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Masterlist
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➳ HALLOWEEN
Corey Cunningham
- His baby mama : part 2
➳ RESIDENT EVIL
Leon S. Kennedy
- Unexpected Boner
- Valentine’s day
- His young and bright light
- Australian girlfriend
- Caught in the office
- RE Boys x endometriosis!reader
- Sore loser
Chris Redfield
- Warm me up, Captain
- Body heat
- RE Boys x endometriosis!reader
Albert Wesker
- Migraines
- Progenitor woman: part 1, part 2, part 3
- Disorder
- RE Boys x endometriosis!reader
- Hate makes you blind
- Shaking like a leaf
- God Complex
- Covidead
- Annoying Wesker
- Family
- Albert Wesker as a father
- Privacy
- How Wesker decide the perfect mate
- Nsfw headcanon
- Wesker’s captive: part 1
- Seduction fails
➳ THE LAST OF US
Joel Miller
- Your lucky star
- On his backseat
➳ MARVEL
Bucky Barnes
- Protection
- Exquise Esquisse - Part 2
- Bucky as a dad
Loki
- Meow
- The melted popsicle
- The Asgardian whale dancing salsa
Peter Parker
- Blur
Steve Rogers
Natasha Romanoff
➳ PEAKY BLINDERS
Thomas Shelby
- Everything I touch
- Periods (part 2)
- Fading innocence
Alfie Solomons
- Periods
John Shelby
- Periods
- Perfect sexual partner
- Coward
Michael Gray
- Work of art
- Blow your brain
- Sex or more?
- Someone else better than him
- You grow up too fast
- Periods (part 2)
- The Clementine - Part 2 (finished)
➳ RIVERDALE
Sweet Pea
- FP’s desk
➳ SUPERNATURAL
Dean Winchester
- We’re not super heroes
- Fuck you, Chuck
- Chicken Out
Sam Winchester
- We’re not super heroes
- Chicken Out
➳ ACTORS
Tom Hardy
Cillian Murphy
- The wrong path
- Love war
Sebastian Stan
- The Little
- I wanna love you
Jensen Ackles
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. :)
***
➳ 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. :)
***
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.
*
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.
Sex or more? (Michael Gray x reader)

Request: Hi!! I was wondering if u could do a michael gray x reader where she has become his secretary and has a crush on her. Polly knows that she likes him back and thinks that michael only wants her to fuck so she scares her but michael finds out, looks for her and brings her back ??? Thanks!!💘💘
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. :)
+ I know it’s not by best work, but I’m so tired ‘cause when I’m posting this, it’s very laaaaate in France. x)
***
➳ You became Michael Gray's secretary about two months ago, some of your relatives weren’t as enthusiastic as you, but you didn’t care. It was your first real job and it couldn’t have been better, Shelby Company Ltd paid its secretaries quite well. So why would you refuse? Not to mention that your young boss was someone nice and pretty to look at... You couldn’t lie to yourself and tell you that working with him was unpleasant.
➳ Crushing on him so hard and blush every time he flirts with you. Your salary increased, without knowing why, but you never asked too many questions.
➳ He started to walk you home every night, so you learnt to discover each other until he invited you to go out with him some evenings, but it never really was a date.
➳ Finally, he settled a date, it was romantic and classy. It was the best night of your life, and that's how you understood that you liked him, except that you weren’t aware that the feeling was shared. After all, lately Michael had caught the reputation of a skirt-chaser...
➳ However, Michael was genuine, even though you didn’t notice. On the other hand, everyone around you saw very well that you crushed on Michael since you have never been talented to hide your feelings. And if everyone had noticed, Polly was one of the first to have seen it...
➳ Polly fucking Shelby. By talking to her, you ended up discovering that she had supernatural gifts and that she was able to discover a lot of things that were sometimes impossible. So, in the late afternoon, when she came into Michael's office while he was away, you felt something fishy was happening. Unfortunately, you weren’t wrong…
"Yes, Mrs. Gray? What can I do for you? Michael is not here."
"I came for you. I will be very clear with you: I know you love my son."
➳ You looked at her as if you hadn’t shit for weeks, your face lost all its colors and you became very nervous, unable to hold in place.
"Excuse me?”
"Don’t play the girl who doesn’t know what I'm talking about, it's cliché. Look, you're not a bad girl and you don’t deserve that, but you have to know... Michael just wants to fuck you."
Agape, you looked in her eyes to see if she was joking, but when you realized that she was serious and you looked away as your sight blurred. You wanted to cry, except that you were holding back to not lose your credibility with Polly.
➳ No longer able to hold you back, you storm out of the office and return to your home without a word. What said this woman had hurt you in the depths of your being and you didn’t know what to do. The worst thing is that you believed her.
➳ When Michael came back to the office, there wasn’t the slightest trace of you, he decided to call you, but when you got down and his voice began to reach you, you hung up immediately. This worried him and started to question his anterior actions, which is why he went to ask his mother if she knew something.
"Mom, why Y/N isn’t here?” He asked, credulous.
"I told her the truth.” She replied, smoking a cigarette while she read some papers.
"What truth, damn it?!"
"That you just want to have sex with her. I don’t want this non-reciprocal feelings to affect her work before it's too late to go back."
"WHAT?! It's ridiculous!” He shouted, angrily.
➳ He left and drove to your house before knocking on your door and calling from outside. He climbed the gutter to reach your window, which he knocked on before discovering that your room was empty. Michael went down again and opened the front door. Once at your place, it’s on your balcony overlooking the outdoor courtyard that he found you back to him, sitting on one of the chairs.
"Y/N…"
"What are you doing here, Michael?” You questioned him without turning around, afraid he would see your red and wet eyes.
