Y/N , Banging On The Door: Kaz! Open Up!Kaz: Well, It All Started When I Was A Kid...Inej: No, They Meant-Jesper:

Y/N , banging on the door: Kaz! Open up! Kaz: Well, it all started when I was a kid... Inej: No, they meant- Jesper: Let him finish.

Wrote my first ever ✨spicy✨ scene yesterday. It's not gonna be explicit, though so don't get your hopes up, lol.

111 Thoughts I Had While Watching: The Edge of Love (2008)

 Keira Knightley, Sienna Miller, and oh, would you look at that. 

Keira can sing? 

1940s? London Blitz? Based on a true story? Tissues on hand. 

Childhood friends to lovers sounds like a good plot. 

Smoking is bad for you, kids. Don’t do it. 

Wait, he’s married and a dad? This will be interesting. 

Tommy Shelby? Ariana What are you doing here? 

Man, the handkerchief line was smooooooth! 

Vera giving Caitlin her number? They were definitely flirting. 

Getting serious Moulin Rouge vibes with the coloured spotlights. 

Tommy do be smitten like a lovesick kitten and I love it. 

LOOK AT THAT SMILE, I’M IN LOVE! 

“When he looks at me, and I look at him!” ~ Vera, maybe. 

His name’s William. 

THEM FLIRTING, AGH! 

Imagine having a good drink and then the earth shakes. 

“They all melt at the sight of a uniform.” VERA, I AM A PUDDLE! 

He’s walking her home? Where can I find me a gentleman like that? 

“A sad poem about a 100 year old man. Great.” ~ Caitlin, definitely. 

Caitlin loves Dylan, Dylan loves Vera, Vera loves Dylan, Will loves Vera. 

Not a love triangle, a love rectangle?  

Cillian, when will you do ASMR with that voice? 

Vera and Caitlin reading in bed together. They’re in love, Your Honour. 

Caitlin if all you’re good for is nurturing his talent, break up with him! 

Another air raid? 

Stopping a street fight without violence? Will, marry me already. 

Again, don’t smoke kids. Unless you’re a movie character. 

CILLIAN SINGS? WHAT? HOW THE -- HOW DID I NOT KNOW? 

“Dylan, Caitlin, I’m right there. Why are you --” ~ Vera, definitely. 

Vera, if you don’t dance with William, then move over, let me have him! 

The way he comforts her after the air raid? WHERE ARE MY TISSUES? 

“You have a raindrop running down your cheek, like a tear.” I CAN’T! 

“No word of mine will ever hurt you.” WILLIAM, I BEG YOU TO STOP! 

They’re doing the spicy time now and I’m crying. Thanks. 

NO, MOTHER, I AM NOT OKAY! 

“That should be me.” ~ Dylan, maybe. 

Dylan, enough, she’s in love with someone else, okay?! 

“Don’t write poems for me anymore?” Caitlin dump his sorry butt. 

Vera.....why are you looking at Dylan like that? Sus. 

William’s been posted? No!!! 

NOT WILLIAM BEING ADORABLE!!!! 

Dylan and Vera were childhood lovers. See, I was right! 

Why shouldn’t she tell William about it? 

Two girls, chillin’ in a tub, five feet apart, cause they’re not gay. 

Happy music time. 

“FOR OLD TIMES SAKE, EH? WHY’D YOU KISS HER?” ~ William. 

And now they’re singing together in Welsh. A love song, I guess? 

Oh, I know where this is going and I don’t like it. 

The way Caitlin tried to cheer William up. Awwww. 

“Love me, love me, say that you love me,” ~ William, maybe. 

All he’s asking is for honesty, girl! 

You can’t even tell him you love him? HE’S GOING OFF TO WAR! 

Why did I half expect her to shout “I love you” before he got on the plane? 

He’s so poetic even in his letters. 

Oh, no. She’s got the sicky icky which means she’s pregnant. 

She doesn’t want the baby, and yet -- hold on! 

A nurse telling Vera not to scream and Caitlin telling her off. ICONIC! 

A birth and an arm amputation? What an.... interesting parallel. 

Imma just skip over this part because it’s sad and a bit graphic. 

