Everything I Touch (Thomas Shelby X Reader)

Everything I touch (Thomas Shelby x reader)

Request: Basically, enemies of Peaky Blinders attack me, then Tommy arrives at that moment to save me, he fights and wins but he is hurt. So I look after him and he makes a declaration of love to me, he has been very scared for me, and realizes that he loves me more than a friend....

Warnings: sad, angst

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. :)

+ it’s a request from my book “Imagines for dreamers” on Wattpad

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Small Heath wasn't the best district of Birmingham but you lived there since you were a kid and you knew half of its population. For many years, it was ruled by The Peaky Blinders, a fearsome gang. However, their members aren't what people imagined. To be honest, the first time you met their leader, Thomas, he seemed really cold, but with time you were surprised that he was kind. Kind and protective towards his family and his very closest friends. Lucky, you were one of them. The Shelby family was one of the best you knew, you couldn't lie about that, it's was very different from your family who always had been torn, burst like a nebula.

Every friday night, you had this habit to go to the Garrison and drink with your friends. At the same time, you saw Tommy with his brothers and used to skylark with John or Arthur. But that night, you didn't see Tommy, his brothers told you he was occupied.

"Probably occupied to fuck Lizzie or another whore, huh?" you whispered, shaking your head, which made John smirk and play with the toothpick between his lips.

"Jealous?" Arthur asked, putting an arm around your shoulder.

"No, if he catches the clap and his cock finish by unhooking itself from his crotch, it's his problem!" you replied coldly with a shrug.

John burst into laughter before he held you in his arms and ruffled your hair, making you groan ungracefully at the same time. Even if they were annoying the shit out of you, you couldn't help but laugh with them.

Even if Tommy was your best friend, you never understood his need to fuck every woman! It always had been the case before and after Grace. Why couldn't he stay with someone? The bastard was aware of his charm's powers and never failed to use them. Jealous, were you? It was stronger than you. With time, the leader of the Peaky Blinders became more than a friend, you started to really like him, then to develop feelings for him and those feelings grown and in the end, you fell in love.

A few hours later, you decided to come home, letting the brothers and your friends smiling, laughing and singing happily, all of them drunk. When you were younger, your parents always told you to be careful and never walk alone in the empty and dark streets of Small Heath, but  tonight you ignored that rule.

You heard a "flirting" and disgusting whistle towards you before hearing a man's voice, probably very drunk. "Hey beauty'! What ya doin' here by yourself at this hour?"

You decided to ignore him and continue on your way.

"Bitch! I'm talking to ya!"

Suddenly, your back hit the wall and the man pushed his hand around your throat, trying to choke you. You struggled against him, fearing for your life because you thought he wanted to kill you for some reasons, but when he slided his big and calloused hand under your skirt, you shuddered of disgust. You gave him a kick in the groin which had the effect to release you.

"HELP!" you screamed in the hope to draw the attention of a gentleman passing in the area.

"Shut up, Peaky's slut!" he grunted.

He punched you right in the jaw, making you whimper. You thought for an instant that nobody will come to your rescue, until the man fled against garbages. It was so dark, seeing the faces of the two men was difficult. You savior was extremely violent with the rapist, but you were glad he was there. You heard bones breaking, groans of pain and finally a gunshot. Then, the silence hovered. Afraid and curled up against the wall, you hardly dared to look at the man.

"Y/N... It's alright, he won't try to hurt you anymore." you recognized that voice, she belonged to Tommy.

Immediately, you stood up and took refuge in his arms, head resting against his torso. You weren't stupid, but close enough to the Shelby's to guess your attacker was clearly dead, shot in the head. When you drew back, still in shock, you kept your hands on him as a support. Some of your phalanges were humid and when you take a close look, you saw this warm red liquid you hated. Blood.

"Oh god, Thomas, you're hurt..." you murmured, wide eyes.

"That's nothing, I just need stitches. I'm not bleeding to death, love."

My heart missed a beat and I just nodded.

*

"If Tommy was hurt because of me, my role was to stitch him, right?" you thought. When you made sure your best friend was okay and didn't need anymore sutures points on his left flank and his arms because of that crazy man and his knife, you tried to not stare at his body. To be honest, you find it pretty hard. So you couldn't help and glance quickly.

"I'm so grateful you came, Tommy. I can't imagine what would have happened if you didn't..."

"Well... I probably would hate myself for a long time, but you'll never relive it. I'll make sure no fuckers touch you that way anymore, alright?" he replied, softly stroking my cheek.

