#soliswrites

family. pd

a/n im sorry this took so long! I hope this is okay, I know I didn't discuss much of the actual things they did during the day but I can always write more or a second part if you would like!

@briskiiat420

tressful, terrifying and nerve-wracking yet somehow still lovable, these past few years had taught you and Pete a million things about parenthood that you would've never considered beforehand, though neither of you were complaining. Pete had expressed his desire to be a father many times, even before he started dating you, so it came as little surprise to anyone who knew the two of you when you were pregnant. then again two years later... and again after another year had passed.

having three children under the age of six was never easy to put it simply; there was always a nappy to change, a tantrum to quash or a nativity play to prepare for. however, when those sweet moments hit you like a ten tonne train, you remembered why you had craved a family like yours so badly.

moments like now, with your youngest baby boy swaddled adorably in your arms and your two eldest children swinging off of their father's hands. matching shirts with his little girl and painstakingly handmade bracelets with his boy, Pete had taken to fatherhood like a duck to water.

singularly the hardest part of familial life you had to deal with, past the nappies and crying and mischievous antics, was the media constantly encroaching into your private life. teeth bared into predatorial smiles and unbroken chattering questions: the paparazzi had ruined your first hospital birth by crowding your exit and had ruined plenty of later events with their inconsiderate practices. hence, you had somewhat of a skewed perspective on life in the city with your children and you had avoided bringing them anywhere they could be swarmed.

until today.

starting his umpteenth season on SNL, now as a recurring guest more than a regular, Pete had been asked if he wanted to do a special on family life, being as it was approaching Christmas now. therefore, after bundling up your babies in large winter coats and cosy beanies and hats that matched yours, you had made the journey to SNL's filming location largely unnoticed, only being approached by some young respectful fans eager to greet you happily. throughout the week you had majorly avoided letting Pete know you were planning to visit him with the family, already knowing how excited he'd be if you took the chance and surprised him. instead, you had contacted some of his friends behind the scenes, begging them to keep it a secret and to help you get backstage to see him before and during his weekend update.

all of your children adored seeing their father onstage even if they didn't truly understand any of the words he would be saying, and though you knew when to chastise him for playing them videos with rude words in them, you also knew how much they would love seeing him perform comedy in real life.

arming yourself and your two eldest with hot chocolates to guard against the cold, you had already entered the building and were waiting backstage in one of the office rooms for someone to tell Pete to go check the room you were in. soon enough, you heard the drawl of your husband's voice and his sweet laugh echoing through the adjoining corridor.

noticing the pure joy that lit up his face when the door swung open and you finally saw him, your heart was soaring, tears almost filling your eyes as your children squealed with excitement.

"you did this for me baby," Pete whispered, also close to happy tears as he welcomed you into the family hug, "gonna make me cry sweetheart."

wrapping his arms around you and your baby boy as carefully as possible, he smiled when he felt your face buried in the crook fo his neck, his baby gurgling in contentment. all he had ever wanted was in this backstage room.

he had no need for the money or the clothes or the fame, he just wanted you smiling and his babies by your side.

"I hope those are happy tears Mr Davidson, it was incredibly difficult to surprise you properly," you giggled when you finally pulled away for a second, wiping the corner of his eyes with your spare thumbs, gently cradling his face.

your other two children had begun preoccupied themselves with bothering Mulaney who had made the grave mistake of joining Pete for the surprise, giving you and your lover a quick but wonderfully quiet moment.

heya love! very sorry I took my time with this but I wanted to make it perfect as a chubby girl myself. I really hope you enjoy it, this is probably the longest piece I've ever written, it's like four in one. solis x

pairing: Billy Hargrove x female plus size!reader

fandom: stranger things

warnings: bullies unsurprisingly, nothing terrible, abusive families, domestic abuse

fourth time lucky. bh.

the three times billy hargrove tried to ask you out, and the one time it actually worked.