Okay, now she’s in Wales writing a letter telling William to come home. 

“It’s not what I married you for?” GIRL, WHAT? 

I JUST WANNA GIVE HIM A HUG!!! *sniffles* 

Wait, Dylan’s got a new woman? I’m not surprised, just disappointed. 

“If you were a man, I’d fancy you.” ~ Caitlin. 

YES, CAITLIN, GET HIM!!!! 

You sleep with other women because you’re a poet? WHAT? 

I write poetry and I don’t have a partner, but if I did, I wouldn’t CHEAT! 

You know what, you and Vera deserve each other. I’m done with this. 

See? Even the patrons at the bar know something’s up with them. 

Who’s looking after the kids while Caitlin’s on her bike? 

Don’t drink and bike, okay? 

Just friends, huh, Vera? Why’d you kiss him on your wedding day, then? 

He can’t even play with his kid? That’s sad. 

Flushing the poem down the toilet? Not what I expected but good on you. 

LOOK WHAT YOU DID! YOU MADE HER CRY!!! 

Now you’re taking a bath together? What’s William gonna think, huh? 

Poor boy is shell-shocked. 

I thought you said you were going to tell him you love him. 

He can’t even hold or look at his child because he knows the truth. 

Now he’s broke because you spent all his money. 

See? Told you he’d find out. 

Wait, what’s the child’s name? Rowatt? That’s a new one for the books. 

I already have a bad feeling about this Anita person. 

IT WASN’T THE BRITISH WHO RISKED THEIR LIVES!? WHAT?! 

Will had to watch a soldier’s arm be amputated! 

Dylan, you’re friends with these people!?

You have the AUDACITY to LAUGH while he’s having a breakdown? 

She’s just antagonizing him at this point. *sips water.* 

I shouldn’t say it’s okay that he slapped her, but SHE HAD IT COMIN’! 

William, whatever you’re thinking about doing, don’t. 

Going to your wife’s boyfriend’s house with a weapon.... Oh, no. 

You weren’t aiming for anyone, but still, not the best idea, love. 

He told Caitlin what happened. 

Aww, he’s sad because there’s a bruise on Vera’s cheek.  

And because he scared Caitlin’s son and doesn’t like the screaming. 

COME ON VERA, MAKE A SMART CHOICE FOR ONCE! 

Thank you. I am this close *spreads arms out* to forgiving you. 

Okay, this moment with William and his son? I’m crying again, darn it!!! 

“Lashes like feathers, like yours.” WILLIAM! MY HEART CAN’T TAKE IT!  

Not surprising the police are involved after the incident. 

See? Caitlin wonder’s if the kid is Dylan’s, too. 

“You’re my friend.” SAYS THE GIRL WHO SLEPT WITH BESTIE’S MAN?

Asbestos walls? Aren’t they dangerous nowadays? 

“Scratch my head, Cat.” No, Dylan. Kiss my- Oh, look a rainbow! 

How was he supposed to know the walls were poorly built? 

If you can’t live without him, why’d you cheat on him, then? 

“It’s my firm belief that he tried to murder me.....” 

FORGET DEEP BREATHS, I’M SCREAMING INTO MY PILLOW. 

Wait! No evidence of murder? Yay, I guess? 

NO, NOT A HAPPY CAITLIN AND VERA MONTAGE OF THE PAST? 

Everyone made peace with each other. That’s nice. 

I was half expecting a sad ending, but I’m so glad it wasn’t. Also, no, I didn’t cry a hundred times, what are you talking about?! 

Hello! I will take a Tommy x Reader drabble or one shot inspired by this GIF with lots of fluff, pretty please?!? :')

A/N: Hi Jessyca! Thank you so much for your request! 🥰 I’m sorry it took me a little longer than expected but I hope you like it! The gif gave me some pre-war/young Tommy vibes so it’s set around that time. He's around 22/23 years old.

Warnings: None.

Word count: 850

A Sunny Afternoon

1912

Opening the front door, Tommy could hear the crying of their 4 month old baby. He made his way over to the nursery where he found his wife (Y/N) and their son Charlie.

(Y/N) was trying to calm the young boy who was fussing in her arms. Her hair was messy and she had a tired, distressed look on her face. She found Tommy standing in the door frame, looking at them both.

