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deepdonutkid · 3 years

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Please headcanon it! I agree with lit everything you've said, especially the arguing with Tommy and John being soft and supportive

John with a communist girl- head canon

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This is my first x reader thing, I guess. This is also the first request, sorts of. So thank you anon, whoever you are, for my first writing request on Tumblr.

Requests are still open btw

Okay, this was a little longer than I expected! And yes, John's kids are mentioned! I just love them and I could write another headcanon about them as well! With fan art, because I have clear pictures of them in my head.

I typed this on my phone, because rn I'm at my parents house with my crappy laptop and it's too slow for me. Usually I type so much faster.

I'm a communist myself so this was very funny to write, because I know my 'linke macker' or just 'mennes' and how to avoid them.

Warning: drinking, violence and bar fights

John always had a thing for strong women. He just doesn't like women who doesn't know what they want and are too shy to talk to men.

He thinks he women shouldn't be scared of talking to him, because he would never hurt a woman. That's why, he can handle shy girls. He doesn't want to carry the whole conversation and he doesn't like silence.

John wants someone he can talk to and also with. Full length conversation about everything. Which cigarettes are the best, if he should wear his cap or the other, what to have for dinner, which card game is the best game... Stuff like that

Since his first marriage he knows that in a good marriage it's you two against the problem and not you two against each other. That is the reason he is looking for a partner, someone he can rely on.

When he first heard your name, he laughed it off. A woman leading protests... He just couldn't believe other men would listen to a woman and follow her command, because he knows men too well and how they treat their wives.

Then he saw you on a pedestal giving a speech about women's rights and he was quite impressed by your volume and your powerful voice. Actually he was just passing by, but he had to stop and listen for a while. You made some fair points. Women did a lot of unpaid work, men could or would never do. But he had to go after all, because he had something to do.

He thought about you once or twice, but after seeing you in the Garrison for the first time, it was something he would never forget. You argued with a man, who confronted you about your speeches and told you to keep your mouth shut.

John was already on the edge of his seat, to help you out, when the man graped you. Faster than he could process it, the man went down. With unbelieving look on his face he stared at you. Never ever he had seen a woman like you. A woman a strong left hook like his.

Finally he stood up and made his way up to you. He grinned, completely smitten, and asked if everything was okay. You brushed it off. Of course, you didn't need help. No damsel in distress here!

Then he had to try something different, because he wanted to talk to you, more now than ever. But he seemed to get a clue, why so many others listened to your speeches and why so many man respected you. Just while standing there you claimed, what was rightfully yours, respect. Everything about you, your whole presence, was so powerful, even a little intimating, but that just turned him on even more. So he asked you about your political opinion on police violence and now it was your turned to be stunned.

Nobody outside of your party wanted to get in a discussion with you, but there he was right in front of you and the smile on his face was honest. He didn't tried to make fun of you. The Shelby was different than all men you had met before. So you went with him back to his table and just talked, talked all night and about all sorts of things.

You just couldn't believe you met a man like this, so charming, so respectful like this in the Garrison. All about him was interested. You felt for his voice and the glance in his eyes when you explained something to him.

Both of you didn't recognize it at first, but while talking you moved closer and closer to each other. Suddenly his hand went on your lap. He moved it away quickly and apologized with a smile. Then you took his hand back, while looking deep into his eyes. It was the moment you knew you passed the point of no-return.

Everything went pretty fast from there. He kissed you, you kissed him, his hands were all over you, despite being in public, and the casual night out ended in his bed.

When you woke up first, you wanted to get away just as fast as you arrived, but he stopped you. Right before you could leave the bed, John hold your hand.

"leaving already?" He asked: "let me make you a cup of tea first"

The way he said with his sleepy voice was all it took to make you stay after all

Then you heard something that made you nervous. The sound of small feet making their way up to this room, mixed with squeaking voice of a little girl

"you got kids?" You croaked

John nodded. "Didn't you know?" Because everybody in Small Heath seemed to know. Kids aren't a secret anyway.

No, you didn't and you shook head. You knew his name, his reputation, but otherwise you didn't bother to listen after the Shelby's name was dropped

Everything the Peaky blinders did was not really legal or nice, so you wanted to stay away from them and further troubles.

Now you slept with one of the Shelby brothers and wondered, if you made a mistake last night by walking home with him.

John saw the concern on your face. "You have a problem with that?"

You eyes widened and you shook your head again. "No. No! I love kids." After taking care of your younger siblings and the kids of of your older siblings and probably a dozen cousins, you knew you loved kids.

And you had a plan to get some children of your own, but you were to busy to work for women's rights and worker's rights and the revolution.

And as you got older you realized that most men took their women for granted, while they did so much for their husbands everyday. You didn't want that for yourself. And you did pretty well on your own. Why would you need a husband anyway?

But something in your heart melted while you looked at him with his kids. You just couldn't deny that and soon you became his girl.

