#michael gray drabble

[novashelby]

No One Else-Michael Gray x Reader

Pairing: Michael Gray Warnings: Very light-light inferred smut...nothing at all explicit Word Count: 220 Prompt Inspiration Summary: Michael seeks out someone he loves and misses.

Thank you @lau219 for playing. I know it probably isn't who you were hoping for, but hoping you like it nonetheless.

Between everything, getting a moment with her was increasingly difficult. Michael waited for her outside her office job in the downtown area of London. When he heard her black heels click along the pavement, he pushed against the brick wall and followed up behind her. Unexpecting, she gasped as he reached out and grabbed her wrist. Ready to throw a punch at him, Michael jumped back and put his hands up. After a second of looking at one another, Michael hissed in a low whisper, “it’s me.” He moved them to the tight alley between her work and a pharmacy, gently placing her against the wall.

“Michael?”

Immediately, he moved in and placed a finger against her lips. Their foreheads touched. “I missed you,” he whispered, effortlessly, placing his forehead against hers. With no objection, she easily allowed his hand to move up her thigh and just gently caress along her panties. It’d been too long. Their lips hovered before he moved in, moving his lips gently against hers. His hand softly held her check as his tongue swiped along her bottom lip. “No one,” he said, breathlessly. “Not a fucking person can make me feel like you do. I’m bloody fuckin’ sick of having to stay away.”

She offered a smile, reaching slightly to meet his lips again.  “I don’t want anyone else…Tommy can fuck himself. I want you.”

[divinekangaroo]

either way you take the pill - pettiot - Peaky Blinders (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Between S4-E4 and S4-E5. A slice of Michael's thoughts during the night after he chooses not to warn Tommy of Luca and Polly's ambush.

Michael was a quick study: brother, son, accountant, obedient child. Only Michael never really knew what Tommy wanted him to be. At least he thinks he knows what's to be done to be a good son.

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Michael Gray & Tommy Shelby, Mentions of Mrs Johnson, Mr Johnson, Henry Johnson's Brother, Father Hughes | Resentment, Fear, Disassociation, The Lasting Legacy of Catholicism, Regret, Post-Rationalisation, Symbolism, Dysfunctional Family, Triple Drabble

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[espressheauxs]

5:45 A.M || michael robinavitch

summary : before the rest of the world is even awake, Robby likes to steal a few more minutes of sleep.

warnings: none. just a slow and sweet drabble

pairing : michael “robby” robinavitch x fem!reader

a/n : if I see you reposting, stealing, feeding my FICS into AI or some other fuck shit, don’t. 👀🫵🏽

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SOMETIME IN THE EARLY MORNING, when the sky is still in its inky blue-gray hues, Robby opens his eyes.

He looks over to the nightstand next to his bed and groans slightly as he awkwardly reaches for his phone to check the time.

He sees the time - 5:45 in the morning, and the alarm you asked him to set just below to go off at 6:15.

Robby blinks a few times, trying not to yawn too loudly as the phone awkwardly clatters back onto the side table after he turns the alarm off.

Just because he had to get up early doesn’t mean you had to. But you insisted because you wanted to make him breakfast before he left.

He looks over to you and smiles softly, a small huff escaping his lips. You’re still asleep, hair mussed and lips puffed out as you breathe softly.

The irony of you wanting to get up before him makes his chest rumble, you were not a morning person whatsoever.

He likes watching you like this, when you’re still somewhere between awake and asleep.

It makes his heart bloom with a warmth he hasn’t known in a long time – but with you, he feels safe to want everything with you.

Robby scoots closer into the middle of the bed. One of his arms sneaks underneath your side, while using the other free hand, big and warm in comparison to yours that always ran cold, to scoop you up into his embrace.

He pats the back of your thigh softly as his other arm holds you close to him, shushing into your ear softly.

Robby slings one of your legs softly over his waist, your foot from your leg that’s against his side tucked just under his leg to keep warm.

He knows he doesn’t have long before he has to get up and make coffee for the both of you, but he loves being like this more than anything.

Tucked in under the warmth of the comforter and your love, Robby moves to lie on his back so you’re more comfortable and he can keep himself wrapped around you. Like he wanted to protect you from the rest of the world. Like the only thing he knew for certain how to do was love you.

Your sleepy moan perforates the hushed silence, and Robby mumbles low in his throat with that syrupy slow morning drawl of his,

“Go back to sleep f’me, sweet’art.”

There’s only a hum from you, eyes still heavy and laden with sleep as your hand dances under his shirt, lightly scratching his side lovingly before tucking that too to keep warm.

Sleep comes back to Robby easily.

Yeah, the coffee can wait.