"I know what my mother told you and she’s wrong, although she says she can read people's intentions, see ghosts, and so on. I don’t particularly want to have sex with you even if you’re a very beautiful young woman. "
“So, what…?”
Finally, you dared to turn around and met his eyes, a beautiful smile stretched his kissable lips.
"I really like you. So, would you like to continue working for me and going out with me after work?"
How could you refuse?
Someone else better than him (Michael Gray x reader)

Request: Helloo, could you please do a michael x reader where the reader is a barmaid or waitress at the garrison, she has a boyfriend. Everyone knows Michael likes her and want them to be together and john tease him about it. Her boyfriend cheats on her and Michael conforts her. And then he tells her he loves her and wants her to be his gf???
Warnings: cheating + not my best work, I know, but I’m overwhelmed by everything I had to do :(
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. :)
***
Like every Friday night, the Garrison was crowded, impossible to get around without pushing someone or crushing some feet. It was in these situations that you blessed the lord to be barmaid and not waitress. Even if you had people at the bar, it was always better and then at least you had time to chat with customers or even the Shelby’s.
While you were serving a man in his 40s, you saw John Shelby and Michael Gray sitting at the counter and chatting. The smile that stretched John's lips was not unknown to you, he was certainly annoying his cousin and your curiosity prevailed by trying to listen to their conversation like a spy.
“By the time you make a move towards her, she will have had time to get married three times and have ten kids!” John joked, so Michael sighed, shaking his head.
"John, it's not that easy. She has a boyfriend."
"And so?”
"I would be surprised if she took it well."
I finished serving the last customers before moving on to those two, cutting them off in their discussion.
"Michael, John, what can I serve you?” I asked, smiling.
"Two whiskey, please, Y/N.” Michael replied, looking down at his hands.
I served them before dealing with the payments, making sure no one scammed us and I took the opportunity to listen to them resume their discussion. Wrong? Yes. Interesting? Really.
"What happened to Michael Gray, the guy who can fuck any girl he wants?"
"I don’t want to fuck her, that's what you don’t understand.” growled the youngest of the two.
"So, what? That's why you have no more balls to try anything? Or is it because you're afraid she thinks you have a dick too small? "
"Shut up.” Michael retorted before lowering his glass and snapping it on the varnished wooden counter.
"You know what? If I wasn’t married, I would already have tried something with Y/N.” he murmured, but not low enough so I could hear.
I couldn’t help but blush and tried to avoid their eyes the rest of the evening. It’s true that I had always found Michael pretty handsome, intelligent and friendly. Maybe more than once, my heart had missed a beat, but I had always ignored this great attraction towards him. I had never wanted to disrespect my boyfriend, considering that he didn’t deserve it, especially since we had been together for a year and a half. He came to visit me more than once during my services and this led to arguments, he was convinced that something was going on between me and Michael because of the continuous innuendos of the Shelby or because that I got on very well with the Chief Accountant of Shelby Company Ltd.
After closing the pub, you went home like every night, exhausted and having only one desire: to sleep. Ten minutes later, you found yourself in your boyfriend's building, went up the two floors and arrived at the front door; low moans of man and especially of woman came to your ear. You frowned and then widened your eyes as you understood what was happening. Alexander was doing what you forbade yourself, in the sheets you shared together. You didn’t need to check, it was useless, you weren’t stupid to believe that it was just a misunderstanding. You took out of your bag, a sheet of paper and a pen before scribbling these few words:
"You have chosen another that isn’t me, but don’t expect to see me again, except to come get my things. Good luck with her, hoping she will be the right one. - Y/N L/N"
You were sad, it was the case to say it, but you hadn’t shed a tear. Maybe you didn’t love him as before, and obviously it was reciprocal, but you would have preferred it to end otherwise. To deceive you and count on keeping it as a secret, there was nothing more cowardly.
You decided to turn back your way, going to your own flat.
*
The next day was a little more difficult, this story gnawed at you all night, not to mention that you couldn’t get Michael off your head either. Obviously, you liked him and it was reciprocal. Now, you were single and you wondered if anything could happen between you two... To be honest, you were a bit lost, between this break and the opportunity to be with Michael... This break affected you even if you didn’t want to admit it.
You were cleaning the counter as the first guests arrived; it was still a bit early when you saw Michael walk through the pub door alone. Usually, he always was with someone. You didn’t get up and continued your work until he sat on the stool in front of you.
"Hello Michael, what do you want?"
"Hi, Y/N. A whiskey, please."
You nodded with a small smile and served him immediately as you felt his gaze constantly on you. When you looked up, you met her beautiful gaze as his eyebrows furrowed.
“You really have dark circles under your eyes tonight, what's going on?” he asked, looking worried before taking a sip of his drink.
"Here are ways to seduce a woman!” I replied with an irony, a small smile on my lips. It was true that my dark circles had taken a rather purplish color that night, because of my lack of sleep. "Let's say that... I almost surprised my boyfriend, finally ex, cheating on me. And then other little things that it took me time to fall asleep and that my sleep wasn’t renovator."
"He did WHAT?!” he almost choke on his whiskey and gawk like an idiot.
"Cheated. He cheated on me, Michael. But it’s going to be okay... "
I looked down at the counter, feeling my throat tighten. A person in whom I had great confidence betrayed me and there was nothing I could do against it, except wait for time to pass and let the wound heal.
"He doesn’t deserve you. You'll find someone else better than him..."
"I think I already found it..." you thought.
"If I was him, I wouldn’t have done that.” he added, looking into my eyes.
"What would have you done?” I asked, leaning towards him.
"I would have stayed by your side, faithful and I would have waited patiently for you to come back, to take you in my arms and kiss you” he confessed, murmuring, his voice hoarse.
