#also I got lost in Birmingham after the show and was genuinely scared for a while ✌️ worth it

[i-got-bad-knees]

Some notable moments from the show (an evening with Bob Odenkirk, guest hosted by David Baddiel) on Monday:

Mike was created because Bob couldn’t shoot a fourth ep due to HIMYM conflicting, he commented that it ended up making a lot more sense because “Saul would never move a body”

Said Saul’s only real “human” (Jimmy) moments in BrBa in his opinion were 1. When he tries to encourage Jesse to go talk to Andrea and Brock rather than waiting in the car, he said “there’s no incentive or benefit for Saul, he won’t make any money and it’s a risk for Jesse to be seen” (imo Jimmy more than Saul speaks to Brock and Andrea anyway) and 2. When he’s telling Walt to just quit while he’s ahead, because “Saul doesn’t care, he doesn’t care if this guy dies or if he’s family dies, why should he?”

Said the Saul hair (“combover on top, mullet in the back”) was his idea after reading the script

His agent apparently told him “please do not say no” to breaking bad and his response was “well I’m gonna” and he turned to us and continued “because that’s how I am, I’m difficult”

The first scene he shot was the Walt and Jesse in the desert scene, he said it was during a sandstorm which didn’t pick up on camera but every time they opened their mouths they were full of sand.

The desert scene with Mike took 14 “gruelling” days to shoot, out in the ABQ desert.

They had a snake wrangler on to clear any areas they were filming in (and obtain a snake if one was needed) but during the desert trek they didn’t come across a single snake in the entire 14 days and the wrangler said it was because it was too hot. For the desert snakes.

His heart attack occurred during the Lalo/mcwexler confrontation scene in the final season, and parts of it are from after his recovery months later. It’s been said a lot, but hearing Bob personally say out loud that he was “out” for 15 minutes and that his training for Nobody saved his life (which he explained how and why in detail) was Wild. I lost my dad due to heart complications, I’m really glad he was able to pull through.

David didn’t know about the heart attack, he was taken aback and stated Bob looked “damn good” and we all applauded

He essentially confirmed that Kim likes Jimmy because she’s also insane. He said it in a very roundabout way (“they’re both damaged, weird loners” and “she hides it better but she was more into it than him at times” lmao) but that was the gist.

Credits Giancarlo Esposito as perhaps the best actor he’s ever worked with and spoke about the wine bar scene for a good 5 minutes. The women behind me whispered “Gus is gay” during this.

Said the first time he met David Cross the man turned up to his home holding a basketball (at around 27 years old) asking if Bob wanted to play. He replied that he’d just made a sandwich.

He’s a huge Monty Python nerd and kept speaking about it at lengths during random intervals. Someone in the audience shouted that he was saying “Python” wrong (because he’s, ya know, American and says it with an American accent) and he attempted to say it “properly”. He could say Python, he could not say Monty. He thought Python was spelt Pythun, though.

He then did the same when David said Ree-ah instead of Ray for Rhea’s name lmao

He said “I might be slow but I’m not stupid” and briefly chanted “slow is not stupid!”

Apparently hates parody comedy (doesn’t care enough about popular culture. Relatable)

Didn’t expand on it much (because Baddiel hadn’t finished the series before literally interviewing the main actor) but said one of his favourite scenes is the breakup scene, and that he loved when Saul was thrown in the trash, saying “he deserves it”

Told Vince to “beat the shit out of this guy” (JimmySaul) in bcs

Enjoys shooting in difficult locations or circumstances (man likes to suffer for his art ig lmao)

When asked about the piss drinking scene, stated “I refused to drink my own piss, I’m fed up of the taste, so I had the whole crew mix a little of their piss into the bottle so it was a complete mystery” did not explain what was actually in the piss jugs

His wife was just offstage the whole time which was very sweet

Called the Trumps the worst family in America

Didn’t think we have Marmite in the UK. It’s literally British aksjdhekdjf

David Baddiel doesn’t know about Dr Suess. Not relevant to Bob but wth.

