#Tommy or Arthur about women and you’re probably halfway to happiness already

[divinekangaroo]

The man who got laid the most in Peaky Blinders: Johnny Dogs

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Sweet Boy-Bonnie Gold x Reader x Finn Shelby (Part 2/?)

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Part 1

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Summary: (Y/N) agrees to go for some drinks with Bonnie, despite her reservations about him. She doesn't want to cause tension between the boys, but a part of her is enjoying the attention.

Characters: Bonnie Gold x Reader, Finn Shelby x Reader, Isaiah Jesus x Reader (platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Swearing, angst, arguing, threats, jealousy, fluff

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Bonnie's P. O. V

"Bonnie, I'm really not sure." (Y/N) said, looking apologetic.

My eyes cast down to the ground."Yeah, it's alright. If you don't want to come-"

"No, it's not the fact that I don't want to come. I think Finn is pissed off at me."

I looked back up at her, confidence returned."And you care about that?"

She smiled."No, I don't. Alright then, let's go."

I held out my arm for her, grinning when she looped her arm through mine. As we began walking, there was a small voice in my head warning me not to do this. Finn would be pissed, and Isaiah probably wouldn't be too happy either, it could cause tension within the group. I could potentially cause plans to fall under if we couldn't work well with each other. But as I said, that voice was small, very small.

I just couldn't understand how Finn could let (Y/N) get away. Understandably he had changed, the only male influence he had around him were his brothers, and they weren't the best role models; but (Y/N) would have stuck by his side if he let her in a little, she wasn't asking for much. However, I was glad that he called it off, gave me a final chance.

(Y/N) was so sweet, so nurturing but she had picked up the fierceness from the Shelby women. It didn't show for a while, she bit her tongue in order to not upset the family or risk losing her job, but the day she snapped at Finn was a showstopper; even Arthur was praising her afterwards.

"Never been in here before." (Y/N) stated as we approached the pub.

"Me neither."

"Oh, will we be alright in here?"

"I've got a peaky cap on haven't I?"

She was still hesitant, but walked in as I held the door open for her. Surprisngly, the place was full of various ages, both young and old, people just getting off their shifts at work. Some eyes turned our way, there were those bold enough to keep looking as I ordered for us at the bar. As soon as the drinks were handed over, I took (Y/N)'s hand and lead her to a table, moving it further into a corner so no one could hear us.

"Don't worry about them staring. It's their only form of entertainment." I reassured her.

"I know. Like earlier with the guns, just forgot about everyone watching after Finn..."

Finn's P. O. V

"Finn, calm down." Isaiah groaned as he tried to keep up with me.

"No, I won't. Who the fuck does he think he is?" I snapped back.

"That's just how Bonnie is, you know that."

"It doesn't give him any right."

"No, I know-"

I abruptly stopped walking, spinning around to face him."So you agree?"

"I mean, yes, I guess so-"

"Good." I went back to my walking.

"Finn."

"Look, we'll just forget about it for now, and speak to him tomorrow. I'm Finn fucking Shelby, he should listen to me. But tonight, we'll get smashed at the Garrison and-"

"If we're headed to the Garrison, why are we going towards (Y/N) 's flat?"

My footsteps slowed down, realising that he was right. I looked in the direction of her home, trying to brush off the fact that she would be there now, resting after today's work. I sniffed, fixing my suit.

"Come on mate, let's get a drink." Isaiah patted my shoulder, about to steer me away from the flats when we heard laughter.

My instincts forced me to see where it was from. I felt my blood boil and face scrunch up as I saw (Y/N) and Bonnie together, walking arm in arm away from her home. He had pushed it, I thought he was my friend, I was beginning to welcome him into the group, but he had turned around and fucked it all up.

"Finn, leave it. You don't care about anymore, remember?" Isaiah attempted to block my view.

"Is he fucking taking the piss?!" I seethed."He takes my girl after all that happened? Thought we were mates!"

"You've said you don't love her."

"I don't."

He scoffed."I think you do mate."

"Oh fuck off."

"Don't shoot the messenger! Look, if you don't want them to be together so much, then you need to sort it."

"How do you mean?"

"Let's go after them. Crash their little date."

"They'll just argue with us."

