like me, my posts or my writings, please start following @amysteryspot because from now on I will be using that blog as weel.
I will not delete @myplaceofheavenorhell or @psycheswritings and I will still be using both for sometime, but I will be testing the waters with @amysteryspot and there's a possibility that soon this last one will be the only one I use. Who knows. Maybe it will turn out to be just a writing blog, haven't really decided yet. Let's see what happens.
For the reader's of "Nothing's Fair In Love and War", don't worry, updates will still be posted on @psycheswritings until I finish the fic. But new works will probably be posted on @amysteryspot.
Thanks everyone of you for following me and my readers for bearing with me (and my wrong grammar and spelling), I hope I see you on the other side the other blog.
Hi! I was looking at the kiss prompt list and what about a Moving Around While Kissing, Stumbling Over Things, Pushing Each Other Back Against The Wall with forbidden kiss where Tommy and OC get caught by the Shelby brothers? 🥰 I love your writing!
Title: Caught
Fandom: Peaky Blinders
Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Reader
Warnings: Swearing, there is a little threat in there somewhere, kissing, age gap, maybe some bad writing. I think that covers it all.
Word Count: 939 (apparently I got a little carried away)
Author’s Note: Here we are, back with another completed request. I am very glad that you like my writing, darling, that means a lot. Hope this one is of your liking. I made it into a reader insert, hope you don’t mind. Thanks for requesting. Happy reading!
Request are still open (for Peaky Blinders and Supernatural but if you want something from another fandom let me know, I might try it, who knows)
(Y/N) = Your Name | (Y/N/N) = Your Nickname | (Y/E/C) = Your Eye Color
Prompts from this list:
41. Forbidden kiss
58. Moving Around While Kissing, Stumbling Over Things, Pushing Each Other Back Against The Wall/Onto The Bed
A part of him knew that he should feel guilty, he really should, but there was no denying her when her lips were moving against his like she needed him more than air itself. They were walking blindly backwards, stumbling over furniture, trying to make as little noise as possible so they wouldn’t get caught, yet in the heat of the moment neither of them seemed to care that much.
Tommy felt his back hit the wall and (Y/N) seemed content with the arrangement because she pressed herself into his body making him lose any willpower of backing away from her. She moved her lips from his to leave a trail of kisses from his sharp jaw to his neck and the gangster couldn’t stop himself from let his head fall back, leaning in the wall, as he got lost onto the feeling.
“You’re a little temptress.” He felt her smiling against his skin and was quick to invert their positions, fingers digging into the flesh of her waist as he looked at the (Y/E/C) of her eyes.
“And you love it.” She smirked at him before pulling him by the lapels of his jacket to another kiss, which he more than happily reciprocated. Tommy hadn’t felt this way in a long time - this brazen desire that made it seem like he was a young man again, running and hiding from his own family with a girl far younger than him, the girl that his cousin called best friend.
“So this is what you’re doing when you disappear from us.” They must have been too lost in each other to not have noticed his brothers entering the room.
“Or better, who he is doing.” John corrected his older brother. The couple parted ways, looking at each other for a moment, the question obvious into Tommy’s eyes, to which (Y/N) just nodded. Then he turned to look at his brothers, the young woman’s hand in his.
“And you two couldn’t keep yourselves from going after us like two old gossips.”
“Ah, fuck off. You’re the one who is sneaking out with our cousin’s best friend.” The younger Shelby scoffed, making (Y/N) roll her eyes. “By the way, does Michael know you’re fucking one of his cousins, (Y/N/N)?”
“Just so you know, Michael is not my keeper and as far as I know I can fuck whoever I want.” He clearly wasn’t expecting her blunt answer and that earned him a fit of laughter from Arthur.
“Fucking hell, always knew that this one got a temper!” Tommy recognized a hint of pride on his older brother’s face.
“Where did you learn to talk like that?”
“Same place you learned how to stick your nose into things that are none of your business.” Tommy didn’t hide his smirk this time when John became as red as a tomato and Arthur laughed out loud again. “And if you even think about telling him I will personally cut your balls off, Shelby. Now, get out you two. You already got what you wanted here, fuck off.” The two men left, Arthur mocking his younger brother on the way but the couple wasn’t listen to them anymore.
