Periods

Periods

Request: alfie solomons x reader imagines where reader is on her period? also one for john?

Warnings: none, periods are a normal thing.

Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for eight fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

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Alfie Solomons:

➳ Him wanting you to stay in bed:

“Alfie, you know I can’t!” you sighed.          

“Well, I’m going to call your boss and he will fucking accept because he’s a good man, innit?” he said, spreading his arms for you to take refuge there while an amused smile stretched his plump lips

“No, because he’s afraid of Alfie Solomons and his dreadful Jewish gang.”

“That’s fantastic, you can rest whenever you want, pet.”

You shook your head, hopeless and complied to his wish if it reassured him…

➳ He asked Cyril to take care of you even if he’s just a dog…

“Look, I need you to watch over her when I’m not at home. Alright, mate?”

“Woof!”

“Yeah, of course, you will have your reward.”

➳ He was used to periods, thanks to his sisters. So, knowing you were on your period or that you stained the bed sheets, it has never disgusted or surprised him. He was cool with that.

➳ Sometimes, he asked advices to his sisters and his mother:

“So, what stops the pain, Ima?”

“Giving me grandchildren, Alfred. It works every time and for nine months.”

➳ Putting hot clothes on your stomach to ease with the cramps and telling your stories about his childhood to distract you from the pain. Then, he asked you about having children, joking about the fact you won’t bleed from your vagina during nine months, which led you to slap him on his shoulder.

➳ Baking your favorite pastries when he came back home because he knew how much you were greedy on your period, but also you always said he had golden hands.

John Shelby:

➳ “I’m dying John, I swear!” you yelled after he teased you about being a weak woman. Nope, this month Mother Nature was so harsh with you, that is was intolerable.

➳ You kept massaging your tummy to help with the cramps and you just wanted to sleep, whereas all the kids were shouting or fighting over something, as always. “JOHN FUCKING SHELBY solve your children problem or I will break your neck!” Yep, it was harsh, but you still loved his kids and he knew it.

➳ Even if he liked mocking you, when he saw you were in a really bad shape, he silenced the kids so that you could sleep without being disturbed.

➳ “Shit, I didn’t impregnate you this month!”

“And if you do, I will cut your balls and feed the dog with them.” You responded, curled on yourself. “Six children are already a lot. We don’t need more.”

“But we don’t have one together…” he murmured, dropping kisses on your neck.

Sure, you wanted kids, but you preferred to wait. So, you contented yourself with having your period.

(A/n: in this one, Esme died, not John. That’s why they are already six kids, not four.)

➳ John was literally a rabbit, not having sex for almost a week was hard for him, especially if you were physically close to him. So there were a lot of displays of affection at home, in bed, which led to jerk him off.

➳ Making him massage your ovaries to calm them, to ease your mood.

➳ “John..?” you called in the darkness of the night before you turned on the bedside light. “John, wake up!” you startled him and he looked at you with narrow eyes, not fully awake.

“What do you want eh? It’s 3 a.m.!”

“I want chocolate.”

“What?”

“I want chocolate!” you repeated.

“Can’t you move your ass to the kitchen?” he questioned, fixing his gaze on you.

“It was my nice request for you to move to change the sheets because I’m swimming in a pool of blood.” You explained with a smile, seeing him grimace.

“You still want the chocolate?” he asked nicely before he stole you a kiss.

Yeah, you had your way to soften that man.

Sex or more? (Michael Gray x reader)

Request: Hi!! I was wondering if u could do a michael gray x reader where she has become his secretary and has a crush on her. Polly knows that she likes him back and thinks that michael only wants her to fuck so she scares her but michael finds out, looks for her and brings her back ??? Thanks!!💘💘

Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for eight fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

+ I know it’s not by best work, but I’m so tired ‘cause when I’m posting this, it’s very laaaaate in France. x)

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➳  You became Michael Gray's secretary about two months ago, some of your relatives weren’t as enthusiastic as you, but you didn’t care. It was your first real job and it couldn’t have been better, Shelby Company Ltd paid its secretaries quite well. So why would you refuse? Not to mention that your young boss was someone nice and pretty to look at... You couldn’t lie to yourself and tell you that working with him was unpleasant.