hair pushed back, cig hanging gently on his smiling lips and jeans sprayed onto his muscular thighs; Billy Hargrove looked almost delectable as he stood, leaning against your lockers and waiting for you to show up. this had become a regular thing since you'd first started hanging out, and though the other teenagers of Hawkins couldn't work out why Billy would want to hang around for you, he couldn't care less. whenever he needed someone real to comfort him, and show him he was worthy of love and affection, you were there. you made him feel more alive, and that made him breathless ironically whenever he was around you. touch starved was never a word Billy would ever associate with himself until he met you. no matter how many girls had laid their hands on him, he needed none of them as much as he needed your touch.

already this afternoon, Tommy had tried to pull him away, promising him a girl at his party later on, but Billy simply shook his head and remained where he was. you were due a free period right now, and he wanted to skip and go hang out before the end of school when he'd have to pick up Max.

it was through Max and the gang that the two of you had met properly for the first time, and though she'd hated his insistent flirting, she had to admit that she didn't mind hanging out with you more. suddenly less boisterous and cruel, whenever he was around you, Max noticed how Billy would change. he loved how much you cared about the gang, even if he could never work out why you cared so much.

caring and sweet, yet undeniably outspoken and confident: it was something Billy loved about you - you had the capability to show so much love, perhaps because of experiencing a severe lack of it, but on the other hand, you still stood up for yourself and protected the ones you loved fiercely. your years in high school before billy had been ridden with cruel taunts and bullying because of your appearance, hence why you began hanging out with the gang, but since he had joined, people quickly learned not to mention you in the wrong way. whether it was the love he felt for you in his heart that motivated him to dish out bruises and broken bones in your honour, or the way you always patched him up after and kissed his bruised knuckles as a thank you, he wasn't really sure. in his heart, he knew it was a mixture of both.

Billy had been too caught up in his thoughts to notice you coming around the corner moments before, but when he heard your laughter bouncing through the corridor, he knew it was you. gazing on in adoration, he watched as you walked towards him, your boots hitting the ground quicker when you noticed him waiting. your smiles and soft skin just visible from your clothes made him nervous, and though he wasn't accustomed to the feeling he'd put up with it if you were part of the deal.

"hey princess, been missing you," he smirked, removing his cigarette to talk properly. up close, he made a note that you were wearing one of his old shirts, one he had left at yours one night after a fight with his father. the bitter memory of his injuries was somewhat sweetened by the memory of you kissing his wounds and holding him. he hoped you'd find comfort in him too.

"hey Billy, thanks for waiting," softly smiling back, you pressed your hands against his chest and pushed him back so you could open your locker. as you touched him, gentle but firm, his muscles tensed noticeably and he felt his heart race a little faster.

"so uhh, I had something I wanted to ask you doll," his demeanour quickly became less relaxed, and you felt yourself fill with nerves. a blush spread across your cheeks when he called you that pet name, your imagination getting the better of you. imagining him whispering, groaning that pet name in another predicament completely made your skin feel hot to the touch.

right as you nodded and he went to continue, one of the gang cleared their throats in an effort to get your attention.

you chuckled as you watched his face quickly drop. behind you stood the gang smiling up at Billy, half scared, half amused. the way you'd yelled at him in the past for even laying a finger on them made him too scared to dare do anything, but the threat remained in their minds.

the kids muttered between themselves as you and Billy took a step aside. you tried to keep your head straight as you watched his muscles tense and the st christopher bounce against his chest, but you still felt slightly dizzy. with you stood against the lockers, him mere centimetres away, your mind was racing and you just hoped he couldn't tell.

"princess..." his tone was a mix of warning and pleading, and made your hair stand on edge. Billy knew the kids wanted to come and hang out at your house, since no one else's parents would allow it. but Billy wanted you to himself for once, and when it came to you, whatever Billy wanted, he usually got. perhaps not today though.

shaking his head, Billy knew he'd lost the battle when you smiled and tilted your head at him.

