Isaiah Jesus Imagines

Kiss

Isaiah glanced across the street at you as you walked past. He'd asked you out three times that week and didn't want to ask again and seem pushy. Each time he asked you out you told him the same thing, he was sweet enough, but he was involved with the Peaky Blinders and you didn't want to get mixed up with them.

He slowly trudged his way up to the Shelby offices and slumped down in the seat the other side of Michael's desk. He slowly looked up from his paper work at Isaiah who looked miffed.

"Still not goin' out with (Y/N)?" Michael asked.

"It's not like we don't on or nothing, we're friends... I might ask Tommy if I can stop working for 'm." Isaiah sighed as he fiddled with one of the rings on his finger.

"What you wanna quit for a girl?" Michael chuckled.

"Yeah but it aint just any girl Michael, it's (Y/N)." He slapped his hands down on Michael's desk.

"You could just ask Tommy to help you." Michael offered as he pulled out a cigarette from the tin on the table.

"Because you lot are the problem." Isaiah grumbled.

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"Mr Shelby?" You called out quietly as you pushed your way into the surprisingly empty Garrison and let the heavy doors flump shut behind you.

"(Y/N) I've known you since you were a baby there's no need for Mr Shelby." Tommy chuckled.

"I'm sorry Tommy... what happened to the Garrison it's so..." You trailed off as different things caught your eye.

"We did it up when it was burnt down... nice aint it." He chuckled and you nodded. "Now Michael tells me you and Isaiah are havin' some trouble."

"Can't keep 'is mouth shut." You sighed.

"He's just tyrin' to help you... apparently you've both been complaining to him." Tommy chuckled.

"He's been fixing Pop's accounts for him, there's not much else to do but talk at him when he gets his head stuck in numbers." You mumbled.

"So why is it that you won't go out with Isaiah?" Tommy asked.

"Because he's..." You blushed when Tommy raised his eyes. "He's a blinder."

"How about I give you and your family your own protection free of charge?" Tommy offered.

"You'd do that just so I can go out with Isaiah?" You asked quietly as Tommy rounded the bar.

"Why's it such a big deal?" Tommy chuckled. "Am I not allowed to look after family friends."

"So you really mean it?" You couldn't help the smile that was sliding onto your face.

"Yes, go find your fella." Tommy smiled as you hugged him and practically ran out of the Garrison.

Isaiah, Michael and Finn were walking towards the pub, talking quietly. Michael muttered to Isaiah who looked up when you hurried towards them and stopped in front of him with a deep flush in your cheeks.

"We were looking for you, where you been?" Finn muttered.

"I was talking with Tommy." Your eyes didn't leave Isaiah and he grinned.

"Personal bodyguards?" He asked and you nodded.

He smiled when you let him rest his hands at your waist and lean down to brush his lips against yours. Both Finn and Michael glanced away when he pulled you into him and you wrapped your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss.

"Oi, you two... none of that in the streets!" John yelled.

"We'll just go somewhere else then." Isaiah mumbled and kissed you again before following the others to the Garrison, arm slung over your shoulders as you lent into him.