*:･ﾟ waste of time.

Tommy x Lizzie — PEAKY BLINDERS S05E03

          “  just  fine  ?  ouch,  tiff,  ”  he  chuckles,  looking  up  at  her  starry  eyed.  “  and  here  i  thought  you  walked  in  on  purpose.  ”  okay,  maybe  he's  just  torturing  her  now,  quickly  shaking  his  head.  “  i'm  just  fucking  with  you.  it's  fine,  though,  really—  i  don't  feel  weird  about  it.  ”  brows  furrow  slightly,  then,  looking  up  at  her.  there's  always  been  something  about  her  he  can't  figure  out,  something  mysterious.  “  do  you  feel  weird  about  it  ?  ”

                  mouth slightly opens at his words & she chuckles, soft, as if the thought of him being attractive hadn't crossed her mind before. a quick lease agreement between two strangers turned into something tiffany never thought she would be tangled into, even if it was mostly in her head. ❛ no, no. i don't feel weird about it. ❜ admits, eyes finally blinking up to match his sight. ❛ kind of like the time i was changin'. ❜ tugs a stray hair behind her ear, and another soft chuckle, ❛ it happens. easy to do. ❜

            he  knew  her  better  than  anyone,  so  to  hear  him  call  her  a  liar,  well,  she's  furious,  practically  on  fire.  or  maybe  that's  just  what  being  so  close  to  him  does  to  her,  chest  heaving  as  his  eyes  burn  into  hers.  there's  nothing  she  can  say  or  do,  nothing  to  refute  his  words,  and  yet,  why  did  she  want  to  kiss  him  right  now  ?  it  only  fuels  her  anger,  leaning  in  that  much  closer.  “  bullshit,  ”  she  hisses.  “  i  am  happy,  and  i  am  in  love,  and  you  don't  know  a  goddamn  thing  about  any  of  it  !  ”  her  palms  collide  with  his  chest  out  of  frustration,  then,  unsure  if  she's  really  trying  to  convince  him  or  herself.  tears spring to her eyes as she pulls away.  “  why  are  you  doing  this  ?  why  can't  you  just  let  me  be  ?  ”

                  something had always trailed between them, even more so since she'd decided to make company with someone who was the exact opposite of who she would be attracted to & both of them knew it. current conversation was one that was meant to happen, long time coming as hidden emotions fought to come to the surface for as long as he could remember. ❛ oh, i don't? i don't know what it's like to be so nauseatingly in love with someone that i can't fuckin' think straight? ❜ his voice is deep as figures are inches apart & he lets out a low chuckle. she's dangerously close, practically seething, and as was he as a frustrated smile spread against his brims. notices the water beginning to rim around pupils & yet he doesn't waver, leaning frame against wall behind him. ❛ cause i don't want to. and y'know what? i don't think you want me to either. ❜

KATIE DOUGLAS as quinn maybrook in clown in a cornfield (2025)

" something tells me you don't have fun often . " when he closes the door , she can't help but chuckle a bit . she doesn't move from her spot against his desk , head cocking to the side , and she watches him come back toward the desk , toward her . " tristan , " she twists and takes it upon herself to close the space between them with a few steps in his direction . " you can have fun . hell , even the dirty secret of it all could make it even better . maybe we can skip the drug part but . . . the rest of it . you can't tell me you don't want to do that again ? " sundari's brow quirks upwards , one hand coming to rest against his chest .

                  couldn't recall a time when he truly allowed himself to branch out & let himself go, time spent with her being the first time in months, since the move, since the . . end of his marriage. and the part he battles the most is that it felt good. damn good, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't crave more. watches her step closer to him, straightens posture and yet doesn't waver from his spot, quietly breathing in as familiar touch is burning against his chest. ❛ you're right. ❜ breathes out, eyes looking into hers as remembrance flashes through his mind, ❛ i can't tell you that. ❜ he's softly speaking, as hands dare to reach out, close the space between them yet again. ❛ 'ts not a good idea . . . ❜

movements are swift , arms slipping beneath her to hoist her into his arms . he can hold her closer like this , and he wants to be as close as possible . he kisses her more until he's trailing his lips across her jaw and down her neck . " i missed you . " and it's all his own doing , wanting her , missing her .

" i don't drink fruity . or did you forget that ? " her voice dips , evidently mocking him from earlier . one or two vodka drinks in already , she is well aware where the bottles were stashed . let alone the one she seemed to always have hidden in her purse . icy blue eyes roll and one hand presses against his chest , where it lingers for a beat too long , before pushing him back . " you don't get me wet anymore , unless it's crying from boredom . but nice try . " she's lying , but she has always been too good at lying anyway to everyone except for nathan .

                  can't contain the smile that frames against his lips when she pushes him back, tongue running across inner cheek & he nods, head inching to the side. ❛ oh, yeah? that's how you feel? ❜ he hums, downing the remainder of his beer and tossing the glass into the nearby trashcan. ❛ prove it. ❜ voice is low & in one swift motion he extends his arm out to wrap around her waist, pulling her flush against him as brims were mere inches apart. ❛ prove me wrong. ❜

                    " you're bleeding. a lot. and you got this from what? racing? "

                  ❛ that . . and a little more from the shit that doesn't have any business out there driving. ❜ nonchalantly speaks as he tugs & pulls shirt away from skin, scratches shown on his shoulder blades & sides, opening the cabinet in the bathroom to administer some sort of relief. ❛ i barely even feel it, honest. few patches & i'll be fine. ❜