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Work of art (Michael Gray x reader)
Request: Michael gray x reader where the reader is ashamed of her strech marks and hides them from him and he finds out and just loves her???
To the anon who requested this: I'm sorry but I have the feeling that your request is really good for a headcannon, more than an imagine. So, I hope it doesn't bother you! ♡
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for eight fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)
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➳ You started dating Michael a few months ago and, yet, you never had sex with him. So, he thought you wanted to save your virginity for the wedding and he never forced you.
➳ Like all men, he had desires. Desires that he showed when you were making out, but you couldn't blame him, far from it. You wanted it, but you were afraid, afraid he would see your body. You've always been very complexed because of your stretch marks.
➳ Many times you thought about making love in the dark, but it was too risky for you. This complex was eating you as much as shame was consuming you ...
➳ Your boyfriend asked repeatedly questions about why he couldn't see you naked, whereas you had already seen his body, but it doesn't go further than kisses and some caresses:
- "You don't want me?"
- "You still have your period?"
- "Is it length and the fat of my cock that scares you?" he asked in jest, helping you to relax a bit. Of course, you couldn't help but laugh. You had never seen a penis before his so you didn't had the chance to compare.
➳ You always managed to dodge the question that would make you tell the truth, but you were afraid that he would get tired of you and go elsewhere to satisfy his sexual desires.
➳ You were always at Michael's or he was at your home when your parents were away. One day, while you were waiting for Michael at his place, you decided to run a bath since you still had a good hour to wait before he returned to his place. When your clothes littered the floor, you were completely naked and getting ready to enter the bathtub, the door opened.
➳ You immediately grabbed the towel and covered your body the best you could even if it was already too late. Of course, you were embarrassed because you would have preferred him seeing you for the first time in other circumstances, but also because he had probably seen your stretch marks.
➳ "Michael, couldn't you knock?!"
"It's my flat and I didn't think you would be here." he protested, raising hands in the air to show his innocence, but the smile of this cheeky little bastard said otherwise.
➳ Approaching you, he pulled slowly on the towel to finally have the chance to see your body, but also not to rush you and make sure you wanted the same thing. Except you hold the towel, having crimson cheeks.
➳ "Stop, please..." you whispered.
"Why? Everytime we're about to have sex, you're blocking yourself and I still don't know why... Tell me what's wrong, what I can do to put you at ease..." he said before he kissed the tip of your nose with tenderness.
"It's not your fault, Michael. I just don't like my body... To be honest, I hate it..."
➳ He looked at you like you were crazy and he frowned, obviously he didn't understand. So, when he began to gently pull on the towel again, you let him do it while you closed your eyes, refusing to see his reaction. You were sure he would look at you with disgust.
➳ The towel slipped and you felt embarrassed like you had never been before. When you felt the tips of his fingers trace each curve of your body, you shivered. He was so delicate... At this moment, you felt less ashamed.
➳ "You're very beautiful. What's the problem, baby girl?"
You opened your eyelids and you looked into his beautiful gray-greenish eyes while a glimmer of desire shone there.
"I hate the stretch marks I wear on my body. I hate them so much, Michael..." you explained shyly.
➳ Caressing your stretch marks before he laid kisses on EVERY part of your skin that was affected by your complex.
➳ "Your body is a work of art and these marks are a detail of it, love."
Blow your brain (Michael Gray x reader)
Request: Hey! Could you write a michael x reader where the reader is a dancer at a cabaret they fall in love and when they are together her ex keeps bothering her and one day michael finds out her ex has beaten her up so he takes her to polly and makes a visit to the ex??????
Warnings: violence, blood
Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for eight fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)
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In your profession, you saw everything, including very stupid people. Many times you had to deal with disrespectful and sometimes violent men, but you always managed to get away with it and then, after all, the security people were there for that. You never went on adate with a client, at least until you met Michael.
