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This look he has just reeks of touch my wife one more time and I'll raise hell. Or reader is shy (and married to Tommy) and is trying not to be rude + moving to stop the touches on her arm. Tommy sees if they keep doing it before he intervenes

Tommy watching you do just anything at home

John pretending to read but watching you tell a someone off. Also him waiting to see if the guy does something

Sorry 😅idk what to do with myself

Tysm for the ask, darl! I love all of these amazing ideas! Protective Tommy makes me feral and that look in the 2nd GIF is pure sunshine. However, I've written loads of Tommy requests recently so I'll show John some love.

Place Your Bets

"You there!" a mean looking drunk shouted over the din of the betting shop. You didn't bother looking up from your desk as you concentrated on taking a customer's bet over the telephone.

Undeterred, the man slowly clomped toward you, swaying as he walked. He approached wreaking of whisky and body odor and you hung up as quickly as possible to shoo him away. Rising from the desk you motioned to the back of the queue, closer to the doors where the stench would be carried away with the breeze. "You'll have to wait your turn," you informed him tersely.

"I know you," he said with a sneer, showing off a row of rotten, yellow teeth. "You was the lass who took my bet last week."

You turned away, unsure how the poor sod had placed his bet and not caring in the slightest.

"I'm talking to you!" he shouted and you turned with fire dancing in your eyes as he dared to continue. "You gave me that rubbish tip about Monaghan Boy!" he said, wiping his nose on the back of his sleeve.

"Gonna let your missus handle that one?" a secretary asked as she passed John's desk.

John lowered his paper as he shrugged, "Why not? She can take care of herself better than half the men here," he said, voice swelling with pride. He grinned to himself as he thought of all the times you'd bested him in an argument and counted himself lucky someone else was on the receiving end of your temper for once.

"He must have been off his tits! Came in dead last," the man grumbled to you.

"You'd know something about that, eh?" you countered, snickering as you pushed past him to gather a few papers.

"What did you say to me?," the man asked, puffing out his chest.

"Oh, God, this is going to be good," John said with a slight giggle. He could tell by your folded arms and the way your foot began to tap rapidly against the floorboards you were properly angry now.

You whipped around, annunciating your words as if he were a complete idiot, because he was. "I said you're a fucking drunk who made a shit bet so don't come in here and throw a wobbler like a bloody child!"

Sitting back to watch the drama unfold from behind his paper, John snickered as he listened to you give the man a tongue lashing. The man retaliated calling you a cunt.

John sucked in a breath. "Ooh, I wouldn't call her that, mate!" John commented to no one in particular, shaking his head. He kicked his feet off the desk and leaned forward slightly to see how you would return the insult.

You wagged a finger in the man's face, half his size, but berating him as though you were equally matched. "Call me that once more and I'll cut ya, ya filthy animal! Don't fuck with me!"

That's when John saw the man reach out to grab you by the arm and he was on his feet in seconds, pounding the floorboards menacingly. He pinned the man to the wall, narrowing his eyes at the bastard who dared lay a hand on you, asking, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" The man could only gurgle in response as John held him by the throat.

You brushed your sleeve, noting the dirt he'd left behind with a frown before collecting yourself and lightly placing a hand on John's shoulder. He turned to look at you, eyes softening, but grip remaining firm.

"Can I borrow your blade, darling? Left mine in me other skirt," you said, voice as thick and sweet as honey.

"Of course, love," he said, handing it over with a quick kiss.

"Wait, wh-what's sh-she going to do with that?" the man stuttered, too afraid to move.

"Cut your balls off, I reckon," John replied. Breaking out into a shit eating grin, he reached up to smack the man on the cheek a couple of times. Then he pulled back to take in the look of horror as he snorted, "Nah, just take your eyes. She's a blinder after all and she did warn ya not to fuck with her."

Hey there Lee! I’m so happy to see that you’re taking gif prompts! 😄

What can you do with this one?

The Baking Lesson

"C'mere gorgeous," John said turning your chin toward him. "It can't be that bad. Just tell me," he coaxed with an encouraging smile.

You sniffed back tears, embarrassed to admit you'd been dismissed after only two days at the bakery. John's bright blue eyes shone back at you, full of love and understanding. In that moment, you knew he would make you feel better if you could just form the words. "I've been sacked," you finally admitted, a little sob escaping with it.

"Why, love? What happened?" he asked, pulling his handkerchief from his pocket and offering it to you as he leaned forward on his knees to listen.

Twisting the soft cotton between your fingers, it all came spilling out. First your dough hadn't risen properly. Then you bungled two signature recipes, resulting in an untold amount of waste. After those fiascos, you'd been so flustered you managed to burn not one, but two batches of bread. You pleaded with your boss to take pity on you, promising you would improve with time. However, your mistakes must have been more than he was willing to overlook.

"Mr. Thompson told me I was too stupid and hopeless to teach. He made me leave without paying me. I was so humiliated," you cried into your hands.

John's fists began to tighten at the mention of your mistreatment and you placed your hands over them to calm him. "Please don't do anything. It was my fault!" you begged. You ran a hand along his jawline and he unclenched it at your touch. "I'm alright, really. I'll find another job," you said quietly.

However, John couldn't ignore the defeated look in your eye after this blow to your confidence. He pulled you into his chest for a warm embrace, rubbing his hand along your back soothingly as he promised, "I want you to do whatever makes you happy, but someone ought to speak to Mr. Thompson about his business," John said cryptically.

You pulled back to study his face. "What do you mean?"

Standing and straightening his cap, John gave you a rakish smile. "Not to worry, love. I've some experience working with bakers." You had no idea what that meant, but had to laugh when you received a delivery the next day. It was a handwritten apology from Mr. Thompson, along with enough bread to feed a small village.

"John, what did you do?" you asked suspiciously.

John gave you the charming smile you loved so much accompanied by a small shrug of his shoulders. "Gave him a baking lesson," he said with a wink. "He was the one who needed it, not you, love."

Hello! Can I request John with "Do you actually love me?"

Hi there @kpoploverxx-12 ! Thanks so much for sending this in! I’m sorry it took so long for me to write it! I hope you like what I did with it! This is my favorite John fic that I’ve written in a long time….it might even be my favorite fic of this celebration. Enjoy! :)

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Exactly Like That

John Shelby x Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 683

Summary: Two friends become a something a little more than that when John lets those three words slip.

John and (Y/N) were sitting on the bank of the Cut, like they usually do. They’d gone there nearly every Friday for the last ten years, spare the years when John was away at war. Whenever he’d come home though, they’d somehow find themselves sitting there.

In a way, it became like their therapy. The calming sound of the water flowing became the backdrop that the two would share their goings on to.

It was there that these two became closer to each other than anyone else in their lives.

John just finished telling (Y/N) what was happening in his family. She was the one person who would listen to everything and not tell a soul. She did so because she knew John would do the same for her. They were both thankful for each other in that regard.

“You’ll get through it, John. You always do,” she said to him, a smile forming as she turned to face him. “And hey, if you don’t, I know that I’ve got a handsome amount of money coming my way,” she joked then, cracking up at her own statement.

John couldn’t help but laugh. Her laughter was like music to his ears. It always instantly put him in a better mood. “I love you,” he admitted once his laughter died down and he’d been watching at her as she came down from her fit of giggles from a few moments ago.

“Yeah,” she agreed, not really hearing what he said at first. Silence fell over them as (Y/N) looked down to the water again. Then it clicked. “Do you actually love me?” she asked, a seriousness present in her voice that hadn’t been there seconds ago. This conversation had essentially changed tones on a dime.

“Yeah, course I do,” John responded without a second thought.

(Y/N) froze for a moment, her heart rate quickening. “Yeah, well not like that, right?” she scrambled to ask while mentally telling herself to calm down and not get ahead of herself.

John’s eyes danced over her face for a moment, taking her features in before the slightest smile graced his lips. “No, exactly like that,” he spoke with sincerity, like it was the most important thing he’d ever said.

(Y/N) let out a breath, her eyes going wide as she quickly looked straight again. She was freaking out now, and she didn’t want him to see it. In all their years of friendship, she never thought that things would get to this point…where she’d make her feelings for him known.

Nothing was said as John reached over and gently took hold of (Y/N)’s chin so that he could guide her eyes back to his. They held eye contact for a few moments, the air around them holding this weird tension that neither of them had experienced before.

John just had to break it. “I love you, (Y/N). Have since you and I was kids,” he told her, speaking softly due to their proximity, but she heard every word clear as day. She also didn’t miss his eyes as they flitted down to her lips. There was no hesitation in her moving the slightest bit closer to him, showing him that she wanted exactly what he wanted. He licked his lips before continuing, “…been wantin’ to do this for a long time too,” he breathed, giving her no time to respond - if she even wanted to - before he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers.

The kiss felt exactly like those kisses that are described in the romance novels…the ones that sweep people off of their feet. (Y/N) was thankful that they were sitting, because otherwise she wasn’t sure if she could trust her legs to hold her up.

“I love you too, John,” she breathed against his lips once they broke the kiss. Her eyes were closed, but she was able to feel his smile, and that alone made her smile. Nothing else was said as their lips met again…nothing more was needed to be said.

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MASTERLIST

This was so cute

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━━ you feel flattered when charlie shelby asks to marry you while your husband feels like he could strangle his nephew

word count: 2014

pairing: fem!reader x john shelby

warnings: none

The Shelby's were always your family.

From a young age, you had been a Shelby. Even though you weren't blood-related, they were more of a family than your actual family could ever be.

While you and Ada were nearest in age, you had always been closest with John.

It didn't matter whether you were two youthful teenagers messing around or two passionate lovers who tried to find their place in the world.

You and John had always been each other's priority.

So, it came as no surprise when you turned out being pregnant by John at the age of sixteen.

You and John happily married each other as Arthur walked you down the aisle.

The day that your first daughter had been born was the day that John vowed to you that he would grant you more children if that was what made you happy.

So, you had five more kids after Katie.

Even though your life was far from ideal, you still loved it with every fiber in your body.

John was an incredible husband. He was always faithful to you and constantly made an effort to spend as much time as he could with you and the kids.

A particular thing that he loved to do was to spoil you. Anytime you even merely glimpsed at a dress, the following day it would be hanging in your wardrobe.

You had frequently told John that he didn't have to purchase you expensive items, but he constantly said that he loved to do it.

Tonight, you were wearing a black dress that John had bought you for a gala that would be hosted by one of Tommy's business partners.

You were seated on the bench that stood in front of your bed as you slipped on your heels. A giggle escaped your mouth as you felt John's wet kisses on the side of your neck as he crept onto you from behind.

“John, we can't do this right now,” you said while your husband wrapped his arms around you.

“We can do whatever the fuck we want,” he muttered against the base of your throat as his hands roamed over your body.

You tilted your head back onto his shoulder, which gave him more access to your neck.

“Fucking hell, love,” John mumbled as a grin appeared on his chiseled face.

Just before he could get any further, you heard the door to your shared bedroom open, revealing your third-born son.

“Mummy! Tell Katie to stop putting makeup on me!” He cried out, entirely ignoring John who looked like he was done with his life.

John loved your kids, he really did. But he can't stop questioning why they won't ever leave the two of you alone for more than five minutes.

Fred ran over to you before leaping onto your lap as he buried his face into your neck, which John had been harassing a few moments prior.

“Bloody hell, Fred. What'd Katie do to your face?” John asked his son as he caught a glimpse of red lipstick smeared all over his face and a deep green eye shadow covering the lids of his eye.

“She put it all over my face!” He hissed while he attempted to conceal his face into your neck as deep as he could.

“That's not true, mum! He asked me to do it for him!” You heard Katie yell from her room while Fred settled down in your arms.

John let out a groan before getting off the bed to get a damp cloth to get the cosmetics off his son's face.

While he went to the bathroom, you caressed Fred's back soothingly which lulled him to sleep along with your consoling flower perfume which you had applied earlier that evening.

When John returned, you carefully turned your son in your arms before softly wiping the makeup from his face.

After having made sure that his face was spotless you stood up to carry him to his chamber while John watched you quietly.

You put Fred to bed before making sure that all of your other children were all safe and sound in their beds.

You kissed them all on their forehead as they told you a 'goodnight mum' before you switched off the light and made your way back to your shared room.

When you entered your room, you noticed John slumping against the headboard while he stared at the wall opposite of him.

“John?” You leaned against the door frame as he glanced at you before he clambered off the bed and made his way towards you.

Your husband tugged you into his taller frame while kissing you gently. He kissed the corner of your mouth before he lowered his lips to your jaw. When he reached your neck, he instantly pulled back as a disgusted look was present on his handsome features.

You furrowed your brows curiously as he stormed off towards the bathroom that was attached to your bedroom.

A few moments later you followed him only to see him holding his tongue under the water.

When he looked up at the mirror where he saw your figure, he gestured to his neck as the water got all over him.

“Gret hot uhin mahuh aw awe joh ek,” he mumbled as you frowned with a perplexed look on your face.

“What now?” John rolled his eyes before repeating the same sentence. When he noticed that you weren’t going to comprehend what he said, he turned off the water before turning to you.

“Fred got fucking makeup all over your neck,” he snarled, which made you look in the mirror where you glimpsed red and green lipstick stained on your neck.

“Oh,” you simply said before grabbing a damp towel to get it off your neck while John went to change his clothes so that he would look appropriate tonight.

After having scrubbed your neck, you made your way downstairs. John was already waiting at the front door with an adoring smile on his face as you put on your coat.

“You ready love?” You nodded at your husband, taking his outstretched arm before making your way to his car.

During the car ride to the Arrow house, you chatted John's ear off, which he didn't mind even if he whined about it.

Briefly afterward, you reached your destination before you made your way inside where the rest of the Shelby's stood.

“You're finally here! I was beginning to think that you two got lost,” Arthur exclaimed as he caught sight of you.

“Nah, the kids were being pissy,” John wrapped his arm around your waist, catching the lingering stares of the men who surrounded you.

You greeted all of your in-laws before going to stand next to Tommy, who was supervising Charlie.

“How's Charlie?” Tommy turned to you, allowing his eyes to leave Charlie for the first time that night, which provided him the opportunity to take off.

“He's alright. How're the kids?”

“They're alright,” you echoed, which made his lips turn upwards slightly.

“I-” Tommy was rapidly cut off as he noticed Charlie nearing the two of you with a cheeky smile on his child like features.

You scrunched up your face in disarray at Tommy's interruption before you followed his sight line and noticed Charlie.

The young boy had slicked his hair back with water and had requested Polly to make sure that he looked decent.

The two of you silently stared at Charlie as he cleared his throat before extending his arm out towards you.

“Dear Miss. Y/l/n allow me this dance,” you noticed that he resorted to using your maiden name and that he addressed you with Miss instead of Mrs.

You and Tommy shared an amused glance before you accepted his offer.

“Of course Mr. Shelby,” you took his arm, having to bent down slightly because he was five.

He chose a spot in the middle of the room before he turned back to you and made you pick him up so that you were in the same eye line.

“You look extremely beautiful. As usual, of course,” he rambled nervously with negligibly flush cheeks while you danced softly from side to side.

“Thank you sir. You look very handsome if you ask me,” you remarked with a kind smile on your face, which made him giggle giddily.

John had been searching for you for the past ten minutes after having closed an agreement with one of their business partners.

He had felt exceptionally pleased with himself and was thrilled to tell his wife about his triumph.

When he asked Polly about your whereabouts, but she told him that she saw you last with Tommy.

So now he was making his way to his older brother who was staring off somewhere with a fond smile on his face while Arthur was cracking up beside to him.

“Tommy, have you seen Y/n? Can’t find her anywhere,” Tommy and Arthur turned towards their younger brother before they swapped an amused look.

“Careful there John-boy little Charlie is planning to steal your wife,” Arthur laughed loudly which drew in some unwanted attention.

John furrowed his brows as he followed Arthur’s finger which was pointing at Charlie, who had enveloped his legs around his wife’s waist while she swayed from side to side with a smile on her face.

“That little fucker,” John mumbled under his breath as Arthur laughed even harder if that was achievable, and a small grin arose on Tommy’s face.

Polly and Micheal drew near the brothers, having noticed them by Arthur's loud laughing.

“What’s going on?” Tommy grinned at his aunt and cousin as Arthur was practically rolling on the floor, while John didn’t keep his eyes off his nephew who had caught his stare and smiled mischievously at him which only aggravated him more.

“My nephew is a real lady’s man,” Both Polly and Micheal glanced at Charlie who was kissing your cheek while maintaining eye contact with his furious uncle.

Micheal grinned slightly as the corner of Polly’s lips turned upwards in amusement.

“I swear if he doesn’t get his fucking hands off my wife, I will,” John declared angrily before you caught them all watching you.

You smiled sweetly at your family, which made your husband smile back at you while Arthur was trying to retain his giggles.

When the song ended, you put Charlie down before he led you back towards the Shelby's who were watching you with amusement shimmering in their eyes.

John quickly took you back from Charlie, which made the small boy frown before he turned to his father.

“I want to marry Y/n,” he simply spoke.

Your eyes enlarged while you gaped at him, Arthur got into another fit of laughter while your husband looked ready to annihilate his nephew.

“No. Absolutely fucking not,” John stated, which made Charlie roll his eyes at his uncle.

“And why not?” He questioned sassy.

“She’s already married to me,” John replied, Charlie, walked over to you and held your hand while the rest of the family silently watched the scene unfold.

“So? She can divorce you,”

“She’s too old for you. She could be your mother. Besides, she’s your aunt,” Your husband looked ready to pulverize him.

“But if you two divorce, then she won’t be my aunt anymore. And any woman older than eighteen could be my mother. Didn’t you get her pregnant when she was sixteen?”

Micheal choked on his drink, and you stared at Charlie with a perplexed look on your face. Polly was full-on grinning, while Arthur was turning red from the lack of air.

“Get here you little shit,” Tommy held John back as his son backed into you, looking for your protection from your husband.

“I think you should run before your uncle catches you,” you whispered to Charlie, who nodded before taking off into the crowd.

“Well, that was fucking amazing,” Arthur spoke before downing his drink at once.

©cupidsheqrt , 2022.

Christmas Morning

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For the Christmas asks what do you think each of the Peaky Blinders men would get for their partners? How would Christmas morning look for them when they’re opening their gifts?

Tommy

🌿 I think for Tommy he's torn between feeling like Christmas should be a totally sacred day for family and family only...

🌿 the football match in the trenches on Christmas is probably something he holds dear and so he believes that Christmas is a day of peace and goodwill to all men... After many Christmases alone, Christmases of loss and sorrow

🌿 But he's also all too aware that not everyone else honours the day in the same way as he does, especially his enemies... so Christmas is a half and half kind of day to him, he wants to spend it with his family relaxing and being in the arms of everyone he loves, but he also knows he can't afford to put his schemes on hold, can't afford to drop his guard...

🌿 so he still sleeps with a gun beneath the bed on Christmas Eve and he still lies awake listening for the sounds of intruders, paranoid as he is... You tease him, "who's that for? Father Christmas?" And he lets you get away with your teasing because it's Christmas...

🌿 Tommy doesn't sleep well, but he knows half of the fun of Christmas morning for the kids, is that it's the only day of the year they're allowed to wake mummy and daddy up as early as they like...