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© espressheauxs, 2025

[iqxatlantic]

" YOUR WHITE MUSTANG ! "

multi chara drabble :3

ft. michael kaiser (a) . alexis ness (a) . yoichi isagi (f) . meguru bachira (a) . reo mikage (a?) . nagi seishiro (a?) . itoshi rin (a) . itoshi sae . possibly ooc! characters . implied afab! reader . desperate! reader . jealous! reader (?) . open ending . isagi's lwk suggestive . aged-up charas . fluff (?) . angst (?) . ex! characters (?) . basically toxic men figuring they fricked up . not proof read . unreliable narrator .

michael kaiser who's had you trailing constantly like a dog. constant chasing, chasing and chasing. he knew you'd keep crawling back. and he was right. when he cut things off with you, you were still at his soccer games, etc etc. it kinda hurt him. after the match, he found you in front of him. muttering soft words, "mihya. one more chance. you're why i'm staying." (this can be seen as roles switched)

alexis ness who's the polar opposite role. he's crawling back to you and begging you to stay. he was still under the influence that you two were together, he can't understand why you left :c "[name]," the magician would sob at your feet. "i wan' you back! staay. please. please please." pleads (un) fortunately hasn't fell deaf to your ears.

yoichi isagi who's such a sweetie — he'd cuddle up with you. he's going insane with how your plush thighs are hugging him tightly! >v< oh and your arms too. "please don't get tired of me [name]," "please don't get tired of me, yoi-!" the both of you said in sync, giggling as you both melted into each other's embrace. :3

meguru bachira whos a big fat freaking sunshine. clingy as hell too — can't blame the boy he grew up different (and no friends yikes me too bachi) obviously, he can't leave you be! it was okay until it wasn't. why was he clinging onto someone else? jealous, you confronted him and he does it again. and again. over and over. you slowly lost hope in the both of you.

"megs, we're breaking up." you'd state. bachira felt his heart shatter. the one person he thought that wouldn't leave him actually left him. he took your trust, kindness and love for granted. "wait- [name]! wha- what'd i do wrong?! please don't leave, dont leave like everyone else! i can't be alone again!"

reo mikage is a man whom everyone loves. he's charismatic, gorgeous, wealthy and outgoing, who wouldn't love him? it was you who would eventually stop loving him. well, forcing yourself to stop love him. thing is — you really can't really move on if you truly loved the person. all it required was one glance at them and then, bam. all the memories flood back.

"oh. mikage," you'd mumble at his family's company was displayed on top billboard like it was a curse. speak of the devil, guess who's there. reo mikage. you were kind of surprised. 'f course he's with a hurdle of women and men again. something about his gaze was odd. he wasn't looking around you. he was looking directly at you.

"[name]!" reo would call out, a demanding yet soft call. you stare at his figure for a hot minute. realizing he was getting closer. you didn't know why you ran. or why you stayed. after all, his actions didn't hurt him. it hurt you.

nagi seishiro is quite a lazy man. no wonder why reo was so confuckled when he found out nagi was in a relationship. reo would constantly warn you, "don't get attached, he'll hurt you. as his best friend — i know." you didn't believe reo. i mean, c'mon! he was just a best friend (they lwk more than that imho but ykw shhh) nothing more, he'd never understand.

maybe you should've listened. tears rolling down your cheeks as you're cursing out the gray eyed man. "why get into a fucking relationship when you can't even maintain yourself?!" you yelled, inhaling sharply. at that moment — nagi seishiro for the first (not first bc reo but ykwim) time realized how damn neglectful he is.

"wait. [name]. you're not a hassle. i love you, i can try changing." nagi retorts back, sternly. "[name]. i love you." nagi repeated again, with a more desperate tone this time. so act like it. "seishiro.." you'd mumble. he lit up with joy. would he be dawned by a continuation of joy or would it be regret flooding through him?

itoshi rin, the man everyone fawns over. c'mon he's gorgeous, can't blame 'em. there was this one particular girl. you envied her. beauty, body, brains. yeah. it was a definitive loss. he would choose her.

oh! no. the itoshi chose you instead! huh... wonder why... turns out, that girl you envied? yeah. she was nowhere to be seen. slowly, you noticed, rin didn't have time for you. shit was so bad sae had to check up.

the moment you found out rin was cheating, at that point.. you didn't care. you knew there wasn't an ounce of love for you. it was just rin projecting the things he would do with that girl. it didn't hurt as much when you confronted him. you knew what was going on anways.

rin however, began to slowly comprehend you were the one he was longing for. too bad too sad, he practically missed his chance to redeem himself. "wait, wait! [name]!" he desperately begged. "wait, please. i love you. it's you i want. relationships are a waste of time but you aren't! i wanna be with you forever!" huh. strange words coming out the itoshi's mouth.

you stared at him. on his knees. gripping onto your arm at a rather painful grip. fuck, your skin was going pale. "[name], i don't care what i lose. i jus' don't wanna lose you!" rin sobbed, voice quivering. continuing to look down at him, you opened your mouth to reply.

itoshi sae. the prodigy. adored for how much of a genius he is. skills. yeah check. beauty? check. he had no business for a relationship — obviously, you'd be seen as a second priority. cute how you even think you are a priority. the moment you couldn't deal with the neglect (heh neglect like u got when u were a kid? me too bae x) you tried to break things off with him.

problem was, he wouldn't let you (well he has to at one point but let the plot flow.) "sae. i'm clearly not a priority, so let me go. it can't be that hard," you'd slip out. yeah. pure venom. you weren't even trying to be mean!

suddenly the prodigy was in your position, sobbing, begging, whimpering for you to give him a second chance or for him to stay. that's funny.

