#tommy conlon fluff

[jks1uv]

𝑙𝑜𝑚𝑙 ; tommy riordan | one-shot |

summary: you’re visited by the love and loss of your life after he walked away a decade ago.

pairing: tommy riordan x vsangel!reader.

trope: estranged childhood best friends to lovers.

genre: angst + fluff + hurt & comfort + romance.

warnings‼️: a 3 year age gap (reader is 22 & tommy is 25) + crude language + a kiss scene + a suggestive line towards reader as a model (some guy says she’s fine) + a minor detail describing a small part of the daily routine of a marine which may be inaccurate.

word count: 3,680.

random disclaimerrr: me when tom hardy: 😍😍 happy reading! ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ♡ © 2024 @jks1uv

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you & tommy were the best of friends. inseparable at the tender ages of 5 & 8.

you two were neighbors and your family consists of 4; mom, dad, you, and your little sister.

tommy and brendan had a bigger age gap than you and your sister but whenever you girls would be out in the yard, tommy would feel the itch to go out and play in his little hands.

he knew y’all were younger than him but that didn’t discourage his curiosity.

“um, is… is it okay if i can play with you?” he asked hesitantly.

you and your little sister look towards the voice and find a boy older than the two of you standing by his front porch, looking bashful.

you nodded enthusiastically, so excited to make a new friend. “yes!” you exclaimed as you grab his hand and drag him along your front yard.

ever since then, the two of you were joined at the hip.

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tommy would come over to your house often due to the close nature of your friendship.

you may have been 12 at the time but you were wise, and that made it easier for him to confide in you.

“he’s drunk. again.” he shook his head and chuckled bitterly.

your eyes were soft and sorry. you wish he wouldn’t think pitying him was a bad thing.

you lace your hands with his and insist on watching a movie while snacking on his favorite things.

“you can spend the night. if you want?”

it was second nature to go above and beyond for him, but it was second nature for him to deny your kindness. you never understood why.

“nah, i gotta get back to my mom.” and you smiled at that.

one thing about tommy? he’s a great son to his mother.

they say it gets worse before it gets better and that was certainly the case for tommy. he and his mother had been pushed to their limits. they both packed their bags and never looked back at pittsburgh ever again.

you were devastated, heartbroken. you couldn’t believe your best friend just up and left without even saying goodbye.

you figured it was because of his father, paddy, but you never knew he’d be behind pushing your best friend away from you.

you harbored a secret anger towards him whenever tommy would spill his guts out but in this moment? you resented him.

paddy was the sole reason your other half, your soulmate was gone.

you never even got to tell tommy how you really felt about him.

tommy told you his secrets and you shared yours. you were never this close to a person, ever. your little sister is an exception but of course she’s gonna know you better than you know yourself. she’s your blood, but tommy isn’t. he’s someone who’s seen what the inside of your heart looks like and he hadn’t judged you one bit for it.

tommy is your first love, but he was also the loss of your life.

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10 years later, present-day:

“standby y/n.”

you're nervous as fuck and rightfully so. in addition to this being the first time you open a victoria’s secret fashion show, you're wearing your first fantasy bra to do it.

that’s a lot more firsts a girl can hope for!

you’re just a couple of minutes away from so many things happening tonight. tripping and twisting your ankle, falling on your face and the internet never letting you live it down, or worse: never getting another chance to model for victoria's secret ever again.

well, there goes your career! over before it even started all because of some heels or the floor or the lights or some other, valid yet non-excusable reason.

you take a deep breath in and exhale through your lips forming an ‘o’ shape. you close your eyes and join your hands together to pray silently with the few seconds you have left.

please, please, please don’t let me fuck this up. please.

you hear ariana grande belt out the few lines before the chrous of ‘dangerous woman’ out front. you make a mental note to ask for a photo and autograph when you see her later.

“go, y/n!” showtime.

it’s muscle memory for your hands to place themselves on your hips as you make your way down the large, well-lit, glittery floor.

perfect timing to make your appearance as the chorus of the song plays on.

cheers and screams erupt from the seats as you stand tall and concentrate on moving your ankles in front of the other.

you’re at the middle of the runway when you tug on a strap and large, black, feathery wings make their appearance. more encore from the venue & you can’t help but feel like that bitch.

when you make it to the end of the runway, you turn your chin down a bit and let your eyes do the talking. they’re outlined with black eyeliner and highlighted with silver and black eyeshadow, blended so nicely together.

the theme for your fantasy bra is “black swan” and it’s perfect for you as that’s the energy you’re known to give off. dark feminine, mysterious and unpredictable.

you pause for a few seconds to pose and let your side profile hang in the camera angle for a bit before you turn to the side. you make a full 360. you eye the camera on the side, offering one last glimpse before you’re on your way backstage.

you let the crowd fuel you as you depart and hope you looked your very best.

you know only angels get to wear wings and you know it’s a privilege to get to do both; be an angel and wear wings.

you were signed as a victoria’s secret model at 18 and worked very hard for 3 years to earn your title as an ‘angel’. at 21, you were gifted an opportunity so many girls only dream of.

the rest of the girls backstage practically flood the room with excited shrieks, warm hugs and elated faces.

you were the youngest of the batch and had so much yet to learn but they all treated you as their baby.

“you killed it out there!”

“so beyond proud of you, babe.”

“there she is! the highlight of tonight.”

“our black swan did so beautiful!” and there were so many more words of encouragement that made you spill so many tears but you did it! the hard part was over.

now you can change into other lingerie and wings and just be content with the fact that you did it. you. did. it.

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after the show was successfully complete (and ariana grande came asking for a photo), a celebration in the form of drinks were obviously in order.

you’re out with ur sister and you deem it’s baddie baddie shot o’clock.

“girl, save some for your birthday.” your sister laughed.

you just sent her a toothy grin and shrugged. “we’ll just drink some more when it gets here.”

your 23rd birthday is still some time away but you weren’t thinking about that tonight.

“HOLY SHIT, IS THAT TOMMY?!”

yup. that’s what you were thinking about. the boy who left pittsburgh and took a piece of your heart with him.

your neck snaps up at the name and you see him for the first time in forever.

he’s here. in the flesh, and not on television breaking some guy's jaw. he's about 10 ppl away from you.

your heart stops.

your breathing stops.

time stops and all of a sudden, you’re a little kid again forming a memorable friendship with the neighbors youngest son.

he’s wearing a white tank top under a baggy, black zip-up jacket with a pair of black sweatpants.

his baby blues are darting from one person to the next, an unnoticeable smile on his face as people come up to him and say nice things with proud smiles on their faces.

you think he looks good. a bit uncomfortable and edgy, but he looks like he’s been taking good care of himself.

you begrudgingly look away from him and blink rapidly to keep your tears from falling.

your sister puts a comforting hand on your shoulder, begging you to go up to him and rekindle what may be lost but you silently plead with her to just let you have this.

you don’t have it in you to go up to him and make small talk, act like the last 10 years didn’t happen.

at least not tonight.

she indulges you and the two of you quietly leave the bar. unaware of the stunned pair of eyes that want so desperately for you to turn around to see what’s slipping away.

