Peaky Blinders John Shelby Fanfiction

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[johnshelbymylove]

If this post gets over 200 notes I will write a More Than Beneficial part 5

I know there was definitely a lot of people asking for one but honestly I just need more motivation and want to know if there is still interest. If this gets 200+ notes I will write a part 5.

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Imagine...

Getting drunk with John. 

The two of you walked out of the Garrison, laughing so hard you were crying. At what, neither of you were too sure, but everything was way too funny. If you were sober, you would have reasoned that whiskey would do that to a person. As it was, however, sober had left the station a few shots ago, and John and you were returning to your flat for the night. 

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[goldenapollos]

drunken kisses ; john shelby

summary: requested by anon, “maybe you and him are best friends but you are quite the good girl and one night, you and him stay behind in the office and he gets you drunk by accident (you don’t know your limit) and idk, maybe just confessing some feelings and lots of kissing ??”

warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol. make out session near the end.

word count: 977

John Shelby literally saved your life. Two years ago you were fired and subsequently got kicked out of your house for not paying rent. You were only fired after rumours had spread that you were sleeping with the boss, which wasn’t the case, but he couldn’t afford rumours like that to spread so he said the only thing he could do was fire you. John found you at the Garrison, using your last couple of quid to drink away your problems. It always only took you a few pints to get drunk and that night you were smashed, completely out of it. In the morning you found out that you had passed out at the pub and John took you home, leading you away from the watchful eyes of the men at the bar. Not only had he let you stay with him until you got back on your feet but he even offered you a job where he worked. Having worked as an accountant previously he hired you to help out with the book keeping and the betting. One thing led to another and the two of you ended up being friends, although you always wished it was something more.

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[bonniebird]

John x Reader

Requested by @crowleyismybabycakes

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“Your family here?” John asked as you came back into the room. Arthur chuckled when you winced and nodded slowly.

“They still don’t like us?” Arthur asked and you nodded again.

“Well we should go and greet the guests.” John sighed, making you panic when they pushed Finn back down to his seat.

“You cannot do what you did last year.” You said quickly and John laughed.

“No fires or getting you nan drunk. Got it.” He mumbled and you stared after them with a worried look.

[thatwelshweirdo-deactivated2020]

Party.

Word Count: 1283

Pairing: John Shelby x Reader

Warning(s): language???? idk this is the language I use on the reg

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“Coming for a drink tonight, (Y/N)?” John Shelby asked, leaning over your desk.

“Are you sure you can keep up, Johnny boy?” You flirted. You were known for your high alcohol tolerance and had the tendency to out-drink whoever it was you were out with.

“No, I’m not. C'mon, it’ll be a laugh,” John winked. You had to admit, you’d always fancied him quite a lot.

“You tryin’ to get me drunk, Shelby?” You asked, “because it won’t work; you’ll be on your arse long before I am,” you smirked. You enjoyed the flirty banter you shared with John, although you never thought anything of it. That’s not to say no one else did: most of the staff at Shelby Brothers Ltd had a bet on when you would finally get together.

“I don’t doubt it,” John chuckled, taking one of your hands and casually tucking a stray hair behind your ear with his spare hand. “I’ll meet you here at five. That’s when your shift ends, right?”

You nodded, “Yeah, but I need to go home and get changed first.”

“That’s okay, I’ll tag along and help you,” he winked and sauntered off towards Tommy’s office. Your face flushed a deep shade of red. You looked back at your desk and tried to concentrate on your work. You didn’t see John pause in the doorway and gaze back at you, biting his lip.

“Ready, (Y/N)?” John asked, lighting a cigarette as he came to your desk. You were the last of the employees to leave, as usual.

“Yeah, one moment, I just have to take this paperwork to Tommy.” You gripped the pile of papers and flounced to Tommy’s office, subtly swinging your hips because you could feel John’s eyes on you. “I’ve got the paperwork for next week’s derby here for you, Tommy,” you knocked on his open door, giving your boss a warm smile. You had grown up with the Shelby boys as you lived next door to them.

“Thanks, (Y/N), that’s lovely,” he replied, taking them from you, “You and John going out tonight?” He asked. You nodded politely, a slight, pink blush rising to your cheeks at the thought of John. “Don’t let him get too drunk, alright? You know what he’s like.” Tommy gave you a quick hug as he whispered so John couldn’t hear him.

You pecked him lightly on the cheek, “Will do, Boss, I’ll have him home by midnight.” You gave him a mock salute and bounced back to John, grabbing his hand and pulling him along with you. Tommy beamed after you, chuckling quietly to himself about the fact that neither of you had yet realised that you were in love.