Bob said he’s nothing like Saul/Jimmy many times and the central reason he said so is because “Saul needs everybody to like him, Jimmy just wants the respect and admiration of his brother, and I don’t care, I just wanna make myself happy”

His favourite show is BBCs Royle Family

We could submit questions during interval and he answered a couple, one was “do you eat at Cinnabon” to which he replied “no, I had a heart attack” lmao. Baddiel was surprised Cinnabon was a real place.

We all got a free copy of his book (tho apparently he didn’t know?) with our tickets so that’s cool. Will be reading in the next 5-60 months

He got 3 people up on stage to read him questions he’d written and one woman, Claire, was absolutely amazing and actually successfully matched Bob’s stage presence and energy when reading this (hilarious) script he gave her. The others did great too but Claire is the MVP of the evening

Right near the start he said the word cunt. I was thrilled.

[smallheathgangsters]

Destiny | T.S.

A/N: I’m so sorry! It turned out waaaay too long again! But I do really hope you all enjoy it & that I didn’t waste my time on this lol. English is still not my first language, so excuse any mistakes I made. Lots of love ❤️

Request: “if requests are still open - from the prompt list - I’d LOVE 9 and / or 12 with Tommy!!!! But no worries if this doesn’t spark your fire ;) lots of love!” and “oops - meant 19 and 12 not 9 and 12!!!! But whatever floats your boat xxx” by @shelbyblinded​

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Word Count: 3202

Type: angst, some fluff

Summary: Tommy’s issue with commitment ruins his relationship with Y/N. Many years later, they unexpectedly run into each other, but Y/N is not ready to give him a second chance just yet.

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The wind blew through your hair while you hurried down the street towards the Shelby Company. Tommy had told you to get dressed nicely and pick him up at the shop, because he’d probably still be working. He had booked a table at a fancy restaurant and you were more than excited to be spending a long night just with Tommy.

You two had a complicated relationship. Despite not actually being a couple, you very much acted like it. Much to the annoyance of his family. They wanted Tommy to finally find himself a woman, marry her and settle down. They were convinced that that was what he needed.

You had known Tommy since you were a child. You grew up in the same street and spent a lot of your childhood time together. You had always loved Tommy. As a child you had loved him like a brother. But as you grew older, that brotherly love turned more and more into the one that made your heart ache at times, the one that was so much harder to understand.

After coming back from the war, Tommy had turned to you for comfort. You had helped him fall asleep almost every night, you had assisted him with any kind of family business if he had asked you and you even offered him your body whenever his lust was too overwhelming. Simply put, you had been there for him in any situation of his life.

But it wasn’t at all that you had disliked it. Clearly, Tommy was the love of your life. Even though he had never made you his girlfriend, it sparked joy in your heart knowing Tommy was letting you be there for him, letting you care for him. Because Tommy was not a man to show his feelings, let alone asking somebody for help when the thoughts in his head were too much for him to handle. But he did when it came to you. He talked openly about what was going on in his mind whenever you were lying next to him in bed, caressing his back, trying your best to silence the sounds of the picks and shovels against the wall.

In return, Tommy had bought you gifts that had costed more than you could imagine and took you on lavish dates in expensive restaurants or to the races. Or he would take you to the country to teach you how to drive a car. That was his way of saying thank you.

But you had to admit to yourself, the complicated relationship had taken a toll on you for a few months now. You had thought about confronting him about it several times, though you were too afraid of losing the strong bond you two had. It was something you held dear.

Your slender hand pushed open the door to the Shelby Company. You stepped inside and were greeted with silence. The rest of the boys must have already finished up work and left. You walked over to Tommy’s office and knocked on the closed door. Without waiting for him to answer, you pushed it open.

Your eyes landed on Tommy, leaning over a pile of papers, looking rather frustrated. “Busy day?” you asked softly. His head shot up. You immediately saw the tension in his face relax and he leaned back in his chair. “Y/N …” he murmured contently. It made your heart skip a beat, knowing you had such a positive effect on the broken man.

“How do I look?” you asked him happily, spinning around on the spot, your dress twirling as you did.