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you wake up with a headache but it's not from a hangover. it's from crying yourself to sleep.

you couldn't believe yourself. how did you miss the one chance you've been so desperately praying for? how did you walk out and away from him?

like he did you.

you sigh and drink some water from your nightstand before getting ready.

you shower and eat and think about going to just drive around town as you haven't been back in 3 years.

should you also go see him? maybe he's still here?

or maybe he left. again.

you shake your head away from those thoughts, no matter how possible they may be. you're gonna go out there and find him and... well, you'll figure out the rest of the plan when you see him.

the sound of the doorbell ringing catches your attention. your sister left for work and said she won't be back until 6.

you grab your keys and purse and make your way to the door, hoping it's a girl scout with cookies or something.

but of course, surprise, surprise. the universe says “nuh uh!” and behold! it's the very thing you ran away from. this time, just a couple of steps away from touching you.

“tommy?” you breathe out in disbelief.

he blinks slowly and your stomach feels funny. like all the adrenaline in you is swarming in your intestines, daring you to move your body. without thinking, you accept the challenge.

you jump out at him and crush him in the biggest hug you've ever given and the vigor of it knocks his balance off a bit. you hear him grunt in surprise and your arms are wrapped around his neck in a vice grip. like if you loosen them even a little, he'll disappear again.

hot tears brim along your eyes. you close them tightly and let them slide down your cheeks anyway, feeling them trail a path down your face.

his hands slowly rise towards your figure and he's unsure where to put them. he's never hugged or been hugged like this. even when he made up with brendan, it was different. but why is this different? it it because it's you and not his no-longer-estranged older brother?

he hugs you back. one hand is across your hip and the other is your shoulder blade in his palm. he slides his face into the crevice of your neck and noses your collarbone in a silent apology. you sniffle as you accept it.

“i'm sorry.” he croaks out.

you shake your head, to tell him he doesn't have to be but he insists.

“i shoulda came to see you but-” he cuts himself off.

he sighs and moves his face back, prompting you to do the same.

you look at him with watery eyes and his eyes dart around your face. like he's memorizing it. his eyebrows come together and form lines on his forehead. you know he does that when he's thinking really hard about something.

“the truth is,”

you let go of his neck and his cradles your face in his hands.

“i knew i wouldn't be able to leave if i saw you.” and when he drops that bomb on you, you can't help but stitch your wobbly lips together in a smile.

it doesn't reach your eyes though, and that's how he knows you missed him just as much as he missed you.

“but i woulda understood why.”

and he knows that, of course he knows. he also knows that the second he would've seen those tears in your eyes, he would've broken his resolve. and how could he not? you break his heart when you cry.

he wipes your tears with his thumbs.

“i know.” he murmurs.

he pulls you into him once more with a hand on your neck and you cry softly, unbeknownst to you that he's forcing himself to brave through his teary eyes.

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“oh my god, you're so old.” you giggle.

“and you're so young.” he bites with no heat.

you invited tommy in and changed, finding your mission successful. the current conversation is about how different life has been for the both of you.

“so i guess we're both kinda like celebrities, huh. you tap your nails against the sofa arm.

“more you than me.” his lips split open in a toothy grin.

you smile back and think how great this all is. there's no sign of forced conversation, he's as relaxed as he can be and you are happy.

tommy stares at you and finds himself seeing all the things he's missed. he finds all the years he's missed in your face, all the places you've been in your eyes and all the joy you've experienced in your lips.

the truth is, he saw you on tv every time you were in a show. even back when you just modeled for any show before you were officially signed on as an angel.

his unit members would tease him but he didn't care. you were on national television and to him? you were amazing.

if anyone said anything about any woman in a suggestive tone, he'd say something anyway but he never played about you.

“damn, she's fine.”

if looks can kill, you wouldn't wanna be that guy. because tommy could kill with his bare hands just as well.

alas, that was the only warning that poor chap got before it was lights out. all because he couldn't keep his thoughts in his head. he just had to air it out to everyone.

tommy slept good that night, too.

“whatcha thinkin’ ‘bout?” you pull him away from his memories.

he deeply exhales and looks away from you, fiddling with his chain around his neck.

“i watched all your shows.” he murmurs.

you still heard it though and you show it by the way your face is beaming.

“really?”

you’re elated because you were on his mind just as much as he was on yours.

he nods, still refusing eye contact. but it’s okay.

you scoot a bit closer to him and your knees are folded under you, touching his thigh. he stops fiddling with his chain and eyes your hands on your knees. slowly but surely, his eyes lock onto yours and he sees how happy you are.

“i didn’t know they allowed people to watch tv over there.” you can’t help your grin.

your head tilts to the side a little as he explains how everyone shares one tv and there’s a daily time limit to how much tv they can watch.

“wait, so, you even watched the shows i did before i was exclusive to victoria’s secret?”

“every single one.”

that made your heart swoon. your crush on him never left but this amplified it.

you had guys try to hit on you and say a line or two to get your number (or something else) but they weren’t tommy.

he haunted your life.

“why didn’t you ever call?”

you didn’t want to ruin the mood but this has been sitting on your mind the second you let him in. you don’t know if he feels it, too.

“why’d you leave the bar?”

you quirk up an eyebrow at his quick yet witty retort.

touché.

this has been weighing on him for quite some time, too.

“i didn’t know how to face you… i guess i was overwhelmed.” you answer, ashamed.

he nods like he was satisfied in your answer.

“same.”

you look at him, unsatisfied with his lack of explanation.

“i never called because i thought you might’ve hated me.” he admits.

you’re offended and you don’t hide it.

did he really think his friendship meant that little to you? so little, that you wouldn’t understand?

he sees the look on your face and shakes head, as if he was answering your questions.

“no, wait, it’s not like that-”

“i could never hate you.”

there’s a softness in your voice as you say the words he’s been longing for. it soothes the wave of self-loathing washing over the shore of his heart.

all he’s wanted to hear, to know; is that you don’t hate him.

your knees slide out from under you and you cross your legs together, facing him.

“i honestly thought you forgot about me-”

“never.” he says so instantly, like that idea is so absurd and bizarre.

to him? it is.

“i could never, ever forget about you.”

now it was his turn to be offended.

how could you assume he’d ever forget about you? the same you that never let him down? the same you that always had a place for him in your mind and heart? that you?

you sigh softly and look down at your hands. you’re unsure where to go now.

“okay.” you nod.

“okay.” he asserted.

you huff out a laugh from your scrunched up nose and your smile threatens your unbothered demeanor.

tommy smiles back, a tight-lipped one but a smile nonetheless.

he gazes into your eyes and they drift to your lips on their own accord. like a magnet, they’re drawn to your mouth and your eyes are drawn to his.

he hesitantly leans in a bit, giving you time and space to back off if you’d like but you’re frozen.

you gulp and meet his eyes and he whispers, “i’ve liked you for the longest time.”.

that makes your heart leap out of your chest. all these years you’ve been crushing on this big, tough guy, not knowing he’s liked you back?

“since when?” you’re so starstruck.

he smiles bashfully, a faint red blush painting his cheeks. as uncharacteristic as this looks, you weren’t about to let this phenomenon go to waste by looking away.

