michael oneshot

The Other Archangel



“Fuck,” Dean said, slamming his hands on the table. “Another freakin’ apocalypse.”

“We’ll get through it,” Sam said. “We have before.”

Dean shook his head. “Every time, these things get bigger and bigger. And one of these days…”

“We’ll get through this,” Sam said, more forcefully. He knew his brother was upset, but he also knew that now was not a time to give into thoughts of failure.

“We need to find Lucifer,” Cas said. “We need his help.”

“Tell me something I don’t know,” Dean growled. He popped the cap from his beer and downed half of it in one drink.

Sam snatched the bottle away from his brother, causing him to dribble down his shirtfront. “Cas, do you have any idea where he could have gone?”

Cas shook his head. “The possibilities are endless. And since I’m not an archangel, I don’t have any sort of mental connection to him.”

“And we know Michael and Raphael wouldn’t want anything to do with us,” Dean said. “What about Gabriel?”

“He’s still… salty with you.”



Both Winchesters perked up. “Although?” Sam asked.

“There is… another one.”

“Another what?”


“That’s… that’s impossible,” Sam said. “Lore says there’s only four.”

“The lore… is wrong,” Castiel said.

“Well, what’s the deal with this other one?” Dean asked. “What’s he like? Where’s he been hiding? Can he help us find Lucifer?”



“She. The other archangel is female.”

Dean was quiet for a moment. “Huh. Well, it’s about time Chuck got some gender equality in the ranks.”

“What’s her name?” Sam asked.


“And how has she stayed out of… literally every religious text?”

“She keeps to herself. Father wanted her to stay out of… ‘big business’. She was his favorite, after Lucifer of course.”

“Do you know how to find her?” Dean asked.

“I can look around.”

Dean nodded. “Go. Find her. Bring her here so we can get some sort of plan in action.”



The Winchesters turned, finding Cas standing behind them with a young woman next to him.

“This is Y/N,” Cas said.

“The other archangel?” Sam stood, walking over. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Likewise.” You shook his hand, giving him a small smile. “My brother has filled me in.”

“Is there anything you think you can do?” Dean asked. “Any sort of tracking you have on Lucifer?”

“I haven’t heard from him recently. But I may be able to find him.” You paused. “But you should know, even if I find him, I don’t know that I’ll be able to convince him to help stop the apocalypse. He always did like… commotion.”

“What about the others?” Sam asked. “Do you think you can convince them to help us find Lucifer and stop Amara?”

“I don’t know.”

“Nonsense,” Cas said. “You know they listen to you.”


“They do. You’re practically the only other one they listen to after Father.”

You sighed. “I shall see what I can do.”


“So, why have you asked us here, little sis?”

“I need your help.”

Gabriel propped his feet on the table and helped himself to the bowl of jellybeans you’d set out. “With?”


“He is of no concern to us,” Michael said.

“He should be.”


“Surely you’ve heard what he’s done.”

“We’ve tried to distance ourselves from him,” Raphael said. “He’s not one of us anymore.”

“Well, that logic falls through, because he’s still an archangel.”

“His actions would say otherwise.”

“Look, unless we all come together, things are not going to end well.”

“Maybe we should hear her out,” Gabriel said.

“Eat your jellybeans, Gabriel,” Michael said.

“I am. But I can multitask. And I think we should hear Y/N out.” Gabriel dropped his feet to the floor, leaning over to you. “So, Y/N, what’s going on?”

“Well, as I’m sure you’ve heard, Lucifer has escaped the Cage.”

You could tell by your brothers’ reactions that they actually hadn’t heard that. What, had they lived under a rock recently? You shook your head.

“He’s out, and unless we find him, Earth is not going to end well.”

“Lucifer does damage, but it’s not the apocalyptical standards you’ve set,” Raphael said.

“We don’t need to stop him from destroying the world. We need his help to stop someone bigger.”


“Aunt Amara.”

“Shit,” Michael said, a rarity for him.

“We’ll help you,” Raphael said.

A Tale Of Two Virgins

Originally posted by lucifersagents

Characters: Y/n, Michael, Cas, Dean, Sam

Pairing: Michael x Y/n (FEMALE READER)

Warnings: Mostly smut, some plot, fingering, pussy eating, blowjob, unprotected sex, fluff, ‘soulmate’ stuff happening, more fluff…

Word count: 2643

Summary: You and Michael decide to take the next step in your relationship-sex.

A/N: Ok, so…requested fic by anon-Hey! Can you please write a Michaelxreader for a girl reader? Like the reader is a virgin and Michael teaches her? Thanks!!. Ok, wasn’t so much him teaching me, as it was both of us learning together. Also, sorry this took sooo long!! Hope u like it!!

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“Are you sure you want to do this?”

His hands stayed on your thighs, thumbs caressing your skin softly, just inches away from your glistening folds.

“I-I want this. I know I do. I just…”

You shrugged, not really wanting to let him know you were terrified right now.

His hand gripped your chin, raising your head and making you look into his soft green eyes, concern evident.

“What are you scared of?”

You sighed, avoiding his gaze and staring at the carpet, your toes wriggling in the soft strands.