“This one?” You asked, holding a red dress up to your body as John sat on your bed and judged.

“Too much cleavage.” John warned. You threw the dress on your bed next to him, on top of a steadily growing pile of rejected outfits.

“How about this one?” You suggested. It was a blue dress down to the knee.

“Too much leg.” John sighed.

“C'mon John, you’re meant to be my wingman.” You cried, exasperated.

“I’m not going to help you get laid, if that’s what you’re asking.” John chuckled, waggling his eyebrows.

“Hey, I’m a single woman. I can shop around. Be a good friend and help me out.” You giggled. John laughed it off but it felt like you had stabbed him. Friend.

“Fine, okay, wear that one.” John crossed his arms over his chest, and left you to get dressed.

“That bloke’s been staring at you for the past 20 minutes,” John whispered in your ear as you both sat by the bar.

“Not interested.” You sighed, inconspicuously looking over your shoulder towards the perpetrator. At this point, you were both starting to get slightly tipsy - more John than you, but you were both well on your way to being drunk.

“I’ll sort it.” John winked, grinned his cheeky smile, and leaned towards you and ever so gently kissed your neck. He looked back to the booth that the man was sitting in, “there, fixed.” He smiled.

“What was that about?” You questioned, your cheeks flushing a deep scarlet.

“He’s not looking anymore.” John flashed you a smirk.

“Come on, I’ll get another round.” You swiftly changed the subject, as John downed the remainder of his drink in one gulp.

You awoke in the morning to the sound of John pottering about in your kitchen. He had slept in your bed last night, nothing happened, he was just very drunk and he didn’t want you to walk home on your own.

You hopped out of bed and pulled a thin robe over your nightgown, quickly padding to the kitchen. You found John sitting at your kitchen table reading a newspaper, a cup of tea opposite him ready for you.

“About last night,” John started, setting his paper down on the table, “Nothing happened, right? I mean, between us. Because I woke up in your bed this morning and we were both half dressed.”

“Nothing happened. You wouldn’t let me walk home alone but you were too out of it to get back to yours so I let you kip ‘ere. No big deal.” You stared hard at your tea, pretending this conversation wasn’t slightly embarrassing you.

“Oh, right. That’s… good. Yeah, good,” John suddenly felt uncomfortable, “I’d best be off to work. Are you coming in today?”

“Yeah, I’ll be there in a bit,” you replied as he got up, “bye, John,” you called as he left.

Later that morning, you were sitting at your desk when Tommy piled a huge amount of work in front of you.

“Not too hungover to work through this lot, eh (Y/N)?” He asked.

“Me, hungover? Never, Tommy,” you giggled, “I’m just popping to see if anyone’s got a spare ciggie first though.” Tommy nodded and went back to his office as you wandered off in search of a smoke.

On the way back to your desk, you saw Tommy, John and Arthur whispering excitedly amongst themselves, and you could just make out what John was saying.

“She’s good laugh, and beautiful too. I don’t remember half the night, but I woke up in her bed this morning. Honestly, boys, I think I’m falling in love with (Y/N),” he grinned. You gasped, surprised. You would have never have guessed John liked you. Of course, you liked him that way and you had always been close friends.

The men turned to look at you and John’s face turned bright red. Tommy and Arthur left the two of you alone. “You clearly weren’t meant to hear that,” John chuckled awkwardly.

“I’m glad I did,” you smiled sheepishly, “I think I’m falling for you too, Johnnie boy.”

“When’s the wedding?” You heard Arthur call down the corridor.

“What makes you think you’d be invited, you cocky shit?” You retorted. The lads chuckled, they had always treated you as one of their own.

“I clearly fell for the right woman,” John grinned, throwing his arm around your shoulder and planting a kiss on your cheek.

“Alright, enough fuckin’ around, I’ve gotta get back to work,” you smirked, flouncing towards your workspace. You could already tell this was going to be the start of a beautiful relationship.

[ehmslly]

Serves You Right - John Shelby Imagine

“You ready for tonight?” Harry asked, grinning as he finished up wiping the last of the glasses and chucking the rag over his shoulder. You rolled your eyes, stacking the glasses beside eachother behind the bar

“For the last time, yes Harry”

You had only just started working at the garrison, only having moved to Birmingham a few weeks ago- in an attempt to rid yourself of your old boring life. And well, according to one of your friends, working at the garrison would be anything but boring- so you got yourself a job.

“Just checking wasn’t I? Y/N it’s not everyday you meet the Peaky Blinders. But tonight-” he walked out from behind the bar, putting a cigarette between his lips and grinning “tonight you’re going to”

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[cxco-9x]

Only You- John Shelby x reader

I’m so sorry I haven’t posted in ages but I’ve decided to post a John imagine in light of the recent events from season 4. I miss him already. 