My heart began to accelerate at his revelation. I bit my lower lip, bringing my face close to his.
"What's stopping you?"
"I want you to know something first: I have strong feelings for you for a while and knowing you with him became unbearable. I'm sorry for what happened to you, but I'm glad you're not with him anymore."
"Know one thing," I repeated, like him. "It's reciprocal."
It was all he needed to slide a hand behind my neck and put his lips against mine for a passionate kiss.
There’s plenty more fish in the sea.
You grow up too fast (Michael Gray x reader)

Request: Hey, can u write an imagine or hc about being ada's bff and going to polly's, meeting michael??? He falls in love w her and takes her on a date and to a family meeting were he presents her as his girl
Warnings: none, only fluff
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. :)
***
➳ When you met Ada, you were 16 and even if she was already 22, you understood each other so well and if you weren’t straight, you would probably fall in love with this woman. Now, you’re her best friend for 6 years and you only met Tommy when he broke into her house, to see if she was doing well. So yep, you never met the others Shelby in Polly’s house until that day. Ada absolutely wanted you to meet her brothers, her cousin and her aunt.
➳ At the beginning, even if they were nice to you, because Ada trusted you with her whole heart, you were so shy. For you to relax, John and Arthur had in mind to make you laugh with their best puns and jokes, and it worked. Even Polly chatted with you like you belonged to this family. To summarize, it was really nice.
➳ But there was Michael, you couldn’t help but blushed every time you met his gaze. He was handsome, well-mannered and a bit mysterious. So, at the end of the day, when he asked you on a date while all of his family members were doing something, you were surprised. Then, you gladly accepted, wanting to know him.
➳ Asking Ada for help to choose your clothes, hairstyle and makeup for your date. She was almost as excited as you were and she openly hoped you would become a real family member, like Mrs. Gray, which made you blush because it was so soon!
➳ Michael was hot as always.
➳ Him gaping when he saw you before he managed to compliment you:
“Wow… You’re incredibly beautiful, Y/N.”
➳ Taking you to a fancy restaurant, the kind where you had never stepped before. You were completely amazed. The food was excellent, at the top of the gastronomy.
➳ Michael couldn’t stop looking at you when he had the chance to. He found you so beautiful, intelligent and he loved when you were shy, he thought it was cute.
➳ His heart was beating like crazy and poor boy; he didn’t understand immediately what was happening to him. Then, he remembered what people told him, what if feels like to fall in love. At this moment, he knew he was falling so hard for you.
➳ At the end of the diner, he couldn’t resist you and your desirable lips. He gathered his courage, taking your hand in his, caressing your flushed cheek and he kissed you, putting all his love in the kiss. Then, he asked you to be his girlfriend and you only could accept, otherwise you would be crazy!
➳ You were in a relationship for two months, keeping it a secret, before you decided to reveal the truth to the Shelby’s, except Ada who knew because you couldn’t hide it to her.
➳ There was a family meeting between the Shelby’s, but Michael insisted for you to come because it was the best occasion to tell them. So you entered Thomas’s manor hand in hand and when they saw you, hands intertwined, you had nothing to explain. They congratulated the two of you.
“When is the wedding?” asked Ada to tease you a bit before taking you in her arms, whispering in your ear “Aw, you grow up too fast, my Y/N!” which made you laugh.
Periods part 2
Request: I received a few requests to write a second part about Michael Gray, Finn and Thomas Shelby.
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. :)
***
Michael Gray:

➳ Michael was intelligent and received a good education, so he knew a few things about periods, but he asked Polly some advices.
➳ He wasn’t disgusted by the blood, so if you needed to change the bed sheets or something, he never said anything.
➳ Running warm baths for you, to help you to relax all your tensed muscles and to relieve your cramps.
➳ Sometimes he cooked for the two of you, especially if you were in a bad shape:
“What are you doing, babe?”
“The Sunday roast your mom used to cook. With some hope, it will be edible!”
“Please don’t kill us...” you whispered, a little smile stretching your lips.
“Eh! I’m not suicidal, alright? We’re not going to die of food poisoning; I’m not Finn or Isaiah.”
You couldn't help but laugh, cuddling him from behind to thank him. Luckily, his dish wasn't bad, even if it will never be as good as your mother’s.
➳ Making some yoga postures because once, an Indian man told him that it was what his wife was doing to relieve her pain.
➳ He used to massage your entire body, insisting on your lower abdomen and back, where your ovaries were killing you.
➳ Preparing an herbal tea every night before he read to you your favorite book because it made you feel so much better.
Finn Shelby:

➳ Poor Finn never had a good education. Actually, he didn’t know how to read and write until he met you and it was the 1920s, so he had a lack of knowledge about periods and in general about how female body work.
➳ The first time you were in pain while he was present, he didn’t understand until you explained him what was happening. But he was still confused, even if he didn’t show it.
➳ Being the cutie he is, he asked Ada for some help and she told him how he could help you to cope with the pain, if he wanted to serve to something and avoid being a useless boyfriend.
➳ The second time you had your period and that he was aware, he ran to a grocery shop and bought chocolate even if it was expensive at that time. Then, he went to the florist to surprise you with your favorite flowers!
➳ He still wasn’t quite comfortable to ask you to massage your lower abdomen because he was very respectful and shy, so he just cuddled you as much as you wanted.
(A/n: I know the Finn version is super short, but seriously I didn’t know what to write... So, if you have more ideas than me, tell me in comments and I will add them (and credit you)
Thomas Shelby:

➳ The man had so many women in his bed in the past and had truly loved two of them before you, which made him an EXPERT. He gathered the expertise of all his brothers and his cousin.
