#cillian murphy x woc reader

[i-try-to-write-stuff]

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Cillian did not have a public social accounts but he did have accounts on IG, Tiktok, Snapchat and whatever social platform you were on as a means to keep an eye on you. He even set up a google alert for your name, his obsession intensified with each new picture you posted, with each new video you posted, with each new interview of you. Cillian even followed your friends both celebrity and non-celebrity friends.

When Cillian saw the dreaded video of you on the red carpet with Noah and Tarzan giving all the paparazzi new material to create buzz around you and your co-stars, atleast that is what he believed. All the gossip rags were guessing who you were dating, some kept insisting you were kind of some thing called a throuple.

He obsessively watched your interviews and notcied what everyne was seeing, the obvious chemistry and intimacy among you three, like the three of you were in some sort of a private joke that the world was not privy to, he was not privy to, he wanted what you had with Noah and Tarzan and something more than that.

Just a little blurb for you guys.

[deceitfuldevout]

A Woman Like You

Tommy Shelby x WOC!Reader

Word Count: +1,215

Warning(s): Angst, Sexist remarks, Societal pressure, Sterotypes.

Author's note(s): I've recently been using writing as a form of therapy. This goes to all the ladies that can relate.

You've fallen head over heels for Tommy Shelby, but now you're questioning if his intentions were sincere or not.

GIF by nofckingfighting

You made the mistake of falling in love. You should've seen the signs sooner. You started working at the Garrison as a bar maid with Grace, eventually moving up to being their sole entertainment. You were an exotic bird who had caught to wandering eyes of drunken Englishmen. Some folks would say you had these men in a trance, with your rare features and seductive mannerisms. Some even say you're a witch. But there was only one person who saw you for you. Tommy Shelby.

It was refreshing, being seen as a soft, delicate thing. His demeanor would shift when talking to you. He's much kinder to you that with any of his men. That was until another, prettier face had caught his eye. You of all people knew the truth: Tommy Shelby would never love you. Instead he'd fallen for your coworker Grace. She's everything you weren't. That may have been the reason why. Of course, you should've seen the signs. How he'd look at her with such tenderness.

Eventually his entire personality completely changed with you. Perhaps they were his true colors. After her death, things went south. Tommy returned to you, but only for physical intimacy. He was rough, unapologetic, and at time, downright cruel. He hadn't spoke to you like a lady, with basic respect. It almost hurt knowing men will never speak to you with kind remarks. As soon as you found a better option, you let him know right away. When you close the pub for the last time, Tommy was there. It was strange, having an Englishman waste his previous time on foreign blood.

You turn around to find Tommy sitting on a barstool, not paying him mind. Then something strange happened. He isn't usually this tender, not even in private. So why on earth was he telling you to stay? After every humiliating thing he'd put you through. How Tommy would shimmy you off his arm in front of his business associates. It only got worse when he'd flirt with women right in front of you, then ask for a fuck because it was convenient. Perhaps it was the liquid courage, maybe even the hormones that made you tear up with anger. But for some reason, you wanted to let him know he hurt you, "Enough, Tom, you need to stop doing this,"

He tilts his head up, genuinely surprised that you'd spoken up. His eyelids are hooded, "If you've got something to say..." he lights up a cigarette, "...say it now," how predictable. Tommy's cruelty had no limits. You were tired of being his little plaything, "I deserve better than this, better than you," letting him know how you truly felt, "You're fucking selfish, you know that?" tears already streaming down both cheeks, "You could've told me you were seeing other women, Tom," your vision blurs. Tommy objected, "You knew who I was when you met me--"

"Yeah, yeah I thought I did, until you decided to to make an acceptation with that blonde whore!" you knew what it would take to get his blood boiling. You wanted to hurt him the same way he hurt you, "I've wasted most of my life waiting for you to love me back, I wasted my good years on a man who wouldn't care if I bled out on the floor!" voice now shaking. You were filled with regret, pain, and anger.

He doesn't even know what the weight of his words did to you, "I know how you English men see women like us, we're always sexually desired but never loved, enough for a good fuck but not enough to make a wife," a chuckle escapes your tips at the thought of it. How could he marry someone like you? His name and status that he's worked so hard for would be tainted. Because who could ever love a woman like you? He had the audacity to roll his eyes, "You were entertainment, to bring customers in," someone pretty enough to keep company around.