It was love at first sight and even if you pushed him back a bit at the beginning, you couldn’t escape your feelings for a long time before you were completely infatuated with him and accepting dates. The formalization of your relationship was still recent, you were in couple for only a few months and yet, you've never felt so good in the arms of a man. None, except Michael Gray made you shudder just by touching you innocently, none managed to make your heart beat in your chest at the slightest kiss or made you blush at the slightest glance. In reality, he was the only exception. Yet, with your work as a cabaret dancer you have met hundreds of men, without ever one of them winning your heart.
Of course, Michael wasn’t your first serious relationship, you were with someone two years ago and it ended badly. Your ex-boyfriend was disrespectful to you as soon as he could, to his family and friends, even in your presence. If only it was the single thing... Except that it didn’t stop there, when he drank too much, in addition to insults and threats against you, sometimes he became violent. More than once, he failed to abuse you physically. You have ended up escaping him, to his greatest regret and your greatest happiness, but also for your freedom.
"What do you want, William?” You asked harshly. He showed up to the cabaret, late at night while the closing approached. Two years that you had not seen him, a year and a half that you felt safe; everything seemed to fall apart even if you didn’t show it.
"Did you really believe that...? Do you want me to remind you why I never wanted to see you again?” You responded calmly whereas your blood was boiling.
"Babe-"
"Don’t bloody call me babe! I'm not your girlfriend anymore and will never be again! "
He glared at me, but I did not move, keeping my arms crossed, being determined.
"You get out of here. End of the story.” You ordered, pointing fingers the exit.
You couldn’t imagine this psychopath would continue for a week and that one day he would wait for the closing of the cabaret and stay in the back, out of sight. Completely dressed, in a quite decent outfit, you would clutch your coat against yourself and hurry up to go home quickly. You weren’t stupid, a girl shouldn’t hang out in those corners after dark.
We always say that it only happens to the others. But above all, that we are part of these others and that there is no reason to be spared.
You only understood it when you were pushed to the ground. When you tried to get up, the fist of a man flew against your jaw, not strong enough to break it but he put enough strength to make you scream in pain and be banged up. It didn’t stop there. Another blow was carried to your nose, blood flowing from your nostrils. You couldn’t breathe anymore. A throbbing pain took your skull by storm. You didn’t have time to focus on the pain that a kick came to break one of your ribs. A blow in the stomach. You couldn’t breathe or move without being in agony. Although you managed to open your mouth, no sound escaped. The words were stuck in your throat. You were almost certain that you were about to bleed internally.
When the man stepped back, probably satisfied with his work, and he walked around your body, the faint light of the moon revealed his face. William. Of course... Who else? You closed your eyes to make him believe that you had just lost consciousness, betting on your talents as an actress, fearing he would start again.
His steps went away until you could not hear him anymore and you attempted to get up, without success. You were just falling back. Knees on the paved floor, hands resting on the wall, you tried again before you perceive this voice that reassured you so much…
"Y/N! What…? What happened to you?!” He exclaimed, panicked at seeing your condition.
He helped you to get up before carrying you like a bride. He decided to take you to a safe place, where you could be healed and rest without any fear. On the way, you managed to explain to him what happened even though your jaw and your belly hurt so badly. Never, ever, had you ever been able to see how much hate flowed in Michael's veins even though he was standing in front of you. His pupils were so dilated that it was difficult to see his gray/green orbs.
Once there, you understood that he had brought you to his mother's house. You hadn’t met her even though you had already passed once in front of her beautiful house. The reason? You were scared. Feared she would think you didn’t meet her expectations as a stepdaughter... This time, the question didn’t arise; you were in too bad shape. However, the pain became intolerable and to defend yourself, your body could only do one thing... Make you lose consciousness.
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Michael had had very dark moments in his life: being snatched away from his mother, what Father Hughes had done to him during his childhood or when the Vendetta happened. When on the way you told him who did this to you, your ex-boyfriend, William, and you gave him the address of his apartment, the young Gray already had a plan in mind. Simple and efficient. So, when he went there, he broke down the door and roamed through the apartment.
