#tommy conlon fic

[jakegyllenbaalz]

tom hardy filming warrior (2011)

[wandawiccan60]

Tommy Conlon Masterlist- Renewed

One-Shots List

• You Deserve Better- A Tommy Conlon X Dahlia(OC) One-Shot

• One-Shot: Coming Soon

• One-Shot: Coming Soon

• One-Shot: Coming Soon

[ron99hardy]

- Wading -

I watched Tommy shove a piece of cake off my plate into his mouth, while I sipped on my tea, eyeing him over the rim of the mug.

,,You sure you cant finish this?’’

,,Yeah, go ahead.’‘ I assured, slowly pushing the half eaten plate towards him. ,,You look like you haven’t eaten in a while.’‘

,,I’m on a diet actually.’‘

I didn’t need to ask further for what he restricted his food for. From the past knowledge I understood it was for nothing, but a fight. I couldn’t help more than let out a sigh after realisation.

His eyes quickly flicked to mine, before dropping back down to his food.

,,What?’‘

,,Nothing.’‘

My chest started to form a heavy feeling I couldnt resist. The thought of him in an octagon didn’t leave a pleasant apprehension in the pit of my stomach, but I wouldn’t try to interfere. I couldnt.

From the first time I saw Tommy again, I could sense that no one could control what he does. He would sprint head first into a brick wall if that’s what he wanted to do. It wasn’t my place after all these years to enlighten him of what is right or wrong.

,,Are you okay?’‘ His voice was low, nevertheless the warmth was to be sensed. His gaze layed on mine, watching my face for any warning.

,,Yeah,’‘ I fidged the loose strands of my hair behind my ears. ,,I’m good.’‘ The smile didnt reach my ears completely.

I dropped the view I had of him just for a second, only to find his now grown piercing stare riveted on me. But it wasn’t my face that had his attention, it was the 22 carat that snug around my finger.

I felt insecure and exposed and because of that I rushed my hand from the strands down to my lap. The action prompted his eyes to move up to mine and I grew even more uncomfortable.

I could see the last bite he took forcefully make it’s way down his throat.

,,Nice ring.’‘ He kissed his teeth, pulling away his eyes from my puzzled ones.

The way the fork rushed down the empty plate stung my ears and send a wake up call through the diner.

Eyes from nearby tables landed on us, however I couldn’t move my view away from him.

His tongue poked the insides of his mouth, while a tiny smirk formed in the corner of his lips.

,,Of course she would.” He spoke to himself.

Sarcasm dripped from his tongue, it shot up quickly and dimmed as silence followed when he decided to gift me his side profile. 

Stillness was glued between us and I found myself wondering what he was thinking. He was way too quiet and him being quiet only meant that he was being analytical.

His jaw locked and flexed while his eyes tried to fixate a spot in the room.

,,I wanted to tell you.”

,,When?’‘ His question was rushed.

,,I got to see you just yesterday Tommy, do you think I would have jumped you and shoved you this in your face to tell you about it?’‘ My finger pointed to what should have brought me the biggest happiness one ever felt, but it didn’t.

,,You didn’t wear it yesterday.’‘ His arms folded on the table, peering at me through heavy eyelids. ,,A coincidence?’‘

,,You know I dont like jewelery.’‘ I kept my answer sparse. I knew what he was on about. He thought I would hide my bond from him, what somewhat is true to a degree. I didn’t want to surprise him with the news after our reunion. It wasnt my plan on stealing the light from him, with an event I knew he wasn’t okay with.

,,Since when?’‘

,,4 months.’‘ I answered meekly.

,,4 months and you didn’t dare writing me about it?’‘

,,No I didn’t.‘’ I nearly hissed. ,,It was so rare of you to write me back or get you on the phone. I didn’t want to irk your world with stages of my life.’‘

,,Are you serious? You getting married is ‘just’ a stage of your life for you?’‘

His question revealed more of myself than I wanted him to know.

,,Not married,’‘ I corrected him, fidgeting the ring on my finger. ,,I’m only engaged.’‘

He shifted in his seat but the movement was super stiff. ,,Yeah, makes it any better.’‘ 

I knew he was wound tight and unbidden and I wanted to do everything in my power to ease the tension. However, I was the cause and there was no way possible that I could fix a problem when I was the problem.

,,With who?’‘

The eagerness to know flickerd in his eyes, but at the same time how relaxed he looked didn’t give me any comfort. Tommy wasn’t to be underastimated when mellow.

,,Dave,’‘ I halted. ,, Dave Ivanick.” His name burning a displeased sensation in my mouth.

,,Do I know him?’‘

,,No.’‘

,,And what does Dave do?’‘ His face twisted.

,,Please Tommy, I think -’’

,,No,’’ He snapped only for me to hear. ,,I want to know.’’ 

I left the breath out that got held captive in my lungs. ,,He is a lawyer.’‘

,,A lawyer, okay.’‘ He slumped back on the seat and pressed his lips together. ,,Are you happy?’‘

I blinked, digesting his question.

,,Yeah, I am.’‘

My confession was only a lie because I was far away from being content with my life and didn’t want to declare my misery to him.

I saw him scrutinizing if I was deceptive. It made me uneasy. I hated how easily he saw through me and I was left to question how after all these years he still was able to read my being. 

No matter how hard I tried to form my words into creating a fake image around my condition, he could smell my bullshit from miles away like a freaking dog on patrol.

,,Does your Dad like him?’‘ Tommy’s voice startled my thoughts.

,,No.’‘

My Dad’s opinion on Dave enlightend my memory. ,,He is too ‘formal’ for him and not valorous.” I couldnt help smirking and rolled my eyes.

,,Yeah, you’re Dad is a rough dude, he doesn’t like just anybody.” He grinned, freeing the tension we were pinned under mere seconds ago.

,,Can you believe, we’re so grown that we talk about stuff like this now T?’‘ My eyelids flickered calmly as nostalgia hit me. ,,I can’t believe we’re so old now.’‘

,,You’re not old.’‘ His voice was full of confidence. ,,You still look great.’‘

I looked at him wide-eyed as my cheeks warmed. ,,Thank you. You look great yourself.’’ My compliment caused his lips to twitch into a grin that didn’t unfold into full potential.

,,But look,’‘ I pointed at my forehead. ,,you can already make out wrinkles.’‘ I wiggeled my eyebrows.

My belly flustered butterflies through my being when he offered me the biggest smile. Seeing grown up Tommy beam left me speechless and almost pacing my hand down my bag to grap my phone to perpetuate the moment forever.

I observed him incessantly, until his throat left a shaky cough, pressuring him to break the secret conversation our eyes held, only we were able to understand.

,,Why can’t you look at me Tommy?’‘

He shrugged. I wanted nothing more than to lose myself in the pool of green and blue again.

,,Look, I’m sorry. I know I should have told you.’‘ I stated.

My apologize didn’t reach his ears, as he made no attempt at looking at me again, so I repeated.

For some reason it took me some time to grasp that something different cought his attention and he wasn’t just staring into the distance.

Following his glare, my eyes zeroed on the door in the very back of the diner.

My eyes latching on to a person I knew all too well.

As though he sensed my stare, he looked between me and Tommy. His eyes instantly locked with mine when he was finally able to identify. 

I watched as his face morphed from confusion into joy.

Anxiety that I thought vaporized into nothingness was now coming back at full force, racing my heart uncomfortably.

I wanted nothing more than to morph into the depth of my seat, when Dave wandered towards our table.

His smile illuminated against the dim lights of the diner. It was rare to see someone so well dressed like him in an obsolescent place like this. The contrast therefore between delightful and depraved seemed comical.