“I…what if I’m terrible? I have no experience. I’ve barely ever touched myself. I’ve never even touched a man before. Let alone an archangel. What if we do it and-and-“

You trailed off, feeling embarrassed at what you were about to say.

“What if I think you’re terrible and leave you?”

You shut your eyes, just hating the thought of him leaving.

“Y/n, look at me”.

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So for the longest time I’ve wanted to know why Calum sang Invisible by himself.

Like what was going on when they were recording the song?? Did they all agree that the song would sound better if Ashton or Calum sang it because they have some pretty soft sounding voices??? Or did Calum decide hey I wanna sing this song by myself??

If he did why?? Is he telling us something? Is that his way of telling us he feels invisible?? Cause if so that’s really sad and it breaks my heart. But it also got me thinking. Does he feel that way cause there are people in this fandom and outside of the fandom that make him feel like that or is it because he doesn’t get the recognition and credit that he deserves?? If that is so, then I wanna take this time to give him some credit.

Calum, you deserve all the credit in the world and I just wanna thank you for being the one to sing Invisible because the song already means a lot to me but the fact that you sing it makes it that much more special to me.

Your bass playing is amazing and while sometimes it can’t be heard in the song it’s still phenomenal. The other night I was listening to Disconnected Removed Vocals and I heard the bass clearly then and I’m truly amazed. You never seem to fail me and always exceed my expectations.

I wanna thank you for still being so quite and shy in interviews. It’s very refreshing because I’m so quite and shy I don’t talk unless I feel like I should say something. So thank you for not changing that about you.

And this one is definitely the most important to me. Thank you for writing my number one favourite song.
Disconnected. Thank you. That song has gotten me through a lot of shit since its release. When I’m mad, sad, upset, happy, lonely, Invisible, unwanted, unloved, when I’m feeling anything that is the song I put on. That is my go to song. And when I hear that song I get the biggest smile on my face and it feels like a weight has been lifted of my chest. So Calum, thank you. Thank you for being you. Thank you for writing songs. Thank you for playing the bass. Thank you for your smile. Thank you for Disconnected. Thank you for everything. Thank you.

Masterpost :D

Since I haven’t done one of these in a while here ya go!!

(** means smut)
(Bold means angst)

[Updated: June 23rd, 2017]

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Request: Whatever You’re Going For

Request: Hello! If you’re still taking requests, could you do a one-shot where the reader is sick but Sam, Dean, and Cas have to go on a really important hunt, so they have Michael watch over the reader. However, the reader is really stubborn and doesn’t like people fussing over her. The rest is up to you.

Word Count: 901

I hope you like it! Thank you, have an awesome day!<3:)

You wake up, feeling like the living dead – and you’d know a lot about that. Eyes half closed, you roll over, only just catching yourself from falling straight out of bed. You try to straighten up, finding yourself dizzier than ever. The world spins before you, and with a sudden nausea rising in your throat, you stagger in the general direction of the bathroom.

You empty last night’s dinner into the toilet and groan, lying your head against the sink. You let the cold of the porcelain seep into your feverish cheeks.
You close your eyes, feeling cold and hot and shaky and miserable. You felt like this last night, but… it wasn’t this bad.

You don’t do sick. It’s not on your itinerary… ever. And the fact that you are, and you’re left feeling useless while your friends have deserted you to go on this hunt, which, to put into perspective, you were kind of looking forward to. Like, you put just as much work in as everyone else but as the female and therefore naturally nurturing member of the group, (AKA Dean wanted to talk to the hot mom) you ended up talking to the victim’s nephew who just so happened to be recovering from a ‘tummy bug’ as he so innocently put it.

You are so gonna pass this onto Sam and Dean when you get the chance.

You’re pondering whether or not you could infect an angel when you – speak of the devil, no pun intended – hear a flap of wings outside the bathroom door. You kicked it halfway closed, but anyone can still see you sat on the floor in shorts and a giant-ass T-shirt that was probably Sam’s at one point, leaning on the sink.

“Cas?” You call weakly, wondering if he’s come to check on you or bring news or something.

“Incorrect.” The door opens further, revealing a different but familiar figure.

“Uh…?” You try to place the person in front of you – but the thing is, you meet a lot of people in a lot of places. Plus your brain is fuzzy as hell.

The man regards you with a kind of amusement, waiting for you to remember him.

Okay, Y/N. Think.

He’s definitely an angel.

Not him. Or her. No.

Where did they say they were going? Who were they meeting up with?

Right, that demon overlord guy.

This guy probably got sent by them.



He smiles amiably, nodding, “Y/N. Good to see you again.” He moves down to your level, regarding you critically, “You look like death.”

“I feel it.”

“Do you need help standing up?”

Just the thought of moving sends a wave of nausea through you but nonetheless, you refuse. You don’t need his help.

“I’m good.” You say, shaking your head. Clinging to the sink, you bring yourself to your feet. Your knees wobble and your legs shake and your head spins, but you’re determined not to need help.

You make it two steps, and  your legs give out.

Michael catches you easily, one arm around your waist and the other out in front, poised to stop you going forward. You groan, leaning into him as he slips an arm beneath your knees and picks you up, carrying you effortlessly back to bed.

