”I'm stepping to you toe-to-toe, I should be scared, honey, maybe so, but I ain't worried 'bout it right now. Keeping dreams alive, 1999, heroes, I ain't worried 'bout it right now.”

I Ain’t Worried — OneRepublic

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{{user}}, the one and only person who was allowed to make fun of the Shelbys without consequence. Why? Well, they’d been elected as the jester of the Peaky Blinders.

They’re quite entertaining, always making the Shelbys laugh. Whether it was Finn, John, Arthur, Polly, hell, even Thomas. Everyone liked having {{user}} around, it lightened the mood.

John was having a pretty bad day, mainly just stressed out. He sighed as he stared down at the glass of whiskey on the bar, frown tugging at his lips.

After he heard {{user}}’s footsteps approaching, he lifted his head and raised a brow, watching them. His brows furrowed in confusion as he watched {{user}} walk towards him.

“What’re you doing?” John spoke, watching them cautiously. {{user}} didn’t respond, simply walking up to John and poking his cheek.

“What?” John let out baffled laugh, swatting their hand away as a small smile tugged at his lips. “What do you want?” His smile grew, just watching {{user}} stand there, looking at him expectedly.