#finny shelby x you

[novashelby]

The Balls in Our Courts-Chapter Eighteen

Pairing: TommyxOCxFinn

Warnings: Refer to tags on Ao3 or warnings on masterlist. They are pretty dominant in most chapters.

Chapter summary: John plays hero, Grace gets angry, and Leeds ends with bleeds.

Ao3

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[obsessedwithhotmen]

⋆⁎✿ Finn ⇢ *- Taught To Please -* ⇠ Shelby ✿⁎⋆

⇾ (Peaky Blinders) Finn Shelby x fem!reader

⇾ Summary: essentially a part two for ‘Better than any other man’ where the reader teaches Finn how to please a woman.

⇾ Warnings: NSFW, oral (Female receiving) fingering,

⇾ Part One

It was safe to say that when Finn Shelby saw his brothers the next day, they had a few things to say about the rather dark bruises on their younger brothers neck. While Arthur assumed it had something to do with the whore that had been hired for him, Thomas knew it was something else, something that his brother wasn’t ready to share with the rest of his family, so he decided not to crack on to the young boy about it.

Although over the course of the week, the rest of the family began to question what the youngest member of the Shelby family was doing when he’d disappear without a trace.

So, as Finn was leaving after a long day of work, Thomas pulled him aside and into his office. “What is it Tom?” The younger boy asked, sitting down in the chair at the desk as his brother pulled out a cigarette, passing one over.

“We’ve all noticed the hickeys. Aunt Pol says you don’t return back home most nights. If it’s whores then I hope you’re being careful.” Tommy said, getting straight to the point.

Finn gulped, putting the cigarette to his lips and inhaling the smoke. “It’s not.” He said, shaking his head. “It’s not whores.” He confirmed.

Thomas raised a brow, sitting across from Finn. “Then who is it?”

“My girlfriend.” Finn answered.

Thomas nodded his head. “Your girlfriend… and who is that.” He inquired, wanting to make sure that Finn wasn’t putting himself in a bad place.

“I don’t want her to be apart of our business, Tommy.” Finn said, sitting up straight, attempting to appear confident.

“Very well, but expect that we will find out eventually. I’ll let the others know that a whore will no longer be necessary.” Thomas dismissed Finn, letting him finally leave, although he wasn’t planning on returning home.

Like normal, Finn showed up at your house, looking to stay the night. “Tommy knows about us, we’ll not about you. But he knows I have a girlfriend. The others I think are suspicious about it too.” Finn said as sat down beside you in front of the fire, enjoying the heat that the flames gave off.

“I know you said you don’t want them to know about me for safety reasons, but I don’t mind if you do want to tell them about me. It’d be nice to actually go out with you instead of meeting up in secret.” You tell your boyfriend, hoping he was willing to give it some thought and allow the two of you to go on proper dates together.

You watched him as his facial expressions shifted, as if he was lost in thought. “I know you’d like to go out, but it’s not my family that I’m worried about. It’s the threats towards us. I’ve already lost a brother because of it, and I can’t risk losing you too.” It wasn’t the response that you were looking for, but it also wasn’t something you could be upset with, after all he was right. His job was dangerous, a constant threat to those he cared for, and you could understand his fear for allowing people to know there are others out there that he cares deeply for. “I’m sorry.” He apologized, placing a hand on your thigh and lightly caressing your exposed skin.

“S’alright, Finny. I understand.” You smiled up at him, resting your head on his shoulders. “Hopefully someday we’ll be able to show the whole world that we’re together.” You mumbled, staring into the fire.

“Hopefully.” He repeated.

His hand had subconsciously shifted up, unaware of the state it put you in as his caressing drew closer and closer to your lower region.

You hadn’t noticed at first, that was until you felt the tingling sensation going straight to your core.

Suddenly, an idea popped into your head. You placed your hand on top of his, Finn thinking nothing of it until he felt you tug his hand further up your thigh. He glanced over at you, wondering what you were doing, when he noticed the hint of a smirk on your lips while you nudged him closer and closer. He didn’t say anything, opting for allowing you to do your thing while Finn silently observed.

When his hand disappeared beneath your skirt, and his fingers met your underwear, his breath hitched. “Y/n, what are you-”

He was cut off. “Remember when I said I would teach you about pleasuring me?” You asked, waiting for his nod of agreement. “Well… I was thinking we could do that today.” You suggested, shrugging your shoulders nonchalantly.

His eyes brows raised at your suggestion, head cocking to the side. “And what is it you want me to do?”

“You know what.” You replied, feeling a sudden warmth hit your face as you grew shy.

Finn, taking note of the change in demeanor, started to smirk. “No, actually. I’m not sure.” He teased, thumb softly rubbing as the skin of your thigh.

You let out a huff in defeat, “I want you to touch me,” you pouted. Finn said nothing more as he allowed for you to press his hand over your underwear, grinding into him, “please,” you begged, pulling your skirt up so he could see the positioning of his hand.

“Oh shit,” Finn cursed, watching as you pulled aside your underwear, “uhm- what do I do?” He asked, unsure of how to actually please a woman as that was never something that he brothers brought up.

“Just touch me,” you stated grabbing his hand, “right here,” his fingers came in contact with your clit sending a shockwave of electricity through your body, “and rub,” you added.

Slowly, he moved his finger around the small bud of your clit, watching the way that you physically reacted to the stimulation. “Faster!” You begged.

Finn picked up the pace.

His confidence grew alongside your moans, feeling encouraged by the sounds you made for him.

At one point, his fingers grew slippery from your wetness, causing his finger to accidentally slip into your hole, to which Finn pulled his hand away and apologized. “S’okay, Finny. Your meant to do that too…” once again you grabbed his hand, pushing all but one finger down and pushing it as your entrance.

His finger slipped into your wet hole with ease, feeling the warmth of your inside and wishing it was his dick instead.

He pumped his finger in and out, even as you grabbed his wrist and dug your nails into his skin. “Finn- I’m close!” You moaned, eyes rolling back.

You reached down to rub at your clit, letting your orgasm wash over you. Your legs shook as you attempted to keep them open, until your high ended and the sensitivity came, then you clamped your thighs around his arm, stopping him from moving any more.

“That seemed easy, I thought there was more to it,” Finn commented, pulling his hand away from your core, unsure what to do with the wetness on his fingers.

“There is more to it,” you replied, placing his finger into your mouth and sucking off the juices.

Finns eyes widened at your action, thinking of the very first time you gave him head, and then it hit him.

A smirk grew on his face as his eyes dropped down to your closed legs. His hands landed on your knees, shoving them apart to make room for himself.

You let out a squeak as he dragged you down the couch and closer towards him, this way you were laying down.

Finn got off the couch, kneeling down on the ground and hunching over so he could be eye level with your core, looking up at you to gather your reaction.

You ran a hand through his hair, nails softly dragging across his scalp, “you don’t have to if you don’t want to, usually men don’t like doing it,” you told him, but Finn was adamant in returning the favor.

He lightly kissed your thigh, trailing them up until his nose was almost touching your pussy, when he used his fingers to spread you apart, taking notice of the cum that had dripped out.

Finn thought back to how you started off giving him head, how you licked from the base of his cock to the tip, and kept that in mind. His tongue darted out, touching your hole and tasting your cum, before flattening it and licking up to your clit, feeling the little pearl flutter beneath his touch.

The way you gasped has Finn thinking he did something right with licking at your clit, so he kept at it.

He sucked and licked, listening and paying attention to your reaction with every little thing he did.

He could never grow tired of the noises you made.

Your legs were closed around his head, but Finn didn’t mind, nor did he try and open them, he just kept his focus on pleasuring you, and pleasuring you was what he was doing.

The hand you had in his hair was tugging softly, your hips gyrating against his mouth, “oh- Finn! Feels so good…” you moaned.

Due to your sensitivity from the previous orgasm, it wasn’t long before your orgasm happened once more.

You came on his tongue with no warning other than the rather high pitched moans and harder tugs to his curls. “Shit!” You cried, body shaking.

You were breathing heavily as Finn pulled away from your core, a daze expression on his face matched with a bright smile, happy to have made you cum twice without having to use his cock.

“Should have told me to do that sooner,” he joked, sitting up and leaning over you, placing a kiss against your lips, “you taste nice,” he said.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Please do.”

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

[bad268]

Can you do a Yandere! Shelby Family x reader/ Finn Shelby x reader? Let me explain.

The reader owns a bakery and Thomas is the first to discover her and her cute store. His first thought is that she is perfect for his little Finny boy. And he Thomas brings everyone in on this "ship" he has for the reader and Finn. So the whole family is in on it and call meetings without Finn to makes plan on who to get them together. Hopefully married within a day of dating yandere obsession mode.

Feel free to take this thought and make it your own. I know you'll turn this request into a Chef's Kiss 🤪

Hey love, so I don’t write for Finn anymore and I’m not sure how I would go about this request. I’ve never done yandere stories nor have I read them. I will keep this on the back burner in case I do find inspiration for it <3

[deepdonutkid]

The forsaken road

Requested: yes by anon

Summary: You have been gone for a year now, even though Finn and you have been friend since ever. Now he is trying to convince you to come back to Birmingham.

Author’s note:

Finn is a little sassy, but this is supposed to be a close friend and usually nobody is shy around close friends. Maybe he got the usual Shelby sass.

This was super funny to write and I hope I did the request right. This thing whole x reader thing is still new to me.

The reader is female, I couldn’t work around that. I’m sorry. There are only two times or so, when the reader is referred to as “she.”

Requests are still open~ If you want to request something or want to be added to my tag list, just write me!

John is dead in this one q.q

And the reader is stubborn as fuck

Word count: 4260

Warnings: major character death, swearing

It was the first time Finn was nervous behind the steering wheel. Even when he started driving, he felt completely comfortable with it. Cars just were his thing and he wasn’t the only one to notice. Tommy himself chose Finn to be his driver more than once and Finn was a good driver. He didn’t panic nor did he take unnecessary risks.

But this time it was different. He was alone in the car, nobody by his side and his destination was on the countryside. Far away from his usual ways. His hands clung around the leather wheel. The grip so tight, his knuckles shined white. Nevertheless, this was important and he had worries, if he would find the small cottage in the middle of nowhere. Polly drew the way on his map, so he wouldn’t get lost, but he still feared, what would happen, if it was getting dark and he was still driving.

With all his might he tried to push his insecurities away. These wouldn’t help him find his way through the unknown. And it was not like he had another choice. You didn’t seem to return to Birmingham by yourself, so he needed to get you back. Actually, he didn’t understand why you left in the first place. You had a job and friends, who cared about you and yet you left in the middle of the night, without even saying goodbye.  You should have come at least to him, your best friend.

When Isiah told him, he refused to believe it. Maybe it was just a bad joke. You wouldn’t run off without a word… and yet you did. The realization knocked him down. Finn couldn’t imagine his life without you and now he had to. Even worse, he didn’t know why. He thought, he meant as much to you as you did to him. Apparently this wasn’t the case. You left him heartbroken and he would never say that out loud, but he cried.

And yet, he wasn’t over you. Somehow he just couldn’t forget you. The way you smiled, when he cracked a joke or when a new pint of beer arrived at the table. He missed the smell of your hair, when you leaned against his shoulder late at night. Or that one time you held hands under the table at the Garrison. You swore Bonnie saw the innocent act, but Finn doubted it. You had some much fun together and now everything was gone with the wind.

That was the reason, why he took the forsaken road. If he couldn’t bring you back, he needed at least an explanation. Otherwise he would never have a peaceful sleep again. He had prepared everything he would say. There were a couple of things on his mind and he needed to say them. Hopefully you would listen. Finn thought about the whole scenario over and over again. And even when you would be as stubborn as ever, he had one last option.

His heart jumped, when he noticed the small cottage down the road. This had to be it. The house of your aunt and her husband. Now it was just a few meters ahead of him and he was getting even more nervous. The hands were all sweaty and his knees started to shake as he pulled into the driveway.

The motor stopped and everything was dead silent for a while. Finn was too scared to move and froze right on the driver’s seat. Inside of him there was a voice yelling at him to get out of the fucking car and ask you, why you had to break his heart. But he couldn’t, not until he heard steps on the gravel path that went around the house. Wary like a watch-dog he turned his head to see who was coming.

Until now he was worried, that he might have the wrong address… or you wouldn’t be there anymore… or something worse. Now he had his proof. You stood just not far away from him and yet it felt like you were miles away. Finn stumbled out of the car and ran to you, before you could hide in the house.

“Hey”, you managed to say, while you couldn’t believe your own eyes. After all this time you spend dreaming about him, he was here. Right in front of you. Suddenly you had a lump in your throat and your heart was racing. This reunion seemed so surreal and you doubted you would like how this would turn out. You knew that he wasn’t pleased with the way things ended. It was visible in his face. His cheeks were so red, his freckles weren’t even visible.

And even though he seemed so angry, all you wanted right now was to pull him in for a long hug. Of course, you missed him. He was your best friend and you had spent so many great nights together with the others at the Garrison. But still you couldn’t move and prepared for the worst.

“Hey!” he yelled: “Fucking finally.”

Nobody moved, but you felt the tension. You knew you should say something, anything, but there were no words to explain your inner tumult.

Finn signed and added: “You should have said this months ago.”

Slowly you nodded. Unable to speak, it was the least you could do. And he was right though. You should have had that conversation sooner, but you feared it so much, that you just packed your things and went.

Then you heard something, you certainly didn’t expect. “I missed you.”

You hadn’t comprehended this sentence and suddenly you felt his arms around you.

He whispered in your ear: “Every fucking day, Y/N.”

It was the long hug you needed and it gave you the idea, that maybe and just maybe things weren’t as bad as you thought. With croaked voice you mumbled: “I missed you too.”

But you were wrong. Things were bad and four soft spoken words couldn’t obliterate one year in misery. He pulled away and the look on his face was quite surprised as he asked: “Then why you left?”

