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When Tommy leaves Buck outside the restaurant after their first date, neither of them could have imagined what happened next. Neither could Eddie, still inside the restaurant and unaware that it was a date.
Unfortunately for Buck, his introduction to the physical aspects of being bisexual is violently brutal rather than gentle and loving when he's assaulted in the dark lonely night.
How will Eddie and Tommy react when they learn what happened - and will Buck be able to move forward from the experience?
Chapter 1 Chapter 3 now posted! Cowritten by @wingwyrm Fic is fully written, chapters posted weekly Rating: ExplicitĀ Warnings: Rape/non-con; S7x05 spoilers Pairing: BuckTommy, platonic Buddie
#Hurt Buck#Buck whump#Fight club Eddie makes a comeback#Eddie Tommy team up#Hurt Eddie#Eddie whump#Hurt Tommy#Tommy whump#hurt/comfort#whump#angst#911 spoilers#911 abc#911 on abc#911 fanfic#evan buckley#eddie diaz#tommy kinard#bucktommy#kinley#tevan
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How are we supposed to choose??? š„¹ I'll take one of each
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love you friend!!! ā¤ļø
Marieeee <3 Thank you :) sooo 3-er-5ish from Amnesia fic! (im really not counting these lol) continued from here & here
Over by the helicopter he sees Lucy watching him, and uses it as an excuse to make his departure without looking like he is running away. He tells them all goodbye, letting his eyes linger maybe a moment too long on Evan, before jogging off. āI told you to talk to himā¦ not attack him,ā she teases, giving Tommy a light shove once heās close enough. He laughs, rolls his eyes, and collapses from it all down onto the foot rail. āYou want me to fly back?ā she asks, lowering herself down beside him, nudging him with her shoulder until he finally gives a nod.Ā
His phone dings inside his pocket, and he begrudgingly gets up so he can pull it out.Ā
Evan: hey you took off before I could askā¦ You want to come to Thanksgiving at Maddie and Chims?
Tommy glances back over towards where Evan is still sitting on the back of the Ambulance, his eyes locked on Tommy.Ā
some from ch 10 continued from here & here
He has to remind himself he just had surgery and to not leap out of the bed when the twins stroller finally comes into view. His mom smiles brightly at him, and she picks up her pace, getting the stroller into the room and pushing the door closed behind her.Ā
āOh my goodnessā¦ā she exclaims, parking the stroller beside the bed so she can work on getting Ro out while Evan gets Robby; Tommy fidgets on the bed, his arms already itching to have both of them. āThere you go little miss sassy frass,ā his mom continues placing Ro in one arm, with a smile that only widens when Roās cries instantly cease once Tommyās holding her.Ā
He looks down at her reddened face, her mouth pulled down into an unhappy pout as she tries to catch her breath from crying so hard for so long. He quickly slips his gown off and she is latched in no time; letting out the most dramatic sigh as she settles against his chestā¦ Evanās child for sure.Ā
from the bar fight fic started here
The dim lights and relatively soft music was supposed to help the migraine Tommy has currently had for seven daysā or has it been eight since the breakup? He holds his head in his hands and hears the sound of the bartender refilling his glass, only lifting it once the sound stops so he can throw it back in hopes if he gets drunk enough he will forget that his head hurtsā¦ as well as the talk, dark, and handsome shaped reason that it does to begin with. He is metā unfortunatelyāĀ with a glass of water and lifts his red rimmed eyes (not from the alcoholā¦ even more unfortunately) annoyedly to the bartender. āI think youāve had enough,ā she says softly.
āI have only had three,ā Tommy rebuts.
āFour,ā she counters. āAnd they clearly arenāt doing the trick of drowning whatever memory youāre trying to let go of.ā
aaaaand from the new Tommy mpreg fic also cont. from here
āTommyā¦ā he says, and he sounds so tired. Tommy feels so tired. So he turns and makes the walk of shame back to the loft without any fight. āCan youā¦ come in?āĀ
āCanāt you just give it to me out here?ā
āI could,ā Evan says, setting his jaw; his nose flares slightly like heās angryā¦ He deserves to be angry. Maybe he wants to scream at Tommy for breaking his heart. Tommy thinks he should let him. Tommy sighs, and steps through the door.
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Oh look, it's my current wip!
