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More Than Beneficial Part 3

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Michael Gray x Reader

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~warnings: fluff, angst, swearing, fighting, and crying.~

Prompt: You and Michael get into a fight.

A/N: This probably isn’t the best thing I have ever written but I’m honestly just trying to get back into the swing of things. Either way, I hope you enjoy it. I didn’t really know where to end it but the next part will probably be a Michael POV of getting the reader home and putting the reader to sleep. I still keep getting loads of followers, so welcome if you are new and thank you for all the support if you are a recurring reader. Feedback would be so much appreciated as I kind of feel like my account died and am feeling pretty unmotivated as of right now. Besides that thank you all for the likes/reblogs feel free to comment or send in a request. I have a prompt list floating around somewhere on my blog. (I’m pretty sure it’s tagged prompt list.) The next thing I’m thinking of writing is probably a smut of some kind. (One of the John requests I’ve received.) Okay, now I’m just rambling haha. I hope you all enjoy. Leave Feedback :)

Your body was pressed between the random man and a tall standing table, as you stared up at him. He was quite handsome and seemed like the business type. A kind guy with little to no dirt on him. The type of guy who worked a clean job, having not done a single illegal thing in his life. His name was Frank or Fred or something of that caliber, but it didn’t really matter. Too bad you didn’t aim for the nice and neat guys because this one seemed quite the catch. All you knew or cared about was that it was getting to Michael and that’s all you were looking to do. Your hand played at his arm as you made flirty conversation. Leading the conversation into one that allowed you to put your hands in his blonde hair. Complimenting him on his glassy blue eyes and his white-toothed grin. His words were smooth like a salesman but with the genuinity of a boy. You leaned up to whisper into the man’s ear looking across the room at Michael to see how much of his attention you had. Michael’s eyes didn’t move from you, observing your every move.

Within a few seconds, Michael was walking toward the two of you. Michael had this unwavering confidence, something you always found super alluring about him. If he was on edge he did a good job hiding it. He was fearless ever since he had become a more active member of the Peaky Blinders.

The man placed a kiss on your hand while he continued to talk sweet nothings to you. His hands moved to your hips as he gave you a twinkling smile. It wasn’t until when he felt Michael’s eyes on the two of you, that he shifted his focus to Michael.

“Did you need something?” The man questioned, not rudely but genuinely wanting to know what he wanted, looking at Michael who just stood leaning against the table you were pressed against.

“I’m Michael, nice to meet you.” He said suavely, lighting a new cigarette. Michael’s eyes looked straight into the man’s eyes, placing the new cigarette in between his lips.

“I’m Frank. Did you have-” Frank started.

“That’s nice!” Michael patronized, interrupting ‘Frank’ whose hands continued to play at your hips. Michael’s eyes moved from addressing Frank to addressing you. “Hey, can I talk to you for a moment?” Michael inquired quite smoothly.

“I don’t think we have anything to talk about Michael.” You slurred, not meanly but more playfully, still gazing up at Frank. You tried to regain Frank’s focus with devilish and wanting eye contact.

“I’m serious.” Michael broke his cool attitude, putting himself between you and Frank, forcing you to put your attention on Michael. You were honestly just trying to make Michael jealous but him getting upset and angry only stirred up some emotions.

“And you think I’m not?” You started getting quickly agitated. You got in Michael’s face forcing him to back up a bit.

“Is there a-” Frank started again.

“Shut up Frank.” Michael voiced, putting him in his place. He then turned to you, more pleadingly this time. “Come on, let’s go to the Side room. I -” He grabbed your wrist loosely about to pull you away from Frank. You shook your arm freeing it from his light grip.

“No! Why? So you can fuck me and then leave me when you’re done with me?” The words fell out of your mouth. Your voice got louder, attracting more attention from everyone around the bar, but you were too angry to notice. You stepped closer to Michael, tears started to form in your waterline, but you still laughed slightly at his boldness in even asking you such a question. “You Peaky boys think you run the fucking world. You find a dependable person, use them for what you see them good for, and then throw ‘em to the dogs. I don’t mean shit to you. So, don’t choose now to start acting like I do. I’m done with you, Michael Gray. So, leave me the fuck alone.” The customers that filled the bar gasped, laughed and hollered, each with their own reaction, probably depending on whether or not they knew Michael was a Blinder.

“Did you need-” Frank started to speak again.

“Shut up Frank!” You blurted in your drunken state, to which Frank cowered away a little. The bar’s silence caused you to look around to see everyone in the bar staring at you, the tiny, nicely dressed woman yelling her head off. Isaiah and Finn both looked at you with a kind of pity.

“I’m sorry.” you said more delicately realizing you almost made a grown man wee himself.

You sprinted out of the bar, into the dark streets of Birmingham, feeling embarrassed over the amount of drunken anger you let loose. The tears flowed hard now blurring your already drunkenly hazy vision. The alcohol forced itself out of your system. As you threw up outside of the bar, a pair of hands held your hair out of the way. Your body seemingly rejected the whiskey you put in it and you were too drained to deny the help.

