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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.

This was something wonderful!  The soft and nice Mr. Hardy was amazing and it was. It was a pleasure to read it! Short and sweet!

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DON'T YOU CRY NO MORE || TOM HARDY DRABBLE

Words: 612

Summary: you're a reporter who has to lead the interview with Tom Hardy and Riz Ahmed. Unfortunately, you mess the two actors because of the stress during live program. What's going to happen?

Author's note: I was participating in writing challenge hosted by @thepaperpanda and my prompt was no. 23.

The tears burst forth like water from a dam, spilling down my face. I feel the muscles of my chin tremble like a small child and I look toward the window, as if the light could soothe me. There is static in my head once more, the side effect of this constant fear, constant stress I live with. I hear my own sounds, like a distressed child, raw from the inside. It takes something out of me I didn't know I had left to give. That's the way it is when people are hard. It's like a theft of the spirit, an injury no other person can see. This day is awful, I think to myself as I sit on the marble stairs leading to the television studio. How could I have messed my guests during live program?!

It had to be a simple thing to me, an experienced reporter. I had to lead the interview with my two guests, one of them was Tom Hardy, when other one was Riz Ahmed, the two shining stars of Venom movie.

"Don't you cry no more."

I hear the strong, deep voice, very familiar to me and I lift my chin up and turn head around to see no one else but Tom Hardy himself standing right behind me, leaning casually against the wall.

I burst in tears again, waving hand at him. "I can explain," I say with trembling voice. "I was prepared, I really was, it's all because of my nerves, I don't know how did I do it, I'm so sorry, Mr Hardy," I tell him and dare to look him on the eye.

To my surprise he smiles at me, no signs of nerves on his face. He reaches to pocket in his jeans to pull his electronic cigarette and inhale the smoke. It smells nicely, I gotta say, vanilla and cinnamon. Next thing he does is taking a seat next to me on the marble stairs, he looks at the horizon with beautiful panorama of London. "Don't ya cry, girl. It's fine, ain't big deal," he says and pokes my shoulder. "Chin up, everyone makes mistakes. Ain't ya first, ain't ya last."

It makes me smile shyly and nod. "I know but I'm professional! I shouldn't let such mistakes to crawl in my work," I admit sadly.

Tom cocks his brows and bursts with deep laughter, which quickly turns into a cough. "Girl, if ya would only know how many mistakes I've done in my entire career...," man chuckles and winks at me. "Now, stop crying, take a deep breath, or two, and let's go back inside,

let's do a work." Then he gets up and dusts his jeans off, Tom also reaches hand to me.

I take it hesitantly and get up as well, I follow his advice and take a deep breath.

"You ready?," Hardy asks softly and opens heavy, metal door for me, pointing his head at the corridor inside. "C'mon."

A cold shiver run along my spine. "My supervisor will fire me for my mistake. It was live...," I remind him.

Hardy lets out a giggle. "No fucking way. Won't let this to happen, and I believe Riz won't let, too."

Eventually I smirk at Tom and get inside the building, holding my head up high. Having him on my side means the world to me.

We both get into to studio again, Tom sits in the comfy armchair next to Riz, who sends me a brief smile and I take my place as well. Then I look at the camera and give a nod to our operator. "Let's get the job done," I say.