“since that day i asked if i could play.”

your eyes widen and your jaw goes slack.

this endearing motherfucker.

“i… i’ve been crushin’ on you, too.” you admit.

you can’t look at him. you don’t know why you feel this way. maybe it’s because you’ve never been this vulnerable with a man before.

“don’t go all shy on me now.” he teases.

he moves his head to catch your gaze.

you smack your teeth and halfheartedly hit his shoulder with your knuckles.

he brings his head towards you once more and aligns his forehead with yours. you close your eyes at the contact and he asks, “can i kiss you?”.

you nod faintly, your hands coming up to rest on his shoulders.

his palms rest on the curve of your waist and he kisses you like he’s making up for all lost time.

he’s gentle, letting you set the pace, letting you take control.

but there’s something else you need to know.

your head tilts back a bit and he chases you, dazed and not a single thought behind his eyes other than kissing you forever if you’d let him.

“easy, tiger.” an airy chuckle leaves your lips and you set a hand on his chest.

he lazily smiles and places his hand over yours. he kisses your forehead and cheeks. tommy sounds out an exaggerated ‘mwah!’ as he gives your lips one last kiss.

it makes you smile, tommy being so affectionate. a stark contrast to his demeanor in the public but you think he’s one of those “tough guy with a soft heart” kind of guy.

“i want you to stay.”

he pauses his actions and slowly backs up to meet your eyes.

“you stayin’ here?” he asks curiously.

“for the time being.” you interlock your fingers with his.

he nods and says, “what you really mean to say is; you want me to come with you.”

you purse your lips sheepishly. tommy thinks about it for a moment.

“new york city?”

“mhm.”

you’re nervous. was that an impulsive move? or is that question a result of your fear; him leaving just as fast as he showed up?

he deeply inhales and blows a raspberry, simulating a worried persona.

“okay.” he decides a beat later.

you blink and shake your head, getting whiplash from his behavior.

“wait, what?!”

“i was gonna come visit you anyway but this sounds better.” he nods like he’s made up his mind.

tommy says things like this like it’s the most obvious thing in the world and to him, they are.

but for you, this is a commitment. a promise. something you can’t turn back from and you convey that to him.

“tommy,” you begin. “this is a very big and important adjustment. we’re moving in, together.”

“what else would i be doin’? where else would i be?”

“for starters, your family is here. i know you’ve made up with brenadan so i figured…” you trail off and hope tommy can fill in the rest.

a lopsided smirk is drawn to his handsome, smug face and he holds your hands.

“that’s sweet and you’re right. but he chose when and where to make his family and i’m tellin’ you; there’s no place i’d rather be.”

he says is so intrinsically that your heart wills no choice but to believe him. there’s a silent promise in his words, one that he hopes you hear him make.

i’m not leaving you again.

“…okay.” you muse.

“okay.” he settles with a quick kiss to your lips.

[wandawiccan60]

You Deserve More

A Tommy Conlon X Dahlia(OC) One-Shot

A/N: Hey everyone and yes I am back with a quick Tommy Conlon One-Shot for your guys entertainment. I really went all on with the flow with this short story. I wanted to say that that is based on a true story of my sadly recent break up… The text messages you will read is based on the actual messages my now ex-bf and I exchanged and also did talk in person. But it is something I wanted to share with you all and something that I have been dealing with for a while. However I hope you find this shot very cute and i hope you all stay safe and enjoying your day. Thank you everyone for coming by and it’s good to be back!!! ���👌🏻👍🏻❤️

TOMMY CONLON MASTERLIST

Honestly we need to talk when can you meet up with me?

These were the exact words that Dahlia had to read through that one single message. Only for it to be something that’ll only bring nothing but disappointment and hurt.

Yea sure maybe tomorrow after I’m off from work of if it’s possible maybe tonight babe if your not tired that is 💖✨💗

She remembered those couple of emojis that she sometimes would send every once in a while to Blake. Hoping that he knew that she was very much in love with him… or did he not see that???

That same night m, both Dahlia and Blake did meet up only it wasn’t just a talk about going on another date or trip of whatnot. It was more of a confession of wether or not Blake wanted to continue on with this relationship with her.

“Look I… I have been feeling like I need a break from both of us. Just need some space, I got work to do, and I just need to be my individual self again. And if you like we can do a break or we can just forget about everything. What do you want to do?”

Dahlia didn’t want to believe what she just heard from him. 

What is he talking about us wanting to take a break???

Even after everything they had done together it lead to this. It only made her feel like she was being lied to all this time about him and the relationship. So Dahlia did what any other smart girl would do, just walk away. Even if it did feel like a knife was stabbed straight into her heart.

And now it has been over a couple of months later, Dahlia became another person day in day out. She became interested in pursuing a career in being a nurse and a certified therapist. She never would have thought of being able to achieve Teo goals in such a fast pace. 

Even after the biggest heartbreak of her life, she knew that there was so much more out there to see. Though there were times when she would be alone, she wished there would be someone there to be encouraging, happy, and feeling grateful to have a girl like Dahlia. Only she tried her best to ignore such wishful thoughts but those dreams would become tears some nights.

Even though she never gave up on hope and in true love for finding someone to share her thoughts, feelings, success and most of all being important to him.

It’s nothing but foolish and untrue thoughts… there is no one out there for me… ever

“Dahlia, you know that patient in room 30 that came in last night?” Said Dahlia’s co-worker Nike, putting down other patient files on top of the front desk receptionist. 

“Yes, I know who you’re talking about. Why, does he need to be checked up again, or take his next meal of the day?”

“Yes to his next meal and no to another thing,” said Nike while he gave her a smirk and a quick wink.

“Oh stop it Nike, are you being serious right now. I’m being professional here right now and what you think this guy seems cute? I don’t think so, he just looks like any other guy that you see in the streets. Besides I told you many times, I am not looking for nobody. I’ve been perfectly busy with finishing getting my Masters in therapy. Why would the hell I be wanting more than what I have right now?”

But all of what Dahlia said wasn’t really all entirely true, knowing deep down she did found the patient  very attractive. He did had a bad injury on the side of his head, with some blood coming out from the wound and going in and out of consciousness. He seemed lost to where he was at that moment, while Dahlia attended to his wound with as much care as possible. While trying to clean away the blood as much as she could, the man suddenly grabbed her wrist with such strength that it made her yelp in fright.

“That fucking hurts, get away from me,” he said with that Philly accent, looking straight at Dahlia’s frighten and yet wonderful hazel-honey eyes.

“Hold him down,” said one of the male doctors, while two other male nurses tried to calm him down.

Out of his grasp, Dahlia didn’t notice she wasn’t breathing for air. She was to busy focused on him while the doctors finally gave him a dose to make him relax. Once he fell into a deep sleep, Dahlia slowly walked up next to the now relaxed and peaceful looking man. He looked no more than in his 30’s, blue eyes, very muscular from what she could see through his gray long sleeve shirt, short smooth brown hair, and his face. That face looked like a little boys, soft, innocent, and yet very handsome. 