➳  Crushing on him so hard and blush every time he flirts with you. Your salary increased, without knowing why, but you never asked too many questions.

➳  He started to walk you home every night, so you learnt to discover each other until he invited you to go out with him some evenings, but it never really was a date.

➳ Finally, he settled a date, it was romantic and classy. It was the best night of your life, and that's how you understood that you liked him, except that you weren’t aware that the feeling was shared. After all, lately Michael had caught the reputation of a skirt-chaser...

➳ However, Michael was genuine, even though you didn’t notice. On the other hand, everyone around you saw very well that you crushed on Michael since you have never been talented to hide your feelings. And if everyone had noticed, Polly was one of the first to have seen it...

➳ Polly fucking Shelby. By talking to her, you ended up discovering that she had supernatural gifts and that she was able to discover a lot of things that were sometimes impossible. So, in the late afternoon, when she came into Michael's office while he was away, you felt something fishy was happening. Unfortunately, you weren’t wrong…

"Yes, Mrs. Gray? What can I do for you? Michael is not here."

"I came for you. I will be very clear with you: I know you love my son."

➳ You looked at her as if you hadn’t shit for weeks, your face lost all its colors and you became very nervous, unable to hold in place.

"Excuse me?”  

"Don’t play the girl who doesn’t know what I'm talking about, it's cliché. Look, you're not a bad girl and you don’t deserve that, but you have to know... Michael just wants to fuck you."

Agape, you looked in her eyes to see if she was joking, but when you realized that she was serious and you looked away as your sight blurred. You wanted to cry, except that you were holding back to not lose your credibility with Polly.

➳ No longer able to hold you back, you storm out of the office and return to your home without a word. What said this woman had hurt you in the depths of your being and you didn’t know what to do. The worst thing is that you believed her.

➳ When Michael came back to the office, there wasn’t the slightest trace of you, he decided to call you, but when you got down and his voice began to reach you, you hung up immediately. This worried him and started to question his anterior actions, which is why he went to ask his mother if she knew something.

"Mom, why Y/N isn’t here?” He asked, credulous.

"I told her the truth.” She replied, smoking a cigarette while she read some papers.

"What truth, damn it?!"

"That you just want to have sex with her. I don’t want this non-reciprocal feelings to affect her work before it's too late to go back."

"WHAT?! It's ridiculous!” He shouted, angrily.

➳ He left and drove to your house before knocking on your door and calling from outside. He climbed the gutter to reach your window, which he knocked on before discovering that your room was empty. Michael went down again and opened the front door. Once at your place, it’s on your balcony overlooking the outdoor courtyard that he found you back to him, sitting on one of the chairs.

"Y/N…"

"What are you doing here, Michael?” You questioned him without turning around, afraid he would see your red and wet eyes.

"I know what my mother told you and she’s wrong, although she says she can read people's intentions, see ghosts, and so on. I don’t particularly want to have sex with you even if you’re a very beautiful young woman. "

“So, what…?”

Finally, you dared to turn around and met his eyes, a beautiful smile stretched his kissable lips.

"I really like you. So, would you like to continue working for me and going out with me after work?"

How could you refuse?

Blow your brain (Michael Gray x reader)

Request: Hey! Could you write a michael x reader where the reader is a dancer at a cabaret they fall in love and when they are together her ex keeps bothering her and one day michael finds out her ex has beaten her up so he takes her to polly and makes a visit to the ex??????

Warnings: violence, blood

Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for eight fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

***

In your profession, you saw everything, including very stupid people. Many times you had to deal with disrespectful and sometimes violent men, but you always managed to get away with it and then, after all, the security people were there for that. You never went on adate with a client, at least until you met Michael.

It was love at first sight and even if you pushed him back a bit at the beginning, you couldn’t escape your feelings for a long time before you were completely infatuated with him and accepting dates. The formalization of your relationship was still recent, you were in couple for only a few months and yet, you've never felt so good in the arms of a man. None, except Michael Gray made you shudder just by touching you innocently, none managed to make your heart beat in your chest at the slightest kiss or made you blush at the slightest glance. In reality, he was the only exception. Yet, with your work as a cabaret dancer you have met hundreds of men, without ever one of them winning your heart.