➳ He knew what kind of tea you should drink, especially chamomile tea, and what food you could eat to prevent cramps. He even made sure you were hydrated.
➳ He made you bath in warm water every morning and night to be at peace.
➳ He massaged all the right spots like a pro, you didn’t need to tell him where it hurt the most AND he kissed you at the same time. This man had a gift to understand the woman anatomy and he could charm your ovaries.
➳Tommy bought you clothes, perfume and makeup from Paris, very expensive stuff at this time, and also pastries with flowers because it was good for your morale.
➳ Spending more time with you and Charlie on the first day of your period because it drained you from your energy and it was a good excuse to be more present for you two.
➳ Joking about getting you pregnant with his third child so you won’t be on your periods for a long time, this led to a more serious discussion, the baby subject, because both of you wanted a child in common. Especially since you didn’t have your own baby by blood, even if you loved Charlie and Ruby (even if she had a mother that was still in love with Thomas) as your own children.
“Would you prefer a boy or a girl?” he asked since he already had the two.
“It doesn’t matter as long as the baby will be healthy.”
Then, trying to choose names with important meanings for both of you.
➳ Cuddling all the night, his hot hand on your lower stomach since you were the little spoon.
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.
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2) I’ll write what I want to, only if I like your request or if I feel comfortable enough to write it (it should be okay if you respect the first rule)
3) Don’t ask me the same imagine or headcanon you sent to someone else, please.
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5) Don’t ask for a character that isn’t already in my masterlist. I can accept only if I already wrote for a character played by the same actor. But I can’t make promises.
6) Feel free to ask age gap stories, I’m living for it! Aha
7) English isn’t my first language so I’ll make some spelling or grammar mistakes, so don’t be harsh.
8) Being polite is always a plus ;)
I’m not the kind of person to establish rules, except when I don’t have the choice. I need to explain myself, why I need to set up rules. I can seem stupid to say that, but I have been really busy lately and I always will. Firstly, I make my studies a priority. Besides studies, I write a lot. These are mostly novels (in French) and since I’m published author, I want to focus my efforts on my novels... I would like to live from my books but in France, it’s extremely difficult, so I have to work harder and harder. So, it takes a lot of my time. Not to mention that there are times when I really want to relax reading or watching movies and series instead of writing.
I hope you understand my choice,
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Gangsta’s Paradise (Michael Gray x Reader)

WARNINGS: DUB-CON BORDERLINE NON-CON, blackmail, loss of virginity, (for the sake of this fic let’s pretend that Finn Cole is taller than what he is okay)
! DNI IF THIS OFFENDS YOU !
➥ divider by @firefly-graphics
summary: an agreement with the Peaky Blinders is almost a done deal…until you catch the eye of Michael Gray. You’re suddenly thrust into the equation, and your father must decide between losing everything or losing you.
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Gangsta’s Paradise (Michael Gray x Reader)

WARNINGS: DUB-CON BORDERLINE NON-CON, blackmail, loss of virginity, (for the sake of this fic let’s pretend that Finn Cole is taller than what he is okay)
! DNI IF THIS OFFENDS YOU !
➥ divider by @firefly-graphics
summary: an agreement with the Peaky Blinders is almost a done deal…until you catch the eye of Michael Gray. You’re suddenly thrust into the equation, and your father must decide between losing everything or losing you.
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‘and we walk after’ part III // Michael Gray

SUMMARY: an addiction warrants a loss of sound mind. and when blood stains his hands from the withdrawals of his cure, Michael Gray’s obsession is the price to pay for cocaine… and his life.
WARNING: cursing, drugs use, drug abuse, addiction, OD, murder, violence and blood.
A/N: if you enjoy this, please let me know. I’d love to hear from the readers. and if you wish to be tagged, let me know as well. my goodness. thank you. also… a gigantic thank you to @caelys because she has been with me throughout this entire time. she has listened to me go on about the plots, the moments, everything… thank you, dearie. it means the world.
PART I PART II
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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

made for display, part one. thomas shelby x reader
summary: a widely known performer seems to catch the attention of a gang leader who can't seem to get her out of his head
warning/s: swearing, drinking, really bad writing because i don't want to revise my old writing, smoking, harassment, and slight violence
slater’s note: this was originally a wattpad book of mine (just slightly edited) with an original character (kiera knightly as a faceclaim) but y’know, let me post it here 😁😁😐

you love the way people stare at you even when they have no reason to. their eyes could simply be wandering the room and then land on you for no reason and just stick there.
you loved it because it gave you some form of power that no one could seem to place. the attention they fed you reflected off of you and gave you a glowing effect, attracting more eyes. it was a mentality really; no one could be you, no one could beat you, there was no like you.
however, the attention came to be a bit much when it came to certain men, especially men like harvey lucas. a man who made constant passes at you and when rejected; he made other equally indecent men make passes at you.
there was a constant growing of discomfort that would just form in the pit of your stomach each time he came into your vision. you just couldn't avoid him no matter how hard you tried, he always found his way to you.
you made money by playing piano at the hudson; a large ballroom that was open every night, and had you play every saturday. you made good money but you also made good impressions on some of the men that would watch you, making it easy for harvey lucas to find someone to force on you.
you leaned against the copper bar rail with a glass of wine in hand as you observed the men and women that swung along to the music together.
a small smile of amusement formed on your face as you continued to watch until it was suddenly dropped when you saw the eager face of harvey from the corner of your eye; he was looking for someone.
he was looking for you.
you quickly adjusted yourself off the bar railing, setting down the glass half full of thick red wine before pushing yourself into the crowd of dancing people in hopes his eyes wouldn't catch you.
you looked around frantically, looking for someone to hide behind or to just to talk to so you could drown out harvey who was soon to find you. it was always better with the company of another person, it always made it hard for the man to push on his abrasive words.
your eyes land on a man who, conveniently, was looking right at you. you almost smirk but he slowly diverts his eyes to somewhere else with a blank expression, almost thinking you wouldn't notice him if he was subtle, but it was too late, he was already quick pray.
you glided across the slick polished wooden floors to the man who stood to the side with a glass of whiskey.
you smile when his eyes find their way back to you when you’re only five feet away. he seems unaffected, as if he expected you to come around eventually, like this was his plan the whole time, even as he had no idea who you were.
and you smiled to yourself knowing he was very well unaware that you had no intention in sleeping with him, but only to escape from the drooling men that chased after you.