I love when trauma makes characters messy. I love when characters don't know how to show love. I love when they lash out. I love when they're vile and break down. I love characters who aren't perfect victims. I love when stories don't excuse behaviour but allow you to understand it
#Messy trauma destroying it all#yes please#hurt buck#buck whump#hurt 118#hurt eddie#hurt tommy#hurt EVERYONE#I am having so much fun writing this#911 fic#911 spoilers#bucktommy#evan buck buckley#tommy kinard#eddie dĆaz#911 abc#911 fandom
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something about being alive, despite all of it, because all of it
#something is Happening. 2 me#mcyt#dsmp#dream smp#c!tommy#c!tubbo#clingyduo#something about them finding each other in the rubble of the nuke explosion and realizing that they r both alive. idk#this style. hurts me so bad bro#tommyinnit#tommyinnit fanart#tubbo fanart#not ship art. they are the original best friends they invented it#my art
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9-1-1 ā 8.06: Confessions
#911 abc#cinematv#filmtvcentral#dailyflicks#userstream#tvarchive#bucktommy#dailykinley#smallscreensource#filmtvtoday#usersource#chewieblog#userlauren#userabs#maxtracks#userspicy#otpsource#tvedit#tvandfilm#userblorbo#this makes me cry so much & i'm weeping at the lost storyline potential of it all#i'm getting war flashbacks to lou's quote about how tommy was ultimately looking for love & here he found it but was so scared of having it#everything hurts and i don't think i'll ever be over it :(#8x06
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gay people can never just say "i love you" instead it's always gotta be some shit like "you wouldn't mean to, you wouldn't plan for it, but you'd end up breaking my heart. and i don't think that i could deal with that"
#running away from the possibility of being loved seen and hurt... tommy kinard i kin you so hard bitch#tommy kinard#bucktommy#911#mimi.txt
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I wanted to be a part of that. You were.
#tommy kinard#evan buckley#bucktommy#bucktommyedit#911#911edit#911 on abc#lou ferrigno jr#oliver stark#buck has the 118... he has eddie#who tf does tommy have#who did he go to after this#god this hurts#this show not allowing the side characters to exist outside of the main characters' stories#but fleshing them out just enough to make you wonder what they're going through#and then never telling you#because they truly don't matter in the end... they don't exist off screen#WHAT HAPPENS TO TOMMY NOW??? PLEASE#I'M IN HELL#my stuff
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you're my happily ever after (so i'll take my chance now, risk it all somehow)
rating: G
words: 2.6k
8x06 fix-it, because I'm pissed - I or my fics aren't going anywhere tho <3
thank you to @evansboyfrend for beta reading, ily š«¶
[also on Ao3]
It feels like the whole world is crumbling down. It feels like the Earth should shake, burst on fire, open up and swallow everything around. As dramatic as it is, he kind of expects it to happen, and itās weird that heās still sitting here. His ears are ringing, panic rising in his chest with each of Tommyās words. He watches Tommy get up and head for the door, and heās frozen to his spot. Itās not- it canāt be. It fucking canāt be. āWait,ā he finally manages to say, trying to keep his voice from trembling, ādid you just break up with me?ā He asks, hoping to any entity that listens that he just misinterpreted it, that he got it wrong. Because- because he canāt lose Tommy. Heās falling for him so fast and so hard. Heās ready for the next step. Heās ready to move in together. Heās ready to talk about one day, eventually, maybe getting married. He knows he wants that. He knows what he wants, and he wants Tommy.Ā āYeah, I guess I did.ā Tommy answers, glancing back at him, his expression sad but firm. But Buck knows him. Knows that this mask will crumble into something devastated as soon as he leaves. That Tommyās heart will shatter, just as Buckās is right now. He can see through Tommy, he knows that he cares about Buck. It just- it doesnāt make sense. What was he even talking aboutā¦ It was all so much, so fast, Buckās brain is still scrambling trying to understand it all.Ā āBelieve me, I didnāt see-ā Tommy starts, but Buck shakes his head and interrupts him. āNo.ā He stands up, his legs feeling shaky. Tommy fully turns towards him, confusion in his face. āWhat do you mean, ānoā?ā He frowns.