"okay, but they're gonna have to make it up to me at some point," he stated, loud enough for the whole corridor to hear, turning to you with a smile, he whispered, "and so will you doll."

a few weeks later, you found yourself sat on the bleachers in the school gym, watching Billy practice. confident, proud and talented: Billy knew he was good at basketball, better than anyone else on the team, so he enjoyed the moments on the pitch. it was one of those moments where Billy felt good at something; it was something he could be proud of.

lighting up with joy, his face was always a wonder when he noticed you were watching, and it made your stomach fill with butterflies. though you were sure the guys on his team would've said something about you hanging around, you were also sure he'd shut them up. it made you nervous being in a room full of boys that had made your high school experience suck, but the occasional smiles from Billy were worth it.

the mainly quiet gym, hour long practice and shirtless Billy were all more than enough to convince you to attend every practice he had, using the space to revise or study (or spend your time gazing at the boy of your dreams). as well as this, Billy always rushed through showering and getting ready afterwards to take you to a local diner, where the two of you would hang out and waste away the evening with jukebox dancing and milkshakes.

having the privilege to be in the presence of post workout Billy was something you'd never stop being grateful for, because his bad boy act usually dropped during these times. buzzing with energy, he'd grab your hand while he drove down the endless country roads and tell you stories of running away, making a new life. his eyes would electrify, and you'd both lose track of time, playing his music way too loud and dancing badly.

hopefully, today would be no different. you both had a big test the next day and you had revised so much your brain had turned grey and blurry. Billy needed a pick me up too, since his home life had been worsening, so you vowed to make tonight memorable for him. planning ahead, you'd packed a bag with a blanket and some snacks, hoping to find somewhere to stop and have a fire.

as you finished going through your notes one last time, the coach blew the final whistle indicating practice was over. after receiving a wink from Billy and waving back to him gleefully, you began packing away your notebooks and headed for the car park, where you'd wait for him.

by the time Billy joined you, his hair still wet from the showers, you were freezing, your jumper not quite shielding from the bitter mid spring air. immediately, Billy picked up on this and before even greeting you his jacket was wrapped around your frame. it made you nervous sometimes, since his clothes weren't as baggy on you as they would be on other girls, and this threatened to wipe the smile off of your face.

"sorry I took so long doll, Steve was giving me shit," although his face showed obvious distaste for Steve, his eyes still softened at the sight of you in his clothes: "you look gorgeous today y/n, even better with my jacket."

blushing, you hugged him silently, chuckling to yourself when he slipped his hand into his jacket pocket to reach for a his lighter and cigarettes.

"there's no surprise," swinging open the door for you, he simply ignored your remark, so you continued, "what's the plan for today then?"

Billy had also wanted today to be special. he'd thought it over and over in his mind, trying to think of something good enough, a way to ask you out properly that suited you, showed you how much your deserved. he thought he'd come up with a pretty good idea, but it would have to be a surprise for now to make the reveal even more worthwhile.

"well babe, that is a surprise, you'll have to wait and see," he teased, a smirk rolling around his lips, sharing the space with his lit cigarette. hopping into the seat next to you, Billy began driving away from Hawkins high school, his palm resting gently on your thigh. a small affection you had grown to love, the feel of his palm against your skin set your body alight almost and you had to fight the smile threatening your lips.

Billy eventually let you know he needed to pick some things up from his house before you could set off together to do whatever he had planned, claiming he'd left something at home that morning. therefore, when his Camaro rolled up the street to his house, you settled into the seat, not expecting to have to wait long before he'd be back.

with the weight of his denim jacket on your torso, you fiddled with the seams of it, adoring the way it swamped your body even if you knew you probably looked ridiculous. tuning out to the situation, you knew Billy wouldn't invite you in at all, so you busied yourself organising the front seat of his car, something he'd probably kill anyone else for.

living with his father, there were certain things Billy was sensitive to, things he could piece together pretty quickly to decipher the situation. so when he saw the lights of the living room illuminating the house and heard the stern voice of his father hollering through the house, it set his body on full alert. he knew pretty quickly it had something to do with Max, since she had told him not to bother taking her home, saying she didn't want to wait until practice was over.