“You have a mouth like a sailor, don’t you?” Tommy pulled her to him, holding her close by the waist.
“Watch your words, Mr. Shelby, or you won’t be kissing this mouth again.” She was smirking at him, one eyebrow raised, hands resting on his chest so he leaned in to her, brushing their noses.
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Wouldn’t I?” She challenged putting some distance between their faces and it was his time to raise and eyebrow at her - damn, she was good at this games.
“I don’t want to take my chances on that.” He quickly pulled her into another kiss, she smiled into the kiss, melting into him. When he pulled back, Tommy rested his forehead against hers. “Well, I guess the cat is out of the bag now. Despite your very proficient threat, I doubt that John will keep his mouth shut for long. We might have to start thinking about a way to tell the others. Specially Michael.”
“He already knows.” (Y/N) said casually, making him retreat from her a little.
“He what?” She laughed, giving him a brief peck on the lips.
“Michael knows, has for some time.” Michael knew about them. That was something he certainly wasn’t expecting but she didn’t looked all that preoccupied by it.
“And?” There was a hint of insecurity in his question - Thomas had never been a man that let other people’s opinion bother him, not when he had grew up hearing people calling him and his family all kinds of things because of their heritage. However, when (Y/N) appeared into their lives - young, fierce and beautiful - and Michael recognized his long lost best friend from the times when he was still called Henry, Tommy had to hold himself back. She was younger than him, full of life and dreams and he didn’t wanted to ruin that for her. Little did he know that she had plans of her own for him.
“And he knows he is not my keeper, Thomas.” There was no mistaking the warning in her words. “We are friends, he trusts me to make my own choices as much as I trust him.”
“Good. Good.” He murmured, looking her in the eyes before talking again. “Because I don’t intend to give up on you.” Tommy sealed their lips again, taking his time to savour the moment. No, he certainly wasn’t giving up on her.
Warnings: Swearing and my bad writing, as per usual.
Word Count: 1595 (you all should be used to it by now, I don't know how to stop myself)
Author’s Note: This was requested by an anon, I really liked to write it and I may or may not have done a smutty second part of it, if anyone is interested, because I was on the mood, apparently.
This piece hasn't been proofread by anyone other than me, so if you find any mistakes, feel free to contact me, I'll be more than happy to fix it. As always, your feedback is highly appreciated.
(Y/N) = Your Name | (Y/L/N) = Your Last Name
Prompt from this list:
21. Kiss on a dare
She never expected her first kiss to be like this - in the middle of the muddy streets of Small Heat with a bunch of people around watching. More important than that, she didn’t expected that the first boy she got to kiss would be Thomas fucking Shelby.
It all started with her friendship with Ada, years back when they were still children. When (Y/N) and her parents moved to Watery Lane they thought, along with aunt Polly, that the both girls would warm up to each other quickly, being the same age and all. They couldn’t be more wrong - the both of them fought on their first encounter, what ended up in the two girls being grounded for a week and forced to apologize to each other.
Things actually started to blossom between them after that and not long after they became as thick as thieves. It was an interesting sight to see because they were both very different: Ada was outgoing, loud and demanding, she knew what she wanted and didn’t give a damn about what other people thought about it; (Y/N), on the other hand, knew how to hide her mischiefness behind the guise of a sweet young girl, she got what she wanted by having patience and planning when to act. Both girls were like two sides of a coin.
As an only child, (Y/N) always made a point in observing the Shelby siblings dynamic - the way they always seemed to be fighting each other but at the same time defending each other; and how Arthur hided the fact that he liked to draw, he was pretty good at it in her opinion; how John always got everyone around him laughing; how little Finn was such a sweet toddler; and then there was Tommy. She was good observer, always had been, and still she couldn’t quite figure him out.
He was sweet and kind most part of the time, always trying to take care of the others around him. He liked to work with horses and he was very good at that. But she had seen him beat men twice his size and threaten people who tried to hurt his family. On a moment he would sit and talk to her like they were good friends and the next he was ignoring her like she had the plague. More than one time she had caught him observing her as she watched the rest of the Shelby’s, a hint of a smile on her face. His ice blue eyes staring at her, making her feel self conscious about been there sharing dinner with his family, like she had been doing for the past few years.
