#solisrambles

pairing: john shelby x genderneutral!reader

a/n: quick john drabble as a part of the "sleepy" series of fics I'm completing for each character. no triggers/warnings

calm. today you had convinced finn to spend the day looking after his nieces and nephews, and funnily enough, he had agreed.

somehow, he had managed to charm the children into sleeping at their bedtime, and seeing as he was currently making himself busy, cleaning up the whirlwind of destruction left behind by the children, you and john had stolen away upstairs.

you couldn't remember the last time the two of you had such a quiet moment together, laying in each other's arms, silently appreciating the comfort given by the other.

soft, comforting: your fingers wound through john's hair, smiling as you realised his hair was growing out long again. small murmurs of happiness left his throat as you scratched at his scalp, comforting him as you so often did with the children. encased in a bliss he hadn't felt in a while, his eyes closed and he relished in the calm of your touch.

"well I reckon we should invite finn round more often. never seen them little buggers behave so well before... what do you say love?" he smirked, craning his neck to look you in the eyes.

"as much as I would love that, I'm not sure finn would," you replied, reaching down to press a kiss against his forehead, seeing as his lips were just too far away.

this was a catalyst for his next movement, prompting him to and push himself further up the bed until he was hovering above you, grinning in a way that brought butterflies to your chest. no matter how familiar it was to you, it would always make you giddy with anticipation.

your hands travelled to clasp around his neck, effectively pulling him closer to you, until his bare chest rested against yours.

"who says he's got a choice?"

pairing: thomas shelby x femme/menstruating!reader

requested: yes! by @cherryslushyy

"I was wondering if you can do a Tommy imagine where the reader is on her period/ possibly leaks. She’s super embarrassed but Tommy is super sweet about it. Thanks!!"

a/n: I say this all the time, but I love this request! I might even make a series out of it, if I'm honest, what would you guys say? hope you enjoy!

warnings: menstruation, panic, not much else

tag list: @shutter-bug124

soft, unfiltered and peaceful: you lived for moments like this. thomas's arms wrapped around you, his fingers playing with the thin straps of your nightdress, as you kept your eyes closed, hoping that if you stayed still for long enough, he would remain there with you forever. the king of birmingham rarely had free time, and though you were aware he liked it that way, a part of you wished you could spend more time with him, and mornings like these were about as common as a blue moon, so you cherished each one you were spared.

"I know you're awake," he started, his deep voice raspy from the long sleep you had forced him to take.

quietly, you shushed him, reaching out your hand to find his amongst the maze of sheets draped over your skin. there wasn't even any space between you, bar the thin material of your dress, but you wanted him infinitely closer.

see, the quieter you stayed, the more peaceful you became, and the more you felt the need to give in, and force thomas to spend the day with you. however, charlie was waking up, so there was no chance of a full lie-in, something that garnered a deep sigh from you and tommy.

deciding that you'd take charlie for thomas and give him a chance to wake up, you shifted in your place, but immediately, your heart dropped.

in the middle of the pristine, cream sheets, where you had been lying, you felt the dampness and when you stood up, praying to every deity possible, the brownish-red caught your attention immediately.

"shit," you whispered, trying to hide it with the sheets, but as you bent over to do so, you felt the nightdress stick to your legs.

on top of all the emotions you were already feeling, and the embarrassment of the stain on the bed, the fear of it showing on the beautiful nightdress thomas had bought for you was enough to reduce you to tears, and you flew to the adjacent bathroom, to hide your face.

"what's wrong love?" thomas was surprised by your sudden movements, to say the least, and hearing you attempting to stifle sobs in the bathroom had him on his feet immediately.

you knew he was behind the door, and you wanted to be strong enough to go back out and tell him what happened and move on, but you were so mortified, you had begun considering moving away and changing your name.

though he fully respected your boundaries, thomas wanted to force the door open, and help you, as his overactive brain feared the worse, but instead, he knocked softly on the door, and used his calmest voice, as if approaching a wild animal.

"sweetheart, do you mind if I come in?"

this was the one question you were partly dreading and partly relieved to hear.

"okay, just please don't be mad at me?"

you implored, your voice quieter and a little weaker than usual, a change that made something in thomas want to protect you from everything bad in the world, even more so than usual.

"never," he promised, smiling when you opened the door, and immediately dropping to his knees in front of the toilet where you sat, with wet eyes and a flushed face.

anxiety could practically be smelt on the air in the pristine bathroom, and the sight of you in tears pulverized thomas's heart, but before he even had the chance to ask you what was wrong, you took a deep breath and began, still struggling with tears.