,,Hey, baby.”

His hand graced my back and I couldn’t help but stiffen up at his touch.

Dave placed a quick pack on top of my head and while it should take me to the moon, it made me want to jump out of this place.

The tension was so thick. My eyes were busy dancing between both of them.

Tommy was staring curiously up at Dave, while Dave on the other hand was smiling gleefully down at me.

,,Who’s this?’‘ Dave’s brows furrowed in confusion.

My throat grew a lump I almost couldn’t swallow past.

,,Dave, this is Tommy,’’ I pointed at him, avoiding his glance. ,,and Tommy, this is Dave, my fiance.’‘

Speaking it out felt like poison being poured down my throat.

I couldn’t resist the heat any longer my cheeks felt. My past love was burning holes into my profile I was sure would never heal.

To my surprise, Tommy held out his hand first. ,,Nice to meet you Dave.’‘

The smile that formed on Tommy’s face was fake, but not fake enough for other people to recognize how much of an actor he could be.

,,Nice to meet you too Tommy.’‘ Dave’s voice was so innocent, it nearly drove me to the edge.

I cleared my throat as they both shook hands, landing four well known eyes on me.

,,Wait, so you are the ‘childhood friend Tommy’?’‘

I wanted to tell Dave that he was way more than that but bit my tongue.

,,Yeah, yeah I’m that friend.’‘ Tommy looked at me before heaving his glinted eyes back to Dave.

,,She doesn’t tell me much about you, but when she does I’m always eager to listen.’‘

,,Well, what did she tell you about me?’‘ Tommy quizzed, forcing me to lock eyes with him.

,,That would push your ego way too high.’‘ They both let out a laugh and I cringed.

I needed to get the fuck out of here.

My past colliding with my future made me sweat so much, I was sure a stream of moisture would fall if I lifted my shirt.

,,Why did you come here Dave?’‘ I stood. ,,I thought you had work?’‘

,,I got off early. I thought I might pick you up, so I called your Dad and he told me you were here.’‘

I know he could feel the distress I was in when his eyes went back and forth between a silent Tommy and me. ,,Why? Is there a problem?’‘

,,No!’’ I screeched, startling not only myself but my fiance as well. ,,No.” I repeated.

My pulse must have been at 200 and I ran my hands over my head, in hopes of cooling my features.

,,I’ll wait for you in the car.’’ Dave’s eyes watched me closely, before getting a last glimpse of Tommy. ,,Was nice meeting you Tommy.’’

,,Yup, you too.’‘ His voice appeared behind me.

With Dave out of sight, I finally released my tensed shoulders, letting air expand through my lungs.

,,You look pale.’‘

Frustrated, I turned towards Tommy and sighed. ,,Hey, look at me.’‘

His demand made me look at him immediatley. ,,Relax.’‘

 The way his face lit up to bring my being some sense of comfort just wanted me to kneel down to the floor and sob for enternity.

,,I’m sorry.’‘ My soul declared unconsciously.

,,For what? That I got to meet your man? Come on.’‘ Yeah my man. ,,I would have met him sooner or later anyway.’’

,,No.’‘ I sniffed.

,,No?’‘ He chuckled and I was able to see the twist of his front tooth I used to make fun of when we were younger.

He watched me for a while before opening his mouth again. ,,I know this was a lot for you now, but you shouldn’t worry. Everything is alright.’‘

,,You’re not mad at me?”

,,No, I am. I wish you would have told me earlier, but it is what it is.”

,,I’m really sorry T. I just-“

,,It’s okay.”

I couldn’t believe that he finally spoke in whole sentences, instead of giving me short responses. The only problem is that they told me to ease my heart, because of the way my old best friend got to meet my freaking fiance, when this topic shouldn’t have been present between us until I decided to.

Tommy knowing about my relationship, smashed the little girls heart inside me that only had eyes for him. It let me know that this was all in the past. It would forever nestle in the back of my memory and fall into dust and I had to approach a life that didn’t involve him, at least not in the way I always wanted to.

He got up his seat.

,,Keep your head high.” His rough finger nudged my chin up ever so slighty, not making it able for me to reminisce in it’s familarity. 

I was embarressed of the way my agony unblossomed.

,,I’ll see you around, Tommy.’‘

I turned my back on him to walk away from this misery, but was halted instead by a grip around my wrist.

He took a step closer towards me, allowing me to peer up at him. His face was traced away from all sensibility, but I saw in his eyes how much worry stung his emotions.

,,Take care of yourself.”

,,Yeah,” I mumbled. ,,you too.”

The pressure framing my wrist, turned into sweet caresses as his thumb went up and down my radius bone. It was the first time after internity feeling his touch. It made the hairs in the back of my neck stand up and electricity rush through my veins.

,,Alright. You should go,” He exhaled. ,,or else he will eat me up.’‘ He nodged his chin towards the outside where Dave was seated in his car, watching our every motion.

A chuckle escaped me at the thought of his statement. If anyone ate anyone up, it was most defintely Tommy eating Dave and he would not leave a single crumb. No discussion.

I smiled half heartedly and nodded, leaving him where he stood.

I turned around one last time to have full on view of his being. Behind his intimidating form there was this gentle beast that only I knew. I had the privilege to know it and I loved every second of it.

Since my childhood I savoured being in his presence. He made me feel protected and cared for and even grown up he left me in awe. I loved when he did the most simplest things such as deciding to pour his heart out and stating his opinion on topics.

I tried to understand him when nobody listend and was even accepting enough of when all I could hear was his sweet breath when he fell asleep on the phone.

Tommy was my safe space. I felt real when I was near him. Understood and not alone. He filled a void and that’s all I ever craved. Him being here again after all those years I couldn’t see him, reminded me of how much my eyes missed him.

Yes, we talked whenever he was free in the military, but seeing him in person again brought the little girl inside me back to surface. I was with the love I buried so deeply again. But I wasn’t really with him.

Fate had other plans, and made me cross paths with someone who was able to marry my human form, but not my soul.

My soul belonged to someone else who is held captive by his own past and demons. This, I accepted and tried to move on. Unfortunately, my heart couldn’t.

I knew Tommy loved me, though I never dared to make the attempt to find out how much.

A blind person could see with how much adoration he looked at me. But he never made the move and I didn’t dare declaring my feelings of fear of being rejected.

So I was left with imaginations of what could have been.

Sighing in relief I plundged into the passenger seat. My nerves got the best of me. My palms were sweaty and my breathing was still uneven. I inhaled and exhaled slowly before glancing over at a silent Dave.

,,I like him.”

,,Hm?’‘

,,Tommy, he looks like a good guy.’‘ He ceased his leering from the diner.

I didn’t know what to say. Tommy didn’t look like a ‘good’ guy until you got to know him. In fact his appearance was oozing menace, but I was glad to know that someone looked past that and saw that he was pure, even if it was Dave.

,,Yeah.’’ I shrugged him off and turned facing towards the direction that send tingles down my spine.

Tommy was watching us. Not watching, freaking piercing us with his glare.

He offered a small smile I know was only designed for me.

The way it faded when he saw my face forcefully pushed against another one stopped the drumming within my chest.

Dave’s lips eagerly traced mine in hopes of a heated kiss, while I couldn’t latch my eyes off of an exasperated, woeful Tommy.

,,Stop Dave!” I squealed.

It brought me to tears how he kept watching us. Under the wall of moisture rising in my eyes, I could make out how his face morphed into disgust.

In the inside I was screaming, and my eyes saw red. How dare he? What has gotten into him to do this to me?

My cheeks by now were drenched in tears while Dave’s hands traced over my whole body, placing his lips on every spot possible on my neck and back on my lips.