Your mouth was dry as you tried to prepare some kind of an answer, certainly not a good one. It felt like your lips were glued together and even when you tried to open it, it wouldn’t work.

His hands caressed your cheeks. “What was the reason? Why did you leave me?”

“I was…”, you begun to say, but paused to take a deep breath: “I was scared.”

“Of me?” he asked with concern in his eyes.

You shook your head. “No… of course not.”

Right now you felt more feelings in the glimpse of this moment than ever in your life. It was like a rollercoaster. Everything went up and down. Yes, you were happy, he got all the way here, just to see you again, but you still feared this conversation. Running away was stupid, you knew, there was just no other option to get out of this mess.

Your body shivered as you felt his warm breath on your chest. “What were you scared of?”

How could you answer it? There was no easy way to say it.

“Of Tommy?” You shook your head, while tears filled your eyes. “Arthur?”

“No”, you whispered: “Don’t be silly. Nobody from your family was the problem.”

His frustration reached a peak. He got even louder as he shouted: “Then tell me who!”

You winced, because he frightened you. Even though he was the sweetest and most innocent of the four Shelby brothers, Finn still got the temper. And this time you really deserved it.

“Nobody”, you cried: “I was just scared.”

Finn took another step back. His hands left your cheeks gently, but were clenched into fists just seconds after. “Of what?” he repeated once again.

This time you tried to explain: “I don’t know. I thought something bad would happen. I could feel it coming.” There wasn’t a clear sign, when you knew you couldn’t be there anymore. This feeling grew inside of you for a long time. While being friends with the Shelbys you have witnessed violence, drug abuse, gang fights and other things, you weren’t ready for.

Things that changed you until you couldn’t sleep anymore and you couldn’t breathe anymore. That was the reason why you left. But of course, Finn didn’t seem to understand it. The tiny wheels in his head kept turning, but he still looked clueless.

“Why?” he whispered with a face like he seemed to choke on his own words.

You had to reach out for him, pulled him into a hug and patted his back. “I was scared of losing you”, you said. It didn’t even sound like your voice, not stubborn and strong as always but very weak and broken.  

He wrapped his arms around you and squeezed you until you couldn’t breathe. “But why then… I had to lose you?”

Just when you were about to answer, he added: “I mean… this year without you was horrible. All the sudden you were gone and you took all the colors with you. Everything seemed so bleak. Nobody could cheer me up. I couldn’t… do anything without you. I was useless after you left… and you didn’t even tell me yourself. Isaiah noticed, you weren’t at home and then I asked Polly and she confirmed it. You know, I thought it was all my fault… because what happened the night before.”

That night. Yes, you did remember that. Actually you planned to tell him on that fateful night, that you were leaving, but after he kissed you and you kissed him, you couldn’t bring yourself to confess. You bit your lip.

“It wasn’t your fault”, you mumbled. Your fingers were running through his hair so careful, as if he would break, if the pressure was slightly higher. “It was mine. The night was great, but I couldn’t be in Birmingham at that time.”

He lifted his head to look you in the eyes. There were so many questions in his mind. You could see it.

“After John’s death I knew, I couldn’t stand the thought of losing you the same way. Shot multiple times. My feelings for you were to strong. I had loved you and your end would have been mine as well. Every time, we met at the Garrison, I feared some day you wouldn’t show up, because you were lying dead somewhere. I’m not the type of person who would seek revenge but more the type of person who would crumble to pieces”, you professed.

But this wasn’t even the end of the story. Finn was keen to say something. You shushed him. “I wasn’t done yet.”

“With the time I had realized this wasn’t the life I wanted. I wasn’t ready for all this violence and I still think it would ruin me. When I still did snow, it was okay. I could tolerate the fact that everything we had was bought by blood. But when I stopped doing drugs, I felt sick every time I saw what your brothers did to defend their power.”

Slowly you let him go. Not as sudden as the last time. He forced you to explain it and you did as he wished, but you knew, this wouldn’t make better.

You just weren’t the right person for him, even though you loved him. Others might have stayed, but it was too much for you.

Now the both of you were crying. When he realized, that things hadn’t changed, he felt worse than before. “You had loved me?” he asked like he couldn’t believe his own voice.

“Actually… I still do”, you confessed: “Not a single day has passed, I didn’t think about you.”

Finn stared at you. “Why didn’t say something sooner?” The red vanished from his face and it left him even paler than before.

You shrugged. “I don’t know. I thought you wouldn’t feel the same way.”

“But I do!” he protested: “I always have.”

It was what you wanted to hear, even though now it was too late. It didn’t matter anymore. You decided to stay here. Maybe the life in the small cottage was boring, but at least it was peaceful. From morning till dawn you spend your time in the garden or in the kitchen and nothing bad ever happened, unlike all that drama in Small Heath.

You glared at the cloudless sky. It was a warm, yet windy day, just like it was one year ago, when the husband of your aunt picked you up at a station nearby.  Back then you thought you would never see him again. Now he was standing here and declared his love for you. Should this feel like a happy end?

“Maybe… it’s too late”, you murmured. The time for sweeping love declarations was months ago. Finally you wiped the wetness from your cheeks.

At first Finn just gazed in abstraction, then he frowned. “What?”

“Maybe it’s time for you to leave. You don’t want to get lost in the dark.” Yes, you pushed him away, but it has been hard enough for you to forget him. His family still had shady business and they would always have enemies. Neither could Finn escape them nor you, if you were his girlfriend.

“Fuck no.”

Now you were baffled by his words. With an intense glare you stared at him. This was very unlikely for him, which made you think, he might have changed while you were gone.

“Stop making decision for me. Everybody else already does this. I won’t leave until we had a proper talk.”

Obviously, you were lost in translation. Didn’t you just have that talk, did you? “Tell me what you want to know”, you demanded, while you crossed your arms in front of your chest.

Finn took another step towards you. “Just tell me why we should not be together. I mean, I love you and you love me and yet you keep pushing me away.” He held out his hand for you to grab it. You didn’t.

“Love isn’t everything Finn”, you argued: “I want safety.”

Just when you were about to explain this further the front door opened behind Finn. Your aunt stepped out of the house. “Dinner is ready, Y/N.”

“I’m coming”, you said as you were on your way to the dinner table. The young Shelby followed you with his eyes. This talk had come to an end, at least in your opinion, but Finn didn’t seem to agree with you.

He grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze, while he begged you silently to stay.

“I heard you two talking”, your aunt tossed in: “You were pretty loud, dear.”

Your cheeks were getting hot. This was embarrassing. Since you left Birmingham, you had found a new home here in the middle of nowhere. Your aunt was sweet and caring. She never had children and loved the idea of getting a little help around the house. Now she had heard why you had fled.

And again you had no good apology. But this time you didn’t even have to say something. Your aunt did. “Now come inside. It’s getting cold and your boyfriend probably wants to eat something after the long drive.”

You babbled some incoherent words, while Finn started smiling like an angel. “Thank you. I sure would love to have dinner with you, Mrs.” he nodded.

Since you were still completely overwhelmed with this whole situation, Finn guided you to the entrance. When you realized, he was about to enter the house, you started moving yourself and picked up the pace.

Inside you noticed the fourth plate on the dinner table. Your aunt had already planned to invite him in. What a back-stabbing bitch.

You glared at her with passionate hate. Yeah, okay, you loved Finn, but this still didn’t mean you could have a life with him, a known gangster. However your aunt disrupted your plans to forget about him. Now he thought he still could turn things around, which wasn’t possible.

“You can sit here, sweetie”, she said and pointed at a chair. Finn followed her order and took place.

This damn smile wouldn’t leave his darn beautiful face. With clenching fists you sat down right in front of him. “After this… you’re leaving”, you threatened him.

Pointless, but you tried. Of course, you didn’t know that Finn thought you were the cutest, when you tried to intimidate someone.

“We’ll see about that”, he grinned and then turned to your aunt: “This house is beautiful…. But it was very hard to find.”

Your aunt giggled and put a steaming pot in the middle of the table. Inside of it was a delicious stew and the smell filled the room. “Well, it’s very quiet here and the sea is nearby. Maybe Y/N can show you the beach. You probably know, how stubborn she can be.”

Finn burst out in laughter and agreed: “Yes, she can be quite a pain in the ass, but she is still my best friend. Everybody back home missed her so much. I had hoped to bring her back for a couple of days… She said no.”

“Wait…”, you interrupted him: “Who said that?”

“What?”

“That they missed me?”

Finn was surprised for the glimpse of a second, and then he laughed. “Everybody! Isiah said it a couple of times. Bonnie too! Arthur said he missed hearing you singing drunk in the Garrison. And Esme said the fair isn’t half as funny without you.”

Your mouth formed a silent “Oh” like you just realized that you had left everybody behind and not just Finn.

He made a wiggly movement with his hands. “You probably won’t believe me but… even Michael said something is different since you left.”

You gave him a skeptic stare and just shook your head. “No fucking way.” Not even in a thousand years Michael would say something like that and not about you from all people. He was a jerk who would always make snarky side comments about you and you would do the same about him. It wasn’t friendship- not even close, even though you had the same group of friends.  

“Yes, of course he did. Everybody is sad that you left without saying goodbye”, he responded and hiked his shoulders.

Slowly, your head turned towards your empty plate. Maybe leaving like this was kinda selfish.

Your aunt was filling the bowls with stew, when her husband arrived though the backdoor. His face was stained with dirt, but his eyes widened as he noticed Finn. “Who is that?” he growled and sat down at the table.

“Y/N’s boyfriend. He came all the way from the city to see her again.” Apparently your aunt thought she was being funny.

Her husband didn’t seem to be happy with that answer either. He grunted and then began to eat his dinner in silence.

Finn’s cheeks were red once again, but this time it wasn’t anger. He was nervous. “Nice to meet you, Mr. I’m Finn Shelby.” You heard it in his voice.

Your uncle nodded and didn’t stop shoveling stew in his mouth for one second. He wasn’t a man of many words. More like the silent type of guy. You liked it. At least he wasn’t as noisy as your aunt.

The dinner was exhausting. Your aunt kept asking Finn all types of questions and he was hesitant to answer most of them. Once or twice you helped him out. He was still your friend and seeing him in discomfort made you feel the same.

And the discomfort didn’t end with the dinner. “Finn, dear, it’s already dark outside. Do you still want to go back today? We still have a guestroom. You can stay there, if you want to? You two still have so much to talk about.” The suggestion of your aunt may seem nice, but it was meant to torture you.

“Oh, that’s so nice”, he said: “Thank you. I just have to get some things of mine from the car.”

Finally he stood up. You followed him back to his car. Now you had at least the opportunity to talk him out of this stupid idea. He shouldn’t be here and both of you knew it. Tommy would be furious with him, if he left for so long.

“You can’t stay”, you decided.

With a wide grin on his face he replied: “Oh, sure I can. Your aunt said it… and since you’re not my girlfriend… you can’t make decision for me.” He poked your nose and smiled.

Then he turned around to his car and opened trunk. It was full of all kinds of stuff. Why did he need a dress? And it wasn’t even his color!

You took a deep breath before pointing out the obvious: “What the fuck is this?”

“Gifts”, Finn answered: “When I said, I would be visiting you everybody gave me something for you.”

Now you had to take a closer look of the ragbag of things inside of the trunk. The Shelby coughed slightly and explained: “The dress is from Ada and the jewelry box is from Isaiah… but don’t worry, his sister chose it. Tommy gave you a bottle of gin. He started making some, while you were gone. Actually… I took the bottle, but it doesn’t matter. Tommy bribes everybody to try his gin. It’s the family recipe. And Bonnie got you a scarf. Well… it’s all kind of stuff.”

“I can’t accept that.” It was too much and too expensive. You were never part of the family, just Finn’s little friend.

Finn clucked his tongue. “Yes, you can.” Then he started to put some gifts in your arms.

“Let’s get this stuff inside and then go to the beach your aunt mentioned.”

You were ready to argue and yet you had nothing left to say. “Why are you so stubborn all the sudden?” you asked.

He took the rest and closed the trunk again, before responding: “Because usually you’re the bone head of us, but this time I have something to say and I’m not leaving until you heard it”

“Trust me just once. This is important”, he added with stern eyes and stroked your cheek with his finger.

When he looked at you like that, something inside you melted and you got weak in your knees. There was something undeniably sexy about him. Your head felt so hot when you squeaked: “Fine.”

Then you walked together with him back to the house and put the things in your room. Finn was prying, but you didn’t stay long enough for him to snoop around.

After you were done, you pulled him out of your room again. “You were never interested in my stuff. Why now?”

“Well, I wanted to know which things you kept and which things you had thrown away”, he explained as the both of you walked out of the house.

You crossed your arms before your chest and argued: “My other stuff is in my old room in Birmingham… but it’s not like I had so much to take with me.”

Finn was just about to walk in the wrong direction, so you took his hand and pulled him back. “It’s this way to the beach.”

“Okay, take the lead, lady”, he laughed: “But you still wear the necklace I got you.”

Immediately, your hand searched the pendant. It was nothing expensive, however it was very important to you, because Finn gave it to you on your birthday. “Well, I said I would never take it off.”

“Good”, he nodded and glanced at the sky with all his stars. He was more than a head taller than you, so you couldn’t see how happy your words made him.

Then you walked in silence to the beach. It was even windier here and you forgot to take your jacket, because you just wanted to get over with this and then go back to your boring life.

Finn noticed your shivering and put his coat on your shoulders, which made you smile. It has been a while since you felt like that. Your tummy rumbled in excitement.

“I still have one last gift for you”, he whispered.

You looked up and down, but you didn’t find it. “Where?”

His handy were jittery, when he said: “Promise me you think about it at least for one second, before saying no.”

“Of course”, you answered and took his hand so he wouldn’t be distracted. Your fingers intertwined with his and you smiled again. “C’mon, Finny, what is it you want to talk about?”

