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antizionism ≠ antisemitism.

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Bad Liar (Thomas Shelby Imagine)

Anon Baby: 77, 73 and / or 35 for tommy pretty please!!!! Ofc ignore if this is not your thing though 😇❤️

77. ‘I need to leave.’

73. ‘You believe me, right?’

35. ‘This wasn’t supposed to happen.’

This is more of a cuter, soft one - I felt like if I just made a ‘he cheated and got caught and begged for forgiveness’ that would be very bland and typical so i hope you like this one

^ hes so fuckin hot i swear…. skflalkha;glajf;lkajsflaskfj

The day with me typically begins with a piping hot cup of tea, and ends with a piping hot cup of tea. I’m the simplest women you could ever meet, at least that’s what is said about about me. Mediocre, average, simple. And most females would take offence to such a thing, but I liked my simple life. As a matter of fact, I fucking cherished my boring life, and loved it so much. The funniest thing of all is that I found a man, good, and funny, and handsome to love me for the way I am too.

I made sure to rub that in my aunts faces as I walked down the aisle to a man known as Tommy Shelby. They were always extremely unsure of my dreariness. Saying that the fact that I always have a book in my hands and my glasses on my face gets in the way of a woman’s true beauty. It’s bullshit is what it is.

Because for goodness sake, Thomas met me in a library ages ago. Trying to get my head out of the book I was reading to ask me out on a date I had no interest in attending. I was studying to be a librarian, making sure to ace my final exam. 

I can still hear his groggy, raspy, scared voice as I tried to tune him out, I had no clue of who he was, hadn’t even looked up once. 

I’ve seen you here so many times and I’ve finally got the balls to ask you if I can take you out. I’m a respectable man, and I don’t do this very much…

It was all charming, his voice alone did things to me that no man has ever done before. And when I glanced up to see who this mystery man was I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. He was so handsome, so beautiful, so sweet and pretty and perfect. His eyes a blue so blue, the ocean was put to shame. That’s what I initially saw, and what had me falling in love with him. The rest was history, we were happily in love, madly, deeply, and whatever the fuck else you wanted to call us.

He walks down the stairs slowly, wincing a little before coughing loudly, following everything with a sneeze so loud, our little cat Queenie nearly jumps up into my arms.

I sip on my tea, looking up as he walks towards me. “Happy birthday, beautiful.” He bends down and kisses my cheek, making me smile.

“Thank you.” I beam before noticing the tip of his nose is a ruby red. That grin on my face disappears, “Your fever is still up, isn’t it?”

He sniffles, exhaling once his back comes in contact with the chair. “Fuck,” He hunches over, reaching for his smokes. Tommy looks a bloody mess. Which is weird considering he slept through the night, his annoying snores continuously woke me up.

“I couldn’t sleep, babe.” He coughs, covering his mouth. “Fuckin’ hell. I never get sick. I can’t drive you to work, I’m sorry, love.”

I squint my eyes at him, wondering how he’s to even think about my work right now. “It’s fine.” I cross my legs, “You know, I’ve known you for over six years, not once have you had the flu.” Regardless of the facts, I leap to my feet and hurry to the medicine cabinet and pull open the remedies and recipes to cook, “I’ll take work off, tend to you.”

“No, you don’t have to, love!” Again, a sneeze comes out of him and it takes his entire body to shake a bit. “I can take care of meself.”

Rolling my eyes at him, I pull out the family book of curing diseases and shut the cabinet. “By taking care of yourself, you mean only being at work for half the day, and not the full day?”

He laughs a bit, “I need to go into work-“

“No you don’t!” I put my foot down before moving back to the table to grab my glasses, I put them on and open the book in search of my mother’s dreadful chicken noodle soup recipe. Thomas will loose his mind when he sees that I’ll have to use chickens feet, but it will help him a lot.

He sulks, “This wasn’t supposed to happen, I had plans for you today…” Thomas coughs again, this time more dramatic than the last which makes me flip through the pages hurriedly.

Getting lost in the book, I ignore him the way I do too often. I finally find it and read the recipe before bouncing up and heading to the fridge. I can still hear mums nagging voice: you’ll need all ingredients or just don’t ye bother makin’ the damn thing if ya don’t.