I wanted to die and I was sure I would if my breath kept being cut off.

When Dave tried to lure his tongue inside my mouth I couldn’t help myself anymore.

,,Dave fucking stop!”. I yelled when I gained strength strong enough to shove him off.

My immediate reaction was to connect my hand with his cheek.

The noise echoed throughout the car and the only sounds of our breathless bodies were welcomed next.

My hand gained a pulse by itself and the throb was stinging my hand blood red.

My head was shutting off. This couldn’t be real, my reality. The handprint left on his cheek reminded me that this was in fact very real. This was my reality.

The gaze in Dave’s eyes scared me, it was so dark I was sure it was going to devour me. I have never seen him like this.

,,What the fuck are you doing?!” I screamed. ,,What the fuck are doing Dave? I repeated. ,,Fuck you!”

He suddenly looked perplexed himself. He has never been so aggressive in being in contact with me.

But it didn’t matter any more.

When I looked back to search for Tommy, he vanished. There was no trace of him left and I didn’t know if I was able to be part of his presence ever again, or if my accident was the cause for a long denouement.

~

As good as it gets, I’ll have more regret, you’re something I cannot miss

[angel-inked]

When they listen to music

Where words fail, music speaks 🎶

*This took longer to write than I expected 😅, but enjoy*

Taglist: @vvkingofgaybisciutsvv @thequeenofthewinter @thedevilshardy @mollybegger-blog @wandawiccan60 @cameleonhardyfan63 @inkwolvesandcoffee @potter-solomons @liliac-dreamer

3AM.

There's something therapeutic about the wee hours of the morning. It's like listening to music in a dark room at midnight. Feeling like you're the only person awake in the world, like everything is at a standstill. Tommy has been roaming the streets of Pittsburgh since 3AM, with his army green massager bag slung over his shoulder. The insomnia didn't help.

He figured the cause of it to probably be paranoia, whether it came from his time in Iraq or from Paddy's alcohol fueled mood swings was hard to say. That's how he got that split his eyebrow. Shortly after he turned sixteen, he was minding his own business when Paddy whipped around and punched him. He remembers waking up in a hospital bed to the sound of his mother's crying. That was the first and last time one of Paddy's beatings sent somebody to the emergency room. Tommy fled with his mom soon thereafter.

His dad's wedding ring was what cut into him, he figured, stitchs cause the bleeding wouldn't stop. He scratched at the scar, hell, just thinking about it, made it itch. Pressing the volume rocker on his phone to turn the music in his headphones up a notch, a vague attempt to take his mind off of his father. He had a vice of keeping his headphones in, even if he was being spoken to. Heh, mom always told him off for that...

It relaxed him.. to a degree. Sitting on a bench, staring out at the water of the Allegheny River, no one around, music in his ears. The sun was just barely on the horizon. People would be flooding the streets soon, and thus, his serenity would be ruined, but for now, he was peaceful.

Let's dance!!!

"So, what culinary delights will tickle the pickle tonight?" Eddie Brock asked into what looked like an empty apartment, and got no answer, except a dark snicker in the back of his head, in a voice that wasn't his own. "Not like that, you perverted para-" Venom forced Eddie's mouth shut, producing inky black tendrils from Eddie's back to help rifle through the kitchen cupboards.

Eddie sighed, realizing he'd have to go grocery shopping soon. "What is this?" The symbiote asked, holding a box in front of their host. "Mac and cheese," Eddie answered, "that'll do." He added, reaching over to turn on the radio before he began searching for a pot to boil water in. Not the end of the world by Katy Perry came on, and Eddie started to sing along to it.

"It's not the end of the world, no, not the end of the world. Throw on your fancy attire, fears in the fire. Don't lose hope"

Venom materialized their head, floating just behind Eddie, turning on the stove top with helpful tentacles.

"A fortune teller told me the power's in your mind. You might see a cliff, but I see a way to fly. Flipping off the flop, now I just enjoy the ride, just enjoy the world. Yeah, I just enjoy the ride"

Eddie continued his singing as he hauled himself up on the edge of the counter to wait for the water, swinging his legs back and forth to amuse himself. Venom bobbed their head to the beat and swayed their tentacles to the rhythm.

"You can make a wish even on a satellite, on a plastic lash or anything you like! You can tame a dragon if you're not afraid to fight, not afraid to fight, no, not afraid"

Eddie smiled, hopping off the counter and into a full body spin as he joined Venom's spur of the moment dance.

"It's no funeral we're attending, actually, just the beginning. Throw on your fancy attire, fears in the fire. Don't lose hope!"

As the song faded out, Eddie and Venom shared a laugh. Suddenly, the pair of unlikely partners heard a hissing sound, "Oh shit!" Eddie exclaimed, rushing over to the stove as the water boiled over. Immediately regretting his decision to grab the pot lid without a potholder. "Ow!" He yelped, thankful Vemon was in a good mood today as the burning sensation dissipated quickly. Vemon adjusted the lid before looking down at Eddie's crumpled position on the floor, leaning back against the floor level cupboards, "idiot." Vemon's voice rumbled.

Eddie scoffed, "Yeah, you could say that again!".

Opera debacle

"Yeah, but opera's not fuckin' singin' is it!" Alfie exclaimed. Your husband has been rattling on for.. You're not actually sure, a couple hours at least, and Tommy Shelby looks about done with him. Then again, when is he not?

"It's not singing. It is the sound that people make before words." Alfie sounds like he's arguing with someone, but he's the only one speaking. Lizzie Shelby looked at you from her chair, confusion etched into her features. You were surprised when Tommy showed up with his wife on his arm, him claiming that she wished to meet you in person, not that you had any qualms about her. It just wasn't often Tommy was accompanied by anyone other than his brothers.

Lizzie hadn't met Alfie until now, probably for good reason, if you asked Tommy. Judging by that look she was giving you over her cuppa, this was not what she expected. You leaned toward her, "Let him go," you whispered, "he'll run out of puff or get to whatever Tommy came for sooner or later." You smiled quietly. Tommy, on the other hand, quietly smoked his cigarette on the couch as he waited for Alfie to get to the actual point of the meeting.

"I always knew opera was just a bunch of fat people fucking shouting!" Alfie exclaimed, pulling the needle off the record and effectively silencing the gramophone. He moved to one side of the room, glaring at the floor. Finally, he went back to his seat.

Groaning as he sat down, resting his chin on a closed fist for a moment, "Bah!" He griped, waving off nobody. "Are you done, dear?" You asked, beginning to think maybe you should have let your spouse wake up naturally instead of waking him up yourself, considering how grumpy he's been since then. Alfie stared at you, scrunching up his face with a soft grumble.

"Am I done? Done with fuckin' what?" He questioned, throwing his hands up in confusion.

Songbird.

Garden trowel in hand, you covered the last of the seeds you had in hand with earth. You crossed your ankles for support as you straightened and popped your back, sighing with satisfaction at the feeling as tiredness set in. You and your fiancé had been planting all day, "you alright love?" Farrier asked, kissing the top of your head before kneeling next to you.

"Just tired," you smiled, "lot of work this, but it's worth it.". "Aye," Farrier agreed, finishing off his cigarette. A smirk appeared on his face, "I know how to make this more fun." He explained. "How?" You asked, slightly concerned about what he had in mind. "singing," he suggested. "Sing what?" You giggled. "Dunno." He smiled back at you.

Farrier stood, making his way over to the water tap, connecting the hose. You heard him start singing lowly to himself, something in french that you couldn't understand. "Is that a war song?" You questioned with a smile on your face. "In a way, more for ceremonies and the like." He explained. Farrier continued his song, like a songbird sat on the windowsill early in the morning, soaking in the golden rays of the sun and singing its juaty toon given way to dawn. You were more than content to lose yourself in the sound of the voice of your loved one.

