Peaky Blinders Oneshots

Ada x Fem!Reader

Word count: 964
Not proofread
No use of (Y/N)
There will be a part 2 eventually!
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     I've always admired Ada. Her confidence, her spunk, her adorable haircut, her awesome family. She's always been one of my best friends. I actually enjoy being around her family. They accept me. Though they likely wouldn't if they knew how I felt about their sister. I shake off the thoughts as I let myself into their house. The first person I see is little Finn, who leads me over to the kitchen. I take a seat and settle in to wait for Ada to come by. We're meant to go for lunch and have a night on the town today and I'm understandably excited. I sit there, watching the proceedings in the next room and politely denying Polly's insistence that I eat something as time goes by.  Everything seems to go in slow motion as everyone heads out for the night. Tommy locks his office door, heading to leave, though he stops in his tracks, sighing deeply when he sees me. He stays silent for a moment before quietly, softly saying, "she's not coming back tonight." I just look down at my lap, fighting back tears. "Why don't you come back tomorrow, mate? I'll tell her to stop by," he offers. I don't respond right away, trying to pull myself together, before I force a smile, shaking my head. "No, it's alright, you don't have to. I'm sure she just forgot," I respond quietly, still forcing that smile. He simply nods in response, opening the door for me. I just hustle out of the building, rushing off toward my flat before he can say anything else. I crash on my bed the moment I get home.
     Something feels different when I wake up in the morning. I feel… sort of numb. Empty, almost. Despite having slept all night, I don't have the energy to get out of bed. So I just lay there. All day. Thinking about nothing and everything all at once. The sun comes and goes and I still don't get up as stars fill the night sky and the moon makes its journey above the clouds. In fact, I don't move at all until dawn breaks, at which point I have to get up for work. I put on a simple dress, not having the energy to get completely dressed up, and then head out. The next five days of work are good. They keep me busy, distract me from everything else. But, like all good things, it eventually ends for my weekend break. I spend the first day sitting in my bed reading a book and drinking tea. The second day, I gather the courage to get up and go stop by the Shelbys' to see if Ada was there. She isn't. Surprise, surprise. Unfortunately for me, Tommy catches me before I can sneak out and informs me that, apparently, she has a boyfriend she's rather preoccupied with. I already know this. Did he not?
     I nod silently in response and turn to leave. I don't make it far before Polly stops me as well, requesting that I stay a bit– she even goes so far as offering to make me something to eat, glancing at my thin frame as she does so. I immediately know that she knows I haven't been eating much, but decline the offer on the grounds of not being hungry before I quickly rush out of the building, immediately heading home. Things continue this way, with me going to work five days a week and avoiding the entire family the other two, for a few months, until one day, there's a knock at my door. I open it up, curious as to who's there, only to see– "...Ada?" I ask hesitantly, watching the woman standing there. She looks upset and my first instinct is to hug her. Comfort her. But I don't, simply inviting her inside instead. She hustles inside and I close the door behind her, leading her to my bed– the only place in my flat to sit. She pulls me down to sit with her, holding my hands firmly in hers, worry shining in her eyes. Concerned, I softly ask what's wrong. She blinks, biting her bottom lip gently before making me promise not to tell a soul. I swear not to instantly. She hesitates a moment longer before taking a deep breath and then blurting out, "I'm pregnant."
      I don't know what to say. Or how to feel. She's going to have a baby– someone to love and care for. Good. She's not married– it'll bring down the family's credibility. Bad. She'll likely stop by more now so I can support her. Good. Her family will pressure her to get rid of it. Bad. Very, very bad. I look up at her, asking, "does anyone else know?" "Just Polly," is her quiet response. I'm not surprised. Polly knows everything. "Don't tell your brothers," I insist quietly. She nods. "What do I do when it starts to show?" she asks a bit nervously. "Either stay with your boyfriend or come live with me. Nobody else knows where I live," I mumble a bit bitterly. She nods slowly. "It'll be alright, Ada. I'll help you. You'll be okay. Both of you," I reassure her gently, running my thumb over her knuckles. She seems to relax, nodding slowly as she stares at our hands for a moment before looking up at me. We're both silent for a bit and then I ask if she'd like some tea. She shakes her head wordlessly, getting to her feet. "I should go tell Freddie," she mumbles, hustling outside. I follow silently, bidding her a quiet farewell and shutting the door. Everything spins as I sink to the floor. The baby is his. She loves someone else. Bad.