"do you dance?"
maybe you liked him, chose him because he wasn't drooling all over you, and of course that's the way things go? you desire the ones who don't desire you.
he nods slowly and always hesitantly, taking a sip of the drink in his hand, not offering you any verbal response. but you take that as an opening to drag him onto the dance floor as he wasn't speaking; wasn't protesting.
eyes seemed to land on the two of you, including the ones of harvey who was after you. you smiles to yourself as you can see the disappointment clouding his features from the corner of your eye.
thank god.
thomas shelby reluctantly places his hand on your hip as well as lacing his fingers with yours. he purses his lips while studying your features as your eyes dart around the room, as if your anxiety was turned to a high and he found that strange.
"these people, mr. shelby, they take great interest in you," you mumble while studying other people and the way they look at you, no, the way they look at him.
"who are you?"
you finally look to him, finding his icy eyes that seem to stare into your soul. they make you lightly shiver, but you keep your composure, slightly smiling to hide the fear that started to creep into the back of your mind.
you were a fool to consider him as a dance partner so lightly.
his eyebrows were raised high, "how do you know who i am?"
"i don't."
he leaves your eyes, looking at the crowds of people who you were referring to, and he frowns at your incorrect observation.
"they're all staring at you."
thomas has never seen you a day of his life until now. it took him on edge on how well you seemed to know him for no reason, but it's as if he forgets how notorious him and his brothers are.
"they're staring at the both of you."
you closed your eyes tightly at the voice, leaving tommy all the more confused. he formed his lips in a tight line glancing at the man who stood uncomfortably close to the two of you who continued to dance to the music.
"fuck off, eh? harvey," you mumbled, your eyes wandering around the cream colored room.
"wouldn't you like that, huh, y/n?"
thomas looks between the two of you, loosening his grip on you and you notices right away, your head flipping to him. you give him a desperate look that he sees a lot from woman.
you didn't want him to leave you to another conversation with the man that continued to stand next to you in an awkward stance.
but thomas fully lets go of you, nodding to the man named "harvey".
you bite the inside of your cheek as you watch the man smooth down the front of his nice three-piece suit while walking away, back to his scotch.
"you look nice."
you scoff, marching back to the bar where your alcoholic drink also awaited.
maybe, you thought, maybe if i act like he's not here, he'll go away.
but he didn't. he continued to talk about the hotel room he had up in the hudson and how he was ready to go up at anytime.
"harvey, you really have no idea how much i'd like to strangle you right now," you mumbled, connecting the tip of your wine glass to your lips.
you glanced his way while you take in the thick liquid down your throat. he thinks while looking at his shoes before looking back up to you.
he comes in really close to where his lips are connected to your ear, "i'd prefer to be the one who strangles while fucking you senseless."
you could feel your blood boiling to the point you couldn't even think, so you smashed your wine glass over the top of his head.
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Hello! Can i request a peaky blinders x terminally ill reader. Like, they don’t want to fall in love with her because it’s like falling in love with a ticking time bomb that’s gonna leave them devastated, but she’s just so lovely they can’t help them self
So cause I'm not terminally ill and therefore can't write a totally honest view of what this would be like, im going to try. Some of them might not be 100% how u asked so sorry in advance.



Tommy
🌿 He can tell you're hiding something from him and the rest of the world from the moment he meets you, he can tell its something dark and sad, but he thinks that makes you just like him and so, if anything, it only draws him in closer to you.
🌿 He thinks you're beautiful, he likes to listen to you singing while you work down the market. He can sense that whatever your secrets are, they mean he should stay away, but even before he really falls for you he can't. You just drew him in.
🌿 I think in the case of tommy it would be you trying to keep your distance from him, putting up walls and trying not to let him too close. You don't want to hurt him, and you don't want to hurt yourself by dangling a future you know you can't have in front of yourself.
🌿 But one day Tommy gets fed up with all your defenses and kind of snaps, calmly, but still, he lets his frustration get to him all "Whyre you doing this eh darlin, its like I'm trying really, really bloody hard to get to know you but theres all these doors you keep lockin right in front of me fuckin face, every time i try to talk to you, another wall going up and up and up... Whyre you doin that? Puttin up walls eh?" he'd say it all so intensely, and so calm and soft by the end of it, so that you can see the affection and need in his eyes abd it breaks your heart...
🌿 And when you tell him whats really going on you expect him to leave but he doesn't
🌿 Because this is Tommy isn't it. So narcissistically obsessed with his own doom that if he'd really thought about it for a second he could have guessed that he was going to lose him. That any chance of happiness he had with you would be the temporary, doomed kind.
🌿 He kind of embraces the pain and punishes himself with it every day, but is also determined that you don't deserve this. Maybe he thinks he deserves to lose the love of his life as penance for his sins but you do not deserve to lose your life because some ugly man from Birmingham did some terrible things. So he'd be defiant about it, he'd love you anyway despite knowing he perhaps should try not to. He'd love you like pressing on a bruise, embracing the pain he's in whilst doing everything in his power to give youba good and happy life.
