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merakiaes · 3 years

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Captain Jealous - William Lennox

Pairing: William Lennox x reader

Requested: By @neemonroe

Prompts: #20, #41, #42 from the smut-list.

Warnings/notes: Takes place before Transformers. Not proofread so sorry in advance for any mistakes. Might be a little bit OOC but I still hope you’ll enjoy it. Please reblog and comment, it would make my day <3

Wordcount: 3806

Summary: Flirting with Will only seems to result in annoyance, but when you finally turn your attention elsewhere, he’s not very pleased.

Growing up, your mother had always told you to be the kind of woman that, when your feet hit the floor each morning, the Devil says, “oh crap, she’s up”.

You lived by those words every day of your life, not once backing down from a fight, always standing up for what was right, as well as holding your own and never giving up on getting the things you wanted.

To most, you were one of the strongest and most admirable women they’d ever gotten the pleasure of meeting, but to others… well, let’s just say that you might have taken your mother’s words a bit too literally.

You were absolutely relentless when you put your mind to something and one of the many people who had fallen victim to that stubbornness was William Lennox.

Having enrolled in the army around the same time and being equally as good at what you did both back in training and in the field, the two of you had always respected each other and rather than being competitive, tried your best to lift each other up.

If one of you took control of a situation and started shouting out orders, the other didn’t question it, not even when Will eventually passed you in ranks. Because your minds worked in the exact same ways and so it didn’t really matter who gave the orders since the orders would be the same in the end, anyway, no matter whose lips they passed.

But you did differ in the way that Will much preferred to keep his personal life separated from his professional life, while you had a habit of letting them merge together, which inevitably resulted in you bringing the obvious attraction you felt for him with you out on the field.

Will was one of the people who thought you had taken your mother’s advice a bit too literally. That was what he told you on a daily basis as a response to your endless flirting, at least. But you knew better; you knew that he, at least to some extent, reciprocated your attractions, thanks to the few moments you had shared back in training.

“It was all fun and games back then”. He liked to say in that stern, military voice he had picked up the second he was promoted to Captain. “But this is the real deal. This is serious, and this, this thing you’re doing, is unprofessional.”

Ever the workaholic soldier, he was, at this point basically having dedicated his entire life to the job with no time to spare for fun. But no matter how hard he tried denying it, you knew that the two of you shared something, and so did every other member of your squad.

The only ones who seemed completely clueless to this were the newbies and as you gradually lost hope that your stubborn captain would ever admit and give in to his feelings, you found it to be a breath of fresh air to be able to spend time with people who weren’t constantly making suggestive remarks and fueling the attraction from your side.

One, in particular, caught your eye; tall, dark and handsome. He had yet to gain more muscle than the bare minimum and was, admittedly, kind of lanky. He was one year younger than you which was way too young seeing as you’d otherwise not even go for guys the same age as you, but he had banter and shared your flirty, dirty, cheeky sense of humor which, most definitely, made up for what he lacked in life-experience.

Will had smugly watched all of the newbies try to make a move on you only to be shot down quicker than your enemies, but then the last of the soldiers had swept up by your side, put a long, lean arm over your shoulders, and hit you with the cheesiest pick-up line he had ever heard.

“How you doing, mama? You must be a parking ticket, ‘cuz you got fiiine written all over you.”

While Epps, Fig and the rest of the team broke out into laughter at the man’s poor technique, Will’s face transformed from smug to stone-cold murderer.

Why? Because he knew that you didn’t want a man to tell you the stars reflected in your eyes or that you took their breath away with your beauty.

What you wanted was someone who could make you laugh, and when you threw your head back and joined in on the seemingly endless laughing fit, he was overtaken by a feeling so strong that he didn’t quite know what to do with himself.

And you noticed the change of demeanor immediately. The long, hard stares were only the tip of the iceberg, as was the way he would move closer to you and find a way to touch you as much as he possibly could without making it inappropriate or suspicious.

The most extreme part of his change in behavior was how hard and strict he suddenly became with the rookie, who had quickly earned himself the reputation of your very own lapdog.

He got scolded even for the most insignificant of mistakes, always got put on parade as the “example” in exercises in which he was usually thrown to the ground by Will himself and totally and completely humiliated.