The bastard slept peacefully in his bed, but that didn’t stop your current boyfriend from pulling him out of his sleep. Even before William knew what was going on, a well-placed blow fractured his jaw, then it was around his nose, his ribs, and his stomach. It was exactly the way he had hurt you. Except that he didn’t stop there, he planted a blade in the hand of the coward, then in his knee, making him scream in pain. Once his face and body were bleeding, satisfaction began to win Michael.
"Did you like to hurt her, bastard?"
"N-No..." William stammered, tears running down his cheeks.
"Repeat after me: I'm an asshole, weak and a coward. I will never touch a woman again, as well to strike her as to fuck her because I only deserve loneliness and to die in agony."
"What? No!"
"Alright..."
Michael took out the pistol he was hiding in his holster, removed the safety catch and pointed it between the other man's eyes.
"You will have deserved it..."
"No, no, no! I’m sorry!” He shouted, crying like a child before a liquid running down the floor was heard, then a smell of urine infested the air, mixing with the blood one.
"You're disgusting! You're not even a man, at the slightest threat you end up pissing on you.” Michael commented before putting his gun back in place and leaned over William. "Listen to me, if you start again and if you approach less than 55 yards of Y/N, this time it's as Peaky Blinders that I will blow your brain with a bullet on which will be inscribed your name. Understood?"
“Y-Yes… I u-under-understood…”
"Have a good night, pisser."
And it’s in these words that Michael has returned to your bedside, ready to take care of you.
The clementine (Michael Gray x reader)
Request: : Hi, could I please request a Michael gray X reader where you and him meet at the orphanage, when you were young and you and him made a promise to be with each other for ever and marry each other . Then one day he is adopted by the people who adopted him, and he promises he will find you. Your about 16 and looking for a house in the village he lives and you ask for the address and he imdiatley knows it's you. He invites you to dinner , but that night Tommy gets him. You can decide if they meet up
Warnings: none + Little anon, I know I’m super late for this one and I’m so sorry that it’s not as good as you hoped (and it’s short...), but I didn’t wanted to make you wait longer :( ♡
Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for eight fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)
PART 2
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From the age of three, you came at the orphanage. Your mother had just died and your father had decided that he didn’t want to take care of you. Even if you missed your family, you loved having a lot of siblings, you had never been so surrounded by children! So how could you complain?
Everyone knows that children have pure hearts and real feelings, they don’t lie about it unlike adults. Is it possible to find your soul mate at this age? You could say yes. When you put your eyes on Michael Gray, you got hooked on him, you became best friends and more. What could be more cute than seeing children running after each other and hiding under the tables of the canteen to kiss on the mouth?
When another child came to bother you, Michael answered with words, he was already good at silencing others and sometimes he came to blows, not being afraid to get punished for you. Yet, it was only ten months later that a family came to adopt him. They had let him two days to get ready and say goodbye to his friends. You were both devastated, on the sentimental scale of a child, but destroyed. Those two days, you had spent them together. The last evening, before the meal, it was in the big garden, away from prying eyes, that he proposed to you. Hand in hand, you watched the sunset before he got down on bended knee.
"Y/N, I love you very much and I don’t want to leave. Because I love you and I don’t want you to forget me, do you want to marry me?” He asked as he took a clementine from his pocket, wrapped in a clean cloth handkerchief.
You nodded before hugging him and planting a brief kiss on his lips.
"I love you too, Mickey."
"I promise you that I will find you and one day we will marry like adults!"
Unfortunately, it was thirteen years ago. You never heard from your childhood love again, but you dreamed to see him again. He missed you. The only thing left of him was that tissue that remained intact. You had never built relationships so strongly with anyone except him. A few years later, a family also adopted you, and you were fortunate that they were adorable and understanding. At the age of sixteen, you began your research before finding the footsteps of Michael, now named Henry Johnson and living in a village on the outskirts of Sheffield.