Billy figured he could buy perhaps another half hour to drive you home and pretend like everything was normal; the outcome would be the same regardless, he'd be blamed and punished for whatever stupid thing his step sister had decided to do.

hands shaking, Billy returned to the car, his lips pressed tightly together as he gripped the steering wheel white knuckled.

realising the tension coursing through his body, you slowly placed your hand in his empty one, holding it on one of your thighs. only moments before he'd been touching your skin with a completkely different emotion racing through his veins. he'd been overtaken by excitement and anticipation, wondering whether he'd finally be able to kiss you tonight and hear you call him yours properly. fear and adrenaline had replaced this now, and anticipation for a completely different evening set his heart beating off time.

his eyes trailed over to you for a second, a silent acknowledgement, a thank you for showing him the love he needed. whether you were good with words or not, it didn't matter since he probably wouldn't hear you over his heart pounding.

keeping him grounded, the warmth of your hands around his and the soft of your thighs held him in place; reminded him there was good in the world.

"I... Billy I wanted to say something, and I don't know if now is the right time," you started, regretting the words as soon as they left your mouth, but not being able to stop once you'd started, " you mean the world to me, and I..."

the words got choked in your throat, and though his eyes remained on the road, you felt the car pull over so he could focus on you. it was so fucking embarrassing to Billy. tonight of all nights, when Billy was planning to ask you to be his girl, his little sister had decided to sneak out instead of riding home, and got caught. his dad was furious and now Billy was livid with Max again. but most of all, he was embarrassed that his home life was so fucked up, he couldn't even take the time outside of school to ask you on a date.

processing the words you were speaking to him wasn't really working in his overactive mind, and you could tell. reaching with your hands, you held his face and as you spoke, he watched your lips shamelessly

"I'm sorry it's like this Billy. I wish I could do something. I just want you to be safe."

Billy didn't have anything in mind to respond to your sympathy with, so he simply leaned into your touch one final time.

"you should get going. I'll pick you up tomorrow morning. my dad..." he trailed off but you understood clearly.

miserably reaching for your bag, you leaned over to him and kissed his cheek before clambering out and making your way up to your house. butterflies still fluttered around your stomach at the small moment of bliss, having him so close yet so far, even if the moment was horrifically tainted.

Billy traces his fingers across the shape your lips has branded into his cheek and smiles softly for a second, forgetting himself in your love.

today, Billy had noticed something different about you. adorned in one of his borrowed band shirts, a confidence seemed to radiate from your skin, and though he didn't know what had provoked it, he was determined to keep it there.

glittering with amusement, your eyes widened as he stole your book from your hands and took the seat next to you. in the cafeteria especially, many wondered why Billy Hargrove, the legend, would sit with someone quite a bit lower down the social ladder. even so, his presence, along with the faint smell of cigarettes and aftershave, followed you in your lunch periods and you were eternally grateful. you loved spending your lunch times listening to him complain about Steve and Tommy, and you loved how he'd listen intently to your ramblings about school, home and whatever work you were doing.

whenever Billy wasn't with you, cutting remarks would haunt you like a second shadow, and though you were big enough to deal with it yourself, it was nice not having to.

as he winked at you and dropped your book back into your lap, your heart swelled a little and you didn't quite notice one of his teammates walking by, so when his voice cut through your moment harshly.

"hey Billy, I didn't realise you were trying on the fat girl? c'mon there's much better-" the boy didn't quite get to finish his sentence before Billy had him against a nearby support, clearly furious.

gripping the lapels of his jacket, Billy practically growled, "I suggest you shut the hell up before I beat your ass," before dropping him, realising the staff members had caught on to his out burst. as well as the rest of the students, whose eyes quickly landed on you, shaking and visibly embarrassed.

pathetically whimpering as he crawled away, the boy avoided your path when he noticed you snatch your bag and make a run for it. breathing hard, Billy quickly grabbed his jacket before chasing after you as you hurried outside, gasping for air. your cheeks felt like they were on fire and you couldn't help but wish it didn't have to be like this.

you cursed his athletic nature when he caught up to you almost immediately, whispering "hey, hey don't cry babe, don't cry about him, he's an asshole," over and over while pulling you into a hug.

until he mentioned it, you didn't notice you were crying, fat tears making his sweater soggy. glittering again, this time your eyes struggled to meet his when he pulled away to speak to you.