(Y/N) just tried her best to ignore this strange feeling on the pit of her stomach and maintain the strange relationship that they had developed over the years because Ada’s friendship meant the world to her. On that specific day, the two of them were sitting at the stairs of Martha’s house talking with her and some other girls. She recognized the Shelby siblings not far from them, Freddie was there too and she saw the look on Ada’s eyes when he looked back at her.
Everything happened really fast and (Y/N) wasn’t really sure if she remembered it correctly. In a moment she and the girls were talking and giggling at Martha’s door and then in the next the boys were coming towards then, some of then flirting with the girls - like John and Martha, she had noticed it a long time ago - and some mocking them. The two groups blended together and (Y/N) wasn’t sure how the subject changed to dates and kissing but she suddenly felt self conscious, probably why she didn’t noticed the fact that Tommy had taken the place beside her on the bannister of the stairs.
“Well, Mister I-can-have-any-girl-I-want, I dare you to kiss one of the girls now.” (Y/N) froze at the sound of Freddie’s voice directed towards Tommy. She knew that he was a ladies man, Ada always talked about that with her and she had seen it a couple of times, her heart always clenching at the sight of him with another woman. For some reason, the idea of seeing her kiss another girl first hand was something that cause her a sense of distraught. Her eyes immediately fell on Alice, beautiful blonde Alice, who was always trying to catch Tommy’s attention. She was too distracted in her own thoughts to register his nexts actions.
“No problem.” His right hand closed around her left arm, bringing her to him as he sealed their lips together. She didn’t reacted at first, didn’t know how to, but instinct came in a second and when he licked her lips (Y/N) actually opened her mouth to him. His lips were soft against hers and the way he held her close to him made her feel dizzy. It was the sound of the boys praising him that brought her back to reality and in an instant, reacting on reflex, (Y/N) pushed him back and slapped him across the face.
Silence followed the action and Thomas looked back at her confused, a hand on his cheek. She didn’t said anything or looked at anyone, she just runned away to her house, climbing the stairs two step at a time to get to her room the faster she could. When she arrived in the safety of her sanctuary, she leaned into the closed door to catch her breath. What had just happened? Had Tommy really just kissed her because of a fucking dare?
(Y/N) stayed inside the rest of the day, her mother came calling her to eat but she just ignored it, feeling like she wouldn’t be able to face anybody until the next day, at least. It was already dusk when she heard the knocking on her door. She sighed, not moving from her bed, back turned to the door.
“Go away.” She shouted but heard the door opening anyway. “Ada, I really don’t want to…”
“‘am not Ada.” Her blood turned into ice on her veins as she heard his voice, footsteps approaching the bed. (Y/N) let out a heavy breath, bringing herself to a sitting position, arms crossed in front of her chest, finally facing him, as he stood on the middle of her room, looking down at her.
“I really don’t want to talk to you, Tommy.” He sighed, hands running through his hair as he took a sit in front of her on the bed, facing the door.
“I didn’t meant for it to be that way.”
“What, you didn’t meant for my first kiss to be in front of all of the street because of a fucking dare, Thomas?”
“I didn’t knew,” he said, turning to face her. “I swear I didn’t knew. Ada slapped me after you left and she told me when we got home. I wouldn’t have done that If I knew. Freddie...”
“Don’t put the blame on Freddie fucking Thorne! All he did was challenge you, choosing me was your decision, not his.” She observed as he took a deep breath before talking, his blue eyes looking straight into hers.
“Freddie challenged me to kiss somebody because he knew I was going to choose you.” Her brow furrowed at his words, arms relaxing a little as he continued. “He knew I was going to choose you because Freddie knows how I feel about you.”
“Tommy…” He moved closer to her, hands grabbing her arms and bringing her to him, their noses almost touching.
“I’ve liked you for a long time, if not since you and Ada fought at school.” (Y/N) stared at him, his blue eyes focused on her, as she weighed down the information. “Ada already scolded me about you being off limits and Freddie has been getting on my nerves since he figured it out. I’m sorry for not letting you know that I like you before but I won’t be sorry for kissing you.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” (Y/N) was confused not just about his feelings but about hers too. She had been noticing that she felt different about him for a while now, but always brushed it off as some teenage crush. She couldn’t be in love with her best friend's brother! Yet, now said brother was in front of her, sitting on her bed, confessing his own feelings for her.