“Absolutely wonderful,” he answered, giving you a kind smile. Then he got up from his chair and walked over to the hanger to grab his coat. “Are we ready then?”

You wanted to nod but something made you pause. A strong wave of emotions suddenly hit you and you could feel your mind go hazy. All of a sudden, you heard yourself ask him, “Tommy … what are we?”

Tommy stopped in his tracks, slowly lowering his hand that was about to grab his coat. You gulped hard, trying to understand what made you blurt out that question. You knew he didn’t want to be confronted with the complexity of your relationship and you also knew Tommy would never be ready to commit to you.

He avoided your gaze and didn’t answer your question, making you feel awfully uncomfortable. The silence made you want to turn around and make a run for it.

You looked down at your hands, fumbling with them and trying your best to ignore the blood rushing to your ears. How could you have been so stupid?

“What?” you heard him say.

“I–“ you tried finding the words to save yourself from the mess you had just brought upon yourself. “I– I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to–“

“Yes, you did,” he interrupted you sternly. His back was still facing you.

You could feel your hands getting sweaty. “It’s just been going on for so long …” you said quietly.

“And?” he huffed. The cold tone in his voice made the hair on your skin stand up. Even though you knew his reaction would be negative, if you ever asked him about the situation, you were shocked it was this intense. In a bad way.

You took in a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves. You hated when Tommy made you feel insecure, made you feel like a fool. You may be in love, but you weren’t foolish.

“I want to know what this is, this … thing between us,” you said to him, your voice now stronger than before, regaining your confidence. Then you lifted your gaze from your hands and stared at the back of his head. “And I would prefer it, if you didn’t look away from me.”

You heard him let out an annoyed sigh. He turned around to you and pushed his hands in his pockets. “Why are you asking me this now? You never cared.” He sounded bored.

You frowned at him. “How would you know that?”

“You never mentioned it. And this thing between us has been this way for years. I don’t like you accusing me of not being concerned about what you care about,” he answered.

His remark made anger flare up in your chest. “Maybe I was scared? Scared that you’d react exactly as you do now?”

“Are you telling me you’re scared of me?” he growled. “What have I ever done to make you scared of me?”

“It’s not about you scaring me! It’s being scared of losing you!” you yelled, hot tears burning in your eyes. Why didn’t he get it?

He sighed again, running his hand over his face, rubbing his eyes in frustration. “Why couldn’t you just accept what we had?”

“Because I’m not a child anymore, Tommy,” you said, clenching your fists. You were trying your hardest to not go totally ballistic.

“What are you expecting of me? Asking you to marry me? Is that what you want, eh?” he spat. You never thought he would mock your dream of getting married, settling down and starting a family someday.

“How dare you!” You pushed out, stunned.

He brushed through his hair with his hand. Then he locked his eyes with yours. “Y/N. I can’t give you what you want.”

“You don’t even know what I want!” you exclaimed frustrated.

He sighed again and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. “I’m sorry, Y/N.” He stuck the cigarette between his lips.

You were speechless. You stared at him while your head was spinning. Your mind tried grasping the right words to say, but there was nothing. There was absolutely nothing left for you to say to him.

You straightened yourself up, wrapped your coat around your body tightly and nodded. “Fuck you”, was the last thing you were able to bring over your lips. After that, you rushed out of the shop without looking back. You knew, this was the last time you would ever step a foot into that house. And it would also be the last time you saw Tommy Shelby.

 ***

 “Are you ready, darling?” your husband asked from the other room.

“Almost!” you shouted back, putting on some red lipstick. Then you looked at yourself in the mirror.

You heard your husband step into your shared bedroom. “You look amazing.”

You whipped our head around and gave him a kind smile. “So do you.”

His tie matched your red dress and made you the two of you suit each other perfectly. But you didn’t only match on the outside. You were meant to be together and you could feel it in your heart every day you woke up next to him.

You and Edward had married a few months ago after meeting on a trip you took to London. Shortly after, you left Birmingham to join him. It had been the most perfect coincidence. Since breaking it off with Tommy, the city had been nothing but a burden. You weren’t able to find true happiness after everything that had happened, and the way Tommy had treated you. But Ed had helped you with that and you soon found yourself falling madly in love with him.

