polly's heard of me


Word count: 479

Pairings: Finn x Reader

Warnings: mild language

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“Finn? Are you in here?” You called, knocking on your boyfriend’s bedroom door. You heard him grumble from inside the room. You entered. “Polly let me in.”


You had grown used to this over the past few weeks: the constant feeling of being ignored; the long, awkward silences. It was exhausting trying to drag a  conversation out of Finn these days, let alone anything romantic - a decent hug for example, and not just a tap on the shoulder.

“Finn?” You asked expectantly.


“I’ve not the foggiest what gives me this idea,” you started sarcastically, “but I get the feeling you’re not interested in me anymore.”

“Hm.” Finn responded, more interested in the packet of cigarettes in his hands.

“I’ll just leave then shall I?” You asked, heading towards the door, not expecting a response and not receiving one. You slammed the door on your way out.

“(Y/N), what’s wrong, love?” Polly asked as you passed her in the hallway.

“Ask Finn,” you replied, “He might actually talk to you.”

That was the last time you spoke to Finn for a long while. Your mother had noticed him hanging about outside the house and shooed him away before you could catch a glimpse of him.

One Friday morning, your mother had gone to work - she worked alongside Michael at Shelby Brothers Ltd. You were staying in bed because you had developed a head cold.

“(Y/N)?” Finn called as he headed towards your bedroom. You turned on your side, pulled your pillow over your head and tugged your blanket up and past it. Finn knocked on your bedroom door.

“Go away.” You grumbled, just loud enough for him to hear. He opened the door anyway.

“Oh God, are you okay? You look sick.” Finn speculated, concerned for your safety.

“Why do you care? You haven’t for weeks.” That shut him up. “How did you even get in here?”

“Your mum always leaves a key under the mat. (Y/N), please, give me another chance.” You were surprised that he remembered such a mundane fact.

“You had your chance, Finn.”

“Please, (Y/N), I can’t cope without you. Even ask Polly, I was on the Tokyo every day, I didn’t stop smoking. You help me, (Y/N), you’re my anchor.” He sounded like a drowning man.

“I’ll give you one last chance. If you fuck it up, it’s you’re fault.” You said after a long while spent deliberating.

“Thank you, (Y/N). I’ll show you how much this means to me: I’m going to spend the day looking after you.” A single tear rolled down his cheek as he professed his happiness.

And that is how Finn spent the day: making you soup; giving you massages; anything your heart desired. He just needed you to know: he loved you and couldn’t survive without you.


Reader X Tommy Shelby

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The Peaky Blinders warn you that this imagine contains strong language.

A/N - I’m thinking of making a part two of this, let me know if this is something you’d be interested in.

Tommy anxiously paced up and down his rented London apartment smoking his cigarette like a train. Five hours straight he spent searching the streets of London for you but to no avail. You had been there this morning but your demeanour was different, you were quieter and not as cheerful as normal. Not knowing what to do, Tommy rang Polly hoping that she’d know anything about your whereabouts.

“Poll it’s Tommy, have you heard from (Y/N)? I can’t find her, I left to do some business this morning and when I came back she was gone. I’ve searched everywhere.” Tommy stressed down the phone.

“Your wife’s here and safe Tommy, from what I hear you’ve got some bloody explaining to do, not just to (Y/N) but to all of us.” Polly snapped down the phone.

“What the fuck is going on?!? Put my wife on Polly.” Tommy snapped back.

You were emotionally spent as you walked through the door of the Shelby home, you had been crying on the way back for the past five hours straight.

“(Y/N) I didn’t think you were back until tomorrow, where’s Tommy?” Polly asked as she made her way towards you before noticing your tear tracked face.

“He’s still in London.” You said quietly as you dropped your bags on the floor.

“Have you been crying? Polly continued as if she hadn’t heard you.

"He lied to me Polly, he fucking lied to me.” You stated weakly as Polly pulled you into the kitchen.

“You need to tell me everything.” Polly demanded while gently pushing you onto a chair.

“Tommy told me we were going to spend a few days in London, y'know go for dinner and explore a little. He said he needed to tie up a few loose ends to some business deal while he was there but it wouldn’t take long. So while he was out ‘tying up loose ends’ a man called Campbell came round asking for him. When I introduced myself as Tommy’s wife he laughed and asked if I knew about his little rendezvous’ with that pretty little barmaid Grace. He said he was surprised Tommy was married because Grace is the only one he’s willing to protect. I don’t know what to make of this Poll. Does this mean he’s cheating on me? You said as you began to cry.

"Darlin’ I’m just as clueless as you are.” Polly sighed as she affectionately rubbed your hand.

A few moments later the phone in the office phone rang making Polly leave the room to answer it. You knew it was Tommy and you knew he’d be frantic - after all you left without a word.

“It’s Tommy, he wants to speak to you.” Polly said as she poked her head around the corner.

You had thought about refusing to talk to him but you knew you’d need to at some point.

“Tommy.” You answered almost emotionlessly.

“I was fuckin’ worried sick wondering where you were, what’s going on?” Tommy questioned.

“What’s going on between you and Grace?” You demanded choosing to ignore his previous question.

“Ah shit.” He exclaimed, taking a deep breath before he continued. “She got herself into some trouble with the wrong type of people so I’m helping her out.”

“You’re cheating on me aren’t you? Your voice cracked as you asked the dreaded question.

"What? No! It’s not like that (Y/N).”

“Then why didn’t you tell me then if it’s all as innocent as you’re making it out to be.” You cried.

“Because I knew you’d react like this.” Tommy countered.

“Fuck you Tommy Shelby!” You screamed slamming the ear piece down before dropping to the floor in tears. You loved him there was no question but could you really trust him.