Rock n' Roll

Forrest had always been the odd man out when it came to music taste. Howard and Jack just about always had bluegrass or country on the radio, Howard even listened to swing when the urge struck him. Sure, Forrest is not really a jazz man, and he liked bluegrass and country well enough. It's what he was raised on after all, but rock ballads are more his speed and occasionally some classical.

Slow and rhythmic, in a word, relaxing. Forrest didn't often give the old record player in his office the time of day, but when he did, like right now, it's probably best off you leave him alone. As this usually meant it had been a hard day, and he had no interest in being bothered, as Howard and Jack found out the hard way, as usual.

That was probably why Howard was currently standing in front of you in the small, dimly lit hallway. Giving you a very puzzled look with his somewhat brushy eyebrows looking like they were desperate to touch each other. "Where are you goin'?" He asked, eyeing the pair of iced glasses, bottle of bourbon, and the book you were holding. "Forrest' office." You replied simply, trying to sidestep past the eldest brother. Howard stepped in front of you, his tall 6'1" figure looming over you.

He glanced over his shoulder at the door his previously mentioned younger brother was behind, "I'm not so sure that's the best place to be headed right now." He explained, scratching the back of his neck. "He's expecting me, now move out of the way!" You grumbled, slightly annoyed with him. You were tired and It's been a long day for everyone, but luckily for Howard, you have a bit more patience than Forrest does.

Howard finally allowed you to pass and disappeared into the barroom. You pushed open the door, Forrest looked up at you as you shut the door behind you. You sat one of the icey glasses down in front of him, pouring the bourbon you knew to be a favorite of his. "Thank you." Forrest mumbled, turning back to his ledger. "You're welcome." You smiled, filling your own glass before sitting down across from Forrest and opening your book.

The slow rock and roll pumping out of the record player was the only source of sound in the room as Forrest continued his work, and you enjoyed your book and drink. The both of you quietly enjoying each other's company after a hard day's work, with some lovely music in the background that you both enjoy.

[rose-like-the-phoenix]

Option B sounds like something I would actually say 🤭

love how you write them ❤️

Could you do the reader reacting to the hardy's saying "you deserve someone better than me" (had my oc in Silenced Fire do this with Forrest and now I want more of it lol 😅 also love you're interpretations as well)

Bob Saginowski

"You know, when I talk to you, I know you're a good person. There ain't a whole lot of good people around here. And I really like you, but when I think about it, you deserve better than me."

Forrest Bondurant

"I care for you, and because of that, I think you gotta move on, find a better man. Cause me, well I ain't worth a pretty lady like you time."

Eddie Brock

"I mean, you're amazing, and I'm a loser. What can I offer someone like you? You deserve better. You deserve more."

Leo Demidov

"I've searched for love for such a long time. And I've found you. But, now I worry, I'm not enough. I can give you my heart, but I don't have wealth to lavish a beauty like you with. How can I be good enough for you?"

Tommy Conlon

"I'm broken. You might not see it, but I'm in pieces. What if I fucking turn into my dad? What if I accidentally hit you? Nah, I rather die than hurt you. You gotta find somebody else, some guy that will really treat you nice."

How would you reply to them??

A. I want you, it's always been you.

B. Shut up, I love you and you can't change my mind.

C. Yeah, you're right. I wonder what Alfie Solomons is doing tonight 🤔

[emmedoesntdomath]

emme’s obscure newsies headcanons

hi! so, @sparkedblaze (because they definitely did a lot with this project) and I spent some time making headcanon and historical information posts about some of the lesser known newsies who don’t always get a lot of love, inspired by this post by @roideny (who, by the way, has also made another lovely masterlist of historical analysis that you should check out here). feel free to pick and choose what you want to use for your own headcanons, fics, fanart, etc. thanks!

also, if you don’t see enough about the character you’re interested in, yell at me, @ me, hit up my asks. I will gladly give you more. 

Manhattan Newsies

Elmer pt. 1

Elmer pt. 2

Elmer pt. 3

Albert pt. 1

Albert pt. 2

Albert pt. 3

Finch

Mush

Oh, Romeo

Kid Blink

Specs

Crutchie

Tommy Boy

Itey

Swifty

Jojo

Henry

Mike & Ike

Barney Peanuts

Skittery

Buttons

Bumlets

Bumlets pt. 2

Boots

Snitch

Racetrack

Dutchy

Pie Eater

Les Jacobs

David Jacobs

Coffee Bean

Splasher

Sniper

Jack Kelly

Magnet

Brooklyn Newsies

Hotshot

Graves

Myron

Bart

Slasher

Spot Conlon

Other Newsies

Smalls

Other Characters

Delanceys pt. 1

Delanceys pt. 2

Delanceys pt. 3

Bill & Darcy

Katherine Plumber/Pulitzer

Sarah Jacobs

Miss Medda Larkin

Joseph Pulitzer

Denton

for stuff I didn’t cover, I would check these other resources:

@newsiepedia and their character info sheets (although they mainly do more well-known characters)

@newsie-collective and their heacanon posts

@crystallizedtwilight‘s comics are essentially canon

@noxexistant‘s everything

@athousandboxjumps has AMAZING headcanons

@stocksonromance also has beautiful headcanons to share

@musicalcuriosity hasn’t posted in a while, but their historical stuff makes me weep with sheer joy

@loving-jack-kelly has posted some jack content that has literally made me squeal 

@thefactsofthematter post fanfic works that SHOULD be canon

@idontknowwhatimdoing668’s incorrect quotes are accurate 

AND SO MANY OTHERS THAT I DIDN’T SAY BY NAME OKAY THANKS BYE

[alfiestreacle]

my brain is so hardwired to Tom Hardy that whenever i read fics of non-Hardy characters (esp faceless ones like Simon "Ghost" Riley of MW2) my mind immediately imagines Tommy Conlon instead

even my boyfriend was like "now don't you go imagining me as daddy tom in your dreams" 😭

[ao3feed-newsies]

Forever and Always

by, Oceanic_Cherries by Oceanic_Cherries “She's beautiful.” Race whispered, brushing her head gently. “Ain't she Albie?” All Albert got out was a few stutters. He was too mesmerised to speak. Their baby was actually here and in his arms. Just over a year ago, Race and Albert decided they were ready to have a baby. Obviously, neither of them were biologically capable of having a baby, so they asked around if anybody would be willing to be a surrogate. Sarah, David's twin sister, looked into it and ended up agreeing to it, starting what would be the journey that led them here.   Or Race and Albert have a baby, chaos ensues over the coming years. Words: 696, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Newsies!: the Musical - Fierstein/Menken, Newsies - All Media Types, Newsies: The Broadway Musical! (2017) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Characters: Racetrack Higgins, Albert DaSilva (Newsies), Spot Conlon, Elmer (Newsies), Sarah Jacobs (Newsies), Jack Kelly (Newsies), David Jacobs, Buttons (Newsies), Crutchie (Newsies), Specs (Newsies), Mike (Newsies), Ike (Newsies), Tommy Boy (Newsies), Splasher (Newsies), Finch (Newsies), Stray (Newsies), Splint (Newsies), Medda Larkson | Medda Larkin, Katherine Plumber Pulitzer Relationships: Albert DaSilva/Racetrack Higgins, Sarah Jacobs/Katherine Plumber Pulitzer, David Jacobs/Jack Kelly Additional Tags: Parenthood, Children, Racetrack Higgins Has ADHD, Dancer Racetrack Higgins, Autistic Albert DaSilva, Hard of Hearing Albert Da Silva, Modern Era, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Based on a Tumblr Post, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Family Fluff, Aged-Up Character(s), Smalls real name is Charlotte, Race and Albert are Smalls parents, This might be the strangest headcanon I've written a fic for, but screw it, Ralbert fluff, Spot Conlon and Elmer are siblings read : https://ift.tt/lt6iEpL - February 25, 2024 at 08:12AM

[angelictroublemaker]

Hi I would like to recommend a fic to you all,

How Close (9923 words) by linaerys Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Warrior (2011) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Frank Campana/Tommy Conlon Characters: Frank Campana, Tommy Conlon, Brendan Conlon, aTess Conlon, Paddy Conlon Summary: Tommy recovers and trains again after the events of the movie.