🌿 so even though Tommy would usually be up at the crack of dawn, on Christmas morning he forces himself to go back to sleep, or at least to pretend to be sleeping until the little ones come bursting in jumping on the bed to wake him up..

🌿 he's usually so relieved to hear their little footsteps down the hall, and most of the time he wakes you when he hears them so that their jumping on you doesn't come as a sudden scare... Sometimes though he can think of nothing better than to let them make you jump... Because when they do and you squeal and get that little fright, it's the perfect excuse for him to wrap his arms around you and play your protector as he gathers the little ones up for cuddles too.

🌿 He probably pretends to have some order on Christmas morning, pretends he's going to make the kids wait until after breakfast to open their presents, but really he likes to see them be wild and excited...

🌿 he didn't get so many of these childish gleeful Christmases as a boy and he wants to give you and his children the loveliest Christmas mornings...

🌿 Tommy gives the servants the morning off on Christmas, he makes breakfast and tries his hand at remembering where he came from... Plus he enjoys the two of you getting to spend time together in a domestic way like that, with the kids sitting waiting impatiently for their breakfast.

🌿 he definitely thinks he's being low-key with his gifts, "oh that's just a little something from me angel..." as you unwrap a little box which rattled when you shook it.. and of course it's something beautiful and divine, something you can't believe was crafted on earth and not in heaven...

🌿 Tommy kissing the back of your neck as he scoops your hair up and helps you put the necklace on you...

🌿 he spoils you with so many pretty things, dresses, a silk kimono style dressing gown, glamorous and pretty things, pearls, jewellery but also does like to get you more low-key things, the thing he'd be most looking forward to giving you is an old first edition of your favourite book, your favourite poets latest work, a record, music he's seen you swaying with yourself to as you hum the melody.

🌿 and when you tell him he shouldn't have he just smiles, cups your cheek and leans in, whispers the words over your lips "prettiest girl in the world deserves the prettiest gifts doesn't she?" And with his nose nudging yours you're not about to argue with him. Him lacing his fingers with yours as the children interrupt jumping up onto daddy's knee to show him what father Christmas bought them...

🌿 After Christmas Lunch Tommy suggests a little stroll through the snowy gardens down to the stables where another gift is waiting for you... A beautiful horse which you adore... Her sleek black mane, her calm eyes... Tommy promises that this year he'll take more time away from work and teach you to ride.

🌿 I reckon Tommy's more devoted to the "father Christmas" thing than you'd expect him to be, I feel like he'd think it was really important, that's kids need that kind of magic in their little worlds...

Arthur

🍂 Arthur definitely gets quite flustered around Christmas, he worries that he can't think of the perfect gift, he begs and begs you to just tell him what you want, "really darlin please, don't care it it's expensive or if I have to go fuckin Timbuktu for it it'll be easier than this bloody guessing game!" "Arthur if I knew what I wanted I'd tell you but I don't..." "Please love!* You'd be giggling at his despair as he starts reeling off guesses and you keep telling him they all sound lovely, that he should just get you whatever he thinks of...

🍂 "but y/n what if I get it wrong!" "Arthur Shelby for the last fuckin time you won't get it wrong! You've never been wrong before..."

🍂 and the reason he's never been wrong before is that he really does just buy you everything he can think of that he thinks you might like, and sometimes things he's heard your friends ask their husbands for... he buys so much in the hopes that you'll like at least something...

🍂 But really all you want for Christmas is to be with him, that anything he gets you is perfect to you because it will be a sign from him that he cares about you and that he put thought into your gift.

🍂 he's always a little worried he's going to ruin Christmas in some way, he worries that he'll get too drunk or that he'll end up fighting with one of the reletives it guests... and when he's anxious and stressed out he'll have a drink... so he gets pretty merry on Christmas...

🍂 but most of those things he worries about are irrational worries... Arthur cares so much about the whole family getting together for Christmas because he sees himself as the head of the family, and he because he cares he tries really hard...

🍂 he's everyone's favourite flustered uncle and poor Arthur is unfortunately the kids favourite uncle to fuss around... they find it so funny seeing him a little red in the face going slightly crazy trying to make sure everything's going well... always asking you if you think the days going well, if the kids are happy... "look at em Arth, they're having the best time you dafty..."

🍂 He's so nervous watching you open your presents and you're kind of conscious of that so you're always making sure you're extra grateful and that you smile and say thank you for every single gift, and that you tell him he definitely isn't to buy you so much next year...

🍂 because apart from anything else you'd be self conscious about giving your gifts for him, because there's no way you've bought him as much as he's given you...

🍂 and so many of his gifts are so thoughtful too, there'll be a bottle of wine you'd tried to describe to him when you'd come back from a little weekend away with Ada, you'd been telling him how divine it was and how you'd love to drink it again (you were drunk when you were telling him about this) but you couldn't remember it... Arthur had gone to an unhinged extreme and visited the hotel to find out and then buy you a crate of the stuff...

🍂 You'll be really surprised by the levels of thought Arthur's put into your gift and when you stop beneath the mistletoe to thank him for all your gifts he'd cup your face in his hands and tell you that he wanted to make your Christmas perfect... "Was always gonna be if I got to spend it with you Arth..."

🍂 and then he'd get emotional, Arthur definitely gets a bit misty eyed after all the fuss of Christmas, because it's so important to him to see the whole family together, as a family... It wasn't like that when he was a kid and he's always wanted to give the family the kinds of warm happy Christmases they all wished for as youngens.

🍂 he definitely dresses up as Father Christmas for the little ones and brings in their sack of toys... Lets them clamber all over him and doesn't complain once even when in their excitement they're a little rough...

🍂 exhausts himself and falls asleep on the sofa after lunch, cuddled up with you of course...

Alfie

🐻 grumpy when you wake him up early... "You youngens spare no thought for us old men do ya? Wakin us up at the first sign of light over that godforsaken horizon just because its bloody Christmas Day..." you pouting, telling him you're sorry, trying to be convincing but he sees your smile and mirrors it

🐻 "No you're not..." he chuckled pinching your cheek, pulling you up into his lap and trapping you there, demanding compensation for the inconvenience of being woken up at such an ungodly hour in the form of s good morning kiss...

🐻 "This ain't what jesus woulda wanted darlin... Reckon Jesus yeah much like myself right, was probably quite fond of a little shut eye, yeah I reckon he was you know..."

🐻 but of course its mostly just an exaggerated act he's pulling, and mostly he's only grumbling so much because he loves the sound of your giggling, loves the way your laughter leaves you wriggling in his lap trying to escape him when he starts grumbling again...

🐻 he will force you to lie back down, your head on his chest whilst he gets a little extra sleep. He kisses your forehead and tells you to go back to sleep too... "Got a big day ahead of us my little ziskeit, an I wouldn't want my pretty poppet wearing herself out before she's even had her breakfast right... So me and you yeah, we're gonna lie here just a little bit longer right... And I know you can manage waiting right because I happen to know you're a very good, very patient girl... Ain't you ziskeit?"

🐻 Alfie drags Christmas morning cuddles out for as long as possible and insists that all presents are opening in bed... If you've got little ones they drag their stockings into the bedroom and climb up into bed with mum and dad to open their presents too.

🐻 Alfie would have quite a low-key chilled out Christmas I think, you'd have lots of cute little personal family traditions (like the aforementioned opening presents in bed). He'd want there to be as little fuss as possible and a quiet but cosy Christmas by the fire would suit him best ...

🐻 that being said he always tries so hard to be charming and polite when your parents come over for christmas lunch...

🐻 he can't get down on the floor to play with the children so instead he sits in his arm chair and invites them up to play in his lap, letting them make their toy horses and soldiers climb up his left arm, conquer his right shoulder in battle and then claim victory over all on top of his head.

🐻 has a deadly sweet tooth and eats more dessert than Christmas dinner...

🐻 you mix Christian and Jewish traditions on Christmas day and Alfie spends a lot of time in the kitchen with you on Christmas Eve preparing babka and other treats from his own cultural background to share with the family...

🐻 modern Alfie would absolutely threaten deal or death on anyone who even considered reading a christmas cracker joke to him...

🐻 he spent the run up to Christmas being a big mard arse, threatening you with the naughty list every time you said no to him or didn't do as he'd asked. Whenever you were cheeky or sarcastic with him he'd told you you he wasn't bothering with gifts this year, telling you not to bother getting him anything...

🐻 But of course Alfie would never neglect his little ziskeit and come Christmas morning you're unwrapping the loveliest gifts from him... mostly music... the best gift Alfie has bought for you however can't be unwrapped and certainly can't be given to you in bed... it's waiting downstairs in the lounge... a new piano with the most gorgeous intricate design engraved in the body.

🐻 Alfie is terrible for spoiling the kids far too much too... Every year you end up getting them more and more between the two of you, but that's because for as cynical as Alfie is about the whole Christmas ordeal as he calls it, he does know the joy it brings to children and he does believe wholeheartedly that children should be able to have perfect happy childhoods.

John

🌼 Christmas with John is chaotic from the second the sun rises to long after it has set...

🌼feral children everywhere, and one adult man who isn't much better.... John loves to see the children excited and so he'll do anything to feed the fire, ramping up the excitement at any opportunity...

🌼 definitely a chocolate for breakfast household...

🌼 but before the sun rises, before the kids wake up and start shaking the house down... You're woken up by John, his arms wrapped around you, nuzzling into your hair, kissing your neck from behind you...

🌼 because it might be Christmas but he isn't sacrificing cosy, sleepy morning sex for anything and this his own special way of wishing you a merry Christmas...

🌼 so when the kids come bursting into the bedroom you're already awake, cuddled up with John making the most of the last few moments peace before the big day really starts.

🌼 And once the children are up that it, you're both being dragged down the stair to the living room where the children's stockings are full of treats and toys galore... And John's gifts to you are much the same

🌼 John buys you gifts which bring out your inner child, your favourite sweets, dancing frocks and feather hair bands to match... Chocolates too.

🌼 the best gift of all however arrives in an excited bundle of fluff and fur... A bright eyed puppy John had been keeping hidden in the kitchen, a gift not just for you but all the family... The children are over the moon, all shouting names to call her, and you're overjoyed too.

🌼 There's music on the gramophone and John's been mixing you Christmas cocktails since breakfast time, he dances you around your living room and picks your daughter up to dance with you too. Letting the kids dance with their feet on his feet, playing all sorts of silly Christmas games with them too. John is the life and soul of Christmas and there isn't a second goes by without laughter and general merriment on Christmas when John is around.

🌼 trying to gather the children (including John tbh) up to visit his brother's at Arrow House is a nightmare and you definitely all arrive late to Christmas lunch... Not that anyone was expecting you all to be on time... John and the children put the feral in festive?

🌼 He drives Tommy insane all day and you finally get a little peace and relief sipping gin by the fire with Ada and Polly.

🌼 And John definitely still makes time for you, stealing you away when the children are worn out from playing all day. Everyone's a little sleepy in the afternoon, even the puppy is dozing by the fire. John catches your hand and steals you away to a shadowy corner of the house to steal a Christmas kiss from his very own Christmas miracle.

Bonnie

🍀Going to bed on Christmas Eve, the smell of smoke from the fire, cinnamon and citrus from the little garlands of oranges and holly sprigs that you made and hung up around the vardo... In the morning when you wake there's fresh frost on the window and you can feel the chill in the air...

🍀so you snuggle in closer to Bonnie and he wraps his arms around you a little tighter than before. Youre cuddled up together beneath layers of blankets, listening to the birds outside, the hush of Christmas morning before the children wake up... with your eyes closed you're just enjoying being wrapped up together in the arms of your love...

🍀his scratchy morning voice and lilted accent as he kisses your cheek, nuzzles in closer and says "merry Christmas little dove..." "merry chrismas Bon." You whisper against his neck, your breath tickling him as you press a kiss to his skin.

🍀Christmas day is always busy and a little chaotic at the camp, many families all gather together for a huge celebration, which means brothers, sisters, cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents and old friends all gathered together with a fire and feast... Children running round with their new toys, snowball fights, all the little girls making snow angels and getting little ice crystals in the tangles of their long wild hair.

🍀And one day Bonnie can't wait to watch his own children running around all rosy cheeked on Christmas morning, scoffing chocolates and treats from father Christmas...

🍀but for now it's just you and him wrapped up snug and warm inside, sharing a little peace and tranquility before the chaos of Christmas

🍀Your stockings would be quite small, humble little things, but you'd have filled them with sweet little gifts, many of them handmade, for one another.

🍀You have carved bonnie a gorgeous new knife, it's engraved beautifully with little woodland vines along the handle. He's really pleased with it. And Bonnie has carved you something just as beautiful, a hair slide adorned with dried white flowers... It takes your breath away. Bonnie's gifts would be a mixture of practical and pretty....

🍀And because he has big dreams of wealth and riches Bonnie would have saved all the money from his boxing winnings to buy you something stunning and expensive... Something he definitely shouldn't have bought you! A necklace or a set of earrings made with your birthstone.

🍀 Bonnie would definitely get very broody and sentimental at Christmas, especially after a drink and having spent a lot of the day looking after some of the youngens. You'd be feeling the same too after watching him teach the younger lads to box, watching him dance with your younger sister around the fire and give her piggy backs when she's tired.

🍀And he'll want to dance with you too, there'll he no escaping him and you won't be able to keep the smile off your face when he's swaying you slowly to a softer Christmas song. He'd be singing it softly to you as you danced.

Isaiah

🐀 After a wild Christmas Eve you'd both be very tired and perhaps a little hungover... So you'd wake up tangled between the sheets together, sore heads and sleepy eyes... And that's where you'd stay for as long as possible.

🐀 you wouldn't have any Christmas commitments until it was time for Christmas dinner with Isaiah's father so you would drag the morning out in bed with a cup of tea, both of you feeling lazy...

🐀 When you finally wander downstairs you'd both be wearing Isaiah's pyjamas, him wearing the bottoms and you wearing the top. You'd sit together under a blanket to exchange gifts by the tree...

🐀 Deciding to cure your hangovers with another drink

🐀 luckily for you Isaiah has gifted you a cocktail shaker and set so you can mix up a cure for your Christmas morning hangover.

🐀 he's also bought you some truly gorgeous lingerie, red and lacy and he can't wait to see you in it later...

🐀 It would be quite a relaxed Christmas, you'd probably just about manage to be on time to Christmas Lunch, just about manage to look presentable and hide your hangovers from your parents.

🐀 Cheeky kisses under the mistletoe at every opportunity, you having to remind Isaiah to behave himself in front of your parents... He gets amusingly shy about having to wear a party hat on his head and take his turn in charades... He's actually blushing!!

🐀 You'd end up reengerised by the evening and you'd be back down the garrison come the night to meet with Finn and some of the other Peaky lads, music turned up loud, dancing and getting up to no good. Isaiah knows him and Finn will get a bollocking from Tommy when he comes back to the city but he doesn't care, anything to impress his girl.

Michael

☘️ With Michael Christmas morning is luxurious, it's slow and relaxing but it isn't low-key by any stretch of the imagination...

☘️ Tea and breakfast brought up to your room by the house keeper. The two of you eat breakfast in bed, sharing a peaceful good morning cuddle beneath fresh white sheets...

☘️ You go downstairs wrapped in your silk house coat and you exchange gifts beneath the tree, the fire burning in the place, the peaceful crackling of smouldering wood a tranquil soundtrack to your morning.

☘️ Michael has spoiled you, he's bought you a dress which is truly divine, a beautiful shade of jade green, you know he wants you to wear it today... He wants to show off his riches and also his girl... It's probably an attempt at making Tommy jealous... And you're determined to aid your man in whatever he desires so you make a note to do your make up perfectly, a little extra smoulder to your eyes shadow, a little extra rouge on your lips...

☘️ He's also tries to spoil you with the most modern, trend setting gifts... A state of the art gramophone, a home video camera which you're excited to use later to record the Shelby family Christmas.

☘️ Then you and Michael take a hot, steamy bath together, relaxing in eachothers arms, washing one anothers hair, closing your eyes and enjoying the peace, making the most of it before you have to visit the rest of the family at Arrow House...

☘️ Michaels a little begrudging about having to spend the day in Tommy's shadow so you do your best on Christmas morning to stroke his ego and give him the self esteem boost he needs to face his older cousin...

☘️ He's also paid for a trip to New York, he's been many time on business but he wants to take you with him and spoil you, show you Broadway and the skyscrapers which have stolen his heart.

☘️ Aunt Polly meets you at the door to arrow house and takes you under her wing, introducing you to everyone else and stealing you away with the women to drink whiskeys in the kitchen whilst the men play with the little ones who are running riot in the snow covered garden.

☘️ Michael has to rescue you from them because he catches them giving you the third degree, trying to work out if he's going to propose, trying to work out if you're pregnant.

☘️ if he was planning on proposing I think Michael is most likely to propose at Christmas.

Luca

🪽 Christmas starts at midnight when you're attending mass together, recieving communion, you resting your head on his shoulder as your lips move sleepily to the melody of another hymn.

🪽 Luca is never particularly impressed by mass in England, he always scowls and shakes his head, give you an earful on the way home about how the English are all uncultured heathens...

🪽 you just shake your head and smile, stroke his cheek as he's driving, place a cigarette between his lips and light it for him, you plant a kiss to his cheek to calm him and he settles down, remembering that it's Christmas... a happy day, a day of peace...

🪽 Luca has always found Christmas time to make him a little more romantic than usual and when he pulls up the car in the driveway he lifts you out of the car like a bride and carries you over the threshold as if it were the very first time. Smothers you in kisses as you make your way up to bed.

🪽In the morning when you wake it is to his low husky singing, an old hymn from his homeland which sounds all the more lovely for his lethargic tone. He strokes your hair from your face and brushes a kiss over your lips wishing his darling a merry christmas...

🪽 He lights your cigarette for you and you lie back against your plush set of pillows feeling like a princess, and you look radiant with the Christmas morning light streaming through the windows.

🪽 Luca can't resist you in the mornings and finds it impossible to keep his hands off you, slipping beneath the covers to wish you a merry Christmas in his own special way.

🪽 When the children wake they're full of excitement, bubbling over with Christmas spirit as they drag you and their Papà from your bed to go downstairs and open their gifts...

🪽 Now of course the children have been spoiled rotten as always, new toys and enough sweets to rot their teeth in under ten seconds... But you... You're Luca's Angelo, every gift he's given you is addressed to "cuore mio" (my heart) and every present is more beautiful than the last.

🪽 he spoils you with classy gifts, a string of pearls, a new gramophone and a collection of your most treasured records...

🪽 but his main gift to you plays towards Luca's dramatic tendencies, his need to show off and shower you in all the adoration his wallet can give... In the driveway with a red ribbon tied around the body is a flash sports car just for you.

🪽 "But... I can't... Drive..." "Not yet cuore mio, but don't worry, you'll have the best teacher..."

🪽 tickets to the opera and the most gorgeous black velvet dress for you to wear when he takes you into the city for an evening of luxury and music.

🪽 Luca dotes on you throughout the whole of the festive period, he dotes on you normally but in December and early January he really layers it on thick, all day Luca makes sure your every need is attended to... He is always the one to top up your wine glass, always planting little kisses to your hands and fingers, using any excuse to touch you...