It wasn’t the kind of love to distract yourself from Tommy or forget him. You genuinely adored Ed and the way he treated you. And there was no reason left for you to mourn the love you lost.

Ed was a middle-class man with a simple job, who didn’t have much to offer when you first met. Still, he made sure he took you out once a week to a nice restaurant or the pictures. Sometimes, he even saved up his money for you to experience an opera together. He was the kindest, most heartfelt man you had ever run into.

Two weeks ago, you had found out you were pregnant with your first child and Edward was so excited about the news, that he wanted to celebrate by surprising you with a very special date. Yesterday, he had let it slip that he was taking you to the races. You tried hiding the fact that you’ve already been to quite some races before meeting him, but he noticed. You had brushed it off as an old romance you once had, not wanting to talk to Ed about Tommy. Not wanting to talk or think about him in general. It was in the past and it was meant to stay there.

Ed realized that you didn’t want to talk about it and stopped asking about the man who had taken you to more than just one race. “Please don’t worry, Ed. I’m just as excited to go as I was the first time,” you promised him, “Because I’m going there with you.”

He had smiled and cupped your face in his hands, giving you a long kiss. After the kiss, you put your arm around his. “Let’s go to the races.”

It was very busy that day. The dancefloor was crowded and even getting to the bar to order a drink was a rather difficult task. Ed offered to try to push through the people and get you both a glass of champagne, making you wait at the side of the large room. While you were scanning the faces, you suddenly felt somebody stand next to you.

“Didn’t expect to ever see you here.”

Your heart stopped for a moment when you realized to whom the deep, monotone voice belonged.

“Tommy,” you gasped and looked up to the handsome face gazing into the crowd. His eyes were as blue and intense as you remembered them.

“Who are you here with?” he asked you. He sounded legitimately interested.

“My husband.”

He nodded, not once looking down at you. “So, you’re married now?”

“Yes.”

Despite not having seen Tommy for a long time, you still knew him too well. You could feel him trying to make you nervous. But you were determined not to let him. He didn’t own you anymore. And he for sure didn’t own your heart anymore.

“Do you love him?”, he asked, putting a cigarette between his lips and lighting it with a match.

You gave him angry look. “Of course, I do!”

That made him finally pull away his gaze from the crowd and directed it to you. “I mean, do you actually like him. And not just trying to prove a point to me.”

You were genuinely offended by his comment. “Trying to prove a point? You really do believe the world revolves solely around you, Thomas Shelby.”

“I didn’t–“

“You’ve had your chance, Tommy. You can’t just come crawling back, trying to make me feel bad about finally having the man and the life I deserve,” you spat. Tommy opened his mouth to respond to what you just said, but your husband interrupted the conversation before he was able to say another word.

Ed wasn’t stupid. He noticed immediately that this must be the man that had broken your heart.

“How about we catch some fresh air, love?” he suggested, handing you a glass of champagne. You accepted gratefully and let your husband lead the way out of the room, leaving a speechless Tommy behind.

 ***

 Edward had been offered a job in New York. He had wanted you to join him and to move to America together, but you knew you’d never be happy there. You had had a stable job here in London and weren’t ready to give up what you had worked for so hard. You both knew a divorce was inevitable if Ed really wanted to accept the job offer.

In the end, your now ex-husband left to cross the ocean to the land of the free and leave you and your son, James, behind. You weren’t angry at him. You knew, he had only been following his dream and the opportunity had just been too good to reject. Edward made sure he sent money to you monthly to care for the upbringing of your son and even visited the two of you twice a year.

About six months after Edward had left, you had opened your own clothing store in London, sewing luxurious dresses that started becoming more and more popular. Even though you missed Ed dearly from time to time, you weren’t unhappy. The situation you were in wasn’t the best, but it for sure could have been way worse.

One day, after closing up your shop to go and pick up James from school, you spotted a familiar figure across the street. He was staring directly at you.