Slowly he went down on one knee. By that time you knew what he was going to say, but you still couldn’t believe it. He pulled out a small box and presented you a very beautiful ring, before saying: “Marry me.”

Your head was empty. All you could do was staring at him.

“I’m serious, Y/N. If you agree to be my wife, you won’t have to worry about your safety anymore. Then you’re part of the family and everybody would protect you. And I need you in my life. This year- without you- was the worst in my life. After losing my brother and almost my cousin I lost you too. I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t sleep and I missed you more than you could imagine. Please come back with me… or at least think about it, before you’re being stubborn again.”

Tagging: @bonniesgoldengirl​

[inkyblinders]

Sleepyhead

Pairing: Finn Shelby x Reader

Author’s note: Finn really needs to stop being a smol bean.

Summary: Finn wakes up in your bed after a night of drinking, and in which he blushes no less than three (3) times. (681 words)

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, fluff

Tags: Let me know if you want to be added or removed

@rrtxcmt, @whizzbeesdukes

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Sunlight streams through your window, casting a bright light on the young man currently passed out in your bed. He does not stir when you poke his cheek, nor does he move when you try to tickle under his arms. Even a kiss on the lips does not wake him from his slumber.

In this respect, Finn Shelby is no better than a fairy tale princess.

“Oh, Fin-n” You whisper in a sing-songy voice.

“Wake up, sleepyhead.” No response.

How can anyone be so dead to the world? “If you don’t wake up now, I won’t go on that date with you tonight.”

When even that does not rouse him, you bring out your ultimate weapon. Delicately pinching his nose, you try not to giggle. And before long Finn is tossing his head. Blue eyes fly open in surprise as his mouth gasps for air. The complete befuddled look on his face makes you erupt in laughter. Finn tries to scowl at you, but instead grimaces in pain as he raises a hand to his forehead.

“Jesus, how the hell did I get here?”

“Isaiah carried you here last night. You were royally sloshed, Finny. Pol would've had a fit if she saw you like that, so you slept the night.”

“Jesus.” He says again, reddening when he looks down and sees his own undressed state. “Oh God, did I-- We didn’t--?”

“I’m afraid you weren’t very sexy as you were puking into my flower pot, so no, we didn’t. Although,” You say as you hand him a glass of water, “You couldn't keep your hands off of me.”

“Yeah, but that’s most days.” He grins as he accepts the glass gratefully.

“You did say some quite interesting things after you were done puking, though.” You say.

“Oh yeah?”

“Oh, yes. Very interesting things.”

Finn looks up at you warily. “Like what?”

“Goodness, I wonder where to start…”

With a yelp of surprise you are pulled down onto the bed, bouncing before being tackled by Finn, who growls like a puppy. You scream as he begins to tickle you, until tears are streaming from your eyes.

"Alright, alright! I'll tell you." You gasp out. Finn stops the attack and hugs you with his slender arms, skin warm all over from the sun.

“You told me I was pretty, and that I get your knickers in a twist. You said that when I kissed you for the first time beneath the cherry tree, you walked around a hard-on for the rest of the day.”

Finn turns bright red and covers his face with his hands. Struggling to keep a straight voice you continue.

“You said sometimes you like watching me sleep. And you think it’s funny when I drool. Which you do too, I’ll have you know.” You turn to face him, jabbing a finger to his chest.

“You’re afraid I’d leave you for Isiah one day because he makes me laugh. And sometimes you’re too shy to tell me how you feel... Honestly Finn, I don’t know why it took you to be pissed-drunk to tell me these things. You know I’m always here for you. And,” You snuggle into him, “You're the one I love.”

He twitches and coughs a little before answering, “I-I love you too.” You don't need to look up to know he is still blushing to the tips of his auburn hair.

“I know.” You hum with contentment.

“Well, maybe. But I’ve never told you out loud. Neither of us have.”

“You did last night while you were laying in my lap. Though in retrospect it probably doesn’t count, because you were absolutely wasted... Seems like your guts weren't the only things you spilled yesterday.”

Finn sighs, rubbing his head.

“First time I say 'I love you' and I don't bloody remember... I'm never drinking with Isiah, ever again.” He says solemnly.

“On the contrary, you should go out with him more. That way I can hear more interesting things from drunk Finny.” You smile, kissing him on his freckled lips.

[urimaginespimp]

Caught

Isiah x Shelby sister

requested

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It all started when John raised his suspicions to your family.

“I’m telling you, she might be seeing a bastard.” He insisted, after telling them about an incident earlier.

“John you’re concluding this from a mere rejection of our sister to spend time with ya in the pub?”  Tommy raised a brow at how absurd he was sounding. Among all your brothers, you were closest to John.

“I know it this doesn’t sound well on my part but my gut is telling me she’s hiding something.” John argued.

“Yeah, the same gut you often drown at the pub.” Polly chimed in the conversation. “And what if the girl is dating? She’s of age.”

Just then, Finn walked in the shop alone.

“Where’s Isiah?” Arthur asked the youngest Shelby.

“Said he wanted go to the pictures alone.” Finn shrugged while John’s attention was peaked again.

“That’s where Y/N said she’d go to!” He exclaimed to them.

“Well if she’s ever with a boy, Isiah would gladly report it to us. Does that ease your nerves, brother?” Tommy asked him. John kept quiet in his seat.

Then there was the moment Michael joined in the suspicion.

You were overdressed for a small meeting at Tommy’s office but you easily excused it by saying you were to meet with some friends afterwards. But he couldn’t help notice that every now and then you were stealing glances somewhere – by his good friend Isiah’s direction. Though he also happened to be standing under a wall clock.

He could’ve easily shrugged this off, if it weren’t for Isiah meeting your glances as well. But Isiah had told him a week ago he’s been seeing someone exclusively, and he wasn’t dumb enough to actually make a move on his own boss’ youngest sister.

Then there was Finn.

He and Isiah were tasked the night before to head somewhere out of town, and he was patiently waiting for his friend to finally show up at the office when you came in, all disheveled.

“Are you alright, sister?” He asked worriedly.

“Yeah, I am, Finny. Just strong wind outside. Had to run because I’m running late.”  You cleared your throat, trying to fix your hair with your hands.

Not long after that, Isiah finally showed up as well, all flushed. “Sorry I’m late, mate. Woke up late.” He clapped at Finn’s shoulder.

“Mate, your fly’s still open.” He told him, and turned your way when he heard you choke at the back.

“You okay there, Y/N?”

“Didn’t realize this tea was still really hot.” You excused yourself and went into your shared office with Michael.

Tommy and Arthur were the last straw.

He was planning to hold another gala and was giving assignments for the arrangement. You were usually paired with John on food and drink tasting – your favorite task together, when you spoke up.

“Tom can you give me a different task this year?” You asked, making everybody turn your way. John in particular looked offended.

“What?” Tommy asked.

“I was thinking something different like handing out invitations.” You bit your lip, nervous about their reactions.

“That would be with Isiah, Y/N.” Arthur clarified. And your face gave the impression that you didn’t know.

“I’m fine with that.” Isiah answered a tad bit too eagerly.

“Have I done something to offend you, sister?” John asked in confusion. You both always had a great time with that task, so it was of great wonder why you wanted to be assigned in a different one this year.

“No, John. I- uh… they just give us the same set of food to taste anyway.” You reasoned, giving him a smile. “Plus, I wanted a good excuse to ride around other places.”

Tommy despite the suspicion, said okay and handed you the list of names and addresses to visit.

That night, the men were in the backroom of the garrison enjoying some drinks when a drunk John finally spoke up again.

“I think they’re fucking.” He stood up and caught everyone’s attention.

“Who, John?” Arthur inquired.

“Y/N and Isiah.” He answered with a serious face.

“Go home, John. You clearly can’t handle your drinks anymore.” Arthur laughed at him, but slowly stopped when he realized that he was the only one not taking it seriously.

“Well, you gentlemen clearly have something to say on the matter.” Tommy spoke, taking a cigar from his pocket. “Come on, let’s hear ‘em.”

“I saw them stealing glances every time they’re in the same room.” Michael started.

“I wasn’t aware glances now mean they’re doing it.” Arthur argued, clearly in denial. He couldn’t grasp the thought of his youngest sister dating.

“What about that whole bull about the gala assignment.” John reminded, bitterness lacing is voice.

“Good god, John. The girl just wanted to do something different.” Arthur once again defended.

“Where’s Isiah tonight then?” The third-born Shelby answered.

“Got them excuses, eh Arthur? You don’t wanna hear what I have to share.” Finn finally spoke up. Everybody’s attention turned to him.  

What Finn shared finally got Arthur to go quiet. It was safe to say that the tension in the room was enough to make any ordinary run out of the room.

“We can’t just talk to her about it. No matter how bad of a liar she is, she’s as stubborn as Tom.” Michael explained.

“Then we catch them.”  Thomas stated.  

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You were out for a stroll with Isiah out of town. It was the only way you could hold hands without having to look over your shoulder every now and then. But even then, you couldn’t be totally carefree together.

“Isiah we’re in public.” You warned your boyfriend when he leaned in to try and steal a kiss.

“Yeah Isiah, listen to our sister.” A voice spoke from behind you.

You both froze on spot. Letting go of your boyfriend’s hand immediately, you turned around awkwardly, and was faced with all of your brothers and cousin looking at you both with a deathly glare.

“He-hey brothers…” you chuckled nervously. “Mickey.” You smiled at your cousin.

“Isiah.” Arthur called him. “We never told you about boundaries when it came to our sister. I presumed you were a smart man.” He looked like he was about to pounce on your boyfriend.

“Arthur, stop.” You asked your brother.

“Stay out of this Y/N. He should’ve known better than to mess around with our own.” John ordered you.

“We’re not just messing around, John.” Isiah finally spoke, looking at them with determination in his eyes.

“And we’re supposed to believe that when you just told me a month ago that you were seeing someone?” Michael chimes.

“Yeah. It was me!” You were getting frustrated at the fact that they were more channeling their anger at your boyfriend and leaving you out.

All of them fell silent at your outburst. “We always liked each other okay? And we never thought anything of it until you asked him to babysit me at your last party.” You explained, both you and Isiah exchanging a small smile.

“Why didn’t you tell us? Or even just your favorite brother?” John was now more hurt than angry.

“Yeah, or your favorite cousin?” Michael added. Everybody was now a little bit less tense.

“You’re my only cousin, Mickey.” You rolled your eyes, fighting a smile.

“You’re both really serious about this?” Thomas asked a small grin on his face.

“Yeah I am.” Isiah answered in a heartbeat.

“Well I’d rather her be with someone we already know, then.” Arthur finally concedes.

“I just have one request.” Finn finally said something. Everyone turned to him.

“Next time, at least zip up your fly.”  

[fandom-puff]

Day 15: Threesome

Isaiah Jesus x reader x Finn Shelby

Kissing Isaiah was like prayer and sin all rolled up into one. His plush lips captured yours and moved in a way that could only be described as expert as he tugged your lower lip between his gleaming teeth. His hands always wandered too, smoothing up your sides, cupping your hips, squeezing your buttocks, rubbing your breasts as you whimpered into his mouth, allowing him to drag you by the thigh to straddle him on his couch, your fingers tangling in his cropped curls while he unbuttoned your dress, tossing it aside. Before he could even make a comment about your haste to undress, your lips were smashing against his again as you began to grind your hips, your fingers already scrabbling with his annoyingly tight tie.

“Fucking hell,”

Panting, you jolted apart as a third voice spoke. Turning, you saw the red-headed Shelby standing in the doorway, his face flushed red and his blue eyes blown dark as his trousers tightened.

“You just gonna stand there and watch, mate?” Isaiah asked, smirking as he brushed his thumbs over your nipples. You squeaked, before calling over your shoulder.

“You’re very welcome to join us,” you smirked, tipping your head back in ecstasy. Finn seemed rooted to the ground for a moment before isaiah nodded and you smiled warmly, standing up and beckoning him over. Slowly, he approached you, Isaiah coming to your side.

“Should I... Er... take my clothes off?” Finn asked and you had to suppress a laugh. Isaiah slung his arm over Finn’s shoulder and grinned at him. “Of course, Finn. We’d never be able to ruin YN if we were both fully dressed, would we?” You smirked, sitting back on the sofa and watching as they peeled their clothes from one another, stopping here and there to kiss or suck a bruise into a newly revealed stretch of skin.

Smiling to yourself, you swayed up to your now naked men, dropping your silk slip, baring yourself to them. Instantly, Isaiah had swooped down to nip and suck at your breasts, drawing your pebbled nipple into his mouth. In one hand, you held his head; with the other, you reached out for Finn. “Don’t be shy, Finny,” you teased. He gulped and nodded, still very flushed as he walked over to yiu, standing behind you. You grinned and pushed your bum back into him, feeling his hard cock nestle between your cheeks as his fingers caressed your hips, yout thighs, slowly, slowly moving to the place you needed him- or Isaiah- most.

When he pressed his thumb to your clit you gasped, leaning your head back to rest on his shoulder, pressing kisses to his neck as Isaiah worked his way from breast to breast before licking a long stripe up your neck. You quivered, hips jolting slightly.

“Is she soaking, Finn?” Isaiah hummed, rolling your nipple between thumb and forefinger as your knees wobbled. Finn, gaining confidence, dipped his fingers briefly into your slit, before pressing them to your lips. You accepted them eagerly, suckling them gently. “Oh, yeah,” Finn said, grinning.

“YN,” Isaiah said as your tongue flickered over Finn’s fingers. “I’m going to fuck you, alright? And while I do that, you’re going to suck Finn off, okay? Show him what a good girl you are for me, yeah?” You whimpered and nodded.

“Yes, please,” you moaned, kneeling on the carpet. You would definitely have scratches and bruises on your knees. Finn sat in front of you on the couch, his knees wide apart so that you had access to him. Moaning softly, you took his long, slightly thin cock into your mouth, slowly working it down your throat as Finn’s fists clenched in your hair. Totally lost in the sensation of having your throat filled, you didn’t notice Isaiah slowly pumping his cock as he lined up with your slit until he pushed in, his girth stretching you out deliciously as you whined around Finn.