Request: could i request number 4 with john? xxx

Prompt 4: “It’s always been you. You and only you.”

Growing up as Ada Shelby’s best friend meant there was no chance you could escape from her older brothers. Especially in your teenage years. Everywhere Ada went, there you were; but so too were her brothers. They always kept a watchful eye over their only sister, making sure she didn’t get into too much trouble. 

One night when you were fourteen, you and Ada got drunk at the cut along with  some friends. John, being the closest in age at fifteen, tagged along. When Ada slipped away with Freddie Thorne, it left you and John alone sat around the flames of the fire. Maybe it was the alcohol or the stars  reflecting over the canal, but you found yourself leaning in at the same time as John. 

Sparks seemed to fly all around you, like you were the only two in the world at that point in time. The kiss was full of lust and uncertainty. Were you doing it right? This was your first kiss. And it was with John Shelby, your best friends brother. You pulled away when you heard a male voice calling Johns name from near the edge of the cut. “I’ll err, I’ll talk to you later (Y/N)’’ John replied with a small smile as he jogged over to his friend. The smile plastered across your face remained there for the rest of the night, even more so when Ada began supplying you with more whiskey. A while later you were both passed out. You woke up to a pair of arms carrying you back to what you presumed was Watery Lane, with Ada collapsed in another unidentified pair of arms. 

When you woke up the next morning, you were unsure of your surroundings and grunted due to the impending headache. Ada was still sound asleep next to you and you figured you were in her room. You honestly could not remember how you got home but were thankful someone had brought you. As you sat up in the bed, a soft knock came from the door. “Morning. I thought you could do with this’’ John came in and placed a few tablets and a glass of water in front of you. You grabbed the tablets and drank the water straight away; anything to dim the hangover. “Thank you John. So, about last night…’’ you began to trail off when he let out a small laugh. How that laugh made you melt inside.  “Yeah, I urm, lets just forget it happened ey? We were both drunk right’’ You were thankful in that moment that you had a great poker face. “Yeah, okay, it was just a silly kiss’’ You tried to brush it off like it didn’t affect you. John gave you a hug and began to walk out of Adas room  “Come down for some breakfast when you’re ready, aunt Pol probably wants to lecture you and Ada’’ At this you let out a giggle and nodded. Once the door was closed, you let the tears fall and ended up crying yourself back to sleep.

A few months later, John came home with a new girlfriend, Martha, who you’d found out about from Ada. “She’s great. When he first brought her home, aunt Pol was a bit concerned because you know what John’s like. But now the whole family loves her’’ Ada explained, totally oblivious to the pain you were feeling inside. You regained control of your emotions and put on a big smile. “She sounds amazing Ada, I can’t wait to meet her.’’

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As the years flew by, you realised you were in love with a certain Shelby brother. The way his smile could light up an entire room or his jokes that were so bad you couldn’t help but giggle made you warm inside. But most of all, you realised he was always there, always caring. Unlike his older brothers, Tommy and Arthur, there was no cloud around John, no emptiness etched onto his features. You saw good in him you couldn’t in the others. Realisation washed over you that the crush you’d harboured for the light eyed boy all these years was actually love, but he was married with a few little ones.

And then the war came along and the men of Birmingham were shipped off to France, including the Shelby brothers. During the few years they were gone, Martha passed away due to consumption, leaving four young Shelby children with no mother, and a father fighting for his country. The responsibility fell upon Polly, who already had to care for a young Finn. You moved in with Ada and Polly to help raise John’s kids until he came back. When the war ended in 1918 and the boys all came back alive, the business flourished and you didn’t see much of the Shelby brothers anymore. You had the occasional catch up with Pol, but went to work for your mother in her dress shop down town. You’d steal glances at John whenever you saw him, unaware that he did the same when you weren’t looking.

You were no longer the teenager you used to be pining over someone you couldn’t have. You were a young woman at twenty-five and had found a man from a good family who could provide for you and who you had strong affection for. Was it love? You weren’t sure. You didn’t feel what you felt for John with Robert. But as your mother had told you many years ago, you need security in a marriage, love isn’t everything. Even though you didn’t agree, her voice still nagged at you in the back of your mind and is why you accepted Roberts proposal.

You and Ada, along with Polly, were finishing the preparations for you wedding tomorrow when a pounding on the door pulled you all from your designated jobs. “Who the fuck is that banging on the door like a mad man? It’s fucking 11 o’clock’’ Polly hissed. Shaking your head at the disruption you got up from the kitchen table and swing the door open. 