āI mean, no, youāre not breaking up with me.ā Buck says more confidently than he feels. Because this canāt be it. The last six months, the best six months of his fucking life, canāt end like this. Canāt end at all. He wonāt have this. āI know you care about me. And I care about you. And I donāt want to break up.ā He sees Tommy open his mouth to speak, his expression hardening ā putting on a mask again, trying to hide the hurt. He speaks again before Tommy can. āIf you truly, genuinely want this, not because you think itās gonna be better for me or you, but because you donāt want to be with me, fine, I can respect that. But I wonāt accept it without a fight. I- I wanna fight for us, Tommy.ā Buck steps closer to him, hoping that Tommy doesnāt step back, that might just break him. He doesnāt, heās stuck in place, sad eyes on Buckās. āLet me fight for us. You-ā he adds quickly, on a roll now, not wanting Tommy to interrupt until after heās done, after heās said his piece. He needs to say it all now, let Tommy know how he feels. He canāt watch him leave without trying to fix it first. Tommyās looking at him intently, just listening, not even trying to speak. āYou gave me a second chance once, when I fucked up our first date, and I- I want to believe it wasnāt for nothing. So- so youāre my first man, so what?ā Buck throws his hands up in frustration, he thinks heās starting to sound a little frantic, speaking faster and faster. He just canāt let Tommy leave without him knowing exactly how Buck feels. āItās far from my first relationship ever. Why- why is it so different just because youāre a man? It shouldnāt be. I donāt need to date other people, experiment or whatever else. Iāve dated people, slept around, did it all. I know how that goes, how it feels, and I donāt want to do it again. I know what I want, Tommy. And I want you. And donāt you dare tell me how I feel.ā He feels anger seep in, Tommyās words ringing in his head. What the actual fuck was he thinking? āIām a grown man, I know how I feel. Yeah, itās new and exciting, but itās also real. Itās real to me, and- and if thereās any chance of forever, I want to take it. And-ā he takes a breath. He feels like heās been speaking in one breath, feeling a little lightheaded now, his heart hammering. Or maybe thatās just the panic. ļæ½ļæ½And donāt start with the whole āIām not your lastā bullshit.ā He shakes his head again, tears welling up in his eyes, anger still building. Really, what in the world? How could Tommy want to just throw away the most wonderful relationship thatās happened to Buck in years? Maybe ever? āYou donāt know that. I donāt know that. Yeah, we could break up one day. But you could also be my forever, and I could be yours. Iād love a chance to find out, even if it hurts in the end. But maybe thatās just me. Maybe Iām the only one here brave enough to risk it. And- and what about my heart, huh?ā Tears are threatening to spill, his voice shaking now, with sadness and anger, and desperation. He canāt let him go, he canāt. āYou said Iād break your heart eventually. But this, right now? This is you breaking mine.ā He finishes, almost panting now, his monologue taking the wind out of him, wanting to say everything on his mind, in his heart. He hopes he got his point across.Ā
āEvan.ā Tommy just whispers, with a pained expression. There are tears in his eyes, too, one lone one slipping through, falling down his cheek. Buckās hand itches to reach out and wipe it off, but heās not sure if heās allowed to anymore.Ā
āGive us a chance, Tommy. Let us fight for this. Fight for me, for us. Fight with me.ā Heās aware he sounds like heās begging at this point, but he doesnāt care. This is too important. āI thought itās been so good between us lately-ā
āIt has!ā Tommy rushes to say. āItās been amazing. You make me so happy. Thatās why Iām scared, I just- Iām sorry, Evan, but I canāt let myself get hurt like this again. Because I- Iāve been there before, and it was hard to get back up, and with you- I donāt think Iād be able to ever recover from this one.ā He admits, his stone-faced facade crumbling, and Buck can see his own feelings reflected in Tommyās expression. Sad, devastated, heartbroken.Ā
āWe can- we can take some time apart.ā Buck says around a lump in his throat. He feels like he canāt breathe. All he wants is to rewind until before he dropped the moving in bomb which must be what made Tommy freak out. He could say anything else, and take it slower, and maybe theyād be on their way out right now, a date night like they planned. āIf thatās what you need. A break. But not for good. And then letās come back to it clear-headed, knowing for sure what we want. And if you still want to break up, I- Iāll respect that. But I already know what I want,ā he repeats firmly, decisively. āI want a future with you. I want to move in together, and one day down the line get married, and- and I want it all with you. We can slow down if Iām rushing this. I tend to do that, and if itās scaring you, Iām sorry.ā He adds, not wanting to backtrack any of this, but aware of how intense heās coming off. Heās never been more serious about anything in his life. āBut the past six months have been the best in my life. Iāve never felt so happy, so free, so comfortable, so safe. And Iām not giving up on you, Tommy. I will fight for you until I canāt anymore, until you tell me that you donāt care about me and I should just fuck off.ā
āEvan. You know Iāll never say that.ā Tommy responds quietly.