🪽 Helps you get ready in your finery to greet your guests before dinner, Luca combs your hair and helps you into your dress, fastens the clasp of your necklace and can't resist peppering your neck in teasing kisses...

🪽 He doesn't mind playing host to his huge family, it's an excuse to show off after all, but he tires of social interaction quickly and you can see him growing impatient as the day draws on, you stop to massage his shoulders beneath the mistletoe and then you let your kiss linger on his lips, "not long now tesoro," you remind him, "then it'll be just me and you and the children, you'll have us all to yourself..." "Trust me cuore mio that moment can't come soon enough..."

🪽 When you try to pull away and return to the dining room Luca drags you back for one last kiss and really makes the most of the little moment of peace he gets to have with you.

Aberama

🥀 There was a time when Christmas was a particularly lonely time for Aberama, a time when he remembered all that he lost when he lost Bonnie's mother.. he used to find the winter season to be a harsh, cold, long and lonely winter...

🥀 but with you in his life things are finally beginning to thaw out, he has hope again for the first time in a long time. Your sweetness makes him feel warm despite the winter frost on the ground...

🥀 So now Christmas is a time when Aberama finds himself feeling grateful, more than anything else. He finds himself reflecting on his life and how much his family means to him, finds himself reflecting on you and all the joy and peace you've brought to his conflicted world.

🥀 His favourite part of winter is going on long walks through the frosty countryside with you tucked up in one of his big coats, seeing your little head poking out of a scarf he's wrapped tight around your neck to keep the chill at bay, your little rosy cheeks, is one of the prettiest sights he's blessed with amid the grey of December...

🥀 On Christmas morning he wakes up before you to prepare the fire and to start brewing tea and preparing breakfast... You're a little younger than him and he has a tendency to dote on you at the best of times, but on Christmas morning in particular you look so adorable, so at peace tucked away beneath the blankets that he can't bare to disturb you...

🥀 so you awake to a slight breeze tickling your cheeks, the sound of fire crackling, the hiss of the kettle coming to boil... And when you join Aberama by the fire you're still hazy with sleep. He opens his arms to welcome you into his embrace and lets you sit between his legs on the floor as he carries on attending to the fire.

🥀 As the camp slowly comes to life and everything gets busier he keeps you tucked away nice and close to him... With his own children grown up there's a little less chaos around his vardo and so you are both able to watch the festivities from a slight distance... You know it won't be long before you're swept up in it all however, you know it won't belong before one of the little ones comes running to show you their new toys...

🥀 and so you make the most of the peace whilst the children are distracted by their stockings to exchange your own gifts by the fire...

🥀Aberama is a practical and sentimental gift giver, he gives you a huge cosy woolen jumper, one to keep you snug and wrapped up in the cold months ahead, new boots for riding and accompanying him on those long rambles through the woodlands, he's also bought you a new pony, shes gorgeous and your heart swells with pride at the knowledge he'd have needed to pull a mean trick to get you a creature so beautiful, the thought you're worth that much to him almost brings you to tears.

🥀 Definitely takes a lot of pride in preparing the perfect Christmas feast and he keeps himself plenty busy in the morning with some of the other men and women preparing a fine spread for everyone to share... Definitely saves you the best carving of meat and the best looking potatoes.

🥀 Honestly despite the fact his children have grown and that even his youngest is an adult now, I thinn Christmas time makes Aberama a little broody, a little nostalgic for the days when his own little ones were running riot playing with their new toys... You might find he starts talking a little sentimentally when he's had too much wine, that when he's dancing with you by the fire in the evening he pulls you a little closer than usual...

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Can I request John and "Did you even miss me?" Congrats on 3.5k!

Thanks for sending this in, anon! I’m sorry it took me so long to write! Enjoy! :)

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Wasn’t Expecting You

John Shelby x Reader

Warnings: language

Word Count: 707

Summary: After being away for weeks, John decides to surprise his wife. She becomes so surprised by him that her reaction isn’t what he was expecting.

“You really don’t know how much longer they’ll be away for?” (Y/N) asked Ada as they both took their seats in the front room of (Y/N)’s home.

“I don’t,” Ada answered with a slight frown and a shake of her head. “Tommy never gives an exact timeline, and Arthur and John just follow along with it.”

“That explains why he won’t say anything when he calls me,” (Y/N) sighed, looking down at her lap.

“They’ll be home soon enough,” Ada assured her, her lips pursed in a tight smile, “and then they’ll become our problems again.”

(Y/N) giggled at the second half of her sister-in-law’s statement. She had to agree - things were much calmer when the boys were out of town.

“So…how have things been around here lately?” Ada asked once they were finished laughing.

“They’ve been grand. This place is finally starting to feel like a home,” (Y/N) answered, her smile wide as she looked around the room.

“Everything looks lovely,” Ada answered, her eyes focused on something behind (Y/N). The other woman just figured she was looking at some of the decorations behind her. She saw her smile widen just as someone else spoke out.

“I’ve brought the booze!” a third voice entered the conversation. Ada’s expression switched on a dime and she rolled her eyes at the statement.

(Y/N) didn’t get time to question it because someone had swooped in beside her to place a set of glasses down on the coffee table. She couldn’t make out much, just that the person was wearing a brown suit. Ada was also looking at her expectantly now. “I don’t think we needed booze…?” she hesitantly questioned, her brows furrowed.

Ada had to hold back her laughter. “Have you not noticed who that is?” she asked seconds later.

“Huh?” (Y/N) was confused now. Ada nodded her head at the person. So she turned to look up at him. “Oh…John?”

“Yeah, it’s me, love,” he answered, his usual cheshire cat-like grin present. “Not the welcome home I was expectin’ though…did you even miss me?”

Something clicked in (Y/N)’s mind as he was speaking. She jumped up from the couch as quickly as she could and threw her arms around his frame. “Of course I missed you! We were just talking about you coming home,” she said to him as she held onto his body tightly. A wide smile was present on her face when she pulled away. “I just…I looked quick and thought you were Finn or something,” she sheepishly explained her previous lack of excitement.

Her statement made John snort. “Finn? Now that’s a fuckin’ insult!” he exclaimed, his still present grin showing that he was teasing her.

“Oh shut up, John,” she jokingly huffed as she lightly smacked his shoulder. He sent her a tight lipped grin, one that she couldn’t hold up a straight face to. Her grin grew as she buried her face into his chest.

“No, darling, I wanna see that beautiful smile of yours,” he said, coaxing her to lift her head once more, “been too long since I’ve seen it.”

“Been too long since you’ve kissed me as well…” she trailed off, a knowing look in her eyes.

“You make a good point,” he agreed with her, tucking his fingers under her chin so that he could guide her lips to his. They shared a sweet kiss before a voice broke them apart.

“That’ll be my cue to go,” Ada announced, standing from her chair so that she could grab her things.

“Thanks for coming over, Ada,” (Y/N) smiled at the woman as she made her way to the door. The two ladies said their goodbyes before John got the attention of his wife again.

“You really thought I was Finn?” he asked her, his eyebrows raised.

“I didn’t think you’d be home so soon,” she defended herself.

“Yeah, but…Finn?” he emphasized his little brother’s name as mock-disgust filled his time.

“Oh shut up and kiss me again, will you?” she dismissed his question, taking hold of his cheeks then so that she could bring his lips to hers once more.

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MASTERLIST

Seamstress, Secretary, Sex-worker, Spy

John x female reader

Summary: You've been seen with John numerous times and now the Shelby family is getting suspicious. Who are you and what's your true relationship to John?

Author’s Note: This was requested by a lovely anon. Tysm for the idea! I hope you don't mind that I wrote them as headcanons. I haven't had much time for full fics recently.

Warnings: language, mention of smut

🌹The first time someone sees you with John you're collecting the laundry, a large basket at your hip piled high with all his unwashed shirts. "Have we got a new washerwoman in town, Charlie?" Curly asks, scratching his head as he sees you passing on the street.

"Don't look like any washerwoman I ever saw," Charlie says ogling you.

💌The second time, you're in the betting shop, nibbling on the end of a pencil as you think of a clever note to leave on John’s desk. Linda rolls her eyes as she complains, "Perfect, they've sent me another useless idiot who can't do simple maths." When you disappear, she assumes you quit. "Thanks be to Jesus for that," she mutters under her breath.

❤️ The third time your presence is much harder to miss, a sharp cry of pleasure erupting from the snug in the Garrison. "Has John got a whore in there?" Isaiah asked, turning to Finn with a wicked smirk. Their suspicions seemed to be confirmed when you left minutes later, money in hand and a smoldering kiss to send you on your way.

🌹 The mystery of your presence remains in the following days and soon Tommy becomes suspicious as well. “I knew he was spending too much time in Solomons’ territory,” he grumbles, pacing the floor of his office. “What if that dodgy fucker sent her here?"

"A spy?" Polly chuckles as she leans back in her chair.

"Why not use a pretty girl to turn his head?," Tommy reasoned with a huff of frustration. When she rolled her eyes in return he shouted, "Everyone knows John thinks with his cock!"

💌 The family meeting begins without John who appears twenty minutes late, stuffing his shirt into the back of his trousers. Running to the meeting from your arms is difficult enough, but now the entire family is boring holes into him, expecting an explanation. When they begin telling him of their suspicions, his mouth drops open.

"You being serious, Tom?" he asks. "All of you?" he looks around the room aghast. Slowly everyone nods. "Bloody hell..." his voice drops as removes his cap and drops into a chair crestfallen.

❤️ Polly begins to look worried, leaning forward at the table to ask, "John, if this girl is going to be trouble, we need to know."

"Always thinking the worst, ain't ya?" he answers bitterly. Then he shakes his head with a little laugh, which angers Arthur first.

"You fucking laughing at us? Finn and Isaiah saw you pay the little tart! What's that about, eh?" he grumbles, anger contorting his face.

"What the fuck did you call her?" John seethes, lunging for his brother. A scuffle breaks out between them which Tommy and Uncle Charlie have to stop before either of them can land a punch.

🌹 John straightens his clothes as he begins, "Yeah, she's my girl. But she ain't a whore and she ain't a spy for Alfie fucking Solomons either alright? Moved to Saltley two years ago with her mum. I had it checked out....'M not as stupid as everyone thinks." He sniffs and takes a look around the room to see disbelief still hanging in the air. "Why is that so hard for you to believe?"

Polly places a hand on his arm, "We're listening, go on."

💌John's eyes soften as he speaks of you. "She takes care of me, does the laundry and shopping, leaves me kind notes..." Eyes glazing slightly at the memory he turns to Arthur adding, "Sucks me dry, I swear to God. Yesterday I thought--"

"We believe you," Polly interjects with a firm nod. Turning to her other nephew she states, "Tommy, I think this item of business is closed."

❤️ You're invited to the next family dinner as a way to placate John, but also for the others to get to know you. When they do, they adore you instantly and John is rightfully vindicated. "Shouldn't have doubted me," John reminds them.

"I know. I was wrong to say you were only thinking with your cock," Tommy apologizes.

"No, I was thinking with me cock, but for once it was the right decision," John admits with a wink.

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*slides a crisp $20 bill across the table* peaky boys reaction to the reader that gets excited any time they see them, like they literally light up with excitement, even if they just saw them~

Hiiii sorry this took so long and i hope i manage to do it justice ♥️

Tommy

🌿 He's alarmed by it at first, almost thinks its a little silly... Suspicious is perhaps the right word? Tommy is used to people performing for him, pretending to be something they're not, acting the way they think he wants them to act... Usually because they want to get something from him.

🌿So yes, at first he is cynical, he doesnt believe for a second that you're really so pleased to see him... Usually when Tommy enters a room that room falls silent, people shiver, people's mouths run dry... conversations go unfinished... a shadow passes over all he passes by.

🌿 Unless you're in that room... if you're in that room everything is different, your eyes light up, your whole demeanour brightens, you practically jump out of your seat and rush to him... you clasp his hand in yours and practically drag him to your table desperate to tell him all about your day and hear all about his... it's like he's the sun in your sky and he doesn't know what to think, only that somehow someone must have put you up to it, or perhaps you yourself are playing a game of mistruth. Attempting to deceive him...

🌿 The thing is he can't work out any alterior motive, theres no reason as far as he can tell, that you would want to cosy up to him or flatter him like this... And if you did, well, he can't help but think you'd be smarter than to think squealing and throwing your arms around him every time you see him is the best way to go about that...

🌿 But he can't bring himself to believe you're innocent, that you're being genuine... he wants to, really desperately wishes he could join you on your apparently care free sunny side of life but he can't... it's not like he hasn't been burned before...

🌿 So he's stand offish with you at first, always telling you to settle down, smirking at you, he almost seems a little embarrassed about the attention you're throwing at him... which is unusual for him because it's not like he isn't used to women flirting with him.. perhaps it's that this isn't flirting in the way he's used to.

🌿 It's warmer, more innocent. There's no games being played, not the way he's used to... and he gets very irate about it, feels he has to nip whatever trick you're trying to play in the bud immediately.

🌿 So the next time you rush to him throwing your arms around him he snatches your wrist in his hand and drags you away, into a lonely room, he sacred you with his sudden temper, the angry way he traps you between him and the door, finger pointing accusingly in your face...

🌿"Right miss l/n whatever this is eh, whatever you're playing at it ends right now you hear me? Right now..." you don't know what to say to him, speechless with fear, eyes wide and filled with tears as you stare up at him in shock. "Wh...what are you..." you start stuttering, your heart thudding in your chest, your stomach heavy like it's filled with stones so sad and disappointed because you love him and it looks right now like he hates you...

🌿 "Don't give me that love, I know you want something so you can drop the act... Whatever you want right, you do what everyone else does, you book an appointment with Lizzie and you book your turn!"

🌿But the minute the cold words leave his mouth he regrets them, the way you resolve falters, the way your eyes brim with tears... Your whole demeanour changes, you shrink away from him, as if it hurts to touch him. You can't look him in the eyes and he wonders if perhaps that hurts too now. Because you don't just love wildly, you hurt wildly too and he's wounded you mortally with his icy words and his cynicism...

🌿He knows straight away that there was no act, that you'd been nothing but genuine from the start. That perhaps your actions might have seemed a little childish, but that ultimately there was no harm in them. Or in you. You are just a very sweet girl who, for some god only knows reason, really loved him...

🌿 "Fuck I'm sorry love..." he sighs reaching for your hand, deciding better of such a halfhearted gesture and instead engulfing you in a warm embrace, holding you tight and secure, rocking you side to side, eyes closed, savouring every second he had with you in his arms. When he kisses your hair he breaths in your scent, looks down at you with these deep apologetic eyes, "Sorry love, forget myself sometimes... Get so wrapped up in me own head that I forget who I'm dealin with sometimes..."

🌿 "Its been three days since I saw you last.. I just missed you Tommy, I'm sorry I won't..." you begin to tell him you won't do it again, about to apologise for everything but he cuts you off, finger to your lips all, "no, no don't do that, please don't tell me you won't do it again love, please don't think I don't enjoy seeing you smilin eh? You keep smilin whenever you feel like smilin eh love, promise me you'll do that for me?" he says kissing your cheek, your nose, all over your face as hes talking to you, holding your cheek in his palm, his eyes so serious when he looks into your eyes waiting for an answer...

🌿 You're so confused, ten seconds again he looked like he hated you and now he's holding your face in your hands, smothering you in feathered kisses.

🌿"But..." you start your little frown would be adorable if he didn't feel so guilty for putting it there in the first place..."but tommy I don't understand you just said..."

🌿"Never you mind what I just said eh, I was wrong... Doesn't happen often sweetheart but sometimes, perhaps.. I am wrong." He says stroking your cheek, brushing your tears away... Because now that he knows this isn't a trick, now that he knows he can trust you, that this is safe, he's relieved to let his guard down, relieved to trust you the way he's wanted to for some time, relieved he can finally kiss you, taste a little of that sunshine you seem abundant in.

🌿He will make you promise him that you'll forget what he told you, that you wont stop smiling, and when you do he'll kiss you quickly on the lips and pat your cheek, "very good angel, good girl."

🌿Because the truth is that his cynicism before was just a defense mechanism. He hasn't seen someone light up the way you do for him for such a long time and he didn't want to believe you could really be so excited to see him, because believing that fact meant accepting that you really do love him, that in many ways you depend on him, that there are plenty of opportunities to let you down.

🌿The way he sees it, if he can make you that happy he can also make you twice as sad and he's seen that now too, just now when he almost broke your heart...

🌿In truth he loves your sweet ways, the way you rush to hug him, to hold his face in your hands and kiss him, without a care for who may be watching. He loves to see the light in your eyes when your whole face glows with joy thats because of and intended just for him.

🌿 Tommy is for the most part, a difficult man to read, he's reserved, always calm, his poker face was mastered at birth... You on the other hand wear all your feelings on your sleeve. Even if you wanted to hide how you felt about something you're pretty sure you couldn't. Somewhere between you and tommy there should be balance, you should even one another out. That isn't what happens however. If anything the contrast makes the both of you seem more extreme. You look giddy and wild in comparison to Tommys quiet, still nature. He looks dead behind the eyes, ice cold and unfeeling in comparison to you.

🌿 But it works, ultimately you need someone calm and he needs someone like you to remind him that there are still happy people in the world. That he still brings someone joy and meaning in life.

🌿 He does kind of wish you'd develop some kind of poker face though because he knows it isnt good for people to see you behave so childish and naïve, it puts you at risk. Makes you look like an easy target. Someone as sweet and pure as you sticks out like a sore thumb in Small Heath and he knows that every other bad man, men like him, out there will see you as an opportunity. Because sweet girls like you are the hardest to ignore when they cry. They'd make you cry to get to him.

🌿But what can he say, theres so much dark in the world and not enough people know joy, someones gotta let the light in from time to time and its good that you do.

🌿So when you run and throw your arms around him, burying your face into his chest he will wrap his coat around you and hold you just as tight. He'll let you smother him in kisses and embarass him with your relentless affection and he'll just chuckle, kiss you back and, eventually say something like "settle down now love, you'll make our company jealous..." He's only teasing you, always lighthearted, he'll never make the mistake of being harsh with you again.

🌿But he will lower his head and whisper a reminder to you, that there are peolple watching, that sometimes its better to keep your feelings concealed.

🌿He won't stop you though. After that first time when he scared you, sapped the life from you with two short thoughtless sentences, he has made an effort never to try and reign you in like that again. You're his sunshine girl and that's the way he wants you to stay forever.

🌿 In fact your happy go lucky excitable nature makes him more determined to protect you from the world. He doesn't ever want you to lose that joy, never wants to see you tired or worn out or disappointed. He lives every day with one thought heavy on his mind - he has to keep the sun in the sky for you. Can't ever let you feel the rain.

🌿One day you pull away having smothered him in your usual affections in front of his brothers and Ada and when you see the faintest tint of pink in his cheeks you smile coyly, "my my tommy shelby do my eyes deceive me or is that a blush I see before me?"

Alfie

🐻 Alfie Solomons is a grumbling old eccentric, a tired out, miserable, sharp tongued misery old git and you... you the most lighthearted, melodramatic, delightful girl he has ever met...

🐻Doesn't know what you're so happy about but he knows he'd be a fool to suggest you wipe that giddy little smile off your lips... because that giddy little smile is the prettiest smile he's ever seen and knowing it's all for him makes him feel so hopeful.

