Peaky Blinders. One shot and imagines

Blind - Part 8 - John x Reader

Lips. The hand had been moved from her mouth, and she could feel lips on hers; that, and just the blur of a face, as she stared, wide-eyed. The anger growing inside of her she contemplated what kind of idiot would grab her from the street and do this. The female Peaky discovering just what kind of idiot, as she raised up her fist, and remembering everything that Arthur had ever taught her, unleashed a right hook to the side of the man's head; her eyes widening all the more, as the assailant fell to the floor, and she stood over them.

"John! What the...............?"

"I see ya've been taking more lessons from our Arthur." John interjected, rubbing the side of his face, as (Y/n) crossed her arms over her chest, and ignored the arm that the younger Shelby held out so that she could help him up from the floor.

"Oh, no, no, no. You can stay on the floor. What do ya think ya doing? You can't just come up behind a girl, grab her and kiss her......And what are you doing kissing me, anyway? You bored of all the other women that you go around and screw, so you thought it might be funny to see what I would do? Well, guess what, you kissing me means nothing. Its all too little, too late. I'm with Arthur, and he cares about me. He doesn't treat me like I am an afterthought. He doesn't take all that I do for him, and act like it is nothing; like he deserves it, that I owe it to him. Nor does he leave me by myself in some pub that I have never been in before, so that he can go and fuck some piece of skirt that has flashed him a smile. If my gran was still alive, and she could see how you have treated me, she would have bashed you around the head with a frying pan and told ya never to come back. You are nothing to me, John Shelby. We are not friends, and I don't want anything to do with you. So, go and find yaself some other fool that will look after ya............" (Y/n) spat, giving the younger Shelby one last glare, before walking away from him, and leaving him still prone on the floor.

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(Y/n) sat by the canal, her eyes set on the murky water; not hearing the voices of the men from the barges that chugged past her, taking their goods from one place to another. In truth, she was lost; not sure what to think or feel. Johnny had kissed her, but was it a real kiss, or had he just done it because he thought it would be funny; or because she and Arthur had told him that they were now together. If she had been hurting before, this latest development, had certainly not made things any easier. In fact, it felt as though it had made them worse. Before last night, she would have given anything for Johnny to push her up against a wall and kiss her like he had done. She would have happily kissed him back, taking the cap from his head, so that she could comb her fingers through his hair, as he held her up against the bricks. But now.............(Y/n) letting out a frustrated growl, as she pulled her own cap from her head, and dropped her head into her hands. Her fingers grabbing at her hair.

Why did things have to be so difficult? She had loved John for so long, yet not once had he shown her any sign that he felt anything in return and never would, no matter how much Arthur had insisted that his younger brother was just blind, and together they would make him see what he was missing. Hell, he couldn't even be bothered to send her just one letter while he was away at war, to let her know that he was still alive; so perhaps whatever friendship that she believed that they had had, was all just a figment of her imagination. The female Peaky quickly brushing away a tear, that was slowly making its way down her cheek. No, she would not do this; she had wasted too much time and too many tears on John, already, and she would not waste anymore. The break that she had made from him, was long overdue; and even if the relationship between her and Arthur was not real, she still knew that he was at least there for her. That he would support her as he had promised. (Y/n) slowly getting to her feet and putting her cap back on her head, before turning away from the waterway. Making her way to find the older Shelby, to not only apologise for having left Charlie's yard; but also, in hopes of taking her mind off what had happened.

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John continued to sit on the cobblestones, as he watched (Y/n) walk away; his hand still rubbing the side of his face. What had he been thinking..........? Well, he had been thinking about not getting shot of punched; though that had not worked out well for him, now had it. The younger Shelby taking it back about what he had thought about (Y/n) not having a mean right hook, like Arthur.

Why wasn't this as easy as it had been in his head? In his mind, he had grabbed (Y/n), kissed her, and she had fallen into his arms. She had accepted his apology for doing what he had done; she had told him that she and Arthur were not really an item, after he had expressed how he really felt. She had then told him that she loved him too, and together they had made their way back to her grandmother's old home, so that they could talk. So that they could finally be together as they should have been, all along. But what was in his mind, and what was reality, had proved to be very different things. Yet, what he was to do next..........John only knowing that he couldn't talk to Arthur; in fact, Arthur would probably be pissed at him when (Y/n) told him what he had done. The younger Shelby having a feeling that there was only one other person he could talk to. John getting to his feet and making his way down the street; hoping that his Aunt Polly, was at home.