"I started my monthly tommy, and I wasn't expecting it, and I just went to get up, and there's a stain on the bed, and I was scared I had ruined my new nightdress, and I'm just so angry and upset with myself. I'm so sorry tommy I didn't mean to-" panicked, your speech overflowed, watery words choking you, not letting you stop to catch your breath.

again, reminding you of just how soft he could be, thomas took his hands and used them to frame your face, slowly whiping away the tears that fell.

"come on sweetheart, I don't mind. I'll have mary clean the sheets and the nightdress for you, and you can borrow one of my shirts, and we'll go to one of the spare rooms and stay there. charlie can stay with one of the maids, and I'll have some hot tea brought up. I tell you what, I will stay with you as long as you want, and we can cuddle all day. does that sound okay?" he questioned, kissing the top of your head when you nodded slowly, too overwhelmed to say anything.

with that, he said his arms around you, and picked you up bridal style, despite your many protests, "y/n, it's blood, I've had it worse."

after carrying you to one of the spare rooms not too far away, and placing you gently on the bed, he allowed you to undress, then handed you the softest of his shirts.

once he was finished resolving the mess, he returned to you and found his way back into your arms, where you held him, just glad to be in his presence.

"thank you tommy," you smiled in between slow kisses, savouring the relaxed, familiar feeling of his skin against yours.

pairing: michael gray x female!reader

requested? yes, by @dank-sinatra22

"Firstly, I just wanted to say that I love the way you write, and I loved "Exhaustion" so much. I just wanted to ask you if I can get something fluffy or angsty for Michael, pretty please? Maybe the classic jealousy trope? Haven't seen that one for Michael ever :/ <3"

warnings: typical peaky stuff, arguing and some kissing, mostly pg

a/n: I am so sorry if this isn't what you wanted or expected, and I hope I did your request justice, and thanks for requesting! if any of you ever want to request something, please do!

the black velvet dress you wore was something every woman had discussed, and every man's head had turned to see : to say you were dressed up would be an understatement. celebrating thomas's engagement was a perfect opportunity for you to wear one of the expensive dresses michael was constantly insisting on buying for you. in the dazed starlight on the way to thomas's, michael had been unable to keep his hands off you, only held back by you complaining that finn and isaiah definitely didn't want to see that, even if they were sat behind, in the back of the car, and even if it was nearly fully dark. (to this michael scoffed and isaiah tried to crack a joke, that went down like a lead balloon)

but now, with swirling smoke and low lighting, michael was nowhere to be seen. immediately, he had been whisked away by his cousins, only metres away from you at times, but really, his mind was miles away. no matter how many times you tried to convince him to dance with you, he refused, claiming he was engaged in important business. obviously, you had resorted to the next best, michael's best friend. you knew it would make him jealous, but whether it was because of the tainted air, or the liquor on your lips, you wanted that.

delicately, as if you were a doll he didn't want to break, isaiah tipped you back, and you caught michael staring at you. brilliant.

michael just noticed the way your eyes shone with glitter in them as you laughed at another thing isaiah whispered to you.

he was enraged. the amber liquid in his glass was fuelling his anger, but he continued swigging it in order to give his mouth something to do, other than storm over to you and shout at isaiah for even looking at you. but he couldn't.

you were the strongest person he had ever met, second only to his mother - soft and sweet, yet not at all easily consumed, as he had found. flames curled around the tip of your tongue, and he was sure he would only get scorched if he dared disrespect you.

so he remained in his seat, dousing his open wounds in liquor and trying very hard to restrain himself.

"this is such a bad idea y/n. he's going to kill us." isaiah murmured in your ear, leaning in close so his hot breath was fanning against the skin of your neck.

laughing once more, you couldn't refrain from looking over to michael, whose eyes hadn't shifted off of your form.

"don't be stupid, michael wouldn't dare put his hands on me. it would be you who would have to worry."

to this, "oh thanks, don't worry about little old me, will you?" he chuckled at your cockiness, loving how similar you were to him.

"come on now, isaiah, who else would he get pissed with? I suppose I'd save you if I was feeling merciful."

as the two of you snorted with laughter, your hair shifted and you motioned for isaiah to adjust it, and surprisingly enough, he did so. his hands felt different to michael's: a little less soft perhaps, more calloused - not what you were used to. not bad, just not michael. this was the final straw for your partner though, and he found himself pacing towards the two of you.

isaiah pushed away instantly, as if his body rejected yours, but you stood your ground, facing down michael, daring him to make a scene.