"Exactly. We get Bonnie riled up, he throws a few punches for no reason, he upsets (Y/N) and she never wants to see him again."

"You really think he'll start fighting us?"

"If we say the right words."

I pondered the idea for a moment. It was tempting to follow Isaiah's plan. The only way I knew how resolve most things was doing something like this. But (Y/N) was likely to take his side, and I couldn't be sure if we would be able to show a bad side of Bonnie.

"Right, we are going after them. But we'll not be fighting." I decided.

"What? Why?"

"Cause I said so."

Isaiah only replied with a huff, gesturing for me to lead. I straightened my back, peaking around the corner to check where they were. They were at the end of the street, a good distant away from us. I nodded to my friend before we headed after them, staying hidden as they mocked me by being...happy with each other.

(Y/N)'s P. O. V

As Bonnie told me one of his embarrassing stories of being relentlessly chased by one of his horses as a child, I found myself constantly smiling, staring into his eyes. They were wild, like his upbringing, but had a sense of control over me. I was entranced, captivated. And with his peaky cap laid out on the table, his curls were revealed, making me forget that he was even part of the gang for a moment. That small moment was bliss, though ruined when the doors opened again, the customers conversations dying down again. Bonnie stopped speaking too, both of our happy expressions slowly disappearing.

Finn and Isaiah waltzed in, leaning against the bar and ordering a drink. There was no point in trying to hide or leave. They were here because they knew we were. Rubbing my eyes, I didn't look at them again until I noticed their shoes beside me. With a scowl on my face, I tilted my head up, glaring at both of them.

"What are you two doing here?" I asked bitterly.

"Just having a drink, same as you two." Finn said.

"And you couldn't go to the Garrison?"

"Tom has a deal with this pub, as well as many others. And we're allowed to drink where we want."

"Well I wouldn't know any of that, seeing as you never spoke to me, even in the relationship."

Isaiah sat down."We wanted a change of scenery. Nothing exciting happens at the Garrison anymore."

I was hurt that Isaiah was joining in on this. Finn was his friend first and foremost, I understood that, but we were all adults. There was no need for this childish behaviour that led to no where.

"You could have thrown a punch, that's how you normally have fun." I spat.

Bonnie sniggered, covering it up by drinking his beer.

"What the fuck you laughing at?" Finn frowned.

"I mean, she's telling the truth." Bonnie mumbled.

"Always have something to say don't you?"

"Finn, don't start." I warned.

"He started it!"

I shook my head laughing."Oh my god. You've literally just come here to torment us. It's not against the law for us to have a few drinks."

"No, but I could ban you both from here."

"Why? I would just tell Tommy and he would probably lift it."

"You can't undermine me."

"And you can't speak to her like that!" Bonnie raised his voice, attracting even more attention.

"Bonnie-" I tried to stop him, but he and Finn were already staring at each other, tensing up.

"You've done enough gypsy boy."

"You're fucking family are descended from gypsies."

"Guy, stop it. We're going to get kicked out." I tried to get in between them, but nothing broke their glares.

"They can't kick me out, I'm a Shelby."

I rolled my eyes at Finn, standing up as I grabbed me things.

"(Y/N), where are you going?" Bonnie also stood.

"It's been a long day, and I don't want to be embarrassed any further."

I practically stomped out of the pub, ignoring everyone watching me. Clumsily, I shoved on my coat, trying to cool down from my blushing cheeks. I heard the doors burst open even though I was halfway down the street, before Bonnie called my name.

"(Y/N)! Please, wait, I'm sorry!" he called after me.

"Just leave me alone Bonnie, please. There's been enough trouble today." I shouted over my shoulder.

"At least let me walk you home."

I sighed as Bonnie managed to get in front of me, blocking my way."No, please don't."

His face dropped, head slowly nodding."Yeah, sorry. Shouldn't be harassing you like this."

"You're not harassing me Bonnie. It's just...Finn and I haven't been separated for that long, and I don't want this to be the reason that you two despise each other, and then one day you two might turn your back on each other, then one of you winds up hurt or dead; then it's all my fault and the family hates me, and...and I'm haunted by it for the rest of my life."

"Shit, when did you have time to think about all this?"

"It's all I thought about everyday when I was with Finn. It's what you think about when the people you love are in danger." I hid my chuckle as Bonnie smirked."That wasn't me professing my love to you."