“Thanks.” You mumble, burying yourself in the covers. Michael smiles amusedly.

“They said you’d be stubborn.”


“Your friends. And the angel.”

“The angel is my friend, too.” You say weakly, pulling the blanket up to your neck. The archangel sits down on the bed beside you, regarding you with a certain warmth.

“There it is,” He says quietly, “What sets you apart from the others.”


“You’re so… amiable. With everyone. Myself included – the Winchesters’ initial reaction was hostility; to try to hurt me. I’ll never forget you stood by that wall, just watching. Measuring out the situation.” He explains, “And you were polite – much more desirable than they were.”

“Is that a compliment?”

“Maybe. In a strange way. Whether it is a compliment or not, it’s what keeps you alive in a world like yours.” He comments, watching as your eyelids droop. Struggling to stay awake, you frown at him.


“It was created for you.”

“Nonetheless, you’re down here.” You remind him, to which he chuckles.

“I suppose I am.” Michael agrees, “Get some sleep, Y/N. You’ll feel better when you wake up.”

You nod, before reaching out and grabbing his arm, “Will you… will you stay?”
He narrows his eyes at you for a moment, before nodding. Unlike you expected, he climbs in beside you and lets you lay your head on his chest, an arm draped around your shoulders. It’s surprisingly comfortable, and you melt into it.

“Sleep, Y/N.” He whispers, pressing a hand to your head.
It’s another three hours before the guys get back to the motel, confused as to why the archangel hadn’t reappeared. However, when they walk in, they find you fast asleep, still snuggled innocently into Michael while he reads something he’d picked up.

“Your friend is…”

“Clingy when she’s sick?” Dean suggests.

“You should see her drunk.” Sam adds.

“She’s worse when she’s sad.” Cas finishes, prompting a laugh from the archangel.

“Well, I was going to say cute. Whatever you’re going for.”

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From this request: Could you do a oneshot with all the spn angels (cas,gabe,bal,luci and michael) witha slightly depresed reader?



“You are sad.”

You turned and saw Castiel standing in your doorway. It had taken you a few months to get used to the angel popping in unexpectedly. But you now knew that Cas was always watching over you, his presence was always around.

“I’m fine, Cas.”

“No, you’re not.”

You sighed. It was very hard to hide anything from an angel. “Cas, it’s nothing. Please.”

Cas stepped forward, studying you. He gently laid a hand on your forehead. “Are you ill?”

“No, Cas.”

The angel continued to stare at you. “Would you tell me what’s wrong?”

You pulled your knees up to your chest. “I just… I’m feeling very small. Insignificant.”

Cas’ brow creased. “Y/N, you are small. All humans are. But you are not insignificant.” Cas sat next to you. “Humans… are very strong. You face so much pain and suffering but you continue to thrive.” Cas paused for a moment. “You have no idea how much the world has changed over the years. It has changed because of humans. You cannot see the change you are inflicting because it cannot be seen yet. But I promise you, you are important. And…”

You turned to Cas, wondering where he was going with this.

Cas sighed. “You are important, Y/N. You are important to the world and… to me.”



“Hey, sweet stuff!” Gabriel said, popping into your room.

You wrapped your blanket tighter around you, watching him. “What are you doing, Gabriel?”

“I was in the neighborhood and I decided to stop by that delicious donut shop. And I thought to myself ‘you know who loves donuts almost as much as me? Y/N!’. So I bought a baker’s dozen and popped on over to share this delicious snack with you.”

You stared at the large pink box in Gabriel’s hand. You could smell the sugary sweetness of the donuts and hated your stomach for growling. “No, thanks.”

Gabriel cocked his head to the side. “Why not? You’re always down for snack time with me.”

“That’s the problem,” you mumbled.

Gabriel came over and sat down on the bed next to you. “What’s wrong, sugar pie?”

You shook your head.

“Come on, sweetheart. Tell Gabe what’s wrong.”

“I’m… I’ve put on a lot of weight recently and I just… I’m not….”

Gabriel said nothing, simply stared at you. “Y/N, do you find yourself unattractive?”

You nodded. How could you be attractive with the muffin top you’d recently gained?

“Hey.” Gabriel popped himself under the covers, snuggling next to you. “You are beautiful, okay? Always. And a pretty girl like you deserves a donut.”

You watched as Gabriel opened the box. All the donuts inside looked delicious.

Gabriel reached inside and picked up a donut covered with sprinkles, your favorite. He held it in front of your face. “Here comes the choo-choo.”

“Gabriel, I’m not a little kid.”

“Would you rather have an airplane?”

You glared at the angel.

“Come on, Y/N. Please? One bite? For me?”

How could you deny those golden eyes? Slowly, you opened your mouth and took a nibble from the pastry. It practically melted on your tongue.

“There she is,” Gabriel said with a smile. “It’s good, isn’t it?”

“Just like always,” you said.



Balthazar watched as you slammed the door behind you, stomping your way into the kitchen. He silently followed after you and watched as you slammed the cabinets, searching for any and all snack foods.

“Rough day, sweetheart?”