Everybody seemed to know and they treated you different now. You disliked it, but there was nothing you could do about, so you just made your peace with that.

One evening John and you laid in his bed. The kids were already asleep. When John whispered: "I want you to meet my family."

Of course you saw them passing by and they greeted you. Once you sat with Arthur in the Garrison, while waiting for John. But you hadn't talked with them more than a few words.

Then again, you weren't so sure, if you would like to. You knew Tommy from before the war, while he was still in your party and a communist. But that was before the war changed everything. Tommy- you heard from others- became a cold-hearted asshole, who didn't even smile since he came back from france.

While being with him in the party, Tommy and you wouldn't stop "discussing things". Actually you two fought everytime and about every little political issue. One time he threw something at you. This was how much you liked each other and you still had the scar and your forehead from book he threw at you.

John stroked you head and said: "everything is going to be alright. You'll see." You nodded in agreement. If it was his wish, you just couldn't say no. And maybe you could get along with Tommy after all.

But no, it wasn't that easy. Polly, Arthur, Ada and Finn liked you so much, but with Tommy everything was still the same. So not exactly everything had changed after all.

The both of you couldn't stop bickering at the dinner table. It ended with you storming of and leaving. Or at least you thought this was the end.

Right after you slammed the door, you heard John yelling: "I was about to ask her, if she would marry me! Don't ruin this for me! This is my life."

Then you really had to leave. You were scared John would come after you and ask you right away, because you didn’t know what to say.

You ran straight to your parents home and hid there. When the panic vanished you knew your answer.

That night you sneaked to his house and knocked. John seemed so relieved to see you. “I looked for you everywhere, y/n!”

“The answer is yes.”, you sputtered with gleaming joy

It came out of nowhere and John just kept starring at you with the same confused expression

Then you added: “I want to be your wife”

You could see his brain processing this infromation. John still looked baffled.

A grin appeared on his face as he realized what you just had said. Just secounds later he pulled you closer for a kiss

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dearagony15 · 5 years

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The Falls: Monster You Hired.

- The Falls: Monster You Hired.

“Did her mom know about that? That you “do that stuffs” to her?”

I couldn’t stand myself for not asking him that question because well, I am a woman even I’m not a teen anymore.

“No. She wouldn’t dare to tell her mom about that. I’m sure about it,” he said in full of confident and he laughed too. Like he was really proud of himself.

Here is another story I’ve had with me for years.

Before I moved to Spring Hills I used to live in Indonesia with Sharon and her Chinese family. I worked as a financial accounting at north area. It took 45 minutes or even more to get to my workplace so instead of using public transportation which it could take longer and been so annoying lot of time I prefer to hire a driver to drop and pick me up every Monday till Friday office hours.

Then I met this person when the only one and my best driver suddenly quited from his job. And I met Robert to replace his seat to give me a ride every day. Except weekend.

For your info, I didn’t drive. Doesn’t mean I didn’t pass my driving license but I have my personal reason for not driving a car or riding a motorcycle here.

And back to my main story, it was about a girl, a young teenager girl, let’s named her Ingrid. Robert, my new driver at that time had a long weird benefits relationship with Ingrid’s mother. Ingrid was 16 at that moment. And Robert was 39 years old. He worked many type of jobs and was basically an online driver too. Every early morning he would have to up to help Ingrid’s Mother to push a cart from her flat to prepare her mini restaurant near my apartment. And it was pretty far from her place, to be honest. She rent a place near my apartment, a Chinatown area and was selling noddles with that cart. Robert helped Ingrid’s Mother with that stuffs also have to taking care of Ingrid at home. Babysitting her whole day until her mother comeback home.

Well, Ingrid even she is already 16 years old but she was still acting like a kid. She lost her biological father when she was 5 years old. Her mother had chosen not to marry anymore. So when Ingrid met Robert, she was really loved him like her own father. Even she knew that Robert actually married, has wife and two kids who was living in another town. Ingrid and Robert relationship was kind of bonded to each other for years.

I don’t think Robert’s wife know that her husband actually had a friends with benefits here in Jakarta while she was waiting for him to come home every night and days. Maybe she just know that Robert has been working as an online driver and he gave her money regulary and that is enough for her as long as she got money to live. Kind of wow to me. This is ridiculous and sad.

I know this little family and these people even they are not in my circle life or not my neighbors too but I’ve met them few times. I meant Ingrid and her mother. Me and Sharon ever visited her mini restaurant to eat her noodles. I was expecting it was a Chinese noodle which has a chinese flavor but it hasn’t. Instead it has a local noodle taste. Yeah, Indonesian food, my Dad’s favorite food all the time and that’s where Sharon came from before she met John Falls, my father. So I feel familiar with that taste too. Feels like home. And I was home at that time too.

Anyway Ingrid’s Mother was the one who introduced me with Robert when she met Sharon. They both have had a conversation and Sharon told her that I needed new driver because my last one already quited. So I thought Robert was good and at that moment I do really need a driver to work as soon as possible, so we made a deal and he got that job.