He shrugged."I didn't say that."

"Thank you for the drikk Bonnie. I was having a good time until he showed up."

"Speak of the devil."

Looking over my shoulder, I saw Finn leaning against the pub wall, smoking. Turning back to Bonnie, I tried my best to smile, even if I was upset.

"I'll see you tomorrow Bonnie."

Bonnie P. O. V

Watching (Y/N) walk away, I withheld the anger bubbling inside me. She waved to me one last time before disappearing into her building. My steps had force in them as I walked away, unfortunately having to pass Finn on the way.

"Haven't got anything to say to me?" Finn sneered.

"No." I simply replied, continuing to walk.

"Thought not. Know your place."

My head tilted back as I chuckled, stopping in my tracks. I went to snap back at him, tempted to say so many things that he would end up crying. But my dad had always taught my to hold back, save the big finish so that the audience would be happy. That tactic worked out for me a lot, and I knew it wouldn't fail me, not with Finn. My strategy was all planned out, I just hoped it would be a fair fight.

[artigas]

(1) Hi! Its the anon that asked about lizzie and tatiana, I’m currently halfway through s5 and i really like jessie! I thought she was gonna be the one to finally resist tommys advances. I liked the scene where he goes to her apartment and they have a good back and forth. But alas she cant resist and sleeps w him, and he’s essentially just using her. I love her as a character and how she manifests her ideals into actions but, so far i thought she’d call out tommys shit by now!

And specially i cant help but resent how they set up the women to compete against one another, i rolled my eyes at the scene where they are exiting the polls and jesse and lizzie size each other up. Girls, please move on. I did like in season 5 where tommy is drunk meeting w jessie and she just gets up and leaves. I think the show has good female characters it just that they prioritize the male ones more. Unlike the women, the male characters dont revolve around a relationship. and finally, And idk if im just overthinking things but i think the show has upped its sexist comments? specially w tommy and arthur. W tommy telling lizzie shes his property and arthur telling linda to just be a good wife. Meanwhile polly and ada are really well written characters for the most part! Sorry this is so long i just have a lot of thoughts regarding the women of this show. And i love your analisis!

Nope! Don’t apologize, friend, I’ve absolutely adored reading all your feedback and your experience watching the show! I think Peaky Blinders, for all its good, has a lot of space to grow when it comes to women characters who are potentially romantically/sexually available to the protagonists- it does sometimes feel like the quality of writing and the depth of character for women characters waxes and wanes, but I also think that a lot of these characters- Lizzie, Grace, Polly, Esme, etc- have these great foundations, these building blocks of characterization that make them really compelling and really promising so long as they have free reign to be written as complexly and as thoughtfully as their male counterparts. I think Grace is a really stellar example, you know? Love her or hate her, she has a history, a back-story, individual motivations, and a social/political ideology that can actually really be broken down in some pretty interesting ways! Polly, too, is another character who is probably most obviously allowed to be pointedly ambitious, sexual, manipulative and outright cruel and still someone the show clearly roots for and sides with. I love what we get with Polly, especially considering how most shows would probably limit her to being maternal, chaste, and uninvolved in the family business (likely because of her age, too). Overall, I think the show does a good job of giving women characters flaws- none of them are meant to be perfect. But I really do think Peaky Blinders could benefit from occasionally resisting the urge to have all its women have romantic subplots, primarily with Tommy almost unexceptionally. 

As far as Jessie goes, I really do love that she’s someone who has this strong ethical and political foundation. I mean, Jessie and Freddie in a room together would’ve been a sight, right? I especially adored her scenes with Ada. I think they had such interesting chemistry and so much could’ve been done if the show had the real estate to really contrast Jessie’s idealism and dedication to the communist cause and Ada’s disenchanted relationship with that same movement she once honestly dedicated herself to. The fact that Jessie and Tommy both draw together because they represent to one (or, at least, invoke the memory of) their respective lost loves was also a refreshing change in terms of the sort of “romantic” relationships Tommy has had thus far. (How authentic we want to think that ‘relationship’ was from either Jessie or Tommy’s end is a different story and definitely worthy of suspect and investigation in the funnest possible way, I think, but I don’t wanna rant).

