Mayhem, amongst other things - Shelby Sister
Request - Hi! Can I request an imagine with prompts 82, 47, and 73 with Finn Shelby? Somehow he and the reader get into a scrape and he’s super chill about it afterwards. Thank you!! “How strangely nonchalant for someone who almost died a minute ago.” “Look, I’m not the brightest tool in the … toolbox.” “Got your back.” @bookstoreblossom
A/N : This may be a little shit, but it’s got me out of my writing funk!!! I thought this request fit a lot better with a Shelby sister reader rather than a romantic reader.
Life as one of the Shelby’s could never be quiet, especially not when you were twins with Finn Shelby. There was never a day the two of you weren’t causing chaos, unintentional chaos, as you always told Tommy, when you were inevitably dragged into his office.
When you were younger, it was for stupid, tiny things - stealing sweets from the corner shop, skipping off school to go swimming in the Cut with Isaiah, or, one memorable time when you had managed to get a hold of John’s gun off the sideboard, and Finn almost shot Ada.
However, as you both got older, the chaos, as Polly said, seemed to follow you more closely, though this time it was all the more unintentional, the two of you unconsciously attempting to get the attention of the family who often half-forgot you existed. Stealing sweets turned into stealing your brothers cars, driving them recklessly around Birmingham in the dead of night, yelling at the top of your lungs, fuelled by drink and teenage highs, skipping off school turned into leaving completely, and the both of you started to do an awful lot more running. More specifically running away from people - like the group of several men with guns who were currently chasing you through the streets of Birmingham.
You were glad you had had practice running away from your elder siblings all of these years, you mused, as you raced down the cobbled street, Finn right behind you, occasionally looking around to see if you had managed to shake off the disgruntled men running close behind you.
“I told you going into that bar was a bad idea!”
You yelled back to him, skidding around a corner and nearly slipping on the wet cobblestones, the high heels that Polly had bought you for your birthday to ‘make you try and be more of a lady’ clutched tightly in your hands. At least one of them. The other had been lost several streets ago, after Finn’s genius idea to throw it at the men, which had had zero success, and though you didn’t see, sounded very much like it had smashed someones window.
“You were the one who wanted to go there!” He exclaimed, his voice slightly muffled , as he turned his head back again.
“You were the one who pointed a bloody gun at them - all they were asking was if we were Shelby’s!”
“They didn’t seem intimidating!” You protested, feet sore from hitting of the uneven pavement.
“They were holding guns-“
“Most people in our life hold guns, Finnegan!”
“That doesn’t make it normal.”
“Besides,” You continued, breathing heavily. “You were the one who shot at them!”
“Look, I’m not the brightest tool in the…” He paused for a moment. “Toolbox, but-”
You sniggered, despite the situation. “You can say that again.”
“But, they were going to shoot us.” He continued. “Probably.” Another pause. “Okay, maybe not, but it seemed rational at the time!” He wheezed a little, out of breath. “Besides, I missed.”
You were coming onto the street of Watery Lane now, and the angry Italian yelling seemed a lot quieter and farther away than it had at the start of the chase.
“Just like you missed with my shoe. Polly’s going to have your head for that.” You said, exhaling loudly, as the two of you crashed relatively loudly into your childhood home, slamming the door shut behind you.
“Ah yes, I’m sure that’s what she’ll be annoyed at. Not the rest of it.” Finn said drily, sniggering, as you both slid down the door, resting your heads against it, trying to regain your breath.
You halfheartedly wacked him with the remaining shoe, before bouncing back up to standing.
“Anyway, do you want some cake? Bet Pol has some left.”
“How strangely nonchalant for someone who almost died a minute ago.”
You raised an eyebrow, with a grin, waiting for his answer.
“Yeah, though. Do you reckon she has any of that weird custard she made the other day?”
You let out a laugh, as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, ruffling your hair.
You both sat at the table, eating your cake, and laughing about the days adventure , knowing very well there would be a similar event tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after that, when your brothers features changed into seriousness for a moment.
“You know I’ve always got your back, yeah?”
You weren’t entirely sure where this was coming from, but you assumed it was something to do with the chat he and Tommy had last week, where you had heard several minutes of yelling coming out of your eldest brothers office. You knew there was a lot of pressure put on Finn to look after you, even though you were the same age, even though you hated it.
“I know that, Finn.” You replied, grinning at your twin, with chocolate smeared around his mouth just like when he was five. “I’ve got yours too. Shelby twins for life, yeah?” You linked your pinky around his, and squeezed, the way you had when you were younger, your little secret twin code.
For a few minutes, the two of you sat in unusual, blissful silence. That was, at least, until you heard the door same open, and the voice of your elder brother.
“Two windows smashed! Fucking Italians, of all people, what in fucks name were you two thinking-“ You heard Thomas bellow down the hall.
“Back door?” You asked, looking towards the kitchen door that led to the back yard.
“Italians!” You heard Thomas continue his rant, his footsteps nearing.
Finn was a little paler than usual, as he grabbed his bowl of cake.
“Yeah.” He whispered, pushing back his chair a little too suddenly, sending it falling with a clatter.
“Oh for fucks sa-“ You began.
“Finn! Y/N!’ Thomas bellowed.
“Run?” He questioned, already halfway to the back door.
You glanced to the door, and back to where the yelling from your brother was coming from.
As the two of you sprinted down the same street you’d been running up only an hour ago, Finn still clutching onto his bowl of cake, it occurred to you that you wished that this would never change.
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