Thomas Shelby Imagines

A Confession

Tommy knew you'd decided to hate him because of the extra hours, he needed an excuse to keep you out of the way while appearing to punish you for not being able to hold your tongue. He liked you a lot and was all too aware that he was too soft on you.

You would talk back and answer to him sarcastically and for a while it was funny but he'd started losing face with his men and he needed you to see reason. Which was why you were working every night until he said otherwise, on top of your afternoon shifts.

He could feel your eyes glaring at him as he walked through the pub, helping himself to some whisky and sighing when you refused to acknowledge him. You wondered around the pub and began putting out the chairs.

"It's for your own good." He muttered suddenly, the deep rumble of his voice filling the painfully quiet room.

"What being worked half to death." You snapped and he almost flinched at your harsh tone.

"(Y/N), you keep mouthing off to people one day you'll get hurt, you need to learn how to..." He sighed when you cut him off.

"Like a lady, well I aint one, no titles or lands so you can just shut it Shelby... why does it even care to you so much any way." You yelled.

"Because I care about you, I don't want you to have to end up like half the girls in Small Heath, working till they can barely walk home or whoring themselves out!" He bellowed, making you jump as he turned to face you.

For a long minute no one spoke, the busy street was that only noise that could be heard. He didn't object when you ran out of the pub, or that when you arrived for your shift he might as well be non-existent.

It wasn't until late into the night when he was helping Harry put things away that you stopped next to him, not meeting his gaze when he waited for you to spit out whatever you had to say to him.

"I care about you two." You admitted and he nodded, acting as if he already knew it before continuing what he was doing.