— ©iqxatlantic / isaisliterallyhim, 2025

tags ! : @kyvkc, @narcjsistx (MAYA COMEG ET UR MAN REO HE'S WEIRD T_T), @twijaxx ♡ (holy moly! ness and nagi?!?!), @kxsagi (COME GET UR MAN ISAGI YEAHHH)

a/n: hi. i'm back huzzah!! unfortunately had to give less to kaiser bc that fine specimen of a man takes up half my posts. i got like 10k drafts abt him i hate his bitchass 🖕🖕 he pisses me off frfr (no he doesnt he's deadass my comfort character im losing my shit) r we even surprised this isnt proofread i swear ill be more active one day </3 rin was hardass projectijg holy😭 tried to do lana's white mustang song analysis.. im in desperate need of a whole DETOX. ;-; everything is actually ugh... i can't even #blamingitonaman😝😝😝 jokes i take responsibilities...or is it accountability?? idk at least i didn't play someone ugh pmo pmo pmo anyways notice how isagis only the healthy one here lowkey yeah bc my boy is healthy (jokes i actually barely had any angst for this guy bruh) like ugh i swear ill slide in some angst abt this man one day anyways take care babes x don't waste time on situationships they mean jackSHIT

[followsfrankiep]

Tom Hardy Imagines

ONE SHOTS:

Home Alone (Christmas Special) 🎄

Your prized actor boyfriend, Tom Hardy, can't make it home in time for Christmas.

Again? (Drabble)

You try to break up with your actor boyfriend because of his busy schedule.

Candied Prayers (Johnny Davis x Reader) smut

Summary: Johnny Davis is struggling to make amends with the complications of his marriage. While abiding his wife's wishes, finds himself drawn to you, his kids' Catholic pre school teacher.

Tomorrow Night, Same Time (John Fitzgerald x Reader) smut, angst

Summary: John Fitzgerald believed everything came with a price. He was a practical man with money to spend, and you were unfortunate enough to be needing his help.

SERIES:

Haunted (Alfie Solomons x Reader)

TW: Smut, Explicit Language, Age gap, crimes.

Summary: Isobel Russo, known to most as Izzy, mastered the art of using her beauty and charm to exploit wealthy men. She managed to captivate Michael Gray, seeing him as the key to the ultimate heist to Shelby Company Limited in Birmingham. Immersed in a world of wealth, gang wars, and crime, her carefully laid plans unraveled when Alfie Solomons uncovered her true intentions. Striking a deal with her, she found herself sinking deeper into his world where the fine line between feelings and loyalties are blurred.

Chapter 2 - Small Heath

Chapter 3 - Camden

Chapter 4 - A Long Night (smut)

Chapter 5 - Loose Grip (smut)

Chapter 6 - Dealer's Play

Chapter 7 - Submission

Chapter 8 - Gods & Debts (smut)

Don't Worry About Her (Eddie Brock x Reader)

Summary: They always say, when a guy tells you not to worry about his girl best friend, you probably should. Izzy's wild and free-spirited nature has always contrasted with her best friend Eddie's quest for stability. Now that Eddie is engaged, he never expected Izzy to complicate things for both of them.

Part 1 - Under the table (smut)

Part 2 - Her Emergency Contact (smut)

Part 3 - Thankful Puppy Dog (smut)

Part 4 - Expiration Date (smut)

Part 5 - Detour (smut)

Part 6 - Burn Victim (smut)

Part 7 - Parental Figures

Part 8 - Line Graph (smut)

Part 9 - Grilling Knightmares (smut)

Part 10 - COMING SOON

Your Friend, Izzy (Eddie Brock x Reader / OFC)

Don't Worry About Her Prequel coming soon

[runnning-outof-time]

K’s Reading List — JANUARY

Hey there! Thanks for stumbling upon this reading list! I figured that as a way to support the lovely writers within this fandom that I’d compile a reading list of all of the stories I read over each month.

January was a wonderful month filled with incredible stories. Below is the list of stories that I read. I hope you will find some that you like as well!

As always, please make sure you heed to the warnings on each fic!!

@lau219

Enemies with Benefits - Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader (on-going series) — parts contain 🔞 NSFW themes!

@novashelby

Keep Still - Michael Gray x Reader — contains 🔞 NSFW themes

Drabble Challenge Drabbles - Various PB Characters x Reader — some contain 🔞 NSFW themes!

@reiwanwan

To My Sweetheart, Happy Holidays - John Shelby x Reader

@zablife

When They Leave Brusies - Peaky Blinders Headcanons — contains 🔞 NSFW themes!