Then it hit you. Tommy fucking Shelby. You had almost forgotten the man existed.

You wanted nothing more than to ignore his presence and walk straight to James’ school. But of course, he had other things in mind.

“Y/N!”

You kept your head down as you stuffed your keys in your handbag. Tommy Shelby was like a curse, you seemed to never be totally free of him.

As you turned to walk along the side of the road, you heard him catch up with you. “Oi, Y/N. Are you ignoring me?”

You stopped walking, but kept your head hanging, so you didn’t have to look at him. “Thomas …”

You could see his shoes position themselves in front of you. Then you felt a hand grab your chin gently, lifting your head up. “Please, look at me.”

His gaze was friendly. Very much different to the look he had in his eyes when he first told you he didn’t want you. And very much different to the one when you met him at the races. It almost seemed like there was a plea for forgiveness in his eyes.

“It hurts me that you feel like you need to avoid me,” he admitted. You sighed. “What are you doing here, Tommy?”

“Does it matter?”

“It matters because I seem to never be able to get rid of you. You keep showing up in my life”, you answered truthfully.

“Destiny, perhaps,” he said, giving you a weak smile.

You scoffed. “I didn’t think you believed in such a thing, Thomas.”

“Only when it comes to you, Y/N.”

You breathed in deeply and let out a heavy sigh. “Are you still not married? It’s been so long, and I don’t think anyone should be on their own for so many years.”

“I was,” he said. “But she died.”

You felt a tiny sting in your chest, feeling bad for asking. Even though Tommy Shelby didn’t deserve an inch of your sympathy, you couldn’t ignore it. “I’m sorry.”

“How’s Edward? That’s his name, eh?” Tommy asked, changing the subject quickly.

You gulped. You didn’t want Tommy knowing about your failed marriage. You were convinced he would mock you because of it.

“Good,” you answered quietly.

“You sure?” Tommy questioned you. He could sense something was off.

You pressed your lips together to a thin line, debating whether you should tell him or not.

“Come on, you can trust me,” he said with a soft voice. You could feel yourself crumbling. “He’s living in New York. We … we aren’t together anymore,” you told him embarrassed. Tommy nodded but instead of making fun of you, he stayed silent.

“I’m on my way to pick up my son from school”, you then said to Tommy. “I really need to get going, if you didn’t mind.”

“Your son?”

“Yes, my son,” you said, giving him an annoyed glare. “I’m not some lonely divorcee if that was what you were thinking.”

He held up his hands in defence and raised his eyebrows. “Not at all. I have a son of my own, you know.”

You weren’t able to wrap your head around the fact that Tommy had a child. Even though he’d always been a family man, you could never imagine him with a son. Taking care of him, playing with him, simply being a soft human being. You didn’t realise you were smiling at the thought of it until Tommy called you out on it. “Something funny about that?”

“No”, you said, grinning, “Absolutely not. I’m very happy about that actually.”

“You’d love him,” Tommy said to you. “Maybe someday you’ll meet him.”

“Perhaps someday,” you replied.

Tommy sighed and then suddenly grabbed both of your hands. “We were good together, Y/N.”

“I know, Tommy”, you said, only speaking the truth. The time you and Tommy were together, or at least almost together, you were more than good. You were perfect. Until Tommy had took a step backward when you wanted to take one forward.

“We could always try again”, Tommy murmured, looking deeply into your eyes.

“Yes, we could.”

“How about a date?” Tommy asked. “I heard you’re designing stunning dresses for a living. Why not put on one of those?”

“You heard?”

Tommy chuckled. “I hear everything, Y/N. So, what do you say?”

You could feel your face form a smile. A smile straight from your heart. The heart, that had never really gotten over Tommy. The heart, that had always belonged to him.

“Okay.”

[peakyxshelby]

Look after you

Finn Shelby x Reader

Request: Hi! May I request a Finn imagine where the reader is a singer at Sabini's club and he falls in love with her?