“You’re fucking amazing, YN!” Finn groaned as you resumed your pace of bobbing your head, the head of his cock knocking the back of your throat every time isaiah thrust forward, making you choke and gag slightly. Not that you minded, of course. If anything, it made you whine and squeal and cry out louder, albeit muffled.

“Isn’t she just?” Isaiah grunted as his hips bumped yours, causing your ass to jiggle with each firm thrust. “Hear that, YN? Listen to how good you make me and Finn feel, yeah? Such a good girl for us, taking our cocks so well... s’like you were made to be filled,” Isaiah groaned between phrases as the clenching heat of you, his fingers digging into your hips, sure to leave bruises. You whimpered, nodding as best you could with your mouth full.

“Yeah... fuck! Good girl, YN... so good for both of us...” Finn growled, gritting his teeth as his hips began to rock up. He was close, you noted, feeling the tightening of his balls. “Gonna swallow my come, yn? Be a good girl and- fuck!” Finn let out a shout as you sucked him harshly, eager to taste him. He came with a jolt, shooting down your throat, arching his back off the couch as you swallowed eagerly. When you’d had your fill, you pulled off his oversensitive cock, kneeling up so that your back was against Isaiah’s chest. “Fuck her hard, ‘Siah,” Finn mumbled, panting, eyes locked on you as a dribble of his cum trickled from your mouth. “She’s earned it,”

Isaiah let out a laugh, wrapping one arm around your middle, the other reaching to grab your throat as he pistoned his hips, fucking you relentlessly in your kneeling position. Mouth now considerable empty (apart from the lingering taste of Finn) you allowed yourself to yell out, crying out Isaiah’s name as you knelt before him, eyes cast upward as if worshipping, when in reality it was your boys who were worshiping you with their eyes, bodies, hands and tongues as you cried out your hymn of ecstasy.

Isaiah trailed a lazy hand down to the apex of your thighs, rubbing broad circles on your clit as his cock hit your sweet spot repeatedly. Finn watched with heavily lidded eyes as your eyes rolled back and Isaiah stuck his now slick fingers into your mouth which you accepted eagerly, muffling your strangled cries as you came hard, feeling Isaiah fill you with his seed.

Gasping and floppy, you tumbled forward, head on Finn’s thigh as you caught your breath. “You okay?” Finn murmured, pushing your hair out of your blissed out face.

“Yeah, you?” You panted. He nodded, before turning to Isaiah.

He clambered onto the couch, pulling you with him to sit on his lap, your legs draped over Finn’s lap. With a lopsided grin, he stared at you both. “Never better,”

[murderousginger]

Running

Finn Shelby x reader

Warnings: language. They're criminals guys, they do bad things.

Word count: 1,111

This song requested by anon.

"I like fucking everything."

That's what he had told the pretty Chinese girl before she put a gun to his head. He hadn't liked that.

"I'm alright," he had panted. "She fired into the ceiling."

He was anything but alright. The fear and adrenaline coursed through him missed with the coke, making the run to the pub feel like he teleported. His lungs burnt and his head spun and all he could feel was fear burning into anger. His brain was off.

When he got to the pub and his brothers stopped him from blowing off the Chinaman's head, he was lost. Confused. Pent up. Angry.

He had been a runner for his brothers all his life, so he did what he knew. He ran.

He hadn't had a destination in mind when he left the pub, he really hadn't. But you made sense. You had known him his entire life and had grown up with him and his lifestyle. You knew what happened, even if you weren't always happy about it. He trusted you like no other.

Finn burst through your door that afternoon like he normally did, but you realized something was off right away. He was the only other person with a key, so you didn't move from your couch or look up from your needlework when you heard the door unlatch and burst open.

"'lo Finn," you called, amused as always by your friend.

You had a long history of Finn refusing to let you have boundaries 'for your own protection.' If you had a secret, he knew of it. If a man was interested in you, Finn had to vet him. It was endearing as much as it was grating at times, but you also knew that you could easily be a liability for the Blinders and for your own health if you tried to keep secrets. You were a vault of secrets of information about the Shelbys and the Blinders, and Finn was only trying to keep his closest friend safe.

You barely had time to look up and move your project from your lap when a disheveled, sweaty Finn hurled himself at you on the couch. You let out a small yelp before you giggled and put your hand through the top of his hair as his arms wrapped around your midsection and he buried his face into your lap. He was shaking as he wrapped himself tighter around you, breathing in your scent with shaky breaths. You frowned as you began smoothing his hair.

"Finn, what's wrong?" You asked, fear starting to course through you. You had only seen him this scared a few times, and most of them dealt with death. Rather than answer, he buried his head in your skirts farther.

"Finn you're scaring me," you said as you began to tremble in his grasp. You grabbed his chin to lift his face to yours, meeting his bloodshot blue eyes.

"I thought I was dead," he mumbled before his lips crashed into yours, toppling you backward as he crawled over you and peppered you in kisses. "The Chinese sent a whore to put a gun to my head for business with Tom, and she shot the ceiling, and I ran to the pub and shot the ceiling, and I thought I was dead."

His lips found yours again and you kissed like he was trying to lose himself in you. Your mind was mud, thick with information that wouldn't process with your best friend's lips making you feel such heated feelings.

You had always had feelings for your friend, but also knew his life and lifestyle wasn't exactly friendly for real feelings. He had only come to you like this once before when his brother had died. You were both mourning and found comfort in each other that night but when the day broke you had pretended like it was all a fever dream that never happened. You were friends. But now he was kissing you like this again in the middle of the afternoon and muddying your thoughts.

You relished his kiss for a moment, enjoying his urgency and need of you. But guilt set in and you pushed him back a moment as you felt his hands start to clamber up your dress to warm skin.

"Finn," you said slowly in an exhale, trying to calm yourself as you met his wild blue eyes. "Do you actually want to kiss me, or are you trying to forget your head?"

He froze, his wild eyes focusing on you as his hands stopped clambering for your skin. He let out a heavy shaking breath as he reluctantly took his hand off your bare thigh and sat up, giving you space. You immediately regretted your question as you sat up beside him.

"Sorry," he said sheepishly as he ran a hand through his hair. "I shouldn't have pushed myself on you, I should have--"

"No, it's--"

"I was such a fuckin' animal," he berated himself as he started pacing the floor, building up steam again. "To think I could just walk in here and attack you like that--"

"Finn-"

"--it's fuckin' dispicable, no matter what just happened," he continued. "I'm pathetic to think--"

"Finn," you said sternly, making him snap to full attention in front of you. "Sit. Down."

Finn immediately did as you said, letting his brain go on autopilot when a sharp tone was used on him. You knew the reaction was ingrained in him thanks to his brothers, but you hated to use it. You let out a sigh as you took his hand.

"Now," you said as you tried to gather yourself. "Finny, why did you come here? Really?"

"I-" he stuttered, wrapping your hand in his. "I dunno. I didn't think. I just ran and here I was."

"I'm here for you, Finny," you said reassuringly. "I just need to know what you need. You need to talk to me about what's in your head."

"I just--" he started. "I was afraid. I didn't think of where to go. I just showed up here."

"So do you need a friend or a shag?" You said bluntly, irritation creeping in. "I'm not waiting here for when your whores are unreliable. I'm worth more than--"

"You're worth more than all the snow and guns in the world," Finn said as he scooped your face in his hands. "I came here without a thought because I know I'm safe with you, love. I don't need a fuck, I just need you."

"Finn Shelby you should have said it sooner then," you said breathlessly as you tackled him to the couch.

[evita-shelby]

Oh hello!! If you need more reader inserts would you maybe be interested in a Finn x female reader insert idea? I have you totally don't have to be! Maybe it's like the reader was Michael's younger friend from when he was Henry or maybe Mike use to watch her while their parents went out together (and she's like Finns age so only like 5 years younger than Mike) And after Mike left they lost touch (ie he basically pretended they all didn't exist) even though the reader looked at him like a brother figure. And now she's like 19/20 and somehow ended up unwillingly engaged to old an a-hole in London who just happens to be Tommy's new business partner. So when the family comes to meet this guy they are surprised to see such a young girl who is apparently being married to this guy older than Polly. And even more surprised is Mike who recognised reader (who's ignoring him) and gets pissed at the guy and somehow manages to convince Tommy to get the guy to "add her as part of the deal" (eew, but like it's only to get her away from pervert Petey the elder) and instead of the reader marrying the old guy, the blinders will give him more stock/goods and she'll "marry" one of their own (Finny) instead. So it ends up being like Her and Finn end up bonding while the family is still working with/screwing over the guy and they have to pretend they are going to get married (b/c the family won't actually force her) but they actually end up falling in love by then end. And maybe like the pair also come to confide together like Finn talking about how he doesn't always like the family business and her talking about how she was hurt by Mike leaving and now showing up "pretending" he cares (but he actually does still). And yeah, sorry if that was long it's basically Finn Shelby x reader with a "fake arranged marriage to actually lovers trope" with a little bit of platonic Michael x reader with "found family-strangers-frenemies-maybefriends?again" trope! And again it's just an idea and you totally don't have to do it!! Have a great day!!

Thanks for the idea, its gonna be multipart series and the first part is already up

Henry's sister

[novashelby]

The Balls in Our Courts-Chapter Seventeen

Pairing: TommyxOCxFinn

Warning: THIS CHAPTER....I do NOT write underage SMUT for sexual gratification. Disclaimer, I do not support or condone the actions of these characters. There is no sex between adult and minor. However, some of Tommy's actions are questionable and may be triggering. PLEASE, PLEASE refer to the tags on Ao3 and the master list of my Tumblr. He is DARK!Tommy 100%

BUT his actions need to happen for the next part of Amelia's story to connect.

Chapter Summary: We love Finn...We are here for Finn. Unlike canon Finn.

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[moral-turpitudes]

ong head canon of moving to small heath and being known for being in another gang and falling in love with finn!! thank u if u do it!!

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Trigger Warnings: None really.

Headcanon Pair: Finn Shelby x Reader

A/N: Hope this doesn’t suck too bad, no matter how many times I make headcanons I end up making them like lil oneshots lmao.

Okay so you’d be kind of like a messenger for the infamous Billy Kimber and his men. He’d hire you because he took a liking to how you worked around the tracks in London and always managed to be the person who didn’t rat on him when he’d fuck up the races. So he decided to hire you one day which brought more money in and got you acquainted with weapons.

But since Kimber always had something up his sleeves, he had the bright idea for you to move to Small Heath to keep an eye on the blinders who were causing him trouble.

After a while of living there and discreetly observing the gang in bars and outings, you eventually reported back enough interesting things to pique Kimber’s interest.

But one day Kimber called you in and said you were joining them for a meeting, not knowing you’d be face-to-face with the men you’ve spied on for months.

When Finn first saw you with them, he almost did a double take. Like he’d look back at where he remembered you’d sat in the garrison, and whip his head back to you. His brow raised as he tried to piece together how someone like you would be working for a man as deplorable as Billy fucking Kimber.

Tbh y’all would probably eye-fuck each other, knowing that any known interaction between the two of you would be grounds for a stand-off. But being the younger members of your respected gangs, you’d find ways around that.

You were especially good at finding places to meet, often wearing unsuspecting clothes so it wouldn’t be as obvious you worked for a man of money and such.

Finn would be paranoid af though, constantly looking over his shoulder since his brothers ran the streets.

Since he’s a newbie with the whole killing thing, you’d get a kick out of showing him how to shoot, knowing that his brothers would bug him about it on later missions and how he’d have to lie and say Isiah taught him.

Even though a lot of the relationship would be in secret though, you were eventually found out after tensions at the track one day.

This ended up putting both of you at risk, making Finn frantically meet you one day outside your apartment.

“Y/N you have to stay here, Kimber and his men are coming and it’s not safe.” He said, making you chuckle.

“I think I know what to expect Shelby. I’ve worked with the man for years. I’ll stay here but only because I love ya.” You’d say, pecking him on the lips before he went off towards the garrison. His gun loaded and peaked cap on as you nervously watched from your window.

It was a classic stand-off in the middle of the street. Your boss strolling in with all of his men, most of them old good-for-nothing horse trainers and men who had a mean-streak.

It was amusing, watching your boss get torn into by the Shelby clan, but even though he’d been downright miserable to listen to, he was still the one who paid your bills. So when things got tense and Thomas shot him in the head, your heart sank a little.

If that wasn’t awkward enough, you eventually had to meet the family of the young man you loved knowing that it probably wouldn’t go over well.

“So you’re telling me you’ve been tracking us the whole time? And-and Finn...sweet Finny-boy...you’ve been sneaking off with a member of Kimber’s gang this whole time?” Arthur would drunkenly ask.

“Guess they’re right for each other. Never bloody knew.” Polly would say, shaking her head with a slight smirk, knowing you were never really a threat, just a messenger for the man.

It would probably be chill after this, but you would always feel like Thomas would be a tad bit paranoid if he wasn’t paranoid enough already. Knowing he doesn’t like it when people know his gangs business.

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Gone, But Not Forgotten

Pairings- Finn Shelby x Shelby! Reader, Shelby family x Shelby reader

Word count- 2,234

Warnings- Description of mental illness, implied/referenced self-harm, it’s the 1920s, so people not understanding mental illness, let me know if I messed any. Not proofread.

A/N- So, rather than writing what I’ve been asked to write, I wrote this-big thanks to my mum for naming this for me. The mental illness depicted in this is based off of my own struggles with mental health and I tried to dial down so I don’t offend anyone. Anyway, with that all said, I really hope you enjoy!!