“I don’t know how much more of this I can take,” you said, ripping open a package of cookies. “I work for a bunch of assholes and when I try to point out their mistakes, to you know, save us some time and make sure things get done correctly, I’m the asshole. And then when things do go wrong, I get blamed.”

“I’ve told you numerous times you should quit, darling. You’re unhappy there.”

“I know, but I can’t just quit. Then what would I do?”

“You could let me take care of you.” Balthazar took a step over to you. “You know I can do it.”

“I know. I just… don’t want to take advantage of you.”

“You’re not, darling. This is what I want.”

You nodded. “I know. I know. You keep telling me.”


“I’ll think about it.”

Balthazar smiled at you, stepping forward. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. “That’s all I ask.”



You’d been spending a lot of time in bed recently. You just… couldn’t find it in you to give any effort to anything.

Lucifer noticed. He tried his best to get you up and out. You would go with him but the spark was out of your eyes, the light was out of your smile.

And so Lucifer decided to switch tactics. He curled up around you, his figure wrapped around you.

“Lucifer, what are you doing?”


You rolled over, your eyes meeting Lucifer’s. “No, really, what are you doing?”

“Look, Y/N. I don’t know what’s going on with you and… I’m not sure you do, either. But that’s okay. I’m here for you and I will be here for as long as you need. We’ll get through this together, okay?”

You didn’t know what to do. You were so thankful for Lucifer. You snuggled closer to him, your head resting on his chest. Lucifer wrapped his arms tighter around you and pressed a kiss to your head.



Michael watched as you drifted about your daily life.

Something was wrong.

He watched as you repeated your motions every day—getting up, going to work, going to sleep. Each day, you seemed to droop a little more than the previous.

One day, he waited for you to come through the door, ready to surprise you.

Surprise you he did.

“Um… what are you doing?” you asked, looking at Michael.

“Come on. We’re leaving.”

“Leaving? Going where?”

Michael grabbed your hand and before you could say anything more, the two of you poofed away.

When you landed, you looked around. You were standing on a beach, the sun setting on the horizon. The air was warm and smelled like citrus and flowers. The sound of the waves was calming.

“Michael… what are we doing?”

“You needed a vacation, Y/N. You needed to get away from your everyday life. It was driving you mad.”

You stared out over the ocean, watching the sky turn pink, orange, purple. It was beautiful.

“We can stay as long as you want. As long as you need,” Michael said, squeezing your hand.

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Requested by Anon & @wewillfindanewtomorrow
Michael X Reader X Isaiah (Best Friend) ft. Jealousy.
Warnings: Fluff, Angst.
Side note: I fucking hate the name Isaiah after writing this. I’ve never had to retype the spelling of a name so much in my life.
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“(Y/N), you’re going to die an old spinster. I guarantee it!” Isaiah shouted across the table, several of the other brummie lads and girls laughed and continued drinking - including Michael.

It was the first day of “Summer” in Birmingham and the three of you were enjoying the night bar-hopping. Other young Peaky recruits joined as well as their girls and a handful of girls who wanted a Peaky man for herself.

Isaiah and Michael were keenly aware of the attention they were receiving, as were you. You scarcely received any attention from any man or boy whenever you kept the company of your two best friends. No one even dared looking at you, except for a few. You were a Peaky girl - whether you were coupled with a Blinder or not.

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Nobody But You

Pairing: Michael x Reader
Warnings: None 
Word Count: 1254
Request: “Could I request a fluffy Michael x Reader where they like each other but won’t admit it so Sam, Dean, Cas and Gabriel keep flirting with her to make Michael jealous so he’ll finally admit his feelings?” by anonymous.

If there was one thing you hated, it was sudden silence whenever you walked in a room - especially when the people that went silent were close friends. It left a heavy feeling in your gut, as if something was off. As if, perhaps, there might’ve been something you weren’t supposed to overhear. Which is exactly the feeling you got when you walked in on a rather peculiar scene: two hunters and three angels, all grouped together in conversation. To anyone else, it might’ve seemed like they were scheming about something. To you, it seemed like a good reason to get the hell out of dodge.

As soon as you walked into the Bunker’s common room, Sam, Dean, Castiel, Gabriel, and Michael all halted whatever hushed conversation they were in the middle of and turned to stare at you. Sam and Dean glanced at each other, both looking rather smug. Castiel was obviously nervous while Gabriel looked just as smug as Sam and Dean. Michael, on the other hand…well, Michael just looked frustrated - which automatically prompted your suspicion.

“Uh…hey, guys,” you spoke, your tone dripping with your obvious discomfort at having all eyes on you. None of them seemed willing to talk, but you couldn’t tell if it was serious. Before you walked in, they only sounded frustrated - and maybe amused? “What’s going on?”

Gabriel glanced at the boys before making his way over to you. Wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you towards the group, he spoke all too cheerily. “Nothin’, sweetheart. Has anyone told you how amazing you look today?”

You glanced at your outfit: jeans and a blue plaid shirt over an old shirt - your usual outfit and certainly nothing special. Gabriel’s sudden compliment left you confused given he was never one to be so blunt. “Thanks? You sure you’re feeling okay?”