When you looked into his icy blue eyes, contrasting with his dark lashes, you saw a glimmer that you were unable to name.

"Let me take care you."

"How..?" you whispered as he ran his digits in your hair and played with the strands.

"When Grace passed away, I never thought I could love someone else so deeply. You made me change my mind and I realised I was blind, you were under my eyes all this time and I pushed my feelings away. Everything I touch ends up breaking, maybe they're right when they call me the Devil, that's the reason. Loving you was condemning you. Ignoring those fucking feelings after Grace was to protect you. Yet, I failed and I'm sorry. And I'm lost because I don't want to break your heart or someone to hurt you because of me." he confessed, locking his gaze into yours.

Your heart felt like he was going to explode. Sadness, excitation, happiness and love took you by storm and there was nothing you could do. You loved him so much. You dared to kiss him and you were proud. He replied to the kiss, letting your lips discover each other before your tongue met his with passion and intensity. With ease, he placed his hands on your hips and made you sit on his lap. Breathless, you broke the kiss as slowly as you initiated it. Forehead against forehead, staring into his blue eyes and your nose coaxing his.

"Having my heart broken by you would be an honor, Thomas Shelby."

It was a dangerous game you were playing at, but you were willing to.

Protection (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Request: Je n'ai pas réellement d'idée mais je peux découvrir que j'ai des pouvoirs ou alors il me sauve d'une menace en vrai je te fais confiance je suis sure que tu sauras trouver 🤗Je l'aurais bien faite en anglais mais je suis pas doué pour écrire mais je le comprends bien ha ha 😛(Translation: I don't really have an idea but I can discover that I have powers or he saves me from a threat. In real, I trust you, I'm sure you'll find. I would have done it in English but I'm not good at writing but I understand it well haha.)

Warning: slight violence

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. :)

***

Magic always ran in your family or that's what you mother made you think all your life, until now. You still remember her telling stories about your female ancestors, all of them endowed with telekinesis, cell regeneration capacity and being able to cast spells. When you asked if you were witches, with little voice shy and silvery at six years old, she corrected you "You're better than a witch, you're the good evolution of bad people." What was supposed to mean ? You didn't dare to ask and with time, you forgot that mysterious sentence.

However, your mother never really trained you to use your powers, even when you begged her as a teenager when your biggest desire was to hang Alec Johnson by the feet on his basketball hoop. Typically, you hated the Casanova of your high school. You never gave up and learnt by yourself little tricks, but you have always remained discreet and benevolent. So, you never used your gifts to make a living.

At eighteen, you had the chance to attend university and several years later, you graduated and finally you got the job of your dreams. Except, it was too beautiful to be real. As a great and young journalist, you knew the existence of Hydra and their work interested you. That's how you knew the evil organization could transform DNA and give special abilities to normal people. Something in your head clicked and you kept digging, to know the truth about your nature, your family...

And if Hydra seemed extinct, you were anxious and that's why you tried to contact the Avengers. Your status as a journalist should have helped you, but you never got an appointment with one the beloved heroes, except that life always taught you to never give up.

"Oh shit!"

Unfortunately, you were drawn from your thoughts not only because of the taxi's driver shout, but also by the jolts felt and the sound of an explosion. You jumped on your seat and looked out the window before you noticed that the traffic was blocked at the end of the roadway, apparently a car was on fire.

"What the hell is happening?!" you thought.

You were stuck here for a moment before you decided you couldn't wait anymore and you should walk if you wanted to be in time at your meeting with some of your colleagues. For the next twenty minutes, you felt observed but you brushed away the feeling, not wanting to become paranoid. At two blocks from your office, passing in front of a dark alley, you were surprised to hear kind of tired and desperate meows. You frowned and your gaze scanned the place before you saw a kitten almost crushed under a trash.

"Poor little thing..."

You couldn't help but approached the animal and lifted the rubbish, restoring freedom to the kitten. You couldn't even blow that you were hit on the back, which had the effect of making you fall to the ground, on your knees.

"Sir, we have her!" said a man's voice. You tried to get up, but he rested his foot on your back, making you lie on your stomach.

"Take her to the base, if you have to, sedate her." responded another man through a talkie-walkie.

"Oka-" you didn't let him the chance to finish his sentence that he flew against a wall. You could try to kill him with your powers, but you were like a doe in front a car's lights ; scared and lost. You could run away, but they did not count the presence of a dozen heavily armed men, worthy of elite killers. In seconds, your chances of escape fell back to zero and you were almost ready to receive hits or any injections.

