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secondary blog for moodboards & recs: @shelbywhiskey
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Tommy
Running into a Shelby ☘︎︎ bumping into him at the Garrison and he MAKES SURE YOURE OK
Proofing Water - featuring a drunk Tommy
The Mare - a very quick one shot
Take Care of Yourself - is what Tommy would like to say to you
King & Queen - pre-war sweet Tommy boy
My Ride or Die - Tommy wants to take you riding ;) Part 1, Part 2
Come - where you find Tommy working late at night and he asks you to come to him
F*ck Off- where we have a jealous and angry Tommy who’s had enough of the other men trying to get with you (you guys blew this one up, thank you so much 😭)
Sweet Secrets: here, your daughter, Emmy, that Tommy doesn’t know about, and the man dwindle away in the woods to make you a little something. We experience heavy domestic Tommy Dad vibes here that I had too much fun writing. Moodboard 🌸
To Get a Horse Back: where Tommy boy strikes a deal with reader after he buys her horses and she wants him back
Disposable: where Tommy keeps using reader and she finally has enough. Much angst, sad very.
Soft Tommy Blurb: name speaks for itself
Robert Fischer
Mr. Fischer - where reader is Robert’s driver for the day- and more things ensue... obviously
Cillian Murphy
A Known Stranger: Part 1, Part 2 : He’s someone you frequently see on the train but never talked to before, until he lets you sit next to him (this one is a young Cillian)
He is the One Who Saved Me : Cillian saving you from a creep who watches you while you buy your coffee
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Thomas Shelby
Classy Cillian ♔
Nature’s Innocent Lover ☀︎︎☘︎︎
Dark God
“He smiled. A lot.”
A rare headshot
Just one of my favorites
A photo of Dad
Being in love with Thomas Shelby consists of...
Bloodstained Love ♥︎
Beige Heaven ♕
Horse Carriage 𐂃
House Burns Down Quote ✞
Tommy Academia: Dark ✍︎︎ Fallen Angel
GIFS
him looking at you
Kidnapping
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Tommy Sketch ♥︎
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Peaky Lofi Blinders
Regrets - A beautiful song I found with Tommy and Grace’s voices in the Happy or Sad scene
Rather Die - this song is just written for Tommy.
National Anthem - Raymond Leon and Lana del Ray of course
Vampires - a fitting for our dear Robert Fischer
Cilly made me do it - a playlist for pretending to be with a prewar Tommy or any other character
I’ve been thinking about making moodboards for a while now but I didn’t really know where to start. Today I decided to just go for it and I’m pretty happy with the results.
Please let me know what you all think of it, I’d love to hear all of your opinions! 💓
Beautiful!!! 😍😍😍 I think Tommy’s favorite season would be spring. I think as a kid after being cooped up all winter he’d be eager to get outdoors and be with his horses again. Beautiful!!!
Summary: Tommy can’t stand the guys trying to get your attention anymore.
A/N: Angry Tommy makes me weak. Yelling Tommy makes me weak. Sorry, not sorry. Take this as a little Valentine’s Day present. I love you guys💗
"Where the fuck is Y/N?" Thomas Shelby asked the room, barging through the doors of the betting shop, hair disheveled and coat flying behind him.
"She went out with some fella about an hour ago, said she'll be back," Arthur responded looking up from his chair, an almost empty glass of whiskey in hand.
"What's wrong brotha, did something happen?" he continued observing Tommy's wild eyes.
"Yeh, yeh something's fucking wrong! She said she'll meet me at the Garrison an hour ago, but were is she now eh? Out with some bastard who what? Invited her? Where?" he yelled throwing his cap across the table and slamming his hands on the table.
“She’s with Oliver,” Polly said blowing a stream of smoke from her black cigarette.
“Jesus Christ,” Tommy muttered under his breath knowing exactly how much you disliked the guy. You had expressed to Tommy how rude you felt declining Oliver’s continuous invitations to go out with you. Apparently you had finally agreed to the man.
“Fuck this,” Tommy recollected himself and left the shop as quickly as he came in.
***
You felt terrible for what you were doing. Betraying Tommy and Oliver at the same time. You promised you’d go out with Oliver a while ago but kept canceling because of business that came up with Thomas. It wasn’t always business though. You’d ask Tommy to create some sort of extravagant scenario that would act as a proper excuse for you to not be able to go out with Oliver.
But as far as Tommy goes, you thought he’d understand, as he knew the numerous times you’ve asked him to be around you when there was a chance to run into Oliver. Tommy knew you preferred him over Oliver, right? That the reason you always wanted him to be around was because he was the one who made you feel safe and happy?
“So, Y/N, Tommy’s been really pushing it these days hasn’t he? Always working, day n night?” Oliver said as you walked together down an emptier street near the Garrison.
“Well... yea but business is business. It doesn’t sleep, can’t rest. It’s always daytime somewhere,” you explain getting irritated that he was directing an insult towards your boss.
“He shouldn’t be working you like that, Y/N. Does that man have no respect towards women?”
You stayed silent knowing very well Tommy treated you like a Queen and listened to every word you’ve ever uttered. Awake and when you were asleep.
“Honestly, why do you stay to work for him? That is no man who will help you in your future. He’s wasting your time Y/N,” Oliver clicked his tongue and looked down at his feet sinking through the dirty gravel on the street.