🌿 He won't leave you. He'll tell you he's not going to leave you, he'll make sure you're completely certain of that. "Its important to me darlin, that you know that right, I'm not gonna leave you, I love you and I won't stop just because of some fuckin illness yeah, i won't..."
🌿 Actually he'll straight up marry you. Even if you think thats pointless because you won't be around for very long, he'll insist that it happens. He loves you, he wants to marry you whilst youve the chance.
🌿 Blames himself for the illness, even though you were ill before you met him. In his head its like this... If you were fated to be the love of his life, then that is what doomed you to a premature death, because he needs to be punished for his sins. He thinks you were sent to punish him for his sins.
🌿 He won't tell you what he's doing but he'll keep searching for ways to heal you, things that could save your life. Even if he doesn't find any, he won't give up. He'll start fuckin praying again. He'll go sit in a church and break down, beg for your life to be spared and his taken instead.
🌿 But he won't let anyone see or know his desperation. On the outside he will mostly remain stoic.
🌿 And he'll want to take care of you every step of the way, when you're in your last days he probably won't want anyone else around, just you and him, him doting on your every need, holding you when you sleep. Always scared you won't wake up. Telling you he loves you, but more importantly showing you he loves you with every little thing he does for you.
🌿 You might try to make him promise you he'll find someone else and fall in love and have a family and all that without you and he won't mean it when he promises you that he will. But he'll promise you anything, say anything to keep you calm and content in your last days.
🌿 He won't let you see him crying, he won't be "weak" in front of you. He'll be so brave and determined even though his heart is breaking because he won't want to upset you. He'd want to preserve your happiness and comfort for as long as possible.
🌿 Rather than getting teary upset i feel like he'd express his emotions through frustration and take them out on other people. He'd probably be a lot less patient with other people, snapping at them and making rash careless decisions. His brothers would have to work extra hard to keep him "sane" and make sure he doesn't do too much damage.
Alfie
🐻 Is an "old man" well aware of his own mortality and of life, suffering and death. You're not the first terminally ill person he's met and he knows exactly what he's getting himself into by getting close to you
🐻 His friends warn him maybe once, maybe they ask him if he really thinks its a good idea, getting so close to someone who won't be around forever... But one look from alfie, one quick and cutting sentence is enough to warn them off ever asking again.
🐻 "Oh an i suppose you think you will be around forever do you Ollie?"
🐻 He's not naive, he knows its going to hurt but he's also not naive enough to believe then that it won't be worth it.
🐻 Because he adores you, your gentle ways, your soft beauty, your kindness, how sweet you are, all he ever wants to do when he sees you is hold your waist in his hands and draw you in close to him. Hold onto you and have you all to himself.
🐻 He loves you, to put it simply, and you, to put it even more simply, deserve love. Being ill, dying doesnt make you any less deserving of that love. And he has so much love for you.
🐻 "If I can't have you for as long as I live right darlin, gonna make sure you have me for as long as you live yeah, reckon that makes sense doesn't it, makes perfect sense to me poppet, yeah makes perfect sense to me..."
🐻 He'd be completely devoted to you. He'd spoil you rotten, he'd want to make sure you got to do everything you wanted to, see everything you wanted to whilst you were still able to. He'd piss everyone at the bakery off by taking all this time away, practically throwing his business away so that he could spend time with you.
🐻 Basically puts Tommy in this frustrating and stupid position where tommys no choice but to mind the bakery whilst Alfie is off with you
🐻 And then when you're really sick and getting weaker every day Alfie is by your bedside doing as much for you as he can. He doesnt want some nurse you dont know attending to you, he doesnt want you to feel alone... He only trusts himself to be able to take care of you and he probably does everyone else's head in telling them exactly how you like to be washed/dressed, exactly how to cook your food.
🐻 Much like Tommy he'd be desperately sad about whats happening to you, he'd feel his heart break a little more each day but he probably won't cry in front of you, he'll probably try to be brave for you.
🐻 Very short tempered with everyone else. He will cry but only when he's alone, honestly maybe in front of Tommy and only for a second before he composes himself again.
🐻 Writes a whole fucking opera about you as a coping mechanism.
🐻 Always wants to be holding you or touching you somehow, like hes scared to forget how it feels. Always holding your hand in his.
🐻 Likes reading you to sleep, putting records on for you. Writing music for you.
Arthur
🍂 Is devestated, can't put his feelings into words at all, can't cope with the idea of losing you.
🍂 Everyone warns him about falling for you but their warnings come too late because he already has and he adores you. He wants to spend his whole life with you and when it becomes apparent that thats never going to happen he is distraught.
🍂 He doesn't want you to live he NEEDS you to live, he can't accept things the way they are, has to believe you can survive even though deep down he knows you can't.
🍂 He gets so angry and bitter, not with you or at you but at the world and with everything else. He's angry at the illness for taking you from him, he's angry at the world for being such a cruel and unfair place.
🍂 Tries to turn to god, tries to pray, thinks that perhaps if he repents for all the bad things hes done or, if he begs god enough, he can trade with you, he can die so that you don't have to. Because "its fucked up isnt it darlin, that someone so fucking kind and good and pure can have to deal with this, whilst the rotten likes of me just go on living an fillin the world up with bad things"
🍂 Arthur doesn't have the self control his brother has, he won't hold back in front of you even if sometimes it would be kinder for him to do so. There are probably things you don't really need to hear about how cruel the world is, how unfair everything is, but he doesn't have a filter and sometimes when his emotions get the better of him he just spills it all.
