Imagines For Me & You

So long as I'm with you: Thomas Shelby - Peaky Blinders

A/N: Cheesy, kinda long but not really, cute. Thomas had a bad day, fem!reader comforts him. He asks her out at the end. Request I did for peakywriting on Tumblr.
CW: Mentions of alcohol. It sorta just disappears randomly.

Y/N and Ada sat across from each other in Ada's family home, their legs tucked underneath them on the soft sofa. It wasn't an unusual sight to see the two girls together, laughing and talking and teasing. They had been best friends since they were wee little things, after all.

The Shelby family loved Y/N. She fit right in with them and their way of life. Polly was almost entirely certain the young lady was of Romani descent. As was John's wife, Esme. The two women were positive. But, Y/N was not. Their reasoning was flimsy as best. Because of the deep connection and in-depth understanding Y/N and Tommy had, Polly and Esme were confident Y/N had some Romani blood, even if it was minuscule.

"I swear, the next time Arthur tells me to wear something 'decent' I'll give 'im an earful until he's begging me to stop," Ada said, her drink in hand. "Maybe I'll even punch or slap. I don't know. Something."

Y/N laughed lightly, knowing her friend wouldn't. "I'd pay to see that!"

She sipped on her drink, thinking.

"Something on your mind?" Ada asked.

Y/N smiled. "Not really. Something feels, I don't know, off today."

She relaxed against the sofa, a slight frown gracing her face.

"I know," she said. "Let's make cookies!"

Y/N got up and started toward the kitchen.

Ada laughed and followed her. "Why?"

"Whenever I'm down, Mum always made cookies," Y/N said, smiling at the thought of her late mother. "So, let's borrow a page out of her book."

Ada, still finding this sudden need for baking funny, shrugged.

Baking cookies doesn't take as long as some might think. Unless, of course, you're Ada Shelby and Y/N Y/L/N. Ada forgot about the cookies in the oven and, well, they burned. No one likes burnt cookies, not even masochists. Y/N had to prep another batch after ragging on Ada for forgetting while she went off to replace the items she used. "Seriously, Ada? Now I've got to go get more supplies!" The two got side-tracked when Polly made her grand entrance and complained about her nephews' stupidity and general lack of common sense. "Those boys have lost their heads! Even Tommy is going mad!" She pointed at you and said, "You'd better set his head on straight before he loses it." Y/N got even more side-tracked and started baking a cake. Only to realize half-way through counting the ingredients, they didn't have all of them. "If those cookies burn while I'm gone, I'll make like the Queen of Hearts and have your head cut off!" Polly said "And I'll make like the King and have a stay of execution" in response. The cookies were burnt when she got back, much to her chagrin.

By the time Y/N finally finished a batch of unburnt cookies and a nicely decorated cake, Ada was slightly tipsy and Polly felt tired, tired enough for a nap. Which is exactly what she went to do.

As an obviously tipsy Ada and a slightly stressed out Y/N sat and talked, Tommy slammed the front door closed and went to his room. The girls looked at each other and snickered.

"Wonder what that was about," Ada said.

Y/N shrugged.

"The other two are probably at the Garrison," Ada said with a mischievous smile. "It'd be rather sad if neither made it home. I should go check on them. Make sure they're alright and all."

Y/N caught on to what she was getting at and smiled at her. "What kind of sister would you be if you didn't?"

She quickly left. Bored, Y/N decided that she might as well make someone eat her cookies and if that someone had to be a pissed off Tommy then well, that's how it had to be.

With that decision made, Y/N got up and cut a slice of cake. She carefully placed the chocolate-on-chocolate cake on a plate alongside a few chocolate cookies. Oh, how Y/N loved her chocolate. And who doesn't? Chocolate cookies are nothing without a cool glass of milk, so why not temper whatever tantrum Tommy was having with a glass. Pulling out a fork, Y/N slipped it under the cake and brought the plate and the glass up to Tommy's room.

The door was slightly open, enough for Y/N to push it open with her foot. Luckily, it was open otherwise, she'd have had to band on the door with her head. Now, that would have been a sight.

"Go the fuck away," Tommy said, nursing a bottle of, most likely, Irish whiskey.

He looked through the window at the end of his bed. Tommy didn't look to see who was at his door. Frankly, he didn't care. He just wanted them to go away.

"Sorry to disappoint, but that's not happening," Y/N said. "Actually, no, I'm not sorry."

At the sound of her voice, Tommy's eyes shot to the door and he smiled slightly.

"Y/N," he said.

Tommy's eyebrows furrowed slightly at the sight of the food she brought up. He moved slightly aside and patted the bed.

"Come," he said. "Sit with me."

She obliged and set the glass and plate down before getting comfortable. Unsurprisingly, as soon as she got settled, Tommy rested his head on her shoulder. It was uncomfortable, the two of them on the small, old bed, but they made do.

Moving slightly, Y/N took the plate and gave it to Tommy. "Food."

"'M not hungry," he said under his breath.

Y/N rolled her eyes. "I didn't ask if you were hungry. Now eat."

He looked up at her and pouted. An eyebrow raise later and he was munching on her cookies, not wanting to make her mad.

"Mmm, chocolate," he mumbled.

Y/N laughed. "You're weird."

He smiled at her, soaking in her beautiful laughter. "Only for you, love," he said.

Tommy took her hand in his and kissed it. The show of affection made Y/N smile knowing she was one of the few that ever saw Tommy soften like this.

"Do you want to talk about it?" She asked. "What happened earlier?"

Tommy shook his head. "Don't want to bother you with it," he said. He sighed heavily. "Just want to enjoy this."

Y/N nodded, letting him relax and eat the sweets she brought to him. He lent over her, grabbing the milk and drinking it all quick as he could.

"Thirsty?" She questioned.

He simpered. "Always."

Tommy set the glass and mostly empty plate on his nightstand and sat down, facing Y/N with a serious look. He held both her hands, nervously rubbing her knuckles.

"Is something wrong?" She asked.

"Yes, but not with you," Tommy said. "Y/N, would you like to do something together? A date something, not a friendly hangout something. Not like this."

A distinct look apprehension and fear appeared in his eyes as he searched her face for a reaction.

Y/N licked her lips and thought for a moment before deciding what to say. "What kind of date something?"

He shrugged. "Whatever you want to do. I don't care what. So long as I'm with you."

Giggling, she looked at him. "I've always wanted to go stargazing."

He pulled Y/N closer. "That's what we'll do then. I'll take you out to the country and we'll go stargazing."

Y/N smiled and kissed his nose softly as he pulled her onto his lap. "I could show you some of the constellations," she said.

"So long as I'm with you."