“Let’s have a drink,” you suggested looking up towards the pub. Your own safe place. Oliver nodded and you headed in as he held the door open to you. You didn’t like having the attention of other men around you, other than Tommy. God when would this be over. Hopefully after a drink and a smoke he’ll decide that this gathering was enough for the day. You weren't exactly engaging or laughing along with all of Oliver’s jokes anyway. At least that’s what you thought. People always told you you seem like an angel before figuring out your truth, years later when you finally let them in. Maybe you were being too nice to him and you didn’t even notice. Why didn’t you just say no the first time he asked you out?
You seated yourself at one of the wooden tables near the center of the pub, by the booths. Ordering a whiskey for himself and a gin for you, Oliver began conversing you once again.
“I always see you here,” he says trying to catch your eyes as you tried to look everywhere else but his own.
“Yea, I frequent the Garrison when I have time,” you agreed with a nod.
“But you never invite me.”
Well isn’t that enough for you to take a hint?
“The Shelby’s take me after work to cool off.” you say, which wasn't a lie. Every other day Arthur would drag you along with everyone else to his pub.
“Why can’t you come with me?”
“Well I’m here aren’t I?”
Just then Tommy’s familiar cologne wafted over the space as he pulled a chair from the neighboring table and roughly skid it towards your table. He sat himself forcefully between you and Oliver resting his one elbow on the table and his other hand on his knee.
“Don’t worry Mr. Shelby, I just wanted to take out Y/N this afternoon. I’ll bring her back to work,” Oliver faked his confidence in front of your boss.
Tommy cleared his throat, his eyebrows still raised from the moment he sat down.
“Yeh?” He cocked his head, then a moment later closed his eyes and pulled out a cigarette.
“I’m sure you would’ve brought her back to me knowing all the work I make her do,” he laughed at himself placing the cigarette between his lips and clicking his lighter alive. He hollowed out his cheeks as he sucked in his first drag and blew it out in Oliver’s face. You didn’t know what it was but something about the way Tommy was acting was incredibly attractive to you.
“You’re a bad man Mr. Shelby,” Oliver shook his head. “Let the lady enjoy her life aye? You can’t just string along every living woman with your bloody awful family. You're gonna strip her of her future, do you take pleasure in that? .. bastard...”
Hearing him speak was making your blood boil and you could feel your hands itching to tip the table over in Oliver’s direction.
Tommy leaned back in his chair and breathed out another whisp of smoke, waving it in the air nonchalantly.
“Go on, carry on like I’m not here,” he nodded towards you and Oliver. You clenched your jaw trying not to smile as you watched Tommy’s amused expression and glinting eyes trace over the other man. Oliver sighed and downed the rest of his glass.
“Why do you listen to him when you’re not at work Y/N?” Oliver asked you bringing you back to the conversation.
“Because I choose to,” you simply state and shrug.
“Yes but why?” Oliver pressed on, agitation growing on his voice.
You looked over at Tommy who was already looking at you and waiting for your response. His eyes seemed brighter all of a sudden and his lips never looked so inviting in front of the almost stranger sitting across from you. All you wanted was to climb over his lap and kiss him. Escape all questions and just kiss the devil who drove you home every night. The one who yelled and screamed when you weren’t around but sat and listened when you were. The one who couldn’t sleep at night but could when you were in his arms at night.
Tommy knew, he knew very well what you wanted. Just as he always did. He wanted you just the same. But he waited to see what you would do to answer Oliver’s question.
You shook your head and looked back at Oliver. “It’s just a matter of formality. He is my boss at the end of the day.” Tommy smirked as an array of very informal thoughts of you ran through his head.
Oliver finally turned his attention to Tommy who he was trying not to address directly since he came in.
“Do I need your permission to go out with your employees Mr. Shelby?” He hissed and grit his teeth.
Tommy looked ahead into the distance and nodded with a frown on his lips but his eyes were laughing.
“Yea, cause she’s not just a fucking employee,” he chuckled and got up from his chair and placed his cap on from his pocket.
“Cmon Love,” he reached out his hand in front of you. You took it exhaling at the familiar feeling of warmth from his skin. The moment you stood he snaked his arm around your waist and pulled you close to the side of his taller frame.
“We’ve got work to do,” he told Oliver as he leaned down and kissed your forehead.
“O fuckin hell,” Oliver called out cursing at Tommy.
“Fuck off,” Tommy snarled waving his arm at Oliver and pulling you away.
***
When you walked out of the Garrison you impatiently escaped from Tommy’s grasp. His eyes widened at the feeling of you getting away but you quickly turned back to him, pulling his face down with your small hands and crashed your eager lips on his. He smiled into your kiss before placing his hands over your cheeks devouring you into him.
Eventually, you pulled away to catch your breath but kept your eyes trained on his.
“You’re a bad man, Mr. Shelby,” you teased watching him lick his lips and roll his eyes.
“And I do bad things,”
You nodded pressing your thumb to his lip, enjoying the tight grip he held you with.
“Do bad things to me,” you whispered as he stared through the barrier of your eyes into your soul. The only thing keeping you from collapsing was his arms holding you up.
“I have no problem doing that,” he smirked pulling you down the street.