“Because I thought you didn’t like me. Not the way I like you.” he traced her cheekbone with the fingers of his right hand before lifting her chin gently, forcing her to look at him. “You always treated me different than John and Arthur, even Freddie. I thought I was just… your best friend’s older brother.”
“I treated you different because you intimidated me.” Tommy raised one of his eyebrows, making her giggle. “You were always observing me as if I didn’t belong there, with your family. Then the next day you would sit and talk to me for hours and then you would ignore me. It gave me backlash.” They laughed together and then he talked.
“(Y/N) (Y/L/N), I’m sorry for intimidating you and I would like you to know that I’m very much in love with you.” His smile made her smile too and then he kissed her again, soft and sweet, and (Y/N) realised that she probably should thank Freddie for giving them both a push with his dare.
Hey, how are You doing? 💌 I was wondering ir You could write something with Tommy Shelby 💙. I'm a sucker for angst 😆 . With the numbers 3 11 18 32 34 &42 please, it's a Lot Of numbers & for that I'm sorry 😅. Do what You can & want, You are an amazing.. thank u💫
Title: Without Me
Fandom: Peaky Blinders
Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Reader
Warnings: Angst. Lots of angst. A WHOLE TON OF ANGST. And mentions of cheating.
Word Count: 663
Author’s Note: Hey sweetie, I am doing fine, everything considered, thank you. Hope you are well and safe. Thanks for requesting. You asked for angst and I’m going to hella deliver. Hope you enjoy it and sorry for the delay. Happy reading!
(Y/N) = Your Name
Prompts from this list:
3. “Please don’t walk out of that door.”11. “How could you ask me that?”18. “It’s late. Shouldn’t you be asleep?”32. “Why are you doing this?”34. “Please don’t do this.”42. “You’re always on my mind.”
It was past midnight, she was sure of that because the grandfather clock on the living room had chimed not to long ago. (Y/N) was sitting at the parlour on her house, in front of the fireplace, a cup of tea in her hands to try and ward of the cold. She had been sitting there for hours waiting for him, all attempts at sleeping frustrated by the constant racing of her own thoughts.
“It’s late. Shouldn’t you be asleep?” (Y/N) turned to see Tommy entering the room, he made his way to her, kissing the top of her head before heading for the liquor cabinet and serving himself a glass of whiskey. She didn’t said anything, just stayed quiet, not even bothering to look at him because she knew her resolve would falter at the sight of him.
“When were you going to tell me?” Out of the corner of her eyes she saw him stop, silence filling the air between them for a moment, and then turn over to look at her, his brow furrowed.
“Tell you what?”
“That she is back,” she turned to look at him then, his face as stoic as ever, if he was surprised by her questioning, and (Y/N) really thought that he was, he didn’t showed it. “And that you’ve been sleeping with her.” The silence that follows is painful to her but (Y/N) had been expecting it.
“How did you know?” She laughed without humor, moving on the armchair so she could place the cup of tea on the center table.
“Does it really matter?”
“No, I don’t think so.” He doesn’t apologize, she doesn’t expect him too. (Y/N) thinks he is still too shocked at being caught to really understand the relevance of the situation. She wants to scream at him, she wants to fight and she wants him to say something, anything, but she knows that this is not who they are. It never was.
“Have you ever really loved me?” This causes a reaction on him, fists clenching and breath quickening as he approaches her. She takes the opportunity to get up from the chair, standing in front of him so she can face him better.
“How can you ask me that?”
“How can I not? When we met your heart was broken because of her. You told me that you believed that you would never be able to feel that way again, guess I should’ve listened to you.” She almost feels sorry for the look in his eyes.
“Why are you doing this?”
“Why am I doing what? Why am I questioning the great Thomas Shelby?” He takes a step back as if he had been slapped. “Or why am I being so stupid to actually talk to you after you cheated on me with the woman that betrayed him, that broke his heart.”
“Please, don’t do this. Don’t question my feelings for you.” Feelings, the word echoes in (Y/N)’s head, not love, feelings. This seems to hurt her more than the betrayal in itself.
“Well, your feelings for me didn’t stopped you of going back to her on the first opportunity you had.” He walks to her, one hand reaching out for hers, (Y/N) only shakes her head, walking away from him, stopping close to the door.