“Never better,” he grinned. “In fact, I’m feeling peachy. Hey, Cassie - whaddya think? Y/N here lookin’ good?”

“She looks…beautiful,” Cas replied, a slight tinge of red coloring his cheeks. Although he sounded sincere, you couldn’t help but feel the compliment was forced.

Dean pulled you away from Gabriel’s embrace and between him and Sam. You glanced between the two of them, unsure of what exactly they were playing at. “I’ve never seen a more gorgeous person,” Dean smirked. “Y/N, we really oughta go out some time.”

Before you could reply, Sam had cut in. “You know Dean, I really think Y/N would prefer me - I mean, I’d take ‘em out on an actual date. Y’know, to a real restaurant and everything, not some local burger-and-fries diner.”

“Thanks, guys, but really -”

“Oh, no,” Dean chuckled. “You are totally not their type - isn’t he, Y/N? You’d go for the brave, leader type - and Sam’s definitely not that.”

Sam rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms arrogantly across his chest. “Say what you want but they’d want someone who can sweep them off their feet and still give them a challenge. You’re too predictable, Dean.”

Gabriel pushed Sam and Dean out of the way and wrapped his arms around you once more. “You guys are idiots - none of you know how to have any real fun. Y/N would want someone with a flair for adventure.”

“Really, guys, thanks, but I still don’t get what’s going on,” you interrupted hastily, before anyone could talk over you again.

“We’re just pining for your attention,” Gabriel smirked. “After all, not all of us are brave enough to -”

There was a loud slam that caused all five of you to jump when you noticed Michael had gone missing from the room. You pondered the fact that he could’ve been the one to storm out, but you didn’t understand why - not that you were understanding anything that was going on.

“That’s your cue,” Dean nudged you. “Go after him, kiddo.”

“Wait, what?” You sputtered, looking between the four of them. “What the hell is going on?”

Dean rolled his eyes. “You’d find out if you went after him. Hurry, before he poofs outta here.”

You glared at him, but nonetheless quickly jogged out of the room and into one of the Bunker’s many hallways. Michael was only a short length down the hall and it didn’t take you very long to reach him. He was visibly fuming and more angry than you had seen him in a while. His brilliant green eyes avoided yours as you stood in front of him.

“Hey, you okay?”

“They are all very childish,” he replied curtly. “I am sorry you had to see me storm out as I did; that was rude of me.”

“It’s fine,” you consoled. “I just wanted to make sure everything was okay.”

“I’m truly fine, Y/N. Thank you for being concerned,” Michael smiled lightly.

“Right…” you replied. “You wouldn’t happen to know what they were doing back there, would you? I mean, that was pretty unusual.”

“They were trying to make me jealous,” he replied bluntly, if not somewhat detached. “It worked.”

You gaped at him, convinced that you must’ve misheard. “Wait…that was all an attempt to make you jealous?”

“Yes, it seems that way,” he sighed. “I apologize if this makes you uncomfortable -”

“No, Michael, this is great news!” You exclaimed happily, unable to contain your smile.

“It is?” He glanced at you in confusion.

“C’mon, you’re an archangel - you should be able to tell,” you teased him. When he didn’t reply, you sighed. “It’s a good thing that you got jealous. Well, maybe not good, but otherwise I would’ve never found out…anyway, the point is, I like you. A lot.”

“I wasn’t aware,” Michael smiled. “Well, actually, I refused to believe it no matter how much Sam and Dean and my brothers tried to convince me. I refused to believe that someone as perfect and incredible as you would take interest in an angel.”

“See, that’s our problem,” you quipped. “Both of us never thought the other would fall. I never thought an angel - an archangel, at that - would like a measly human like me.”

“You are not just a ‘measly human’ to me, Y/N,” Michael replied, suddenly serious. “You are perfect. Brave, kind, funny, selfless - there are so many positive things I could carry on about but in the end it all amounts to who you are. There is nobody but you that I would ever want. I am sorry I waited so long to say something.”

“That was sweet, Michael,” you replied as you stepped closer to the eldest archangel. “And you are the only one I could ever want.”

Closing the distance between the two of you, you gently pressed your lips to his. Michael relaxed against you as he deepened the kiss, cupping the back of your head in one hand and keeping his hand other on your waist. You locked your hands together behind his neck, trying not to smile at the feeling of his soft lips against yours. It was a moment you had been hoping for but never brave enough to try. What seemed like minutes later but was actually only seconds, you pulled away, keeping your gaze on his. “That was….”

“Extraordinary,” Michael completed. “Does this mean we are a couple?”

“Would you like us to be?”

“Of course,” he replied confidently. “As long as you do.”

“Yes, Michael,” you laughed. “Of course I do.”

Angry Arzaylea // l.h

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Requested: yes

Pairing: Luke x Reader

Description: Y/N is getting more and more pissed off with Arzaylea since she keeps flirting with her boyfriend. So one time her anger just boils over.