🐻 The first time it happened - the gasp, the jump, the gleam in your eyes as you threw yourself into his arms - he was floored by the shock of it... He isn't used to positive attention from women at the best of times, especially not pretty young women like you... Even if you have been sweet on eachother for a little while, even if you have been seeing one another in secret for several weeks...

🐻 So when you saw him across the street at the market and let out a gasp, waving to him from across the road before darting in front of a cart to throw yourself into his arms he almost fell over, wasn't prepared, couldn't believe his eyes... Couldn't believe the speed at which you came barrelling towards him...

🐻You took him completely by surprise but he caught you, just about. The two of you nearly fell over in the bloody road but he caught you, his big arms closed around you, squeezing you just as tightly as you held onto him. He wrapped you up in one of his bear hugs and chuckled at your enthusiasm. He was confused but he wasn't going to pass up the opportunity to hold you nice and tight. To show off to the whole street that you were his girl and you were ecstatic to see him...

🐻 "Now," he chuckled, smiling into your hair as he cradled your head to his chest and pressed a kiss to your temple, "I'm wondering my little ziskeit, what exactly all that was about yeah... You coulda got yourself killed runnin into the road like that and forgive me poppet but I ain't entirely sure I understand what was so exciting to you that you forgot yeah, to use your street smarts yeah?"

🐻 "Sorry Alfie..." You shrugged his worries off so easily, that girlish smile on your lips unfailing, it was almost infuriating and yet, it was far too pretty for him to really get annoyed at you... So a peck on the lips is what you get for being so thoughtless, a "you're lucky you're so sweet y/n... Or I might get cross with you..."

🐻 He is always having to remind you he isn't as young and strong as he once was, that you've got to be careful with him, you've got to slow down... You've got to think of his old and failing body yeah, "I'm fallin apart ziskeit and all these theatrics yeah, they're speeding up the process so just... Take a breath right and settle down..." When he sees your simmering pout he softens again, drops the grumpy old man act and coos to you, "I know poppet I know, you're just happy to see me right... God knows why yeah, god knows why..."

🐻 He's always teasing you about your excitement, reckons it's cause you're young, tells you "not to worry ziskeit, you'll grow out of it..." But he hopes with his whole heart that he's wrong, that you never will lose this bubbling joy.

🐻 And though you think he's simply teasing you, playing that grumpy old man act, he really isn't... Deep down part of you knows he really does wonder why, doesn't understand why you love him the way you do, why you're always so happy to see him, why you don't mind showing the whole world how happy to see him you are...

🐻 And that makes you all the more stubborn to show him that love, to shower him in melodramatic affection every time you see him so that he can't ever forget or try to ignore the fact that whilst you might be his little ray of sunshine, he's the one who puts the sun in your sky.

🐻 He's the only one who can make you that happy, the only one who can spark that level of excitement in you, leave you all head in the clouds giddy whenever you see him but he's also the only one who's able to calm you, able to soothe your excitement and get you to settle down. Knows exactly how to talk to you to get you to come sit in his lap and enjoy a little peace and quiet with him.

🐻 There's this look he gives you when you're beaming at him across the room and he can see that you're bursting at the seams with excitement to be bundled up in his arms, it's this look which says "come here then," but which is stern enough to remind you not to run, remind you to be careful.

🐻 And when he squeezes you in one of his bear hugs and kisses your forehead he talks soft and low, so calmly to you that although he can't settle your ever fast beating heart he can slow those wild thoughts of you down just enough to see you let out a little sigh and nestle into his cosy embrace. "That's better ziskeit, you even remembered to check the road this time see, a good girl, that's what you are darlin..."

🐻 But he does think youre adorable when you get excited and he feels so proud that its him youre excited to see. Honestly it's hard to keep up his grumpy, cold-hearted mobster act with you around relentlessly brightening his day.

Arthur

🍂 Honestly he is completely baffled by you, he just can't get his head around it... what the hell are you so excited about? No one ever looks happy to see him... It really puzzles him and he spends days getting frustrated, trying to get to the bottom of it, asks his brothers whats "the matter" with you, asks his sister who just laughs at him, says "good god Arthur if you can't even get your head around that there really is no hope for you..."

🍂 When Ada does spell it out for him "she likes you you big idiot..." He blushes, gets even more confused and a little embarrassed... That isn't usually how girls show him they like him.. they're usually far more coy, they usually try that sophisticated flirting, they usually want him to buy their drinks and then fuck them senseless in the toilets...

🍂 Then he's flustered wondering if that's what you want him to do to him...

🍂 He'll go bright red and Ada will slap him because she knows exactly which pits his mind has wandered to... "For fuck sake Arthur if you used your head half as much as you use your cock you might not need me to spell these things out for you..."

🍂 The next time he sees you he's nervous, he can't stop wondering if you're going to do that thing you always do again? If you're going to make that noise... The little squeal of excitement you made last time, it was shortly followed by a skip, your eyes wild as you called out to him from across the room. That little giggle of glee when you waved to him and then appeared ever so suddenly by his side...

🍂 And when you do he's unnerved, he's paranoid... He wants his sister to be right but this is just so unusual for him... People are usually fucking terrified of him after all, he's nothing but Tommy Shelby's big brute, the rottweiler as he's often referred to.. how can a girl as blissful as you like him when she's heard the rumours about him... With his reputation how could anyone possible be giddy, head over heels happy to see him?

🍂 So he gets all in his head about it, starts thinking it's some kind of joke, perhaps his brothers or one of the lads set you up to this as a prank, perhaps someone is secretly trying to make a fool of him. The disappointment is tangible and he swallows a lump in his throat as he looks at you again, waving to him from across the room. Are you really playing a trick on him? Is this all to humiliate him?

🍂 When he turns away, hardly even smiles at you you're left confused and a little disappointed. Your heart sinks and you get up to join him at the bar where he's lined up three whiskeys.

🍂 "Are you upset about something Arth?" You ask, your touch on his arm sending sparks of hope through his heart, "you look all gloomy..."

"Aye that's me eh, gloomy... Not like you eh, a little ray of fuckin sunshine ain't ya..." he doesn't smile when he says it, in fact he almost sounds bitter and you bite your lip a little uncertain.

"I'm just.. happy to see you Arthur... I know it's only been a few hours but... Well I kissed you didn't I..." you admit.. you're not exactly embarrassed to admit it but you do feel a little silly now that you're spelling it out to him.

🍂 "Did... Did my..err.. did my brothers put you up to this or somet love?" He's feeling pretty embarrassed to ask it but he wants to know because if you are he wants to stop being teased and if you aren't well, he wants to kiss you actually.

🍂 And when he asks you laugh, your giggle lighting you up, lighting him up too when you shake your head and tell him not to be so daft, when you can't stop giggling at what a silly thought that is. "As if I'd want to help your brother's play a nasty trick on you you big idiot..."

🍂 He can't keep the grin off his face, lighting up immediately, his hands on your hips dragging you in close to him, holding you tight in his hands when he chuckles along and says "eh well in that case then," before planting a rather passionate kiss on your lips.

🍂 Arthur loves to layer the physical affection on thick, even in public, he adores how much you adore him, adores seeing you light up with excitement, adores seeing you happy... But what he adores most, and what he can't get his head around even now, is that it's him that makes you that happy. Him the monster, the rottweiler, that old brute... He's the person who makes you light up like the sun and the night sky all at once. He can't believe his luck.

🍂 He's a very full on, brash man and when you rush to him with excitement he matches your energy the two of you taking over a whole room with your adoration for one another. He really doesn't care about appearing "soft" he'll just sweep you off your feet, snog you to high heaven and dance you round the room...

🍂 Even if the last time he saw you was five minutes ago, the two of you still light up for one another.

John

🌼 John finds your melodrama highly entertaining. He loves to watch you light up whenever you see him. He's a very playful lover and he will match your energy 100%.

🌼 He won't even be taken back the first time it happens. You'll squeal and he'll see the joy in your eyes, one look at you and he'll know what you're going to do before you do it... so when you come running and jumping up into his arms he'll catch you and spin you round in a tight embrace.

🌼 Won't put you down but will keep you wrapped around him in his arms for as long as possible talking to you about your day and telling you all about his... well everything he can tell you.

🌼 However because you were always like this with one another it was very hard for you to tell your true feelings for one another. Your over affectionate friendship was often described by both of you as "like a brother/sister to me..." and so it took you both a long time to realise you were in love. When you did however because you were already so affectionate with one another you fell very easily into your new dynamic. The only difference being that now when you run and jump into his arms he meets you with a deep and affectionate kiss.

🌼 He absolutely adores your excitable nature, he's a big kid at heart and he loves that there's someone else in the world who is carefree and wild enough to wear their emotions on their sleeve the way that you do. His brothers warn him about you telling him to be careful, Tommy even suggests that a girl like you who throws her affections at people so wildly, is perhaps not necessarily loyal, but John defends you to the ends of the earth. And definitely comes close to hitting his brother for suggesting something so improper about you.

🌼 And so although it takes you awhile to win over his family, John trusts and adores you from the very first time he sees that wild ecstatic light sparkling in your eyes. He's always coming up with little nicknames for you, calling you his Little Firecracker, telling you you're like a bottle of champagne. He likes to call you fizzy because you're always bubbly and bouncy with excitement.

🌼 He actually takes a little while to work out that he's the cause of the excitement. Because he doesn't see you when you're not with him (obviously) so he just assumes that the way you are with him is the way you are all the time. When he finds out from Ada that she's never seen you act that way before with anyone, John gets the most smug and wide grin on his lips.

🌼 He's really proud of himself for being able to light you up like that, he thinks your smile is gorgeous so to be at the center of that... Well he can hardly keep that smug grin off his lips.

🌼 And then he won't stop teasing you about that fact, he'll catch you in his arms and then kiss your cheek and then he'll say something cheeky like, "so I heard a rumour flower, that you're never this excited to see anyone else... That true?"

🌼 But you're not exactly embarrassed about your feelings... If you were you would probably exercise some self restraint in public instead of squealing and jumping up to rush to him every time you saw him. So you just tease him back all, "duh John Shelby... You must be daft if you think this is how I treat all my friends... I'm almost offended... What do you take me for?" You'd ask until he was backtracking, actually blushing and apologising because of course he doesn't take you for that kind of girl... He was only trying to wind you up.

🌼 Still he won't stop teasing you and he loves to wind you up by mimicking your little squeal and the way that you flap your hands when you see him sometimes, he never teases you in a malicious way though and he's always quick to reassure you that he's only teasing, that he loves your little "noises"

🌼 You get to know the sound of his footsteps coming down the street or hallway and you're always waiting at the door for him ready to throw your arms around him. You look forward to seeing him everyday and on long days where he's been particularly busy and the two of you have been forced apart from one another for too long you both look forward to snatching the other up in your arms and talking their ear off, telling them all the things you've thought of and saved up in your head just for them.

🌼 And oh my god, where the kids are concerned... Your excitement + John's excitement fuels the children's and they're even more energetic and wild than usual. You make for one affectionate, untameable family...

🌼 One thing John is sure of is that he never wants to see you lose your sunshine streak and so he tries to keep all the darkness in his life as far away from you as possible. He never wants you to be worried for anything and keeps Peaky Business far away from you. He would protect you and the children and your innocence with his life, never wanting to see you lose your innocent, sunny disposition.

🌼 he also treasures the fact that in dark times he always has his ray of sunshine to look to, always has you with your glowing smile, you his little sunflower who thinks the world of him and is proud and content to depend on him... It does him the world of good to have your relentless optimistic kind of love, means he is never able to forget all the goodness in the world because you're always right there ready to push your way through a crowded room to throw yourself into his arms.

Bonnie

🍀 L o v e s it.

🍀 Bonnie wouldn't change you for the world. He thinks you're absolutely magical, the way you light up every time he meets your eyes across the room, the way you're completely unafraid to show how much you adore him, how you're head over heels giddy and in love with him.

🍀It makes him feel so special, makes him feel like he's the center of your whole universe and he is... you tell him that all the time.

🍀 At first he is certainly surprised by it... it's not that he doesn't believe himself to be worthy of your affection or your praise, it's that no one's ever been quite so confident in their adoration of him before... and well, he just wasn't expecting you to come barrelling across the room into his arms like a bloody cannonball...

🍀But your adoration makes him feel so special and he flourishes and thrives with all the attention you give him. So in fact he encourages it, he'll be the one calling out to you across the field, opening his arms for you to come running and jumping into them. He'll be the one sweeping you up off your feet and dancing you around.

🍀He's a very physically affectionate lad and he will take any excuse and opportunity to get his hands on you... Loves to let you tackle him with a hug only to pretend to be taken by surprise, to let the two of you go stumbling back and falling into the grass together, rolling around so that he can pin you down and kiss you, tickle you with your hands above your head.

🍀You're practically inseparable, you're always with him before and after a fight and Tommy Shelby finds it very frustrating that when he wants to talk tactics with his fighter, you're there hanging off Bonnie's arm, kissing his cheek or wrapped up in the lads arms whilst Tommy's trying to tell him how to throw the fight.

🍀You're his biggest cheerleader, shouting and cheering him on during matches.

🍀But wishes youf be a bit more careful about pushing your way through crowds of roudy men so that you can get backstage to see him.

🍀Obce he won a fight and the second the time bell rang you had lept to your feet, crossed into the ring and had thrown your arms around him squeelling delighted and excited into his neck. And he'd been exhausted and sore from the fight but he couldn't do anything but grin and hug you back pleased that everyone could see how excited his beautiful girl got to see him.

Isaiah

🐀 Put aside his charming nature, his brash flirtations for a moment and have a think if you ever saw this lad display actual joy/excitement/affection for anyone before... I think behind that flirtatious nature he's actually quite guarded, a little preoccupied with keeping up appearances...

🐀 So the first time he really experienced your heart on sleeve, flourishing affection, how lackadaisically you let the whole room know how happy you were to see him, he made the mistake of being too cool for you... he hardly even smiled at you, saluted you from across the room despite your beaming smile and how you'd waved him over... he just nodded to you, a small smirk and that deadpan salute.

🐀 It made your high spirits plummet like a stone. You didn't know what to make of it. You'd never been embarrassed to flaunt your feelings before but he made you feel like you should be... that public rejection, his standoffishness, how casual and cool he'd brushed you off, making you second guess whether hed really meant any of the sweet things he'd said to you when you were alone. Made you wonder if you were just another of his one night stands... someone he could forget now he'd conquered you.

🐀And the thing about you is that though you may show your affection and excitement freely, you might feel adoration to the extremes.. you don't let yourself grow wild and dramatic for just anyone. Once someones shunned you like that, once they've left your heart aching and your eyes teary, you don't give them the opportunity to do it again.

🐀 So the next time you see him in public you don't even look at him and when he comes to talk to you you act like you don't know him at all... so now he knows how you felt... now he's sorry and wondering what happened to his little ray of sunshine...

🐀 Too stupid to realise that it's his own cold actions that have lead you both to this moment and when he asks you what's the matter he seems genuinely concerned about you and you can't believe his foolishness. You say plain and simple, "so it's true what they say about you is it... there really is nothing between your ears..." he frowns, confused because a) he doesn't know what you're talking about, he's got a whole face between his ears duh... and b) he can tell that whatever you're implying is spiteful, that you're trying to hurt him.

🐀 "Do all your thinking with..." but when you say that he gets it, the penny drops and he finishes your sentence.

"With me cock..." he smirks but there's no light in his eyes and he begins to understand, realises he's going to have to do a lot of making up to you, a lot to convince you that you're more to him than just a casual fling.

🐀 "For fuck sake love," he sighs when he sees tears in your eyes because your wild emotions have finally gotten the better of you and you don't have the energy to keep this cold mask on. You're not a cold person, you're a person with so many feelings and you feel them in extremes.

🐀 "I was so happy to see you.." you sniffle thinking back to the moment he'd broken your heart with that, "stupid fuckin salute... I wanted a fuckin hug and you fuckin saluted me..."

When you say it he can't keep the smirk off his lips, can't help but chuckle because it sounds ridiculous... as in it makes him sound like a fucking idiot.

🐀 When your tears get thicker and you frown not understanding what's funny he raises his hands in surrender, "I'm laughing at myself mousy, laighin at myself for being such a fuckin idiot..."

🐀 He really does feel bad for having upset you like that, he had no idea how much his actions would effect you but he sees now that you really do wear your heart on your sleeve, that when you were smiling at waving at him it really was because you were that happy to see him.

🐀 So he promises you, he'll never salute you ever again. Takes your hand and kisses your palm, holds it there as he holds your gaze and says it again, "promise, I Isaiah Jesus will Never salute you ever again darlin, never..."

🐀 And though he does still get a little embarrassed from hard to time - because after all it's difficult to look like a hardened criminal when youve got the sweetest girl in the world hanging off your arm - Isaiah keeps his promise. He's never cold to you again.

🐀 He grows particularly fond of your over the top reactions to seeing him, grows to love the sound of your excited little squeak because he knows it means that any second now you'll come skipping into his arms and he'll have his beautiful girl by his side.

🐀He will definitely try to reign you in and pacify you will his cooler forms of affection in public. Not because he doesn't love you just the way you are, he does... he just knows he has a reputation to uphold and that if you're going to be his girl you have a reputation to uphold too. You can't appear too soft or his enemies will eat you alive and use you to get at him

🐀 So although he's never cold he will give you lots of little reminders to be calm, to be cool, lots of "not now darlin, settle down, come here sit in my lap" it gives him an excuse to get his hands on you and keep you close whilst still managing to look cool about it.

🐀 It doesn't half boost his ego and he definitely gets quite smug about it, if Bonnie, Michael o'r Finn try to tease him about how soft he's gone he can always just shrug his shoulders, "sounds like you're jealous lads... Just cause you've never made a lass make those kinda sounds..."

🐀 Has to admit that when he hears that happy little squeak you do, his mind wanders to other activities, can't help thinking about how cute your other noises might sound...

🐀 and when you're in private its a totally different story. Behind closed doors when he's not worried about what others will think of him, when he isn't trying to be the bad boy he will match your energy, he'll be sweeping you off your feet with all the passion in the world.

🐀 Definitely gets a kick out of mimicking your little squeal.

Michael

☘️ Michael was raised with manners, he was raised in a household which gave great weight to the ability to conduct oneself "properly" stiff upper lip, reserved... Women who wait to be addressed before speaking to their superiors etc..

☘️ That's nothing like you... In fact you're quite the opposite. You don't believe in withholding happiness, you don't believe in hiding your joy, your excitement. If someone makes you happy you should tell them, show them every opportunity you have..

☘️ And though Michael may be taken back by your somewhat unignorable adoration for him, there's nothing he can possibly say to change your ways. You love him and you're going to express that freely and sometimes even wildly...

☘️And this does get under his skin, he can't hide his awkwardness, the way you sometimes embarrass him in public when you get so excited you can't contain your delight in seeing him... When you walk into the bakery in the morning and he's there to collect something for his mum, you walk in behind him and as the doorbell rings he recognises your gasp, the squeal of delight...