"I'm so, I'm sorry you had to do that for me Billy, I," you started in between wiping the tears away on your sleeve. wrapping his jacket around you, he smiled and replied "it's no problem, I just wanna see you smiling girl, that's all. I just lose my temper when they say shit like that because I just..." before he managed to finish his sentence, you took his hand, already half expecting but not quite believing what he was about to say. trembling but warm, strong; his eyes dropped to your hands intertwined and you were somewhat shocked to see a blush forming across his cheeks.

"I wanna look after you forever y/n. hate seeing you upset, you're too important to me," Billy couldn't believe he'd copped out with such a wishy washy answer, but it satisfied you. you knew what he really meant behind his words and you felt the same, which was why you pushed yourself into his arms again and kept your face pushed against his neck for longer than before.

the cold bite of his metal jewellery against your skin mixed with the faint smell of his cologne made you almost light headed, overtaken with love and light swarming your insides, but with his arms around your waist, there was nothing but safety to be felt.

smiling against his skin, you whispered loud enough for only him to hear,

"you're important to me too Billy, always will be."

perhaps a month or so later, Billy stood against his Camaro, a cigarette painting his lips with grey smoke, watching as you ran over to him. smiles exchanged from a distance as usual, he couldn't help but notice yours was bigger than usual and he wondered why.

knuckles clenching when he saw Steve and the children close by, following your heels, he felt worry wash over him and he became gripped by the though that Steve had perhaps made a move. Billy had always gotten the idea that Steve was interested, since you hung out more than average friends due your shared love for the kids. it could've also been a sense of masculinity that Billy had always felt he needed to uphold - Steve had been the king once and what would stop you from seeing that he was better for you than Billy would ever be?

Billy had never had to deal with feelings of insufficiency before, and he wasn't quite sure what to do. washed away as quickly as they had arrived though, he felt himself calm when you came closer and fixed his collar for him. his breath fanning against your neck as you reached to unfurl the collar, his warmth enveloped you and it took everything in you to hold back.

blissed out from just that moment, Billy took a few seconds to realise there was something in your hand before asking, eyeing the kids behind you.

"there's a fair coming nearby!" El butted in, earning a ruffle of her hair from you and a slight smile from Billy - he had to admit she was cute sometimes.

"and obviously, we're going," you proposed, half asking, half demanding.

Steve smirked at the way you placed a hand on Billy's chest, unconcerned at the glare he received from Billy as a result.

"I'm off, come on kids, you can come to mine," Steve announced, giving you a smile that just reeked of 'tell him you pussy'.

a few goodbyes were said and hugs were given, and then you were alone with Billy, Max clambering into the car to give you a minute. perhaps even she could sense what was going to happen.

Billy simply raised an eyebrow having clearly worked out there was something on your mind.

"Billy, I've been wanting to say it for a while and I wasn't really sure how you'd react, but," hot, red and fast, Billy could feel his blood pulsating as the words tumbled from your lips, but he couldn't stop looking at them.

"I wanted to know if you'd go to the fair with me, as more than just friends? I get it if not, but I like you a lot and it's kinda..."

before you could finish your sentence, Billy was asking if he could kiss you, ignoring everyone around you.

soft, warm and comforting, his lips against yours convinced you you had no reason to be nervous. the kiss quickly deepened, your hands laced through his hair and his settled on your waist.

"God I've waited too long for this," he whispered into your neck.

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: 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.