“Look, whatever it is can it not wait until tomor-’’ You  were cut off from what you were saying when your eyes landed upon a dishevelled looking John, with his typical blinders cap bunched up in his hands.  “John? What are you doing here? Is everything okay with the kids? Are you-’’ Before you could finish your sentence, the man in front of you began to speak   “I-i realised something today (Y/N). Don’t marry him, please. I was stupid to tell you to forget that kiss all those years ago. I love you. I love you and I think I’ve always known it, I just didn’t want to admit it. You’re my little sisters best friend’’ He looked down at his cap in his hands and looked back up at you, desperation in his eyes. “I thought I could get over it, but i can’t and now I might’ve lost you because i didn’t want to admit my feelings’’ You looked at him not saying anything, in total disbelief at his outburst. The silence remained and John began to step back to turn down the street.

You stepped down from the doorstep and “It’s always been you. You and only you John’’ Your lips crashed against his in a moment of pure love and affection. This is it, what you’ve been waiting for for over a decade. The same sparks flew that you experienced all those years ago at the cut. You finally got your man.

Unbeknown to either of you, slumped against the doorway was Polly who cleared her throat and said  “About bloody time. Thank the fucking lord’’ Her sudden appearance caused you to both pull away and laugh, leaning your foreheads against each other as the man you loved looked at you and leaned in again.

[johnsheiby-deactivated20181122]

another man’s touch ▶ john shelby

summary; anons wanted possessive smut with john. the two of you finally get some alone time in the back of the garrison but arthur interrupts and john gets jealous of yours and arthur’s closeness. also with the prompt  “you’re in trouble now.”

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John Shelby was the most charming man that you had ever come across. His goofy smile that always lit up the room, the toothpick that hung from his lips as he spoke to you in a hushed whisper when the two of you were alone in the backroom and the compliments that he showered you in whenever he could. John Shelby was also a jealous man, his rage getting the better of him whenever he saw another man look at you for too long. He would tense his jaw and look away, leisurely smoking on his cigar and wordlessly praying that you would not return the coquettish behaviour. You were not the type of girl to run off with another man or cheat, but it didn’t stop John from worrying like an idiot.

You and John were sat in the backroom, the two of you sat in silence after an extensive day at the betting shop - which involved many mistakes due to your lack of sleep. You were laid down the sofa’s, your head resting on John’s lap as he ran his fingers through your hair and smoked the notorious cigar with the other hand. Harmony filled the room, for the first time in weeks. Your youngest daughter had kept you and John awake all night and after a lot of pleading, Polly had finally agreed to look after the hound of kids, so you and John could spend the night together at home, all alone with no disruptions. Naturally, the two of you had headed straight over to The Garrison, in need of strong beverage to relax after the taxing day.

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[blinder-secrets]

me: has a million requests to work through

also me: starts writing a fic about a certain someones death that will only exist to evoke pain and suffering

[johnshelbymylove]

Why is this me???😂

[johnshelbymylove]

Okay, so I kind of mentally made a decision that I need to start finishing a crap ton of requests before I work on More than Beneficial Part 5.

[johnshelbymylove]

I loovvvee your work. Do you have a mobile masterlist for pb so I can binge read?

Thank you so much and yes I most certainly do! Here is the link: Mobile Masterlist. Hope you enjoy!

[blinder-secrets]

Hey, may I have a ship? I have brown eyes and shoulder length brown hair. I’m always known as the cute and pure one of the group but will kill a bitch if someone messes with my family and friends. I enjoy playing video games, writing, playing the ukulele, singing, watching bootlegs on musicals, and acting. I am currently 19 years old. I’m also an INFJ if that helps. P.s. I am the owner of the @johnshelbymylove writing account and am so happy to hear you hit 1000. I’m pretty close too. Congrats❤️

thankyou!! i hope people hit you up with that sweet sweet follower support soon!! <3 

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[johnshelbymylove]

Your tags are so kind ❤️❤️ and thank you ☺️.

[johnshelbymylove]

I’m in the middle of a John shelby one but I realized halfway through I want to write it completely differently ... so... I might just start the next part to More Than Beneficial instead lol.

[peakyavenger]

i didn’t need my heart anyway

[peaky-yamyam]

Reblogging it again because I don’t think I’ll ever get over it.

[crowleyismybabycakes]

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[peaky-yamyam]

I will say this, I have very quickly moved onto the ‘anger’ stage of grief.

FUCK YOU STEVEN KNIGHT.

Fuck.

You.

[jellyfishstargazer]

FUCK! SHIT! fucking hell!!! fucking fuck fuck!