"Everything, Tom, everything I've been doing, the act, because I am not allowed the luxury of being seen as innocent," after pouring your heart out, he still hadn't believed you, "Don't act like you haven't been seeing other men," he scoffs. You started to laugh at that remark. Had he really been that clueless? Tears stream down both cheeks. You wipe at them, smearing your mascara, "Now that's incredible," a deep grunt is trapped in the back of your throat, "You really think I'm a whore, don't you?" in an almost hushed tone, "Tommy, you were my first and only, do you really not believe me?" nothing felt worse than being betrayed by the one you trust the most, "All I ever wanted was for you to love me," since the beginning you were there. Even when he was mourning Grace you were there to keep him comfort. How foolish of you.

"Now you never told me--"

"I know who you pretend I am, who you want me to be," you roll your eyes, sniffling for a moment, "I'm not like you Tom, I can't pass, I can't change the color of my skin or features-- I will never be the white woman you've always wanted me to be, the kind of woman you'd keep on your arm without feeling embarrassed, why can't you just accept that?" a faint pause, "You told me...you told me she wasn't your type," barely a whisper, "Was everything a lie?" when he doesn't say anything, it was the only answer you needed. At that moment you snapped, "Please! Look at me!" you smack his arm, "Tommy!" when he does you're given only a cold stare.

Of course, it was never going to be someone like you. There are tears brimming your eyes again. It hurts, knowing that you will always be second best. Always an option but never the first, "At first I was confused, your infatuation with Grace didn't make sense, and now I see that it never mattered who she was," your breath hitches for a moment, "You were always going to choose someone like her..." now rambling about the obvious, "Prettier, blonder...whiter," you taunt.

Each word felt like venom on your tongue. You should've been used to the poison by now, "You don't know how long it took for me to trust a man again, after the pain I've been through--women like me, Tom, we don't have pretty blue eyes that get us what we want, not without a price," that remark made your skin crawl, "Always the seductress, never seen as pure," a dark chuckle erupts, taking up all sound from the bar. Tommy only stares back at you, with that same cold expression. You lean against the counter, looking down at the wood before returning to glance at him, "Did you ever love me?"

If there's one thing about Tommy, is that he would never lie to you, "No," a short, simple answer. You give him a soft, faint smile. Saddened by the loss but also relieved that you were free at last, "Thank you," with that you left, never returning to the Garrison again.

[shelbydelrey]

Although not as egregious or serious as the literal abuse suffered by what it seems to be multiple women in the Cillian Murphy fandom, i've noticed his display of creepy behaviour here on the platform. I believe @mrkdvidal1989 became famous for his tirades against the character Grace Burgess from Peaky Blinders. He hijacked positive posts about her and gifsets where the character is praised to call her a "whore", a "bitch" and certainly other derogatory terms.

If you know me or have been following my blog for a long time, you know that i, myself am no fan of Grace. But i would NEVER go as far to start an harrassment campaign against her simply because i don't like her. I have a life and she's fictional at the end of the day. And this isn't even the most important matter. The fact that a man inside a predominantly female and/or queer fandom used depreciative language to "express" his feelings over a (fictional) woman is a giant RED FLAG. I do not give a fuck about your 'freedom of speech'. This is not how you address people!

I tried calling him out a few months ago with this post

but unfortunately didn't name or tag him for good measure. In response i was even shunned for it:

He did also crossed several boundaries in what i consider tumblr etiquette. In the instance below a follower reached out to a writer (the writer is NOT mrkdvidal btw) regarding the descriptive language used in a x Reader fanfic:

And this was his response (to a situation where he wasn't even remotetly associated with):

I don't appreciate an inch of his mockery. I don't expect everyone to relate to this but as a WOC, knowing the difficulties of representation on media and in fandom can't help but be livid at his fucking behaviour. The subject never concerned him but he felt like his opinion was earned to be shat out in the world anyway.

The instance above is more up to interpretation because OP did ask a this or that question. But as a writer myself i can't help but feel that OP wanted validation in their desire to branch out fandoms and it's courtesy to give our mutuals/followers/friends exactly. Not trim their will because it doesn't personally suit you.

If you made up here: thank you. This things have been on my chest for a while and i should have the courage to stand up against this behaviour sooner. Now, i beg all of you to not turn a blind eye to red flags and harrassment. Their reveal a person's true character and intentions. Stay safe folks ✌🏾

PSA - Community Predator

Over a series of months, myself and other Tumblr users -- fic writers, gif makers, fans of created content -- have been victimised by @mrkdvidal1989, who has extensively lied about who he is, preyed on multiple women and denied involvement -- therefore ruining friendships, reputations and feelings, and promised me life-saving medical treatment that he never followed through on.

More information including mine and their stories under the cut.

The reason I am going public with this is twofold:

A) To protect others from being hurt. He is known to reach out to many tumblr users, especially young women in the Cillian Murphy fandom -- but he may have a wider reach beyond this circle. B) Since his "disappearance" three weeks ago and the unravelling of his lies, this man has ruined my life and the only hope I had of obtaining treatment for a condition that has been plaguing me for four years.