Of course, Michael wasn’t your first serious relationship, you were with someone two years ago and it ended badly. Your ex-boyfriend was disrespectful to you as soon as he could, to his family and friends, even in your presence. If only it was the single thing... Except that it didn’t stop there, when he drank too much, in addition to insults and threats against you, sometimes he became violent. More than once, he failed to abuse you physically. You have ended up escaping him, to his greatest regret and your greatest happiness, but also for your freedom.

"What do you want, William?” You asked harshly. He showed up to the cabaret, late at night while the closing approached. Two years that you had not seen him, a year and a half that you felt safe; everything seemed to fall apart even if you didn’t show it.

"Did you really believe that...? Do you want me to remind you why I never wanted to see you again?” You responded calmly whereas your blood was boiling.

"Babe-"

"Don’t bloody call me babe! I'm not your girlfriend anymore and will never be again! "

He glared at me, but I did not move, keeping my arms crossed, being determined.

"You get out of here. End of the story.” You ordered, pointing fingers the exit.

You couldn’t imagine this psychopath would continue for a week and that one day he would wait for the closing of the cabaret and stay in the back, out of sight. Completely dressed, in a quite decent outfit, you would clutch your coat against yourself and hurry up to go home quickly. You weren’t stupid, a girl shouldn’t hang out in those corners after dark.

We always say that it only happens to the others. But above all, that we are part of these others and that there is no reason to be spared.

You only understood it when you were pushed to the ground. When you tried to get up, the fist of a man flew against your jaw, not strong enough to break it but he put enough strength to make you scream in pain and be banged up. It didn’t stop there. Another blow was carried to your nose, blood flowing from your nostrils. You couldn’t breathe anymore. A throbbing pain took your skull by storm. You didn’t have time to focus on the pain that a kick came to break one of your ribs. A blow in the stomach. You couldn’t breathe or move without being in agony. Although you managed to open your mouth, no sound escaped. The words were stuck in your throat. You were almost certain that you were about to bleed internally.

When the man stepped back, probably satisfied with his work, and he walked around your body, the faint light of the moon revealed his face. William. Of course... Who else? You closed your eyes to make him believe that you had just lost consciousness, betting on your talents as an actress, fearing he would start again.

His steps went away until you could not hear him anymore and you attempted to get up, without success. You were just falling back. Knees on the paved floor, hands resting on the wall, you tried again before you perceive this voice that reassured you so much…

"Y/N! What…? What happened to you?!” He exclaimed, panicked at seeing your condition.

He helped you to get up before carrying you like a bride. He decided to take you to a safe place, where you could be healed and rest without any fear. On the way, you managed to explain to him what happened even though your jaw and your belly hurt so badly. Never, ever, had you ever been able to see how much hate flowed in Michael's veins even though he was standing in front of you. His pupils were so dilated that it was difficult to see his gray/green orbs.

Once there, you understood that he had brought you to his mother's house. You hadn’t met her even though you had already passed once in front of her beautiful house. The reason? You were scared. Feared she would think you didn’t meet her expectations as a stepdaughter... This time, the question didn’t arise; you were in too bad shape. However, the pain became intolerable and to defend yourself, your body could only do one thing... Make you lose consciousness.

*

Michael had had very dark moments in his life: being snatched away from his mother, what Father Hughes had done to him during his childhood or when the Vendetta happened. When on the way you told him who did this to you, your ex-boyfriend, William, and you gave him the address of his apartment, the young Gray already had a plan in mind. Simple and efficient. So, when he went there, he broke down the door and roamed through the apartment.

The bastard slept peacefully in his bed, but that didn’t stop your current boyfriend from pulling him out of his sleep. Even before William knew what was going on, a well-placed blow fractured his jaw, then it was around his nose, his ribs, and his stomach. It was exactly the way he had hurt you. Except that he didn’t stop there, he planted a blade in the hand of the coward, then in his knee, making him scream in pain. Once his face and body were bleeding, satisfaction began to win Michael.

"Did you like to hurt her, bastard?"

"N-No..." William stammered, tears running down his cheeks.

"Repeat after me: I'm an asshole, weak and a coward. I will never touch a woman again, as well to strike her as to fuck her because I only deserve loneliness and to die in agony."