☘️ he says a silent prayer everytime eyes rolled up to heaven hoping you won't be quite as loud, quite as dramatic as last time. But as always you throw your arms around him, nuzzle into him and squeeze him so tight... So quickly of course that he hasn't even had a chance to put his arms round you, he's just stood there like an awkward plank of wood in your embrace.

☘️ He thinks you make him look silly... Unprofessional, not to be taken seriously... He worries that people will start to get the impression he isn't as tough or as cold as his cousins. That he's an easy target...

☘️ Will absolutely tell you you need to calm down if you're in public, he'll be so stern about it too. He won't exactly shrug you off coldly and he won't dismiss you because that would make the whole thing look even worse, how rude it would be... it would make one impropper act all the more uncooth and embarrassing...

☘️ So he'll always welcome your affection but he won't match your energy, instead he'll wrap his arms around you, hold you tight but not squeezing you to death the way you are him, and when he kisses your cheek he'll speak quietly but commanding.

☘️ "Now now love calm down, don't cause a scene eh... you can tell me all about your day later eh... for now though eh just you hold my hand and keep that pretty little mouth of yours shut..." he'll kiss your hand and then keep a tight grip on you. It's his way of letting you be close to him, letting you feel a little affection in return whilst still remaining proper and polite in company.

☘️ but secretly he loves your dramati, romantic ways. Because that's all it really is isn't it, romantic? You're like one of those melodramatic french girl stereotypes, you can't simply hold your lovers hand, you must throw your arms around him, sigh like a Juliet, hold his face between your two hands and kiss him like you're breathing him in. Like his kisses give you life... And Michael loves that...

☘️ He loves feeling loved. Literally who doesn't.

☘️when he's had a shit day at work, when he feels like no one respects him, it feels so good to come home and have you hit him with all that affection and adoration. Having you waiting at the door ready to throw your arms around him...

☘️It makes him feel completely adored, gives him a purpose, makes him all the more determined always to return home to you every night...

☘️You wait in the window looking out for his arrival home and then you go running down the drive to meet him, shouting his name, your cheeks rosy flushed from your excitement as he stops at the edge of the path, opens his arms for you to jump up into them. It's his favourite part of the day because it makes him feel so special, so important.

☘️ Michaels a generally serious, slightly melancholic boy, there's often a shadow which hangs over him, be it the pressure of living up to the high expectations he has for himself, or the shadow left over from a turbulent upbringing, the traumas he went through as a boy... There's always some kind of weighty preoccupation on his mind but you, you're a little ray of sunshine in a dark and fucked up world and he adores you, you're the light breaking through the cracks and he's so grateful to have found you. Your excitement and your drama are precious to him, he wouldn't ever want you to lose those traits and so he's fiercely defensive of you..

☘️ once at a family meeting you arrived late, rushing to Michael's side, you hadn't seen him all day and were excited to see him so youd thrown your arms around him all "I missed you so much," and Tommy grew impatient. He snapped at you, said "Michael for fuck sake would you control your damn wife..."

☘️ you were of course shocked by Tommy's sudden temper but what shocked you more was there whereas Michael would usually put an arm around you and remind you to settle down, save the excitement until you were alone, this time he stood up, glared at his cousin across the table...

☘️ "Tommy you might be the head of this family but if you ever speak about my wife like that again I swear I will..."

☘️ And suddenly it's you linking your fingers with his tugging him back to you, whispering to him asking him to calm down...

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Everything I touch (Thomas Shelby x reader)

Request: Basically, enemies of Peaky Blinders attack me, then Tommy arrives at that moment to save me, he fights and wins but he is hurt. So I look after him and he makes a declaration of love to me, he has been very scared for me, and realizes that he loves me more than a friend....

Warnings: sad, angst

Disclaimer: I'm french and even if I'm learning English for eight fucking years, it's not perfect and I'm sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don't be too harsh, please. :)

+ it’s a request from my book “Imagines for dreamers” on Wattpad

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Small Heath wasn't the best district of Birmingham but you lived there since you were a kid and you knew half of its population. For many years, it was ruled by The Peaky Blinders, a fearsome gang. However, their members aren't what people imagined. To be honest, the first time you met their leader, Thomas, he seemed really cold, but with time you were surprised that he was kind. Kind and protective towards his family and his very closest friends. Lucky, you were one of them. The Shelby family was one of the best you knew, you couldn't lie about that, it's was very different from your family who always had been torn, burst like a nebula.

Every friday night, you had this habit to go to the Garrison and drink with your friends. At the same time, you saw Tommy with his brothers and used to skylark with John or Arthur. But that night, you didn't see Tommy, his brothers told you he was occupied.

"Probably occupied to fuck Lizzie or another whore, huh?" you whispered, shaking your head, which made John smirk and play with the toothpick between his lips.

"Jealous?" Arthur asked, putting an arm around your shoulder.

"No, if he catches the clap and his cock finish by unhooking itself from his crotch, it's his problem!" you replied coldly with a shrug.

John burst into laughter before he held you in his arms and ruffled your hair, making you groan ungracefully at the same time. Even if they were annoying the shit out of you, you couldn't help but laugh with them.

Even if Tommy was your best friend, you never understood his need to fuck every woman! It always had been the case before and after Grace. Why couldn't he stay with someone? The bastard was aware of his charm's powers and never failed to use them. Jealous, were you? It was stronger than you. With time, the leader of the Peaky Blinders became more than a friend, you started to really like him, then to develop feelings for him and those feelings grown and in the end, you fell in love.

A few hours later, you decided to come home, letting the brothers and your friends smiling, laughing and singing happily, all of them drunk. When you were younger, your parents always told you to be careful and never walk alone in the empty and dark streets of Small Heath, but  tonight you ignored that rule.

You heard a "flirting" and disgusting whistle towards you before hearing a man's voice, probably very drunk. "Hey beauty'! What ya doin' here by yourself at this hour?"

You decided to ignore him and continue on your way.

"Bitch! I'm talking to ya!"

Suddenly, your back hit the wall and the man pushed his hand around your throat, trying to choke you. You struggled against him, fearing for your life because you thought he wanted to kill you for some reasons, but when he slided his big and calloused hand under your skirt, you shuddered of disgust. You gave him a kick in the groin which had the effect to release you.

"HELP!" you screamed in the hope to draw the attention of a gentleman passing in the area.

"Shut up, Peaky's slut!" he grunted.

He punched you right in the jaw, making you whimper. You thought for an instant that nobody will come to your rescue, until the man fled against garbages. It was so dark, seeing the faces of the two men was difficult. You savior was extremely violent with the rapist, but you were glad he was there. You heard bones breaking, groans of pain and finally a gunshot. Then, the silence hovered. Afraid and curled up against the wall, you hardly dared to look at the man.

"Y/N... It's alright, he won't try to hurt you anymore." you recognized that voice, she belonged to Tommy.

Immediately, you stood up and took refuge in his arms, head resting against his torso. You weren't stupid, but close enough to the Shelby's to guess your attacker was clearly dead, shot in the head. When you drew back, still in shock, you kept your hands on him as a support. Some of your phalanges were humid and when you take a close look, you saw this warm red liquid you hated. Blood.

"Oh god, Thomas, you're hurt..." you murmured, wide eyes.

"That's nothing, I just need stitches. I'm not bleeding to death, love."

My heart missed a beat and I just nodded.

*

"If Tommy was hurt because of me, my role was to stitch him, right?" you thought. When you made sure your best friend was okay and didn't need anymore sutures points on his left flank and his arms because of that crazy man and his knife, you tried to not stare at his body. To be honest, you find it pretty hard. So you couldn't help and glance quickly.

"I'm so grateful you came, Tommy. I can't imagine what would have happened if you didn't..."

"Well... I probably would hate myself for a long time, but you'll never relive it. I'll make sure no fuckers touch you that way anymore, alright?" he replied, softly stroking my cheek.

When you looked into his icy blue eyes, contrasting with his dark lashes, you saw a glimmer that you were unable to name.

"Let me take care you."

"How..?" you whispered as he ran his digits in your hair and played with the strands.

"When Grace passed away, I never thought I could love someone else so deeply. You made me change my mind and I realised I was blind, you were under my eyes all this time and I pushed my feelings away. Everything I touch ends up breaking, maybe they're right when they call me the Devil, that's the reason. Loving you was condemning you. Ignoring those fucking feelings after Grace was to protect you. Yet, I failed and I'm sorry. And I'm lost because I don't want to break your heart or someone to hurt you because of me." he confessed, locking his gaze into yours.

Your heart felt like he was going to explode. Sadness, excitation, happiness and love took you by storm and there was nothing you could do. You loved him so much. You dared to kiss him and you were proud. He replied to the kiss, letting your lips discover each other before your tongue met his with passion and intensity. With ease, he placed his hands on your hips and made you sit on his lap. Breathless, you broke the kiss as slowly as you initiated it. Forehead against forehead, staring into his blue eyes and your nose coaxing his.

"Having my heart broken by you would be an honor, Thomas Shelby."

It was a dangerous game you were playing at, but you were willing to.

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Corey Cunningham

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Leon S. Kennedy

- Unexpected Boner

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- His young and bright light

- Australian girlfriend

- Caught in the office

- RE Boys x endometriosis!reader

- Sore loser

Chris Redfield

- Warm me up, Captain 

- Body heat

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Albert Wesker

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- Disorder

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- God Complex

- Covidead

- Annoying Wesker

- Family

- Albert Wesker as a father

- Privacy

- How Wesker decide the perfect mate

- Nsfw headcanon

- Wesker’s captive: part 1

- Seduction fails

➳ THE LAST OF US 

Joel Miller

- Your lucky star

- On his backseat

➳ MARVEL

Bucky Barnes

- Protection 

- Exquise Esquisse - Part 2

- Bucky as a dad

Loki

- Meow

- The melted popsicle

- The Asgardian whale dancing salsa

Peter Parker

- Blur

Steve Rogers

Natasha Romanoff

➳ PEAKY BLINDERS

Thomas Shelby

- Everything I touch

- Periods (part 2)

- Fading innocence

Alfie Solomons

- Periods

John Shelby

- Periods

- Perfect sexual partner

- Coward

Michael Gray

- Work of art

- Blow your brain

- Sex or more?

- Someone else better than him

- You grow up too fast

- Periods (part 2)

- The Clementine - Part 2 (finished)

➳ RIVERDALE

Sweet Pea

-  FP’s desk

➳ SUPERNATURAL

Dean Winchester

- We’re not super heroes

- Fuck you, Chuck

- Chicken Out

Sam Winchester

- We’re not super heroes

- Chicken Out

➳ ACTORS

Tom Hardy

Cillian Murphy

-  The wrong path

- Love war

Sebastian Stan

- The Little

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Jensen Ackles

Periods

Request: alfie solomons x reader imagines where reader is on her period? also one for john?

Warnings: none, periods are a normal thing.

Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for eight fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

***

Alfie Solomons:

➳ Him wanting you to stay in bed:

“Alfie, you know I can’t!” you sighed.          

“Well, I’m going to call your boss and he will fucking accept because he’s a good man, innit?” he said, spreading his arms for you to take refuge there while an amused smile stretched his plump lips

“No, because he’s afraid of Alfie Solomons and his dreadful Jewish gang.”

“That’s fantastic, you can rest whenever you want, pet.”

You shook your head, hopeless and complied to his wish if it reassured him…

➳ He asked Cyril to take care of you even if he’s just a dog…

“Look, I need you to watch over her when I’m not at home. Alright, mate?”

“Woof!”

“Yeah, of course, you will have your reward.”

➳ He was used to periods, thanks to his sisters. So, knowing you were on your period or that you stained the bed sheets, it has never disgusted or surprised him. He was cool with that.

➳ Sometimes, he asked advices to his sisters and his mother:

“So, what stops the pain, Ima?”

“Giving me grandchildren, Alfred. It works every time and for nine months.”

➳ Putting hot clothes on your stomach to ease with the cramps and telling your stories about his childhood to distract you from the pain. Then, he asked you about having children, joking about the fact you won’t bleed from your vagina during nine months, which led you to slap him on his shoulder.

➳ Baking your favorite pastries when he came back home because he knew how much you were greedy on your period, but also you always said he had golden hands.

John Shelby:

➳ “I’m dying John, I swear!” you yelled after he teased you about being a weak woman. Nope, this month Mother Nature was so harsh with you, that is was intolerable.

➳ You kept massaging your tummy to help with the cramps and you just wanted to sleep, whereas all the kids were shouting or fighting over something, as always. “JOHN FUCKING SHELBY solve your children problem or I will break your neck!” Yep, it was harsh, but you still loved his kids and he knew it.

➳ Even if he liked mocking you, when he saw you were in a really bad shape, he silenced the kids so that you could sleep without being disturbed.

➳ “Shit, I didn’t impregnate you this month!”

“And if you do, I will cut your balls and feed the dog with them.” You responded, curled on yourself. “Six children are already a lot. We don’t need more.”

“But we don’t have one together…” he murmured, dropping kisses on your neck.

Sure, you wanted kids, but you preferred to wait. So, you contented yourself with having your period.

(A/n: in this one, Esme died, not John. That’s why they are already six kids, not four.)

➳ John was literally a rabbit, not having sex for almost a week was hard for him, especially if you were physically close to him. So there were a lot of displays of affection at home, in bed, which led to jerk him off.

➳ Making him massage your ovaries to calm them, to ease your mood.

➳ “John..?” you called in the darkness of the night before you turned on the bedside light. “John, wake up!” you startled him and he looked at you with narrow eyes, not fully awake.

“What do you want eh? It’s 3 a.m.!”

“I want chocolate.”

“What?”

“I want chocolate!” you repeated.

“Can’t you move your ass to the kitchen?” he questioned, fixing his gaze on you.

“It was my nice request for you to move to change the sheets because I’m swimming in a pool of blood.” You explained with a smile, seeing him grimace.

“You still want the chocolate?” he asked nicely before he stole you a kiss.

Yeah, you had your way to soften that man.

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6) Feel free to ask age gap stories, I’m living for it! Aha

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8) Being polite is always a plus ;)

I’m not the kind of person to establish rules, except when I don’t have the choice. I need to explain myself, why I need to set up rules. I can seem stupid to say that, but I have been really busy lately and I always will. Firstly, I make my studies a priority. Besides studies, I write a lot. These are mostly novels (in French) and since I’m published author, I want to focus my efforts on my novels... I would like to live from my books but in France, it’s extremely difficult, so I have to work harder and harder. So, it takes a lot of my time. Not to mention that there are times when I really want to relax reading or watching movies and series instead of writing.

I hope you understand my choice,

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Perfect sexual partner - John Shelby

Pairing: John Shelby x reader

Warnings: age gap, smut, breeding kink

Request : Hello love! May a request an something with tommy or john u decide, where the innocent and shy reader is usually already very submissive, bu then somehow john or tommy find out that she has a breeding kink and then use it with her, also it would be awesome if there was an age gap between them thanks

Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for a long time, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. I haven’t written in English for almost a year. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

***

Dating John Shelby was something. This guy was insatiable, he had a pretty impressive sex drive, but you couldn't complain, you enjoyed sex. Of course, you weren't with him just for that, you also loved his personality! Besides, it was no wonder that John had so many kids! If you were usually more innocent and shy, that also reflected in bed. Submitted, you were, no doubt. If John told you to give him a blowjob, you would do it. If he told you to put in this or that position, you did it without questioning his word. Above all, you both loved doggy style. He dominated you as you liked him, but there was also that beastly side that attracted both of you.

Young, gaining experience thanks to your boyfriend, you gave him a lot of freedom. John’s kids ended up with Polly for the weekend, to celebrate your six months with your boyfriend. You had the house for both of you. Let’s say you’ve tried all the surfaces of the house before returning to the classic place : the bed.

On all fours, you find yourself at the mercy of this Shelby. Hands on your hips, the man pounded you from behind, on the bed. But sex, with John, wasn’t always serious... You liked to tease him, even if you were submissive.

"So, Grandpa, you have a lot of energy tonight!" you teased him with a big smile. It didn't take him more than a second to speed up the pace and your sighs of pleasure became real moans.

"Me? A Grandpa? Wait to see! " he growled in your ear.

Not that John was old, far from it, he was almost 35 years. But your age gap of 13 years could be felt and you liked to tease him on that, once in private, because you were too shy to do it in public.

Stung by your remark, John decided to make you regret your words. He picked up the pace and used all his knowledge about your body, your weaknesses, to get you as close to an orgasm as possible in a record time. And when he felt that you were reaching it, he stopped all movement and pulled out.

"John... No... Please..."

"Please, who?"

"Please, darling "

"No. Repeat after me "please, my young stallion".

You almost laughed, but you repeated his sentence word for word.

"I apologize for insulting you old people. Now I'm going to let you kiss me like the little prude that I am, ”he continued. Again, you do so by wagging your buttocks against his cock so that it picks up where you left off.

"I apologize for insulting you old people. Now I'm going to let you kiss me like the little prude that I am… ”

But it wasn’t over. Without knowing where it came from and why, you continued:

"And I want you to fill me with your cum to have your children..."

John's eyes widened and then, the frowned for a moment as you blushed visibly. A wave of excitement overwhelmed him. It was the first time he heard that! However, a smile stretched his lips and he penetrated you again. It didn't take long to catch up the same rhythm.

"John... I’m... I’m gonna..."

"That's it, scream my name, beg me to fill you!"

"John... please, oh please...! Make me full of your babies!"

Your pleas raised the temperature, the pleasure soared and suddenly, John felt his orgasm approaching. If he had gotten into the habit of pulling out in time, unlike with his ex-wife Martha, he would cum inside of you. He stayed inside of you a few minutes, then a stream of semen flowed from your pussy. You rushed to put the sperm back in your vagina, your cheeks flushed while your boyfriend's eyes were shining with mischief.

He had just found a very interesting new kink and he didn’t intend to abandon it so quickly... Far from it...

Basically, he also had a kink breeding but had never exploited it. He had finally found the perfect sexual partner. Oh, he was sure he would never get tired of you.

***

hey, anon! I did my best, so I hope you liked reading this! :)

Coward - John Shelby

Pairing: John Shelby x reader

Warnings: none

Request : Do you write AUs? If so can i request a john one where he has to tell the reader that they can't see eachother anymore because he doesn't like her, but it's actually because he is scared for her getting involved w his business, she reacts very badly and she moves out of the town, maybe they reunite again somehow? (it’s a modernAU)

Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for a long time, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. I haven’t written in English for almost a year. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

+ John is 27 in this story

***

John wasn’t the type of guy to text a girl to break with her or to tell her they couldn’t see each other anymore. He had always found it coward. At least, until the day he had no choice but to make such an announcement to Y/N. How? 'Or' What ? How could he do it without immediately regretting? Suddenly he had become a coward, he was afraid to say things in front of Y/N, not that she scared him, far from it. No, he didn't want her smile to disappear. He didn't want to see tears in her eyes. He didn’t want to hear her delicious voice insulting him. All he wanted was to keep a perfect image of the woman he loved.

So one evening, when he was in his bed, he grabbed his mobile phone and tapped on his touch screen. He rewrites the message over and over again, until he finds it suitable. When he clicked on "send," his heart sank. He was afraid that she would react very badly, he knew her bad temper. In reality, he hoped she would ignore him and move on, that was the best, he thought.