“The forgotten Shelby” that’s what I was; that’s all I was. Finn Shelby’s twin, was another thing people would call me, no one would just call me (Y/N) Shelby. At least everyone that said that remembered I was Shelby though. Tommy was having a big party for Lizzie’s birthday; everyone was invited. Everyone except me. I found out about the party while I was at Garrison, some strangers sitting next to me were talking about it. Finn didn’t even tell me. Finn and I used to be inseparable. Now I was all alone.

I pushed everyone away, I pushed my friends with away; I pushed my family away. I never wanted to loose them, though, not really. I just... I couldn’t help myself, for some reason, I felt as though I didn’t need them; I never could control my emotions. I was always getting in trouble in school for my emotional outbursts, but I couldn’t stop it from happening. They’d change all the time, my emotions. Sometimes I felt the same emotion for a day, sometimes my emotions would change every hour.

I hadn’t talked to my family in three months when I heard a knock at my door. I opened it to see my twin, Finn, standing there.

“Hey, Finn,” I grumbled. I was happy to see him, but I’d been living off the last pay-check Tommy had given me. I left school two years after Finn did so both of us couldn’t do anything but go into the family business. But it’d pushed them away; they wanted nothing to do with me.

“(Y/N),” He breathed out. “How are you? What’s been going on in your life? Are you-“ He cut himself as he looked behind me. The place was disgusting. I knew that. I just couldn’t motivate myself to clean it. “(Y/N/N)... what the fuck happened?” Despite his wording, his voice was soft and full of concern.

“I... I just couldn’t clean. I mean, physically I could, but I just couldn’t get myself out of bed to do so; I didn’t have any reason to,” I murmured embarrassed that he’d seen the pigsty I’d been living in. “I-I’ll clean soon though. I had to get up to answer the door, so I’ll clean a little today.” I gave him a sad smile but he didn’t return it.

“I never realised it was this bad...”

“What?”

“Your mind. Whatever the fuck’s going on in the head of yours; I didn’t know it was this bad.” I moved to try and block the sight of my home from him even though he’d already seen it.

“Why are you here, Finny?” Finny, the same thing I’d called since I first learnt to talk.

“To invite you to Lizzie’s birthday, but... (Y/N), you can’t live like this.” His eyes stared into mine; into my soul. I could not only hear the concern in his voice, but I could see it in his eyes as well. I didn’t want that. I didn’t want to be a burden.

“I’m okay, Finn. I’m alive, aren’t I?” I giggled, but stopped when I realised he didn’t find it funny.

“Being alive doesn’t mean you’re fine! Pack some clothes, you’re coming to stay with me.”

“Oh no, Finny, I don’t want to bother you,” I mumbled, looking at the ground.

“You’re my twin. You’re not bothering me, just let me help you. Please?” He begged. He was begging to help me. I didn’t deserve his help, but I needed it.

“Okay, Finny. Wait here, I’ll pack a bag.” I walked into my bedroom, grabbing a duffel bag I’d stolen from John a while back, and stuffed the few clean clothes I had left inside it. Walking into the bathroom, I grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste, then I spotted my stash of razor blades I collected as a child. When I was younger, I would steal the blades my brother would sew into their caps; they always thought they’d misremembered grabbing them. At first, it was just to be a nuisance, but, eventually, it was to cut myself. My brain screamed at me to leave them behind. But I couldn’t. I grabbed them, stuffing into the front pocket of my duffel bag and walking to Finn’s flat with him.

I looked around the small room Finn said was now mine. It wasn’t bad; it was was nicer than the room he and I shared growing up.

“Thanks, Finny.” I smiled at him, carefully placing my bag down to make sure the blades couldn’t be heard.

“No problem, (Y/N/N).” He smiled back at me. “So... are your coming to Tommy’s?” He asked carefully.

“No.” I couldn’t face Tommy, the head of the family. Finn was my twin, he was fine, but the rest of them? They’d hate me, I was sure of it.

“Why not? They wouldn’t be mad.”

“Finn, they’ll hate me; I was horrible to them.” I started to hyperventilate and I didn’t know why, it just happened and I couldn’t stop it. “Th-they-they.”

“(Y/N), calm down. Breathe, (Y/N/N),” Finn cooed, trying his best to calm me down, but it wasn’t that easy.

“I can’t-I can’t,” I gasped out.

“Yes you can, you just have to do it slower.” He grabbed my hand, placing it over his chest so I could feel his slow heartbeat. “Breath with me, okay?” There was panic in his eyes, but he trained his voice well so that I couldn’t hear it. He took deep, exaggerated breaths. It took awhile, but, eventually, my breathing started to calm and the tears in my eyes cleared up.

Finn didn’t say anything as he walked over to my new bed, lowered himself and gently pulled me into him. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into his warm embrace. I had been so long since I last saw another person, let alone got a hug off someone. I missed all of my family, but I missed my twin the most, I clung to him like he’d disappear if I let go.

“You okay?” Finn asks, finally letting the worry and concern flood his voice.

“Yeah... thank you, Finny,” I smile up at him. After a moment of silence, I spoke up again, “please don’t make me go, Finn.”

“You don’t have to go, (Y/N/N). I just thought you would want to, that’s all.” One of his hands started to smooth through my hair; Polly used to do that when we were younger.

“I’ll see them soon, it’s just... it’s a party, loads of people will be there and don’t think I can cope with that; you’re the first person I’ve seen in months, Finn, that was overwhelming enough.” I lower my gaze to the floor, embarrassment rushing through my body at how bad I got.

“Fuck, (Y/N)... I never realised it was that bad,” Finn mumbles and tightens his embrace. I hate that he’s pitying me, I know why he is but I hate it.

“It’s okay; I’m okay,” I replied. I’d gotten so you used to saying that I’m fine, it’s hard-wired into my brain.

“No, (Y/N), you’re not okay! If you were okay you wouldn’t have been living like that!” Finn exploded, he couldn’t hold it in anymore. I felt tears burning in my eyes.

“Fuck sake,” I cry, rolling my eyes. I’m sick of crying! Sometimes I can’t cry at all, and other times I can’t stop crying. It’s a fucking nightmare.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I should’ve shouted, I’m sorry,” Finn frantically apologies. I shake my head, curling in on myself.

“No, no, I need to my shit together! I’m so fucking useless!” I shouted, beginning to claw at my arms. “Fucking worthless piece of shit,” I mumble to myself. Suddenly, there are hands on my wrists, holding them together to stop be scratching.

“Stop it, (Y/N/N), you’re scaring me,” Finn spoke as tears begin to fill his eyes. I thrash against him trying to free myself, but it’s not working, he’s too strong.

“Let me go!” I scream. The front door opens, but I don’t realise, far too focused on freeing myself to care about who’s coming into Finn’s flat. “Get the fuck off of me!” I feel my throat ripping as I scream bloody-murder.

“Please! Stop it, (Y/N)!” Finn begs as two men enter to room. My twin’s pleas land on deaf ears, all I know in this moment is anger; all I know is that I have to get free. I fight and fight until something hits me on the back of the head and I black out.

My eyes flutter open, trying to adjust to the light. Looking around I see my family. Finn standing at the other end of the room, his cheeks stained with now dry tears; he looks scared as our eyes meet. Guilt overwhelms me, filling up my body until tears start cascading down my cheeks. Next to Finn stands John, one arm wrapped around Finn’s shoulders with a look of worried and perhaps guilt on his face. Polly sits next to me, her gaze upon the floor, shame and guilt paint her face too. Ada, I can’t see her face, she’s looking at some flowers placed on a dresser. The flowers look sad though, perhaps Ada does too. Arthur fights back tears as he looks at me, gripping onto Linda’s hand tightly, arguably too tight. And Tommy, he looks angry, or maybe neutral, I can never tell the two apart. Either way, he’s leans against the window looking at me. Lizzie sits on the bottom of the bed, looking up at me with sad eyes, she sends me a pitying smile as we lock eyes.

“Finny,” I croak, my throat still sore for my screaming.

“Don’t.” Tommy looks at me. Angry. He’s definitely angry. I don’t want him to be angry. “Don’t fucking speak to him; you terrified him,” His voice isn’t loud, but it’s not happy. Fuck, I fucked up again! I always fuck up! I try to hit myself, but I can’t move my arms, looking up I see that they’ve tied my arms to the bed.

“(Y/N),” Finn speaks shakily. “W-we had to, y-you we’re out of-of control.” My heart shatters at thought of Finn being scared of me.

“I didn’t mean to,” I murmur quietly, they won’t listen to me but it’s true, I don’t want to hurt them.

“I-I know.” Finn says softly.

“No, no that’s not enough.” Tommy’s stern voice cuts in again. “First, you cut us all off, and now you act like that? What the fuck is wrong with you? Eh?” I feel myself start to panic, a sudden weight on chest makes it hard to breath and it’s only getting heavier like someone in slowly but surely pushing it down until it crushes.

“I-I d-don’t know, I d-don’t-“ I cut myself off, unable to form the words.

“For fuck sake, (Y/N)! Stop that!” Tommy demands, but it only makes it worst. I just want to curl up in a ball, but I can’t because I can’t get my hands free.

“Tom, stop! Shouting makes it worst!” I think I hear Finn say, but he’s sounds so far away. I pull at the ropes tying me to the bed. Just have to get free. Just have to get free. Finn, seeing me panic and realising no one was gonna help, rushes over. “(Y/N/N), it’s Finny. Listen to me, yeah?” I can hardly hear him, but I try to focus on his voice. “I know it’s hard, but you need to try to calm down, okay? Stop pulling on the restraints and I’ll undo them, okay?” I nod slowly. “Good, that’s good.” He keeps talking as he unties the ropes. Repeating his action from earlier, he places my hand over his chest and takes long, deep breaths. I copy him as best I can until, finally, I calm down. I threw my arms around him, catching him off guard. It took a few seconds but he hugged me back.

“I’m so sorry, Finny!” I cry, but he just hushes me, rubbing my back soothingly.

“It’s okay, (Y/N). I know you didn’t mean to,” He coos softly, one hand reaching up to run his fingers through my hair. I hate myself for what I put him through, I hate myself for what I put my family through... but I can’t control it.

“I’m sorry, Finny. I don’t want you to be scared of me, I love you, you’re my brother. Please, please don’t be scared of me. I don’t mean it!” I beg and cry and plead. Finn doesn’t know how to deal with me, but he knows a lot more than anyone else does. As I cry and I beg and I plead for forgiveness, he grants it. When I promulgate my love for him and the rest of my family, he says he understands; he says he loves me too. He squeezes me with his comforting arms that provide security and safety. Crying into his arms I feel the judgement radiating from everyone else, but Finn seems to understand better than most, better than me sometimes.

The rest may not understand, they may not want to, but Finn. Finn understands, he wants to understand me more than he already does. He wants to be there for me, he wants to help me, he wants to safe me.

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Kismet

Requested: No

Paring: Shelby!Sister Reader x Isaiah

Words: 5624

Summary: For a year now, you had a secret relationship with Isaiah and even when he is still in the same room with you, you can’t stop feeling lonely. It’s not that you don’t love him anymore, it more about the weight of the secret you have to carry. But with Tommy as you big brother you can’t risk, telling the truth or your man might get shot.

Note:

I was in the mood for a Shelby!Sister reader x Isaiah and it turned out to be way longer than I expected it... and I even cut out dialog... So here it is!

It’s also flavored with Junior Peaky Boys fun at the beginning. And I was inspired by my homegirl’s one shot called star and my story is an addition to hers, it’s the same night, but Bonnie has some other adventures than the reader and Isaiah.

Somehow I feel like everybody is a little ooc, but I couldn’t correct it.

Requests and tag list are still open, feel free to dm me or send me an ask.

tagging: @bonniesgoldengirl​ @justalonelyslytherin​ @theshelbyclan​ 

Warning: swear words, drinking, binge drinking, gambling, a hinted smut and a sweet ending

It was one of those nights, nothing special, just the usual fellows around the same table in the Garrison.  You had fun nevertheless. All your friends were right there, you had enough to drink and you had a luck hand today. The cards seemed to work in your fortune.

Deviously smiling you revealed your hand. You just had won this round and it gave you unholy amounts of satisfactions. “Ha”, you cheered: “Suck it up.”

Your friend shrugged and shoved his coins in your direction. All he said was a very grumpy “There you go”, but it pleased you.

You took the money and peaked around the corner. Where was Michael with the drinks? He was like a brother to you, but he was just your cousin. Maybe it was because you were born just two months before his older sister, Anna. Even though, she was gone Michael came back to his real family and now you were closer than ever. You cared for him, more than your siblings did.

But that didn’t mean you wouldn’t hit him, if he just left the bar to fuck with some random girl. It was not about him having sex, more about leaving without telling anybody. Especially when he was supposed to get drinks for the table. You moaned and said: “Where is Michael?”

“Probably doing somebody”, Isaiah joked and lit a cigarette. Then he offered you one and you took it gladly. Actually, you bit your lip and gave him the side-eye, but you had to hide your smile in front of the others. Bonnie and Finny weren’t the smartest boys in Small Heath, but you wouldn’t risk it.

You had so much fun with Isaiah that you didn’t even know when it started. Months passed by, while you were completely caught up in your little game with him. Nobody knew it. That was mainly Isaiah’s fault. At first it amused you to keep your relationship with him secret, but now you were ready to tell your family about it. Your boyfriend didn’t like the idea.

Somehow you thought Michael started to notice. He gave you the glace, which said: “I know, dear”, but maybe you were just getting crazy. You just had to be more careful around others now and everything was fine.

The night was still young and you were keen to make Bonnie lose all his money today. He had won the boxing match earlier and the bruises were still visible, but unfortunately for him, he couldn’t win against you. It was just a card game, but it filled you with gleeful joy. This and the fact that Isaiah was sitting next to you. Sometimes he would brush your thigh with his fingers, which made you giggle even more.

“There he is”, yelled Finny while being so fucking drunk, like you never had seen him before. Michael arrived with messy hair and his tie was undone, but he had your drink and that was all that you care for. “Finally”, you fluted and ripped the glass of his hand: “Thank you, babe.”

