Thomas Shelby Imagines

Crush

No one could deny the Shelby's were a handsome bunch. But it was one specific Blinder that had you a daydreaming mess, Thomas, the tall blue eyed man who'd spoken to you once to hire you as a cleaner for the Shelby family.

You ended up cleaning mostly for Arthur, Tommy and Finn but you didn't mind too much. Arthur and Finn were always very sweet, attempting to tidy up the mess as you were trying to clean up, hoping to 'not be a bother' which mostly ended up with you shooing them out of the apartment.

Normally Tommy would be far too busy to actually be in his home while you cleaned it which was why your eyes widened when he hurried into the apartment, respectfully pulling of his hat when he saw you gawking at him and hurried into the back rooms that you were never allowed in.

You were excitedly telling your best friend that you'd seen Tommy, unaware that three Shelby's were walking behind you listening to the whole conversation.

"Well I still think Freddie Thorne's better looking." Your friend hummed.

You crinkled your nose and shook your head as you continued walking, glancing through the Garrison's open doors, hoping to catch a glimpse of your favoured Shelby. Disappointed due to the lack of him, your friend led you away teasing you and giggling.

The next evening your friend dragged you to the Garrison, determined to 'bump' into Freddie who happily flirted with her, making her laugh. You were sat alone when the Shelby's came in, heading over to have a few words with Freddie.

"Alright (Y/N)." John said when you didn't greet him, following your gaze to where Tommy was stood alone at the bar. "(Y/N)?"

"To busy starin' at Tommy." Arthur chuckled making you blush.

"What no I wasn't!" You glared at the oldest Shelby who shook his head as he laughed.

"Sure, tellin' me you don't smile to yourself when you see 'im." He said back.

"Shut up Arthur." You said with a faint smile.