āI know. Because Iām confident in us, in the fact that you do care, and you do want me. I know that.ā Buck emphasizes, and realizes, not for the first time, that he never felt like this before. This secure. This confident about someone wanting him. āI also know youāre just trying to protect yourself, your heart, and I get it. But I canāt let you go without a fight. I wonāt. I messed up a lot in my life, and I wonāt mess up this. I refuse to. Because I-ā he takes a sharp breath, the words pressing on his lips. He doesnāt want to say it for the first time in a possible break up, a moment of such anger and devastation. But he needs to put it all out there. Needs Tommy to understand how much heās trying to throw away right now. āI love you, Tommy.ā He confesses, sees Tommyās face melt into the saddest expression Buckās ever seen on anyone, tears spilling freely now. Both of theirs, he realizes, feeling wetness on his cheeks. āIāve been falling for you a little bit more with each day we spend together, with each minute. And I know- I hope you feel the same. But if you can look me in the eyes and tell me you donāt-ā he swallows thickly, the thought alone is too much to bear.Ā
āI canāt do that.ā Tommy interrupts quickly. āOf course I love you, Evan. It happened so quickly it kind of scared me a little.āĀ
āI noticed.ā Buck says dryly, and Tommy lets out a humorless chuckle. āIf you ask me, which you didnāt, by the way, you decided for both of us, which was an asshole move,ā he points out, and Tommy looks away, as if ashamed. Good. Buck loves him, which means heās gonna call out when heās acting shitty. āIād rather give us a real try and get my heart shattered if it comes to this, instead of always wondering what if, always wondering if youāre my one who got away. Which you would be.ā
āIām sorry.ā He shakes his head, takes a step towards Buck, now just half a step away. āIām sorry, maybe breaking up is too hasty. Impulsive,ā he scoffs at himself, probably remembering how he called Buck that just a few minutes ago. Well, so maybe theyāre both a little impulsive. Not a problem, in Buckās opinion. āI donāt- I donāt want to break up. I never want to be away from you.ā He says, his voice barely above a whisper. His hand flinches at his side, like he wants to reach out, grab Buckās, touch him. Buck hopes he does. āIt just- it seemed too fast. Like you got wrapped up in the moment. Itās still so new, I thought we were taking it one step at a time, and I didnāt-ā he takes a deep breath, as if bracing himself, and Buck knows what he says is going to sting ā and it does, it feels like a gut punch, actually, āI didnāt think you were as serious about this as I was getting. And I realize we shouldāve done the mature thing and talked it out. Iām sorry. Itās just, weāve barely talked about any future here. But I want it, of course I do. Iām just- Iām scared. My heart has never been in this much danger.ā He looks into Buckās eyes as he says it, more vulnerable than ever. This is everything Buck wants right now, for them to talk, to discuss this, to try fixing it, instead of one of them running away and the other giving up and not fighting for it. Buckās been there, he doesnāt want a repeat.
āTommy.ā Buck is the one to close the distance between them, carefully brings his hands up to cup Tommyās face, giving him a chance to back away, but he doesnāt. Instead, he breathes out a sigh of relief, like he craved Buckās touch as much as Buck craves his. āYou remember when I told you I wanted something with you? Even though I didnāt know what that something was yet?ā he asks and Tommy nods slightly, Buckās palms still resting on his cheeks. āIāve been serious about you since that precise moment. About pursuing this, and wanting some kind of future with you. I know I tend to rush into things, itās been a problem before.ā He huffs a self-deprecating laugh. āI tried not to do that with you, but I failed, clearly. I just think from now on, we both should stay and talk and try to work it out if we have any issues with something. If you still want me.ā He adds a little anxiously, but relaxed when he feels Tommyās palms settle on his hips.
āOf course I want you, Evan. I always will.ā Tommy says, that loving look in his eyes, that always makes Buckās heart melt a little. That look that Buck loves so much, that made him think that Tommy might feel the same way.
āGood. Like I said, Iām not letting you go. Ever.ā He says decisively, a huge weight thatās been there since the topic even started finally lifting off his chest. This might be the best thing thatās ever happened to him, and no matter the conclusion ā which heās pretty sure will be the happily ever after heās always craved ā itās worth the risk, itās worth everything.
āGood.ā Tommy echoes, that gorgeous, scrunchy smile of his slowly spreading on his face, and itās like sunshine came out from behind stormy clouds. āI donāt intend on letting you go, either. I love you, sweetheart. And Iām so sorry forā¦ for this mess. For overreacting.ā
āThatās fine, weāre past this- well, actually, we are gonna talk about it more, but at least weāre on the same page now, I hope.ā Buck says, slowly leaning in. āI love you so much. I never want to lose you.ā
āIām sorry.ā Tommy says again, and Buck just wants him to stop saying it. Itās fine, theyāre fine now. āYou wonāt. You have me for as long as you want. I promise.ā
āWhat if I want you forever?ā Buck whispers, his face so close to Tommy's, their lips almost brush. It sends a shiver down his spine, like he hasnāt kissed him in days, when they just exchanged a quick kiss hello a few minutes ago.