John - Y/N, I didn't want to send you this message. I wish I never got there and I need to get straight to the point. We can’t see each other anymore. I guess you kinda know why, I’ve already mentioned some things in the past and I only want to preserve you. Protect you. I hope you don't hold it against me and that you understand my choice. I wish you the best.

For her part, Y/N had just come out of a good shower where she had relaxed. She had only one desire: to watch a series on Netflix, until she fell asleep. It was the plan for a quiet Sunday night. In pajamas, damped hair, but brushed, she turned on her television. Suddenly, her mobile phone vibrated. She immediately grabbed the device, unlocked it, and glanced at the message. When her eyes scanned John's words, her heart sank and his hands began to tremble. She took a deep breath. She was tempted to answer him just "fuck you, asshole," but she changed her mind, it was sorely lacking in maturity. He had just jabbed at her in the heart and she was planning to give him a taste of his own medicine. She thought for a moment before typing her answer. A sharp answer, full of truth... Truth always hurts.

"Take that, John!” she mentally growled.

Y/N - If you didn't want to send this message, you shouldn't have written it first, don't you think? Preserve me? Protect me? Too late, I already have a foot in the quicksand, I know enough to be sucked into the lot of problems of the Peaky Blinders. You’re just a scared selfish man. A kid. I think that's it, you're just a scared nipper. But you know what? It's perfect, it would have permitted me not to invest myself more with someone like you. I hope you make it to day you're 28-year-old[1]

John's eyes widened when he read the answer. She had impaled his heart. Y/N was very angry with him, she wasted no time to block him on the few social media he used (under other names, etc.), as well as his mobile number. She wasted no time in dialing her mother's number. She would go at her home, she couldn't stay in the same city as the man she stayed for. Him, who had made her promise to stay, that he would watch over her... Bullshit!

Her decision was made and she wouldn’t go back on it, for a man who had made her lose several months of her life. Maybe she was exaggerating, maybe she already saw herself in an apartment with him, maybe she had imagined things. She saw red.

And even admit that he would like to get her back, he would have to break out the oars.

***

2 months later:

“Y/N! Someone knocks at the door! Can you go open, please?”

You sigh at your mother's request, drop your computer you were working on, and head for the front door of the house.

"Let’s hope it’s not another lost grandma!" You thought.

When you open the door, you’re speechless, paralyzed. In front of you, a tall blond with blue eyes stood, hands in the pockets of his jeans. You were about to close the door when he wedged his foot in the doorway to prevent it. You let out a loud sigh.

“Before you say anything, I know I screwed up. I realized it over the weeks. I'm terribly sorry.” He admitted, looking embarrassed.

“So what ? Do you think those simple words will redeem you? I want deeds.”

Simple and efficient. Nevertheless, John was ready to take on the challenge. His azure eyes sparkled as a smile stretched his lips.

What did you get into? You knew very well that this idiot would make you crack much faster than your pride would appreciate it.

But it was John Shelby. The gangster you loved.

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[1] Reference to Colors by Halsey

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A/N : hey anon! I’m sorry, I know it took me a long time to write this, but I hope you liked it ❤︎

Time After Time

requested × @paisholotus

I sighed moving around the room stepping over broken glass to get over to John passed out on our bed, my eyes glanced down at him before moving towards lizzy sleepy form. I nodded to myself before walking out of the room towards the hallway bathroom, I looked at myself in the mirror surprised that I was so calm about this all. I don't know if I'm tired from it or I haven't registered what I just saw, either way that doesn't stop me from stomping back in the room and throwing a bucket of water on them.

"Oi, what the fuck." John shouted waking up looking around confused, lizzy gasped in surpised sitting up in bed drenched in water.

"Get out." I said calmly looking at lizzy, she looked over at John before crossing her arms and giving me a distasteful look.

"If he wants me to leave I leave." She said with a smug smile, I stepped closer making her smile drop and back up.

"Johnathan tell your whore to get out, before I throw her out this fucking window." I kept my eyes trained on her, she looked scared looking between me and John.

"Fuck off, Lizzy." He says tired not even casting a glance at her as he looked through his draws, she looked shocked at John.

"You heard him Elizabeth fuck off back to the gutters you belong." I said waving my hand shooing her away as she picked up her clothes and rushed passed me.

"Where the kids?" He asked litting a cigarette, I turned back to him with a blank look.

"With Mrs.Stone." I held the metal bucket in my hand still contemplating if I should throw it at his head or not, he hummed staring at me with a look of knowledgment something I barely see anymore.

"20 minutes." I said.

"What."

"I been gone for 20 minutes and all I asked was for you to look after the childern...just for a little bit..." i rest my free hand against my forehead feeling a headache coming on.

"They were running amuck I couldn't control them, you should known better to leave them alone with me." He snapped back, I laughed covering my face before looking back at him.

"I was gone for 20 fucking minutes." I launched the bucket at him causing to duck as the bucket crashed through the window.

"Are you out of your fucking mind?" He shouted.

"You could have called anyone...your sister, polly, hell even fucking arthur." He ducked again as I threw a book resting on the vanity desk at him.

"For fuck sake–"

"But, NO you decided to get high and fuck lizzy fucking stark rather than watch your childern." He slammed me against the wall holding my wrist stopping from hitting him again.

"You need to calm the fuck down." He grits through his teeth his face red.

"Calm down!?!? Calm the fuck down!?!? How am I supposed to calm down when our daughter almost got hit by fucking car." I shouted at him, he looked taken back.

"W–W–What? Is she okay is she hurt?" I snatched my wrist out of his grip shoving pass him putting some distance between us.

"She's fine. I got her in time before the driver could could stop." I gulped remembering the fear that course through my body as I saw her run into the street after her ball, It felt like my world was about to shattered when I heard a car horned I was so grateful that I got there in time.

I felt a pair of hands squeezed my shoulder, "Baby, I'm so sorry I–" shrugged his hands off me.

"No, not this time. You can't apologize your way out of this you made your bed now fucking lay in it." I walked past him hearing him following behind me downstairs.

"What are you doing?" He asked as I gathered my bag from the couch, before turning to him.

"I may not be able to divorce you, but I can sure as hell get us away from you." I hissed turning towards the door, he pulled my arm causing me stop.

"Your not going anywhere neither are my kids." He growled.

"Call lizzie. I bet she be very happy to hear from you again." I stepped towards the front door turning the knob only for John to slam it back.

"Please..." he whispered wrapping his arms around my waist keeping from leaving, he rest his head on my shoulder pleading from not to leave him alone.

"I can't–I can't be here alone you know I can't please...I can't be left alone you know how me head play tricks." He begged hugging me from behind tighter, I couldn't resist leaning my body back against his warm skin. He left kisses on my neck and shoulder.

"...please...don't leave me." He whispered again, I closed my eyes trying to decide if I should stay or leave. I sighed deeply unwrapping his arms from around me, my original plan to leave sudden got thrown out knowing if I left John alone I might not like what I see when I come back.

"Go take a bath and change the sheets. I go get the kids and start on dinner" I sighed rubbing my eyebrow with the back of my hand, he gave me a small smile leaning in to kiss but dodge his lips as they landed on my cheek. I patted his bare chest leaving to receive the kids from the neighbors, they hurried out the old lady's house saying goodbye.

I picked up my baby girl as she sleep on the couch, i planted kissed on her face making her stir. I said my thank you's and goodbyes before heading back next door to deal with my little monsters, I walked in to found the boys and the girls in the living room either drawing or playing with their wooden cars. I locked the door and slide the bolt that the childern couldn't reach before walking up stairs to lay my baby down, I stayed with her for a moment before I left out thr room with the door wide open.

I peaked in my room to see the glass on the floor was gone and my bed covered with towels as steam came out of the bathroom, I walked down the stairs hearing the television from the living room. I sighed in relief knowing that would keep them busy until they realize its too quiet and start rasing hell, I walked around the kitchen grabbing ingredients as music plays from the radio.

I was almost finished mushing the potatos in the when I heard heavy footsteps come down the stairs, I set the bowel of bread down on the table before grabbing the pot of green beans and started scooping them onto our plates. I looked up to see John in a under shirt with suspender keeping his trousers up, he smiled at me taking a seat at the head of the table.

"Can you cut the meatloaf and separate them." I asked setting the meatloaf in front of him, he nodded making me walk out towards the living room.

"Mama." They complain at once as I shut off the tv set.

"Dinner's ready. If yall behave I let you have one more hour of tv and that's it." The all got up nodding heading towards the kitchen, I went up stairs to check on my little girl to found her just waking up.

"Hi, pudding. You hungry?" She yawned nodding rubbing her eyes, she blinked a couple of times before looking at me with her brown doe eyes. I smiled at her playing with her curls before kissing her brown skin.

"Ew, mama." She giggles as I kissed her chubby cheeks.

"Ew? You don't like mommy's kisses anymore." She shook her head as I picked her up off her bed and carried her out the room.

"Oh, man. I guess I have to find someone else to give my special kisses to now." I said sighing looking away from her in thought.

"...hmmm maybe baba would like my special kisses." I shrugged walking into the kitchen I walked over to her brother and sisters giving them a kiss on the head. Her brows furrowed in anger and her nose scrunched up.

"No." Her daughter snapped covering my mouth to stop me from giving out kisses.

"...mine special kisses." I laughed before giving her a couple kisses before setting her down down next to me.

"Dad?" John's oldest looks over at him in question.

"Yea."

"I was wondering if I can get a new bike, since Katie wants my old one." John swallowed his food and looked at me before looking at him.

"Yeah, sure. I take you tomorrow." John's son smile before going back eating his food.

"Can Katie and I get new dresses." John smiled shrugging.

"Sure. Maybe new shoes as well." Both girls smiled at each other excited about going new stuff.

"How about you, darling. Do you want something." He asked our daughter.

" I want a new doll." She says excited.

"Your wish is mine command." He smirked clapping his hands togther, I wanted to badly to go across this table and punch him.

"How about you, mama bear. How about a new set of diamond earrings." I gave him a tight smile before shaking my head.

"No, thank you. I'm fine." I says looking back down at my plate missing John's small frown, the phone ringed making him get up and answer it. I tried hearing him talk on the phone as the childern talk amount each other, after about a couple minutes of talking to whoever it was he hunged up.

He took a seat back glancing up at me for a quick second before continuing eating his meal, we all finally finished our dinner when I gave the childern pound cake for dessert. Katie and her brother watched over the younger ones as me and John clean the dishes.

"I'm going to leave soon. Tommy called a family meeting." I looked over at him with looked concerned.

"At this hour?" He nodded.

"He said it's important."

"Okay, do you know how long you be." He shake his head.

"Okay, I'll fix you a plate just in case you get hungry again." I said cleaning the last dish and heading over to the stove to make John a plate.

"Thank you." He said placing it on the counter.

"My offer still stands about the jewelry." I glanced at him with a look.

"I'm good, Johnny." He sighed moving closer towards me as I bumped into the counter near the sink as he pushed his body up against me.

"I'm really am sorry for what happened today." He said squeezing my waist.

"I know you are." which is why I know you do it again because you know I forgive you for you infidelity.

I leaned up kissing the corner of his mouth, "I love you." I whispered.

"I love you, too." He planted a kiss on my head, he grabbed his plate as I walked him towards the door, he gave a quick kiss on my cheek before heading towards his car.

Back Again

Requested by × @shyjellyfish1

John sat lumped in his chair as Thomas talked, his eyes bore around the room not really paying attention to his brother. His mind wondered to a memory that he been frequently visiting lately, one of his special memories of his sweet beauty.

John pulled his lover over to the ferris wheel, he looked over to see (y/n) glancing up at the wheel.

"What's wrong? Scared of heights." He grinned making (y/n) glare at him.

"Shut up, Jonathan." John scrowl at the mention of his full name, she knows how much he hates to be called it making it easy to get under his skin.

"Don't be lashing out on me, because you too much of a pussy–" She slapped the back of his head.

"Shut up. I'm not scared and I'm not a pussy." He glared at her rubbing his head as they took another step, she suddenly felt nauseous noticing they were almost to the front.

"I-I'm just a bit timorous." she gulp feeling a lump in her throat, John raised his eyebrow confused.

" Timorous?" she smiled faintly looking at him.

"A feeling of nervousness, fear, or lack of confidence." He looked awed nodding in understanding.

"Right, right, right." He says, John smirked glancing at (y/n) noticing his girlfriend was a bit at ease. One of the reason, (y/n) loved about John he could make her feel better without even trying.

"Next!" (y/n) felt her blood run cold as she glanced up at the wheel, john gave the tickets to the operator whispering something to him before turning to her and reaching for her hand.

"Hey, it's going to be alright. I'm right here." He whispered bringing her hand to his lips, she nodded before he helped her onto the car.

He slide right next to her as the operator closed the small door and locked the latched, John squeezed her hand caress her hand with his thumb. (Y/N) jolted moving closer to John making him smirk, she held his arm as the ride creaked.

"What was that?" She asked scared, he chuckled kissing her forehead.

"It's fine it just the machine, babe." She nodded quickly burying her face in his chest, they were on the top when the ride jerk to the stop causing (y/n) to looking around and look over the car.

"What the fuck just happend? Did this thing just break down?" She said freaking out, John chuckled with arm around her.

"It's fine, babe–."

"The fuck it is." She said looking down at the crowd forming.

"Babe. It's fine." He tried assuring her, the ride jerked again causing her to cling to him.

"oh my god, oh my god, oh my god." She repeated.

John looked over the car to see a crowd, before glancing at his girl.

" (Y/N). Your fine." He said again, (y/n)'s eyes were closed.

"If you say it's fine one more time I'm going to punch you in the fucking throat." She said through clenched teeth, she could hear him chuckled rubbing her back pulling her closer.

"It's beautiful tonight." He moved a strand of curl behind her ear making her open her eyes, she looked up starry night sky before looking over at John.

"Yeah, it is." She smiled up at him, he looked down at her with a smirk before leaning towards her pressing lips to hers.

John couldn't resist exploring her mouth tasting cotton candy and beer they had earlier, his hand squeezed her hips as his other hand went under her dress.

"Ever fucked on a ferris wheel before?" He mumbled against her lips, she moaned feeling his hand gazed her inner thigh.

"No, and I'm not gonna start today. " He pulled back face all red with a frown, (y/n) smiled pulling him back by his collar.

"But, I could do you one better for now." She purred, her hand rubbing his member through his pants causing him to moan and lean his head back making her kiss his neck.

The ride jerked again causing her to pull away and John to look annoyed, the wheel started moving again making people on the ride cheer. (Y/N) sighed in relief before looking over at John who wore a irritated look, she glanced at his pants as he shifted in his seat.

The wheel stopped making the operator open the door to the car, (y/n) stood not before feeling John's crotch against her back as they look for another ride to get on.

"You owe me a little something when we get back to the house." He whispered in her ear before tickling waist making her giggled.

"John? JOHN?" John looked up looking around the room before his eyes landed on Tommy.

"Wha." He looked boredly at Tommy making Arthur shook his head, well Tommy looked irrited at him.

"I said how are the numbers coming along." John sighed before telling him the rates and the money flowing through

"Alright." He said moving along to other business making John roll his eyes, after the meeting john went for a drive. He didn't feel like like going to the garrison for a drink or home for that matte, he wanted to be alone with his thoughts.

He was in London when he parked his car couple of blocks away from her shop, he would walk by it looking through the window trying to get a glimpse of her even for a second. It been couple of years since (y/n) left for paris for school that was two years before the war, after John got drafted he went looking for her when she stopped sending letters. He looked everywhere around her school and apartment she was staying with her roommates, and couldn't find her he believed she was died.

Until the war was over, a year later he found out that she somehow made it back to london. John wanted to go to her but he was different and he could tell that she was the same girl....the same beautiful woman he fall in love with and he didn't want to ruin that by coming back into her life.

He walked to her Cafè looking through the window and to see her counting money behind the cashier register, he hesitated for minute before walking through the door.

"I'll be right with you." I said hearing the bell ring, I finished counting the money and sitting it back in the register.

"Welcome to Heaven on Earth. The greatest bakery in West–" I stopped looking at John, he took off his cap.

"Hello, my love." John says walking closer to me, I stared stunned at him.

We stood there staring at each other for a moment before he spoke up again, "I know I should have come sooner, but I didn't want to intrude and–" I rushed around the counter and jumped into John's arm burning my face in his neck.

"shut up, dummy." I muttered feeling his arms wrapped around my waist, he kissed along my cheek before kissing my lips.

"I missed you." He mumbled against my lips.

"I missed you, too." He pulled away leaning his head against mines breathing heavy.

"I'm sorry...I'm so fucking sorry." John shook his head making me grab his face.

"You don't have to apologize, john. I understand why you did it..." he buried his head in my neck.

"I moved on...I was married...I had kids...fuck..." I could feel him shaking against my shoulder as he cries.

"I wish it was you...I wish they were yours."

"Oh, John. It's not like it's the end of the world, we have can do all of it." He looked at me.

"You still want to be with me?" I laughed nodding my head.

"There's nobody I rather be with than you. " He smiled pulling me in for another kiss.

"I love you so much."

"I love you too, johnny."

What it would be like on John's wedding day.

requested by × @angelluminary

• John and the reader had a small outside wedding, the sun was near setting as the reader was with her mother getting ready feeling  giddy as she dtared at herself in the mirror.

• John on the other was shitting bricks as he tries to calm his nerves, he glanced around seeing his children for once behaving themselves.

• As he stood away from everyone behind the tree, he took sips of alcohol to help making him a bit buzzed but not enough for him to be all over the place.

• "Hi, John." John coughed glancing behind to see lizzie stark staring at her.

• "Lizzie–Hey." He looked her up and down, before looking around for Polly or Ada.

• The reader knew that John and lizzie had a thing, and as much she love and trusted John. She didn't trust him enough to be left alone with lizzie, even though shes married to his brother.

• "Your looking nice." She smiled slyly walking closer to him, John knows he shouldn't be talking to her but the buzzed part of his brain that held some fond memories of them togther said otherwise.

• "Thank you. You look beautiful by the way." He says making lizzie blush, lizzie had her hand on John's chest as she moved closer to him as his hands landed in her waist.

• "Come here, you fool." Polly hissed coming out of nowhere grabbing John by the ear shoving passed lizzie, John groaned in pain as he was being dragged away by polly.

• "For fuck sake, pol. I wasn't doing anything." He glares at her as she stood him by the alter.

• "Not yet you werent I swear you and your brothers are just un fucking believable." She swears walking away before telling Ada to keep a eye on John.

• It didn't take long for polly to tell the reader what happened, and didn't take long for the reader to want to kill and bury lizzie and john.

• Against her mother wishes to call off the wedding, the reader kept her head high and walked down the aisle with her father.

• John was starstruck when he saw her come out with her long white gown, but  when he made eye contract with her he knows that polly told her about lizzie.

• The sudden feeling of dread filled his stomach as he stared warily at her, her face is calm but her eyes held blazing hellfire causing him to gulp.

• "You look gorgeous, my love." He whispered standing next to her, she glanced at him before at the priest again as he speaks.

• "Mmmhmm." John sighed defeated, only he pissed off his fiance soon to be wife on their wedding day.

• In a blink if an eye, the ceremony was over and the party was in full swing. The tension everyone felt didn't last long after they started to serve drinks, John was talking to some people when he heard his wife laughing.