You closed your eyes. Nothing happened. You only heard men shoutings and the sound of broken bones which turn your blood to ice. Fractured limbs and men in coma, that's all you saw when you carefully opened your eyes. You didn't have the time to properly react that an unknown and deep voice interpelled you.

"You're Y/N, right? I promise you, you're safe and sound." you turned your head and immediately recognized the mysterious and yet so known savior. Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes was standing in front of you, his new vibranium arm not even hidden, probably because it was a lot more discreet than the old one.

"Yes... No- I- I don't... Perhaps?" you stammered, lost and utterly shocked. Finally, you nodded, wanted to slap yourself for looking that dumb!

"We are sorry for reacting so slowly while you were in danger ... We know about your powers and I refuse to let someone hurt because of a completely deranged organization. These men aren't angels, they're mercenaries, killing machines. And others will come for you if you refuse to follow me."

His voice was husky and his tone  a bit cold and you knew his reasons, after the hell he lived for seventy years.  But those baby blue eyes, they were the reflection of understanding and kindness behind the sadness they held.

"We, the Avengers, will take you under our wing and I will personally take care of your protection. You have a lot to learn about your origins, so let me take you to our headquarters. Will you, doll?" he added with a slight smile.

You didn't know what the future was for you, but you had to take the chance to discover who you are, what people want from you and take the opportunity to be protected by someone like him. Yes, this meeting was the most unexpected of your life and by extension, the most important.

When he stretched his flesh hand towards you, you could only take it.

***

As I told the requester, without a real plot it would be a bit difficult to write her request since I'm still not used to write imagines but I hope it's okay. :)

Masterlist

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➳ HALLOWEEN

Corey Cunningham

- His baby mama : part 2

➳ RESIDENT EVIL

Leon S. Kennedy

- Unexpected Boner

- Valentine’s day

- His young and bright light

- Australian girlfriend

- Caught in the office

- RE Boys x endometriosis!reader

- Sore loser

Chris Redfield

- Warm me up, Captain 

- Body heat

- RE Boys x endometriosis!reader

Albert Wesker

- Migraines

- Progenitor woman: part 1, part 2, part 3

- Disorder

- RE Boys x endometriosis!reader

- Hate makes you blind

- Shaking like a leaf

- God Complex

- Covidead

- Annoying Wesker

- Family

- Albert Wesker as a father

- Privacy

- How Wesker decide the perfect mate

- Nsfw headcanon

- Wesker’s captive: part 1

- Seduction fails

➳ THE LAST OF US 

Joel Miller

- Your lucky star

- On his backseat

➳ MARVEL

Bucky Barnes

- Protection 

- Exquise Esquisse - Part 2

- Bucky as a dad

Loki

- Meow

- The melted popsicle

- The Asgardian whale dancing salsa

Peter Parker

- Blur

Steve Rogers

Natasha Romanoff

➳ PEAKY BLINDERS

Thomas Shelby

- Everything I touch

- Periods (part 2)

- Fading innocence

Alfie Solomons

- Periods

John Shelby

- Periods

- Perfect sexual partner

- Coward

Michael Gray

- Work of art

- Blow your brain

- Sex or more?

- Someone else better than him

- You grow up too fast

- Periods (part 2)

- The Clementine - Part 2 (finished)

➳ RIVERDALE

Sweet Pea

-  FP’s desk

➳ SUPERNATURAL

Dean Winchester

- We’re not super heroes

- Fuck you, Chuck

- Chicken Out

Sam Winchester

- We’re not super heroes

- Chicken Out

➳ ACTORS

Tom Hardy

Cillian Murphy

-  The wrong path

- Love war

Sebastian Stan

- The Little

- I wanna love you

Jensen Ackles

Work of art (Michael Gray x reader)

Request: Michael gray x reader where the reader is ashamed of her strech marks and hides them from him and he finds out and just loves her???

To the anon who requested this: I'm sorry but I have the feeling that your request is really good for a headcannon, more than an imagine. So, I hope it doesn't bother you! ♡

Warnings: none

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. :)

***

➳ You started dating Michael a few months ago and, yet, you never had sex with him. So, he thought you wanted to save your virginity for the wedding and he never forced you.