Killian Vidal is the name he has chosen to give us, and has claimed to be both a officer commander and general in the mobility troop in the SAS (the general rank does not even exist), has beaten cancer a while ago (but said to another mutual that his "time was running out" and he is currently struggling with it), and a plethora of other life experiences and general knowledge about him that varies in consistency when talking to different people and is questionable in its validity. He has also shared pictures of "himself" that when reverse image searched, belong to different people.

I got to know Kill when he reblogged one of my fanfics (as the story seems to start with a lot of his victims) and he reached out via DMs. We quickly became close friends who called nearly every day on Discord and when I told him about my health issues, he immediately offered to pay for my medical treatment wherever I could find willing doctors.

I was hesitant to believe this at first since all of this seemed too good to be true (and was). He claimed to be very wealthy, enough to afford private jets like it was nothing and to rent me an apartment in the UK in the same building as him. Over time, I grew to trust him because he felt like such a genuine person and friend, which was made all the more believable by the fact that he has such a huge following on Tumblr and was, at the time, part of a vast social network of fans and friends (one of which he even claimed to know IRL -- who will remain anonymous unless they decide to speak out). I decided to ignore the little red flags because I was so desperate to receive this treatment that for me would be life-saving.

For four years, I have been plagued by an array of (mostly) undiagnosed digestive issues that have made my life almost unbearable and have on numerous occasions nearly killed me due to malnutrition. I've spent months in hospital, endured years of malpractice and misdiagnoses, undergone heart surgery, and have tried absolutely everything I can to get better. In the winter of 2023, I was told by my doctor that I was refused in the TPN program (a treatment that may have slowed or stopped my weight loss) and that with or without it, I was looking at mortality. Refusing to stop fighting but having exhausted the public health care system in Canada, I went into 2024 not really having much hope of anything anymore.

So, when Kill came along, that changed. He promised -- and I mean, from the bottom of his heart, promised -- that he would help me get treatment, that he would get me out of my abusive home and fly me to the UK, that he would be there for me as my friend, etc. I was beyond grateful, and as my trust with him built, so did my hope.

The travel plans kept getting put off; originally, he would fly me out as soon as the apartment became available, which was the 11th of Feb, 2024. He kept finding excuses to not book the jet. Finally, it seemed as if around the 15th/16th I would be flying. My health had been declining rapidly and the situation was becoming all the more urgent, and he said he was in contact with a pilot and would send the ticket soon and call me.

That was the last I heard from him. The 16th.

Initially thinking he had ended his life (he had discussed thoughts of suicide with me prior to this), I was beside myself with worry not only thinking one of my closest friends was gone but also that my chance at life was. I reached out to his other friends, and I made several calls to the UK authorities and emergency services and ended up requesting a welfare check be made to see if he was even alive.

They reported that no one under the name Killian Vidal was in the records of the building name he gave me -- the same building that I was meant to live in within that week.

After reaching out to my now beloved friend @kittenonpluto (A.K.A., Cas) on Tumblr, I learned that Kill was in fact alive, and had told her that he was in hospital for digestive issues in Indianopolis, United States (though again, no record of his name in their medical system). He still wouldn't talk to me, but told her to tell me that he would reach out when he was out of hospital.

Cas and I compared information he'd told us (her story will be attached to this post) and looked into the mystery more. He constantly dodged confrontation and questions about the fake photos and information he'd sent her, and seemed to use his completely fabricated hospitalisation as an excuse to not fulfil his promises to myself and her, as well as a means to garner sympathy.

It was quite obvious that he didn't know how the American medical system worked, and he even incorporated elements of my actual story and used them in his. When asked about his treatments, he responded with medically false information. He reported digestive issues, reflux, and having both an NG tube and TPN -- both of which I have experience with -- and let me say, I am beyond disgusted and infuriated that my real life trauma was used as a ploy in all this.

How do we know for a fact this is false? I checked the police case for his welfare check again, and they said that they confirmed him being in the UK at the same time he had told Cas he was in hospital in the States.

After a final confrontation from both Cas and myself (and a desperate final plea for the medical aid he promised me), he was never heard from again from either of us or our friend circles.

I'm now having to pick up the pieces he's left me in and to be honest, I have little to no idea of what the hell to do or how to save myself. The fact that he strung me along for a month and built up my hope that I was going to live only to abandon me without even a word is deplorable to me.