🍂 He will cry in front of you, you'll hold him whilst he sobs into your chest and breaks down. Then apologises because "you shouldn't have to be dealin with this, I should be being the fuckin strong one.."
🍂 Takes a lot of his emotions out in the ring and they probably have to try and stop him from going there because the damage he will do with all these enotions coursing through him could be deadly.
🍂 He would get more and more unstable the more ill you got, unable to cope with whats happening. But he'd so desperately want to be a good husband to you. He'd beg Polly and his sister for help, asking them for advice. Polly would probably be his rock here, giving him advice, giving him a hug when he needs one, a slap and a shake when he needs to snap out of it and be there for you.
🍂 She'd help him take care of you, teach him how to look after you, how to be gentle when he's taking care of you.
🍂 At the point that you're too weak to get out of bed he'd lie with you or sit with you whenever he could, he wont give you peace talking to you about everything thats been happening, nervous talking too because he doesnt like the silence. But you like listening to him ramble about everything.
🍂 You also like the fact that no ones worried about talking of peaky business in front of you so you get all of the gossip.
🍂 He won't be particularly articulate but he'll tell you he loves you constantly.
🍂 Brings you little gifts of food and sweet treats all the time. Makes you food his mam woulda made him when he was sick as a child.
John
🌼 John seems so happy go lucky, laidback, still such a child at heart and you're drawn to him because of that. Admiring him from afar, falling in love with his laughter and that cheeky grin. Torturing yourself because hes something you just cant have.
🌼 You don't want to let yourself near him because you don't want to take that carefree nature away from him or taint him with the side effects of your illness, the stress anxiety and torment which seems to taint everyone you get close to these days.
🌼 But John has been in love with you since the second he laid eyes on you and he's determined to ignore your warnings about staying away from him.
🌼 As far as he's concerned you deserve to be loved, whether or not you have the potential to break his heart or not. Technically - and this is an argument he comes up with all the time - technically, everyone has the potential to break everyones heart, he could get shot and killed tomorrow before anythings even really happened to you. He could fall in love with some other lass and she could get hit by a car or die in some sudden accident. "Just because you're really ill flower, doesn't mean I shouldn't love you. Doesn't make you not worth loving... If anything it means you should be loved twice as hard now... I've got a whole lifetimes worth of love to give you so better not to keep stalling... "
🌼 His family think hes impulsive but he marries you almost imediately. Youre the love of his life and he wants to spend as much time as he possibly can being your husband.
🌼 He would want you to have the best possible life you could, even if it was only short so he'd take you travelling to see all the places you wanted to see. He'd help you do all the things you wanted to do before you died.
🌼 He'd do his best to keep up his usual ray of sunshine persona, still being boyish and charming, always teasing you, always trying to make you smile. Out of all the peaky men John is the one who treats you least like you're terminally ill. He isn't quite so obsessed with being careful with you or treating you like you're delicate. He lets you make the "I'm going to die anyway" joke sometimes when it comes to you doing unwise things like drinking/smoking or going for a ride.
🌼 He wants to keep you laughing and smiling for as long as he possibly can
🌼 When you get more sick and you begin to grow weaker he does struggle more, he doesnt like seeing you look so unwell, so in pain. He wants to be with you all the time but he doesn't want you to see him get upset.
🌼 He goes to Ada for support and she lets him hug it out or cry to her. She'd give him the love actually advice of "cheer up, no ones gonna shag you if you cry all the time" type of joking advice which is exactly what he needs to keep his head up and stay strong for you.
🌼 He too would want to be there for you and help care for you everyday even if he doesn't really know what hes doing. If he couldn't help he'd hold your hand and reassure you.
Bonnie
🍀 He's heartbroken when he finds out, naturally, no one wants the person they love to suffer, however
🍀 Rather than get too caught up in how long you have left together, Bonnie feels blessed just to have you at all and he's determined to love you for as long as he can.
🍀When he tells you this, "I love you little dove, all this love aint goin anywhere just cause you are, I'll love you my whole life I know I will..." "But you shouldn't Bon its going to hurt you so much, I'm gonna cause you so much sufferin an you don't deserve that..." "You don't deserve to be alone though do ye? And I'm tough dove, I can survive," he'd make a show of flexing his biceps to prove how strong he is and try to make you laugh.
🍀 Like John he's determined to keep you happy and smiling for as long as he can. He'll make jokes, he'll tell you how beautiful you are, how loved you are. He'll keep telling you all these things even when your light does begin to fade.
🍀 He spends as much time with you as he possibly can. Being a hopeless romantic he'll definitely want to marry you.
🍀His own mother died when he was young and his father's already been through this, Aberama would be a little torn, he'd want his son to be happy and so he wouldn't want him devoting his life to a woman who's going to leave him so soon, but he'd also want his son to be happy which means letting him devote his life to you.
🍀 Bonnie would try to be brave, he would try not to cry in front of you, and though he might not shed any actual tears, you can tell when he does want to cry, when he's upset his jaw tenses and he gets this far away misty look in his eyes.
🍀He wants to give you everything in the whole wide world but he doesn't have the time, he wants to make you proud of him so he's extra determined to win all his fights and train hard... But sometimes he also just, can't see the point? What does fighting matter, what does being the champion of the world matter when the love of his life is going to have to leave him so soon.
🍀When you get restless he wraps you up warm and takes you off on horseback to the middle of nowhere where the two of you can get some peace. He helps you bathe in the creeks and rivers, lies with you wrapped in blankets under the redwood trees.
🍀When you're ill he wants to be the one to take care of you, to nurse you, to help feed and bathe you. He won't leave your side for a second and he'll really piss Tommy Shelby off by refusing fights and refusing to work. He doesnt care if his life or future is threatened. Nothings getting between him and you now.