Thomas "Tommy" Riordan Conlon - Warrior (2011 film)

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[charliehoennam]

Hello its me again!

Asking for some more Alfie domestic fluff. Maybe Alfie and reader up and about with their new small baby? Or reader telling Alfie shes expecting? Dunno just love me some Alfie Papabear 🐻

I appreciate your hard work ❤️

Have a wonderful day☀️

Awh, thank you so much for the lovely compliment! I'm very happy you enjoy my work. Now that I've caught up with a couple of my Jake Gyllenhaal characters series, I'm gonna get working my Tom Hardy fics, so Hardy lovers! Brace yourselves!

I've recently watched Warrior and I just need me some Tommy Conlon, but our Alfie bear is always welcome here!

[angel-inked]

Song fic: The devil inside - Daniel Murphy

This is the start of a song inspired Forrest Bondurant fic, I have a Tommy Conlon one in the works as well

And without further ado, enjoy!

Taglist: @vvkingofgaybisciutsvv @thequeenofthewinter @thedevilshardy @mollybegger-blog @wandawiccan60 @cameleonhardyfan63 @hoodeddreams13 @inkwolvesandcoffee @liliac-dreamer @potter-solomons

“And its special deputy!” The newcomer nit-picked. Sheriff Pete Hodges narrowed his eyes, all this so-called “Special Deputy” had done so far was reinforce his distaste for city folk. “I hear these mountain boys have got, uh… oh, what do you hicks call it?” Hodges did everything in his power to suppress a glare, “Cherokee… blood in them, yes, this would explain why they're a little… animalistic in their nature.” Charlie Rakes said, features scrunched together as if the mere thought of it disgusted him. The sheriff sighed silently through his nose, thinking that whoever thought it was a good idea to send Rakes to Franklin wanted to damn his small town to hell. “Well, I don't rightly understand what you mean,” Hodges started out, not looking to stir up things that didn't have no need to be stirred in the first place, “but there's a feeling around these parts,” the newcomer's ears perked up with intrigue. “Forrest bondurant, he's.. different from the other folks, some say..” The sheriff paused to choose his next word carefully, “Indestructible.” He decided. “You mean immortal?” Rakes asked with a smirk, awaiting a laugh from the sheriff to assure himself that his leg was being pulled under the table. Hodges expression remained serious however, the laugh Rakes wanted to hear never came. “Others even say he's got the devil in'em.” Hodges added. Rakes let out a high pitched laugh, making Hodges wonder if his unmentionables were still in his abdomen, “Shit,” he scoffed, “you hicks are a fucking sideshow unto yourselves.” He chuckled. “You know something?” Hodges said before he could stop himself. Rakes looked up at him with a curt and disdainful smile, “I don't much like you.” The sheriff uttered, finally giving himself the satisfaction of speaking his mind. “Oh yeah?” Rakes asked, gesturing to him, “Well, would you believe that not many do.” He added sarcastically.

[clairecrive]

I can't stop thinking about that hot neighbor Tommy one you did, I have the tommy feels now. So for this 🌾 a more specific request, whatever you want. Can I ask for a smutty Tommy were your friends and you accidentally let out that your ex never made you orgasm🙈 and Y/n is like it's probably my fault I'm just weird. And Tommy is like it's not your fault let me prove it to you.

A/n: it feels like this request has been sitting in my drafts for forever, I'm really sorry!! I know you've been wanting some Tommy for a while so here it is. I feel like I've lost touch with him so I'm sorry if this feels weird. Also, I might have done my own thing with it and it's more fade to black than actual smut....

tag list: @mollybegger-blog, @br0ck-eddie, @shadow-of-wonder,@evelynshelby, @innerpaperexpertcloud, @fandom--0verdose,@sopxhiea, @fuseburner, @seldomabsent, @annisse,

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TOM HARDY MASTERLIST

There was one thing that many people didn't know about Tommy. Well, to be fair, there were many things that people didn't know about him seeing as he was more closed off than a vault.

But the one thing that no one would be able to guess, is that Tommy gives the best advice.

He's used to listening and, given his line of work, he's very good at reading people and predicting their moves.

Or, at least, in your years-long friendship, he had always given you life-changing tips.

Not this time though.

"What did you say?" you choked on your coke.

He couldn't have possibly said that.

It must have been your emotional state that made you mishear him.

"You know I'm always here for you," he said casually shrugging his shoulders like he's offering you a ride home and not to give you an orgasm.

"Well, damn, Tommy, you're bringing selflessness to a whole new level."

"Trust me, this ain't me being selfless," he murmured before taking a sip of his beverage.

What's up with him?

This wasn't the first time that you had come to him to vent about your latest argument with the boyfriend of the hour or after a break-up. He's always been very supportive offering to swear at him with you, offering a shoulder to cry on or ice cream to mend your heart.

But offering to give you an orgasm? That's definitely a first.

To be fair, this was the first time that you had shared something about your sex life with him. It was an unspoken agreement between the two of you that it was something better not shared.

it started about the first time you had caught him post affair. You had swung by his place unannounced like you always did and let's just say that if his dishevelled hair wasn't a dead gave away, the panties lying around definitely were.

Now, of course, that part of Tommy's life wouldn't be lacking. Like, have you looked at him? This man is the embodiment of sex.

But having the confirmation of it wasn't something you were eager to get. Yes, yes, having a crush on your best friend is idiotic but what was it?

The heart wants what it wants.

Still unable to believe what's happening, your eyes flickered through your drink to his.

Maybe they were spiked?

Almost as if Tommy was reading your mind, he sighed and took the drink out of your hands and rested it on the coffee table along with his.

"Look," he settled his body so that he was facing you but still leaving some space between you, "I know this may sound weird, but 's really not."

"I mean, think about it. We've been into each other almost as long as we know each other."

Excuse me?

"Pinch me," you said offering your arm to him. Maybe it's stupid because if it's a dream, I'm not sure I want to wake up from it but if it isn't...

"Hey," he did take your arms but he only used it to pull you closer to him, "I'm serious."

"Not that I'm against it or anything but where is this coming from? Because you know, I'm not that heartbroken, I don't need a sympathy fuck."

You weren't sure that you could handle a one night stand with Tommy. Maybe future you was going to hate you for missing this opportunity but you simply couldn't.

"That's not what this is about," Tommy said with a slight shake of his head.

"Then what is this about?" you murmured almost afraid of knowing the answer.

"I'm finally done watching you be happy with other people," his lips twitched before he added, "or in this case, unhappy with dumbasses."

"I'm telling you Tommy if you're joking I don't care. You've signed yourself to me now. No takebacks."

"Fuck takebacks, you've stuck with me baby girl," he smirked before he hauled you on his lap. You let out the most girlish yelp ever but it soon was smothered by Tommy's lips on yours.

Don't let his burly appearance fool you, this beefy man has the lips of an angel.

