Peaky Blinders Imagines

"Keep your hands off my girl."

"Keep your hands off my girl."
⚠️ Trigger Warning ⚠️

Warnings//total men being douchebags, attempted sexual assault/rape, major cussing, violence, blood, Finn being a protective boyfriend

Things to know// Y/n: Your name; Y/h/t: Your hair type

⚠This particular imagine will feature an attempted rape, as well as degrading words and abuse. Please do not read this particular imagine if you are under the age of 18!⚠

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Going out with your boyfriend was supposed to be fun. It was supposed to be time that you spent together. You understood that Finn was still quite new to this whole dating thing, but you had been together long enough for him to know that you hated when he just left you for Isaiah and Michael, choosing to drink with them instead of you. It got the point where his older brothers took it upon themselves to keep you company, John playfully flirting with you to try and get a rise out of Finn.

You sighed, looking down at your drink, angry that Finn had left you once again, causing Tommy to look away from the new barmaid and at you. "Again?" He simply asked, already knowing the answer. "Tommy, if you were twenty years younger, I'd date you..." was your answer, causing John and Arthur to sputter with laughter and Tommy to smirk at you. "Not into older men Y/n?" Arthur teased, gesturing to himself, almost falling out of his seat due to how drunk he was.

A small chuckle escaped your lips as you looked towards him, leaning closer to run your hand up and down his arm. 'Don't worry Arthur, i think you're still dashing, even in your old age." You teased right back, causing John to throw his head back, howling laughter escaping him. "See! Now tha' right there! That's why'd you make a great Shelby woman!" Arthur slurred, his hand coming up to pat yours that rested on his arm. You giggled by his side, shaking your head at Arthur's antics.

Your eyes glanced over towards your boyfriend, rolling when they saw Finn still hanging by Isaiah and Michael, with the addition of a few girls, all of them giggling and flirting. Normally it wouldn't have bothered you, it was always you that he came home to, it was you that he held hands with, but tonight, tonight, seeing another's girl's hand on your boyfriend's shoulder, pissed you off. But it wasn't even the fact that she was openly flirting with your boyfriend, it was the fact that he didn't even bother trying to stop her.

First, he doesn't even bother sitting with you and drinking with you, and now he doesn't even bother removing this girl's hand off of him? You never really considered yourself the jealous type, but tonight, you're emotions were all out of whack. He seemed to revel in the attention. Finn seemed to enjoy this girl's touch. Your blood was boiling. It wasn't until this girl leaned in and placed her lips onto his cheek, sliding them back towards his ear and quite obviously whispering something raunchy in his ear, when you had enough.

Your fist harshly hit the table, causing the brothers around you to go silent. "OI!" Your voice carried all throughout the Garrison, causing everyone to go quiet and all eyes to flicker to you, especially Finn's and the mystery girl who jumped, hand still on his shoulder as she looked back at you and met your harsh stare. "Get your hands off my boyfriend!" You snarled, hands still curled into fists as the girl looked between you and Finn, before her hand slowly went sliding off.

"Now I'd leave if I were you, unless you'd like to wind up with a fuckin' face lift." You continued, watching as the girl quickly scurried off, mumbling apologies as she went. Once she was gone, your glare quickly flickered over to Finn who looked like a deer caught in headlights. "Finnegan Shelby...you can sleep on the fuckin' sofa tonight." Was all you said before you stood up abruptly and stomped off, ignoring his calls and pleas. His brothers. minus Tommy laughed at him as he went out to follow you.