Of course, those moments were just poor thinking on Will’s part seeing as you, besides being incredibly flirty and witty, also happened to be one of the most caring members of the team.

Not only did he have to watch you laugh until your stomach hurt at the rookie’s bad jokes, but he also had to watch you comfort and reassure him after his one-on-one’s with the Captain.

And still, Will couldn’t stop himself from making the same mistake again and again, the consequences every time being that he was stuck watching you fuss over the younger soldier, because no matter how much it vexed him, he knew that you knew why he was acting the way he was.

It was all a game to you and he played along because he wanted to keep showing you that he was the better option. Unluckily for the rookie, though, Will’s method of showing dominance was through physical contact.

You knew what Will was doing, how he was trying to punish the rookie, mildly and legally, of course, while simultaneously trying to show you that he was displeased with what was going on; that he wanted it to stop.

To a start, you only showed interest in the rookie to fuck with Will, but you quickly realized that he was actually a fun guy to hang around.

You enjoyed spending time with him. Not a second with him went without laughter and it was nice to be able to have fun like that for a change, and soon enough, you’d more or less forgotten about the silent war between the two of you.

You probably knew that it wasn’t a real interest, judging by the way you didn’t even care enough to remember his name, but it was fun to have another banter-buddy.

You’d had an identical friendship with Epps since the start, but two people could only keep the creativity up for so long; after a while, you just couldn’t come up with witty remarks and sarcastic jokes, anymore.

Up until then, Will had still kept his disapproval about the whole thing lowkey, because as long as you were only doing what you were doing to make him jealous, you were still interested.

But when you started making moves on the rookie with genuine interest, without looking over at Will while doing it, it was no longer a game.

While already on the topic of games, you were completely useless when it came to cards. It didn’t matter what game you played; you’d always end up as the loser. And although you enjoyed the banter that followed the teasing of your poor card-playing abilities, your patience wasn’t endless.

“Alright, I’m calling it.” You chuckled after losing the fifth game of the evening, dropping your thick deck of cards onto the table in front of you.

“Really? But it was going so good for you.” Epps wasted no time in firing back with feign-surprise, to which all you did was deliver a sharp slap to his head.

The table broke out into laughter. “You had that coming.” Fig shook his head, successfully starting a metaphorical war.

You chuckled at their antics and pushed back your chair, getting to your feet and stretching your arms above your head.

“I’m gonna take a shower.” You said, and wasted no time in starting to collect your things.

The rookie’s attention was instantly piqued, and so was Will’s, who had been playing in silence nearly the entire time you’d been there.

“You know, I need to shower, too.” He stated, shrugging his shoulders with a smirk. “So, I should probably join you. You know, save water. Provide some extra heat.”

“Oh, yeah?” You raised a playful eyebrow and chuckled. “Tempting offer, but I’ll have to take a raincheck on that. Glad to know I have options, though. Maybe next time.”

Without waiting for his reply, you snatched your jacket from a nearby stool and playfully flicked his forehead, before turning around and walking away, completely oblivious of the pairs of eyes that kept watching you from the table you had just left.

You went about your shower routine like you always did; get undressed, wash hair, wash body, turn off the water in-between washes, get dried and get dressed again. Sharing the water with so many people could be hard, so you couldn’t really take the long, thoughtful showers you did when at home.

You were out again as quickly as you had gotten in and took your time getting lotioned and dressed, getting as much self-care into your night as you possibly could when at a military base.

“What are you doing with the new kid?”

You should’ve been significantly more aware of your surroundings as a soldier but in your defense, everyone dropped their guard to some extent when in a safe environment, so the scream that came out of your mouth at the sudden sound of a voice was completely justified.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” You swore as you jumped around, hastily reaching for your damp towel to cover your bare chest.

Coming face to face with a furious-looking Will, you glared. “Knock much?”

He didn’t look amused in the slightest, crossing his arms over his chest. “Knock, knock. Answer my question.”

Your mouth snapped shut at the dominance behind his voice and your eyes instinctively flickered to his biceps, veins and muscle more defined than ever in the way he had positioned his arms.

You were, however, proud to say that you were quick to come back to your senses, your eyes snapping back to meet his.

“Do you, maybe, oh, I don’t know, want to turn around?” You asked sarcastically with a raised eyebrow.