You didn't know if it was the softness of his lips or the fact they were on yours or maybe both but you moaned. You moaned on his lips.

Fuck if this was happening with just a kiss, you couldn't imagine what it would be like in the bedroom. Actually, yes, you could and you couldn't wait.

"Now, let's fix your little problem, shall we?"

[fae-ridgeite]

Spot

Spot is Bisexual (preference towards men), FtM and uses He/Him pronouns. He's 17 years old

The reason he's called "Spot" is because of his freckles. He has Epidermal Navis, meaning his highly pigmented freckles follow his Blaschko lines in swarms

His real full name is "Salvador Gabrial Conlon". His father was Irish and his mother was Italian. (please please please @ me if anyone writes Italian Spot fics) When his spots started to show up around the age of 5, he was thought to be diseased or cursed and kicked out onto the streets. His father was a dock worker and his mother a seamstress.

He has a serious sweet tooth. This is inspired by all the clip of Tommy Bracco stealing Laurie Veldheer's birthday cake, the Girlsies's dressing room's TicTacs, and his addiction to Schmackery's Cookies. He was also the first one to get to the Newsies cookie cake.

He has undiagnosed Depression and Autism. He believes both are fake and something is wrong with him

He's not very into baseball, but he likes to play umpire when the boys go out every Saturday

Crutchie

Crutchie is Cupioromantic and uses He/They pronouns. He's 18 years old

He has undiagnosed ADHD

Crutchie's real name is "Casey Marty Morris", Marty being his middle name. This is inspired after the 1992 Newsies' actor for Crutchie, Marty Belafsky.

He likes to paint and draw. He met Jack at the refuge and got to be so close with him because of their shared interest in art. He's the one who got Jack into painting

If he could afford to go to school, he would. He soaks up knowledge like a sponge

He affectionately taps the boys with his crutch when they are fooling around

York

York is Gay and uses He/Him pronouns. He's 21 years old

He's Crutchie's cousin, but they look like siblings. York loves Crutchie with all his heart, but after loosing his eye Crutchie keeps away.

York's real name is "Rodger Marty-Andrews". Unlike Crtuchie's real name his Marty is hyphenated with his last name, which was inspired by AKB's name.

York doesn't like leaving Brooklyn, that's his safe spot- his click. He was born and raised there and loves the people there

He was raised in a church. Like most of the Newsies, hes an "orphan" or was told he was one. His mother was one of the nuns but to protect her and baby York, the nuns at the church he was born at pretended he was given to them

he doesn't speak a lot because of his voice. He sounds like a younger Harvey Fierstein, which makes a lot of people look at him and that makes him anxious.

Drop your newsies headcanons im bored

[ripleyink]

Disgraced Deviants - Tommy Conlon

Author’s Notes: I have more of this written and saved but I wanted to post this to see if it was for anyone’s interest. If there’s anything particularly triggering in here--besides what’s already mentioned and my bad grammar--let me know. Sometimes I miss things. Length: Longer than my John Shelby fic--not as long as I originally intended it to be (seriously this was almost 10 000 words, I cut it back a lot). Rating: For adults. Definitely for adults. WARNING: Violence, a woman does get physically attacked in this so be warned, strong coarse language, and mentions of PTSD, implications of domestic abuse.

Someone was shouting at another outside but no one inside was paying attention.

The erupting noise of a bang filled the enormous space of the boxing gym, its sound fitting to that of a large sack of meat being slammed forcefully against a cement surface. It wasn’t far off from that image conjured in the majority of the attendees heads since their attention was dragged to one of the three boxing rings; entranced by the fight going on in that ring rather than their own business.

In the ring that had captured the attention of the others, Tommy Conlon had his opponent pinned beneath his weight, only partially aware of his elbow digging deep into the younger boxer’s already bruising side. Tommy couldn’t recall his name, couldn’t bring to mind what he said about where he came from or what his reason was for wanting to fight Tommy. All Tommy managed to remember in the heat of his oncoming victory was that the guy was left-handed; he grabbed with his left, swung with his left and dodged to his left and this observation made by his more experienced opponent was ultimately his downfall.

The ex-soldier held him down without struggle, his arm wrapped securely around his opponent’s neck while he waited—the trapped man whipping back and forth like a desperate animal—for him to tap out. The longer Tommy held him, the more frantic the younger man became, and soon he was grabbing the back of Tommy’s neck, sloppily throwing unseen punches into any part that would cause momentary weakness. The more he chose to struggle and fight against his inevitable defeat, the harder he was pinned into the floor of the boxing ring. Tommy was getting fed up with how stubborn this kid was choosing to be and glanced over at his coach, Paddy, for some assistance in persuasion.

Paddy, donning a beige flat cap in the gym with his matching ensemble of casual beige and white clothing, nodded in understanding and stepped up to the ring. He crossed his arms and perched them on the edge of the ring’s platform, lowering his head to meet the younger competitor’s eyes. It was time for a little heart-to-heart with one of the younger souls.

“Hey kid,” Paddy rasped, attracting the pinned boxer’s attention. “Tap out, okay? There are no heroes here.”

The boxer who was practically merging into the ring’s floor by the undeniable force of Tommy Conlon couldn’t have been older than twenty-two. While he was muscular like all the other men present in the gym at that exact moment, there was no life experience in his eyes; life ages a person, experience ages a person, but his olive-toned skin, jet black hair, strongly-defined jawline, and dark brown eyes kept any trauma he may have suffered perfectly concealed. There was no puffiness to his face, no blemishes, and no little flaws that gave character to the likes that walked in and out of the boxing rings. He was identifiably fresh, new and extremely naïve to go up against Tommy Conlon who was known for knocking his opponents down within the first five minutes. Unless this guy magically turned into Brendan Conlon, Tommy’s brother, he was screwed from the get-go.

When Paddy saw that this guy was stubbornly refusing to tap out, the older man swallowed a harsh lump forming in his throat and leaned in closer. “Listen, he’s already been to prison—I’m not fond of him going back based on charges of murder of a stupid kid who didn’t want to hurt his ego. Tap out now or get choked.”

Those few seconds of rushed contemplation was enough for the younger boxer to really consider his situation. Frantically, he slapped his hand—not tapped; slapped—against Tommy’s swelling bicep that seemed to be closing little by little against his throat. Tommy’s arm weakened, releasing his defeated challenger from his vice grip. There was an obvious sense of indifference he displayed when the man gasped as he inhaled the musky but welcome air of the gym, his forehead pressed against the dirty floor of the boxing ring. The champion—glistening beneath the white lights as if his own sweat had formed a protective sheen—pulled himself to his feet, tearing his mouthguard away from his teeth and spat into a blue plastic bucket left on the side below the platform. There was no crimson swirls of blood mingling with the saliva; something which Paddy Conlon considered to be a win for health more than rank.

But what it also meant was that this guy, the one who naively went up against his son, wasn’t a challenge. Tommy had only been out of prison for a couple of months yet there was something rippling inside of him; a heat, a desire to burn and war against anyone willing to go up against him. Since the fight he had with his brother and the witness of what level of power the Conlon brothers could drag from their damaged souls to use in a boxing match, no one had been tempted. No one wanted their heart to stop working because their opponent’s aim was a little too good and the force of their punch a little too severe.

But Tommy wanted a challenge. He wanted someone to throw him off, to make him forget his own existence and simply be in the present of the fight. Whatever this man’s name is or was—if he had told Tommy it went right over his head—he wasn’t good enough. He was too young and very stupid.