“Sure, sure, dear. I saw how you looked at him last night after Mark gave him a dose to make him fall asleep. You got lucky that he didn’t give you a punch in the face or something much worst. Anyways but tell me, do you think he’s cute?”

Dahlia only gave a look of bothersome to his friend, while she gave a small chuckle. 

“Fine. Yes he seemed very cute, are you happy now?” Dahlia said hoping that it’ll satisfy his friends silliness.

”That answer sounded so fake, but whatever. Anyways, miss Dahlia, the patient needs to take his meal and must drink his medication afterwards. Would you be so kind in taking it for me please?” Said Nike he placed a tray of food with the medication on the side.

*******

Dahlia walked her way down the hall on the second floor of the hospital, holding the tray of food with both of her hands. Once she reached room 30, she felt nervous to see him again. Not only of what happened last night but she felt this feeling that she couldn’t really explain. But she ignored it and she quietly knocked the door hoping it wont wake him up. But after three knocks and no answer she let herself in seeing that the patient was taking a nap. Closing the door behind her quietly, she slowly made her way towards him. She sat the tray on the right side of the nightstand, setting the fork and knife on each side. Dahlia felt goosebumps with no explanation while hearing the beeping of the heart monitor. Until suddenly she heard a soft grunt coming from he left side.

“Hmm… hmm.”

“Sir? Hey, it’s ok, try not to move too much. You had a bad wound on the side of your head but we fixed you up in no time. On a scale of one to ten how are you feeling from pain?” Said Dahlia while she raised the top part of the bed while he continued to grunt a-little less.

“Pain? Hehe… I have been through more worst than this lady. This, it’s like if I just twisted an ankle or soemthin’. So I don’t care much if I feel like shit or not,” he said trying to sound tough and just trying to shrug it off. 

Dahlia only smiled seeing that he tried to be funny, though his wound would leave him a good scar in his head. 

“Well you should be thankful that it didn’t open much more than it looked last night. But right now you must eat something first so you can take your next pills. Here now,” Said Dahlia picking up a few piece of food with the fork.

“Hey I can feed myself I ain’t some 3 year old damn kid that needs someone else to feed me. That’s just weird and childish,” he said leaving a bit away from the fork filled with food.

“Oh please don’t sound so difficult, look I’m trying to help you and doing my best here to get your strength back. Or otherwise you’ll be here for quite some time if you want to take things more slower. It’s your choice sweetie. Either take it slow or take it quick?” 

He only rolled his eyes in annoyance looking the other way while Dahlia patiently waited for a response. 

He’s like a child, only in the body of a grown man… I think that’s cute…

After awhile he gave in, one bit of food after another he cleaned his tray off. 

“See that wasn’t so hard now was it?” Dahlia said in a cheeky voice, while he didn’t say a word. “Alright you have to take your painkiller now, here.”

As she gave both the pill and the cup of water to him, he took it like nothing. It surprised Dahlia that he easily took them without sounding foolish. He swallowed the pill in one go as well as the cup of water, giving the now empty plastic cup back to her. 

“Right then, you must rest now I’ll see you later to give your last meal for today. The doctor will come and see you,” Dahlia said as she placed the cup on top of the empty tray.

Before she made her way towards the door, he heard him call out to her to wait.

“Hey, I… I want to say I’m sorry for the way I acted last night’. And for graspin’ to hard on your wrist, I just… last night I got into this stupid fight. Lettin’ some steam off like it would be such a helpful thing but it just went south.”

Dahlia was left confused as to why he started to say these things to her. Even though she was taking a masters degree as a therapist this seemed like a nice opportunity to interact with. Dahlia then sat on the chair at the end of the bed hoping to see where this might go. Hoping to try out her first intercession with a lot of high expectations in trying out her skills. 

“May I ask why did you decided to fight with someone random? Did you think it would ease whatever it was building inside of you? Or maybe you want to forget about something going on with your family or somebody else in particular?” Dahlia asked on hopefully she was doing this right and not sounding too pressuring.

“Hehe, I always have something building inside of me. Just already got use to havin’ it around all the time. I have family, a brother and I have my dad too but I sometimes try to be with them but I always shut them out. I sometimes like to be left alone and well… there was this someone I use to be with but… she wasn’t it.” He said while biting his lips together his eyes looking down.

Dahlia saw the way his body languages changed, seeing she hit a nerve on him. 

“And is that person still in contact with you or you both went separate ways?” She then asked knowing where this talk might be going too.

“I did for a while but she didn’t want nothing else to do with me because well let’s just say she was the reason for why we aren’t together anymore. I loved her so much, gave her my time, energy, gave the whole world to her. Though when she said she wanted to have space and be alone, I didn’t know understand at that moment. Until now looking back at it, she didn’t have that same love back for me. And I asked myself, was that all a lie?” He then said letting out a heavy sigh while he fiddled his fingers. 

“I see. You’re going through a lot with this relationship you thought was real. Believe me I was once there, I also thought afterwards if I was taken advantage of. And even thought the whole relationship we had was all a lie,” dahlia said surprised to hear herself be this quickly open to someone she just seen last night. 

“I guess we both in the same page. What a small world that we both ended up having bad relationships,” he then said which it made them both smile and chuckle a bit.

“You’re right, you know you feel like you found the right one but they end up being a disappointment? Yes that’s what happens when you be too nice and humble to someone,” said Dahlia thinking about her time with Blake, which she new she did give everything to him.

The patient looked at her way, seeing a sad expression on her face knowing that he too did hit a nerve. He didn’t expect to stumble upon someone else who would feel the same place as him. And being so open to a nurse out of everyone in this world. He then still looked her way and without realizing he had his hand gently placed on top of her right arm.

“Hey let me tell you something. Whatever that asshole did to you or said. You deserve someone better, even if you have to wait for years or whatever the time gives you. It’ll pay off in the end, because you’re a pretty girl, you seem smart, and most of all should be treated like a queen. So you’ll be ok we all will.” He said giving a small smile at her, which Dahlia gave a smile back.

“You know I never got your name, what’s your name? I’m Dahlia and you’re sweet and thank you,” she said feeling her cheeks turn warm from the compliment he gave her.

“Tommy. Tommy Conlon and that’s a cool name I’ve never heard of it before. But hey I’m just honest with others you have been the most pretty nurse so far. I hope that doesn’t sound weird or something,” he said feeling a bit of a dumbass for saying that.

“Hehe no you’re fine it was just unexpected to say the least. I have to get back to work but get some more rest and I’ll be back later tonight. It was a good talk but see you then,” Dahlia said getting up on her feet as she grabbed the gray one more time.

“Yes it was nice talking to you, and believe me I’ve had too much rest already. But yes see you soon Dahlia,” said Tommy giving her one last smile to her which she just nodded her head.

Once outside of the room, she gently rested her back against the wooden door. Mind boggled as to what just happened right now. Not believing that someone like Tommy would open to her that fast. But at the same time she felt comfortable in sharing her story too. 

What the hell was all that about??? Have you lost yourself Dahlia…

However deep down, she did feel something warm when they both talked. Like she felt some sort of trust with Tommy, it’s like they were meant to stumble with each other. Thought was it for a good reason or a bad one? Only time would tell and Dahlia hoped that he might be someone that she could call a friend and to be able to talk without feeling judged. 

