• TOMMY SHELBY IMAGINES •

weak spot (request)

Anon baby: I don't know if you do him but could you do a Isaiah Jesus imagine where they fight and he says he cheated ( he didn't ) to hurt her. But before he can take it back she leaves. Skip to a while later and she's enjoying life with her friends (boys and girls ) and he gets jealous and try's to win her back ? x (Update!) Could you maybe do the Isaiah Jesus "cheating" one but with tommy then ? Thanks love x

Request continued: Can you do a tommy Shelby x younger reader but they breakup (just after an argument) and then like a few months later he sees her with Some People (boys and girls) she used to be around before him. She's drinking a lot (drugs if your comfortable) so he gets jealous and wins her back ? x

AN: I'm just gonna incorporate the two. Hope you luvvvvv it. (I won't be incorporating the drugs seeing as I am far too busy to get into the DRAMA behind drugs so yes. forgive me darlin') update once I have finished writing this...this was by far one of my favourite stories - thank you anon for giving me this idea. it was a PLEASURE

It was only a week after John's death and he just won't stop pushing me away. As if I'm next on the hit list. He is insistent to me to leave him, basically packing up my bags and leaving them by the door. It hurts so much to see him pull away from me, sleeping in the same bed but he doesn't touch me. Looking each other in the eyes, but somehow he doesn't see me.

I feel a loss that pains me because, Tommy's still here. His physical body is warm, but he's not here.

It's the middle of the night when I hear the sound of some glass shattering. The sound instantly wakes me up, and I sit up and reach for the lamp. Once on, I look around the bed and don't see a sleeping Tommy.

Instead, it's him who groans, stumbling into our bedroom. "Fuckin' hell, did I wake yous?" He whispers, pale and stinking of whiskey. He tries to stand straight, but fails miserably. Tommy puts his finger on his lips, "I was tryin' to keep quiet, it's quite late 'n' I thought to be respectful."

"Jesus." I climb out of bed and walk towards him. He's got his shirt unbuttoned somewhat, one arm out of his blazer.

I have to hold my breath as I reach for him, grabbing his arm slowly and removing the coat. I look up at him, he looks down at me. His bottom lip is swollen, and he's got a little bruising around his eye.

"You got into a fight?" I inhale sharply, trying to see the rest of his face through the minimal light we're given. I am blinded by

"Yah, a fight for you. 'Cuz I luv you." He nods before humming. Being gentler than ever, Tommy presses his finger over my nose and leans in. "You look fuckin' cute, you know that?" He then sighs. "I'm drunk."

I smile small, "I know." My hands rest over his chest, I lightly drum my fingers over his muscular body before sighing. "Let's get you to bed."

I slowly place myself under his arm, wrapping my hand around his back as slightly leans into me for support. "I'm drunk." He moans. "I never fuckin' drink this much. The rooms spinning."

Tommy kind of gags which automatically makes me panic. "Thomas, don't you dare vomit."

"Thomas, don't you dare vomit." He mocks me with a slight laugh. "I won't." He slurs.

I sit him onto the bed, easing ourselves to fall back, of course Thomas flops onto his back, and I roll him onto his side, making sure if he does vomit it won't kill him.

"Thank you." He says in a whisper, before moving his fingers to tap against my jawline. "I love you. Hey. I love you."

I melt so easily, even as I stand on top of my drunken mess, I can't help but break into a wide smile. "I love you too." I whisper, knowing he's asking me to kiss him, I duck down and gently press my lips against his. "I can taste the whiskey off of your lips."