If you wanted him to turn around to gain privacy for yourself or simply because you couldn’t stop glancing at his bulging biceps, you didn’t know, but no matter the reason behind your wish, he didn’t move an inch.

“Answer the question.” Was all that he said, and you rolled your eyes.

“I’m just having a bit of fun.”

“Do you like him?” His questions kept shooting out as quickly as bullets and, again, you couldn’t refrain from rolling your eyes.

“He’s fun to be around.” You said simply, giving him a slightly annoyed glare before turning around and dropping the towel to continue getting dressed.

Will didn’t even try to cover the fact that he was checking you out, eyes shamelessly traveling your form and taking his sweet time to remember all the details his eyes could reach.

It wasn’t like this was the first time one of you saw the other only partly clothed – you know, it was kind of inevitable for all of you to catch a glimpse of each other’s birthday suits once every blue moon - so once the shock of his sudden appearance had melted off, the nervousness followed.

“But do you like-like him?”

At the sound of that question in particular, you couldn’t help but snort.

“What is this? Third grade?” You threw him an amused look over your shoulder. “Say that I do like-like him, do you think I should ask Epps if he can give him a note asking him to check yes or no on whether or not he’d like to be my boyfriend?” You gave him a sarcastic pout.

At this point, Will was completely fed up with your inability to take anything seriously and spun you around by your arm.

Luckily, you had just finished hooking your bra behind your back, said bra thankfully covering your chest from his view.

“Can you not make a joke about everything?” He asked, your wrist firmly held in his hand. “You have to realize how bad this looks to our superiors. First me, and now him. You can’t go around flirting with everyone. It makes you look unprofessional and uncommitted and that, in turn, makes it look like I can’t do my job.”

“Is that really what’s got your big-soldier-boy panties in a twist, though?” You narrowed your eyes challengingly, and slowly fought your wrist out of his grip to, instead, grab a hold of his hand.

Further proving your point, he did nothing to protest, the glare remaining in his eyes, but the rest of his face being overtaken by exasperation.

“I just don’t get it.” He said. “You spend all this time pushing my buttons, being completely insufferable with your never-ending flirting, and now you’re suddenly interested in someone else?”

“I think the real question here is why you’re suddenly interested when I’ve spent so much time trying to get your attention to no avail and now, what? You suddenly want me because I might be interested in someone else?” You raised an eyebrow, and couldn’t deny the flash of heat going through your body when he lowly growled.

“I’ve never not wanted you.” He objected. “And you’re not interested in the rookie.”

“How would you know?”

“Because I know you.”

“So what you’re saying is, basically, that you can’t be with me, but I also can’t be interested in anyone else.”

“We both know that relationships in this work are highly frowned upon and-“

“Highly frowned upon, but not forbidden. You’ve still had the option to choose, and you actively chose not to act on it. Just making that clear.”

“I haven’t acted on it because it’s wrong.”

“If it’s so wrong…” You started, a sharp shiver going down your spine as your bare back hit the cold, wet tiles. “Then why did you just corner me in the shower?”

During that short minute of back-and-forth arguing, he had done just that, the two of you now standing chest against chest in the darkest corner of the room.

Your face was pulled into a determined glare, as was his, and the tension and intensity behind your shared stare was enough to have all of the previously discussed issues forgotten in less than a microsecond.

The proximity between you in combination with the fact that you were at an obvious disadvantage in height and size made you feel both hot and cold at the same time. You felt like prey under his stare. You found yourself liking it all the while you were hating the feeling of being so powerless, and your inner conflict only added to the tension.

“You have no idea how much willpower it’s taken me to keep resisting you, to keep turning you down.” He spoke slowly, and lowly. “Each of my thoughts about you are improper and you put all of those thoughts into my head every day, pulling my strings, pushing my buttons, just walking around being… you.”

In one smooth motion, he intertwined his fingers with yours, and your eyes automatically flickered down to watch your now joined-together digits; rough and calloused meeting even rougher and more calloused.

“I like you. I care about you. More than I should.” He continued, prompting you to look back up with an eyebrow raised.

“And?”

“What do you want me to say?” He asked, exasperated and impatient. “Do you want me to say that I want to be with you? Because I do. I. Want. To. Be. With. You.”