You pulled on your dress, standing staring at yourself in the mirror. The short black dress was covered in sequins and tassels, nice yes but it wasn’t for you. You patted more make up under your eyes covering up the heavy bags that showed how drained you were. You didn’t want to sing tonight, you didn’t want to sing in this damn club ever again. You were here at the Eden club every night for almost a year now.

Your father had been in bad business with Sabini, very bad business in fact. So exactly one year ago his men raided your house and killed your father right in front of your eyes, your mother tried to flee but instead was thrown to the ground the blow to the head killing her too. The men then turned their attention to you, you were only 16 years old and it wasn’t like you were a big girl. There was not a chance you could take them. That’s when one man suggested that they ‘rape’ you if it hadn’t been for Paolo Sabini you could be dead right now. He stormed in and demanded the men to get out screaming something in Italian at them as you cried scared on the floor. He carried you out and you stayed with him and his wife for a couple of weeks. One day you were singing in the shower and he heard you, he saw an opportunity and took it. You “Owed” him your life and this was how you would repay him, you’d work at the club his father owned and he’d set you up in an apartment and protect you. To an extent obviously.

“You’re on in 5 (Y/N),” A voice says as it makes its way down the corridor. You sighed already exhausted knowing your performance was only the start to a shoddy night. Walking down the corridor you crossed paths with Paolo.

“All smiles, we have some big guests in tonight.” You kept walking ignoring his order as he shook his head dismissively at you, you had lost the soul in your voice. He knew you weren’t cut out for the life he was making you lead but he also knew he was doing what he could.  

The light was bright and you couldn’t see anything or anyone in front of you, you tried your hardest to put some passion back into your performance. Your voice was beautiful, people tell you that every night, but it was dead there was no emotion there. Not anymore. When you were finished the light dimmed as the applause started, right in the front row was a boy staring up at you. His skin was laced with freckles and his eyes were sweet. You felt nervous all of a sudden as his eyes pierced you. Hair fell over your face as you ducked your head to hide from his stare. This was the first time you had felt any emotion on stage in a while, granted you were a couple seconds from walking off stage but still.

“Good show (Y/N), there’s some people I want you to meet so get sorted and meet me out there.” You nodded at Paolo’s orders.

You took your headband out of your hair and wiped off the bright red lipstick you were forced tp put on for every show. You pulled a black cardigan over your dress, it didn’t really go but you didn’t care. You quickly pulled the pins out of your hair letting it swing loose as you made your way out the back door into the club. Paolo waved you over to a table where a few of sabini's men were sitting as well as other, well-dressed men you had never seen before. Including the boy from early who had made you feel nervous. You half-heartedly smiled as you made your way over nodding at the men.

“And this boys, is The Eden’s very own star Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N), she’s got a voice that could break hearts,” Paolo said to the men raising his glass to you as he turned his attention back to the men around him. You raised your hand slightly giving a half wave.

“You’re very quiet for a girl with a voice like that,” An older man said, his Mustache moving up and down as he spoke which made you laugh slightly.

“Guess so,” you replied.

“How old are you them?” The man asked again his eyes focusing in on you slightly, the same eyes the younger boy had.

“17.”

“Ah the same age as our Finny Boy here,” The man said getting the younger man in a sort of headlock scruffing at his hair.

“Why doesn’t Finn help you get the next round (Y/N) yeah?” Paolo said, clearly trying to get rid of the younger ones to talk ‘business’. You turn on your heels walking towards the bar not bothering to wait for the young man who trailed behind you. You leaned against the bar massaging your temples with your fingers.

“Long night?” The boy asked.

“Mmm…” You moaned as you squeezed your eyes shut for relief. You composed yourself quickly and looked up. “So what you ordering.. Finny Boy?” you tried to hide your smirk as you pulled yourself up onto the bar stool.

“It’s just Finn,” he said coldly obviously not finding it amusing. He told his order to the waiter and turned back around to you watching you wrap the cardigan around you again. “You cold?”

“Just tired, it’s going to be a long night,” you say blankly turning around to look at the table where the conversation was getting heated. “Why did they want to get rid of you then? Not involved in all the ‘business’ are you?” His head shot up confused.