She was always so mean, but so knowledgeable and wise. I always told my friends, my mother was some sort of genius before she lived her life, her past spirt wsa definitely a boss businesswoman. Too bad she was such a miserable soul. 

“Okay, here.” I lift the book up and flash it to Tommy. “This’ll all be okay because you’ll feel better very soon.”

“Honestly y/n, I think I’m actually feeling better.”

“Mmmm, I don’t think so, sweetness. Ring up Arthur and John, tell ‘em you can’t hang out today.”

“No I think I’m better.” He states.

“I think not.” I sing.

He sighs. “Alright. I’ll take a hot bath, see if that’ll help. You go ahead to work, I’ll phone you if I get worse. Alright?” 

“Argh, Thomas you’re so annoying! Let me take care of you!” 

“Babe, trust me. I’ll be fine, and isn’t,” He snaps his fingers, his eyes narrowing as he tries to remember her name. “The ginger who smokes a pack of cigarettes a day.. What was ‘er name?”

“Beth?” I almost roll my eyes at him. Beth must’ve come over for tea at least five times with her husband, who Thomas knows fairly well. We’re good friends, coworkers. How does he not remember her bloody name? 

“Yes! Beth, isn’t Beth making you some kind of cake, birthday traditions?”

“Christ,” Putting my hand on my forehead I sigh, how in the world does he remember that but he can’t remember her name. He’s losing his mind. “I’ll just ring the library up and get her to put it in the fridge, or something.”

“Seriously, love, you should go, I think I’ll feel better, and its your birthday, you don’t want to have to take care of me.” 

“But I dooooooo.” I really don’t mind. The more time I get to spend with him, the better. “Why do I need to leave, anyways?” I straighten out my back. 

“Because,” He shrugs, “You’ll have more fun with your workmates than you will with me.” H

I grab my bag, my shoulders dropping as I stare into the deep depths of Tommy’s eyes. “Fine.” I sigh, walking towards the front door. “But its your loss, so, ya.” 

I shut the door without getting a reply out of him, which to me sounded like a chuckle. Which made me think, what the absolute hell is going on. Regardless, the day begins and goes. Beth does bring me a cake, and all of the girls make sure to really celebrate me, which is nice beyond belief.

My feet drag against the gravel when I get home. And I push my key into the lock and twist the knob to pop the door open. I make my way inside my house and saw John’s kid running across my hallway and into the really room. I thought, huh that’s weird. And then I heard him say in a voice that was meant to be low — oi, Toms lady is here! Shut up! 

And then there goes Esme, hissing for her son to not swear, followed by a chorus of shush’s. I drop my bag and kick off my heels before walking towards the living room where the lights are dimmed before hearing a cheers and shouts of people saying happy birthday! It’s cute to say the least, and when I look around and see my friends from the library I giggle, remembering them all in a rush to leave work. Thats why! And the living room is converted into a party room, banners running across the room, cake, tea, champagne, goodness gracious! For me!?

He approaches me, baring two glasses of champagne, Thomas with his deep blue eyes and handsome face. He looks darkly delicious, in a suit that makes me want to tear it off of him, oh, what’ll tonight bring I wonder. 

I take the glass of champagne and smile as he ducks down to kiss my forehead. “Surprise baby,” He says and I melt, kissing him. “Happy birthday.”

I laugh when I see his nose is not at all red, and he doesn't’ sound nearly as sick as he had this morning. 

“Hey!” I point at him, “You lied about being sick to surprise me, sneaky!”

“Yes, you believed me right,? He smirks.

“You’re so clever!” I giggle, shaking my head. “God, I look a mess, shall I change?” 

“You look so beautiful,” He says gazing at me, he leans down and whispers in my ear. “I can’t wait to have you all to myself, Y/N.” 

I lace my hand around his neck and grin at him. “I love you.” 

“I thought you deserved more than a cake from Beth and a few gifts from me,” Turning his head, Thomas nods towards the decor, “Do you like it?” 

“I love it so much!” I reply, taking a sip of the champagne, I look up at him through my lashes, “Thomas Shelby, ultimate husband and romantic and actor?” I look at him quizzically, putting a finger on my chin. “Your a man of many talents, Shelby.” 

I get a flushed smile out of him. “I can also dance.” 