You snickered at his over-dramatic emphasizing, finding it nothing short of amusing that he’d been protesting and telling you how wrong it was only seconds before, and now he was more or less proclaiming his love for you. That, more than anything, just showed how stubborn he was.

“Took you long enough.” You mused, leaning your head back into the wall and smirking, all while looking him straight in the eye. “It’s just too bad that I’ve grown so fond of the rookie. You know, he’s quite-“

Before you could finish your sentence, you were interrupted by Will’s lips crashing into yours, roughly and urgently. In the process, you were pushed even further into the wall behind you, and as the sudden force threw you off balance, you instinctively reacted by moving your arms up to his neck to hold yourself in place.

In return, his hands moved to each side of your waist, big, warm hands squeezing down on the flesh that had long ago turned cold from being bare in the nippy air for so long.

You had always imagined what it would feel like to be touched by him like this, but not even your wildest imagination could compare to the intensity of the tingles that spread through your stomach and chest.

Your hands slowly sneaked up the back of his neck, your body reacting automatically, but just as you were about to tousle your fingers in his hair, the moment ended when he pulled away.

Both of you were left panting in silence, the only sounds available for your ears to hear being your ragged breaths and the rhythmic dripping of the shower beside you.

“Wow, Captain.” You were the first one to speak. “I knew you were hot for me, but try to keep it in your pants. That was hardly professional.”

Just like that, your sarcastic persona returned as if it had never left in the first place, your eyes opening after having been closed up until then and meeting his with a playful grin.

A deep chuckle rumbled through his chest. “I’m pretty sure you threw professional straight out the window the first time we met.” He pointed out and much to your dismay, stepped back. “Are you going to stop encouraging the rookie, now?”

Getting straight to the point, okay.

“I don’t know…” You shrugged casually, bringing your hand up to your face to inspect your nails and peeking up at him through your lashes with a devilish smirk. “Jealousy looks kinda good on you.”

“I’m not jealous!” He exclaimed quickly, and you immediately raised an eyebrow as a way to say ‘really?’

“I’m not jealous.” He repeated, this time in a lower, calmer tone. “It’s just, you’re mine.”

Those two words alone were enough to make you inwardly groan, like one would when eating that first scoop of ice cream after not having been able to eat any in a week. Or a day.

But in a brave attempt to not make a fool of yourself, you remained in your teasing element, raising your eyebrows and hitting him back with a feign-uncaring: “Is that so?”

To that, he stepped closer to you once again, brought his hands up to cradle your cheeks, and playfully glared.

“Stop flirting with the rookie.” He repeated.

“Is that an order?” You asked.

“I’m asking politely.” He lied.

“Hmmm….” You hummed, pretending to think only for a moment, before flashing him a shit-eating grin. “No. I’m having way too much fun watching you squirm.”

Still leaning against the wall, you carefully pushed yourself up, pushed your chest against his and watched in success as his eyes flickered down.

Taking your sweet time, you brought your hands up to his chest with agonizingly slow movements and leaned your head up to his.

His breath shook as you brushed your lips over his and whispered against them lowly.

“You’re hot when you’re mad.”

Will pushed his head forward with obvious intentions, but before he could press his lips against yours, you slid out of the tight corner, resulting in him having to catch himself on the wall left behind.

With a proud smile, you walked over to the bench by which you had previously been working on getting dressed and snatched your shirt where it laid.

“You’ll drive me crazy before all this is over, you know that?” Will spoke from behind you, which only made your smile widen.

Quickly pulling on your shirt and collecting the rest of your things, you turned around and walked back up to him where he still stood in the shower.

“That’s always been the plan.” You replied simply, placing a quick peck to the corner of his mouth before once again turning around and walking away, this time leaving him completely alone in the room.

He had to take a few moments to collect himself and regain his composure, and by the time he walked back out, you were nowhere in sight.

With only you on his mind, he headed back to the table where the rest of the team were still playing cards, and sat down in the chair he had occupied before leaving.

“So, now that it’s just us here, I could use some advice on-“ The rookie wasted no time, but didn’t get to finish.

“You couldn’t handle her even if she came with instructions, kid.” Will interrupted without even looking at him, reading his mind without struggle since the person of his interest was one they had in common.

Growing up, your mother had always told you to be the kind of woman that when your feet hit the floor each morning, the Devil says, “oh crap, she’s up”.