My first impression toward Robert’s personality, well, you won’t believe this but I could read people aura, their expression on their face, their body language, gesture, lip, also their behavior from the first impression. So when I met Robert he looked--- fine, good, normal but he has something in his eyes. Something tricky, playboy, pervert, like a typical of jerk behind his baby face. I surprised to see how young his appearance with that baby face, sweet smile and his tanned skin. That’s why he looked like a bit arrogant and pervert because he confessed to me after a week he had worked with me that so many young girls had been chasing him and wanted to be his girlfriend even he told them he married- twice.

I kinda like wow when he told me the fact about his life. He married twice, yeah okay that was his personal stuffs but he had shared lot of his personal stuffs to me along way from my home to my work place including his sex life with his wife, with some teens he had spent a night with etc etc. I was like “OMG, Can this man stopped talking about those stuffs and just focus with the road? It was really annoying.” Very annoying and so disturbing me a lot.

He cheated on his wife with some teens he met on street. I meant, really?! It’s disgusting. He told me that and he was bragging himself about how famous he was in front of teenagers and some younger girls. That was his favorite so far, he said. And Ingrid was one of his favorite too. When I heard that, I felt suffocating and I wanted to puke on his face.

“Did her mom know about that? That you “do that stuffs” to her?”

I couldn’t stand myself for not asking him that question because well, I am a woman even I’m not a teen anymore.

“No. She wouldn’t dare to tell her mom about that stuff. I’m sure about it,” he said in full of confident and he laughed too. Like he was really proud of himself.

I had enough. Somebody just kick him out from my car, please! The way she treated her like that it was making me fed up. I was so mad at that time. And I think I had enough with this guy. I don’t need a driver like him. He was a jerk, a bastard, a pervert and all bad things on my mind I would throw into him.

I had enough. If Sharon knows this she would be worry about me. The worst part, if my Dad knows about him, he would put a gun into his dick and shoot that gun and he would be dead at the same day. That’s why I didn’t tell anyone until I got new solution with this stuff.

Somebody also told me that Robert had lot of friends with benefits before Ingrid’s Mom just to get money, wealthiness and sex of course. Seems like I knew all of his bad reputation now. And he loves Asian woman. When I heard this I think I need to save Sharon or just keep her away from that bastard.

Gosh, what type of driver I had this time?

So after month after month I’ve been trying to get a new driver, finally on February I got one. And I fired Robert with a polite statement after he came up late to pick me up to work. I almost lose my good reputation at work just because he came late to drop me at work. I couldn’t hold my anger toward him at that moment because he didn’t only once making mistake but more than once. So, it was the last time I saw him. I was too sick and tired dealing with him everyday. It was so stressful.

And my new driver that Sharon introduced me after I told her the truth because I couldn’t hold my anger any longer about Robert stuffs, he was so polite, neat, good attitude and humble. I like my current driver now.

About Ingrid. I know I should have reported Robert about what he has done to her. Or I should have told her mother about the monster she hired to help her and taking care of her daughter but I didn’t do that. I didn’t do anything to save her. It was too personal and Ingrid seems mysterious and I couldn’t talk to her anymore. She was with her mother or being with Robert 24 hours so I couldn’t get into her to get more evidence or even to ask her to report her issues towards Robert.

I couldn’t save her because she fell in love with him.

I couldn’t save someone who doesn’t want to be saved.

So I wrote this poem inspired by her incident.

I wish there is no such a thing like this anymore.

Please be careful and do not trust people so easily.

You should know how to protect yourself.

You should know how to say No and Stop!

Or do something about it.

You looked sweet and kind, people said.

You talked nice to everyone.

You looked so religious especially when you mentioned all good stories from your own book.

People would think that you were one of their best in your community.

Actually you were living in denial.

You were hiding with you mask.

You didn’t show them your real face.

You acted like you were a perfect person so they would think you were nice.

You were a fake one. A pervert and a predator for kids and teens.

You told me how religious you were.

But you were catcalling woman. You still talk dirty and watch porn after praying.

Then you told me how perfect yourself if you were preaching about others opinion.

You told me how much you loved you second wife wives but you still flirting with A then f*cked C.

You were bragging yourself about how good yourself with S stuffs and then you were into teens and kids.

You touched her. You ruined her life. An innocent young girl who supposed to be your daughter.

You sexually abused her and threaten her not to tell her mom about it.

Nobody knows what you did to her.

I’m sickened with people like you.

You didn’t think with your brain but your ass.

You did know what your religion had taught but you didn’t educate yourself with respect and good attitude towards woman.

You only see woman as a sexual object. You think woman are all weak so you can play your game and used their money for your own sake.

You probably forget, your mom also a woman.

You probably forget that you has a 16 years old daughter, also a teenager.

I wonder what God would have thought about you.

I wonder what would be the best shit hell would give you as a punishment.

I don’t blame religion. I blame to the people who used it wrong way.

By. Vivian Lin

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