"What? No!"

"Alright..."

Michael took out the pistol he was hiding in his holster, removed the safety catch and pointed it between the other man's eyes.

"You will have deserved it..."

"No, no, no! I’m sorry!” He shouted, crying like a child before a liquid running down the floor was heard, then a smell of urine infested the air, mixing with the blood one.

"You're disgusting! You're not even a man, at the slightest threat you end up pissing on you.” Michael commented before putting his gun back in place and leaned over William. "Listen to me, if you start again and if you approach less than 55 yards of Y/N, this time it's as Peaky Blinders that I will blow your brain with a bullet on which will be inscribed your name. Understood?"

“Y-Yes… I u-under-understood…”

"Have a good night, pisser."

And it’s in these words that Michael has returned to your bedside, ready to take care of you.

The wrong path (Cillian Murphy x reader)

Request: Could I request a cillian x female reader one shot where the reader is a lot younger than him, like twenty years or something, so cillian is hesitant to make a move and he thinks the reader isn't into him but really they're hesitant because they have BPD

Warnings: Age gap/age difference, Borderline Personality Disorder (I’m not sure if it’s real respected or not, but I assume that no one will be able to explain the disease as well as a professional or a person who has the illness/deasease/trouble)

Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for eight fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

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Before him, you had never admired anyone. You admired him for his personality, his talent, his breathtaking beauty, you were able to admire him as a sculpture of Rodin. Perfection emanated from his body. You could only be receptive.

When his baby blue eyes were on you, your heart was melting. His freckles contrasted with the hardness of his high and sharp cheekbones. And those lips... Those lips that you wanted to kiss. You were infatuated with this man without him having to make the slightest effort. It wasn’t mere feelings. Yours were much stronger than the norm, those who almost took your heart off your chest and literally triggered butterflies in your stomach. His presence was amazing, he made you feel better and you had never felt so good in the presence of a man. Your emotions increased tenfold affecting your feelings for the man. This older man, this man who could be your father, this man just divorced and who has children just a few years younger than you. As his body began to age, yours had finished blooming.

That man who loved you too, but had no idea you had feelings for him. This man to whom you hid your passion for him. Each of your discussions were short, short and intense. It’s through these discussions that you have fallen in love with each other, through these discussions that you have hidden from him your darkest secret. A secret that you hated, that gnawed you, that leads your life and affects each of your relationships.

A whole weekend with him? Who could have thought? The idea didn’t make you nervous, it frightened you to the point of panicking. An anxiety attack before joining him at the rendezvous point and you put your mask on, you refused that people know this part of you. The disturbed mental part, would tell people who don’t understand the disease. Could he understand it? He was always mature and smart, but you didn’t want to lose him forever.

He came to pick you up by car, the trip went perfectly, your fear had immediately dissipated at the sight of the man, a real feeling of release. During the whole trip, you felt normal. Normal? What does this word mean? With or without Borderline Personality Disorder? Often you dodge this question.

His house and the garden were wide and it was a good thing, it would allow you to not always be with him in his house. Why did you accept? Your feelings had pushed you there and a part of you hoped something would happen between you two. After all, you would be home alone with him for two and a half days. Only, would you accept such a rapprochement without hesitation?

"Do you really want to impose your trouble to him? Cillian doesn’t deserve that..." you remembered thinking that.

Later, he invited you to the restaurant and you couldn’t say no. You were delighted as if he had just bought you a house in front the sea, you restrained yourself from exploding with joy, you just smiled and thanked him with a little hug. You wanted to kiss him, but it didn’t seem like a good idea. Gently, you realized that you were slipping on the wrong path, the one that separates friendship and love.

The meal went very well, now you waited for dessert and in the meantime, you left to go to the bathroom. It was during that time that Cillian took the opportunity to think about the situation. Try something or not? Your beauty hypnotized him, your kindness too, you were so adorable with everyone. Looking in your eyes, there was something he couldn’t decipher: a triumphant form of innocence over cracked foundations. You've never shown him a particular interest, you never have especially flirted with him and yet, you always agreed to see him and this weekend, you were there, with him, you would sleep in his house. Could you really agree to go out with a man 20 years older than you? Someone who was 42, who already has two sons aged 13 and 11? How could he, possibly, make you meet them? Actually, he didn’t care of the people’s staring, but he didn’t know if daring to make a move toward you was morally right. Perhaps you only saw him as a father? The idea made him shiver with disgust. He also knew very well that a girl your age wouldn’t have the same expectations as him.