➳ Like all men, he had desires. Desires that he showed when you were making out, but you couldn't blame him, far from it. You wanted it, but you were afraid, afraid he would see your body. You've always been very complexed because of your stretch marks.

➳ Many times you thought about making love in the dark, but it was too risky for you. This complex was eating you as much as shame was consuming you ...

➳ Your boyfriend asked repeatedly questions about why he couldn't see you naked, whereas you had already seen his body, but it doesn't go further than kisses and some caresses:

- "You don't want me?"

- "You still have your period?"

- "Is it length and the fat of my cock that scares you?" he asked in jest, helping you to relax a bit. Of course, you couldn't help but laugh. You had never seen a penis before his so you didn't had the chance to compare.

➳ You always managed to dodge the question that would make you tell the truth, but you were afraid that he would get tired of you and go elsewhere to satisfy his sexual desires.

➳ You were always at Michael's or he was at your home when your parents were away. One day, while you were waiting for Michael at his place, you decided to run a bath since you still had a good hour to wait before he returned to his place. When your clothes littered the floor, you were completely naked and getting ready to enter the bathtub, the door opened.

➳ You immediately grabbed the towel and covered your body the best you could even if it was already too late. Of course, you were embarrassed because you would have preferred him seeing you for the first time in other circumstances, but also because he had probably seen your stretch marks.

➳ "Michael, couldn't you knock?!"

"It's my flat and I didn't think you would be here." he protested, raising hands in the air to show his innocence, but the smile of this cheeky little bastard said otherwise.

➳ Approaching you, he pulled slowly on the towel to finally have the chance to see your body, but also not to rush you and make sure you wanted the same thing. Except you hold the towel, having crimson cheeks.

➳ "Stop, please..." you whispered.

"Why? Everytime we're about to have sex, you're blocking yourself and I still don't know why... Tell me what's wrong, what I can do to put you at ease..." he said before he kissed the tip of your nose with tenderness.

"It's not your fault, Michael. I just don't like my body... To be honest, I hate it..."

➳ He looked at you like you were crazy and he frowned, obviously he didn't understand. So, when he began to gently pull on the towel again, you let him do it while you closed your eyes, refusing to see his reaction. You were sure he would look at you with disgust.

➳ The towel slipped and you felt embarrassed like you had never been before. When you felt the tips of his fingers trace each curve of your body, you shivered. He was so delicate... At this moment, you felt less ashamed.

➳ "You're very beautiful. What's the problem, baby girl?"

You opened your eyelids and you looked into his beautiful gray-greenish eyes while a glimmer of desire shone there.

"I hate the stretch marks I wear on my body. I hate them so much, Michael..." you explained shyly.

➳ Caressing your stretch marks before he laid kisses on EVERY part of your skin that was affected by your complex.

➳ "Your body is a work of art and these marks are a detail of it, love." 

I wanna love you (Sebastian Stan x reader)

Request: Sebastian Stan : the reader is a new Chris's friend and they met and get a long well, become friends, Seb start to have a crush on her and ask her out on a date, she was kind of in shock and after the 3 date she decides to stop going out with him because she doesn't think she's good/attractive enough for him and because she's too young but he insists because he's falling in love with he  

Warnings: sad, angst

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. :)

***

Last months, your life has become completely crazy! It all started the day when a man in his 30s passed the door of the animal refuge you were working in and even if you immediately recognized him, you didn't say anything. He came several times before he adopted a new dog so that the one he already had doesn't feel alone. Over time and through conversations, you became friends with the famous Chris Evans! It was the first step of these last months of madness.

The second step is when you met Sebastian Stan at a party, a friend of Chris you knew for his roles, he was a very good actor. That day, you were very shy because you had just met all his friends and colleagues playing in Marvel movies. Between Chris Hemsworth, Anthony Mackie, Jeremy Renner and Scarlett fucking Johansson, you didn't know which way to turn.

There was a moment when you isolated yourself because you felt a little too much, you don't know why anymore... Maybe because they talked a lot about the future shooting film they would have in common? Did they debate around an anecdote? You do not know anymore, the champagne that you had ingested already made an effect on your memory at this point. But what is certain, is that someone cleared its throat while you stared into space and when you raised your eyes, you met a magnificent azure look, enough to bring down all girls.

"I'm sorry, Y/N." he said with a slight smile.

"Sorry for what? You've done nothing bad..." you replied, chuckling.

"I saw how you were there, you were uncomfortable and lost, don't blame Chris, he's completely overwhelmed."