When you managed to find the village, you quickly made some luggage and asked your adoptive mother to go there. Very sweet, she accepted but provided she came, to make sure everything went well.
The fresh air of the village was very pleasant compared to the big industrialized cities where the air was completely polluted. Even the birds sang and nature wasn’t lacking. It was very nice. Upon entering the village, you soon found a small inn. Even so, you wanted to keep your independence and do things yourself, which is why you wanted to go looking for him in the village alone. When a young man passed in front of you, you scratched your throat shyly.
"Excuse me, I'm looking for someone named Henry Johnson... Could you tell me where I can find him, please?"
When you met the young man's gaze, he froze and gaped for a few seconds before recovering.
"Y/N, it's me, Michael..." he murmured.
Eyes wide, it was your turn to scrutinize his eyes before you immediately took refuge in his arms.
"Oh my God... I can’t believe I found you..."
You had a lot to say to each other and he couldn’t help but to bring you to his place for dinner after you told your adoptive mother. So, you met the little Johnson family, they were nice and polite people, but you felt that something was wrong with Michael. As if... As if he was out of place. You were playing with Michael and his brother, the sun was starting to set and the dinner was coming up. Until you all three saw a man talking to Rosemary Johnson, she seemed to want to get the well-dressed man away. A man from the city and probably with money.
You followed the whole discussion and quickly understood what was going on, even if you were still behind. This man wanted to get Michael and bring him back to his real family, far from the village, far from Sheffield. When the man left and Rosemary made you go inside, you recognized a glimmer in his eyes that you had seen when you had found him a few hours earlier. He would go back to his real family, it was a certainty. Would he away from you, again? It was your biggest fear.
"I don’t want to lose you again..." you whispered hugging him.
"I have to go there. Meet my real family, my mother..." he replied with a kiss on the top of your head.
"Promise me that you will come back to me. Don’t forget that we must get married..."
"One day, I promise you.” he whispered in your ear before stealing you a tender kiss.
The clementine, part 2 (Michael Gray x reader)
Read Part 1 before this.
Warnings: sad, Michael being a little shit
Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for eight fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)
PART 1
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"Promise me that you will come back to me. Don’t forget that we must get married..."
"One day, I promise you.” he whispered in your ear before stealing you a tender kiss.
If only. If only his words were true. If only he wasn’t a liar…
Going to Birmingham was enough for him to totally forget you, as if you had never existed, to the point of ignoring all the letters you sent to him. At the tenth, over a whole year, still spacing the send time a little, you ended up giving up.
"Maybe the address isn’t the right one..." you tried to reassure yourself the best you could, but deep inside you knew very well that he could have found you, he knew your address. So, when you went back to his adoptive mother house, to hear about him, you learned very quickly that he had even broke off all ties with the woman who had fed, educated and loved him for years. No wonder... If he didn’t talk to her anymore, why would he talk to you? When the anger seized you, passing in front of the well wish he hated so much, your rage spilled. The famous well he hated... Chance or not, a worker had just stopped not far from the well and when he left his business unattended, you hastened to take the hammer he owned and you have hammered the well. It was not enough to destroy it, but it was to damage it a little at a certain place. When one of the bricks gave way completely, you picked it up before leaving, having an idea in mind.
What you were about to discover was going to destroy you.
When you went to Birmingham, you discovered with amazement that people only had a few words in their mouths: the Peaky Blinders. Even in the restaurant in which you were, you could hear a group of men and women talking about it vaguely. Your legendary curiosity pushed you to join the group before asking a few questions to a young woman of your age.
"But who are these guys? The Peaky Blinders?"
Credulously? You were. To be honest, you had never been interested in gangsters.
"The gang who run this city! The Shelby family. A lot of men and some women. I know you must not get in their way, unless you have to flee the city or worse, end up with a bullet between your eyes..." she finally whispered.