And the whiskey was still cold, which meant he fucked the girl first and ordered the drinks afterwards. “How was she? Good?” you asked before you took a sip from your whiskey. You weren’t a lightweight when it came to drinking, maybe not as well as Arthur and John, but you could tolerate much more than Ada and Finny. Your little brother was so drunk, he looked like his head was all empty and yet filled with bullshit.

Michael sat down next to you and answered: “Mhh, she was okay, but she talked too much.” Then you felt the weight of a hand on your thigh again. A shiver rushed down your spine, but it was the wrong side. Your cousin had put his hand on your knee. “Everything alright, Y/N?”

You nodded. “Yeah, everything is perfect”, you blabbered hoping he wouldn’t keep asking questions, but he did. “Don’t be so worried, every time I’m with a girl. I know you’re still a virgin, but you can get some too. Tommy wouldn’t be against it.”

How wonderfully wrong he was. Neither were you a virgin nor would Tommy be okay with this. After all, you were his little sister and he wouldn’t accept the guy, you were sleeping with. Of course, Isaiah was a friend of the family, but after the whole thing with Ada and Freddie you had something to worry about.

The best snarky comeback was right on the tip of your tongue, but you couldn’t say it without letting something slip. ‘What gives you the idea I’m still a virgin?’ And yet you were silent as the guy who fucked you, sat right next to you. You felt trapped and decided to go straight forward. “Yes, he would. You know it and everybody in Small Heath knows it.”

“Oh whatever”, Michael mumbled: “Just drink enough and you eventually forget about it.”

You grinned and emptied your drink. “Fuck it, let’s play some cards. I’m not done with Mr. Gold over here.”  Then you took the cards and dealt them to start the next round.

Much later that night when you brought Finn back home and went straight back to the pub, in front of the entrance, you stumbled into Bonnie. “Is there a reason why you’re smirking?” you asked him. He was gleaming red and smiling like an idiot.

Then you remembered. “The singer, right?” Bonnie nodded and his grin got even wider. “You talked to her?” Again he gave you a silent answer. You grabbed his arm and pulled him back inside. He was a lot heavier than you thought, but then again, you were just a girl and he was a boxer.

Sometime it was weird to only have male friends, it just happened. Maybe it was because of your brothers. Maybe that’s why you never acted like a proper girl. Of course you felt like a woman and you liked your body, but in your eyes it was so much easier to talk to guys.

“Eyy, where did you found him?” Michael slurred and helped you to put your friend on a chair again. With your hands finally free you had the chance to explain. “Found him outside. I don’t know what he did there, but he talked to the singer.”

Both, Isiah and Michael nodded. It was only logical for Bonnie to freak out after it talking to her. He was there every Friday night looking for the singer and now his brain seemed to melt, just because she said something to him. But neither of you knew, what she said exactly. Maybe this was a problem for another night. It didn’t look like Bonnie was able to answer.

So you ordered some more drinks and sat back down again. In this separate room, which was reserved for your family, it was almost too tempting to get close to your boyfriend again. Isiah looked so good that night and it hurt to be unable to touch him… or to kiss him. But you would be satisfied with just holding his hand now.

It was a curse; you knew it soon after you realized that you loved him. He was handsome, charming and a loyal friend. There was no better man for you, even though you wished you could be together in public. And again you bit your lip and moved your chair away from him.

But you couldn’t think about this anymore, it was too frustrating and luckily somebody else caught your attention. It was Bonnie who mumbled very quietly: “I think she kissed me, but it could be a dream as well. It felt so surreal.”  You padded his shoulder and nodded to underline your compassion.

It was just the same with Isaiah. Whenever you two were alone, it was amazing and beautiful. He was so soft and romantic and he just made you happy. But every time you woke up and he was gone, the sweet scenery shattered. And out in public it was getting annoying to find excuses to be with him or getting away, so you could spend some time alone with him and you had to lie to your whole family about your whereabouts. Slowly it became exhausting.

There was nothing you could do about it, so you just drank your whiskey and talked with the boys about Bonnie’s singer and the girl Michael had. It was so easy for them to display their relationship in the public, but of course you didn’t have this privilege as a girl. Apparently, you needed to be protected. Or so it has been explained to you. You wasn’t concerned for your safety but for your freedom. Tommy said it was his job as your big brother to care for you, even if it felt like he was controlling you. You have always been the wild one among your siblings and everything was fine, until your mum died and your dad left. Then Tommy was in charge and sometimes his opinions would vary from yours, which led to fights. And yet you feared what he might do, if he found out about your secret.

All the sudden Bonnie fell from his chair and you groaned. Now somebody had to bring him home as well. First Finn and now him… but why they couldn’t take the whiskey today? You weren’t nearly as drunk as them, but still.

Isaiah stood up and picked his friend up. “I’m taking him home. I’ll be right back”, he said, before leaving.

Now Michael and you were alone. It wasn’t what you wanted. The only thing you could think of was smooching the sweet lips of your boyfriend. You were caught up in your little fantasy, when your cousin woke you up again. “Isaiah is acting weird lately.”

“Oh… really? I didn’t notice”, you replied: “He seemed normal to me.” Your hand grabbed the fringe of your dress. Talking about him made you nervous.

Michael moaned and fumbled for his cigarettes. He put them out, you took one and he turned his between his fingers, when he added: “I don’t know, maybe I’m getting paranoid, but I think he is hiding something from us.” Then he lit his cigarette and took a drag from it.

You inhaled sharply and stared into the void for a second, before answering: “Don’t be silly, he is just as loyal as ever.” Then you laughed and Michael joined in. “Yeah, you’re probably right. I just needed to get this off my chest.”

The rest of the conversation went just like usual. You chatted, you bickered and you had fun. While the bell already announced the new day, Isaiah came back.

In this tiny glimpse of a moment you couldn’t hide your smile and he reciprocated. Actually, you were just waiting for Michael to leave now. It was your plan all along, but patience has never been your strong suit.

It took three more rounds for Michael to say goodnight. “Take care of her, will you?” Isaiah nodded. When Michael finally grabbed his jacket and headed to the door, you felt unbelievably excited. Your fingertips slapped a melody on the table, while you watched him leaving. The door shut and now you had what you longed for all night.

You turned around and looked at him. Gosh, waiting felt like an eternity. Now you were the one smiling like an idiot. Slowly Isaiah came closer and his hand pulled you to him for a kiss. “Finally”, you whispered against his lips, before giving him what he wanted.

After you two parted you rested your head on his shoulder. Now you were getting tired as well, but you didn’t want to go to your bed. “I was waiting the whole evening for this”, he moaned and stroked your hair.

The smell of his perfume made you realized how much you missed him too, even though he was with you since you went to Garrison tonight. You moved closer to him and wrapped your arms around him to give him a tight squeeze. Then you signed: “I wish we didn’t have to hide” and buried your face in his shirt.

“Babe”, he replied: “We already had this conversation. It wouldn’t end well. Let’s just enjoy what we have as long as we can.” It hurt, but Isaiah was right. There was no chance Tommy was getting you off the hook, once he knew about it. And no matter how you explained it to him, he would still be against it. You were too young for stuff like that, as if he didn’t fucked Greta, when he was the same age.

You leaned back to see his beautiful face again. There was something in his eyes, a twinkle or something like that, but it always made you feel comfortable. A lick of your lip was enough to purpose the idea of doing something nasty. He knew you since you were children and it was like he could read your thoughts, especially the dirty ones.

Isaiah started giggling and asked: “Hey, babe, I still can cheer you up, right?”

Maybe it was time for some fun, different to the fun you had before with your friends. The word pleasure would describe it well and with his knowing look he gave you so many ideas. You laughed and nodded. “I think it might help when you do the thing with your tongue.”

“Oh”, he responded amused: “Like this?” And then grabbed you for a kiss and god, what a kiss it was. His tongue brushed your upper lip just to enter your mouth and explore it as if it was your first kiss. He even bit your lip playfully and kept going until you couldn’t breathe no more. Your knees started shaking and it was needless to say, he was the best kisser you ever had.

It took you a while to catch a breath again, but then you answered: “Yeah, just like this… But maybe we could go to your place and do a little more?”

He didn’t seem to be so sure about this suggestion. His thumb stroked your shoulder as he held you in his arm. Because he was so quiet for a second, you knew, he thought about this backwards and forwards. “But right when the sun comes up, you have to go back home”, he argued.

Again, Isaiah was right. You should take too many risks. Otherwise you might get caught and neither of you wanted that. All you could do was to shrug and agree: “Just don’t shoo me after we fucked.” There was bitterness in your voice. What wouldn’t you give to wake up next to him every morning?

The pub was almost empty, when you left. You couldn’t hold his hand on the way out. Everybody in Small Heath was Tommy’s spy. Back on the streets a cold wind blew. Now you had an excuse to go near him and he shared his coat with you. Isaiah was always so sweet and caring. You knew you wanted to spend your future with him. There was no other man and you wouldn’t get over him, not now and not in five years.

You even took off your shoes before entering the Jesus household and followed him on your tiptoes to his room. It was completely dark in the house and the silence was haunting, but good for you, you knew the way by now. The excitement made your fingers tremble.

Finally you arrived where you wanted to be the whole day, in his room. Isaiah closed the door as quietly as possible and started smiling. You walked up to him and started to unbutton his shirt. Now you didn’t want to waste any time.

And neither did Isaiah. He was ripping down your dress, which only worked because the straps were so thin. His hands were all over your body and you couldn’t stop kissing every inch of his skin. It felt like magic whenever he touched you. You moaned, when he played with your bare breasts. To silence you he put his thumb on your lips, which you took as an invitation to suck it. Maybe it was mean to tease him like that, but you were desperate for his affection.

An hour later you laid next to him, your head on his chest as he stroked your hair. “You should leave, before we both fall asleep, babe”, he whispered, which caused you to sign. Leaving now was draining, even exhausting. After this wonderful sex, you were too tired to move anywhere, not to the bathroom and certainly not back to your cold bed.

You pouted your lips and tilted your head, so you could give him your puppy eyes and a pretty please with cream and a cherry on top. “Just ten more minutes. Your bed is way comfier than mine.”

He laughed and kissed your forehead. “That’s just because I’m in this bed and you like to use me as your personal giant pillow.” Your fingers hovered about his belly. Even though his muscles weren’t tense now, you could still feel the strength lying beneath his skin.

While your index finger drew circles around his bellybutton, you whined: “Maybe… just maybe that is true, but I still want to lay here for a bit. Otherwise I start to feel like a whore, who only comes for sex and leaves silently afterwards.”  It wasn’t a knock against Lizzie or her job, but you didn’t like the feeling, when you got home and had to find sleep in your own bed. Even though you had a relationship with him, you still felt lonely. Especially when the sun was rising and nobody was by your side.

“You’re not a whore and you know that”, he argued looking a little concerned.

Then you turned on your back and stared at the ceiling. “No, I’m a Shelby and that is probably worse”, you scoffed.

Now Isaiah was silent and had no witty comeback for that. Maybe, because it was true. If you weren’t part of the family, you could be with anyone, whoever you wanted. Carrying the name Shelby was the only reason, why you had to hide your relationship with Isaiah.

After a while he mumbled: “Okay, stay for a while, but you should be back before they open the shop.” By that time you were already half asleep and yet his words made you smile. He wrapped his arms around you, the little spoon and purred like a cat. Just in this position the both of you fell asleep.

Loud steps were coming near the door, but they wouldn’t wake you up. The screaming of Isaiah’s name did. It was a familiar voice and it took you a couple of minutes to notice, it was your brother Finn who shouted and ran down the hall. Suddenly you were wide awake. You startled up and looked around the room. The sun was already up and shining through the window. Then you saw Isaiah, who was just as frightened as you were.

If Finn came rushing through that door, your secret relationship was no longer secret. “I locked the door last night”, he whispered, which was relieving to you, but still no perfect solution for this problem.

Now Finn arrived at the other side of the door and was knocking on it like crazy. “Isaiah, wake up! Y/N is gone. Nobody can find her and Michael said you were the last one with her in the bar”, your brother yelled. You could hear the panic in his voice, but you couldn’t get caught. Not now.

You stumbled out of the bed and collected your clothes, when you heard Isaiah ask: “What are you going to do? You can’t go out there. He will find out.” And you knew your boyfriend wasn’t concerned about Finn, more about Tommy.

The tension in the room was immense. You had to come up with a plan or your brothers would shoot your lover in front of your eyes.

Suddenly you knew what to do. You pushed the pile of clothing to your chest and squeeze it thigh, when you explained in a lower tone: “I’m gonna hide in the wardrobe and then you open the door and go with Finn away. Afterwards I can come out and then I go to the betting shop and tell the others I have fallen asleep on a bench or something.” It was not the best plan, but yet your only option.

Isaiah nodded and you climbed into the cabinet where he stored his shirt and jackets. The second you entered the small wooden space, you knew it was all going down. Call it intuition, call it divination, call it whatever power Polly owned, but you felt it rushing through your body. He closed the door behind you and then you could hear him stumble into his pants.

Only half clothed he unlocked the door to let Finn in. Isaiah was still sleepy. He wasn’t the morning type of person and before he hadn’t had his breakfast he wasn’t really available. Finn strode up and down. You heard is nervous steps. “Everybody is freaking out right now. Polly thinks somebody kidnapped her or worse. I mean, she has always been unratable in her doings, but this time my sister is really going of the edge. It’s already past lunch and nobody has seen her”, Finn explained: “This morning her bed was empty and I thought I shouldn’t worry, but now I’m afraid I should have said something sooner.”

The cabinet was very uncomfortable and yet you tried not to move or to make a noise, which would cause Finn’s attention. However, being in Isaiah’s position didn’t seem to be pleasant as well. He had to lie to his best friend about the whereabouts of his missing sister, knowing she was sitting right here. Isaiah patted his friends shoulder and said nothing.