To some, this was an admirable quality while, to others, you might have taken your mother’s words a bit too literally.

When it came to Will? Well, he just had nothing bad to say about you. You might’ve gotten on his nerves ninety-nine percent of the time, and been completely and utterly insufferable, but God did he love it.

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gosh-im-short · 5 years

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3 with Calum pls thank you 💗

sure thing, sweetie!

The loud bass shuddered through your chest as one of the lights flashed momentarily in your vision. You blinked and your eyes focused back on the man you had been guiltlessly staring at- Calum Hood. You had met him through a mutual friend and once you met him… you instantly had a crush. And who could blame you?

The tan man was tall, dark headed, had gorgeous brown eyes, and the squishy cheeks with the sharpest jawline you had ever seen.

And his voice? Oh. It was angelic. You mindlessly sipped on the cup of alcohol you had received from the party of one of your friend’s friend. You’ve never met the guy but whoever hires a dj and sets up lights and a dance floor can’t be bad right? You couldn’t deny that you kind of liked parties like these. The kind you can blend in if you want and also stand out if you want as well. And you also couldn’t deny that you had been starring at Calum far to long.

Just watching him talk to one of his friends over the loud bass. Was that a little creepy? Yeah maybe. But at the moment, you’ve had maybe a little too many drinks to think about your actions at the moment. But when else would you get a chance like this just to admire him? He was wearing a white shirt with black polka dots, a leather jacket, and black jeans along with black converse. He wore simple clothes yet they looked like a damn suit on him. Wow. You were kinda a little tipsy huh?

You set your drink aside even though you hadn’t finished it. You did not want to pass out on the floor again. Not again.

But as soon as you set the cup aside, one of your friends popped up next to you. “(Y/n)! Isn’t this great!” She shouted with her curled wand, brown hair bouncing along with each word.

You just mustered a nod as she… oh boy. She was hammered. She grinned at you before her eyes shifted to the male you had been staring at practically the whole night. You… had actually told her that you had a crush on her ex-roommate from college. And now with that sly grin of hers as she turned her green eyes over to you. Oh. Oh no.

“You’ve been sitting there all night and I think you need to get out on the dance floor and dance.” What is she doing. Before you could protest against her desire, she grabbed your hand and managed to pull you off of the stool you had been perching on the whole night. Then her steps were moving towards him. Oh no no no. You did not sign up for this. But against you trying to subtly yank your hand from her grip without making a scene, she hauled you over to Calum. He stopped talking to his friend and set his gorgeous brown eyes on yours before he shifted his eyes to your mutual friend.

"Hey! You remember (Y/n) right, Cal?“ She asked with a wide grin as she looked at you and at him. Oh she’ll get it later.

"Uh yeah I do.” He said with a small nod as he sorta shifted his feet appearing uncomfortable. Oh… this is not a good thing.

"Well she has been sitting by herself the entire time without anyone to dance with isn’t that a shame?“

"Uh yeah it-"

"You really think so? Wonderful you can dance with her."

Wait what. Before you could comprehend it- you stumbled forward and knocked into him. She just shoved you. What. Calum blinked a couple of times as he straightened you from falling and simultaneously setting his cup aside. He turned his gaze back down at you before he smiled.

"Guess we should huh?” You felt your stomach twist pleasantly as you smiled back.

“She won’t let us not dance."

He let out a brilliant laugh that made your smile increase as you took a slight step back. He wordlessly offered his hand to you and you accepted.

Then he guided you onto the floor with him as Bruno Mar’s Finesse started to play on the speakers. You grinned widely as you moved with your own motions on the dance floor. You felt like you were going to faint just being this close to him. Was it his smile? His laughter? Or the alcohol effecting your brain? Probably all three. But it seemed as soon as the song started it was over and a more slow song started to play. You blinked a little surprised at the change before you happened to look over at the dj station and… goodness gracious. She has struck again. She just grinned and made some kind of gesture that made you confused before- oh.

Your cheeks flushed as you found something around your waist and making your eyes snap up to the tan skinned man in front of you.

The man with his arm around your waist. Oh snap. You swallowed as your throat was now very dry at the simple look in his eyes. He… he seemed so focus. He was focused on you. Was this a dream? You felt like you were going to swoon. Then a slight smile came over his lips.