Good Company - Carmen Berzatto x Reader — from the series The Bear

@peakywitch

It’s Just the Way It Is - Tommy Shelby x Reader blurb

@bellaireland1981

Deployment - Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Reader — from the movie Top Gun: Maverick

[sunflowersandsapphires]

Fall Drabbles, Day 9

prompt: cold air in the morning

pairing: Michael Kinsella x fem!Reader

summary: After dealing with his family for far too long, Michael is happy to let you care for him.

warnings: Swearing, fluff

a/n: AHHHH this is my first time writing for Mikey so please let me know what you think! This piece is dedicated to @chvoswxtch, my Kin watch buddy! And a huge thank you to @bellaxgiornata for the advice on writing his accent!

w/c: <1k

Trudging up the street in the dim light, Michael grit his teeth against the weariness growing with each step–exhaustion sitting atop his shoulders like a barbell, slowly driving him into the pavement. A stiff breeze battered his cheeks, irritating his already gritty eyes, but he ignored it. He was no stranger to the numbing cold, and its unmatched ability to clear his head of racing thoughts, but he didn’t welcome it today. Rather than anchoring him, it rubbed at his nerves uncomfortably, leaving an almost acidic sting in its wake. 

His breaths were measured, but the tension in his lungs loosened marginally when the familiar structure finally appeared on the horizon. Willing his aching body to move faster, he focused on the dull red of his front door, a shining beacon in the dreary gray morning that promised rest and safety. He was running on fumes, his brain unable to process more than the stench of petrichor in the air and the burning in his lungs. 

Though it couldn’t have been more than a five minute trek, the walk felt like an eternity. Fitting the key into the lock sapped all of his remaining strength and he slumped backwards against the door, shutting it more forcefully than intended. Stifling a grimace at the noise, he swallowed hard as he plodded over to the dining room table and collapsed into a chair–his body folding in on itself until he could hold his pounding head between his palms. Every contraction of his heart sent another pound of pressure to his skull, slowly expanding like a balloon about to pop. He was tired and frustrated and hungry and alone and it was all quickly becoming too much. 

A creaking floorboard above him startled him out of his stupor. Tensing his legs to dart for his gun, which he’d stupidly left by the door, your voice called down the stairs. “Mikey?”

The question was soft, barely loud enough for him to hear downstairs, and your voice was raspy with sleep–but it sent a current of warmth through his senseless limbs. “Ya, pet. It’s me.” His own voice was hoarse after his restless days spent screaming about the family business.

Padding down the stairs, you smiled when you saw him, dashing right into his open arms and giggling drowsily as he pulled you into his lap. You pressed your lips to his, sending a jolt of energy through him like an exposed wire. He couldn’t fathom why you looked so happy to kiss his noticeably chapped lips, but your sweet smile was melting the icy shell of prolonged displeasure around his gut. “I’m sorry to wake ya. What’re ya doin’ here, love?” 

You shrugged, eyes flitting over the myriad of cuts on his face as one of your hands carded through his hair, tenderly untangling the strands. “My place was too quiet so I came here. Did you want me to leave?” 

Michael’s hands instinctively clenched, tightening their grip on your waist. “Fuck no.” 

Chuckling, you leaned your forehead against his. “How was it?” 

“Grand.” He scoffed, averting his eyes as you stroked a thumb over his beard. “Tirin’.” 

You hummed, plush lips tilting into a frown. “I’m sorry, love. Did you sleep at all?” 

“A bit. Not enough.” Your free hand slipped under the hem of his shirt, icy fingers drawing circles on his stomach. “Christ, yer so cold, pet.” He laughed as you wriggled your other hand up his bare skin as well. 

“Come back to bed with me? It’s chilly without you.” Wrapping your arms around him, you nuzzled a kiss against his prickly jawline. 

Nodding sluggishly, he gladly let you tug him out of the chair and up the stairs—more than willing to sleep the day away with you.

[castieltrash1]

since yall seem to love the sleepovers, i present to u all... friday the 13th sleepover weekend >:3 normal guidelines apply! feel free to send in drabble prompts, rambles/thoughts, fmks, etc. for any horror characters!

all characters are allowed but the only ones i'll be WRITING for will be:

scream; billy, stu, randy, sidney, dewey, tatum, mickey, charlie final destination; alex, tod, ian, erin, carter, kevin house of wax; bo, vincent, lester, nick the lost boys; david, paul, marko, dwayne, michael saw; amanda, matt, schenk cabin in the woods; marty, curt, holden ahs; tate, kit, kyle, jimmy, james misc; daniel le domas, brahms heelshire, jason dean, david mccall, rex (my little eye,) sam (ginger snaps,) joel (smile,) colin gray, george + papillion (as above so below,) emmett dewitt, mike milch, the man (hush,) pelle, joe goldberg, the grabber, specs, ed warren, jackson rippner (red eye)

+ i can assure you all that the previous requests from the gosling sleepover will be finished soon! i just wanted to do a halloween themed weekend before the szn ends 👻

REQUESTS OPEN 10/13-10/15

[ao3feed-harleyquinn]