Finn didn’t calm down and seemed to be upset, Isaiah wasn’t panicking like him. “C’mon, get dressed. We have to look for her. She might be lying somewhere in the dirt. We shouldn’t waste even more time, standing around.” Then he walked to the closet and opened just the door where you had been hiding.

Butt-naked you fell down to the floor and looked up to your younger brother, who had the same face expression as the one time you told him where the babies were coming from. Some when later you would look back at this moment and would have a good laugh about this, but right now it felt like your world was collapsing.

He should have seen you like this and it took you a whole minute to gather the mental energy to get back up at your feet and greet him like it was the normal thing to do in a situation like this. “Hey, Finny, there I am.”

Your brother froze mid movement and stared at you as if you were the first pink elephant the world has seen or a bear riding a bike. Then he broke the silence. “What?”, he winced. There was no anger in his voice, just total confusion.

Finn looked to Isaiah and then back to you. “You screwed my sister?!”

There was no answer to this question.

“How long?” Finn asked: “How long did you hide that from me?”

You glared over to you boyfriend as if you were asking him for permission to say something. Isaiah signed and nodded. There was no point in denying this anymore. It was over.

Now you had to tell the truth. “A couple of months, maybe a year or so”, you croaked and your voice sounded strange. Like it was not your own and even though you dreamt about finally opening up, it shouldn’t have been like this.

Your brother yelled: “A year?! A whole fucking year? Damn, I should be proud because apparently you two are excellent liars with no moral issues… you two deserve each other.” You heard the disgust and disappointment, when he spoke and it broke your heart. Back then, when the whole thing started you though he might be the only one of your brothers to understand you. How wonderfully wrong you were.

“No”, you said under your breath: “Don’t fucking do this to me. I would have told you, if you wouldn’t have run straight to Tommy after you knew. Everybody knows you can’t keep a secret. So don’t act like it was my fault or my mistake, because it’s not. I would have gladly told everybody, I’m like him very much, but you and Tommy and Arthur and John made it impossible for me to even talk with a guy who is not part of the gang. You can’t turn this around and act like you are the victim in all this.”

It was time for you to stand up for yourself and your decisions… and time for you to get dressed. You didn’t seem as responsible as you were when you were still naked and in front of the closed you have been hiding in. Now you knew how wrong it was to lie and hide your relationship, because it wasn’t their concern. It was your life, your body and your choice. Nobody could take that from you and certainly not your brothers. You weren’t afraid of them. All your life you saw how your brothers treated women and you said nothing about it, but this should change right now.

So you stood there, furious and filled with rage, put on your dress and your shoes and said one last thing, before leaving: “This madness has to end.”

You stormed out of the room- not caring for Isaiah or Finn- and heading for the King of Small Heath to throw him out of his high throne. Your hair was a nest and you smelled like a bar after a dirty old night, when you entered the betting shop. Nobody was there, just the regular family members.

Everybody seemed to be relieved to see you again and then came close to hug you. Ada was right next to the door and the first to greet you. “Oh my god, you’re back, sweetie”, she muttered.

Next was Polly who examined your appearance for cuts and other injuries. Of course you had none, besides the hickeys Isaiah gave you. She tried to take a closer look of your neck, but you pulled away, which caused her to ask: “What happened? Where were you all night?”

Now Tommy was coming up to you. His steps were slow, but fierce and the glare in his eyes was pinching. “Just from the smell I would guess, she was with a guy this night”, he scoffed: “She probably had a lot of fun, but now she should say, who that guy was, so we can take actions.” You knew he was addressing you, even though he didn’t phrase it like that.

“I don’t think, this is your business”, you replied with a grin on your face. You wouldn’t back down. Not this time. “But yes, I was with a guy tonight. So you don’t need to worry. I’m completely fine.”

Your older brother led out a little laugh, pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head. “Well, well, well, I don’t care what you think. I’m your brother and it’s my job to make sure you’re safe”, he explained: “And now you tell me who he was.” Ah, past tense, a hint of what was going to happen.

You crossed your arms and tiled your head to give him a dismissive look. “Who said it was your job?” was your comeback, but your brother wasn’t remotely impressed. Neither of you would let the other win. You were too stubborn for this gesture of insight.

Others, including Arthur and John, were somehow intimidated by Tommy’s behavior, but not you. Actually, you learned too much from him to take his shit.  He taught you to help your head up high and how to outsmart your enemies.  Now you could use the same strategies against him.

“Ever since our father left and mom died, you act like you are in charge, but you’re not. We are your siblings, not your pawn, waiting for your command”, you hissed: “I have my own life and I make my own decisions and who I meet shouldn’t concern you.” Slowly your anger grew. It was a boiling feeling in your gut, like you were fueled with fire.

Tommy was getting gleaming red. You had hit the right spot and you knew you would hurt him with your words, but otherwise he wouldn’t understand. The words were stuck in his throat as he killed you with his looks.

Patiently, you waited for his answer. He wouldn’t give you the satisfaction, but silencing your brother was the best thing ever, since he was the reason why you felt miserable lately. “No comeback? No arguments, dear?” You loved to poke his wounds and you did it with a huge smile on your face.

“As if you would listen to me… You even said it yourself. You wouldn’t take my advice”, he responded and bid his lip. “But I don’t need to talk to you to teach you a lesson. You’re too young to fuck around town and I’m going to find the bastard who did this and kill him.”

The door was opened behind you and soon Finn entered the room. You gave your little brother the death glare you were known for. He shouldn’t get the idea he was allowed to talk about what he found out.

You should be raging right now, but all you could do was laugh. His empty threats weren’t as daunting as he thought. With nothing but spite you whistled: “I would love to see you try. I kept this a secret for over a year now and you noticed nothing. And now I can wait another year for you to find him… or I could run away… whatever you prefer.”

Now you’re pushing your luck. Finn could ruin everything, if he just said one wrong word. The palms of your hands were sweaty. It was a dangerous game you played there, but it was not like you could back out of it now. This was road of no return.

Tommy seemed to be more surprised than fuming, when he asked: “You slept with some geezers for a year now?” He respected your talent to keep it under the radar. Everybody who could shirk his rules deserved acknowledgement for putting up with this risk. Maybe he was finally realizing how much you had grown. You weren’t his little kitten anymore.

“No, not geezers, just one guy”, you corrected him: “But yes, that is true.”

You watched Tommy as he walked around the table, heading for the whiskey, while he nodded understandingly. “Mh, so you would say it’s love?”

A sign came from your lips. You already knew the answer, but you weren’t so sure, if you should say this out loud. After all, you didn’t even have a proper talk about this with Isaiah. Silence was filling the room, while you calculated your risks. If you said, you loved him and Isaiah wasn’t as serious about the relationship, you would look like an idiot. Good for you, he didn’t come to the betting shop to witness the fight between you and your brother. Finally you decided to tell everybody: “Yes, I do.”

“Good”, Tommy mumbled while he poured his whiskey: “Then you should have my blessing. Just give us the name now.” He took a sip and seemed to be amused by your embarrassment.

Talking about Isaiah, while he wasn’t present, was weird, but you knew why he stayed in the comfort of his own room. You weren’t mad at him for not running after you. This was your fight and not his. And after all your brothers were a little scary, when it comes to stuff like this.

But you had Tommy’s word now and nothing should happen to your man. You shrugged and rolled with your eyes. The fuss they made about this was still annoying.

Ada patted your shoulder and encouraged you to speak. “Do we know him?” The answer was yes, but it was also the reason, why you struggled to say it out loud.

Even John chimed in and kept pushing: “Yeah, what’s up with this fella?” He was smiling to let you know the mood had changed. Nobody was against you anymore.

“It’s…”, you started and fumbled for the seam of your dress: “It’s Isaiah.”

At first it was dead silence, while the others processed the information, then Arthur and John burst out in laughter. Finn seemed to be relieved, because he would have hated it to keep a secret like this. Your older sister was hugging you a little too tight and even Polly was smiling.

Tommy had a smug on his face when he muttered: “If that’s the case, then you should have your happiness.”

“Isaiah is a fine fella. You will be alright”, hummed Arthur. Apparently everybody was happy with your choice. You just had to stand up for yourself.

It felt like a huge weight was lifted off your shoulders and then you could laugh about it too. But suddenly you remember that Isaiah was still waiting for his death in his room. “I should go and let him of the hook”, you fluted and already went to the door when you heard Tommy said: “Don’t get pregnant or he has to marry you.”

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Reverse Roles-Finn Shelby x Reader

(GIF credit to @amnakanna​)

Requested by anonymous: ‘Hiiiii! Could you please do a oneshot with Finn Shelby being slightly dom in bed? There’s not enough Finn content on this app (your last one was so great btw ❤️)’

Characters: Finn Shelby x Reader, mentions of Shelby brothers

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, swearing, fluff

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"Finn, get off me, someone is going to see." I scolded as my boyfriend's hand traveled a bit too far up my thigh. We were sat in the Garrison, drinking with friends as we usually did on Fridays.

"It's fine, everyone's pissed." he pecked my cheek, but I could see that lustful look in his eyes.

"Well, it's not." I promptly moved his hand."And don't think you can try to seduce me."

He left it at that, though now his arm remained tightly wrapped around my shoulders, so that our bodies might as well be merging together. I knew what he wanted, I wasn't naive. But I was never one to fool around in public, well, not this public anyway. Our group was around a huge table (because of the Shelby amongst us, of course), but that didn't mean we wouldn't get caught. Besides, I wasn't in the mood just yet, and rejecting his advances made me all but too excited for the evening ahead.

I had been Finn's first (he hadn't counted the whore his brother got for him), he hadn't been mine. I had only been with one other boy before, a short but sweet relationship. Two young teens exploring these sudden urges their bodies had to one another. Because of this, I always found myself in charge, just how I like it; getting Finn riled up was the beginning of what would be a tiresome night.

"Finny boy, come on," Arthur appeared, slapping his hands onto Finn's shoulders, making him wince and protest,"you're coming with us."

The table slightly quietened, not wanting to seem like they were eavesdropping, but also not wanting to seem rude and speak over the Shelby's. Their voices were a low murmur, gazes averted. 

"What? No, I'm not going anywhere."

"Fucks sake Finn. First you complain that we don't include you enough, now you're complaining that we're actually taking you places."

"You pick your times though, don't you?"

"Let's go Finn." Tommy simply stated behind Arthur, who swiftly moved out of the way.

Finn groaned.

"Don't worry, you can go with them." I reassured him.

"No, I don't want to."

"Finn-"

Tommy cleared his throat."Right, he's not coming Arthur. Let's go."

"Come on Finn." Arthur slightly pleaded, you could tell he wanted his baby brother beside him.

"No, I'm staying with (Y/N). You two have kept us apart enough."

He wasn't wrong. There were more times than I could count that our plans had been ruined by his brothers. It only seemed they wanted him running errands after he got in a relationship. I knew a majority of the time they actually needed him, but sometimes I could see a glint of humour hidden in their eyes, watching their youngest brother get angry was another joke to them.

"Right, suit yourself then."

They put on their signature caps as they left, the noise from our friends picking up again. Finn frowned, lips pouting as he watched them go. I squeezed his hand to grab his attention, smiling and hoping he would copy.

"They can't keep doing that." he snapped as he downed his drink.

"Let's not talk about it now. Come on, get that smile back your face, for me."

"You know what? I am going to leave, with you." Finn stated, taking my hand to pull me to my feet.

Letting out a yelp, I scrambled for my coat and handbag as Finn started to walk away from the table. My heels clattered clumsily behind him, protests doing nothing to stop him.

" Finn, Finn wait!" I demanded, causing him to finally slow down.

"We've got to keep moving."

"Why? Why are we almost running?"

"Cause if we don't get back to my place soon, I'll have no other choice than to take you right here in the middle of the street."

My breath caught in my throat, shocked by his words. Finn had never said anything like that before, and I couldn't believe the effect it had on me. Letting go of his hand, I practically ripped my heels off my feet, grabbing his hand again and running. We both laughed, at ourselves, at the funny looks people gave us; however, our minds didn't drift away from what we were running to. Finn rarely initiated sex, which I found quite cute, yet charming. After my first time, I realised how I liked it, in charge, it was how I had always been with Finn. Though maybe he was about to change my mind.

Both of us were out of breath as we ran up the stairs to his crummy flat, the only place his family never came to. He struggled with his keys, too eager to get inside. A sound of relief came from us as it finally opened. Almost falling into the hallway, we were eager to rid of our coats and other accessories, eyes meeting as the chaos suddenly dispersed. There we stood, gazing into each others eyes, my heart growing bigger and bigger for him with each passing second. Our minds must have been thinking the same thing, as we both lunged for each other.

We had been locked in a passionate kiss, struggling to detach from each other though wanting to get upstairs. Giggling as I broke away, I ran up the rest of the stairs, hearing his heavy footsteps after me. Quickly hiding behind the door, I jumped out as he ran inside the room, but he was able to take over, practically shoving me onto the bed, trapping me underneath him. He wasted no time getting between my legs, holding back no mercy as he began grinding against me, my hips bucking upwards instinctively.

“Finn,” I moaned between kisses,“whatever has got into you, I like it.”

He said nothing in response, only unbuttoning my dress. Hastily taking it off, I assisted Finn with his shirt, swiftly moving to his trousers. Heavy breathing filled the silence, moans ensuing once we had stripped down to nothing. Finn climbed on top of me, grabbing my knees and spreading them apart; I gasped at the forcefulness, instantly pulling him closer to me. We kissed for a few more minutes, hands wandering all over each other, and I went to flip us over, though found that I couldn’t.

“No, you’re not taking charge tonight.” Finn stated, pinning down my wrists beside my head. 

“Finn, Finn, I need you to take me now.” I whined, writhing beneath him. I could feel him so near me, yet he wasn’t taking any action, frustrating me to no end.

“What did I just say about you being in control?”