"You know… someone told me that you have a little crush on me.”

That little-

“It does make sense why you were staring at me tonight."

Oh… shoot. You swallowed as heat rose heavily to your cheeks.

"You uh.. saw that?” You asked quietly and embarrassedly as gosh darn it. He caught you. He let out a chuckle that you briefly felt vibrate through his chest.

"Yes, I did. You’re not very subtle, well… not as subtle as me I guess.“

"As you?” You questioned now confused instead of mortified.

“Yeah cuz you see… I’ve been looking at you too. And not because of my drink.” He spoke in a softer tone that still came over the music. “Because uh… well… this is not how I planned this, but uh… I like you, (Y/n). You’re nice and funny and cute in your own way and you obviously like me so umm… wanna kinda just hang out together? Alone?"

It took a few seconds for his words to process through your ears before… wait.

"Like.. like a date?” Now his cheeks were flushing- and not from the alcohol.

“Yeah.. a date.” Whether it be from the alcohol or some bold blessing, you smirked a tad.

“Wanna make it kinda official then?” You asked him as your eyes briefly flickered to his lips to just make your intentions noticeable. Then his lips quirked up into a smirk.

"Oh yes.“ And as the slow song you danced to came to the bridge, he leaned down and just gently captured his lips with yours. You closed your eyes and leaned up more. You rested your previously loose hands onto his arms and slid them up into his neck. You felt his arm pull you closer as he set his other hand on your back. The kiss stole your breath away and unfortunately made you pull back sooner then you would have liked. Calum reopened his deep brown eyes to look down at yours before his lips pulled up into a grin.

Then you heard someone wolf whistling and you both looked to see your friend waving and grinning. Oh yeah. She was definitely getting payback later.

holy this is longer than I thought it would turn out to be but tada! hope you enjoyed

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peakyxshelby · 7 years

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Game on.

Part 1

Finn Shelby x reader

Request: Hi.Can you something where u are Alfie's sister,Tommy sends Finn to use you for info.u found out when hearing Finn and some blinders talking about it at the Garrison,you're heartbroken cuz he was your 1 and all that.A long fic please or a II parts xx

Author's note: I got so carried away so it is super long and there will be a part 2 very soon. Also i did it from the reader's point of view and Finn’s do you guys like it this way or not? Please let me know thank you :)

“I won’t let you present me like a piece of meat to those fucking gypsy’s” You shout at your brother Alfie as he stands blocking the doorway of your kitchen.

“You’re being a tad over dramatic (Y/N), William will be at the dinner too. It’s to show peace, finally some fuckin’ peace.” Your brother always struggled with your stubbornness and inability to compromise with him. Since your parents passed Alfie was left in charge of you and Your brother Will, and admittedly he struggled. Especially with you, you were a fiery girl from a very young age and a handful to say, the least.

“So telling me to pick out something distracting is just for peace yeah? Not to use me to lure them into your traps huh?” You were clearly agitated by your brother, this wouldn’t be the first time he had used you as part of his bigger plan. Granted, he would never put you in any harms way but, he did what he had to in order to get the ‘best for the business’. Alfie sighed massaging his temples with his fingers and squinting his eyes.

“This is not up for discussion, you will be going wear whatever the fuck you want,” he said frustrated finally giving in and walking out of the kitchen leaving you by yourself.

You were stood outside the doors of the room the lunch meeting was being held in, underneath the bakery. Ollie was also dressed for the occasion as well as a few other of your brothers men. Then there were the men that were still in those scruffy apron clearly there for some sort of protection. You saw your brothers coming out of Alfie's office and making their way towards you.

“Alf, please do not tell me I am the only female here?” You looked at him, angry, again.

“If i told you that it would have been even harder to get you to come, can’t show these gypsies that we have a weak family bond can we?” You huffed as he lead you through the door with his hand on your shoulder.

And that’s when you saw her, the girl walked into the room and it lit up. Her swayed loosely by her back as Alfie led her into the room. Her black skirt and the bright yellow top was not something you would normally see girls round your end wearing, but my god was she pulling it off. You hadn’t realised how much you were staring until Arthur leant over.