You looked up to see it was Michael. With all the energy you had left you tried to push him away but he pulled you to him as you continued to thrash your hands against his chest. You fell apart, tears streaming down your face. Giving up you let Michael support you fully as you cried. Michael held you to him which was honestly the most caring thing he had done for you in a long time. Your anger dwindled with the continued release of tears. His hand combed through your hair trying to relax you. You two stayed in that position for quite some time until your body calmed down almost all of the way. The only sound that could be heard was muffled sound of the people in The Garrison who seemingly had no problem going back to their loud laughing and talking. The two of you didn’t move from that position standing close in the close to darkness and almost silent.

“Come on, I’ll carry you home. You are in no state to walk,” he said sheepishly, breaking the silence. He seemed to have let down his guard a bit acting a little more vulnerable. He looked into your eyes staring at you as if you were a broken baby bird.

“No. I’m fine.” you remarked trying to regain some composure. His hands loosened around you a little as you took a step backward away from him. You soon realized you were way too drunk to be rejecting the help as you stumbled on the unsteady and spinning world around you. You almost immediately lost balance tripping as Michael caught you. He looked at you as if to say ‘I told you so.’

“Fine.” you sighed looking up at him realizing you had no other choice if you actually wanted to make it home. Michael picked you up bridal style. He carried you in silence for awhile, glancing down at you every so often to see if you were okay. Your thoughts were kind of tangled and muddled still, presumably from the alcohol that had already gone to your brain.

You studied Michael’s features. He was wearing a nice tailored suit as Peaky men usually do. He had the most beautiful jawline and facial structure. There was a small bruise on the underside of his jaw probably from a fight. His lips were rosy and looked slightly rough. He had the cutest nose, although you would never tell him in fear of hurting his masculinity.

“You have the prettiest eyes,” you mumbled. ‘Did I really just say that out loud?’ Your face must have shown some sort of regret over your words because he laughed and then tried to respond to you reassuringly.

“Well, I’m glad that opinion you have is still intact. You’ve told me that before one time after we were done... uh...” he stuttered unsure how to word it, making you laugh.

“You know they say if you can’t say sex you shouldn’t be having it.” you stated matter of factly, now making him laugh.

“Yeah? Well, I’m in the presence of a lady and who is the ‘they’?” he asked probably poking fun at your drunkenness.

“I don’t know, people.” you worded not having any other answer come to mind.

“Oh really? Must be some important people.” he laughed at your drunken answer.

“Damnit.” you mumbled, switching the conversation topic. “I promised to have a good time tonight…” you whined slightly resembling how a child would show upsetness.

“You mean screaming your head off at me wasn’t any more fun for you than it was for me?” he replied making you giggle. “Is that seriously what you are worried about?” he said still laughing.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean some of the stuff that I said.” he just nodded at your words expressing his forgiveness with a smile.

“You are forgiven. We can talk about it more when you’re sober.” he laughed, not wanting to say it is okay.

After another long pause of silence, you spoke up. “You wanted to speak to me earlier. What about?” You felt his heart speed up a bit over your question.

“Oh… Don’t worry about it. What I want to tell you, I actually want you to remember. So, we’ll keep that for another time, yeah?” he smiled, making you smile too.

“Is there anything we can talk about?” you giggled glancing up at him.

“Anything you think you won't regret saying is fair game, but I think there is a lapse of judgment in that park for the time being. So… no, I guess not.” he continued laughing at your over-dramatic sigh to the statement that basically meant you would have to stay in silence.

“Spoilsport!” you called him jokingly, implying he was ruining the fun.

You were quite confused with your thoughts, being upset with Michael in the bar, smiling at him now and then wanting to shag him all the while. Too many of those feelings contradict to all be correct. What was going on? He said no emotions to which you agreed to. Why were you still upset anyway? You certainly have no right to be. You had told yourself you were over him but you now knew that was not true.

“Poor Frank…” you finally said, thinking again about your actions.

“Poor Frank’ is right.” Michael chuckled “Poor man about peed himself when you yelled at him.”

“Don’t put it all on me you were teasing him too.” You evened out the blame. “I’m Frank.’ ‘That’s Nice!” you mimicked their interaction in the bar.

“He’s a big boy, he can learn to move on from all the verbal abuse we put him through. Plus, he was in Peaky territory. You can’t just-” he started.

“Half of England is Peaky territory.” you interjected, speaking matter-of-factly.

“That’s beside the point. If he wanted a life of peaches and rainbows he should be in America or something. And he-” he continued rambling.

“I hear America is just as bad, if not worse.” you cut in again.

“You become a smart-ass and quite a handful when you’re drunk. You know that?” he chuckled locking eyes with you again.

“Well, seeing as you are holding me right now I would agree I’m quite a handful. Although, I’m not so sure about the smart-ass thing.” you spoke, your eyelids grew heavy as the conversation started to close.

“Thank you for proving my point on both.” he played, speaking almost as if you had said it.

“Cheeky Bastard.” you taunted, yawning, and closing your eyes.

“Smart-ass.” he taunted back and returning your laughter with some of his own.

You slowly started to drift to sleep in his arms. The darkness welcomed you, lulling you further and urging you to sleep. You fell asleep listening to the sound of Michael’s calm heartbeats through his shirt. Michael smiled down at you, pleased with the nice conversation that took place.

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