DC Yuritober Drabbles Days 1-10

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/JdzGgeR by sadifura An assortment of DC Yuri Drabbles for DC Yuritober, since...I doubt my confidence in drawing said ships (especially Taelyr...I can't do Jess Taylor's art justice!!). None of these characters belong to me. Taelyr Ilextrix-spiir Biarxiiai/Taylor Barzelay as well as Kat Silverberg belong to Jadzia Axelrod and Jess Taelyr, Barbara Gordon's portrayal as Oracle as well as my portrayal of Dinah Lance belongs to Gail Simone, my Bruce/Bea Wayne portrayal, although somewhat mine, belongs to Paul Dini, Alan Burnett, Martin Pasko, and Michael Reeves, as is my portrayal of Andrea Beaumont, my portrayal of Mandy Anders belongs to Mariko Tamaki, my portrayals of Cassandra Cain and Stephanie Brown are pretty much cobbled together from their best portrayals (I hope), my portrayals of Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy are a mix of Paul Dini incarnations and some others, my portrayal of Catwoman is a mix of Paul Dini and Michael J. Stern, my portrayal of Bibi and Jestah are Michael J. Stern compliant, and my portrayal of Karen Starr is consistent with Amanda Conner, Justin Gray, and Jimmy Palmiotti's version. Words: 534, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 1 of DC Yuritober Drabble Collection Fandoms: DC Extended Universe, Galaxy: The Prettiest Star - Jadzia Axelrod & Jess Taylor (Graphic Novel), Birds of Prey (Comics), Harley Quinn (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), Batwheels (Cartoon), I Am Not Starfire (Graphic Novel), Power Girl (Comics) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F Characters: Taelyr Ilextrix-spiir Biarxiiai, Taylor Barzelay, Katherine Silverberg, Barbara Gordon, Dinah Lance, Helena Wayne, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Bruce Wayne, Andrea Beaumont, Mandy Anders, Harleen Quinzel, Pamela Isley, Selina Kyle, Bibi (Batwheels), Jestah (Batwheels), Karen Starr | Kara Zor-L Relationships: Taelyr Ilextrix-spiir Biarxiiai/Kat Silverberg, Taylor Barzelay/Katherine Silverberg, Barbara Gordon/Dinah Lance, Andrea Beaumont/Bruce Wayne, Stephanie Brown/Cassandra Cain, Mandy Anders/Taelyr Ilextrix-spiir Biarxiiai, Mandy Anders/Taylor Barzelay, Pamela Isley/Selina Kyle/Harleen Quinzel, Bibi/Jestah (Batwheels), Kara Zor-El | Karen Starr | Power Girl/Harleen Quinzel/Harley Quinn Additional Tags: Trans Female Character, Trans Bruce Wayne, Trans Female Bruce Wayne/Bea Wayne, Nonhuman Characters, Alien/Human Relationships, Disabled Character, Canon Disabled Character, Drabbles, Drabble Collection, DC Yuritober, Femslash, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Character Study, Polyamory, Established Relationship, maybe requited love read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/JdzGgeR

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

DC Yuritober Drabbles Days 1-10

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/wv82ygB by sadifura An assortment of DC Yuri Drabbles for DC Yuritober, since...I doubt my confidence in drawing said ships (especially Taelyr...I can't do Jess Taylor's art justice!!). None of these characters belong to me. Taelyr Ilextrix-spiir Biarxiiai/Taylor Barzelay as well as Kat Silverberg belong to Jadzia Axelrod and Jess Taelyr, Barbara Gordon's portrayal as Oracle as well as my portrayal of Dinah Lance belongs to Gail Simone, my Bruce/Bea Wayne portrayal, although somewhat mine, belongs to Paul Dini, Alan Burnett, Martin Pasko, and Michael Reeves, as is my portrayal of Andrea Beaumont, my portrayal of Mandy Anders belongs to Mariko Tamaki, my portrayals of Cassandra Cain and Stephanie Brown are pretty much cobbled together from their best portrayals (I hope), my portrayals of Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy are a mix of Paul Dini incarnations and some others, my portrayal of Catwoman is a mix of Paul Dini and Michael J. Stern, my portrayal of Bibi and Jestah are Michael J. Stern compliant, and my portrayal of Karen Starr is consistent with Amanda Conner, Justin Gray, and Jimmy Palmiotti's version. Words: 534, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 1 of DC Yuritober Drabble Collection Fandoms: DC Extended Universe, Galaxy: The Prettiest Star - Jadzia Axelrod & Jess Taylor (Graphic Novel), Birds of Prey (Comics), Harley Quinn (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), Batwheels (Cartoon), I Am Not Starfire (Graphic Novel), Power Girl (Comics) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F Characters: Taelyr Ilextrix-spiir Biarxiiai, Taylor Barzelay, Katherine Silverberg, Barbara Gordon, Dinah Lance, Helena Wayne, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Bruce Wayne, Andrea Beaumont, Mandy Anders, Harleen Quinzel, Pamela Isley, Selina Kyle, Bibi (Batwheels), Jestah (Batwheels), Karen Starr | Kara Zor-L Relationships: Taelyr Ilextrix-spiir Biarxiiai/Kat Silverberg, Taylor Barzelay/Katherine Silverberg, Barbara Gordon/Dinah Lance, Andrea Beaumont/Bruce Wayne, Stephanie Brown/Cassandra Cain, Mandy Anders/Taelyr Ilextrix-spiir Biarxiiai, Mandy Anders/Taylor Barzelay, Pamela Isley/Selina Kyle/Harleen Quinzel, Bibi/Jestah (Batwheels), Kara Zor-El | Karen Starr | Power Girl/Harleen Quinzel/Harley Quinn Additional Tags: Trans Female Character, Trans Bruce Wayne, Trans Female Bruce Wayne/Bea Wayne, Nonhuman Characters, Alien/Human Relationships, Disabled Character, Canon Disabled Character, Drabbles, Drabble Collection, DC Yuritober, Femslash, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Character Study, Polyamory, Established Relationship, maybe requited love read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/wv82ygB