I note the music that plays and giggle once he takes me and drags me to the dance floor which used to be where the dining table was. He spins me around before putting my hand on his shoulder, he puts his hand on my hip. I look up into those eyes, blushing. “Did I tell you I love you?” 

He ducks down and kisses me softly. “I love you more.” 

The sexual tension between me and deleting all of my social media because at this point fuck everything

This is so pure I’m exalted🥺🥺🥺🥺

A story where the one and only Thomas Shelby was chasing a simple horse rider, but he was too afraid of doing something about it.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: In some points it is Tommy and in other points it's not Tommy at all. The story doesn't follow a timeline, it's more like a bunch of moments that happened in the series and in my mind made sense. If you like it that's good and if you don't that's good too, I guess. Tell me if you would like another part/parts of this because for the first time i dont know whats gonna happens next. Also English is my second language so sorry in advance.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,800

The only thing that brought peace to Tommy were horses, he trusted them more than his family and found them more bearable than his relatives. Rarely Tommy was seen in the races only because he hated the presumptuous people and the environment. But when he heard of the female rider he had to see it with his own eyes.

Her horse was as exceptional as her. Tall, black, fast as no other, fearless and incredibly beautiful. Cerberus and his rider were making history, since they started competing they won every single race. The bookies were bored and the people happy and angry at the same time but the Shelby brothers were intrigued. Their plan of fixing the races crashed thanks to Cerberus and his rider.

The first time they won the people thought that luck was on their side, but by the sixth time that idea was long gone. The chauvinist men were furious because a woman was beating their asses and giving zero fucks of their beliefs.

In the balcony where all the people watched the race stood Tommy, watching every movement that she made. The way she walked from the barns to the exit with her head held high, Cerberus by her side in his glorious form. Both of them walked with grace and determination. The way she rested her face in the face on the horse and whispered something while she started to caress the neck of the animal. The way both of them seem relaxed and in peace, like they were the only ones in the place.

She gets on the horse and rides to the start of the line, catching the attention of everyone there and not even flinching in the process. Tommy doesn't even know her name and yet he can't look away. He was mesmerized with her, the way she walked, the way she rode, the way she treated her horse, everything about her was hypnotizing. His “date” was furious because since they arrived he didn't even look or talk to her. His brothers talk about who knows what, he pretends to listen but it was a lie. He was so intrigued with her that he couldn't think of anything else.

Everyone was in their places, the riders were in line, the people waited expectantly, the time seemed to slow down and the mood was heavier. Everyone held their breaths when the race started. Seven horses, one winner, lots of money at stake.

In 5 seconds she went from being in fourth place to being in first and with wide advantage. As expected, she won. As fast as she won, she was out of the race track. In a blink of an eye he lost her. The only thing he knew about her was the name of her horse, Cerberus. Nothing else, nothing more. He asked about her but all the people could tell him was nothing. No one knew her name, where to find her or anything at all.

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Months have passed and he doesn't get any information about her. The only thing he knows is that she was going to compete the next day. And the only logical thought he had was that he had to see her, so he went to the races.

Thomas Shelby was nervous, for the first time in a long time. Because what if she doesn't like him, what if she doesn't even look at him or even worse what if she had someone else. All that and more crossed his mind on the way to the races.

The people were starting to get used to the idea of her competing and winning. This time he wanders on the field hoping to see her, talk to her. In the crowd of horses and people he thinks he sees her but two guys kick him out because he wasn't supposed to be there and the race was about to start.

This time instead of being on the balcony seeing everything from above he decided to stay near the track. The horses and the riders do the usual cavalcade and for the first time he sees her from close. Cerberus was very tall, his black fur glowed with the sun and he was majestic. She had her eyes fixed straight ahead, her face was serious and her hair in a low bun. Maybe it was the way the sun touched her face but he swears her eyes were emerald green. For him the time slowed down and he was admiring her for years, but the reality was that if it was more than two minutes it was a lot.

Like the last time, everyone was where they were supposed to be. The race started and she was the last one, it seems that the race was fixed. The people around him start to swear, scream, and move their arms. But he stood still in silence watching every move she and Cerberus made. The way his muscles clench, the way that his hoofs touch the ground, the way she moves above him, the way she holds the reins, every little thing they do.

