Mafia's City (Finn Shelby X Reader)

9

You and Finn went back to aunt Polly's house. You were pleasantly surprised to find a note on the door that said that tonight she would not return as she was on a short mission. This meant that you had the house just for you.

Finn with a wide smile on his face, went to the liquor cabinet and took two bottles of whiskey. He opened them and placed them on the coffee table in front of the sofa. Then he pulled a small blue snow bottle out of his pocket.

"Ready for the best part?" he asked as he put his hand in his pocket searching for something else.

"Yea, go on." excited you sat down on the sofa. Finn slowly pulled a small transparent bag out of his pocket. "What's that?" you asked as he handed it to you.

"That, my dear, is weed." he continued pulling out stuff from his pocket. He pulled out rolling papers, filters and a grinder. "May I?" he opened his hand and you quickly returned the weed to him.

He opened the bag and pulled out a small green ball. He put it in the grinder. You took one of the bottles and leaned back as you watched him roll up the joint.

Once he was done he took his lighter and sat down next to you. He lit up the joint as he relaxed in his seat.

"Three hits and then you pass it back, alright?" he said as he was exhaling the smoke. You nodded and patiently waited for your turn.

Once he passed the joint to you, you hesitated a little. You thought about how disappointed your father would be if he sees you. Was that who you were now? A person who gets stoned in order to run away from their problems.

"What's wrong (Y/n)?" Finn asked making you snap back into reality.

"Nothing, I was just thinking." you shook your head and put the joint in between your lips. You inhaled and felt as the toxic smoke ran down your breathing tubes into your lungs, filling them up. Then you felt as the smoke left your body back from the way it had just entered. Your mouth and throat suddenly got dry and you started coughing uncontrollably.

"Here. Drinking this!" Finn quickly passed you the whiskey bottle. You drank a bit and you felt much better once the coughing stopped.

"That's disgusting." you returned the joint to him.

"It gets better once you get used to it. I used to cough a lot, too." he explained as he continued smoking.

"Why would you smoke that?" you asked with a slight chuckle.

"It helps you relax." he shrugged his shoulders "The world slows down a bit, kind of. And then you forget about your troubles." he said as he took a big hit. "It helps, you know? Just for a little while you feel at peace."

"Where do you even find that kind of stuff?" you moved a little closer to him and gave another try to the silly little leaf.

"Isaiah and I grow it. There's mad money in this too." he started rolling another one.

"Do you sell it?" you liked listening to him talk about the things he got excited about. Even though he was talking about drugs.

"Oh no, Tommy..." he started, but you hurried to cut him off.

"Fuck Tommy. I think you should do it." you encouraged him.

"It's illegal the police won't be very found of that."

"I thought you had the police in your back pocket, but still I can help you sell it. No one will suspect a sad helpless girl who just lost her father." you grinned.

"Sure, we'll figure that out." he lit the next joint.

You sat there smoking and talking about your little plan. After that you did some snow lines you had the sudden urge to dance.

You stood up, the bottle still in your hand and went to the radio. A slow calming song started playing. You downed the bottle and carefully placed it on the table then you reached your hand out towards Finn.

"What? No." he laughed.

"Come on." you insisted. He shook his head no "You're no fun." you rolled your eyes playfully and started dancing on your own.

You closed your eyes and leaned your head backwards. You started swaying in beat with the song. In that moment with help of all the alcohol and drugs you had taken you felt at peace with yourself. You were able to forget all your sorrows and relax even if it was just for a little while. You were enjoying your time at peace when you felt Finn's hands around your waist.

Your smile only grew bigger and you rested your head on his shoulder. He hugged you tighter and he had pressed himself against you, swaying after you.

"You were right, this is nice." you said slowly. You were so high that minutes felt like hours. You weren't complaining, thought. If you could you would have stayed in this exact moment forever. It felt so comforting being wrapped around Finn's arms.

"I wanna kiss you so bad right now." Finn mumbled quietly in your ear.

You turned around and wrapped your arms around his neck, his were still on your waist. "Do it then." you smiled lightly.

Finn didn't need a second invitation. He leaned closer to you and pressed his lips onto yours. You could taste the whiskey in his breath, but you didn't mind. You reached out and started playing with his hair while his hands slipped down slightly squeezing your butt. A strange feeling formed down in your stomach.

In the most heated moment you heard the door opening and quickly pulled away from each other.

"I came to check on you." it was Michael who interpreted you. You hardly were able to hide your irritation.

"Cool." Finn mumbled as he lowered himself onto the sofa "We are fine as you can see." he added annoyed.

"Yea, and stoned." Michael took the small blue bottle and put it in his pocket "You're going to die in here." the older guy opened the windows "Don't smoke weed inside, aye." with that he went up the stairs.

"Hell of a night this was." you whispered as you sat down next to Finn, who nodded, agreeing with you.