"No risk, he's really good as a man."

He nodded and sat next to you. All this evening, he has bewitched you to the point of forgetting the rest of the world. It was just you and him, nothing else mattered.

The third step is the one when he called you two weeks later and asked you on a date. At first, you were so shocked that you didn't know what to say, you stammered before agreeing even if he wasn't able to see you. Three days later, he came to get you by car, in front of your home. You had put on your best dress and showed yourself to your best advantage without seeming too superficial.

"You're beautiful!" he commented before kissing the back your hand.

You stayed for hours in the restaurant, until a waitress came to say they were closing. With him, time passed much too fast. He made you laugh, smile and backward, you noticed that he made you blush like a teenager of fifteen whereas you just came out of this period.

A teenager? That's what you were just two years ago, even if you forgot your own age in his company. After three rendez-vous, the fourth step has arrived. You couldn't help but tell your mother and your best friend that you were seeing a man. When they asked questions, that of the age was of course output.

"As long as he's not fifteen years older than you, go for it!" laughed your friend, but it hurts you deeply.

Oops... He was fifteen years older than you. You said nothing at the beginning, then you lied about his age, fearing her reaction, already tired with kind of behavior. To be honest, you've always been attracted to older men, which has always earned you warnings from your friends. You knew that telling your mother would be more difficult, you feared her reaction even if she was supposed to suspect it. She knows everything about you and you can't hide anything from her.

"How old is he?" she inquired, crossed arms and you read her just by a glance, worries were pulling her features.

"He's almost thirty-six, mom..." you confessed, hesitant. Her opinion counted more than anything for you, you wanted your mother's green light, her approval.

"Baby-" she began.

You refused to listen to her. You closed your eyes. You immersed yourself in your dreams. She didn't understand your feelings, not this time. After all, it was not a huge surprise, was it? The beatings of your heart resonated, it was the only thing you accepted to hearken.

"I can prove they're wrong!" you ruminated before you went to bed. Something in your head made you take your cell and do a simple research, you wanted to be sure you didn't imagine things. "Sebastian Stan ex girlfriends" you sought before biting your lower lip, observing  the beauties he had touched before he met you.

"Maybe they're not wrong and I am... Love makes you blind." you supposed before you fell in the arms of Morpheus.

*

You haven't answered his messages or his calls.  You shut down all your conversations on your phone and on social networks and it felt like someone shot you in the heart. He was the only person you thought of when you went to sleep and when you woke up, it seemed love cursed you. Cursed with love, yet you never met Cupidon on your path.

Eventually, he stopped trying and it was worse. This time, you were sure he forgot you and will ask someone else on a date. You were the flower he picked to have good times, but your roots were not replanted in the earth and now you are fanning without him. You weren't mad at him, you could only blame yourself. Except, you couldn't come back to him as if nothing had happened.

However, one evening you saw a beautiful car parked in front of the building in which you lived. It was the time of the fifth and last stage; the confrontation. He was standing near the front door, hands in his pockets and your stomach flipbacked in you. His baby blue irises were still breathtaking and his smile irresistible.

You fell in love with him. You got inebriated with him.

"Sebastian...? What are you doing here...?" you asked astonished.

"I wanted to see you. I missed you, sweetheart."

I couldn't help but blushed, biting slightly my lower lip.

"Why did you ignore me for two weeks? Did I say something that upset you?" he questioned, being nervous.  

A sigh escaped my lips. How to explain without disappointing him?

"It's not your fault. I... I have feelings for you, but we can't be together. I'm too young and not pretty enough to be with you so... I ignored you to forget the last weeks spent with you." you explained quickly, ashamed, looking at your shoes.

"What? No... This is too stupid, Y/N."

"Thanks..." you murmured, not feeling good at all. You were unable to meet his eyes.

"No this way. What I'm saying is, this stupid because I feel the same. I'm falling in love with you and I don't want to fight it because I don't give a fuck about what peoples think about me, you or us. And yes, you are pretty to me, so stop devaluing yourself."

"Seb-"

"I wanna love you, let me fall for you." he cut you, stroking your cheek.

You could only let him, so you pressed your lips against his as an answer. No matter what people say, it won't change what you feel for this man.

Jordan Connor when he was a student and a part of Thunderbirds (the University of British Columbia) + apparently his real name is Jordan Yuen (?) (I became a spy… Sorry. I feel bad for sharing because these are not random gif or mine. Is that bad? 😭)