“Oh Tom… I’m so sorry we’re not ready yet. He-“ She sighed before continuing. “He just won’t stop crying. I tried everything.” She told him as she gently rocked Charlie.

“Don’t worry, love.” He answered her before walking over to her, pressing a kiss on her forehead. “Let me try so you can get ready, eh? Spend some time on yourself.” He added, taking Charlie from her. “Why are you making it so hard for your mom, boy?” He asked him, earning some more cries from Charlie.

“I didn’t even start preparing our food, I know you must be hungry after your work.” (Y/N)’s voice trembled, tears brimming in her eyes. Tommy grabbed her hand and pulled her closer to him. “Please don’t worry about it. I’ll help you, okay? I understand that it’s hard when he has days like this.” He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, kissing her head.

“I’m sorry, I’m just tired.” She sniffled. Listen, love. Don’t apologize. That picnic can wait and so can I.” Tommy assured her. (Y/N) took a deep breath and wiped the fallen tears off her face. “Now put on that pretty dress that you’ve been talking about for weeks because I can’t wait to see you in it.” He told her, a smile on his face causing her to smile as well.

When she returned back to the nursery, it was quiet. Except for some mumbling from Tommy. “Mom always does her best for us, eh? Always.” He tickled the little boys belly, a few squeals were heard from the his mouth. (Y/N) smiled and made her way into the nursery.

Tommy looked up at her, his eyes moving over her body. “You look amazing.” He told her, a smile present on his face. “Thank you, Tommy.” She smiled at him. He got up from the chair he was sitting in and walked over to her. “You always do.” He added, kissing her softly.

(Y/N) returned the favor. “I’m not so sure about that.” She chuckled. “Oh but I am.” He told her while admiring her some more. She blushed, quickly focusing her attention on Charlie. “Daddy did a good job with you, hm? Did you just miss him?” She asked the little boy as she stroked his cheek. Charlie tried to grab her fingers.

“We made an agreement.” “Oh you did?” (Y/N) giggled. “I told him that if he stopped crying, we would go visit the horses on our way to the picnic.” Tommy explained, a soft chuckle escaped his mouth. “Oh well maybe I should try that the next time.” She joked.

Once Tommy helped (Y/N) to make their sandwiches and packed all the other necessities in the basket, they left the house to go find their way to their usual picnic spot. As promised they stopped at the horses that could be found nearby.

When they arrived at their spot under the big oak tree, close to a small brook, (Y/N) sprawled out their blanket in the shade of the tree. Tommy took the basket and sat down, making himself comfortable. (Y/N) lifted Charlie out of the pram and joined Tommy on the blanket.

“I forgot to ask how your day at work was.” She said as she handed Tommy a napkin. “It was good. I was busy with the white stallion, he isn’t the easiest.” He told her while handing her sandwich. “We sold one of the horses so I have to say goodbye tomorrow.” He continued. “Oh really? The chestnut mare?” Tommy nodded. “But she’s going to a good home.”

“Wasn’t she one of your favorites?” (Y/N) asked him. “A bit, yeah. It’s sad to see her go but I think I’ll be busy enough with that stallion anyway.” He chuckled.

They both chatted away and enjoyed their food. (Y/N) noticed that Charlie had fell asleep and nudged Tommy carefully. He looked down at his son and smiled. “Look at him.” He breathed out. “So peaceful.” She added.

“He really is. Finally.” He joked. She chuckled softly, carefully stroking Charlie’s cheek. “Let’s get you comfortable as well.” Tommy told her.

He moved behind her and leaned his back against the tree. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her gently against his chest. “Better, eh?”

She turned her head to look at him, a smile tugging on her lips. “Much better.” “I thought so.” He commented before kissing her softly.

They spend a couple more hours under the oak tree, enjoying each others company and catching up on some well deserved sleep before it was time to head home again.

No, you didn't see me reblog these. What do you mean?

Just Rochefort looking darned handsome

Again, my taste in fictional comfort characters is excellent, what do you mean? 

Jeremy Irons as Brom ERAGON 2006 | dir. Stefen Fangmeier