You slammed the door open to find an unpleasant scene in Luke’s living room. Fuck, it sucked dating a celebrity. The whole management was sitting around the table as well as the band, Hey Violet and that bitch Arzaylea. You sighed as all their heads turned to you, and you threw your purse to the floor. Luke met you with a wide grin, but as he tried to kiss you, you turned around and gave him the cheek before mumbling “I’ve had a rough day, I gotta sleep”.

“Hi, Y/N!” Calum yelled from the couch as you were already heading upstairs. He was sitting lazily with his feet on the coffee table.

“Fuck off, Cal! And feet down the table!” You shouted and closed the bedroom door with a bang before passing out on the bed.

You didn’t know how long you had been sleeping, but as you walked down in the living room the discussion was still going on.

“Luke’s already fake-dating someone, why do I have to do it?” Michael screamed and pointed to you at the stairs. You leant against the wall, watching how the management ensured Michael it was only for a couple of months before he could break up with his fake-girlfriend. Luke was sitting beside Arzaylea, who was sitting with knee-high boots and her phone in her hand, chewing away some poor gum. You listened intensely at the bottom of the stairs, as nobody but Michael noticed you. It wasn’t like you were hiding - it was just only Michael who took his time to look up at you and smile.

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Requested Imagines & Oneshots

Thomas Shelby

-Telling Tommy you’re pregnant.

-Tommy trying to impress/date shy reader.

-Imagine Tommy and Reader fight, wall punching and make-up fluff ensues. 

-Imagine Tommy and Reader fight, wall punching and make-up fluff ensues.  (PART 2)

-FWB relationship with Tommy, Reader breaks it off as she ends up in love with him. (Includes Smut).

-Imagine Tommy saves Reader from Kimber and confesses his feelings for her.

-Imagine Tommy going off to war and Reader is his girlfriend.

-Reader storms off after a fight with Tommy and is found & brought back by a brotherly Arthur to a very worried/angry Tommy. (Includes Smut).

-Reader joins/comforts Tommy in bath. (Includes Smut).

-Reader doesn’t know she is pregnant until she miscarries, doesn’t tell Tommy.

-Reader is kidnapped and hurt. Tommy finds her and rescues her.

-Reader is being beat up; Thomas finds her & comforts her. (COMING SOON)

-Thomas Shelby X Maid Reader fluff. (COMING SOON)

-Thomas Shelby & Reader who is his Daughter. (COMING SOON).

-Tommy falls in love with blind Reader.

-Thomas announces his wedding, Reader confronts him. (COMING SOON)

John Shelby

-John marries childhood sweetheart instead of Esme.

-Grace’s younger sister who is pregnant with John’s child and is scared to tell him.

-Grace’s younger sister who is pregnant with John’s child and is scared to tell him. (PART 2)

-John Shelby X Reader (nonspecific plot). (Smut).

-Comforting and helping John change his behavior after the train incident effects him.

-John comforts Reader when insecurities come through. (COMING SOON).

-Reader comforts John when he has a nightmare.

Arthur Shelby

-Imagine calming Arthur down after he kills the boy in the boxing ring.

-Reader and Arthur are engaged while Reader deals with Arthur’s volatile behavior after the war.

-Reader is pregnant before Arthur goes off to war, Arthur meets baby girl when he comes home. (Reunion)

-Arthur loses it, Reader comforts him. (COMING SOON).

Finn Shelby

-Imagine Finn unknowingly has a crush on/loves the Reader, gets jealous when Michael flirts with Reader.

-Finn X Reader fluff. (nonspecific plot).  


-John’s daughter (Reader) X Isaiah pregnancy announcement.

-Reader & Isaiah confess their affection for one another by mistake. (COMING SOON).

Michael Gray

-Michael talks to pregnant Reader’s belly/baby.

-Imagine Michael and Reader argue because of how distant he is - he’s just trying to keep Reader safe and away from the priest. Makeup fluff ensues. (COMING SOON).

-Reader cleans Michaels wounds. (COMING SOON).

-Michael X Reader X Isaiah Jealousy.

-Michael Gray X Reader (nonspecific plot) (Smut).

Alfie Solomon

-Reader is a Shelby and is in a secret relationship with Alfie - caught by John & Arthur.

-Reader is a Shelby and is in a (not-so) secret relationship with Alfie. (Two requests-in-one) (PART 2).

-Alfie X Reader (nonspecific plot) (Smut).


“Look at me - just breathe, okay?” W/Thomas Shelby

“Please, come get me.” W/Michael Gray

“I’m sick of being USELESS.” “You’re not useless.” W/Thomas Shelby

“Please come get me.” W/Thomas Shelby

“Oh my God! You’re in love with her!” W/Finn Shelby

“Who gave you that black eye?!” W/Thomas Shelby

“I want to go back to before….” W/Alfie Solomons

“You know, it hurt when I realized that you’re not in love with me. But nothing can compare to the pain I felt when I saw you fall in love with her.” W/John Shelby

“Please, don’t give up on me.” W/Alfie Solomons

“I’ve been in love with you my entire life.” W/Arthur Shelby

Title: Breakfast

Warnings: Swearing, probably

Request: I think the requests are still open since it’s before midnight! If they are will you do a Michael Latta one where you’re friends with him and Tom Wilson and you have a crush on Tom but you see him with another girl so Michael comforts you and ends up kissing you? If you’ve closed requests then I’m so sorry and you can totally ignore this message!! I hope you have a good night! ❤

Note: Love it? Hate it? Let me know either way.