Shelby... Shelby... That name rang a bell to you. You had already heard it somewhere, but you couldn’t put a face on that name.
“Are they old? Young? Have they been doing this for a long time...?” You asked after swallowing a mouthful of your apple crumble.
"Tommy, the leader is in his thirties, John is a little younger and Arthur is a bit older. There is Ada, the only sister and there is a teenager. After that, there's their aunt, I think... Um... Polly! Polly Gray. And finally, Michael Gray. The rest, I will say, they are dogsbodies."
You failed to choke at her announcement. Michael Gray... Your Michael Gray? Yes, it could only be him, otherwise the name Shelby wouldn’t have mean anything to you. The man who came a few years ago was a Shelby, a family member.
"Where can I find them?"
You almost were treated of nut, madwoman, just by having the idea of wanting to meet them, but you insisted without explaining your reasons. Finally, the young woman ended up yield to giving you a very vague address: "Small Heath is their headquarters."
It wasn’t until late afternoon that you called a taxi driver to go to this small and poor neighborhood. And even if you didn’t feel in your place, having lived in a family and a respectable neighborhood, you walked with your head up without attracting prying eyes on you. It didn’t take long for an old man to tell you where the Garrison was, where you had a good chance of finding the Shelby’s. The closer you got to your goal, the more nervous you became. Your hands were moist and trembling, your heart was beating fast as your stomach twisted.
In the evening, when you passed the doors of the pub, you looked at each man. You didn’t see him. However, a couple or what appeared to be one, caught your attention by their behavior. The woman was straddling the man, kissing, while his hands were strolling on her body.
"How can they do this in public?” you thought. When you were about to turn your head, your heart missed a beat before he broke. The young woman had just back up from the man. A man who was none other than Michael Gray. The man who refused to answer your letters without any reason. The man you hadn’t seen for more than four years. The man you loved and with whom you had to get married. The man who had just broken your heart for the first time. Tears were rising, but you drove them away. You had to talk to him, try to understand... You waited for the brunette to leave before you sat at his table, facing him as he took out a small blue bottle from his pocket.
"Michael..."
When he heard his name, he raised his nose and faced you. The words were stuck in your throat. For almost a minute neither of you spoke, at least until you decided to break the silence.
"Why didn’t you answer my letters...?” you asked in a low voice, delicately.
He bit his lower lip before opening the bottle, putting the white powder on the table next to some bills. You weren’t stupid, you knew recognized the drug, cocaine, even if you had never seen it yourself.
"How is it possible? He never would have done that four or five years ago...?"
He didn’t answer and just rolled the thin bundle of notes.
"I'm talking to you! Answer me, Goodness!"
He raised his eyes, his emerald eyes gazing at you for a few seconds before focusing again on the snow.
"Cause, I didn’t have a special reason to do it. What would you have served me? To nothing. You would have caused me problems and then... You're not fun. In fact, you are rather the opposite: boring. Do you really think I want to settle down when I can have all the girls I want? When I can go out, drink and use drugs without having to justify myself? I guess you already have the answer, if you think a bit.” he replied coldly, his features severe before he sniffed the cock rail he had just prepared.
If your heart wasn’t already broken, it had just been shattered and reduced to ashes. Nevertheless, you found great strength inside of you to prevent yourself from bursting into tears like a child, even if it was hard. Having your heart trampled on by your first love is far from easy.
You looked at him in the eyes, a few seconds, to see if he didn’t play a joke, but he was very serious. Another hit to take... At that moment, you understood that the Michael you had known and liked no longer existed. The sharp contrast between the children’s purity and the adult dark world hit you hard.
"Now, can you leave before Genevieve comes back? She promised me a thousand and one wonders tonight, whereas she’s not an easy girl and you risk to ruin everything."
Your chest rose frantically under the effect of rage that you were trying to control. In addition to ridiculing you and your feelings, he behaved like the king of assholes. You couldn’t contain yourself anymore. Even before you both could realize it, your hand slammed against his cheek.