• His face dropped seeing the reader laughing and dancing with bonnie gold, he watched as her smiled widen as he spin her around his arms.

• John glared clenching his jaw moving to grab the champagne bottle next to him to kill gold when tommy stopped him, and tried to calm him down.

• "Take a walk, John." Tommy said sternly patting his brother on the back, John had the bottle snatched out of his grip by his brother as he walked away still staring at them dancing.

• John angrily watched from his seat at the table with a cigarette between his fingers, lizzie sat next to him trying to get his attention but was ignored as he watched his wife have a good time.

• He perked up seeing the reader excused herself walking away from the dance floor, john got up midway of lizzie talking following his wife.

• The reader wondered around until stopping neat a tree far away from the party fixing her heel.

• "Shit! John you scared the hell out of–" the reader didn't finished as john kissed her, he had her up against the tree as his hand lift up her dress.

• "I shouldn't even let you touch me, after what pol told me." The reader whispered, John groaned in her neck as he felt how wet she was.

• "We were just talking, it meant nothing." He muffled in her neck kissing and biting her making her moan lowly, he could feel her squeezing around his fingers.

• "She means nothing to me." He moved a strand of hair put of her face peppering her with kisses, "Nothing," John unbuckled his trousers pushing them down to his thighs.

• The reader eyes rolled in the back of her head as he thrust into her, she digged her nails in his shoulder.

• "You so beautiful, fuck your so beautiful." He moaned, the reader arm went around his shoulder as he sped up.

• The reader opened her eyes hearing someone coming, she was about to warn John when she saw lizzie coming around and stopping in shock seeing the reader and John fucking.

• The reader moaned loudly moving her hips making John moan, "Right there, Johnny." She moaned loud enough for her to hear.

• "Fuck, I love you so much." The reader saw lizzie back away looking a bit embarrassed before walking away, she could feel John close making her biting his soft spot.

• John held her hips grunting empty his himself into her warm pussy, John kissed her cheek before pulling himself off her.

• "Where have you been hiding that move?" He chuckled pulling up his pants, his bride giggled shrugging.

• "I was saving it for our wedding night, but I had to remind you who you belong to..." he shook his head with a sly smile pulling her close, he buried his face in her hair before walking them back to the party.

• "Maybe I should flirt with lizzie more often, if it gets yout to act like that..." he joked, the reader glared at him.

• "Try it and I have bonnie throw your body in the cut." She smirked.

Loving

requested by × @bluesapphire2

The museum was half empty when (y/n) walked out of her office, she smiled at some of the guest as she headed towards the roaring 20s display that just opened up. She stop at the entrance of the exhibit feeling her phone vibrant in her back pocket.

"Hello, my love." She says continuing on inside and have a look see to make sure everything is in order.

"Hey, baby. I'm outside, are you ready?" John said sitting in his black rolls-royce cullinan just coming from work, (y/n) hummed jointing down something on her clip board as she looked at a picture.

"Not exactly. Hey, do you mind coming in I want to show you something." John furrowed his brows confused and curious before responding, he got out and headed up the stairs of the museum.

He adjust his suit jacket as he walked inside, he walked around seeing all the different arts and historical artifacts scattered everywhere.

"John." (Y/N) calls out making him smile and gaze at her, she looked beautiful her hair was twisted up half down and other half in a bun on her head. (Y/N) was dressed in black jeans and a white dress shirt with a loose tie around her collar, he came up to her pulling her into a kiss.

"What you wanted to show me?" He asked, (Y/N) was so dazed she almost forgot what she wanted to show him.

"Uhhhh, it's this picture I wanted to show in this new exhibit we just opened." She linked their hands togther pulling him to the display, she brought him over to a display with pictures.

"...recognize anyone?" She said watching look at the pictures, John stared and shrugged.

"Should I?" (Y/N) shoulders slumped as she leaned forward and pointed at a picture of three men.

"Uh, yeah. You and your brothers doppelgängers." John scoffed moving closer to get a better look before shaking his head.

"Those blokes don't look anything like me or tommy and arthur. Who are they anyways. " (Y/N) looked down before flipping theough some papers before finding the number.

"We don't have any of their names, but we do know that they called themselves the peaky blinders." John rolled his eyes before straighten up.

"Sounds like something Netflix would make into a movie."

"Or TV show." John laughed moving his arm around her shoulder pulling her in for another kissed.

They finally left the museum and headed home.

"Do we have everything for tonight?" (Y/N) asked staring at her phone as she answered some emails.

"The cupboard is stocked with all our favorite treats." John smiled looking at the road, (Y/N) nodded

"Good you don't want laila throwing a fit, when she doesn't have her jaffa cakes." John chuckled, as they pulled around the corner almost to come home.

(Y/N) was flicking through HBO Max trying to find a appropriate movie to watch, john and (Y/N)'s middle child walked in the living room pushing her glasses further her nose.

"I thought we decided to find a movie togther." Talia asked taking a seat at the end of the couch.

"Yeah, well I didn't want to spend the better half of a hour arguing so I'm picking the movie." She said taking a seat next to talia, (Y/N) finally picked a movie and waited for the others to get down stairs. Laila was the first to come down stairs and make her way next to her mother, (Y/N) turned her head over to the stairs hearing shouting coming from her oldest and husband.

"You can't tell me who I can and can not date, I'm 17 not a child." Imani shouted walking down stairs with her father hot on her tail, John was red in the face as he shouted back at her.

"The hell I can your leaving under my roof, eating my food, and texting your friends and loser boyfriend on the phone I paid for with my money." (Y/N) and the girls watched as the two shout at each other, (Y/N) would get involved but she learned to CIO with both of them.

Both John and Imani were two peas in the pod sharing the same traits of gutsy and charming, she knows that they tired themselves out and hug at the end.

"His not a loser–" she shouted back.

"He is a loser, and his a dead beat and..." he looked over at his wife and daughters, "his TWICE your age." He growled looking back at Imani.

"His twenty-three, calm down." She put her hand up making him clench his jaw getting more pissed.

"You know how about we postpone movie night until tomorrow, yeah?" (Y/N) said cutting through their argument.

"No, we're having movie night." John crossed his arms moving over to the couch, Imani moved her braids over her shoulder before crossing her arms.

"I'll passed...I'm not in the mood anymore." She said snarkly turning around and stalking back to her room.

"Imani! Get back here." (Y/N) stopped John from going after her, he looked over at her as she looked back at the girls.

"Why don't you head up to bed." The girls looked at each before walking passed their parents to their rooms, John shook his head heading over to the kitchen to fix himself a drink.

(Y/N) walked after him watching him gulp the first brown liquor down, before fixing himself another with a scrowl on his face.

"I'm telling you this now I'm not holding your hair tomorrow morning." John looked up giving her a look, before putting the bottle back in the cabinet.

John walked past (Y/N) to their share room leaving (Y/N) to put away all their snacks they had scattered on the coffee table, she shut off the lights and headed to her room to find John already in his boxers.

(Y/N) grabbed a scarf from her draw and wrapped it around her head, she slid into bed next to John as he looked at his tablet.

"It's kinda ironic how you giving Imani grief about the age difference between her and her boyfriend, when we started out the same." John didn't look up from his tablet when he spoke.

"That was different we were in love..." he looked over at her with a glint making her stare at him with smile, "They are not...she thinks she loves him." (Y/N) sighed.

"You know she's gonna keep dating him now just to piss you off, right?" John shrugged setting down his tablet on the night stand, (Y/N) watched as he laid down in bed facing her.

"Let's see how long that last when I stop paying her phone bill." (Y/N) let out a muffled laugh burying her face in the covers, John pulled (Y/N) closer kissing her on the nose.

"They grow up so fast don't they..." she whispered.

"Yes, they do. I hope the girls love me enough not to pull something like this..." He mumbled.

"Laila is still young and a daddy's girl so you still have that to hold on too," she sighs.

"...and talia is a bookworm who is wouldn't look twice at a guy for well so I think the cards are in your favor." She smiled.

"Yeah, true but y'know when they do realize it, maybe we can try again." John says gazing her flat stomach, (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

"That's the alcohol talking–"

"No, it's really not I'm serious. It be nice to have a baby around again."

"Boy for who? You didn't change not one dirty napkin," John chuckled.

"It be different this time, the business is booming I can start to work for home to help out." (Y/N) stared at him in thought, she was young when she had Imani and not a year later they had talia. John and his brothers were just getting their businesses off the ground during that time, and (Y/N) was in her last year of uni when she found out about Laila.

So, long hours and spending nights working made it hard for John to spend time with her and the girls, so maybe trying again and giving him a chance do the kids he couldn't do with the girls would be nice.

"I'll pray on it." She chuckled moving her arm under her pillow and closing her eyes, John had a twinkle in his eyes before scooting closer wrapping his arms around her.

A Not So Rude Awakening | John Shelby x Reader

Request: yes by anonymous

Pairing: John Shelby x reader

Summary: John and (Y/N) have been on a few dates and now he's asked her to stay the night. They spend a normal night in bed, but the morning after is not like (Y/N) thought it was going to be like.

Warnings: drinking

Word Count: 3897

A/N: this was such a sweet idea. Thanks so much for sending it, anon! I hope you enjoy! :)

Requests are CLOSED!

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John Shelby wasn't someone who (Y/N) expected to become the serious girlfriend of. She knew of him and his family and what they did, being that she lived in Small Heath for her entire life. So when he entered her family's bakery one day, she expected trouble. What she got was the complete opposite.

He asked to buy several scones, saying that he had a sweet tooth and was craving them. (Y/N) happily obliged with his request and got them packaged up for him to take. Then he asked her for her name. She giggled and told him that it was on the tag that was pinned to her apron.

"(Y/N)...'s a beautiful name," he commented after reading it, his words making her blush. He then asked her what she was doing later that night. Told her that he was planning on getting dinner and wanted to know if she wanted to join. She agreed, wanting to learn more about the real John Shelby. The one she'd just now got a glimpse of.

And boy did she find out more about him. That dinner turned into him waiting outside her bakery to walk her home each night, and that turned into him asking her to officially be his girlfriend just a few weeks after they first met.

(Y/N) spent a lot of time with John, but she never went over to his house. There was no particular reason as to why, they just never went to his area of the neighborhood. They preferred to go for walks, go to the Garrison, or get something to eat. It always impressed (Y/N) when John was offered something to eat on the house just because of who he was. It was in those moments where she remembered that she was the girlfriend of a Peaky Blinder, who were the most feared gang in the city. Because it didn't feel like that when she was with John.

It was getting late when (Y/N) exited the bakery to lock it up. Like clockwork, John pushed himself off of the side of the building and made his way over to her side. "Hello, darling," he greeted her with a smile, letting her finish locking the door before he leaned down and pecked her lips.

"Hi, John," she smiled up at him once they pulled away, "how was your day?"

"Was alright. Your's?" he asked her the same question.

"Not bad. Mrs. Evans finally came in for that cake, so I'm not gonna be able to give it to you," she told him, giggling as he let out an exaggerated sigh. “I'll just have to make you a special one instead," she offered him a consolation.

A grin was back on his face, "I'm gonna hold you to that, (Y/N)," he told her, dramatically wagging his finger at her. She only nodded, smiling up at him.

"Where're we going tonight?" she asked after they'd been walking for a few minutes.

"Would you want to come to my place?" he asked her, his eyebrows raised slightly as he waited to see how she'd respond to his question. "Maybe you could even spend the night...?" he added more onto statement before she could answer him. (Y/N)'s eyes widened at his offer. This would be a big step for them. Neither has been to the others house, and they certainly hadn't slept together before. Was she ready for this? John was sensing her hesitance and immediately went to damage control, "if you think it's too soon or that you don't feel comfortable with it, I totally get it. It's not my intention to make you feel uncomfortable."

She smiled slightly at his concern before she finally answered him, "oh no...I was just thinking that I don't have anything along with me that I can wear to sleep," she told him what had been on her mind, making him let out a long breath.

"Don't scare me like that, (Y/N)!" he jokingly exclaimed, knocking his shoulder with hers as they continued to walk. "So you'll come over?" he checked again after they'd walked a bit more.

"I'm still by your side, aren't I?" she jokingly quipped, making John chuckle and shake his head, rolling his eyes with a smile on his face.

"I'll take it as a yes," he grinned down at her, taking her hand and intertwining their fingers as they continued to walk to where he lived.

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"It isn't much," John commented as he opened the front door to his house.

"It's nice, John," she told him, a slight smile on her face as she gazed around the main living area. "Feels lived it," she said, her eyes catching the child-like drawings that were pinned up on the wall. She knew that he had younger siblings, so she just figured that it was from one of them.

"Oh it's well lived in alright," he nodded his head with a laugh, moving over to his cabinets as he started to look through them. "Did you eat?" he asked as he kept opening the drawers. "I don't have much. But I do have..." he paused, reaching into a cabinet then, "wine," he grinned as he produced it, holding the bottle out for her to see.

(Y/N) couldn't help but laugh. "I ate. Sandra brought some of the sandwiches she had extra of into the bakery today," she informed him, finally sitting her purse down on the couch that sat next to the fireplace. "But I will have some of the wine," she grinned and he nodded, a similar grin on his face. It was Friday night and she had just capped off a long week. She deserved to have some wine.

"We'll share some wine then," he stated, grabbing two mugs from the shelf before he moved over to where she was now sitting. He set them down on the coffee table before he sat next to her, opening the wine bottle and pouring some into each of the cup. He then handed her one before taking hold of his own. "To you spending the night," he grinned, clinking his glass with hers before they both took a drink from it.

"This is good, John," she stated once she tasted it, glancing over at the bottle to see what it was.

"I know. I stole it from the local eatery," he grinned, and (Y/N) couldn't tell if he was joking or not. He probably wasn't. He started to laugh at her expression. She just shook her head and smacked his shoulder, smiling as she took another sip from the glass. Stolen or not, she was going to enjoy it. "Anything interesting happen at work?" he asked after a few minutes had passed.

"No, not really. I just baked cookies and decorated cakes," she responded, shaking her head as she brought her feet up beside her on the couch. She surprisingly felt really relaxed at the moment, which was the exact opposite of what she thought she'd be feeling. It was almost like this wasn't the first time she'd been over his house.

"I'm sure you did that really well though."

"Oh, I hope I did," she smiled over at him, making him chuckle slightly before he grabbed her legs and brought her feet onto his lap. "How about you? Any exciting bets happen?" she flipped the question on him.

He shook his head slightly. "No. People pretty much put it on the horse we have the favors on. The races are fixed, so we know who's winnin' 'em," he told her, his hands dragging lazily along the fabric of her stockings. She sent him a confused look, so he decided to explain it better, "the horse we put the favors on is the opposite from the one we know is winning. The house gets all the money, the people, most times, leave with none."

(Y/N) only nodded as he spoke. She knew the nature of the business John's family ran. She was still coming to grips with it. The way John acted towards her helped greatly in her efforts though. She never had anyone treat her like he did.

The two stayed seated on the couch, talking about whatever came to their mind, as they slowly drank more of the wine. It had to be a few hours later when John suggested that they go to bed. He knew that she'd been at the bakery since early that morning. She surely had to be tired. And she was. She was just fighting off sleep because she wanted to spend more time with him.

"Do you want to go to bed?" he finally asked her, setting his empty mug back on the coffee table in front of him.

"Yeah. Sure," she nodded, moving her legs from his lap so that he could stand up. He stepped away from the couch and she followed him, walking two steps behind as they made their way upstairs and down to the end of the hall to what she guessed was his bedroom.

"I'll get ya some clothes. So you're not sleeping in that," he stated as he moved over to the dresser. He opened a few drawers and grabbed some articles of clothing before he moved back over to where (Y/N) was standing. "I hope these fit," he smiled at her as he handed over a pair of underwear and a cotton undershirt.

"I'll make it work," she smiled back at him as she took the clothing from his hands and held it in hers.

They just stood there then. (Y/N) was hesitant to go forward with getting undressed because, well to put it bluntly, they hadn't seen each other naked yet. John, on the other hand, obviously didn't pick up on her hesitancy, so he was just kind of standing there. No one spoke until (Y/N) inhaled a sharp breath, glancing around the room awkwardly. "I should probably leave the room...so you can get changed," he stated, scratching the skin behind his ear.

"Thank you, John," she smiled at him as he moved to exit the room. As soon as he was out, she stripped from her clothes and put on what he'd given her. John's clothes were a little baggy on her, but would work for the night. "John!" she called, the door opening a second after.

She watched as he reentered the room, his clothes now wadded in his hands as the only thing he was wearing was his boxers. "Figured I'd save some time and undress out there," he commented, dropping his dirty clothes in the corner. There were no other clothes there, so (Y/N) guessed that he either did his laundry daily, or had someone who did it for him.

"You're sleeping in that?" she asked him, clearly not thinking about her words before she said them because why did that even need to be asked?

"Yeah," he shrugged, taking a step towards the bed before he stopped and looked at her, "unless you'd want me to wear something else."

"Oh no. What you're wearing is fine," she brushed his statement off, "I really didn't think of what I was saying before I said it," she abashed then, her cheeks heating up slightly.

John only nodded, "oh. Well, ok then," he shrugged once more before moving over to the bed. "Care to join?" he questioned with a grin, and (Y/N) wasted no time climbing into the bed with him.

Immediately, he had her curled up in his arms, her legs moving to tangle with his. "Why haven't I slept here with you before?" she questioned, resting her head against his chest as she peered up at him, "like I already know that this is the best sleep I'm going to have."

"Had I known, I would have offered sooner," John replied, leaning down to press his lips to hers. His hold on her tightened as their lips stayed meshed together, her hand reaching up to rest along his jawline. Deciding to deepen the kiss, she somehow managed to move in his arms so that more of her body was pressed against his.

At this point, her mind was telling her one thing, but her body was reacting in a different way. She wanted nothing more than to take this further with him, but at the same time, she'd only know him for a few weeks. It wasn't her intention to have sex with him the first time she slept over. So her mind won, and she pulled away to hover over him slightly. "I'm sorry...I need to stop, John," she told him, trying to steady her breathing as she looked down at him.

"I'd of asked you to stay over way sooner if I knew I was going to get that," he grinned up at her, making her laugh and roll her eyes jokingly before she fell back into his side. "I understand though, love. I'm fine with waiting," he told her after a few moments of silence.

Her heart swelled at his words, and she couldn't help but prop herself up on her elbow so that she could look at him once more. "Thank you, John," she smiled, pressing her lips to his once more before she laid back down, getting comfortable curled against his side. His one arm wrapped around her, his hand moving languidly along her upper arm. "I think I might go to sleep now," she whispered, stiffling a yawn as she spoke.

John chuckled slightly at her sleepy words. "Go 'head, darling," he whispered back to her, and the last thing she felt before slipping into sleep was his lips pressed to her forehead.

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The room had just been lit up by the morning sun when (Y/N) awoke to the feeling of a person, or maybe actually people, jumping on her. "John," she grumbled, believing that this was her boyfriend's doing. She found it quite odd that'd he'd choose this manner of waking her up, but at the same time knew to expect anything with him. Except he wasn't responding to her. "John, please stop," she groaned again, her eyes not open yet.

