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《 How he tells you he loves you for the first time 》

⚠️ Including Tom, Arthur, John, Finn And Michael ⚠️

-Tom-

He would tell you he loved you for the first time after one of his enemies threatened to take revenge upon you, knowing that it would cause an unimaginable pain on Tommy. He was really scared at only the thought of you being hurt because of his actions and decisions, which sometimes were terrible. He tried his best to keep you away from that life and to know that others already knew about your relationship, worried him to the point of making him run to you on the first opportunity he had.

"Tommy, what's going on?" you frowned at him with confusion, when he rushed into your apartment suddenly in the middle of the afternoon.

He did not answer, just grabbed your face between his palms and kissed you deeply, the kiss almost bruising for the pressure he placed on your joined lips. When he finally pulled back, his bright eyes remained fixed on yours. "I love you" he caressed your skin between his fingetips. "I should have told you before. I love you"

Your smile was huge, because you for long now had wished to hear him say those words. Honestly, you thought you would never come to hear them at all. He was a very closed up person, and you did not blame him for that. That surprise though, had been more than welcome. "I love you too"

-Arthur-

He would come to terms with the fact that he really loved you in a apparently random night, when you, his family and some close friends got reunited in The Garrison to drink and enjoy some time together. To see you there among his loved ones, laughing, drinking and having fun, he would smile to himself and realize that you already had a place there. Not only in his heart, but in everyone else's.

"What are you staring at?" you raised your eyebrows at him, your drink in hand as you leaned towards him from your stool at the bar. "Found someone more interesting than me in the crowd?"

"No one is more interesting than you, love" there was no teasing in his voice as said so, nothing of the usual confident smile he showed others. "You know, I..." he cleared his throat, averting his eyes from yours as a little blush took a hold of his cheeks. "I love you"

You smiled, placed your drink in the wooden balcony and then brought his face closer for you to kiss his lips. "If you do not say this again tomorrow when sober, I'll bloody punch you in the face, Arthur Shelby"

He laughed and kissed you.

-John-

He first time he told you he loved you would be in one of your nights together. After an intense, mind blowing sex, he would just lay down beside you and watch the sweat on your skin, your chest raising up and down as you tried to slow down your breathing. He had done that before, admire you. But in that moment, the different thing was that he noticed that he wanted to wake up next to you in the next morning. And the next. Next, next...

"I love you" he said in a low tone, but in the silent room it sounded like he was shouting those meaningful words.

"You love my body, John, not me" you forced him a smile, not letting yourself believe that he could actually love you back.

"That is not true" he raised his body in one elbow and his other hand played with a string of your hair. "I love you. The sex is amazing, of course. But I would really like to take you out some time. If you want to"

"Of course I want to" you smiled, feeling a little less insecure. Passing your arms over his shoulders, you brought him down until his body was flat against yours.

-Finn-

He tells you he loves you for the first time in one of your date nights, where you just enjoyed each other's company to the most. After you laughed hard at something he said, an stupid attempt of a joke, he would feel his heart beating faster inside his chest at seeing you so happy and would put it into his mind that he should keep you happy like that, that he wanted to make you happy.

"Are you done?" he asked ironically, after you finally stopped laughing, a smile on his lips as he did so.

"I'm sorry" you squeezed his hand that was on yours, taking a few tears from the corner of your eyes with your free hand. He had made you laugh so hard you actually cried. "But it was really funny"

"Listen, I want to tell you something" he made you stop walking and looked deeply into your eyes as you frowned. "I want you to know that I love you, (Y/N)"

"Are you serious?" you asked and when he nodded in agreement, you laughed with joy and threw yourself in his arms. "I love you too. So much"

-Michael-

The first time he would tell you he loves you would be after a fight. It was over some unimportant thing, but you two were stubborn people and would make a great deal about it, throwing insults and screaming at each other. After seeing you being so fierce, determined and brave enough to face him as an equal, he would realize himself to be in love with you and would feel the need to confess it to you, knowing that you were the someone who could stand his way of living and stay strong.

"Fuck off, Michael" you told him firmly as you saw his approach through the mirror in front of you.

"I'm sorry for the fight" his hands found your waist and his nose touched the skin of your neck. "I love you" as you stayed silent, he smiled and his grip got tighter. "Won't you say you love me back?"

"Right now, you don't deserve my love" you turned in his arms and faced him. Although your expression was serious, he could see the shadow of a smile on your lips. He could tell that you were satisfied by what he had just confessed. "Perhaps later, I'll say it"