It’s only for me to decide if I want him to come in… we’ll just have to wait and see…

*******

Dahlia woke up early to get herself ready for graduation. It has been over 2 fast years since she started. She wished it didn’t end very suddenly but there was something more special that happened in between those years. 

“Baby, hmmm… come back to bed just for a few more minutes?,” groaned Tommy as he laid on his left side of the bed seeing a peak of his big pecks of his chest.

“Awww my baby boy, didn’t you already had enough of making out from me last night?” She cheekily said until Tommy wrapped his arms around her catching her off guard.

Landing on the bed again, they both laugh and hugged each other close together, exchanging another long, sweet kiss. The longer the kiss became, the more Tommy wanted to go another round again. Dahlia felt his right hand going under her white long blouse. Making her lowly moan between her mouth and Tommy’s. She went on top of him, not letting go of those plump, thick lips of his that Dahlia had grown to taste and love every second. 

“My babygirl is finally graduating today. You did my Dahlia, you got to where you want to be,” Tommy said gently cupping her face with both of his hands, making her smile in glee.

“We both did, not only is about me here love. You also should be proud of yourself to have your own gym along side with your brother. And not only that but I have confession to make and I’ve been nervous to tell you,” Dahlia said while she gently bit her bottom lip hoping that whatever Tommy says about this big news she only hoped that best for both and a change in their lives.

“What is it you’ve been wantin’ to tell me babe? You already know you can tell me anything, we already talked about this. Just relax and tell me when you’re ready, ok?” Tommy said reassuringly, as they both clasps their hands to together, which Dahlia felt at ease.

“I… well we… we are expecting a little us and I don’t know if you are ok with taking this step further. It sounds crazy believe me but that is why I was scared to te-.”

“Are you kiddin’ me Dahlia?” Tommy cut her off but in a joyous way, making himself sit up a bit more comfortable not believing in such wonderful news he was hearing, “Of course I am good with this, why did you keep this within yourself until now? How long has it been since you knew you were having a baby?”

“Remember when went to that party with your brother Brandon and Tess? Well when I told you that I was going to walked out for some bit of air? I lied to you about it and I instead went to the restroom, and I took a pregnancy test and it came out positive. I didn’t want to believe it was real but it was. That’s why when you told me when I came back if I was fine, I knew it was wrong for me to keep it this long. But now you know, and I really was nervous if you were going to yell at me or something.”

“No, no, baby. This is the best thing that I am really looking forward too, especially now that you and the baby our my priority to take care of you both. No matter what, I want to be here for you and showing our baby girl or boy that his or her dad will promise to always take care of them. I love you so much my Dahlia,” Tommy said looking down at her flat stomach that will sometime later begin to grow a lovely bump.

“You will be there for our baby boy or our little girl. I know deep down that you will be the best dad that the baby will be lucky to have. We got this and we will work hard to give our child the best that we can. And I love you more my Tommy Conlon,” she said as she gave him another tender kiss knowing a bright future is awaiting for them. 

Something that was well worth the wait and deserving. 

[angel-inked]

Winding down with them

Just time spent relaxing with the boys

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The rainy morning.

Thunder rumbled quietly outside as droplets raced each other down the window, the soft whirring of passing cars added to the ambience of the rain drumming on various different surfaces, ranging from the roads to the sidewalks to the rooftops. Well the weather made a dreary morning for those who had jobs to get to, safe to assume the weather reflected their mood, others took this morning as a sign that it was time to have a lie in. A well-deserved lie in, Tommy thought, sinking deeper into the pillow being held in place by his brawny arms. A dull ache settled around his right eye, the blow he took from his opponent's knee had caused some deep colored bruising, but any tension he'd held onto from last night was currently being massaged away by your hand wandering up and down his back. He released a satisfied sigh as you applied gentle pressure at the top of his spine with your thumb and ran it down the middle of his expansive muscle mass. Occasionally your mouth would make contact with the back of his neck, kissing and suckling, pulling away before you left any marks, neither of you were in the mood, let alone had the energy for that sort of thing. You nuzzled into him, slowly moving up from the base of his thick neck up to where his hair started and back down.

Tommy was vaguely aware of the sounds of the movie you put on coming from the laptop speakers, something about Virginia moonshiners waging war against twisted and corrupted law enforcement, truth be told he hadn't exactly followed most of the plot, his consciousness had been floating somewhere between sleep and barely awake at most due to the slow pace of your touch. Last he remembered was thinking about was how he related to the youngest of the three brothers, who were at the front line of all the fighting. He knew what it felt like to feel as though you were living in the shadow of your older sibling and often wished that could've been the only complaint he had from his childhood. At least in this moment, he felt as far removed from his past as he felt he could get. Your hand continued its path up and down, your mouth continued to caress his skin, and your warm breath and body against his in the bed remained one of his favorite sensations in the world. All the horrors he'd experienced, during his time as a US Marine and as a kid, were worth it in comparison, he found he was glad the initial internal kamikaze mission he'd entered the military with fell through.

He felt the skin of your cheek press against his shoulder, he heard you release a soft sigh of pleasure, and all his sleep drunk mind could think was that he couldn't be bothered to move. Your arm snaked its way around his bare torso and the muscles in one of your legs stretched lazily as it splayed across his, like it had the right to be there, truth be told, it did. On top of what he thought to be music playing over the credits, Tommy could hear your soft humming, could feel the vibration of your vocal chords in your throat against his skin. Between the soothing sound pulling him closer and closer to sleep, and the rain still plummeting down outside, straight and silvery, like a punishment of steel rods beating on the roof. That thing that grew inside of him as a boy, a seething rage that he tapped in the cage and when his dad went too far and Tommy used what the old man had taught him against his teacher, that thing that usually wreathed around in his chest had settled, still there, but settled.

The seaside.

The seaside was surprisingly sparse with people. The sun beating down had almost everyone who was there seeking refuge in the water, which remained cold as if it were intent on defying the sun. The soft white sand greedily soaked up the sun's rays as you hauled a pail of water across it, a mischievous grin playing on your lips. You had your sights set on your fiance, napping the afternoon away in the shade of a tree. He was in for a rather rude awakening. You almost felt a little bad as you approached him, the content expression of peacefulness on his face, the way his full pink lips were slightly parted in sleep, a part of you wanted to kiss them and another part wanted to see the shock on his face from receiving an ice cold shower of sea water. Both parts won out eventually. You leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, pulling back with a grin as he, even mostly in his sleep, instinctively tried to follow your lips. That grin widened as you lifted the pail up and turned it over, dumping the contents onto his head.

Farrier jolted awake, "Gah!" He sputtered in surprise, wiping water from his face with the back of his hand as you doubled over laughing. "You little..." Farrier exclaimed, and you took off down the shoreline as he got up to chase after you, laughing and dodging his first attempt to grab you. He caught up to you eventually, "You think you're clever?" He laughed as he slung you over his shoulder. "Tom!" You squealed amongst laughing fits, wriggling in his grip. "No, you're not getting away that easy." He grinned as he tightened his hold, hauling you into the sea and tossing you into the water to give you a taste of your own prank.