Paddy eyed his son moving to the edge of the ring, resting his arms on the rope while he continued to spit out saliva that had built up in his mouth. His father dropped down to collect the water bottle left on the floor, pulling the cap for Tommy before he handed it to him. Studying his son, Paddy grew concerned that Tommy wasn’t resting because he needed a break but because he was giving the other guy one. Had Tommy gotten worse while being in prison? Had he become more aggressive?

“Tommy,” he fixed Tommy with a calm yet intense look. “Hold your position but give them some room to breathe, alright?”

Tommy nodded at him, but it didn’t seem very sincere. Still, Paddy wasn’t going to push it at that moment in particular, since he was concerned about the kid who had boldly, and arrogantly, decided to go up against his son. In his defence, he didn’t know Tommy had been training even in prison; keeping himself in shape and focused under the watchful eyes of military prison guards. Maybe that was why Tommy had been so ruthless in this fight; prison had really made him learn what it meant to survive in a harsh environment.

The older man returned to where the younger fighter was; he had collapsed onto his back, breathing rapidly with his eyes squinted shut and protected teeth clenched at the inevitable agony he was feeling. Paddy leaned closer to the man clutching his side, hearing him grunt and groan through the overwhelming sensation. Once again, Paddy crossed his arms over and rested them against the edge of the platform, barricaded by the ring’s ropes from the man who would need a stitch or two above his left eye. The man’s bled through five different wounds that Paddy could see from his angle. There was probably more and definitely some internal bleeding to add to this guy's medical bill.

“Well, I can’t say you don’t have some balls, kid, but there’s a thin line between holding your own and being stupid. Learn to let your pride and ego go and tap out earlier next time.”

With that being said, he reached through the gaps in the rope to give a supportive pat on the young man’s arm. He was probably one of those kinds of people who fight others because they have self-esteem issues.

“WILL YOU FUCK OFF!”

“Why?! So you can run circles around me?!”

“—fucking following me to the gym now, what is wrong with YOU?!”

“YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO FUCKING PAY ME, YOU ASSHOLE! THAT’S HOW THIS SHIT WORKS!”

Everyone in the gym was dragged abruptly into the sudden commotion occurring inside the walls—Tommy and Paddy being of no exception when their eyes and ears were called to the attention of the two people having a shouting match inside. Natural curiosity and instinct toward the out-of-norm was enough for all the coaches, the fighters and general visitors to pay attention to the drama. Tommy’s brow furrowed while he watched.

Without any confusion stood a man and a woman arguing with their voices raised. The man was someone familiar to all whether it is more so to some and less to others. His name was Bobby Fisher; a frequenter to this particular gym and an all-round irritating sort of character with spiked, copper hair, a patchy beard, tattoos of naked women marking every inch of skin his torso could provide and dark brown eyes that always had a feverish glimmer in them. It was the kind of stare a rabid dog might have but because Bobby preferred to punch a bag than a person, he was relatively harmless to the other fighters. Tommy had never spoken to him nor had any interest in him until this moment.

To add further character to his appearance, Bobby was also a tall, broad-shouldered man. He towered over others easily and the woman he was screaming at the top of his lungs at was no exception. In fact, she was about average in stature but far more simple in appearance than Bobby. Her blonde hair hung long in a rather boring style, her nose was tipped upward at the end, the shape of her face was round but not unattractive, and while her eyes were wide in the heat of her emotions the colour wasn’t identifiable to Tommy. He couldn’t tell. His eyes snapped to the movement beside her jean-covered leg, slightly stunned to see a large German shepherd pacing to and fro behind her. Tommy could see it was on a leash; but it growled and barked whenever Bobby took a step closer to its master and that made Tommy concerned that a leash won’t hold it back.

The young woman’s breathing shook, her fingers combing through her hair while she tried to calm herself down. “Bobby, you owe me five months rent… I’ve tried being understanding of your situation and everything but I’m not doing this anymore… I need to survive as well…”

“You followed me to the fucking gym—what part of that is fucking reasonable?! You fucking stalking me for money now, like, what the fuck is wrong with you?! You’re a fucking psychopath!”

“You want a place to live,” she whispered vehemently to him, “you have to pay the fifteen hundred for it or else I’m going to throw your shit on the street and lock you out.”

It was so abrupt that it didn’t process anyone’s mind for a moment—not even Tommy’s or Paddy’s. In a mere millisecond, Bobby’s arm came up and his closed fist connected directly into the side of the woman’s face. She doubled back, tripping on her booted feet while Bobby stomped forward, gripping her by her hooded jacket and bringing her closer just as he slammed his fist once again back into her face. The second punch was what snapped everyone present out of their shock.

But no one acted as quickly as Tommy did.

Tommy gripped the rope and jumped over, propelling himself toward Bobby as soon as his feet touch the ground. His peripheral vision fell out of focus as his directive became clearer to him; gone was his thought process, replaced by military training and basic human instinct mingling together with a rage that only ever emerged in the controlled environment of mixed martial arts. It overwhelmed Tommy and pushed any other sense out of his mind, out of his concentration.

His palm connected violently with the side of Bobby’s head, tightly clutching the gel-soaked strands of Bobby’s red hair and dragging him off of the woman whose screams were not missed by Tommy. The familiarity of the circumstances had caught Tommy Conlon in a trance of memory and the only thought screaming the loudest through the red fog was:

Get away from her.

“Get the fuck off me—” Bobby demanded, clawing at the side of Tommy’s arm with what tiny fingernails he possessed to use in self-defence.

Though there was a man bigger than him clawing at his arm, begging him to let him go, Tommy couldn’t hear any of his cuss-ridden pleas or the attempts to break through the fuzzy haze which clouded Tommy’s judgment. The voices, the yelling; all of it was a blur, blending into incomprehensible noise in the background which filled his ears but failed to reach his brain. In a swift, jutting movement, the fighter threw Bobby to the floor, far away from where he was safe. Bobby attempted to recover quickly enough to make an escape before any damage was made to his own face, but he wasn’t fast enough; bigger than Tommy, definitely, but not the kind of warrior he was. Tommy’s knuckles connected sharply, violently against the side of Bobby’s jaw. Then he hit him again, and again and another punch.

Every action he made was being spurned on by the sound of a dog barking… and the screams of the woman still ringing in his ears while she tried to shield her face from the blows…

On the outside was Paddy Conlon. He had seen Tommy get into a state but nothing like this; this was something animalistic, something buried so deep only now did it surface and it was appearing with a vengeance. He couldn’t comprehend the level of violence he was seeing, but his son, as cruel as it sounded, had put himself in a really terrible position. Tommy was on parole from the prison and a fuck-up as great as this would get him screwed over—possibly house arrest and another incident would lead to a return to prison. Paddy hurried over to his son, failing to move as hastily as he once did.

“Tommy!” Paddy rushed to his son, startled by the sheer ferocity on display. “Tommy, quit it! Tommy! Tommy, the fucking cops are gonna think you started this! Tommy, you’re on fucking parole! Let him go!”

The strength of the punches began to split skin apart, darkening the area of attention for the assaults as they swelled and would soon bruise, and all the while Bobby seemed incapable of kicking Tommy off of him. After some deliberation to risk their safety to break the fight up, the other fighters and gym attendees snapped into action. Several of the bigger guys wrapped their arms around Tommy’s stomach and arms, seeming to actually have difficulty tearing him away from Bobby’s beaten self. Each of them, all knowing Tommy well from his daily visits to the gym, restrained him as best as they could until they waited for the inevitable sense of rationality to clear Tommy’s clouded mind.

It was as if a blindfold had been removed the eyes of a raging bull. Tommy’s intense stare, not glancing for a second away from Bobby, softened into one of bemusement. He scanned the rest of the gym, seeking out something, but seeing it was nowhere to be found. The woman and her dog: where were they?