Links: My Master List  and My Current Requests

Your heart plummeted to your stomach, watching as Tom wrapped his arm around yet another girl, smiling at her with lust in his eyes. After all this time, why couldn’t he see that you were right there? The longer you knew him, the more you realized that you would never be the girl getting that look. It stung, a lot, but it didn’t stop you from pining after him.

“(Y/N). Snap out of it.” Michael said, returning from the bar and handing you a drink. “You really have to let it go.” he said with a scowl, his gaze following yours to Tom, watching as he pulled her onto the dance floor.

“Am I not pretty enough? Not fun enough?” you sighed, swirling the straw through your drink. “What did I do to get myself permanently locked in the friendzone?”

“He’s my best friend, you know that, but sometimes he’s blind. You’re beautiful and fun. You didn’t do anything. It’s Tom’s loss.” he replied, resting a heavy hand on your shoulder.

“Thanks.” you muttered, unconvinced. You’d been friends with Michael as long as you’d been friends with Tom. He was the first one to notice your crush on Tom and had agreed to keep it a secret at your request.

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SPN Characters

Lucifer x Reader

Soulmates with the Devil | The Devils One and Only | Forgiveness For the Devil | The Devil’s Baby (more to come)


Mark Pellegrino x Reader

Affliction | Comatose | Awakening | Recovered (more to come)

Jared Padalecki x Reader

A New Beginning (more to come)

Rob Benedict x Reader

My Savior | Reservations | Bad News | Funeral | Celebration | The Bar (more to come)


Dean x Reader

Dean? Or Not? | Forever and Always (finished)

Professor!Rob Benedict x Reader

Yes, Professor | Wrongful Love | All That Matters


SPN Characters

Dean x Reader

Best Friends with Benefits

You’ve Always Had Me, Dean

Never Piss Off A Female Hunter

Sam x Reader

Always Remember

Perks of Being God’s Sister


Cas x Reader

Dear God

Peace of Mind


God!Chuck x Reader

Oh Chuck, My Chuck

I Think I’d Like Another Round

Everything I’ve Ever Wanted


Happy Fourth of July

God Loves Tattoos And Piercings

Lucifer x Reader

Surprise! Luci Remembered.


Until the End

Devil in the Flesh

I’ve Got You

Gabriel x Reader

Never Underestimate A Hunter

God!Chuck x Lucifer x Reader

Heaven and Hell

Michael x Reader

Fondness From Within

Rowena x Reader

Girl’s Day Out

Sam x Reader x Lucifer


Gadreel!Sam x Reader x Dean

Flash of Blue

Charlie x Reader x Team Free Will

Hard Times

Cas x Reader x Dean

A Close Call


Rob Benedict x Reader

A Long Time Coming

Los Angeles Love

Richard Speight Jr x Reader


Misha x Reader


Mark Pellegrino x Reader

Small Town Girl, Living in a Big Con World

Misha x Rob x Reader

Eiffel Tower of Lust

Jensen x Jared x Misha x Richard x Reader

I’ll Be Okay


Chuck x Reader


Supernatural/Doctor Who

Dean x Reader x The Doctor


Supernatural/The Walking Dead

Negan x Reader

I Don’t Think We’re In Kansas Anymore | The Truth Revealed



Next parts will be coming in the near future

Come with me - Michael Gray

Summary: Ever since Tommy came and told Michael who his biological family was, things haven’t been the same between you both. Every week he comes to meet you, in the meadow near his old town, where you both spend some time together. But over time the meetings become less frequent and you find yourself missing him more and more. 

A/N: Sorry, I got a little carried away with this. I just thought of the idea today and I wasn’t quite sure where I was going with it, but I hope you enjoy! 

Gif by me 

You decided to sit just outside the line of trees, hidden among the tall grass. It was your usual spot to meet, the linen sheet still laid out from the last time you were here. It was a warm Sunday afternoon and you were wearing a lightweight cotton dress- just above your knee- with a matching ribbon in your pristinely pinned hair.

Your meetings were becoming less frequent ever since Henry’s (or should you say Michael’s) biological family came looking for him. He promised he would always come back to you, but with his new life came new responsibilities and more reasons not to see you. Although, you tried your best to be happy for him, knowing he was never satisfied with the small town life he had here.

You waited almost an hour before you realised that he wouldn’t be showing; the sun had already begun to take its effect on the basket of food you brought with you. You were readying to leave when a low rumbling noise made you pause. With your hand you shaded your eyes from the sun, peering down at the road to see a car heading towards you.

Smiling giddily, you ran down the small hill towards him as he parked the car just off the side of the road. Almost knocking him to the ground, you wrapped your legs around his hips, bringing your arms up to his neck and kissing him. Chuckling against your mouth, he loosened your legs letting you slide down.

Placing your chin against his chest, you stared up at him, as he swiped some loose curls from your face.

“Hey,” he smiled.