"I hate you, Michael Gray! Go to hell!” you spat angrily, throwing at him the brick of the wish well.
You left the bar, not giving him time to react. What was the point? To insult and humiliate you more? In any case, nothing would bring you back the man you loved. It was the last time you saw Michael Gray, your childhood and youth love.
nsfw activities with j cody.
about. sex is fun!
warnings. gif not mine, nsfw themes nd shit, a bit rough
put a pin in this. y'all i finally got motivation to write smut(ish) for the first time in like over a year lmfao.. ew
pool sex.
— when the two of you have the house to yourselves, you’ll most likely go skinny dipping for the hell of it and one thing leads to another..
— j had you pressed against the pool wall, your eyes closed tightly, biting the inside of your cheek as j guides his cock into you, pressing kisses along your shoulders before fully thrusting in, earning a sharp breath from the both of you. he grasps both your tits as he shoved into you roughly from behind.
car sex.
— i know this man really only rides a bike in the first few seasons but when he buys his car.. quickies in the front driver seat all the time, and sometimes in the back when he has time for.
— you turn your head to j with as your laugh settles down in your chest, eyes traveling down to his lap where he pats, softly, cuing you to climb over the middle console as you begun to unzip your jean shorts. he grinned a closed mouth smile at you as he begun to unzip his pants, you soon helping him after you’re left in your underwear. his lips were pressed against yours, no longer taking it slow as your underwear was pushed to the side and you slide onto his cock, both of you throwing your heads back.
giving each other head.
— j was leaned against the kitchen counter as he tipped his head back in a soft groan, your tongue slowly swirling around his tip before you fully ring your mouth around his cock, bobbing your head up and down as his hand wraps around your hair.
— “you’re so fucking hot,” j shakes his head before licking a strip of your pussy, already making your stomach tie up in knots before he leans full in, beginning to lick and suck at your clit while gripping your thighs tightly. your back arched and your head rolled as you wiggled against the tension that begun to fill your stomach.
thigh riding.
— j has relatively thick thighs that provide a rather intense amount of pleasure.. something that you hadn’t discovered till he was working and you were rather horny, kissing his neck while running your hands along his chest and shoulders, trying to get him to take a break.
— “if you’re trying to get off, you’re going to have to do it yourself, love,” he rubbed his eyes as he leaned back slightly with a sigh, you pouted before taking a seat on his thigh…
praise kink.
— 100% loves praising you, especially when you’re on top with heavy breathing and low and loud moans. 
— “you feel so good” and “i love it when you’re bouncing on my cock” and “atta girl, you’re doing so good”
choking kink.
— as a representation of his dominance, he chokes you A LOT.
— when eating you out, when you’re bottom, his hand will most likely always be around your throat, lightly squeezing (but never hard enough till you can’t breathe) as he slides himself in and out of you, pounding harder and harder as time increased.
teasing and begging.
— THIS MAN can be an ASSHOLE. he’ll make you beg to cum and even then he’ll only continuously tease you and edge you on with his tongue or just slowly entering in and out, making you frustrated. he’ll leave you high and dry sometimes just because he’s like that (but he never disappoints when he pulled through).
— “i want to hear you beg, sweetheart,” his eyes flicked down to you as he slowly pushed you down to your knees, your eyes going innocent as he licked his lips and caressed your face lightly with his thumb gliding across your cheekbone. “and maybe then i’ll let you cum.”
biting.
— okay this is kinda weird asf but i feel like he would just bite you at random times- and not necessarily hard (unless he’s really getting into it) but just little nibbles to show affection?? and even leave marks?? he does it a lot during foreplay along your neck and even your inner thighs. he also just does it in general.
dominance.
— he’s dominate over you 100% and it stems from being protective of you in general. so, he’s often on top and takes control of where and how the sex goes lmfao uh.. he’s very controlling tbh.
finger sucking.