[novashelby]

"Annoyed"-Michael Gray x Reader Drabble

Pairing: Michael Gray x Reader Warnings: None-language? Mention of Cock? Word Count: 220 Prompt Inspiration Summary: Michael teases his annoyed girlfriend. Thank you @wonderlanddreamer for playing. This is kind of a silly one, not my favorite, honestly. But hopefully you will like it.

You can be mad at me,” he said, sitting up and resting against the headboard with a cigarette between his fingers. She, on the other hand, was sunk in the bed with the blanket over her. Turned and stubborn, she closed her eyes. If he was going to be an arse, she was going to be a bitch. If he wanted games, she was going to bring the games. “But I said the truth.” Michael inhaled a deep breath of smoke and knocked the ashes into the tray. Out came beautiful ringlets as he matched her position. His arm hung over her and he grinned to himself. 

She sighed, looking slightly up. “But you didn’t have to say it-”

“But sometimes you’re stubborn. I said for you to be ready by eight. I reminded you I needed you ready by eight.”

She rolled her eyes and shifted away the best she could. “Fuck off.”

“You’re in my bed,” he teased, laying a leg over her and kissing her cheek. She whined, trying to brush him off, but he stubbornly continued. “Tell me,” he snorted, biting at her earlobe. “How do you always end up under my sheets when you are mad at me, hm?” 

She rolled her eyes and turned to look at him. “Because despite your annoying nagging, your cock is impressive and you look good.”

[myriadimagines]

Hi there! ok so i will call myself 🍎 anon, can i also get a ship drabble for Peaky Blinders with prompt 60? She/her pronouns and would like to be shipped with a male. I have dark hair, dark eyes and i'm an ISTP, Ravenclaw/Hufflepuff. I'm really introverted and doesn't open up easily, i like having a lot of alone-time, but that doesn't mean i don't enjoy other people's company though. I'm a hopeless romantic and perfectionist, some people views me as an intelligent. I guess that's all, thank you

Characters: Reader x Michael Gray

Warnings: alcohol

Prompt: 60. “Why does everyone think we’re dating?”

Word Count: 497

A/N: i debated between alfie and michael but here we are. hope u like it!!

NOT TAKING ANYMORE REQUESTS!

Michael practically had to beg you to come with him to Tommy and Grace’s wedding. Although Michael was your best friend, the first friend Michael made when moving to Small Heath, a giant party truly wasn’t up your alley. Nonetheless, after some bargaining on Michael’s part, you reluctantly got dressed in the fanciest clothes you owned, plastered on a smile, and attended the wedding. 

You nervously linger at Michael’s side, sipping at a drink he had given to you at the beginning of the night as the two of you make your way through the crowd. The both of you look up as you see John approaching, and he throws his hands up in the air, grinning at the both of you as he remarks, “Come on, lighten up. The two of you look miserable.” 

“I just want to go home.” you sigh, and Michael can’t help but snort. 

“Have another drink, love, it’ll help.” John laughs, and you roll your eyes at John’s suggestion. He leans over to nudge his elbow into Michael’s side, before he continues, “Well, I came by to thank the two of you for winning me a bet. Polly didn’t think Michael would have the balls to ask you to be his date tonight.”

You burst out laughing, much to John’s confusion, and your laughter dies down as you realise Michael isn’t correcting his cousin. Your eyebrows furrow, and you look between the two, before stammering, “Hang on, are you being serious? Wait, I’m not Michael’s date — why does everyone think we’re dating?”

“What, are you telling me you’re not?” John stares at you, and Michael’s face immediately flushes red, too flustered to try and say anything. Teasingly, John reaches over to give Michael a shove, before continuing, “I thought Michael finally made a move after crushing on you for so long.”

Your eyes widen as John grins, quickly making his exit to give the two of you some privacy. Michael glares at John’s retreating back, before slowly turning to look at you, and you slowly ask, “Is... is that true? The part where John said you, um, had a crush on me?”

