A Collection Of John Shelby Imagines

Before

Running down the street, you look over your shoulder to see if the boys had managed to catch up after you took a shortcut through one of the alleyways. The three of you were racing through the streets of Birmingham: you, John and Finn.

The wind against your face was cold but you were warm from all of the running — the boys were fast and you wanted to be faster, if only once. Finn had wanted to race and you had deemed it a grand idea for the three of you to have some fun.

Water splashed up from puddles and policemen shouted out, "Hey!" at you as you ran through, ignoring them all. Your shoes were doing very little to keep the water out as you had worn them down from working in them so much, it probably didn't help that you raced Finn in them a lot too, although you never actually won seeing as he was so much younger and had too much energy. He practically bounced off of the walls most of the time.

"Mornin' Aunt Pol," you had said when you went to fetch John earlier that morning.

"Mornin', you taking Finn today too; he's been banging on at John about seeing you all last night," she says, offering a smile and a cup of tea.

You'd carefully placed yourself down on the chair at the dining table in the kitchen, the smooth wood beneath your hands making you feel at home — odd, that, isn't it? To feel at home in someone else's home.

"Where is he?"

"In the betting shop, begging Tommy to let him do more work," Polly rolled her eyes and sat down next to you, her hair bouncing as she did so and put a hand on her forehead, "I don't know if I want another of my nephew's doing what Tommy does; it's just not healthy. Course I'm a woman, so what would I know?"

You grin at her sarcasm as she lifts her head to look at you, "Don't you put Tommy in his place half of the time I'm here?"

She points a finger and tries not to laugh, "Don't you start on me; you're one of the few people I actually like around here."

Feigning a swoon, you throw your arm against your forehead, "Oh Polly, you flatter me!"

Polly smiles, letting it reach your eyes and laughs along with you. She finished her cup of tea and went to fetch John for you.

When she had come back, Finn was attached to his leg, refusing to let go, "I want to see her too!" he was exclaiming.

"Yes, Finn, but she's my girlfriend and I don't get to see her alone a lot," he was trying and failing to explain to his little brother.

Giggling, you say, "How about we spend an hour with you, eh Finn? But you have to promise that me and John get to have the rest of the day together. I'll see you tomorrow, remember 'cause I'm babysitting?"

Finn grins and John sighed out of relief when Finn untangled himself from John's leg, "I was beginning to wonder if I'd have to bathe with 'im too."

You smile and lace your fingers around his neck offering him a peck on the nose and he kissed you lightly on the lips. From behind you, you hear an, "Ew!"

"Finn," John warns.

Smiling, you kiss John and then pull away, gazing into his baby blue eyes. You notice the softness in them, he adores you.

"Let's race!" Finn exclaims, coming between the two of you, grinning wide up at you both.

And that's how you got to where you were, feet slamming against the stone as you breathed heavily, arms swinging at your sides and your face tinged pink from the wind slapping your face.

You managed to make it to the Garrison, where you'd agreed to be the finish line, and stopped. You bent over, hands on your knees and took deep breaths.

John comes jogging over with a wiped out Finn over his shoulder.

"What happened?" You ask quickly, worried about him.

"Sugar crash, I think."

You let out a sigh of relief and then snap your head up, "Does that make me 1912's winner?"

John chuckles, "Yes, love, yes it does."

"Yes!" you exclaim and jump around with your arms in the air before jumping and latching an arm around John's neck, kissing him on the lips.

"Careful, careful!" He says and you step back quickly, forgetting that Finn was on his shoulder, passed out. Finn continues to sleep and you share a glance before giggling.

"Let's go somewhere less busy than here," you suggest, kissing John. His fingers bury themselves into your hair, holding you closer somehow.

"Let's."

John walks with Finn laying over his shoulder, one arm across Finn's back in case he slips and one arm hangs over your shoulder. You hold his hand in yours and play with his fingers as you walk, content.

"John," you begin to say as you continue to walk towards a nearby park whilst nervously fiddling with his fingers still, "what's your take on kids?"

He frowns, "My take? Uh, they're alright," he shrugs his shoulders, "I guess."

You'd never spoken about it together, whilst you'd spoken about pretty much anything else, you'd never sat back and imagined a complete future together.

Finally reaching a small patch of green, you sit on a bench next to each other and John lays Finn across your laps, his head resting in yours.

"Well, it's just we talk about pretty much anything..."

"Yeah," John says, "we do. I like it. I like you — I love you, even."

John's body was now facing you, he had turned to make sure that he had your full attention. He lifted a hand to the side of your face, you fluttered your eyes closed and leant into the palm of his hand, enjoying his touch.

"It was just something I was wondering about; you're so good with Finn that I wondered if you'd ever have some of your own, one day..." you reply, whispering into his palm.

John lifts his other hand to hold your face between his palms, "With you? I'd always want to," and he pulls you in for a loving kiss. You waited no time to reply, bringing your hands to his chest and letting your lips show how much you loved him. He leans in more to your sweet lips and shows how much he craves you.

You smile into the kiss, trying not to break it, you whisper, "Finn's still asleep, John. Not here. Later."

He groans slightly, not liking that you had cut it off, but pulls away before resting his forehead against yours, "You're good with him, too, you know — better than most would be."

"You think so?"

"I know so. Did you see the way he was refusing to let me see you alone this morning? Don't tell me you missed him clinging onto me leg like a fuckin' tumour," he laughs lightly.

You smile, enjoying the moment the two of you were sharing, "I didn't miss it, I just thought he liked me and that was it, really."

"Kids don't like someone for the sheer hell of it..." he smiles, "you're great with him; it makes me wonder what you'd be like with ours..."

Your eyes widen and you fall into his chest, taking his scent in, you try to hide the rush of blood to your cheeks taking over your body, "Cor take me out first, Mister Shelby."

He wraps his arms around you, making sure to be careful of Finn's sleeping body, he kisses your hair and whispers, most probably thinking that you didn't even hear him, "Don't worry, I'll marry you one day, my love."

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