— at the beginning of your relationship, he was gentle and before you would kiss, he would run his thumb across your lips, slowly toying with your bottom lip before he slowly shoved his thumb into your mouth, making you suck and run your tongue over his thumb.
having a secret relationship with j cody would include.
about. being involved with a super close family makes it hard to have any secrets, but fortunately, you and j are still in the clear.
warnings: mentions of sex, swearing, gif not mine, they’re not related in any way in this fic
put a pin in this: um i have a major crush on finn cole
he was quite quiet when you first met him. very polite and kept to himself when he felt nobody needed his attention and when he got comfortable enough- he eventually would disappear for certain amounts of times to his girlfriends house
you were jealous because whoever she was, she knew more about him than all of you combined and he probably talked to her more than he did at his new home
you felt a small amount of jealousy when you first discovered this through smurf and even more after you bumped into her while she was trying to sneak out and you were trying to sneak back in
she was pretty and it made something in your chest tighten but you still grinned silently, shaking your head as you watched her smile sheepishly at you with her shoes in hand and one of j’s shirts swallowing her whole
nicky.
eventually, his relationship with her ended after another heist was planned and begun to unfold before all of you and you could finally breathe again
after all your pockets were stuffed with money and the pressure of not getting arrested was relieved from your shoulders, time was made for you and j to get to know each other
he was sweet and smart (not that you couldn’t already tell) and held himself high but you could tell a lot was wearing him down by the way his eyes seemed sunken
he reminded you of a kicked puppy dog.
one drunken night by the pool where the moon was high in the sky and your head was leaned against his knee while he sat in a lounge chair, his lips ended up on yours after heated hesitation and eyes flickering between your own and your lips
your hand cupped his face as he was leaned down and close to you from his sitting position before he pulled away slowly, his face unreadable (like always)
no words were shared
the night ended fast after that with a silent kiss on your forehead and his thumb gliding against your cheekbone
but the days that followed carried no affection but only stolen looks and glances of nervousness dilating his eyes
you dreaded those days, feeling lonely and deprived of something
it wasn’t until the two of you stumbled across each other in the hall a week later around midnight did you finally press skin against skin
he was eager, almost as if he felt just as lonely as you did
his lips pressed against yours before quickly reaching your neck, sucking and biting, causing your knees to go weak before he finally rushed the two of you into his room
from there on, the two of you fell into secret touches, kisses, and all things affectionate
the two of you always sat by each other at dinner, legs pressed against one another and almost always he’d give your thigh a squeeze
and if not by each other, across from one another where you’d teasingly run your leg up against his in some form of seduction
he’d glare at you
when the house was fully empty (which was often times rare) the two of you always shared the best moments full of holding one another, cooking, and if the two of you were lucky enough, and the house was empty when it got dark, the two of you went skinny dipping in the pool
but there were too many times where the two of you almost got caught
you don’t know how many times craig or deran walked in on the two of you, but if it wasn’t for j’s quick reflexes and pushing you off the bed, you’d probably be exposed
quickies in the shower
sometimes sweet whispers in your ear and sometimes naughty ones that made your cheeks burn
in the earlier days, when the two of you were still in high school, the two of you would study together and sometimes even ditch class
he’s kinda obsessed with you and since the two of you are on the DL, that means boys still openly flirt with you and he gets jealous easily
vice versa when girls come on to him but when you get jealous, he thinks it’s cute and pinches your cheeks
quick kisses
inside jokes
craig, deran, pope, and baz, notice a change in you and finding it off putting
“why are you always so happy all of a sudden,” craig would look at you weirdly with a arched brow and frown. “it’s fucking weird.”