The class with which she passed her rivals, one by one lost in the dust she leaves in her way. With every breath Tommy made, she overtook another rider. It was like the three of them were breathing in sync. And again she wins, Cerberus wins. All the people in the track were in silence, astonished with what they saw, trying to believe it. It was like magic, every move that she made was like magic.

The voice telling that Cerberus and his rider were the first ones winning ten races in a row, that they were undefeated, brought people out of their trances causing them to start clapping and yelling. She picked up her prize and for the first time she took off her helmet, greeted the audience and made a bow. Then her and Cerberus left and that was all.

For Tommy everything happened so fast and yet so slow, it was so surreal. He went after her but he couldn't find her. He went to the barns, the track, everywhere, even the women bathroom, nothing. It was like the earth swallowed her. Not a single trail of her or Cerberus.

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All the power that he had and yet he cant finf out a fucking thing from a simple woman, but at the same time she wasn't simple at all. It was frustrating for him. Women come and go as days and she still wanders through his mind. He was afraid for her. Maybe she was hurt or even dead, but that simple idea runs his blood cold. It was irreal to him to be honest, he doesn't know her and still he wanted to protect her.

Nearly a year past and he start to think that she was a product of his delusional mind, a stupid belived of light at the end of the tunel. His family laughs at him and his situation. The people start to forget about her, the history she made, the legend she was becoming. The first woman to enter the races and win ten times in a row and then disappeared. The history name was “Cerberus and the first woman rider” because she was nameless. No other woman competed in the races, no other rider won ten times in a row. She was one of a kind. No one compared to her. Her history was intact and at the same time forgotten.

In one of the nonsense monologues that Alfie was having about moving to Margate while Tommy was trying to do business with him that that peculiar horse name escaped his lips and the next choice of words caught Tommy's attention “Cerberus and his beautiful rider, I swear you mate that woman is like magic. I see her walking in a field full of sunflowers with her horse at sunset. It's like a fuckung paint mate.”

“You know them?”- Tommy was in shock. After so much time, he almost lost hope and there he was hoping his enemy-friend would give him something about that misterius girl that has his heart in her palm and she doesn't even know about it.

“Yeah, yeah. Lovely woman even though she doesnt give me her name. Sometimes she plays with Cyril. Very lovely woman.”- Tommy walked to his car and left the place. Leave behind him a very confusing Alfie. Leaving giving zero fucks about his responsibilities in Shelby Brothers Limited. He had to go to Margate and find her.

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There he was in the only fucking field full of sunflowers in fucking Margate and no misterius woman. No Cerberus and his rider. He was sure that it wasn't a product of his mind, but he started thinking that maybe destiny doesn't want them to meet. But fuck Thomas Michael Shelby doesn't believe in fucking destiny, he was the one who controlled his future so if he had to stay in that damn field for who knows how many days he would do it because he was tired of not knowing who she was.

30 minutes later in the distance a figure was coming and he knew exactly who is, at least he hoped to know who is. The more the figure got closer the more sure he was. It 's her. She was riding freerly. Her arms stretched, the breeze in her face and a wide smile. She seemed at peace, under her was Cerberus galloping and everything was fine, even great. It was like Alfie said, it was like a fucking paint.

Leaning against his car door, cigarette in his lips Tommy kwen that the scene in front of him was the scene he wanted to watch every day for the rest of his life. When she was close enough he started walking in her direccion. Finally they were close enough, but she still was on her horse. Without thinking Tommy approaches Cerberus slowly and when finally Cerberus lets him touch him Tommy starts to caress his head. No one said a word and she got off the horse.

When she was close enough to him he looked at her. She was more beautiful than he remembers. Her skin was freckle and tanned thanks to the sun and her eyes were in fact greens. Her hair was wavy and long. He admired every centimeter of her face. And a small smile appeared in her lips that without thinking made Tommy smile the same way.

And there in the sunset in Margate Tommy Shelby found the woman he tried so hard to find. But the real thing that matters is if he manages to preserve her in his life or if his belief that he is the owner of his destiny is really true.

Currently halfway through Murakami’s Kafka on the Shore and holy shit it’s so goooood

Ok so, I know all of these r so sexy and hot but I can’t help but think of how fuck did they made Cillian appear sweaty (5th gif) ?? Did they made him run laps or smthn? Dnnajdhshshahahahshahhahshaha

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