“That’s the one,” he whispered in your ear as you both started over at the girl who was taking a seat just opposite of the table. You gulped as she looked up at you giving you a sweet smile, my god was she pretty. Her eyes gleamed as the light reflected off of them while she scanned the table looking at the men around her, her eyes stopped on yours. Your eyes widened as you smiled at her, she looked down breaking the eye contact and tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

“Well then Shelby’s, this is my younger brother who some of you have met William,” he turned to Will as he waved up at the boys, they all acknowledged him by nodding their heads. “And this, well this is my darling little sister (Y/N).” He placed his hand on the back of his chair and stared at them in his protective stance. You smiled slightly, you don’t normally get intimidated but something about the young boy with the freckles was making you shy. The dinner went on exchanging conversation about their home in Birmingham and in yours here. It sounded like friendly chat but it wasn’t, you knew it wasn’t. Alfie had a plan and they probably did too, the conversation wasn’t personal just polite. As the dinner finished up Alfie grunted clearing his throat.

“Well boys, I will see you at the club in an hour or so, drinks will be on the house if you let them know your name.” Alfie stood up shaking some of the older men’s hands and patting the younger two on the shoulder before placing his hand protectively on your shoulder again and leading you out the room. When you got out into the corridor and out of earshot from any Shelby Alfie asked, “now that wasn’t so bad was it?” You shook your head. Granted, it was boring but nowhere near what the normal meetings were like.

“Why were you so quiet in there anyway? Never thought I'd see the day (Y/N) bloody Solomon’s would finally shut her mouth,” Your brother will teased as you turned around swatting at him for being cheeky.

“Wasn’t in the best mood, A rum down me and a boogie on the dancefloor and I’ll be fine,” You said.

“You aren’t coming to the club, too dangerous tonight with those scummy blinders creeping about. And especially no rum.” You rolled your eyes at Alfie giving you more orders.

“It’s not up for discussion Alf,” you sung as you skipped down the hall and out the door.

You sat at a back booth of the club with Michael and Isaiah, Isaiah was asking what the meeting was about earlier as he wasn’t allowed to attend. It was a strictly family meeting. But you weren’t listening your eyes were too busy darting about to try and find (Y/N).

“The girl Finn or me has to try and seduce is a right looker though,” Michael laughed sipping on his whiskey. Shit. You forgot that the task was going to be given to either you or Michael depending on how she reacts to both of you.

“She’s mine Gray,” You state bluntly giving him a challenging look.

“Oh really?” he said sarcastically back. “Game on.” The two of you were both staring at each other, tensions high as Tommy and Arthur sat down with you in the booth.

“So boys, you remember what you have to do yeah?” Tommy asked seeing the tension between you two but deciding to ignore it. You nodded as did Michael still looking over Arthur’s shoulder for the girl.“We really need her to fall in love remember, we need as much information as possible and she is Alfie’s weakest point.” You felt uncomfortable knowing that she was going to be used for some big plot and plan. We would be using her for information and when we got it she would be left with no one, betraying her brother and the blinders don’t want to be messing around with a jew.

“These two have a little game going on.” Isaiah laughed snapping your attention back to the conversation. “Seeing which one will win her over by the end of the night.” Tommy looked from you and Michael narrowing his eyes at you both.

“Do not fuck this up.” He warned before standing up and disappearing into the crowd again

You walked into Alf’s club, nodding to the bouncers at the door. They knew exactly who you were, in fact, almost everybody here knew who you were. You hopped up onto a bar stool and started tapping your hand against the bar.

“Miss (Y/N), rum is it?” You smiled and nodded your head at the man as he quickly poured you a glass.

“It’s busy tonight isn’t it,” You say looking around and that’s when you saw him again. The same freckly boy from earlier, his eyes locked on yours immediately. You don’t know what it was about those blue-green eyes and that strong jawline but it was leaving butterflies on your stomach. “

“Miss, I was left a message to give to you. Mr Solomons informed me that you weren’t to go near those men until he arrives,” You sighed as Max followed your gaze over to where the young peaky boys were sat.

“Thank you Max, and if he asks I did OK?” Max gave you a concerned look but just nodded in some sort of silent agreement as he knew there would be no stopping you if you really wanted to.

That’s when you suddenly felt someone’s presence beside you. You turned around and saw the other young Shelby boy that was at the dinner earlier, he was grinning at you. What is it with this family and their damn attractive genes.