You surfaced with a loud gasp, the cold water feeling like it was seeping into your very being, you splashed him in the face once more for retaliation. Farrier laughed again, shaking the water from his head in a manner similar to that of his black and white border collie, Confetti, after she had just had a dip in the pond, pulling you into his arms and flush against his chest. "Think I was missing my alarm clock, did you?" He asked with a grin, nuzzling his face into your soaked hair. You pulled back slightly to stick your tongue out at him in a pout, "Cheeky." He murmured with an easy smile, guiding your head back to his chest.

Too crowded.

Fall harvest, celebrated with a barn dance, a ruckus rising hoedown. Forrest hated it, how ever good for business it was. He hated it. A whole horde of people, dancing, touching, socializing, most would be drunk off illegal liquor, his illegal liquor, before the night was half over. Call it what you will, but being in a crowded building made him feel like he was suffocating. So, he parked himself on a bail of straw by the entrance. The fresh night air felt blissful in his lungs, combined with the smoke of the smoldering cigar he held between calloused fingers. Several party goers greeted him as expected. He was well known for what he considered rather undesirable reasons. The idiots, he thought, were the ones who stopped and tried for conversation, only earning a grunt here and a measuring look here and there before being hauled back off into the crowd. Closing his eyes and exhaling a smoke cloud sharply as he leaned his head back against the wall behind him. A few deep breaths before his hazel orbs flickered open again, staring directly up at the harvest moon. He wondered for a moment if he was even needed here. If not for keeping his brothers in check, he wouldn't be. With all the alcohol involved, Jack couldn't handle Howard on his own, not that he could handle the man particularly well sober either. Then he began to wonder if his older brother was ever truly sober. He shook his head at himself, feeling kinda stupid for wondering that, of course he wasn't.

The crowd emerged from the barn just as it had disappeared inside. the only difference that occurred to Forrest was that they were headed in the opposite direction. The music was done, but the festivities were far from over. He stretched his legs out straight, grunting quietly in satisfaction, then standing with another low sound, this one coming out as a strained groan. He was used to feeling older than he was, this eventful life he'd gotten himself into, It'd be the death of him sooner or later. He reached a hand behind himself to brush off whatever straw was clinging to his brown corduroy pants and then straightened up the rest of the way. He took a few steps toward the crowd, stopping at the edge of it, scanning the flow of people for his brothers, and finding them within a few minutes. Spotting Howard above the crowd was fairly easy with his height, Jack was trailing along behind silently with his head down, glancing up at Forrest like a child who had just been caught mid-squirmish. There was still a part of Forrest that was tucked away somewhere far in the back that wished Jack didn't look at him as such, but someone had to step up, and he wasn't going to chance leaving that to Howard. The middle brother eyed the empty wooden crate in Jack's hands, "Go on." he waved him off with one hand, and the other reached for the crate. Jack looked up at him with wide questioning eyes, "Well, you wanna run around, don't ya?" Forrest asked, and he didn't have to ask twice.

Howard guffawed as he watched Jack scamper away, Forrest shook his head at both of them for the umpteen time. His eyes landed on a blonde, seemingly conversing with a friend. "Who's that?" He asked, inclining his head toward the pair. "Patricia Holliday, she's the mayor's daughter from a couple counties over," Howard answered, Forrest turned to him, how Howard always seemed to know everyone, and their mother was beyond him. not bringing the same warm body home twice probably had something to do with that he figured. "You're gonna need a crowbar if you wanna get inside her, baby brother." Howard smiled, Forrest roughly punched his shoulder for his rude comment. "I'm not looking at her, dumbass!" He barked, loud enough that his voice carried to someone never intended to hear. "Does that mean you're lookin' at my friend?" A voice asked sweetly, sounding particularly amused. Forrest turned to the voice and found himself face to face with a grinning Patricia Holliday. "Um..." Forrest grumbled, removing his hat and stiffly nodding a greeting to Patricia and then to her friend, mentally cursing Howard, who appeared to be enjoying his baby brother's increased awkwardness with a grin. "Hey Howard!" Patricia beamed up at the eldest happily. "Y/n... you don't mind if I leave you with Forrest, do you? I think Howard and I have some catching up to do." She said, tucking herself under Howard's arm, her head barely reaching his shoulder, and smirked up at him as she pulled him into her with an arm around his midsection. "Sure, why not? Besides, he's cute." You grinned, watching with satisfaction as Forrest flushed pink.

You linked your arm with his, feeling him tense against your side, managing to get a distance of what you thought to be out of earshot of Howard and Patricia before Forrest decided to stop dead in his tracks. "Where in, and I do beg your pardon, the hell are you so intent on dragging me off to?" He asked. "Anywhere away from Patricia and that brother of yours, if they're 'catching up' the way I think they are, I have no interest in being anywhere near them." You explained, noting how Forrest seemed to relax once you had let go of his arm. He merely shrugged in response, "Guess I've heard enough of Howard to not think about it." He murmured, and you cocked your head to the side as you narrowed your eyes. "Living together does that." He added because that deserved a little more eloquence. "Alright then," you said, silence taking hold as you wondered, 'what now?'. "Um.." Forrest started hesitantly, looking off in a direction you thought he seemed rather keen on. "Yes?" You asked, trying to gently ease him along. You knew enough from Patricia to understand he wasn't exactly a conversationalist. "Was just thinkin' we could head toward the pond, fewer people there than here I'd reckon." He uttered, refusing to meet your gaze head on. "Let's." You agreed, gesturing for him to lead the way and you became increasingly more intrigued as you watched people make a point of moving out of his way as he did. He did seem as quiet and awkward as Patricia had said he was, but she left out the part about how people would huddle and whisper amongst themselves as he passed by. However, catching glimpses of a jar tucked into the pocket of his sweater gave you a few ideas. Learning about the quaint character hidden under his shyness on a peaceful stroll away from the far too dense crowds sounded miles more interesting than what Patricia and Howard were doing.

Sturgis

His shipment went to Pierre, the capital, but he couldn't pass up stopping off in Sturgis on his way back, not knowing if he would get the chance again. The streets were lined with hordes of bikes, a few classic cars, and some hotrods. Johnny thought the best part to be the feeling swelling in his chest that he was home, though It wasn't the place that felt like home. It was the crowds attending bike week, the fact that nobody gave him anything other than a nod, a wave, a smile, no judgment to be found in their bright expressions. "Hey," a bearded biker called to get his attention, "catch!" He exclaimed, tossing a beer can into Johnny's hands. "Cheers." Johnny said, holding the can up in the air and smiling at the cardboard sign that read, 'Ask me for a beer!' with an arrow pointing at the man's cooler. He continued walking with a relaxed pace, and the smile stayed plastered to his face. He wasn't being othered, alienated, or ignored. He was getting to be 'just Johnny' for a couple of days. Something in that wild streak he never grew out of seemed to settle somewhat in a way, settling happily into the understanding atmosphere. Johnny was welcomed as he was, being who he was for once wasn't leaving him more alone. His smile widened as a couple on a trike waved to him. The man had a prosthetic leg, and the woman was missing an arm, but they couldn't care less because they were happy and enjoying themselves. Of course, everything had a price, and nothing in the world was free. The memory of overhearing his wife discouraging the kids from speaking about who their daddy is like it was something for them to be ashamed of felt like a large fist slamming into his chest. His marriage had been good once upon a time, great even. By the time his firstborn started going to school was when everything went to shit. Suddenly, his wife was more concerned with keeping up the image of a perfect little American family, but apparently, a tattooed biker Johnny didn't fit that image according to her. He pulled the beer out of his back pocket and clutched it to his chest, hopeful the kindness of the man who tossed it to him would seep into him through the aluminum can and bring back the happiness with it.