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. .

pairing: tom glynn-carney x genderneutral!reader

theme: fluff

summary: what it would be like on holiday with tom.

warnings: absolutely none!

a/n: I feel like most of the stuff I have written is really short, so I'm going to be working on some longer pieces. I wrote this back in summer when I went away and I've been keeping it stashed away since then. enjoy! - solis.

it was warm to say the least.

the heat stuck to everything and no amount of stripping off layers could alleviate it, as you'd unfortunately learnt the hard way.

you and tom were currently flinging yourselves into any local tourist attractions in the hopes of getting the most out of your holiday. the small trips had taken you to places you hadn't first expected, a world of unseen possibilities slowly revealing themselves to you. in actuality, it was more exciting than you could have guessed.

leading you down alleyways and through large open streets, where the history of the town's seeped through the bricks, your adventures had been thorough and had taught you much. not only about the world and the small communities you engaged with, but each other, and the small things that made you you.

coffee shops were a favourite of you both, as they allowed you to garner a small giggle from tom's attempts at speaking the local dialect, and he could sit and stare at you for hours while you babbled on about nothing in particular. though he found it hard to choose, tom's favourite places usually coincided with the places he could marvel at the arts.

you loved watching the wonder that overwhelmed his features whenever he saw something that excited him, and the way that small smile of wonder would engage his whole face. he seemed to radiate light all the time, but these small moments were the best because his light would spread to you, bathing you in his wonder.

tom, however, loved the fact that when it got busy he had the excuse to put his hands either side of your waist and lean his head on your shoulder. this was something you knew he enjoyed and so whenever it became especially busy, you would lean into him, waiting for his hands to meet you. he loved the way a small blush blossomed under the small kisses he pressed to your skin as you manoeuvred through crowds.

the best part of each day was when you returned to your hotel room and poured all of your remaining energies into immortalising your memories together.

poems and diary entries were inscribed in foreign notebooks and on hotel notepads. songs were mused and quickly recorded on one of your phones. pictures and Polaroids were collected, and stored in safe envelopes once the both of you were finished laughing and smiling at the memories evoked.

most nights, you planned the next adventure, but sometimes, exhaustion became too prominent and you simply allowed yourselves to rest in each other's arms.

fandom: peaky blinders

pairing: bonnie gold x genderneutral!reader

pronouns: they/them

warnings: swear words, no plot, maybe some inaccuracies

a/n: enjoy this little drabble, I noticed that there wasn't much bonnie gold content in the fandom and you know what they say, if you see a gap, fill it yourself!

these are the type of mornings where frost grasps the air and bare feet tiptoe across the floor to minimise the cold felt.

and god it was cold.

Bonnie felt it as soon as he awoke, even with his body completely sheltered, cold seemed to find openings in the blankets and force itself in. however, he took a deep breath in and attempted to reach his shirt, just centimetres away, strewn on the floor from the night before, wrapped around Y/N's shirt and trousers.

it temporarily blinded him as he pulled it on, careful to not wake his partner.

alas, he felt them slowly shift, and his plan to surprise them with breakfast in return for them being so understanding the past few months was quashed.

"Bon?" their sleep-marred voice pierced the silence and he let out a chuckle as they reached their hand out for him.

"I'm right here baby."

soft and gentle, a small sigh of contentment was let out as Bonnie worked his way back into their arms and left a trail of kisses along their jaw.

"Woahhhh" they let out a small gasp of approval as they wound their hands through his hair.

"What baby?"

"It's almost as soft as your jumper. Your hair," they remarked, pulling lightly at the tufts of hair, recently trimmed and yet still unimaginably soft to the touch.

"I swear you only date me for my hair and comfy jumpers." he joked, raising a single eyebrow and waiting for a response.

"You got me, fuck." they laughed and opened their eyes fully for the first time this morning.

fortunately, the bright morning light was being held back by the curtains, unfortunately, they were both aware it would not last long enough.

despite this, neither of them cared much and simply enveloped each other in their arms, waiting for his father's voice to coax him into the day.