“yeah, y/n/n,” deran would replicate the same look, “you on some drugs now or some shit?”
j laughs about it quietly to himself
“you enjoy my company a little more than you let on, sweetheart?”
dating j cody would include.
about. dating j cody is a little different from dating a usual boy
warnings. gif not mine
put a pin in this. tbh idk if i’m wasting my time making these when no one might read.. this
before he reunited with his grandma and the rest of his family, he was always so quiet but also easy to talk to and really only hung around you for he wasn’t really social
he wasn’t really affectionate either and your relationship seemed more of fuck buddies who did homework together rather than anything else
he was just like any other boy if you were being honest at the time, but you still felt an attachment with him with how much softer his atmosphere was (if that makes sense)
but after he became an “official” cody and his mom had died, you saw less and less of him and you really didn’t even know his mother passed away till he invited you over to a pool party
it was unlike anything you had ever been to and you didn’t even see j till like an hour after you had gotten there
immediately you knew something was different by the way he held himself and his face seemed a lot more brighter than the last time you had seen him
you almost didn’t recognize him
“it’s good to see you,” his hand had squeezed your hip before he studied your face a bit more, watching you settle from your shock.
“you too.”
“listen,” he leaned in close to your ear, his hand still hovering over your practically bare hip before speaking lowly, “i want to speak to you after, if that’s okay?”
you nodded, still taken aback before he smiled, nodding, pressing a kiss on the side of your face before walking away.
so you hung back, only dipping your toes in the water due to feeling out of place at the commotion that surrounded you
and after everyone left, you found yourself wandering into the home where an older woman greeted you with a smile, offering you fruit, seemingly not concerned to a random girl entering her home
but then again, it seemed she knew who you were
it wasn’t long before j appeared with a small smile on his face, squeezing your shoulder and calling for you to follow him after saying hello to the older woman, “smurf”
he seemed more comfortable in his own skin by the way he talked and held himself and listened to you
he didn’t conceal his smiles, laughs, and he felt he could relax around you as you spoke and caught up with him
after that, he kept more in touch, inviting you over to family dinners and just to hang around the house
you got to know all his uncles and smurf, developing interesting relationships you never thought you’d have as they all seemed so laid back and accepting
they love you
and the more j had you around, the more it seemed the two of you were no longer fuck buddies but rather.. more
he was sweet and more affectionate
his hands cupped your face when you kissed and his thumb would often rub your cheekbone as you talked
you smoked weed with smurf and got crossed with craig after a day of surfing
you found yourself practically living in smurf’s home
there were late nights you and j would watch cheesy action movies and they always seemed to end with you pulled up on his lap while he tried to coax you into a make out session
the two of you always tried to squeeze into his twin sized bed the best you could
you spent a lot of time on the beach hand and hand, watching the sun set or rise with your head dipped into his shoulder
but that was all before you figured out what him and his family was wrapped up into
after javi and his friends broke into the house and practically drowned j and kidnapped you (for like five minutes), he taught you how to use a gun
it wasn’t really something he wanted to do, but he wanted to make sure you were safe and knew how to defend yourself
concerned texts
protective of you
sex.. a lot because.. y’know
he always seems so busy with the jobs smurf sets him up with and joining in on the ones with uncles- you barely have time with him
you see him mostly at night and learn to cherish it with him just holding you and pressing kisses along your shoulders and neck
he only trusts you
and because of that, he tells you everything (things that won’t hurt you anyway)
he’s your best friend and he’s always there for you
if you ever get drunk out of your mind, he makes sure to take care of you no matter what since he really doesn’t drink much to go beyond getting tipsy
he holds your hair back if you throw up, makes sure you hydrate with water, even heats you up a plate of nachos or makes you mac n’ cheese
he never gets mad at you and if he ever is, it’s hard to tell with how silent and unreadable he usually is
this man is STOCKED with hoodies and he’s more than happy to share with you
the one thing is, he lacks having the ability to show emotion but he makes sure you know he cares by little things
Cillian Murphy ━ PEAKY BLINDERS, portraying Thomas Shelby.
the show first started in September of 2013 and is still an ongoing series.
Finn Cole - Always Look Forward