As far as season five goes, I think the hike in misogynist language and ideology wasn’t coincidental or without thought. I think Arthur and Tommy both are progressively getting worse as the show goes on and went through separate, but equally erosive psychological processes that took out a really ugly side to them both, especially in their relationship with the women in their lives. It felt to me like both characters were scrambling for control and finding a way to express authority over women who depend on them became one of the ways that need made itself manifest. I think it’s no coincidence that Lizzie and Linda look for solidarity in each other. I think their joint decision to write those letters, advocate their needs, and then respectively find some sort of approach to the state of their lives so that they could carry on with some semblance of safety, security, or (dare I say it!) happiness was interesting and heartbreaking- Linda tried to find it by leaving the family, finding another person to speak to and find solace with, and then eventually breaking down to the decision to attack Arthur and it hurt to see it! Lizzie’s own process was so complex, I think. I could go on and on about her belief that life wasn’t about what one deserves, but what one agrees to, settles for, etc. Her sex scene with Tommy, too, really just invites so much analysis and criticism, right? Which makes it, I think, a very effective sex scene as far as writing goes, because it isn’t a pause from characterization or plot, but rather a moment of intimacy between Lizzie and Tommy that reveals a different facet of their respective character developments. Was it kinda messy for Tommy to call her his property? Absolutely! But I also don’t want to dismiss how much I liked hearing Lizzie advocate some boundaries in that sex scene, too. It’s complicated, man! It’s a scene a lot of people have interpreted different and I’ve loved hearing all the different takes, there’s so much validity to be found in the different readings I’ve already seen out there. 

I think the show made no excuses for how awful Tommy and Arthur were being through season five. I think we as the audience are meant to recognize that their conduct and their comments weren’t something to emulate or exonerate, but instead symptomatic of their downwards progression throughout the season. It’s just a shame that these condemnations probably aren’t overt enough for the real Meat-Head faction of the fandom to catch onto- reddit is a nasty place to venture off into if you’re invested in any of Peaky’s female characters, that’s for sure. But man, if you’re here on tumblr, boy does this fandom have a lot of people churning out meta worth reading! If you want some blog recommendations, let me know!!! Thank you for keeping my in the loop with your watching journey ♡

[peakyxshelby]

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Michael Gray x reader

Part 1 

Part 2 - 

A couple days had passed since the wedding and you had avoided going to the betting shop/offices entirely. Michael had come to Tommy’s house but you told Tommy you were unwell and that you couldn’t see him. Tommy had known you for years and knew fine something had happened but wanted to wait for you to tell him. But today was family meeting day about business with the Russians and Tommy fully expected you to come.

“You’re a part of this after your antics at my wedding left Russian blood on the floor of this house, I don’t know what your problem is but you will be coming to the meeting.” You sighed knowing there would be no point in arguing with him. You took your time getting dressed and ready to leave on purpose to prove some sort of a point. When you finally got in the car Tommy sped to Small Heath.

When you arrived everyone was already sat around the table and there was one seat left next to Michael. You stared at the chair and walked round the other side of the table leaning on the wall behind Arthur. This action didn’t go unnoticed as the whole family knew there was some sort of tension but you just confirmed it. Tommy silenced everyone and started talking through the business with the Russians. You knew he wasn’t telling the full story, but that’s just what Tommy does he hides things. You weren’t really paying attention just fiddling with a loose thread on your trousers. You could feel Michael staring at you, he had been trying to get your attention for days but you didn’t have it in him to talk. You hadn’t even realised Tommy had finished speaking until Arthur piped up.

“Right then next order of business.” He said clapping his hands together and exchanging a knowing look with Tommy, “What the hell is going on with (Y/N) and Michael?” You froze and glared at Tommy knowing fine now why he dragged you down for the meeting about ‘business’.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.” You replied flatly now staring down Arthur. Michael stayed silent looking at the table.

“Oh really?” John chimed in. “Because we are pretty sure you do.” You just shrugged your shoulders looking at everyone in the room except Michael.

“So, a miracle happened and you two actually became best bloody friends and then all of a sudden you can barely be in a room with him means nothing is going in?” Tommy was pushing for answers now. “You couldn’t sit next to him, you haven’t looked at him once and he’s been moping around since the wedding like a lost puppy.” You sighed knowing you couldn’t hide anything from Tommy. You lived with him, he acted as your father and he was smart.  A lethal combination. Silence filled the room as everyone was staring at you and Michael. “Right everyone but you two, john and Arthur can go.” He said ordering everyone out the room.