He forced his legs to move him forward, trying to find something to distract himself with. He noticed a wet T-shirt contest in full swing, which didn't exactly have much to do with bikes, although most that were gawking probably thought the skimpily clad bebes looked better straddling the hunks of metal between their legs, it wasn't hurting anyone, so why not?. He moved on to the burnout contest. That was more to his tastes, standing amongst the crowd watching contestants prepare as much as you could for something like this. The smoke and squealing tires were a welcome distraction, onlookers clapped and hollered, some lewd whistles were thrown around as one of the contestants entered the box with one girl on his bike in front of him and another behind him, Johnny rolled his eyes with a snort, concluding that he was the only one actually looking at the bike instead of the women.

As the sun sunk lower, he found himself sitting on the window ledge of some business, inhaling the tobacco of a freshly lit cigarette, glancing up at the 'no smoking' sign near the entrance with a light scoff, like that was gonna stop him. His coping mechanisms may be worse than his actual problems, but memory keeps tapping a gun against the inside of his skull, demanding the dead be brought back to life. Some dinky sheet of tin wasn't going to stop that either. The rally wasn't a place where rule-followers went, it was a place for people like him. Who really just had a craving to be understood.

[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

[inkwolvesandcoffee]

LADS, I HAVE A THOUGHT!

(And possibly a new story)

TH Masterlist

So, I’ve been looking into bracelet making (and stashing my SHEIN cart full of materials as a result of it, but I digress). Now, this sparked a lovely idea.

Tommy Conlon wearing one of the bracelets you made and semi-consciously promoting your small business.

He’d wear them to fights and at the boxing school, no matter the rules. To him, they are his lucky charm, especially the very first one you ever made for and gave him.

Fearing the consequences, they let him.

Occasionally, when he isn’t training or fighting for a price, he helps out with your business. He’ll be packing orders or delivering all the packages to the post office for you. Even when you have multiple bags with orders, he’ll carry them all and somehow have one of his hands free to hold yours.

But back to the ‘packing orders’ bit. It took you a while to trust him with handling your handmade stock since you know he sometimes doesn’t know his own strength.

However, when you finally let him do more than stick on stamps and address stickers, you were amazed by how careful and precise he worked. His surprisingly deft fingers gently manoeuvred the bracelets in the glassine bags along with your business card. In the same manner, he folded the top of the bags, placed a sticker exactly in the middle of the fold to keep them shut, and handled them with care as he shimmied them into the mailers.

Nevertheless, neither you nor him, trust him with making stock. All the same, Tommy aspires to one day reach that level somehow.

If only so he can make a bracelet for you.

“No jewelry in the ring.”

“I’m not taking them off.

Oh Lord, my brain is working overtime. I can’t handle the fluff it keeps conjuring.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m happy to have so much inspiration and stories milling in my head. Yet, sometimes, it’s overwhelming and triggers my perfectionism.

*deep sigh* Right so. Anyway, I don’t have a story for this concept (yet), but I thought I’d share all the same.😉

Additional thought: Alfie forsaking the bracelets he’s had for years, only wearing the bracelets you made as soon as he finds out you make jewelry.

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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!

[bigmack2go]

<a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/52913749"><strong>thin ice</strong></a> (6485 words) by <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/users/Mavkediemackmack"><strong>Mavkediemackmack</strong></a><br />Chapters: 3/25<br />Fandom: <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Newsies!:%20the%20Musical%20-%20Fierstein*s*Menken">Newsies!: the Musical - Fierstein/Menken</a>, <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Newsies%20-%20All%20Media%20Types">Newsies - All Media Types</a>, <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Newsies:%20The%20Broadway%20Musical!%20(2017)">Newsies: The Broadway Musical! (2017)</a><br />Rating: Not Rated<br />Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, No Archive Warnings Apply<br />Relationships: Spot Conlon/Albert DaSilva/Racetrack Higgins, Spot Conlon/Albert DaSilva/Elmer/Racetrack Higgins, Buttons/Elmer (Newsies), David Jacobs/Jack Kelly, Kid Blink/Mush Meyers, Hot Shot/Ike (Newsies)<br />Characters: all the newsies, newsies characters, Albert DaSilva (Newsies), Jack Kelly (Newsies), David Jacobs, Les Jacobs, Sarah Jacobs (Newsies), Racetrack Higgins, Katherine Plumber Pulitzer, Crutchie (Newsies), Specs (Newsies), Mush Meyers, Hot Shot (Newsies), Kid Blink, Tommy Boy (Newsies)<br />Additional Tags: I dont like modern stetting who?, 🤣, i never said that!, Newsies - Freeform, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - College/University, Alternate Universe - High School, Alternate Universe - Ice Skating, figureskating - Freeform, ice hockey, Spralbert, maybe spralmer, Alternate Universe - Celebrity, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Alternate Universe - Sports, Female Hotshot, tommy does ballet, spot does figure skating, hockey captain hotshot, albert dasilva plays hockey, albert dasilva centric, hockey player mush, hockey player ike, hockey player sniper, hockeyplayer york, Trans Racetrack Higgins, post transition racetrack higgins, Genderfluid Albert DaSilva<br />Series: Part 1 of <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/series/3928519">Thin ice</a><br />Summary: <p>Have you ever had a ball in a box while walking? You can walk as careful as you want: if you move at all the ball will do too.</p><p>Thats how his brain feels in his head.</p><p>Fucking miserable.</p><p> </p><p>Or</p><p>Iceskater au Albert DaSilva centric, that kind of went out of control and got a lot darker than intended.</p

[ao3feed-arthureames]

Domestic Prompts

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/Akxlp48

by lolahardy

Syven Siren's Domestic Prompts

Words: 10061, Chapters: 20/20, Language: English

Fandoms: Inception (2010), Multi-Fandom

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Relationships: Arthur/Eames (Inception), Tommy/Jon, Tommy Conlon/Adam Lerner, Bob Saginowski/Wilee (Premium Rush), Bane (DCU)/John Blake, Forrest Bondurant/Evelyn (SNL: We Present Her To You), Tom Hansen/Tuck Hansen, Noel/Cameron James

Additional Tags: Domestic Fluff

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[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....

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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?"