“How would you react if I said yes?” Michael asks, and he studies your expression, the shock on your face morphing into a shy smile. His heart skips a beat, and relief floods through his chest as you take a step towards him.

“Then I’d say, I wished you asked me out on a proper date, Mr. Gray.” you tease, adjusting Michael’s tie. He laughs, placing his hand over yours, using every ounce of self control not to kiss you right here and now. 

“I’ll take you out on a proper date.” Michael tells you. He gives your hand a squeeze, “Promise.”

You beam at him as he offers you his arm, and you loop your arm through his as you make your way back to the wedding celebrations, both of you with brightest smiles in the universe.

[murswrites]

Another’s Hands ⎯ Thomas Shelby Blurb

Pairings: Thomas Shelby x Reader, Michael Gray x Reader Fandom: Peaky Blinders MASTERLIST Warnings: Cursing, Tom being jealous! Request from anon: Tommy prompt with 2 & 16 where he’s jealous of Michael trying it with his girlfriend or the other way round

2. “He’s driving me crazy.” 

16. “Another’s hands on her/his/their skin!”

A/N This turned out to be worse than what I was hoping for, but I hope you enjoy Tom being a jealous little bitch cause who doesn’t like jealous Tom??? (hint: michael gray)

You laughed as Michael wrapped his arm around your shoulder, “And then, I, I told Siah’ to shut the fuck up before we got kicked out and he shouted some shite about us bein’ Peaky Boys.”

Isiah Jesus cut Michael off, “And then Michael was getting his arse beat by some old man before I saved him!” He slammed his glass on the table and you shook your head at them.

Michael practically jumped up, removing his arm from your shoulders, “Oi! That’s not how it happened!” He and Isiah began arguing across the table. You didn’t see Tom enter and leave the Garrison abruptly.

—

“He’s driving me crazy.” He sighed loudly, running his hand down his face. It was something Tom did often, usually when he was stressed or annoyed. Arthur folded the corner of the paper he was reading to look at Tom with raised eyebrows. “Fuckin’ Michael, I swear, that kid knows no boundaries…” Another sigh before Thomas lit a cigarette.

Arthur laughed at his brother, “Oh, I see what this is about… him puttin’ his arm on their shoulder at the Garrison, eh?” Although his tone was teasing, Arthur knew how territorial Tom could be. His brother paced the room, before he paused, then Tom promptly left the room in a hurry.

—

The door swung open and the public grew silent, the booth where you, Isiah, and Michael sat was loud with laughter. As much as Tom wanted to admire your smile, he was fuming. After thinking over what he could do to get Michael to stop with his over friendliness, Thomas settled on threatening him.

Family or not, nobody touches his “property”. 

Isiah smiled up at Tom before seeing the rage painted plainly on Tom’s face. Thomas ignored your greeting and just grabbed the slightly buzzed Michael by his suit jacket, pulling him up so they could see eye to eye. “Quit fuckin’ touching, Y/N or I’ll cut off your hands.” His teeth were clenched as he spoke through them. 

 Your cheeks burned in embarrassment, how dare Tom come in and ruin your night?! “Knock it off Tommy!” You pleaded and Tom released Michael with a light shove, forcing the young man to sit in the booth once more. 

Tom’s eyes were blazing, “The fuck is your problem?” Michael questioned as if Thomas didn’t just tell Michael. You could see the blood rushing to Tom’s face, he was getting angrier by the second.

He stuck his finger in Michael’s face while you and Isiah just sat and watched this interaction, ready for a brawl. Although, to be fair, the odds were in Tom’s favor… he’s a war veteran after all.  “If I see another’s hands on their skin! Including yours, cousin, I will fucking kill you all.” Everyone in the Garrison heard the warning, “Am I clear?” Tom’s voice was commanding.

When Michael didn’t answer, Tom leaned in close and asked once more. Michael’s jaw tensed before he nodded, “Fucking crystal clear.” He spat the words out like old milk.

[anotherimaginescollection]

Hi, can I request #14 with Michael Gray from peaky blinders? Thank you in advance x

Michael knew that (Y/n) wasn’t a massive fan of the galas, of the showiness that came with the Shelby family name. He knew that they only agreed to come to this specific one because it was possible to pretend that half of the money wasn’t coming from the illegitimate side of business. After all, who would look twice at a charity gala?

He fiddled with his tie. Still, he was concerned that they might get dragged into everything that he was trying to keep them out of. One night. One night where he just got to spend some time with them, without worry about all the things that came with connections to his family. That was really all that he asked.

‘Well?’

(Y/n)’s voice pulled his attention away from his own attire and towards them. For one of the first times in his life, Michael was utterly speechless. They had never looked so beautiful, but Michael had no idea how to tell them.

They let out a soft chuckle. ‘Is it really that bad?’ they asked, descending the stairs. The whole time their eyes were on Michael, the hint of a smirk on their lips.

Michael shook his head slightly, felt a smile slipping onto his own lips.

‘Now this is a sight I didn’t think I’d see. The great Michael Gray, speechless.’