“Please don’t walk out that door.” If she didn’t knew him better, she would have said that the sentence sounded like a plea, but Thomas Shelby doesn’t begs to anyone, certainly not for her.
“You’re always on my mind. You had been for the past year, the first thought on my mind when I wake up and the last when I go to sleep. It’s time I start to put myself first.” (Y/N) doesn’t look back, she opens the door, living it open for him. She knew that she would still love him for a long time, there was no denying that, but she would survive the storm that was Thomas Shelby.
Warnings: Swearing (as always) and my bad writing. I think that's it.
Word Count: 617
Author's Note: A lovely anon asked me to do something with the prompts 45 and 51 from the kiss prompt list and you can be sure that I'm gonna hella deliver (2). Yes, I'm answering the same request two times because I am in the mood. This is also a sequel, this time to "Pretending", so you already know what to do.
(Y/N) = Your Name | (Y/L/N) = Your Last Name
Prompt form this list:
45. Passionate kiss
51. Public kiss
It was for the best. Or at least it was what he was trying to convince himself since Grace came swaying back into his life and he started to pretend he still loved her. Well, at the beginning he really thought that he still had feelings for her but soon he realized that he had been wrong. There was another woman who had his heart. And that woman was on the other side of the room right now talking to some rich bachelor that he very much wanted to punch in the face.
“You are going to break the glass if you keep holding it like it is that man’s neck between your fingers.” He looked at the object on his hand and then at his aunt, that had a smug look on her face.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Of course not. You think nobody noticed the way you’re glaring at the poor man talking to (Y/N)? If looks could kill he most certainly would be six feet underground.” He downed the rest of the whiskey, ignoring her statement and observing as (Y/N) pretended to be interested in the topic of the conversation, whatever it was.
It was a strange feeling being jealous, he definitely wasn’t used to it. And deep down he knew he had no reason to feel this way because (Y/N) wasn’t the type of woman that needed to use jealousy to get a man’s attention - she surely didn’t need it to get his, anyway. There was also the fact that he could trust her with his life since she had been around the family and the business for most part of their lives - before Grace, before the France, before Greta. However he couldn’t help but to feel his blood boil as the man who was talking to her stepped closer and put his hand on her arm.
That was it. He had had enough. He put the glass on the table and marched in their direction, leaving Polly smirking behind him. When he was getting closer to them, (Y/N) noticed him, she had already stepped away from the man who was clearly interested in her. As he reached them, Tommy put his arm around (Y/N), making her look at him confused.
“Everything alright here, my love.” It took her a moment to answer, a moment that Tommy used to glare at the man in front of them.
“Yeah, Mr. Collins was just asking about the company. Mr. Collins, this is Thomas Shelby. Tom, this is Mr. Collins, he is…” He didn’t let her finish, as he extended his hand towards the man for him to shake.
“Well, maybe I can help him with that.”
“Miss (Y/L/N) has already provided me with the information I needed and I don’t want to intrude anymore. If you excuse me.” As he left, (Y/N) turned to look at Tommy.
“Are you crazy? Everybody is looking at us now.”
Good, they better keep their eyes open to take a good look a this.” Tommy pulled her into a kiss as he could hear some of the people around them gasp in pure shock. He didn’t hold back, keeping her impossibly close by digging his fingers into her waist as her hands traveled to his face and their tongues danced together like two old acquaintances. She backed away, still out of breath, just enough to look at him and smiled, as she passe her thumb into the corner of his mouth.
“You’ve got a little lipstick on your mouth.” He smiled back at her as he brought their lips together again. This was something he could get used to.
40, 45 y 73 maybe from the kissing prompt list for Tommy x OC/reader? I don’t know, I just need your writting hahaha happy Valentine’s Day hope you’re doing well! 🥰
Title: Pretending
Fandom: Peaky Blinders
Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Reader
Warnings: It’s a little cheesy, it may have some swearing, it has a heated kiss. May not be all that good. Happy Valentines day and Happy reading.
Word Count: 468
Author’s Note: THANK YOU SO MUCH, this is so cute. I’m doing just fine, darling. Hope you are good too. I was a little unsure if you wanted them all together or separate, so I decided to them them all in one.