I could only moan in protest, trying to free myself from his grip. Finn somehow held me down, he had never been able to do this for long before; however, part of me didn’t want to fight it, just let it happen and see what he was really going to do to me.

“Finn-OH!” I cried out as he thrust into me unexpectedly.

He stayed still for a few seconds, pulling out agonisingly slowly before going back in, this time building up a rhythm, though it still wasn’t quick enough for me. Every time I urged him to go quicker, Finn (being the little shit he is) would slow down on purpose, and the smirk he had on his face didn’t amuse me. He had finally let go of my hands, which had made their way to his back, scratching him unintentionally from the sensation he was causing inside me. We were both grunting, moaning, I could feel myself getting close before he pulled out again, flipping me onto my front. I squealed in delight, ready to prop myself up when he entered again, holding me down by the hips. I clung to the pillow, half of my face pushed into it as he relentlessly thrusted. I didn’t hold back my moaning (more like shouting) as waves of pleasure rippled through me, Finn’s noise level matching mine.

“(Y/N)...ugh.” Finn leaned over me, his chest against my back.

“Finn, please, harder, I’m so close.”

I screamed as I felt myself climax, legs shaking as he kept going. Finn came only a minute later, arms buckling, which made him gently collapse over me. His hot breath fanned over my ear, and I could feel his heart beating rapidly. Our breaths hitched as he pulled out of me, laying side by side now. Finn cuddled up to me, spooning from behind. I took his hand in mine, bringing it up to my mouth to kiss it.

“I love you.” Finn breathed out.

Turning around to face him, I pecked him on the lips.“I love you too. Finn, what came over you?”

“I don’t know. I like when you take control, believe me, but I’ve been wanting to change it up for a while now. Also, my brothers have been stressing me out, I guess this was one way to release it.”

“Well, I for one thoroughly enjoyed it.”

“Did you now?”

“Yes.” I pulled him in for a long kiss.“Please tell me you’ve got some more energy left in you.”

I giggled as he quickly straddled me.“Thought you’d never ask.”

[sleepypeaky]

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Finn shelby x fem reader

request: here are some request ideas just off the top of my head! (3) teenage finn getting his first girlfriend & all his brothers & sister teasing him when they find out. if i can think of anymore i'll send them in! if they're not your thing then there's no pressure❤️

a/n: fidglsjlfk this was so fun to write. also ignore the minor plot changes lfkjd

no one talk about how bad the title is

“You didn’t have to walk me home.” 

“dont be silly, you’re my girlfriend. Besides, this way i can spend a little more time with you.”

You smiled, bringing your hand to hold his. 

“You knowhsst–”

Suddenly you were being pulled into a narrow alley on the side of the street. Finn pushed against you and hid his face from the two men walking by. His brothers, you presumed. He had told you it would be a nightmare if they caught you two, but you thought it couldnt possibly be that bad.

“Is it really that big a deal if they see us?” You asked.

Finn placed a hand on your cheek, “I know it doesn’t look like it, but it is most definitely a big deal.”

“Ok then.” You smiled and shook your head, “But next time give me a little warning first huh?”

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“You’re so pretty, you know that?” He whispered.

You grinned, “I could say the same about you, you know.” 

You brought your hand to draw lines on his bare chest, tracing out shapes from freckle to freckle. Meanwhile he just lay and stared, watching every tiny movement.

You brought your hand up to his cheek and moved closer to kiss him. It was soft and warm. His hands went to your waist and brought you closer–

The door banged open. 

“hey finn where the hell is the–” john stopped dead in his tracks.

Finn shot up in the bed and you squealed and pulled the sheets over your -unclothed- body.

“JOHN WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?” Finn sputtered out.

John’s eyes were the size of saucers as he rambled out, “I needed more booze and your house was on the way and i have a key and haha holy shit finn you little bastard!” He began to laugh. 

“GET THE FUCK OUT!” Finn yelled. Throwing a glass from the nightstand from which john narrowly dodged, running out the door and slamming it behind him.

Finn plopped heavily down again, heart racing. He looked over at you.

You looked back at him with wide eyes, and bit your lip. 

“Well, i guess the secrets out.”

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The next morning Finn left Artillery square early. He had devised a plan last night: he was going to kill john– and then you said that was impractical, and that he should just talk to him before he told anyone.

So he was off to find john. Which turned out to be easy enough, as when he entered the watery lane house kitchen, practically the whole fucking family was sitting there eating breakfast.

Finn stood still and silent in the doorway, trying to eel out the situation- or rather knowledge level- of the room.

“.........mornin’“ He said, his voice very small.

Various nods and mumbles, none very excited, filled finn with an overwhelming sense of relief. 

And then John spoke,

“So, finn...” he started. 

Fuck.

“I got a call from your neighbor mrs. o’connor this morning....said that you should uh” -He coughed- “keep it down at night or people will talk.”

He broke down wheezing and pounding the table with his fist, no doubt thinking his made up situation was extraordinarily clever. Ada looked up from her paper with wide eyes and her mouth agape. Tommy, who had come in just before the news, sighed and promptly left the room. Polly swatted at john but nothing could be done. Arthur was no help either.

Finn was bright red.

Well, he thought, this is it. My life is over. I might as well throw myself into the cut.

John was beside himself, Arthur was chuckling.

“We’re very happy for you finn.” Ada said, but even she couldnt let go of the humor of the situation and tried to cover her laugh with her hands.

Finn huffed and walked right out of the room. Maybe i’ll change my name, move to america.

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“Oh come on finn!” Ada called before knocking again. “John is an ass but you know how he is!”

She heard the lock click and the door opened to reveal a very unamused finn.

“Finny dont let him ruin it for you! Now tell me everything!”

Finn sighed.

“oh also,” ada said. “Here is your key back from john. i made sure to confiscate it to prevent any future events.”

Finn chuckled and took the key.

Anyway, eventually the whole family met and loved you. John apologized to you for bursting in. Finn put a deadbolt on the front door. and all was forgiven.

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[merakiaes]

Meeting The Shelbys - Finn Shelby

Pairing: Finn Shelby x reader

Requested:  Yes.

Prompts: None.

Warnings/notes: I probably didn’t make her as shy as you wanted, but I hope it’s alright anyways. Let me know what you think!

Wordcount: 1694

Summary: First time meeting Finn’s family.

“What if they don’t like me.” You whined as Finn dragged you along down the grimy, muddy street, his hand holding onto yours tightly as if to keep you from running away.

He only raised an eyebrow at you, not really seeing what all the fuss was about. Not that you’d expect him to, in the first place. He wasn’t the outsider who was currently on his way to meet his significant other’s gangster family.

“I love you, so why wouldn’t they?” He questioned, as if it was that simple, to which you just scoffed.

“Because I’m a fucking snob, Finn.”

He slowed down his pace, halting in his pulling on your arm and coming to walk by your side instead. “Snob or no snob.” He mused, throwing an arm around your shoulders. “You already talk, fight, drink and fuck like a Shelby whenever you’re with me, so it’s not going to be hard for you to win them over.”

Your eyes widened at his words, looking around in panic to see if someone had heard him, a blush rising to your cheeks and hand coming out to slap his chest out of instinct. “Finn!” You scolded, to which he only laughed.

“What? It’s true, innit?” He raised a careful hand to your head, brushing away some of your curls to inspect one of the many lovebites he’d left on your throat the night before, that you had so desperately tried to cover with concealer to make a good impression on his family.

He smirked. “Leave me absolutely knackered every fucking night, you do. Don’t know where you get all that energy from.”

You could only glare, but still, you couldn’t deny the feeling of your heart picking up speed in your chest. “Don’t let them hear you say that. They’ll think I’m just some common whore.”

“You are for me, though, aren’t you?” He raised an eyebrow simply, smirk only widening.

You scoffed, turning to face back forward as the blush quickly spread from your cheeks to your neck and ears. “Do you want me to hit you?”

He shrugged from your side, clearly having fun with flustering you. “I wouldn’t mind.”

“You’re insufferable, you know that?” You snapped, keeping your gaze forward and doing your best attempt at hiding the obvious affect he had on you by rubbing your arm with his thumb.

“How could I ever forget when you remind me every day?” He chuckled, to which you only gave yet another scoff.

“I hate you.” You muttered.

He poked your side sneakily, shaking his head. “No, you love me.”

A sigh left your lips. “Unfortunately.”

“And I love you, which is why I know they will, too.” He leaned in and pecked your cheek, before yet again pulling you forward hastily as his aunt’s home came into view. “Now come on, we’re here.”

As he walked inside without knocking, you could feel your heart beating harder and harder in your chest the further into the house you got, jumping when the door slammed shut behind you.

You might have been very daring and unafraid in Finn’s presence, but that was just because he had been a shy, flustered mess when you’d first met him, the only person you’d ever met who was shyer than yourself, which gave you the opportunity to finally dominate something. This something being him and your relationship, that is.

But with other people, you were different. Especially strangers. When you, on the rare occasion, met someone under the same circumstances as you had with Finn, them being shyer than you, you were able to show some more confidence and forwardness.

But when it came to rough, intimidating people who just radiated confidence and power wherever they walked, you would crawl back into your shell and stay in the shadows to your best ability to avoid making a fool of yourself.

Today, however, you couldn’t do that, as you were the sole reason for this family dinner, Finn having insisted that you finally meet his family, as he had yours.

Your dad was a very wealthy, respected man, and had always been on good terms with the Peaky Blinders, offering his help in form of protection, security and finance whenever he was needed. This probably should have made you at ease with the whole situation at hand, but you were absolutely shitting yourself.

The second the unfamiliar voices reached your ears you stopped in your tracks, forcing Finn to stop as well as he was still holding onto your hand.

He gave you a questionable glance, and you instantly brought your free hand to rub your arm, cowering back slightly. “Maybe this wasn’t a very good idea.”

“What are you talking about? Come on.”

He tried to tug on your arm, but you just shook your head. “I don’t think I can do this.”

A loud laugh came from the room next to you, and you involuntarily flinched, causing Finn to grow even more confused.

“I don’t get what the big deal is. Your father’s helped us for years.” He was confused.

“Yeah, but that’s him.” You answered in a slightly whiny tone. “He’s strong. He can handle himself.”

Finn raised an eyebrow at this, turning around fully and grabbing your upper arms softly, looking down at you. “You don’t seriously think any of my family would try to hurt you, do you?”

“No, of course not.” You quickly shook your head. “But I just… I don’t want them to dislike me.”

“They won’t.” He reassured you, opening his mouth to speak again. However, before he could get another word out, a loud voice yelled out from the other room.

“Finny boy, is that you?!”

You chewed on the inside of your cheek lightly as Finn gave you a comforting look, taking you by the waist and beginning to steer you to what you guessed was the dining room. And this time you didn’t stop him, hesitantly following his steps as you walked toward the source of the loud voices, his whole family appearing into sight only seconds later.

You were spotted almost immediately as you entered the room, a man with slicked back, blonde hair instantly rising to his feet from the table where all of the Shelbys were already seated, obviously drunk off his head, holding out his arms in a dramatic gesture.

“Ah!” He yelled. “There’s the lass! And she’s a looker, too. Good job, Finny!”

Your eyes widened slightly at his loud voice and behavior, which one of the other men at the table instantly caught. “Oh, sit down, would you, John? You’re scaring her away before she’s even made it through the doorway.”

He then turned to you, blue eyes inspecting you closely, but not in a way that left you uncomfortable. “Please.” He motioned to the two empty chairs at the end of the table. “Have a seat.”

Forcing a nervous smile, you nodded softly, thanking him quietly and instantly scolding yourself in your head for how pathetic you sounded.

Finn pulled out your chair for you to sit down, beside a woman whom you could only guess was their aunt Polly, before sitting himself down beside you, his hand instantly finding yours under the table as he could practically feel the anxiety radiating form your body.

Introductions were made, putting names to all of the new faces, and soon, you were all eating and chatting. Obviously, however, most of the chatting came from John and Arthur, the two not having stopped teasing their baby brother since you sat down.

You didn’t say much, really only speaking when spoken to, but as minutes passed, and with some help from Finn’s thumb tracing your knuckles, you started feeling more at ease, seeing that they were actually just as much of a family as yours, and taking note of the way they obviously tried to keep family and business apart.

Ada was for most part who actually tried to spark up conversations with you, asking about your interests and life.

Polly and Tommy joined in some of the times, pitching in to ask about your father and his business once or twice, while Arthur and John, who were both drunk even though it was barely six in the afternoon, seemed to stay out of the small talk, cutting right to the case and asking about your sex life, much to Polly’s dismay.

Their teasing had left you a flustered mess within the half hour, and Finn was beyond annoyed, snapping at his older brothers to cut it out every time they would start to tease you again.

As they tried for what seemed to be the hundredth time, Tommy finally set his foot down, metaphorically speaking. “Alright, you two.” He addressed his brothers, letting the chicken bone in his hand drop down to the plate. “That’s enough for now.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Arthur only waved him off, before turning to look at Finn at her side, the boy fuming by now. “Picked a quiet one, ay, Finn?”

Before Finn got the chance to answer however, you heard your own voice cut through the air, before the words had even processed in your head.

“Well, it’s not easy to get a word in edgewise when you never stop talking, now, is it?”

While Finn’s lips instantly pulled into a smug smirk, the boy leaning backwards slightly, putting an arm around the backrest of your chair, the others had gone completely silent, which made you realize what you had just said.

Your face flushed red at the realization, opening your mouth to start apologizing. But before you could, everyone started laughing, save Arthur who was still looking flabbergasted.

“I like you.” Polly chuckled, offering the girl a smirk much like the one who was currently etched onto her boyfriend’s face.

John reached over and gave Finn a brotherly shove, still laughing loudly. “Ye, little brother. You did good. You did good.”

And from that moment on, you didn’t fear the Peaky Blinders any longer, instantly relaxing when they confirmed their fondness of you and welcomed you into their family. Just like Finn had said they would.