"have you finished fucking around?" he spat quietly, angry at your behaviour, thinking you immature, and yet not wanting to be so loud that everyone heard.

"look mate, I'm sorry, I didn't suggest it, she did," isaiah began apologising, but michael didn't care. isaiah's wandering hands and questionably close dancing may have been the match that had sparked this fight, but michael knew you were the mastermind behind it, knowing it was you that struck the match.

"alright, I know. you can fuck off now." he forced out a calm enough response, attempting to keep his temper contained.

"what if I wanted him to stay and dance ?" you questioned, raising an eyebrow at michael, as he tried to coax you away from the dancing couples and into the shadows, never wanting anyone to hear or see his dirty laundry.

"that's what got us into this, so I'd say a strong no." he remarked as you remained expressionless, choosing your words ever so carefully.

"no, I would say you fucking ignoring me was what got us into this mess. I know you don't have to deal with consequences often, but I will not let you treat me like some trophy wife, toting me around like I'm an extension of that three-piece suit. I won't let you do that, and then have you expect me to drop everything and stop having friends just so you can rid me of my personality and clothes and fuck me until you're finished."

michael had been right when he was sat all alone: you had scorched him, good and proper. the flame of your words had exposed his wounds and he debated giving in, apologising, and being over with it, but the embers of his jealousy remained, still glowing.

"you're mine," he all but growled, his possessive nature taking ahold of him again, his hand finding it's way to your waist. even despite your annoyance, you found butterflies pooling in your stomach.

with your eyes drinking in the vulnerability your truths had exposed, you pushed your mouth towards his neck, letting him believe you were giving in.

candles around you flickered and waned with the rushed movements from both of your hungry hands, and for the first time that night, you let him admire you in the dress, and taste the sweetness, as he kissed his way along your exposed decollaté. while his lips pressed against yours, you revelled in the warmth he made grow inside your sternum.

"mine." he whispered in between kisses, and you let him think he was winning, until you grabbed a handful of his shirt and switched the two of you, so he was pressed against the wall, and you held the reigns.

you continued kissing him while his eyebrow raised, his eyes questioning each movement you made.

"if I'm yours, act like it next time," your sharp words didn't even surprise him - he was expecting them, he simply missed the feeling of your lips against his skin, so much so you could've sworn a groan came from his throat.

"there won't be a next time sweetheart, I'm all yours," he vowed, finding your hand, and encasing it in his.

with your fingers interlocked, you knew this was his apology. he loved you with all of his heart, as he reminded you every single day, he just didn't want to lose you.

he wasn't the most experienced at truly loving someone, but you weren't exactly the best at controlling your words.

despite this, you were willing to improve for him and he was more than willing to try for you.

eye contact remained between the two of you until you gently leaned in and resumed in a much gentler kiss.

pairing: peakyblinders!michael gray x genderneutral!reader

summary: you're tired and michael missed you

warnings: smoking (just cigarettes) maybe a couple of swear words?

a/n: wow I never thought I'd be posting this fic again but here we are! this was originally a tom glynn carney fic that I posted on @tomgcsjawline but when my blog got deleted, so did the post. after a bit of playing around, I managed to adapt it to michael who I'm currently in love with. hope you guys like it! also, quick notice (sorry I ramble on a lot) if I respond to your comment, I will respond with my main account @whateveruwanted . I would swap urls but I don't have the time right now. luv ya! solis.

Exhaustion made your every move heavy, and you practically had to drag yourself up the stairs to your bedroom before collapsing against the door.

Despite this, the sight of Michael lounging on your bed lightened your heart and you slowly gathered enough energy to smile over at him. Smoke framed his features, and a cigarette hung from his slightly open lips. He dragged his eyes off his paperwork and raised a questioning eyebrow at your form, lying slumped against the door.

In response you simply sighed and picked yourself up, unpacking your bag and undressing, as he put out his cigarette.

"Are you ok darling? Anyone I need to beat up?"

A chuckle fell from his lips, and his eyebrow raised once more in humour, and you smiled at his latter question, knowing he was only half joking.

His words broke through the silence and were accompanied by the action of him sitting up and reaching out to you with grabby hands. This little action made you a little lighter inside and reminded you of the Michael you first met all those years ago. Funny how that small, insignificant action could resurface memories about that boy you rarely thought of anymore. That boy was miles away, stuck in a limbo, and though you would love him either way, you knew you'd rather have this Michael.