🍀 Sings for you whenever you ask, tries to make up little stories for you. Is still determined to make you laugh/smile whenever he can, even when you're very weak.
🍀 Always bringing you flowers and pretty things he finds for you outside when you're too weak to go exploring with him.
🍀 Holds you every night when you're going to sleep, lies awake listening to you breathing determined that you'll wake up again in the morning. Kisses your hair/forehead/temple and hands all the time.
Isaiah
🐀He loves you before he knows youre terminally ill and you're affraid to tell him because you don't want him to leave.
🐀Everyone can see him falling for you, he's not exactly subtle about it - and that fact alone means he must be falling really hard for you. He asks after you all the time, he's always abandoning his friends when he's out if he sees you, choosing to waste his time talking to you instead.
🐀And regretfully it's Michael who ends up telling him about your condition. When he finds out he does get scared. He panics and doesn't know what to do.
🐀He doesn't want to lose you, but he doesn't want to get too close... The problem is he already has feelings for you and he can't just turn them off. In fact he knows full well that even if he'd known from the second he saw you at the Garrison he wouldn't have been able to stop himself falling in love with you because you're perfect. You're his perfect girl and he would never have been able to ignore you.
🐀So he backs away a little, he tries to fall out of love but he struggles and, just as he was expecting he fails. If anything trying to pull away from you only makes him more certain of his adoration for you. He loves you. He's so sure of that now.
🐀You aren't stupid, you notice him pulling away and trying to seperate from you and though it makes you sad you're not surprised and you can't say you dont completely understand.
🐀 So you try to tell him that, you try to speak to him gently, try to tell him exactly whats wrong with you, roughly how long you have left. And he listens and tries not to get upset and does quite a good job, then when you say "it's alright Isaiah i understand... If you dont want to stay I understand..." thats when he gets upset
🐀 He gets angry, upset with you for not valuing yourself more, for accepting that someone might not want to love you. But mostly he's angry at himself because even this little argument is wasted time he could have spent holding you, kissing you, telling you how much he adores you.
🐀"No don't you dare say that, don't you dare pretend that this is fuckin fine or that you understand, I've been so fucking selfish love, you deserve to be loved and I don't fuckin deserve you because for a second I was too busy thinkin bout me fuckin self to think about you and what you need!"
🐀And from there on out hes unshakable and so stubborn about loving you, he spends as much time with you as he possibly can. He tells you he loves you like a hundred times a day.
🐀Michael and his friends can't understand whats gotten into him, he asks him one day if he doesn't think he's "wasting" his time and Isaiah has to try not to get angry. Because thats a cruel way of putting it even if thats not how it was intended to be.
🐀"Course I'm not wasting my time, she's the only good use of my time... This is the only important thing i think I've ever done with me life, you know... Loving her like... If it were you in my position you'd understand, it'd be the same for you..." "but you coulda... You know chose not to be in your position..." "nah" says Isaiah, "i couldnt have chosen anything, s'not a choice mate, i just love her and always have..."
Michael
☘️ He definitely experiences "love at first sight" which is something he didn't really believe in before. But when he sees you he's swept away by your beauty and he knows, just knows, youre the girl hes supposed to fall in love with.
☘️ He tries to pursue you and you don't really take him very seriously because he's michael gray and hes got a reputation about him when it comes to the ladies. You think he just wants a one night stand and so you flirt back and laugh him off and tease him until he ends up confessing everything to you in a desperate attempt at getting you to take him seriously.
☘️ But then he's confessed everything to you, so now you have to tell him something too, thats you've an incurable illness. At first he doesn't understand and you have to spell it out to him. "It means I'm going to die Michael... And much sooner than you will..."
☘️ His first instinct is anger, he feels upset and betrayed that you didn't tell him straight away but this quickly subsides because he isn't really angry, hes heartbroken.
☘️ "If you were to ask my advice I'd say you should go off and find yourself a different girl," you smirk, youre only joking and actually if he were to follow that advice you'd be heartbroken, and pissed off too.
☘️ But Michael is two things : a gentleman and desperately in love with you.
☘️ So he just smirks and shakes his head, "forgive me love but i dont think you give very good advice..."
☘️ He knows how much its going to hurt but he keeps telling himself he's been through worse. He hasnt but he deludes himself with this notion so that he can stay strong for you.
☘️ He won't show you how upset he is about it unless really pushed to, perhaps nearer the end he'll break down, unable to hold it in and stay strong... But for the most part he is determined not to show weakness or to let you feel sad or despairing. He wants to reassure you all the time that everything will be alright and you don't need to be scared.
☘️Cries a lot in secret. Cries to his mother about it. Pol tries her best to support the both of you but its difficult watching her son have his heart ripped out. Difficult too watching you have yours ripped out.
☘️ Sometimes you wish you hadn't fallen in love because knowing what you're going to leave behind now makes the thought so much more painful. When you talk to Michael about it though he puts on his brave face and offers you all the reassurance in the world. Tells you you'll meet eachother again one day. Jokes he might not even be that far behind you. You hate it when he jokes like that though and he often does it just to wind you up, just to get you to play hit him and lighten your mood.
☘️ He'd organise the best private care for you, go with you to all your doctors appointments and try to keep as much of it under control as possible. He'd want you to try any cure they threw at you and there probably would be arguments about it if you didn't want to try something. In the end though he'd always put your wants above his own and listen to you.
☘️ Michaels quite a serious and sullen lad but he doesn't want you to feel serious or sullen so he often has to force himself out of his over thinking moods and into a more lighthearted one. All he wants to do is keep you smiling and hopeful.