“Are you not too pretty to know about business?” You scoffed at this making a show of rolling your eyes.

“And I thought people like you knew better than to underestimate people huh?” He sipped his drink not breaking eye contact with you.

“People like me?”

“Mhm the dangerous ones,” you say staring back. “You’re either friends with Sabini which makes you dangerous or enemies which makes you even worse.” You glance over again at the table where the conversation seemed cold. “Something tells me you’re the latter.”

“How do you know all this?” Finn asked he seemed genuinely infatuated by you.

“Paolo looks after me,” You say. He almost chokes on his drink at this, spluttering all over himself as he wipes his mouth.

“But… ehm… You’re only 17,” He said looking concerned.

“Not like that,” You say scrunching your nose. “He’s my legal guardian he literally looks after me.”

“Do I ask about that one?”

“I wouldn’t,” you say before downing the rest of your drinking and waving your hand to get the bar mans attention.

“You need to leave,” Finn said suddenly.

“What?”

“Leave.” You followed his gaze and saw the men at the table standing up and Paolo grabbing someone by the collar. You did as he said and made your way to the exit.

You had been walking in silence with Finn for a few moments in no particular direction.

“You can’t go home,” he said casually, pulling out a packet of cigarettes and offering you one.

“Where am I meant to be going then?” You asked taking one out letting him help you light it.

“With me.”

“Sounds promising,” you say sarcastically, inhaling until the smoke had filled up your lungs.

“You got any better ideas?” you followed him down the streets, wondering who this mysterious man was.

“Here we are,” Finn said stopping outside a massive house in the middle of a classy London street.

“Shit…” You whisper under your breath. “Who’s house is this?”

“My sister Ada’s, she’s in home in Birmingham so we’re staying here.” He led you inside holding the door open for you like a gentlemen. You looked around the building in awe.

“Nice huh? My brother bought it for her.”

“Who are you, people?” You laugh staring at the interior.

“Peaky blinders love,” he said taking his cap off. It clicked then and you started laughing to yourself.

“Ah, so you are the enemy then, just as dangerous as I thought,” you winked at him before laughing as you run up the steps. “Which ones yours then?” You say twirling around the hall taking your shoes off so you can slide in your socks.

“Careful,” Finn says as he points to a door at the end of the corridor. And next thing you know you were lying on your floor legs in the air.

“Shit…” You say, before bursting out laughing hysterically. Finn stared at you, one of the most beautiful girls he has seen, lying on the floor in his sister's house laughing hysterically. He felt a weird tingling feeling in his chest as a smile crept over his face without him realising. He didn’t know what it was about her but all of a sudden he felt like he would never let her get hurt again. He wanted to fix those tired eyes. “C’mon mate help me up.” You snap him out of his daze as he rushes over to give you a hand.

He doesn’t let go of your hand as he leads you into the room he had just pointed out. There was a big bed in the middle of the room and a huge window sill with pillows scattered across it. He slumped down on the bed as you sat on the window sill. The phone rang and he excused himself for a moment rushing to answer it. When he came back in his persona had changed he was slower, he seemed more nervous.

“We’ve taken over the Eden,” he said handing you a bottle of whiskey while taking a swig of his own. He couldn’t even look you in the eye.

“Finn,” You started trying to get his attention, he still wouldn’t look at you. “He’s dead, isn’t he. Paolo is fucking dead.” He still didn’t say anything as you slumped your head back against the wall. You didn’t know how to feel you were a little bit sad, slightly shocked but all in all, you didn’t really care. That’s what got you, you just didn’t care. You wanted to do so bad, frustrated that you couldn’t as you let an angry tear slip. You didn’t even notice that Finn had run over to your side and grabbed your hand tightly.

“I’m so sorry (Y/N),” he started sitting up beside you know.

“What am I going to do?” You ask.

“I’ll look after you.” He said it so confidently and calmly. So much so that you believed him. “I don’t need looking after,” You tell him. You knew this wasn’t true and so did he. There was a look in his eye that longed for you.

“Yes you do,” He says before leaning forward and planting a soft passionate kiss on your lips.