"No I'm okay, just tired baby." The words came out almost mechanically, your mind taking a while to catch up, once you stopped replaying old memories.

Your reply made him feel a little better and in reassurance, you kissed the plane of his forehead, feeling his body relax under your touch. Gentle and comforting, his hands held your body upright, and it felt as though with each small circle he drew on your body, he slowly repaired your weariness and made you feel a little more alive.

"Let me get dressed and washed darling, then I promise I'll come cuddle with you." Your words were soft and quiet but he heard them and emitted a small whine.

"Don't give me the puppy eyes... Michael," you warned, but your resolve was much weaker than usual, " fine."

Left in nothing but your underwear, you crawled under the covers and allowed the homely warmth to comfort your body.

Michael quickly followed you after stripping to just his underwear, and handed you one of his shirts to wear.

"There you go love."

He pulled you in closer and he could feel you melt into his touch.

In between slow kisses, he murmured, "Missed you baby. The house isn't the same without you. Nothing's the same without you."

A small smile came from you in response and a blush formed on his cheeks, almost as though he only just realised what he had said.

Your hands reached out for his face and your eyes met his.

"Don't be embarrassed. That's so sweet baby."

He stuck out his bottom lip, evoking a short laugh from you and you captured it between your lips.

"Love you" He whispered, burying his face in your neck, breathing in the soft remainder of your perfume.

Rubbing your hands in circles across his back, you replied with tired contentment in your voice.

fandom: peaky blinders (around s4 I guess)

pairing: bonnie gold x genderneutral!reader

warnings: none

a/n: I had no idea if bonnie was rroma or from a travellers family so I looked it up and all it described his family as is "g*****s" and there's no way I'm using that word so I assumed he was rroma. these aren't very long, but I might do some blurbs based off of them

- he's such a cutie, and will do pretty much anything to make you smile - as soon as he finds out what makes you smile, he'll do everything in his power to make sure no one ever takes it away from you

- cooking for you! if you aren't rroma, he will cook traditional rroma food for you, and wait patiently to see what your reaction is (perfect every time - he's a good boxer, and a brilliant cook)

- though he does get a little distracted sometimes, and seeing your face scrunched up, watching his movements so carefully really doesn't help. he can't stop himself stealing a few kisses.

- nervous pre-match kisses, although the nerves are usually only from you. before the match with goliath, he's prancing about and you're sat opposite, making fun of his concentration face

- congratulatory post-match kisses, but not for long because he's usually sweaty, and when he's bleeding, you're itching to patch him up

- always kissing his injuries and promising they'll get better. when the wounds eventually heal, you point at the scars and remark that it's your natural healing power. he laughs and shakes his head, playing along and begging you to kiss his injuries after every fight.

- when he gets involved with the blinders, he doesn't have much spare time, so he involves you a lot, taking you on travels with him and his father. at first, you both find it hard adapting to the new lifestyle and everyday, but with time, and lots of mutual support, you get through it

- he also loves how cool you look, all badass as you wield a gun/knife, so although he's worried for your safety, and will protect you fiercely, he likes having you around on the trips he does for the blinders

- Bonnie loves to think about his future with you: whenever he's sad or missing his family/home, you just have to start talking about what future you've planned together, and he perks up.

pairing: bonnie gold x female!reader

requested: yeah! by @shutter-bug124

warnings: none?

a/n: sorry if this took a while, but I had it in my drafts for ages, before I even posted the first one, I just couldn't figure out how to end it. I hope I did it justice!

it had been a horrifically dreary week since you had last seen Bonnie. it kicked and screamed and dragged its feet, refusing to let up from the way it tortured you with every waking moment. Tommy hadn't told you much (he never did really, even when it involved you) but from what you could piece together, Bonnie was with his father, doing some business for Thomas.

now, if someone had asked, you would simply laugh it off and say he wasn't taken by you, simply caught up in the moment, and that you were wondering where he was so you could discuss business, or perhaps invite him on a piss up with Finn and Isaiah.

you wouldn't tell them that you'd been counting the days and hours since you last saw his smile, and watched his lips move. you wouldn't tell them how you planned to sew razor blades into his hat properly for him, after noticing the poor stitching that caused him many cuts on his fingers. or how you had made him a new hankie after you stained the other, one with two letters, perfectly embroidered onto the red cotton, using a golden thread you almost got into a fight over (you'd found that though your name had a certain amount of fear that came with it, it appeared as though some of the women cared less, or were at least willing to get into a brawl over some cotton). and you certainly wouldn't tell them the amount of times you had imagined him kissing you while he held your face in between his hands.

whenever you were free, you let yourself slip past the veil of reality, and into the warped sense of dreamland your mind created for you. somehow, Bonnie was always there too, kissing you. problem was, you tended to lose your grip on reality, even when you weren't free.