“(Y/N) right?” he asked whilst waving over trying to get Max’s attention. You raised your hand slightly and Max came right over. “Irish Whisky please.”

“That’s right,” you said slowly sipping at your glass.

“They act like you’re in charge here,” He said first glancing at Max and then looking around the crowded club where people were pretty much steering clear of you. They knew not to approach you unless you approached them.

“And who says I'm not?” This quick comment made Michael grin at you as you stood swirling his glass. Just as he went to reply a strong hand came down on his shoulder.

“Backup Shelby,” Your brother Will grunted at him. Will was tall, very tall and extremely muscly. You could see Michael was slightly intimidated by him, you raised your eyebrows trying to hide your giggle behind the glass. Michael nodded at you then Will before walking away. “Max not give you the message?” He asked.

“He did, not my fault the boy came up to me,” you sighed signaling for another drink.

“Lucky it was me and not Alf that walked in, and slow down on those rums.” He said before turning around and leaving you to it.

You watched her all night, following her with her eyes wherever she went. You thought you fell in love when you saw her take the dancefloor with her friends. That smile and that laugh could break a thousand hearts. When she finally sat down on the edge of the stage where the band was playing you decided it was time to make a move. You had to take a couple deep draws from your cigarette to calm your nerves, focusing on the smoke filling up in your lungs. You downed your drink and pulled yourself up from the chair and making your way towards her. She smiled when she locked eyes with you, this relaxed you slightly as you sat down carefully next to her.

“Miss Solomons’, I’m Finn,” you introduced yourself trying to stop your hands from shaking as you held it out to shake hers.

“What?” She shouted over to you taking your hand and pulling her face close to yours to try and hear what you were saying. You realised she couldn’t hear you over the loud music making you nervous again. You repeated yourself but she still couldn’t hear you. She stood up quickly and you thought you had blew it until she grabbed your hand and pulled you up as well leading you over to some closed of booths with another bouncer in front of the, She smiled at the tough looking man as he stood out the way for her to enter. She sat down at a chair and you sat across from her.

“I’m so sorry i couldn’t hear a word you were saying. My ears are still ringing,” she laughed as she sorted her hair out. That laugh was something else.

“Well, I just came over to introduce myself, I’m Finn,” she smiled at you.

“Finn huh? Youngest Shelby boy I take it?” You nodded feeling a little self conscious now maybe she was looking for someone older. “You are looking at the youngest Solomons so we have that in common.” You talked for a good hour, obsessed with the way she spoke, the way she looked when she spoke, everything about her. She seemed to be genuinely interested in what you had to say too. You kept catching her staring at you when you were telling a story and looking away when you locked eyes blushing. You don’t know how but you were falling for this girl from the rival family. You didn’t want her to be part of some sort of deal. You almost didn’t want her to be part of this plan, you didn’t want to betray her but family always came first.

And that’s when my brother stormed in. Finn and I had been speaking for hours he was funny, smart, kind and you did really like him. But of course, your perfect night was interrupted.

“There you are, I’ve been looking everywhere for you bloody hell,” Alfie scoffed barging in. “What the fuck is going on here?” he almost sighed looking at Finn who was sitting opposite you.

“We were just talking Alf,” You reassured your brother standing up and smoothing down your skirt. You wanted to stay and chat but you knew that wasn’t going to be an option. He lead you out the room looking back at Finn who was still looking at you in awe.

“He’s harmless,” you started when you got out of the room, “and sweet.”

“Nothing sweet about the gypsies,” Alfie scoffed you could tell he was annoyed at you for worrying him.

You sat bored for the rest of the evening you couldn’t stop thinking about Finn, your brother noticed how mopey you were being.

“You better not be in a mood because I took you away from that bloody Shelby,”

“No Alf, was just nice to speak to someone who wasn’t terrified of me,” You sighed as he wrapped an arm round your shoulder giving you a quick hug. “I’m sorry but it's just how it has to be.” “I know.”

As the Shelby’s packed up to leave for the night you stood at the door shaking their hands as they left, Finn was last and when he shook your hand he placed something in it. You locked eyes with him quickly before looking down at the piece of paper he had put in your hand. By the time you looked back up he was gone. You looked down again trying to see what the handwriting said. It was a number. Finn’s number.

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