About an hour past as you stood arguing in the kitchen with John about going back into the room you refused to be interrogated by the three brothers but ultimately lost the argument. As per usual. Once he got you back in the room you were motioned to sit next to Michael opposite the three older brothers.

“So,” Arthur started when you sat down. “Which one of you is going to tell us what is going on.” You caved and told the men what had been going on the last couple months, they weren’t surprised in fact they kind of expected it. But when it got to the wedding you stopped talking and had to swallow the lump in your throat.

“Well, it’s great that you two have confirmed you were love birds that will settle a few bets we have going on.” John laughed with Arthur pulling money out and placing it on the table for Arthur to claim. “Still doesn’t explain why you two aren’t speaking now does it?” Michael’s eyes were glued to the table he couldn’t look anywhere else. All of a sudden you let a couple tears fall. This was very unlike you. You didn’t cry in front of the boys ever, they had toughened you up over the years. Seeing you cry put added tension on the room. “What the fuck happened?” Arthur asked again, you didn’t answer instead pushed your chair back and stormed out the room, unable to stand sitting next to Michael any longer.

“(Y/N), come on, wait!” Michael called after you standing up to follow but Tommy commanded him to “Sit.” so he did.

You had strolled to the Garrison kicking pebbles as you walked. When you got in you sat at the bar and ordered an Irish whiskey. Something strong was exactly what you needed right now. There were only a couple other men scattered around the pub as business wasn’t really booming at 2 PM on a Wednesday afternoon. Harry served you a drink and pretty much left you to it, he could see that you weren’t up for chatting today. A while past and the door swung open.

“(Y/N), thank fuck you’re here bloody hell we’ve been looking all over for you,” It was Finn. You and Finn had been close especially because you were always closest in age. “Come on let’s get you home.” You shook your head refusing to leave. Finn knew it wasn’t going to be easy trying to peel you away from the bar stool so sat down next to you. “He told them everything you know, Charlotte, the girl from the wedding. That you loved each other.” He stopped looking at you. “Thanks for telling me about that one by the way.” he laughed teasing you as you told Finn almost everything. This made you chuckle back, you were glad it was him that had found you and not any of the other brothers. “Tommy was understandably raging and probably still is with Michael, but he’s family now. He can’t do much else.” You nodded listening to what Finn was saying, before quickly downing the remains of your glass and hopping off the bar stool. You almost fell over your head was spinning so much, maybe you did have one too many glasses of whiskey. When Finn got you home you were packed up into John’s car and taken straight home to Tommy, where he found you snoozing in John’s arms as he carried you in.

“She’s drunk. Finn found her in the Garrison” John explained to Tommy before he got too worried.

“Christ OK, thank you, John. Go on give harry a warning not to feed her like she’s one of us again.” And with that John was off and you were tucked into bed for the night

When you woke up the next day your head was banging and Grace was at the end of your bed laying out some clothes for you.

“She’s awake,” She laughed, “I’ll go get Thomas.” You sat up getting changed expecting Tommy to come in all guns blazing shouting at you for drinking, but instead, he was calm apologised for how Michael had treated you and explained you wouldn’t have to see him if you didn’t want to. And that was that. You didn’t see Michael for roughly 4 months after that. Tommy had told him not to try and contact you and whenever he was at the betting shop or the garrison you were informed. Unfortunately, this meant you saw less of everyone else too as Michael had an office with the other boys he was there almost every time they were so it was difficult to see them. But that day, was the day before your 18th birthday and Ada had decided to take you out to lunch to The Moseley's Kitchen. Halfway through your meal with Ada her face stiffened, you followed her gaze to the front door and saw Michael walking in with a girl on his arm. You were relieved when the girl spun around and it wasn’t the girl from the wedding, but a new one. You turned back around to face Ada.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realise he would be here,” She exclaimed trying to justify herself when she didn’t need to be justified.

“It’s fine, we have enough bad blood in this family, I think the whole Michael thing is just water under the bridge. It’s been long enough.” Ada smiled as she realised you had matured into young women and was proud of you. Your back was facing Michael as he clocked Ada and gave her a wave you turned round again and locked eyes with him. His face dropped as you flashed him a small smile before turning around and carrying on with your meal.