"oi y/n! pay attention." Thomas remarked, and you came back with a start upon feeling him slap the upside of your tilted head.

"fuck off Tom, you didn't need to slap me," whining, you fixed your hair, now messed from his attack.

"he evidently did: you were enjoyjng your dream a lot. dead to the world." polly smiled coyly, knowing exactly what was happening; after a couple of rounds at the garrison, she had pulled the truth from you, and hadn't stopped teasing you since.

"shut up Pol. didn't get much sleep last night," you muttered the last part, knowing she would only further tease you, even though you needed an excuse for your tardiness: Thomas and you had business to attend to, and this was not helping in the slightest.

"well you need to sort yourself out. no getting pissed with Isaiah and Finn and have an early night. Bonnie and Aberama will be back tomorrow, so I need you on the top of your game. me and Aberama have some business, and seeing as you've already met Bonnie, you can help me sell him to the boxing officials later on."

Thomas raised an knowing eyebrow when you perked up at the mention of Bonnie, smirking at Polly who simply patted your shoulder with faux sympathy.

"go on sweetheart. get up to bed, and I'll wake you up in time for when Tommy will be here."

"no need. she can meet me at midday at Charlie's." Thomas added before placing his cap on and moving from the door, leaving you alone with Polly.

"don't look at me like that Pol."

she laughed, flicking you, and playing dumb to further tease you.

"who me?"

...

even though it was pretty early in the morning, the sounds of metal clashing against metal was omnipresent in the streets of Birmingham, an orchestra of workers, fires, and chains leading you through your errands.

most women were in the house, attending to their children or work, and it was too early, even for the local men to be drinking in the pubs, so, for the most part of your journey, you strolled through the streets alone. you of course, had a busy morning planned: Polly had managed to hijack your morning and had convinced you to run some favours for her, before you were set to meet with Thomas.

though it had been an extensive list, you had persuaded Finn into coming to your rescue and completing the tasks with you, drastically reducing the time needed. as a result, you had been able to spend a good hour sat by the cut with him, and you were grateful: much of the time was spent reminiscing old memories together and telling each other secrets.

but now you were back on the streets, dodging horse shit and trying to kill some time. in a rather rushed through thought process, you pondered making the trip to the boxing rings, and before you knew it, your feet were crossing the boundary.

a few nods from the boxers was all you were offered until the owner approached you with a greeting: no matter what mood you appeared to be in, people tended to treat you carefully, knowing you shared in the shelby business for a reason, and not wanting to anger you.

however now, you were feeling dazed somewhat from your previous conversations with Finn, so much so, that when someone called your name, it took you a while to respond.

"y/n?" a voice the dramatic part of you thought you were never going to hear again demanded your attention.

"that's my name," you replied jokingly, joining in when Bonnie chuckled.

"would the lady like to join me for a walk?"

he offered his arm, and although everything in you wanted to envelope him in a bear hug, you weren't sure that he would ever live it down with the boxers if he did.

"I suppose I could let you escort me to Charlie's yard," you teased, pulling him closer by his shirt, "it's a dangerous world out there you know."

a smirk found its way onto his features and you could have died there and then.

"oh come on."

the two of you quickly exited the boxing rings and as soon as you felt the cool air hit your face, a smile broke out.

"smells like home," you whispered, not noticing the way he watched you.

"you know, I hated Birmingham when I first arrived - it's all doom, gloom and so different to my home, but every time I'm with you, it feels like I'm at home,"

you laughed in agreement. birmingham was a shithole and you didn't know why you loved it so much, but he wasn't finished, "you're like a diamond in the rough."

he whispered the last part, and you found yourself only inches away from him just like before.

but you wouldn't let it and like last time.

just as he began moving away, murmuring an apology for being so forward, you placed a hand at the back of his neck, and pulled him forward.

"can I kiss you?" he was unusually speechless, but found his voice just enough to make sure you were sure, ever the gentlemen. .