āThat works for me.ā Tommy smiles again, and finally dives in for a kiss, but it lasts barely a second before heās pulling away, Buck trying to follow. Tommy chuckles, running a comforting hand up and down Buckās side. āBut maybe letās put a pause on the whole moving in together thing, huh? At least until we fully talk everything through.ā
āYeah, good idea.ā Buck nods, his gaze flickering between Tommyās eyes, now sparkling happily, and his pretty, kissable lips. It feels so good to be able to just have a mature conversation and resolve whatever issues arise. If they keep doing that, he thinks theyāre going to be okay. Heāll make sure of that. āNo need to be impulsive,ā he adds, his lips twisting into a teasing smirk.
āOkay.ā Tommy chuckles quietly, his cheeks reddening. āJust kiss me.āĀ
Buck doesnāt need to be told twice. He kisses Tommy like he means it, like heās his person, like heās the love of his life, trying to put all those emotions into a kiss. He knows for sure heās getting the same intent back. And at this moment, in his kitchen, narrowly avoiding losing his love because of a stupid reason, he decides it. One day, not too quickly, but not too far into the future, heās going to ask Tommy Kinard to marry him. And heās more than sure of the response heāll get.
[also on Ao3]
#bucktommy fic#fix it fic#bucktommy#wikiangela writes#911 fic#911 8x06#my writing#evan buckley#bucktommy fanfic#tommy kinard#911 fanfic#evan x tommy#buck x tommy#tevan#kinley#read on ao3#dailykinley#911 spoilers#bucktommy fluff#angst and hurt/comfort#angst and feels#bucktommy angst#not gonna tag my tag list this time bc Im exhausted and also not sure who's in the headspace for a fix-it rn#im here if anyone wants to vent or talk btw#and im not going anywhere fuck this
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I think, what Iām mostly honestly devastated about, is Tommy.
Because sure. Weāll keep seeing Buck. Heās one of our mains. And as much as Oliverās words have disappointed me, Buck is still my favorite character. Weāll see him get better. In an improbable but perfect world, he and Tommy grow back together. If not, I donāt see myself being able to invest in his new relationship. I cannot honestly say I will care about it.
But Tommy? My God. Itās brutal. Because heās not happy. The break up wasnāt mutual and it wasnāt nice. The last we see of him is of him heartbroken. Itās of him scared. Itās of him alone.
And it feels so heartbreaking for that as well. Because we donāt know if heās going to be okay. Because what we do know is that he feels alone. And now heās more alone than ever.
Itās such a horrible way to end his journey, if this for real is the end. Heās shown to have a lot of dedicated fans that saw themselves in him, and now youāre telling me this is what they get? That the representation they see on screen of themselves is portrayed in his last moments on screen as someone scared and heartbroken and lonely? Unable to find happiness?
Is that your choice in the current climate?
I guess thatās what makes it so I find it really hard to keep watching. 911, for as dramatic as it is, has always been a feel-good show. Nothing of this feels good.
Nothing feels good when the gay man ends up alone, sad, and scared.
And Iām sorry.
#bucktommy#tevan#tommy kinard#it also hurts bc he had SO MUCH potential#and if it had to end why not give him something idk#not so brutal#not only for tommy#i think the queer community needed the win#and theyāve only kicked the community while they were already down
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I'd miss our kiss if it ever left my lips
buck and tommy! them!! aldhfdsff!!!
#evan buckley#tommy kinard#bucktommy#my art#911 abc#me and my absolute need to use colors that hurt my own eyes while i blast that brightness#the moment right before the episode stealing kiss#drawing lou's hands has made me kdajghsdf over how darn Thicc they are >__>;;;;;#lyrics from 'groceries' by mallrat
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A whump collaboration between @daniwib & @wingwyrm
When Tommy leaves Buck outside the restaurant after their first date, neither of them could have imagined what happened next. Neither could Eddie, still inside the restaurant and unaware that it was a date.
Unfortunately for Buck, his introduction to the physical aspects of being bisexual is violently brutal rather than gentle and loving when his innocence is torn from him in the dark lonely night.
How will Eddie and Tommy react when they learn what happened - and will Buck be able to move forward from the experience?