When you came back to him, that beautiful smile stretching your lips, sparkling joy in your eyes, he knew he had to do something or give up. Although cliché, he saw an opportunity to offered to him when you finished your chocolate fondant, there was this light piece of cake at the corner of your lips. He leaned toward you as you watched him, intrigued and excited from the inside as he brought his face closer to yours, running his thumb to the corners of your mouth to remove the crumb. Finally, he gently put his lips on yours for a brief kiss, but it was enough to have the answer to his questions.

You blushed when he stepped back, but you wanted him to start again, you already miss the sensation of his hot lips against yours. You wanted to see again his beautiful and light freckles and his captivating iris. Yet, you didn’t know what to say, you wait for the man to speak. You were close to the point of no return. You were terribly afraid of losing him because he would regret his action or he was playing with you, that he made you wish a serious relationship like some men his age do with women much younger...

"I like you a lot, Y/N.” He confessed with a small smile, himself nervous. For how many years did he not seduce a woman? It was almost 22 years ago, he felt like a teenager again. And even if he played Thomas Shelby, a womanizer, it did not help much. After all, he was the kind to be shy.

"I can’t be with you, Cillian."

Cold, hard, you didn’t want to say it that way. Fear was already in your eyes. The state of nervousness didn’t exist for you. You also didn’t think this simple sentence could hurt him; this is one of the symptoms of your illness, you have trouble predicting the consequences of your actions. A symptom among many others who concerned you; the disruption of identity, in other words, often questioning yourself, not being able to analyze your own emotions clearly, to idealise (or devalue) the other, the constant fear that one plays with your feelings. At that moment, you were trying to protect yourself against the one you were idealizing.

"You don’t want or you can’t?"

The question was simple. You only had to repeat a part of the sentence. You closed your eyes a few moments and bit your bottom lip until you felt the taste of blood spread in your mouth.

"I can’t.” You ended up answering while your vision was blurred, you had tears in your eyes.

"Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.” You told yourself mentally.

"Y/N? What's the matter…?” He asked in a soft voice, anxious as he saw your eyes wet. "I don’t blame you, I just want to understand what's going on and why you can’t.” He added, placing his hand on yours before caressing her tenderly to reassure you.

"I can’t be with you because I'm not normal..." you answered with a trembling voice, looking down at your plate.

"Hey, don’t say that-"

"I assure you it's true, I'm not the kind of girl to be perfectly normal. You can’t be when you have borderline personality disorder..."

You put your hands on your face, it was a bit childish, but you didn’t want him to see you crying. Despite your illness, you were sufficiently aware of your symptoms, except that you couldn’t completely control them.

Cillian got up from his chair and went to kneel beside you, putting one hand on your knee and another on your shoulder that he was stroking. He knew this trouble a little, but he had never realized that you were touched by it. He knew what it represented, build a relationship with you would be delicate, but he wanted to try the adventure.

"It's not because you're borderline that you're not normal. It won’t my feelings for you."

You raised your head before giving him a slight smile and taking refuge in his arms, no matter how many eyes were on you at that time.

He knew perfectly well that the critics would be numerous: a great actor in a relationship with a 22 year young woman, borderline and not a celebrity. He already saw the titles and the insults that will come, always discreet about his private life.

But he wanted only one thing: your happiness together.

Hey, can u write an imagine or hc about being ada's bff and going to polly's, meeting michael??? He falls in love w her and takes her on a date and to a family meeting were he presents her as his girl

Yep! I’m going to write an headcannon about this! :)

ur last loki headcannon was wonderful, it is awesome that you took time to make ur research and be as accurate as possible, ur spanish is also real good!!!! ur such an amazing and commited writer like keep being amazing!! love💚

Aww thank you so much! You're so nice because what I did seem pretty normal to me. ❤ I really wanted to be close to the reality and I was afraid to make mistakes when I wrote the Spanish sentences but you reassure me aha 😘