Thomas Shelby Imagines

Firecracker

Tommy's hand slammed down on the table and you decided you'd had enough of his furious ranting. You knew better than to storm around Small Heath alone so late at night but you really didn't care.

"(Y/N) wait!" Tommy yelled as you slammed the door behind you and hurtled down the stairs, knowing that if he got to the bottom of the stairs before you were out the door you'd have no chance of being left alone.

It didn't take long for you to seemingly vanish into the maze of streets and soon you found the streets all looked the same, you hadn't actually been paying attention to where you were going and while you knew the streets well, even Tommy could get lost if he took a long turn.

Deciding that you wouldn't be found by one of the Blinder's scared and upset about being lost you began slowly walking around as if you knew exactly where you were going hoping to get your Barings and keep your fight with Tommy from your mind.

"Hey... Firecracker." Arthur's voice called to you from a dark warehouse, he wondered away from the men he'd been talking with and hurried over to you. "Do you know that Tommy's got half his men looking for you?"

"No I'm surprised he even bothered." You huffed and crossed your arms.

"Come on (Y/N), he might well be angry but that don't mean he wants you lost or hurt." Arthur had slowly been leading you back to the flat and it didn't take long for you to stop in front of the green door.

"Well he still didn't have to act like a brute." You sighed.

"Tell you what I'll come up with you." Arthur's smile convinced you that at least of Tommy was furious that you'd run off at least he'd be there to calm Tommy.

When you headed up to the house you found Tommy bellowing at some men who scuttled out of the flat through the side door once he was finished, shattered jam jars had splashed whisky up the walls obviously destroyed in an angry fit.

"(Y/N) ... Where'd you find her?" Tommy asked as he hurried over to you and gripped the back of your head.

"Out near the warehouses, found her before something bad could happen so there's no need to worry." Arthur's tone was friendly but with the sort of threatening air that he used when someone would be bothering Finn.

"What the fuck were thinking (Y/N) ... I don't let Finn go down the on his own." Tommy was trying to keep calm but he'd shook you several times and his grip was starting to hurt.

"I wanted to have some time alone." You sighed.

"Then kick me out of the fucking house don't run off when it's nearly midnight... not on your own anyway." Tommy yelled as he took a step away from you.

"Tommy." Arthur warned when his brother turned to yell at you again.

"I'm sorry, I was just... worried." Tommy grunted when you wrapped your arms around his waist, not forgiving him for yelling but wanting to show him you were sorry for scaring him.

Arthur left when the two of you began kissing and it didn't take long before Tommy hoisted you into his arms and carried you to your bedroom. Tommy spent the entire night focused on you, his mouth seeking new ways to have you writhing beneath him, his touch gentle and attentive as he applied just the right amount of pressure.

Neither cared that people in the streets could most likely hear you crying Tommy's name, nor that the neighbours could hear the repetitive thud of the bed's head board, what mattered was that the other felt needed and loved.

By the morning you were tangled together, the soft sounds of your even breathing relaxing Tommy as he thought over how else he could make you happy.