“You know he hasn’t stopped staring at you,” Ada said almost making you choke on your food.

“Michael?”

“Yes Michael, who else would I be speaking about,” she laughed. “The girl started looking where he was looking too and it looks like she’s given up on the date.” You both giggled into your food.

“Poor boy,” was all you said as you finished up.

It was the day of your 18th and a big party was being held for you at the Garrison. You were wearing a light pink dress with short sleeves and that ended just above the knee. Your hair was curled and left down and you had spent a little more time when doing your makeup. You hopped down the stairs where Finn was waiting for you.

“How do I look?” You ask twirling around to show off your new dress.

“Wow, you cleaned up well.” he laughed leading you out the door as you walked to the garrison. As Finn swung the door open for you, the whole place shouted “Happy Birthday!” in unison. It looked like the whole of Small Heath was there, as you stepped through the doors. After hugging a couple of the Shelby family and other locals you headed to the dance floor with your friends. The music was blaring and the party was in full swing when you decided you needed a quick break. You made your way to the bar ordering a whisky as Harry wished you a happy birthday. You felt someone lean beside you on the bar and order another of ‘whatever she’s having’. Michael. You knew that voice from anywhere. As much as you laughed at him with Ada he hadn’t left your mind since you saw him at lunch. You knew all the feelings you had were still there but you had to be strong and remember you walked away. You weren’t 100% sure why he was invited considering everyone had been trying to keep you apart for the last couple months yet here he was. You looked up at him and saw he was staring at you. You flashed him a smile. God was he stunning, you missed looking in those eyes.

“You look amazing,” he whispered under his breath looking you up and down. You blushed and hid your face under your hair so he couldn’t see your flushed cheeks. “I mean it. And Happy Birthday (Y/N)” he pulled out a small box that was wrapped and had a bow placed on top, a card was placed on top with your name written on it.

“No, I’m not accepting gifts,” you say shaking your head. Harry put your drinks down on the bar and you pulled yours into your chest.

“Can you just open it?” Michael pleaded with you, placing the box on the counter and pushing it towards you. By this point, all of the Shelby’s had their eyes on the two of you watching carefully at the exchange. No one had known Michael had got you a gift.

“I don’t know if this is a good idea,” you start to say warily, but his eyes were sad and you never could resist those eyes. He looked nervous as you started to unwrap the present, underneath the paper was a slim box, you lifted the lid and saw the necklace. The necklace you had pointed out to Michael every single time you had both walked past the jewelry on the main street. The diamond necklace laced with sapphire, your birthstone. You always made a comment that when you were rich that would be the first thing you would buy, but you never thought he was listening.

“Michael..” Your voice was barely audible as one of your hands clasped over your mouth as you gasped.

“I bought it a few months back, to say sorry I guess. But I never saw you, not once and I wasn’t allowed to go visit you. And when I saw you yesterday I couldn’t not give it to you.” He was rubbing the back of his neck looking nervous still as he wasn’t sure what you were thinking. “Anyway I knew how much you loved that damn necklace hearing you go on about it with such passion, sometimes I'd find an excuse just to walk past it with you because the look in your eye when you saw it was priceless. It’s a special occasion and if I didn’t give it to you it would just lie around my room so.” Hearing him talk about it got you very emotional, your eyes started to sting as a couple tears fell. You wiped them away quickly and smiled up at Michael. “Here let me,” you pulled your hair out the way as he placed the necklace around your neck and fastened it for you. You turned around showing off your new piece of jewelry.

“Thank you,” you laughed, “Thank you so much.” You set the box down and reached up pulling him for a hug. He was tense but as soon as you tightened yourself around him he relaxed and let out a large breath. Like he’d needed to let that breathe out for a while. You pulled back a little as he placed a light kiss on the top of your head.

“Listen, (Y/N) I am sorry, I really am. I wanted to tell you and try to explain myself. But I was kept away from you, I didn’t see you for 4 months, I near enough lost my mi…” You cut him off by planting a kiss on his lips. At first, he was in shock but when he registered what was going on he put his hand in the small of your back pulling you in closer.

“You’re forgiven.”