the girl. bg. pt ii
pairing: bonnie gold x female!reader
requested: yeah! by @shutter-bug124
warnings: none?
a/n: sorry if this took a while, but I had it in my drafts for ages, before I even posted the first one, I just couldn't figure out how to end it. I hope I did it justice!
it had been a horrifically dreary week since you had last seen Bonnie. it kicked and screamed and dragged its feet, refusing to let up from the way it tortured you with every waking moment. Tommy hadn't told you much (he never did really, even when it involved you) but from what you could piece together, Bonnie was with his father, doing some business for Thomas.
now, if someone had asked, you would simply laugh it off and say he wasn't taken by you, simply caught up in the moment, and that you were wondering where he was so you could discuss business, or perhaps invite him on a piss up with Finn and Isaiah.
you wouldn't tell them that you'd been counting the days and hours since you last saw his smile, and watched his lips move. you wouldn't tell them how you planned to sew razor blades into his hat properly for him, after noticing the poor stitching that caused him many cuts on his fingers. or how you had made him a new hankie after you stained the other, one with two letters, perfectly embroidered onto the red cotton, using a golden thread you almost got into a fight over (you'd found that though your name had a certain amount of fear that came with it, it appeared as though some of the women cared less, or were at least willing to get into a brawl over some cotton). and you certainly wouldn't tell them the amount of times you had imagined him kissing you while he held your face in between his hands.
whenever you were free, you let yourself slip past the veil of reality, and into the warped sense of dreamland your mind created for you. somehow, Bonnie was always there too, kissing you. problem was, you tended to lose your grip on reality, even when you weren't free.
"oi y/n! pay attention." Thomas remarked, and you came back with a start upon feeling him slap the upside of your tilted head.
"fuck off Tom, you didn't need to slap me," whining, you fixed your hair, now messed from his attack.
"he evidently did: you were enjoyjng your dream a lot. dead to the world." polly smiled coyly, knowing exactly what was happening; after a couple of rounds at the garrison, she had pulled the truth from you, and hadn't stopped teasing you since.
"shut up Pol. didn't get much sleep last night," you muttered the last part, knowing she would only further tease you, even though you needed an excuse for your tardiness: Thomas and you had business to attend to, and this was not helping in the slightest.
"well you need to sort yourself out. no getting pissed with Isaiah and Finn and have an early night. Bonnie and Aberama will be back tomorrow, so I need you on the top of your game. me and Aberama have some business, and seeing as you've already met Bonnie, you can help me sell him to the boxing officials later on."
Thomas raised an knowing eyebrow when you perked up at the mention of Bonnie, smirking at Polly who simply patted your shoulder with faux sympathy.
"go on sweetheart. get up to bed, and I'll wake you up in time for when Tommy will be here."
"no need. she can meet me at midday at Charlie's." Thomas added before placing his cap on and moving from the door, leaving you alone with Polly.
"don't look at me like that Pol."
she laughed, flicking you, and playing dumb to further tease you.
"who me?"
...
even though it was pretty early in the morning, the sounds of metal clashing against metal was omnipresent in the streets of Birmingham, an orchestra of workers, fires, and chains leading you through your errands.
most women were in the house, attending to their children or work, and it was too early, even for the local men to be drinking in the pubs, so, for the most part of your journey, you strolled through the streets alone. you of course, had a busy morning planned: Polly had managed to hijack your morning and had convinced you to run some favours for her, before you were set to meet with Thomas.
though it had been an extensive list, you had persuaded Finn into coming to your rescue and completing the tasks with you, drastically reducing the time needed. as a result, you had been able to spend a good hour sat by the cut with him, and you were grateful: much of the time was spent reminiscing old memories together and telling each other secrets.
but now you were back on the streets, dodging horse shit and trying to kill some time. in a rather rushed through thought process, you pondered making the trip to the boxing rings, and before you knew it, your feet were crossing the boundary.
a few nods from the boxers was all you were offered until the owner approached you with a greeting: no matter what mood you appeared to be in, people tended to treat you carefully, knowing you shared in the shelby business for a reason, and not wanting to anger you.
however now, you were feeling dazed somewhat from your previous conversations with Finn, so much so, that when someone called your name, it took you a while to respond.
"y/n?" a voice the dramatic part of you thought you were never going to hear again demanded your attention.
"that's my name," you replied jokingly, joining in when Bonnie chuckled.
"would the lady like to join me for a walk?"
he offered his arm, and although everything in you wanted to envelope him in a bear hug, you weren't sure that he would ever live it down with the boxers if he did.
"I suppose I could let you escort me to Charlie's yard," you teased, pulling him closer by his shirt, "it's a dangerous world out there you know."
a smirk found its way onto his features and you could have died there and then.
"oh come on."
the two of you quickly exited the boxing rings and as soon as you felt the cool air hit your face, a smile broke out.
"smells like home," you whispered, not noticing the way he watched you.
"you know, I hated Birmingham when I first arrived - it's all doom, gloom and so different to my home, but every time I'm with you, it feels like I'm at home,"
you laughed in agreement. birmingham was a shithole and you didn't know why you loved it so much, but he wasn't finished, "you're like a diamond in the rough."
he whispered the last part, and you found yourself only inches away from him just like before.
but you wouldn't let it and like last time.
just as he began moving away, murmuring an apology for being so forward, you placed a hand at the back of his neck, and pulled him forward.
"can I kiss you?" he was unusually speechless, but found his voice just enough to make sure you were sure, ever the gentlemen. .
"please." you begged shamelessly, only satisfied when his soft lips were pressed against yours like you were his life source. it was better than you'd imagined.