[Fic is fully written, chapters posted weekly] Read on Ao3 here
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Rape/non-con; S7x05 spoilers
Pairing: Kinley, platonic Buddie
Chapters / Length: 1 of 5, 30k total
#Buck whump#Hurt Buck#Eddie whump#Hurt Eddie#Tommy whump#Hurt Tommy#Everyone gets whumped#including our readers#Evan āBuckā Buckley Deserves Nice Things#But we donāt do that here#Fight club Eddie makes a comeback#No beta we die like Buckās heterosexuality when he kissed Tommy#911 spoilers#911 abc
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Lean On Me.
[Tommy Shelby Ć Reader]
Summary - A cute little hurt/comfort one-shot based on this request. When you're hurt during an incident at the Garrison, it's Tommy who notices and takes care of you.
The Garrison was alive with the usual sound of laughter, clinking glasses, and the low hum of conversation. It was a typical evening, and you moved behind the bar with ease, offering your gentle smile and kind eyes to each patron who approached. Your sweet demeanor had made you a favorite among the regulars, and your presence was often a calming influence in the boisterous atmosphere.
As you refilled a customer's drink, you noticed the door swing open with a force that made it bang against the wall, causing a few heads to turn sharply. A group of men entered, their loud voices and aggressive postures immediately altering the mood of the room. You recognized a few of them as troublemakers who had been thrown out before. A knot of anxiety formed in your stomach, but you continued your work, hoping they would leave without causing any trouble.
Unfortunately, it was not going to be one of those nights. The arguments started almost immediately, escalating quickly into shouts and threats. One of the men grabbed a patron by the collar, slamming him against the bar and causing his drink to spill everywhere. A furious brawl erupted, with fists flying and chairs being overturned. Glasses shattered as they were knocked off tables, and the sound of breaking wood filled the air as a table was flipped over.
You moved behind the bar, your heart pounding in your chest, trying to stay out of the fray. The scene was a blur of violent motion: a man was thrown to the ground, another's face was bloodied by a brutal punch, and someone else wielded a broken bottle like a weapon. The shouts and grunts of pain were deafening, and the air was thick with tension and fear.
Then, you heard the unmistakable crack of a gunshot. The noise cut through the chaos like a knife, silencing the room for a brief, heart-stopping moment.Ā
A searing pain shot through your side, causing you to gasp. You pressed a hand against the pain, feeling the warmth of blood seep through your fingers. Panic surged through you, but you bit down on your lip to stifle a cry. You couldn't afford to let anyone see you falter, not when the pub was in such disarray. You told yourself it was just a graze, nothing serious. You didn't need to cause a fuss.
The tension in the room was palpable when, suddenly, the door to the side room burst open. Tommy Shelby, flanked by his brothers John and Arthur, strode in with an air of authority that immediately commanded attention. Tommyās sharp blue eyes scanned the chaos, missing nothing. In his hand, he held a revolver, its presence a chilling promise of violence. John, with a snarl on his lips, grabbed one of the troublemakers and threw him against the wall with a force that made the entire room shake. Arthur, always the most volatile, swung a chair with a roar, smashing it over another man's back. The Peaky Blinders moved with the precision and efficiency of a well-oiled machine, their brutal swiftness clearing out the troublemakers in a matter of moments.
Tommy fired a shot into the ceiling, the deafening crack silencing any remaining resistance. The troublemakers froze, their eyes wide with fear. "Out," Tommy growled, his voice low and deadly. "And if I see any of you in here again, you'll regret it." The men scrambled for the door, tripping over each other in their haste to escape.
The Garrison was left in shambles, but the immediate threat was gone. Tommy turned to survey the room, his gaze hard and calculating. He didnāt notice as you quickly tied a makeshift bandage around your waist, gritting your teeth against the pain, and continued your work.
Time seemed to stretch on forever as you cleaned up the broken glass and righted the overturned furniture. Your vision wavered, and a cold sweat broke out on your forehead. You pressed your hand to your side again, feeling the blood still seeping through the fabric of your makeshift bandage. Each movement was agony, but you forced yourself to keep going, telling yourself it would all be okay once your shift was over and you could go home. You swept the shattered remnants of glasses into a dustpan, the sound of the shards tinkling like a cruel reminder of the night's violence.
Eventually, you faltered faster than you could catch yourself, the room spinning around you as you fought to regain your balance. A strong hand caught your arm, steadying you. You looked up to see Tommy Shelby's piercing blue eyes staring at you, concern etched into his usually stoic features.
"What the hell happened to you?" he demanded, his voice low and dangerous, the edge of authority unmistakable.
"I-It's nothing, Mr. Shelby," you stammered, trying to muster a reassuring smile but failing. "Just a scratch."