That kickstarted something in Michael once more. ‘You look wonderful,’ he said, before offering out his arm.

He spotted the blush colouring their cheeks and felt his own heart rate quicken. ‘Thank you,’ they murmured as they looped their arm through his.

In that moment, Michael made a decision: no matter what, the two of them were going to go away. They were going to get out of Birmingham for at least a weekend so it could be the two of them, spending time with each other just being them. Without everything else that they had to think about underpinning everything.

[sunflowersandsapphires]

🌼 Do you have a playlist that you listen to when you're writing When Skies Are Gray? If so what are some of the songs on it? 🌼

(hopefully this classifies as a daisy!)

I do! I have playlists for most of my WIPs but the ADHD often gets the better of me and I forget to finish them, so they’re usually incredibly short. BUT I do have one and some of the songs on it include: Please Don’t Say You Love Me by Gabrielle Alpin, Favorite Place by Humbear (which I wrote a whole drabble based on. It’s such a Frank song), and You Don’t Know Me by Michael Buble because I can picture them slow dancing to it. Do you have any songs that you think fit the story?

[hughiecampbelle]

Hindsight (Michael Gray Drabble)

Character/s: Michael

Word Count: 763

Requested: @myriadimagines

Word Prompt/s: Fever

Tag List: @dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt

A/N: Sam!!!! I loved your request!!! I was gonna make this fluffy and cute, but as soon as I started writing it kinda went in a different direction and there was no stopping it :) I'm so sorry for the wait!!! Writers block kicked my butt recently, but I'm slowly getting out of it! I hope you like it and that it was worth the wait!!! Ilysm!!!! Look after yourself!!!! Feedback is always appreciated 💜

~ FIC MASTERLIST PART ONE. / PART TWO. ~

It was only supposed to be a fever.

Your skin burned against his, flushed, on fire. The room was cold, the window left open, the wind blowing the curtains in the early morning, shielding you from the sun, but you'd never felt warmer. Smile weakly, brushing your hands through his hair. Worry embedded itself in the lines of his face, the wrinkles in his forehead when he furrowed his brows like it did when he was thinking a little too deeply, losing himself inside his own head. Your arms around his neck, not wanting him to leave, slip away from the bed, the ease of the morning, for work, for guns, for life and death. You were you. Shy eyes following the lines of his body, soft words urging him to dress before it was too late, earning him an earful from the family. It was all routine. He didn't want to leave, though. He didn't want to leave you like this. Just looking at the state of you invoked fear in him. Your skin was flushed, eyes tired, sweat beading on your forehead, your hairline. Your body was baking.

A fever, that was all, you insisted. Even his mother agreed. No need for a doctor, not for q little thing like this. She promised to be over, check up on you every few hours, but you refused, not wanting to bother her. You weren't a helpless child, too ill to draw your own bath, too weak to get your own glass of water or cup of tea. You're an adult, one who can manage the care of themselves while Michael went off to work. Take a sick day, a day for rest, and you'd be back tomorrow. Polly knew how stubborn you were. It was easier letting you have your way. If she could visit, she'd call, check in. A good enough compromise for the three of you. He left glasses on the bedside table, breakfast at the edge of the bed, kissing your cheek despite the bug, promising it would only be a few hours, then he'd be home. He wasn't just telling you, but himself, too. Reassuring. If neither you nor his mother were worried, then he shouldn't either. He told himself that over and over again, his mind occupied all day, distracted. A few hours. That was all. Pol called as she promised, informing her son you were just fine every few hours until the day ended.

When he came home, you were fast asleep. The glasses empty, the tray clean, your sheets smelling of soap. You even looked a little healthier. He could rest easy knowing you'd be better tomorrow. But you weren't. You were even hotter, if that was even possible. Practically boiling. Two steps forwars, one step back. Things got worse before they got better, right? You'd be all better tomorrow, you said, not wanting him to waste a day to watch you lay in bed and sleep. Glasses, a tray, a kiss on the cheek, another call out of work. He didn't want this to become standard. He was close to calling a doctor, but you stopped him. They had much more important cases than a high temperature.

So he didn't, but he wished he had.

With every passing hour, you were getting worse. You could feel it. You couldn't eat, or drink, or stop shaking. The fever was supposed to break, but it didn't seem to be going away anytime soon. When he came home you were shivering in your sleep, wearing the same pajamas from the night before, soaked in sweat. You hadn't moved all day. You hadn't been able to, but he didn't know that. He barely slept that night, too scared, watching over you instead. You were you yesterday. That smile, the worry that he'd be late, how comforting you were even when he should have been the shoulder to cry on. You were always there to catch him when he fell too fast, too deep in his own stress. He had to check if you were breathing the next morning, after dozing off for what felt like seconds, barely a blink, your breathing so shallow. You didn't wake up. Not on your own, not when he tried. Wrapped in a blanket, he carried you to the car, your body burning alive, limp in his arms.

He cursed himself in the waiting room of the hospital. He should have called a doctor, he should have brought you in sooner, but he didn't, because it was only supposed to be a fever.