Imagines For Me & You

Crashed (Chicken Part 2): Finn Shelby - Peaky Blinders

A/N: I don't really know how to feel about this part.
CW: None. like, maybe angst and general dumbassery but that's about it.

Y/N and Isaiah stood near the bar, chatting about whatever came to mind. Isaiah wasn't necessarily drunk, but he wasn't fully sober. Unlike Y/N who hadn't thought to get something to drink.

The Garrison was full and people drank and laughed the night away. The noise was loud enough to cover most of the conversations.

Finn could have looked anywhere or at anyone, but he watched as Y/N smiled and chatted with Isaiah. Seeing him smile sent Finn's heart aflutter and his stomach tied in knots.

He hadn't talked to Y/N since the almost kiss. He hadn't the courage. A part of him felt as if Y/N was too scared to stop him from going too far. Y/N was tough and could give any of the Shelby's a run for their money, but that didn't stop him from biting his tongue in certain circumstances or being afraid of the Shelbys. A part of him felt like he had pressured Y/N into something he didn't actually feel or want to do. Despite the flustered way he acted and how close he had allowed Finn to be, how close they'd been to kissing, Finn still doubted Y/N's feelings and thoughts.

Thomas observed his brother from afar, stone-faced. He could see Finn blush when Y/N looked over and smiled. He could tell how smitten Finn was with Y/N. The pure adoration in Finn's eyes when he looked at him was enough to know that Finn had dug a deep pit and fallen in.

Finn frowned as Isaiah put his arm around Y/N's shoulder and laughed. Y/N smiled at Isaiah, but his eyes wandered to Finn, his tight smile warming and pained eyes softening.

Thomas chuckled. To him, this was a game of "Will They, Won't They?" Despite how cruel it sounded, even to Thomas himself, he couldn't help it. It's easier to see everything as a game.

In a moment's hast decision, Thomas got up and walked to where Finn sat alone. Maybe he could manipulate this pawn into not being a bloody idiot.

Placing a harsh hand on Finn's shoulder, Thomas caused Finn to jump and lookup.

"Oh, hey, Tommy," he said, sipping on his glass. "Something I can do for you?"

Thomas sat down and raised an eyebrow at his brother. "I do believe so."

Finn looked at him and held his drink in his lap.

Thomas leaned forward, pointing at Y/N. "You can stop pining and ask him out before someone else does," Thomas said.

Finn shifted around, his gaze flittering to Y/N before going to back his brother.

"I can't just do that," he said, his voice barely a murmur. "Besides, what if Y/N doesn't like me like that? What if he doesn't like boys at all? What if he's been faking!? What happens if he tells someone and they decide I'm wrong? What then?"

Thomas sighed, shaking his head. "He wouldn't do that. Just go over and pull him outside long enough to ask him."

Finn shuffled his feet, staring at the ground.

"Even if he says no, which I highly doubt, Y/N wouldn't tell anyone. If others learn? We're the fucking Shelbys. We'll handle it."

Despite the encouraging statement, Finn didn't feel confident or sure of himself. In fact, he felt like a coward.

"I can't," he said. "Not here."

Thomas sighed. "Fine. But don't come crying to me if Y/N and Isaiah get together."

Finn hit his brother's arm, glaring at him. "Don't joke like that. It's not funny," he said.

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