“Where is she?” Tommy mumbled, slipping his arms out from his restraint. He felt deflated suddenly; the same way air would come out of a tyre after puncturing it with a sharp object. He felt like someone had taken almost all of the energy from his body.

“She ran off! Girl had a swollen eye and was bleeding all over her face so I imagine she’s fucked off to the hospital or something,” one of the shorter, thinner gym attendees, Marlon, replied. He shrugged his shoulders when Tommy glanced over at him, clearly feeling safe standing in the boxing ring far away from where everyone else was.

Meanwhile, Paddy approached Bobby’s grunting, bloodied form lying awkwardly on the floor of the gym in a thickening mixture of crimson and speckles of saliva. The sight was truly saddening to see; probably appalling for someone who wasn’t accustomed to these sorts of brawls being carried out by unthinking, ferocious men behaving like wolves.

“Get back to what you were doing,” Paddy addressed the remaining attendees in the gym while glaring down at Bobby, “maybe Eddie won’t pull the shotgun out on you if you act like nothing happened.”

“What about the blood?”

He waved his hand, grumbling. “There’s blood in these kinds of places all the time, what’s a puddle of it going to do?”

“Give Eddie a seizure,” Marlon replied, shrugging his shoulders.

“We’ll have to risk it, won’t we?” He chuckled harshly, lifting an arm to point at the lockers. “Tommy, go have a shower and get dressed. We’re done here for the day.”

The small crowd eventually dispersed. The tension in the massive gym fizzled into an uneasy simmer but everyone remained on edge for another possible outbreak of anger. Some of the men laughed sheepishly to clear the anxiousness from their tightened muscles, others slipped back into systematic ritual of their training routine without another word, and some decided to head to the gym showers and probably spend the rest of their day and evening getting drunk. Paddy swept the back of his arm across his wrinkled, leathery forehead doused in a nervous sweat from before. He glanced over to find Tommy pulling the tape from his blood-coated knuckles, nudging the locker room door open with his shoulder. His opponent—who refused to tap out for as long as he could manage—far away from where Tommy was.

The older man sighed heavily, turning his attention back to Bobby. The ginger boxer was managing—though poorly—to lift himself off the ground, specks of blood spitting from between his blood-covered lips and scarlet-stained teeth.

“What the fuck—” Bobby mumbled sinisterly, trying to see through the one eye that wasn’t swollen. “Which fucking cunt did this?”

Paddy sighed even heavier than before, his eyes rolling. He, with a bit of difficulty, bent into a crouch beside the beaten man.

“I recommend staying down. The one who beat you has done time and well,” he laughed hoarsely, “frankly, you look like a prolapsed asshole.”

Bobby spat again onto the carpeted floor, levelling himself onto his less bruised side; supporting his weight on his forearm. “Where is she?”

Remarkably, Bobby seemed to have missed that conversation occurring just a moment before. The coach shrugged his shoulders, gesturing to wide space empty of any women at all. The gym itself, made up of grey and alternating shades of blue, was filled with only sweaty, putrid-smelling men who had been there for no less than a couple of hours. But no, no blonde with a German shepherd was there for Bobby to see or find. If there was one thing Paddy was going to learn from his own past, it was that Bobby was never going to see a blonde with a German shepherd unless he wanted cops on his ass and prison in his vision.

“Fuck knows,” he chuckled humourlessly. “But I have a good feeling your shit is gonna be on the sidewalk when you get home this evening.”

The copper-haired fighter gave Paddy an irritated but acquiescent stare. “Yeah, that’s probably what’s going to happen… I rent out a room from her…”

“You know what you’re gonna do when you see your shit on the sidewalk?” Paddy’s voice darkened threateningly, his hand snapping to clutch the back of his spiked hair in a harsh grip. “You’re going to take your things, leave the money you owe her, then fuck off and not contact her again. In case your dumb ass didn’t notice, there are at least twenty men who witnessed you beating the shit out of that poor woman and saw your ass get kicked for doing so. Really thin about your choices next time.”

He shoved his head roughly away, pushing himself out of his crouched position, turning on his heel.

“She—” Bobby began, being cut off rapidly by an aggravated Paddy.

“Listen, buddy, whatever excuse you’re gonna make—I’ve fucking done it already. Whatever excuse you’re gonna pull out of your ass to justify yourself, I’ve already been there. I know all the fuckin’ excuses. Don’t fucking try it.”

There was a pause filled mostly by the noise of Bobby breathing through his mouth. There was one thing hanging on Paddy’s mind about the whole incident: it was about money.

“How much do you owe the girl?”

Bobby clicked his tongue. “Fifteen hundred… she keeps fucking reminding me every fucking—”

The older man held up a hand to stop him. “Yeah… you have this impression I’m sympathetic. Do you have the money?”

He didn’t reply. The older man cocked a brow at him, snorting incredulously.

“You do, don’t you? You could’ve avoided getting your face punched in, you know.”

“The money’s for someone else. I owe a couple of people money. ‘s why I do ring fights and shit.”

Paddy snorted again. “Can an old man with a former alcohol problem give you some advice?”

Bobby glanced up at him. The fighter’s face was swollen and visibly sore, his lip was split, his left eye the size of an avocado seed and his black wife-beater singlet stained with his own blood.

Paddy didn’t blink.

“Get your shit together.”

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by, LVP1N by LVP1N Part 1 in a series I'm doing. A newsies canon era fic with two original characters (Dots-Julia and Flower-Elise). Dots is the sister of one Spot Conlon. Shes a Manhattan newsie. Idk how to do summary's tbh. Words: 990, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Julia and my fandoms because why not Fandoms: Newsies - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/F, M/M Characters: Original Newsie(s), David Jacobs, Albert DaSilva (Newsies), Smalls (Newsies), Spot Conlon, Jack Kelly (Newsies), Racetrack Higgins, Sarah Jacobs (Newsies), Katherine Plumber Pulitzer, Morris Delancey, Les Jacobs, Romeo (Newsies), Oscar Delancey, Joseph Pulitzer, Theodore "Teddy" Roosevelt Jr., Kid Blink, Mush Meyers, Specs (Newsies), Snipeshooter (Newsies), Sniper (Newsies), Tommy Boy (Newsies), Bumlets (Newsies), Skittery (Newsies) Relationships: Spot Conlon/Racetrack Higgins, David Jacobs/Jack Kelly, Sarah Jacobs/Katherine Plumber Pulitzer, Kid Blink/Mush Meyers, OFC/OFC Additional Tags: Canon Era, Original Character(s), I'm Bad At Tagging read : https://ift.tt/p7DdXk9 - November 04, 2024 at 01:33AM

[tomhardyspinkyfinger]

Masterlist

Here's my masterlist!! I'll update as a post more! My requests are pretty much always open but if I get too many at once it might take me a while to finish. I write for pretty much any Hardy character!

Alfie Solomons:

Series:

Part 1: While she was Sleeping

Part 2: The Dinner Date

Part 3: Moving In

Part 4: A Simple Life

Part 5: Betrayal

Part 6: Margate

The Good Girl and the Gangster:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

One shots:

New Employment

Baby Fever

Work Place Romance

Tommy Conlon:

The Diner Drama

The Gym

Freddie Jackson:

Freddie Gets Caught

Dog Rescue

James Delaney:

The Man I Can't Kill

Reggie/Ronnie Kray:

The Kray Brothers Learn to Share

Forrest Bondurant:

The New Girl

Eddie Brock:

Risky Cases

Office Blues

Ian Eames:

Jealousy

Leo Demidov:

Series:

The Search for Anne's Island (PT. 1)

Drabbles