"Dad's not here," came a voice that was definitely not John's.

"Yeah. But who are you?" then there was another child speaking, which explains the feeling of multiple people jumping on her. But why were there children in the room? Was she dreaming at the moment?

Slowly, she opened her eyes to see four smaller children peering down at her. Their jumping had seized and now they were staring down at her with looks of surprise and confusion. "Hi..." (Y/N) trailed off, also completely confused at the moment. Why are there children in the room?

"You're not our daddy," the youngest looking one of the bunch pointed out the obvious, "where's our daddy?" she scowled at (Y/N), crossing her arms over her chest.

"I'm wondering the same thing, honey," (Y/N) responded, trying to wrap her head around all of this. She assumed at this point that John had to be their father because they'd been referring to him as 'dad' since she woke up. Hell, they thought they were coming in to wake him up. And now they were met with some random lady.

Then one of the older one's eyes widened. "Wait a second...I think our dad talks about you," she said in realization, looking at each of her siblings as she spoke.

"Yeah! You're the pretty girl daddy tells us about!" another spoke up, realization flashing in his eyes as well. (Y/N)'s eyes widened. She didn't think that John'd be telling his family about her so early on.

"She must be!" the smaller girl exclaimed. "Do you have a name, Miss pretty lady?" she asked then, her question coming out of nowhere.

"My name is (Y/N)," she told the children, figuring what could it hurt. Well, what it could do is open up the floodgates of questions. But (Y/N) didn't know that until she was done speaking.

“Where are you from?!”

“What do you like to eat?!”

“How did you meet our dad?”

“Why do you think our uncle Tommy wears a different color underwear? We’ve asked him before and he says he doesn’t but dad says he does and we just don’t know why.”

So the first three were going to be easy, but that last one...she didn’t even think that the child knew where that one came from. (Y/N) took a deep breath, deciding that she’d go right down the line and answer them. The kids were all looking at her expectantly as she began to speak: “I’m also from Small Heath, although I don’t live close to here. I like to eat a lot of things, but chicken soup probably has to be my favorite. I met your dad when he came into where I work and asked me what my name was, and I...don’t really know how to answer that last question,” she ended her spiel with a little chuckle, looking at the youngest of the kids; the one who’d asked the final question.

The little girl shrugged. “That’s ok. We just thought that maybe you knew.”

“Which cat do you think is the fattest one out of all of them over at the bakery?” was the next question that was asked.

Before (Y/N) could answer, one of the other kids spoke up, “I think it’s Fivel. He’s always laying around and he doesn’t move much.”

(Y/N) just about gasped. Fivel had practically became ‘her’ cat after she started feeding him from the first day he showed up outside the bakery. He only ever came to her. "Hey! I don't think Fivel's fat...he's just the right size," she defended her feline friend, crossing her arms over her chest with a slight pout on her face.

"You work at the bakery?" the oldest of the kids questioned, wondering if that was why she knew who Fivel was.

"Yes, I do," (Y/N) nodded her head.

"Our daddy gets us treats from there a lot! They're always so yummy!" one of the younger ones cheered, a wide smile on her face.

"He only brings us treats from there so much because he goes to see the pretty lady that works there," one who was older stated matter-of-factly, making (Y/N) blush.

"You're the pretty lady!" the small girl exclaimed, pointing in (Y/N)’s direction. The older woman’s blush intensified. “Our daddy really likes you,” she stated then.

Almost immediately, one of the older siblings was smacking her shoulder, “dad said we weren’t supposed to tell!”

“Oops,” was all the little girl said, looking down at her legs bashfully.

John Shelby was entering the house from the early morning errand that his brother wanted him to run. He really hoped that (Y/N) was still here. He didn’t expect to be going out that morning. Arthur was down below screaming his name at six, and he wasn’t letting up until John came down. He quietly ascended the stairs and walked down the hall to his room. He hesitated in opening the door though because he was able to hear voices from inside. Children’s voices. Getting on with opening it, he found (Y/N) surrounded by his four children. He should’ve known that they’d come in here looking for him. They woke him up like this every morning.

What he didn’t expect was to see (Y/N) smiling. Most women would be appalled by the sight of for young kids jumping on them at the early hour of seven in the morning, but (Y/N) was smiling. John knew then that he had to keep (Y/N) in his life for as long as he could.

“Daddy! You’re back!” his youngest daughter, Janie, exclaimed once she noticed that he was in the room. All of a sudden, the four children were scrambling off the bed to hug their father.

“Hello! Yes, I’m back,” he greeted his kids with a smile as he patted each of their backs. “Thanks for keeping (Y/N) company for me,” he said then as he grinned over at the woman who was watching him with a smile.

“You were right, daddy. She is a lovely lady,” Katie smiled up at him, which made (Y/N)’s heart swell. It seemed like she was the oldest out of the group, so it was good to know that she had her approval.

“She is,” John agreed with his daughter, still smiling over at (Y/N). “Why don’t you all get ready for the day?” he suggested, and the kids all nodded their heads before they filed out of the bedroom. John sent (Y/N) a sheepish smile before he moved over to the bed and sat on the side of it. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here when you woke up.”

“That’s alright. I got a very lovely wake up from them,” she responded with a forgiving smile. “Why didn’t you tell me you have kids, John?” she asked him then. She wasn’t mad at him. She was moreso confused as to why he left such a big chunk of his life out of their relationship.

He sighed before looking at his lap. “Most women around here hit the road after I tell ‘em I’ve got four kids. I didn’t expect to be dating again, to be honest, but me first wife died from illness, so I had to,” he told her the truth, feeling no point in hiding it.

“I’m sorry to hear that, John,” she laid a comforting hand on top of his. “And if it grants any solace to you, I don’t plan on hitting the road now that I know this,” she smiled at him then.

“Really?” his eyes lit up as he heard what she had to say.

“Yes, really,” she nodded, laughing slightly at his overjoyed expression. “They were super adorable. Just like their father,” she smiled, leaning over to run her hand down his cheek.

“Well I’m happy you think that,” he stated before he leaned closer to her, “because I wasn’t going to be letting you go so easy. I think I’m in love with you, (Y/N),” he admitted, making (Y/N)’s heart flutter.

“I think I’m in love with you, too, John,” she whispered before she closed the space between them at matched her lips with his. “Oh, John...” she stated once they’d pulled away slightly.

“Hmm?” he asked, his lips brushing against hers as he spoke.

“I think I’m gonna be staying over at your house more often now. I’m going to really enjoy spending time with your kids,” she pulled away more to smile at him, looking into his eyes.

“I’m perfectly fine with that, darling,” he grinned, leaning in for another kiss before he continued, “just so long as me kids don’t steal you away from me completely.”

“I don’t think they will,” she assured him, her heart feeling completely full at the moment. Most women would run away from a dating situation when they found out that kids were involved, but for (Y/N), it just made things better.

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Tagged: @alreadybroken-ts @magicalxdaydream @the-anxious-youth @look-at-the-soul

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unexpected luck?

Summary: Your parents kick you out after they find out you are pregnant. Pregnant by a Shelby. But even John does not react to the news as you would have liked.

John Shelby x reader.

Words: 2784

Warnings: None, correct me if I´m wrong

English is not my mother tongue, so forgive me for mistakes.

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Your whole body is shaking, the strict glance of your mother burn under your skin. 

,,Who is it?” she asks with an angry voice, but you only shake your head. You couldn't answer. It only would make them angrier.

Your fathers fist hits the table. ,,Tell me! What's his name? Who got you pregnant? Or do you not even know? "

,,Shelby.” you whisper, tears running out of your eyes. 

,,You get yourself knock up by one of this fucking gypsies! I never trought that you are that dump.” your mother cursed. 

,,Get out. Ge out of my house! You brought shame on this family. I never want to see you again. After today, I no longer have a daughter.” your father say with a calm voice, and you know, when his voice has this tone you doesn´t argue. You just did what he said. So you grap your coat and run out of your house. The cold air hits you wet cheecks, tears still running out of your eyes. You run trought the dark streets, your lungs burn but you don´t stop until you stand vor Pollys door. It´s the only place you could go. You knock a few times at the door and it tooks a moment for Polly to open her door. She only wears her nightgrown, worry all written over her face. As she sees you she realxes for a second, than she saw your terars. ,,Y/N, what happend?” she asks and drag you inside in the warm house. You sad yourself in the kitchentabel still crying, Polly sits beside you strokes your back and remains silent. She waits for you to start speaking. . ,,My parents throw me out.” you said after a moment. 

,,Why?” 

You know she already knows, you saw it in her face yesterday, after John makes fun of you for sleeping the whole day and still being tried. Last week you ask her if she ha cherries in the house. Polly knows normally you hate cherries. You knows it since a few weeks, but hasn´t told John. Because you are arfraid of his reaction. He was only 17 Years old, you even a year younger. No one of you was able to look after a child. 

,,I told them that I am pregnant.” you whisper. Polly takes a deep breath and than she smiled warmly. 

,,What wonderfull news.” she said, you know she lied, its not. Times were hard and it doesn´t get better when you bring another mouth to feed at her table. But Polly knows that you need someone to reacts with joy. 

,,Have you told John?” she asks, don´t doubt for a second that he is the father. You two were dating for almost 1 Year now and both of you are head over heels in love. John doesn´t even mind that you can´t bee seen in public together, he understands that your parents would send you to your aunt in London in the second they will find out that you are dating a Shelby. Your parents hate the Shelbys, because of their not so legal business and because their are Gypsies. For your parents their were a plague, but you doesn´t mind. You fell in love with John in the second you meet him. You has a project at school with Ada, so she took you to her place and after a few minutes her brothers came through the door. Laughing and chase eachother through the small kitchen, of course the tea Ada hat place at the tabel spills all over you. John laughts at you and his blue eyeas sparkled in the light. In that moment you lost your heart to him. 

,,No.” you answerd. ,,I am to afraid. What if he insists that I get it taken away? I don't know if I can do that.” 

,,Should he do that, I'll take my kitchen knife and cut off his fucking cock” 

You can't help but laugh softly. Polly wipes the tears from your face. “Go to sleep now, it's late. And if you want we can tell him together tomorrow. Okay?"

,,Okay. Thank you Polly. " She gives you a warm smile and then sends you upstairs. You quietly open John's room door, his loud snoring sounds in your ears. You drop your coat on the floor and slip off your dress. Only in underwear you climb into the warm bed. When you snuggle up to his side he wakes up, immediately his arms close around you and he presses a kiss on your forehead. ,, Y / N. What are you doing here? ”He asks in a sleepy voice.

“I'll explain it to you tomorrow. I'm too tired to talk right now. "

John gently strokes your arms and pulls you closer to his warm chest. ,,Okay.“ He's too tired to worry about why you sneak into his bed in the middle of the night and it's too dark for him to see the tears on your face. He kisses you and crosses his legs with yours, he wants you to be as close as possible to him. You listen to his calm breath and his heart. The rhythmic beating of his heart and the familiar smell quickly lull you into a dreamless sleep.

 You wake up before the sun really comes up. John is peacefully sleeping next to you. And even if you are emotionally and physically exhausted, you cannot lie down. Carefully you free yourself from Johns embrace and climb out of bed. You put your dress back on and sneak down the stairs. Tommy is sitting in the kitchen with a cup of tea and the newspaper. A cigarette hangs in the corner of his mouth, the smell of the smoke makes you sick for a moment.

"Good morning Tommy."

,,Good morning Y / N. What are you doing here? Didn't even know you slept here. It was suspiciously quiet for you to be there. "

"Shut up, Shelby." Those nights got you into this shitty situation in the first place, or the afternoons by the river, or the evenings in the back alley next to the Garrison. You don't even know how long you've been pregnant. 5 weeks? Maybe 6? Or longer? You take a cup of tea and fill Tommy's cup again. Then you let yourself fall on the kitchen table. Tommy's gaze attentive is to you. You haven't looked in the mirror, but you're sure that you look like a mess.

"Are you okay?"

"No." You shake your head and take a sip of tea. Before Tommy can ask any further questions, John comes down the stairs into the kitchen.

"I thought I had dreamed that you were here when you weren't lying next to me this morning." He says, he sounds happy and you'd like to start crying right away. He puts a kiss on your lips and lights up on one of Tommy's cigarettes. Polly walks into the room and gives you an encouraging smile. "Slept well?" She asks the group. Tommy and John nod but you just stare into your tea. Polly pats you on the shoulder as she walks past you. "Tommy. Please leave us alone for a moment." Tommy looks confused at his aunt, but then gets up and disappears from the kitchen with his newspaper. John looks back and forth between you and his aunt in confusion, his happy smile has disappeared from his lips.

"Can't we wait a little longer?" You ask quietly, but Polly shakes her head.

"Wait with what?" Asks John skeptically, he grabs your hand but you pull it away and clasp your cup. He looks at Polly. "Wait with what?" he repeats his question. Polly takes a deep breath, lights a cigarette, and joins you at the table. You wish to be very far away, your whole body is shaking and you feel sick. He will leave you, you and the child. His child. ,,What the fuck is going on here? Would someone please talk to me? Y / N? What's happening? Please talk to me. "He sounds a little desperate, fear is reflected in his blue eyes.

“I have decided that Y / N will be living here from now on. This decision stands and will not be discussed. "Says Polly determined and looks at you encouragingly. You knew that Polly would never put you on the street, not like your parents. But to hear that you have a home here, no matter what, it lowers your nervousness a little.

"John." You start and stare further into your tea, but John carefully grabs your chin and forces you to look at him. "I'm pregnant with your child. Our child." Shock and disbelife are reflected in his face, he lets his hand drop. He doesn't say a word, then he gets up and storms out of the kitchen.

"JOHN!" Polly yells after him, but you collapse and start crying again. He didn't say anything and just ran away. He left you, just as you feared. Although you didn't actually think he would ever leave you. Maybe force you to have an abortion. But in none of your horror scenarios that have been going through your head for the past few days he has left you. Even in your worst nightmares, you can't imagine him leaving you. Still, he just did it.

Tommy comes back into the kitchen.

"What's going on?" He asks, then his gaze falls on you. You are still crying at the kitchen table, subconsciously you have placed a protective hand over your stomach. Tommy notices this and understands immediately. "Where is John?"

"Run away. Like a bloody coward. "Polly sounds angry. She hadn't expected such behavior from John. Polly sits down next to you and rubs your back soothingly.

"I'm tired," you utter between sobs.

"Of course." Polly says gently. "Get some sleep and I'll bring you some food later." You nod and drag yourself up the stairs, Finn is sitting on the top step.

"I was listening," he says quietly, sounding incredibly guilty.

"It's okay."

"What does it mean to be pregnant?" Asks the little boy.

“It means that I'm going to have a baby. And you have a nephew or a niece. " Finn nods even if you're sure he doesn't really understand. After all, he's only four years old.

"Then why are you sad?" He asks.

"Because your brother is a fucking ass."

"No cursing around Finn." Tommy calls up the stairs, which puts the slightest smile on your face.

You bend down and kiss Finn's hair. "Polly is waiting with breakfast." The little boy jumps up and runs down the stairs. ,,Are you not coming?"

"Leave Y / N alone today, she is very tired and needs to rest." Finn still looks confused but doesn't question his aunt's words. You open John's room door, the bed is unmade and his things are scattered all over the place. You sigh, push a pair of dirty pants aside with your foot and lie down in his bed. The sheets smell way too much of John and tears are streaming down your cheeks again. You curl up and cry yourself into a restless sleep.

 You are woken up by loud screams from below. You can't understand exactly what is being said, but you can hear Polly's angry voice. You carefully wrap yourself out of the sheets and creep into the hallway. Finn is already back at the top of the stairs and you let yourself sink down next to him.

"Are you listening again?"

"Yes." You concentrate on the voices, although the door has been closed you can now hear them clearly.

"... like a goddamn idiot, how could you do that? You impregnate her and then run away! What kind of man are you? "

"Shut up your fucking mouth Polly. I didn't run away. I'm here now, just had something to do first."

"Buy a train ticket?" You hear Ada's angry voice, of course the whole family has already been informed about the situation. "Or borrow money for the doctor? What are you going to do John? Do you want to force her to have the baby removed? Y/N is the best that ever happend to you and she brings you wonderful news! And what are you doing? You run away even though she needed you. "

You hear glass breaking. Probably John's patience has come to an end, and then he reacts like a wild animal in a cage, he attacks.

"Stay here." You say to Finn and run down the stairs. You have to prevent bloodshed between the siblings.

You open the door and enter the room, immediately everyone is quiet and looking at you.

A relieved smile appears on John's lips and he comes up to you to pull you into a hug.

"They didn't want to tell me where you are." He whispers, his voice sounds relieved, but you tense up and push him away from you. Tears gather in your eyes.

“I don't want an abortion. I know we're too young but I can't. I could never come to terms with the idea of ​​killing my baby. "Your hand wanders back to your stomach to place it protectively on your unborn child." I know it's unfair, but I made my decision and if you did then want an abortion, then.. then… I don't know either. " you take a deep breath. "Don't worry, you don't have to take care of us, I can do it myself."

,,What? No! Why is everyone here always talking about a fucking abortion? That child will stay right where it is  for the next nine months. And you don't have to do anything on your own. "

You look at him confused. "Then why did you run away? If you're not angry, why did you leave me? "

,,I did not leave you. Sure, I was shocked and yes we are young but a child! You have our child, why should I leave you? I love you Y / N and I will love our child. I just had to do something. "

“What was so important? What's so important that you leave me alone in the worst moment of my life. "Tears are running down your cheeks again, you can't understand why he ran away the moment you needed him. John takes a deep breath and takes yours hand.

“I'm sorry I ran away, I know it wasn't the right reaction. But I need a ring for a proposal. "He smiles at you and then goes down on one knee. With his free hand he pulls a silver ring out of his vest pocket. Polly and Ada utter a surprised cry while you just put your hand over your mouth and look down at John in shock.

"Y / N, would you do me the honor of making me the happiest man in the world and marrying me?"

You can only nod. John smiles in relief, gets up and kisses you full of passion and love. "Yes?" He whispers against your lips.

"Yes of course you fucking idiot." When he puts the ring on your finger, his hands are trembling slightly.

Arthur and Tommy start clapping and cheering. Ada pulls you into a tight hug, you smile at Polly over her shoulder and she smiles back, all the anger is gone and suddenly there is a happy mood in the air.

 A week later you and John step in front of the altar. You sent an invitation to your parents, but they didn't show up. Of course it hit you, but you don't need them. The moment you walk out of the church with John by your side, you know everything will be fine. After all, you're a Shelby now.

There's a little party at the Garrison, of course John's whole family is there, and a couple of friends, Freddie Throne flirts with Ada all the time, but her brothers are too drunk to really notice. You smile at Ada across the table and raise your glass. She rolls her eyes and turns back to Freddie.

"At least the kid isn't going to be a bastard," laughs Arthur.

"Shut up you fucking asshole." You and John shouts at the same time.

Arthur starts laughing and Tommy gives him a brotherly slap on the shoulder. "Y / N already sounds like a Shelby."

“Yes, because she is  a fucking Shelby. Isn't it Mrs. Shelby? "

Hearing your new last name for the first time makes you feel warm and you can't help but smile at your husband. "Of course, finally I'm your wife, Mr. Shelby."