After nibbling on ham sandwiches and forcing down a few gulps of the now warm milk, you sat with your head against Michael’s shoulder as he stroked your hair. Despite not seeing him in so long the silence was comforting, you didn’t have to say anything to prove how much you missed each other.

You lifted your head as Michael shifted to face you, a small smile playing on his lips. Burying his hand into his front pocket he pulled out a small silver tin, flipping the embroidered lid open with his thumb.

“Woah, wait… is that?”

“Drugs.” He answered, retrieving two small pills and throwing the tin to the side. Popping one into his mouth he swallowed dryly before gesturing for me to open mine.

“I don’t know…” I hesitated. “What if it doesn’t taste good?”

Throwing his head back, he let out a burst of laughter. “I’m offering you drugs and the one thing you’re worried about is how it tastes?”

Turning your head down, your cheeks warmed as you giggled.

“Here,” plucking on of the raspberries from its container, he placed the pill inside, licking the red liquid that now stained his fingers. “Open.”

Hesitating, you placed your tongue out slightly. The refreshing sweetness of the fruit hit your taste buds as you close your lips over his fingers, licking off the remaining taste as he slowly pulled them out.

“Better?” He muttered, tracing the line of your lips with his thumb.

Nodding, you leaned back against the blanket, looking up towards the clear sky. It had only been a few minutes but you could already feel the warm fuzzy effect it was having on you.

Michael remained staring down at you, his eyes hooded. He always thought you were very beautiful, especially now as you lay sprawled in the sun like a cat. He never regretted leaving the village- he fucking hated it- but he always found himself missing you. You both grew up together, your mother was friends with his and they always chatted about how they knew the both of you would marry one day. 

Leaning over he pinched the inside of your thigh where your dress had hiked up, revealing the top of your legs. Squeaking, you swatted it away, giving him a warning glare.

“You’ve always been ticklish.”

Without giving you a chance, he pinned you to the sheet with his legs, using his hands to squeeze and prod at your hips. Tossing your head back you let out a fit of giggling shrieks as you tried to shift from underneath him.

“Stop- Michael!” You were both panting when he finally stopped.

You were both extremely close to one another now, your faces inches apart. Shifting your head slightly you poked your nose against his, causing him to finally close the gap and place his lips against yours.

Your back arched, stomach grazing his as you pulled him closer to you, deepening the kiss.

Pulling away, Michael brushed your cheek, pecking your swollen lips one last time before sitting up and placing his forearms across his knees as he sat facing away from you.

Lifting yourself up, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, kissing his clothed shoulder.

“What is it?” you whispered, leaning your cheek against his back.

He was silent for so long you almost forgot you even asked him a question, focusing on the relaxing movements of his back slowly rising up and down.

“Come with me,” he muttered.


“Come back with me.”

You were stunned for a moment, pushing away from him as your brows furrowed.

“Michael, I can’t-”

Suddenly, he turned to face you, his eyes pleading as he placed both hands on your face. “Come on, you know you’ve always hated it here! This small town was never good enough for us.”

Swallowing, you tried to grasp onto what exactly he was proposing.

“You wanted to go to London, right? I can take you. I have this life now… with opportunities and freedom to do whatever the fuck I want.” He smiled.

“But where would I stay, I couldn’t just intrude on your family like that.” You said doubtfully, shaking your head from his grasp. “Besides, I can’t just leave my mum on her own. It would kill her.”

“My biological mum- Polly, she will love you.” He encouraged.

Sighing, you swiped some hair back from your face. Of course, you wanted to go with him, but it wasn’t fair to just up and leave; your mother adored you, you were all she has.

Noticing the uncertainty on your face, he reached over and grasped your hand. “How about for the weekend? I can introduce you to my new family… then we can figure out some sort of arrangement.”

A smile tugged at your lips. This was what you wanted, deep down you knew that. You still wanted to be apart of his life.

“Okay.” You whispered.

“What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you-” he joked.

“Okay!” You shouted, laughing.

You both stared at each other, smiling contently as he slowly took your head in his hand and kissed you sweetly on the lips.  

You Don’t Own Me *smut*- Michael Gray

Request// Hi! Can I request a Michael Shelby imagine(a smut so if you aren’t comfortable with smut I completely understand!) where he cares for the reader so much he is overprotective and to prove to him that she can handle herself she dominates Michael? - @wewillfindanewtomorrow

*Oh yeah, this was a fun one and a great way to start off the PB week. If you want me to tag you for the prompts made in this week, just let me know! xoxox*


“You don’t have to protect me, Michael,” you nearly screamed. “I can protect myself!”

This had been the one argument you and Michael could never seem to settle. Ever since you had begun your job at the betting shop, Michael had become more protective over some of the silliest things. He didn’t want you working without him present or in on anything having to do with illegal business. He would hardly even let you step inside the Garrison if it wasn’t for a party or event.

He seemed to have forgotten that you were raised by a police officer and war hero. You being the only daughter he had not only came with the backlash of being constantly smothered by your brothers, but it also included training to defend yourself against any man who stood in your way. You weren’t raised like the other girls around you, but in a way you were happy with how things turned out. You’re father had taught you to be strong and never depend on a man.

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