Tommy's eyes narrowed, scrutinizing you with a penetrating gaze. Before you could protest, he had pulled your hand away from your side, revealing the blood-soaked bandage. His expression darkened, a storm of anger and worry playing across his features.
"You're bleeding and you didn't think to say anything?" he growled, though there was a softness in his eyes that belied his harsh tone. "Come with me."
He led you to a side room of the Garrison, his grip firm but gentle, ensuring you didn't stumble. The room was small and dimly lit, filled with the scent of whiskey and old wood, a hidden sanctuary from the chaos outside. You winced as he helped you sit down, the pain now impossible to ignore.
Tommy worked quickly, his hands surprisingly deft as he removed your makeshift bandage and examined the wound. His fingers were steady, the touch surprisingly tender for someone known for his ruthlessness.Ā
"This is more than a scratch," Tommy muttered, his jaw tight with restrained anger. "God damn it, sweetheart."
"I'm sorry," you whispered, tears welling up in your eyes. "I didn't want to be a bother."
Tommy's expression softened, his steely exterior cracking just enough to reveal a flicker of concern. He sighed heavily, shaking his head. "You're lucky I pay attention."
He set to work with surprising tenderness, carefully cleaning the wound. The sting of the antiseptic made you flinch, but Tommy's steady presence was oddly comforting. His fingers traced the edges of the wound, ensuring it was free of debris before wrapping a proper bandage around your waist. Despite the sharp focus in his eyes, you could see the undercurrent of tension, the worry he tried to mask behind his composed demeanour.
The room seemed to shrink around the two of you, the dim light casting a warm glow over Tommy's concentrated face. His hands moved with practised ease, but the care in his touch spoke volumes. It was a side of him rarely seen, hidden beneath layers of calculated ruthlessness and unyielding authority.
"There," he said softly, his voice a low, soothing rumble. He met your gaze with those piercing blue eyes, now softened with concern. "You'll be alright. But next time, you come straight to me. Understood?"
You nodded, managing a weak smile. "Thank you, Mr. Shelby."
He tilted your chin up with a gentle hand, his thumb brushing away your tears. "Call me Tommy," he corrected, his voice tender. "And promise me, no more heroics, eh? Leave that to me."
"I promise, Tommy," you replied, your heart swelling with gratitude and something deeper, something you didn't dare to name. The pain in your side seemed to fade, replaced by a warmth that spread through your chest.Ā
Tommy helped you to your feet, his arm steady around your waist, providing support as you swayed slightly. Each step sent a jolt of pain through your body, but with his strong presence beside you, it felt a little more bearable. His grip was firm yet gentle, a silent promise of protection that wrapped around you like a comforting blanket.
As you walked back into the main room of the Garrison, the remnants of the earlier brawl were still visible. Broken glass glinted on the floor, and overturned chairs lay scattered about. The other Peaky Blinders were busy restoring order, their expressions a mix of annoyance and grim determination.Ā
Tommy guided you to a quieter corner, easing you into a chair before resting against the table beside you. He reached for a glass of water, handing it to you with a gentleness that seemed almost out of character for the hardened leader of the Peaky Blinders.
"Drink this," he instructed, his voice softer now, the rough edges smoothed out by genuine concern. "It'll help."
You took the glass, your hands trembling slightly as you sipped the cool water. The liquid soothed your parched throat, and you felt a bit of strength return to your limbs.Ā
"Why didn't you say anything when it happened?" Tommy asked after a moment, genuine curiosity and concern lacing his words. He leaned in slightly, eyes searching yours for an answer, his brow furrowed with worry.
You looked down at your hands, the glass of water clutched between them. "I didn't want to cause more trouble," you admitted quietly. "I thought it was just a graze, and everyone already had so much to deal with."
Tommy's expression softened, his stern demeanor giving way to something more vulnerable. He sighed, shaking his head gently. "You're anything but trouble, sweetheart," he told you, his tone firm yet kind.
Your eyes widened at his words, your heart skipping a beat. You searched his face, looking for any sign that he was merely being kind, but all you saw was sincerity.Ā
"Thank you, Tommy," you whispered, your voice choked with emotion. The words felt inadequate, but they were all you could manage in the moment.
He reached out, his hand gently cupping your cheek. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down your spine, not from fear but from a profound sense of connection. "Donāt scare me like that again, alright?" he said softly, his thumb brushing lightly against your skin.
The room seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in that intimate moment. You felt a warmth spread through your chest, a sense of belonging that you hadn't realized you craved. Tommy's touch was tender, his thumb brushing lightly against your cheek. You leaned into his hand, finding solace in the simple, yet profound gesture.