Prompts from this list:
40. Hiding/hoping not to be caught kiss45. Passionate kiss73. Height Difference Kisses Where One Person Has To Bend Down And The Other Is On Their Tippy Toes
(Y/N) was ready to kick and scream her way out of the situation she found herself in at the moment - grabbed by some stranger, mouth covered by his hand and dragged to one of the many, many rooms of the ridiculously big mansion that Tommy had bought - when her attacker turned her around and she felt the urge to slap him across the face.
“Are you going crazy?” She hissed at Tommy when he removed his hand from her mouth, giving him a very painful slap on the arm.
“Shhhh. You don’t want us to get caught, do you?”
“You were the one who thought that was a good idea to grab me from the corridor and drag me here, you twat. What’s this for anyway?”
“This.” He whispered before bending his head down a little to reach her lips. That was a dance they were most familiarized with, despite the secretive nature of their relationship at the moment, so her natural reaction was to stand on her tips toes so she could reach him better. One of her hands sliding to the back of his neck when he deepened the kiss, while the other rest on his chest. His hands travelled down to her waist and then further down, finding the back of her knees and bringing her up, legs intertwined around his waist.
“Tommy.” He hummed at the sound of his name, lips occupied kissing the skin of her neck. God, he could do that all day.
“Tommy, we have to go back. They will notice we’re not there.”
“I don’t care. I need you.” It was difficult to think straight with his lips on her skin but (Y/N) tried to maintain her focus.
“You will when they…”
“Thomas! Tommy! You better not be fucking some whore in one of these fancy rooms, we need you down there.” It was Arthur’s voice shouting in the corridor. Tommy rested his forehead on hers, letting out a heavy breath and looking her in the eyes.
“I will be down in a minute.” They waited to hear for his older brother footsteps retreat to the stairs again, no before he shouted a ‘you better be down there on ten or I will come back for you’. Tommy eased her onto the ground again, still not taking his hands of her. “Fuck. I hate this.”
“I know, me too.” She gave him a little peck on the lips. “It will be over soon.” He just nodded, blue irises staring back at her.
“I love you.” He had already said it to her but she was surprised nonetheless because it wasn’t a common occurrence.
“I know.” She smiled at him and he just shook his head, kissing her one more time before they had to go back to pretending.
Warnings: None, except for my bad writing and a little bit of fluff.
Word Count: 335
Author’s Note: This is the answer to a request made by @shelbyreilly and I gotta say that this is my first time writing for John (I miss Johnny boy a lot) so I hope that you like it.
This piece hasn’t been proofread by anyone other than me, so if you find any mistakes, feel free to contact me, I’ll be more than happy to fix it. As always, your feedback is highly appreciated.
(Y/N) = Your Name
Prompt from this list:
17. Needing to kiss to hide from the bad guys
(Y/N) sighed as she took her glass from the table and took a sip, the alcohol burning down her throat as she observed the people around them. John was grumbling restlessly by her side, certainly annoyed with the situation - he hated the surveillances, not being able to sit still for much time, but Tommy had send them both to the middle of the enemy territory disguised as a couple to see if they could discover something useful to their expansion plan.
“I hate this,” she looked at John, who downed the remaining whiskey on his glass, one of his legs bouncing impatiently. She tried to concentrate on the job at hand and not think too much of how handsome he looked, even though he was being moody.
“I know, but there’s nothing we can do about it,” (Y/N) noticed the two Italians entering the pub through the back door, their eyes immediately scanning the room for threats. It was obvious that they would recognize John, the man was doing little to prevent himself from being noticed and that was the last thing they needed at the moment so she did the only thing that crossed her mind - she kissed him.
He seemed too shocked to respond for a moment but then his hands were on her and (Y/N) lost herself into his touch and the surprisingly gentle way that he kissed her back. When they parted, she kept him close, holding him by the lapels of his jacket. She discreetly looked towards the place where the two Italians had taken a seat at the bar, none of them seemed to have noticed the couple.
“What was that?” John had his signature smirk in place as he questioned her.
“Public displays of affection tend to distract people,” he scoffed, bringing her closer to him.
“Well, we better make sure they won’t look for us then,” as he kissed her again, (Y/N) thought to herself that maybe this night wouldn’t end up being that bad.