And mine isn't the only story. I've heard from four women on Tumblr (who, again, will remain anonymous unless they choose to speak out) who he has been romantic or sexually involved with (and lied about his involvement, made them out to seem insane or toxic, created rifts in our friendships, toyed with their emotions, and made false promises to of relationships, marriage, and finances).

And that's not including the ex-wife who came back to Tumblr to claim that her and Kill had never met nor married. She was promptly silenced by a "lawyer threat" that we have strong reason to believe was a bluff.

At the end of the day, there are so many lies, half-truths, inconsistencies, etc. this man has wrapped himself in and we don't know for the life of us what his motives are, but from the information that we do know is false, he isn't genuine. He toys with people. He hurts them. Myself and the others that have been affected by this want that to stop.

And at any point, he has the ability to make a new account, and take on a new persona, pretend to be someone else. Tumblr is a wonderful place and I have met so many cool people on here, but please be careful about who you interact with and what you share, because aside from making this post, it is beyond my power to stop him from doing what he does. But after what he did to me, I could not remain silent.

Other Stories

If you have an experience or story with Killian that you would like heard, please reblog it on this thread or make a post. With your consent, I can include a link to it below.

Final Note

Lastly, if you have read this far, thank you.

If you want to reach out to me about this issue -- whether it's to anonymously share your experience, ask questions, ask for evidence (of which I can back up these statements with), or anything at all --, please do not hesitate to do so. <3

For those who may be worried about the potential legality of this post, everything that I have stated as fact is fact and it is not my intention to slander or spread false information.

[sparklemichele]

John Shelby and tommy fighting over the reader but they don’t know to she is with someone else..... That would be a good story

Here ya go @thatsoimagines100.

Choose

You leaned over and gave a sleeping Charlie a soft kiss on his forehead. You sighed as you made your way down to the living room. Tommy told you once Charlie was asleep to meet him in the living room. You were presently surprised to find Tommy’s brother John also present.

“Y/N, me and John wanted to talk to you.” Tommy pulled a case of cigarettes from his pocket and quickly, efficiently lit it and threw the case on a table he was standing by. You could not fathom what they both wanted to talk to you about.

“I’m going to be frank with you as I do not have time for games. John and I have taken a liking to you and we want you to choose which one of us you would like to get to know better. You would be best serve choosing me.”

“So just because you are Tommy the so-called head of the Peaky Blinders every woman that we come across would be interested in you?” John took a hefty swig of the whisky he poured.

“I didn’t say thatJohn. I have been around her more and I want her.”

“She has watched Charlie a couple of days a week and you have the right to claim her.”

“Yes, I do.” Tommy said bluntly.

You looked at both John and Tommy in slight shock. This did not surprise you coming from Tommy as you knew he was a man who went after what he wanted and usually succeeded. You will admit that was one thing that was sexy about Thomas Shelby.

“You do realize I am right here. You need to stop talking about me like I am not here.”

Tommy took a slow drag from his cigarette as he looked you up and down slowly before settling on your brown eyes.

“Tell me Y/N…..who would you pick between me or John?”

John scoffed at Tommy’s question.

“What makes you think I would choose either one of you.” You sat down on the expensive couch in Tommy’s living room.

John and Tommy’s eyes could not help but gravitate toward your beautiful brown legs as you crossed them and sat comfortably on the couch totally amused by both handsome men.

“I can give you a roof over your head. I know you don’t want to stay with your brother Jeremiah any longer. I will take care of you and make sure I fuck you like you deserve.” Tommy took another drag of his cigarette awaiting your reaction. You licked your lips as you sat forward on the couch. His proposal was enticing. You looked over at John who was obviously annoyed by his older brother.

“John…and you?”

“Tommy may have all these fancy materialistic items surrounding him, but would he really be there for you. Not like I would.”

“How is she going to get any peace with all those kids you have? You hardly can find a proper nanny for them.” Tommy interjected.

“I rather enjoy children Tommy.” You told him.

“I can give you children .”Tommy told you. You looked at him and realized he was dead serious. This man oozed confidence.

You stood up from the couch and smooth your dress down.

“Well gentleman I must say both of your arguments were compelling and very tempting.”

“Who do you choose?” John asked with hope in his voice.

“Gentlemen I am already with someone.”

“Who?” They both asked in unison.

“I am seeing someone in Camden Town. You might be familiar with him. His name is Alfie Solomons.”  

“What?! Fuckin Alfie!” John’s voiced raised in pure shock. You looked over at Tommy who had a smirk on his lips. He stubbed out his cigarette.

“You will not be with Mr. Solomons for long. Not if I have any say in it.” Tommy told you as he walked up to you and planted a soft peck on your cheek before walking out the living room not looking back. You stood dumbfounded looking at his retreating back.

Damn him!

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