"Rest here for a bit," he said after a moment, his hand reluctantly pulling away, though his eyes remained fixed on yours. "I'll have someone take you home when you're ready."
He stood up, but not before softly tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering just a moment longer than necessary. His presence was a shield, a promise that he would protect you no matter what.Ā
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#i made this set for no other reason that i miss them so much it hurts#bucktommy#evan buckley#tommy kinard#911#911 abc#911edit#my gif#anztag#usernolan#useraimz#bucktommyedit#911gifs
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l'manberg is gone
but where will your anger go?
#dream smp#probably a rough time to post this but ive been thinking more about c!niki a.nd i miss her#characters who just wanted their hurt to be acknowledged ouhhgogh#nihachu#c!niki#dsmp#c!tommy#tommyinnit#my art
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Josh making that speech about queer people who had to hide, who bear scars, only to punch us in the face the same way we've always been by queerphobic people was certainly a choice. This speech was deeply intentional and the writers wrapped it with a break up out of nowhere. Tommy's insecurities about his relationship with Buck should have been hinted. The only real insecurity we knew was about him being alone, without anyone to have his back. Without a family. He found that and they just erased everything they built up with this character. Also what was the point of Josh making Buck realize his feelings for Tommy in that very same scene only to lead to a heartbreak like we saw for 6 fucking seasons?!
This break up felt like a big fuck you to queer people, especially the ones who came out later and the older ones. It felt like a "you don't deserve love, you only deserve to struggle because you're broken."
I might be negative right now but I'm hurt. Not really about the break up itself, but really about how it happened. It was botched and it felt like a big joke on us.
Is it a stunt? Could be. But that doesn't erase the hurt we feel right now. Of course, we can always say it's a realistic depiction of a relationship gone wrong, but that's not what happened, isn't it? It didn't go wrong. 805 was selling a strong couple. Then we're served with this break up that happened under less than a minute. They could have made them argue and left them on a disagreement but no. They went full break up. Full stop. Six months of a nice relationship and everything is gone because Buck was becoming serious.
Tommy knew that it was Buck's first queer relationship, how, 6 months later, it suddenly became a problem? At 40, you don't spend 6 months in a relationship without hoping it'll last for a while. At 40, when you're craving for a family, craving for finding your people, you try a little harder than that. Is it scary for Tommy? Of course, but after 6 months, he knew Buck, he had to know he was serious enough to try.
#bucktommy#tommy kinard#evan buckley#911 spoilers#sorry had to vent#this episode really happened at a very bad time for me#i'm struggling to cope#it makes no sense and if it's all part of a plan and tommy is supposed to come back later#it still fucking hurts
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i love the bit from oct 17 2020 when tommy and quackity trapped wilbur in a cobblestone box to keep him from pressing the button... wilbur punching through the blocks with his bare hand to try to get to the button... tommy frantically replacing the block in front of him yelling for quackity to do something... the moment when tommy stops, blocks the exit, and tells wilbur to do it. press the button. but then theyd die with him. quackitys like "wait, wait-" but tommy holds his ground and wilbur. ohh wilbur. "why'd you have to make it so hard?"
#my post#this is just me rambling sorry i love that stream ive watched it sososossoooo many times from all 3 povs#AND AFTER TOMMY AND QUACKITY LEAVE....#wilbur replaces the button. i just need to know that its there.#and he goes on and on about how hes such a showman. how he shouldve just pressed it when he was alone.#but he just NEEDED someone to see him he needed someone to bear witness. guh#shaking. shaking. shaking. tommy put so much trust in him in that moment. he looked at him and said i know you want to hurt yourself but yo#wouldnt hurt me. and is he right to believe that? is he? maybe back in lmanberg maybe back during 'your life is worth more than the#revolution' but in pogtopia?? during 'wilbur wanted to be treated poorly so he treated others poorly'? it was a gamble for sure#and i mean as time went on tommy realized that. that as much as he cared about wilbur he couldnt trust him all the way.#but either way. in that moment i think tommy was sure that wilbur wouldnt press it if he realized that tommyd be killed as well.#that even though at this point people were saying wilbur was crazy. that hed lost it. that even if he didnt get it he knew something was#different about wilbur now. in that moment he bet everything on if there was anything of his brother left he wouldnt hurt him.#fucking. collapses onto the floor#disclaimer if anyone actually reads this far im not trying to slander pogbur in 2024 by calling him crazy thats just how like. every single#other character saw him.#anyways thanks for coming to my ted talk
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