[lavender-romancer]

Can you make an angsty Tommy Conlon x Reader but its a fluff/happy end? Thank you! (Don't know if you want requests to be precised? Sorry 😅)

A Return 

Tommy Riordan x reader

You and Tommy were married but when he disappeared four years ago you gave up hope on him ever being alive and resentment towards him grew, what happens when he turns up mysteriously 

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He wasn’t alright and neither were you, sitting across from your husband you hadn’t seen for four years you tried ever so hard not to kill him. He had been sitting on your porch when you got home from work and you nearly fainted, using the railing on the steps for support. You wanted to be sick but held it in.

“Wha-a… what are- where were…” but your words failed you, you had none and you ungracefully collapsed to your knees and dropped your work bags. Tommy quickly came over to you and sat next to you. I wanted to see you.“ Tommy put a hand on your waist and helped you stand. When you gained your balance you punched him square in the nose and pushed passed him to get inside your house. 

Shutting him out you sunk to the floor and cried whilst viciously shaking, you felt like you were having a seizure because there wasn’t any self-control you could muster to believe what you just saw. You just let yourself react to what had just happened as Tommy called your name from through the door to let him “explain the shit storm”. It felt like forever but it was only ten minutes, Tommy was leaning on your door, drinking as he was when you saw him first and you sat against the door with your head in your hands.“Are you real?” You called, turning your head towards the door.

“Yeah, baby. I’m real.” He was drunk but you knew he could still hold himself and you believed him so you opened the door and then walked away to go into the kitchen.

Tommy wasn’t stupid, he was drunk but he knew he could hold himself so he shut the door behind him before nearly stumbling. He steadied himself and then sat down on the sofa.

“Do you want coffee?“ You asked from the kitchen in a small voice but Tommy choked up. Hearing your voice and seeing some of their stuff in the front room and smelling your scent in his inebriated state made him bawl.

Walking back in to find a crying little boy in place of the bulky man that you left was starting to you but you knew the signs all too well of trauma. When he came home the first time after a few months in Iraq, he was so changed that you had to change with him and support him through the PTSD and the trauma he always felt. You slowly took the alcohol bottle from his hand and placed it on the coffee table before kneeling in front of him.

“Sshh now Tommy, it’s okay darling. I’m here now. Focus on me, focus on how slow I’m talking and how my mouth moves. Try to say what I say,” you held his face with your hands either side of it to make sure you had the best chance of him looking at you, you repeated the sentences until he was saying them in unison with you.

“I’m sorry.” He choked again and put his head in his hands. You looked at how he’d anxiously sweat through all his clothing and sighed.

“Come on, into the kitchen,” you held out your hand and his larger one took it, following you through the foreign house. You helped him out of his sweaty coat and hoodie, hanging up the coat he putting the hoodie in the washing machine. Slowly walking to a cupboard at the end of the room you sighed and pulled out one of his old bigger T-shirts, your inability to let go being displayed to him as you helped him out of his sweaty shirt and gave him a new one.

Hopping up on the counter you leant back on the cupboards and looked at Tommy, confused and drunk, you hated the smell of him because that wasn’t his smell. Tommy looked at you from across the kitchen and didn’t know what to do.“Thank you.” He said quietly but you waved it off.

“You’d do the same thing for me.” You decided as he grew a few steps closer to you, you glared at him and he stopped, “Go sit down, I’ll heat up some food.” Jumping off the counter you turned your back to the man you didn’t know anymore.

Tommy slowly sulked away and sat in the sitting room, closing his eyes in an attempt to sleep. Boiling some water allowed you to drown out the sound of him moving in the other room. You leant your elbows on the countertop and held your head in your hands as you silently cried your heart out. How were you supposed to deal with this, with him? You were living your life, you couldn’t let anyone in but you were surviving and you were proud of yourself for that. Tommy had controlled your life even when he wasn’t in it and you were so scared to go back to the normality you’d been missing. It had been years and you could never forget the loneliness you felt when he stopped contacting you or the betrayal when you knew he was still in the forces but not writing to you or Skyping you.

Standing up straight you wiped your eyes as the water had boiled and no sound could mask your crying anymore. Walking to the fridge you saw some leftover pasta and portioned it into two bowls- heating it up in the microwave you sighed, looking at the revolving bowls. It suddenly dawned on you how strangely domestic this was, a tired husband coming home and a dutiful wife making dinner and you hated it. You hated that you had to be the responsible one who did everything and he couldn’t just survive on his own. There had to be a reason he came back to you after all this time.

You turned back to the kettle and made two coffees, making his stronger than yours because you needed him to stay up and tell you what the fuck was going on. You put the small dinner on the small table in your small kitchen and sighed, walking into the front room you told Tommy in a muffled voice that there was food and he stood up.

The man looked like he hadn’t had a good meal in a while, even though he looked in shape but, his eyes were sad and red. He was drunk and he’d been crying so you needed to get some food into him to try and sober him up so he’d be able to talk. Following you into the kitchen Tommy was just as silent as you and it became an uncomfortable silence where you tried to forget he was there by going on your phone and seeing on your calendar what you had planned for the rest of the week. It didn’t work. You could hear his oddly familiarly eating noises and saw the frame in front of you that you hadn’t seen in years, even the way he held his knife and fork was familiar and it made you so angry that you remembered everything.  Tommy controlled your life and he had hardly said two words to you.

“Why are you here?” you asked when you finished eating, Tommy had finished a time ago because he practically swallowed the plate whole with the speed he ate his meal.

“What do you want me to say? I needed to see you and that’s it.” He looked down sadly.

“That’s not good enough and you know it.” You stood up and took your plate to the sink to wash up.

“Do you want some fucking narrative? A book? Huh Y/n? I’m not that kind of fucking sweet person anymore babe so don’t go expecting me to produce some sort of sonnet!” He stood up so quickly that his chair screeched against the wooden flooring and made you jump. You turned around with tears in your eyes.

“No, Tommy. I don’t want a fucking narrative. I want a fucking explanation about where the last four years have gone and where you goddamn loyalty to us resides in your dead excuse of a heart!” You screamed, getting close to him with anger in your eyes.

“I’m not talking about it, it’s my shit okay! It’s not something you can try to swoop in and fix like you tried with me before. All your fucking love and affection bullshit after mom died or when she got sick and you fuckin tried to be all angelic by following a dumb teenager like me when you thought we were in love. It’s not like that so don’t try that stupid shit with me.” Tommy yelled right next to your face with a finger pointed at your face. You were stunned into silence so you walked out into the toilet and locked it.

He called for you to get out here and talk to him properly for a few minutes before he realised you weren’t coming out to see him. Tomy could hear your soft cries and his heart longed to hold you and tell you he didn’t mean it and that in the last couple of years he’d had to defend himself so much that he didn’t respond well to being challenged. He was a different man to the one you knew and Tommy didn’t know how to make it any better because he wasn’t as good a person as before the marines- he’d lost you and that had fucked him up beyond belief. Tommy also knew it wasn’t an excuse, or at least not a good one but it was the only way to explain his outbursts.

“Do you want me to wait for you or go?” Tommy asked, slumped against the door. He looked at his brown paper bag of cheap vodka on the side table and hated how he longed for it.

“Wait for me.” You whispered through the crack in the door.

It was almost an hour later when the smell of air freshener and leach became too much to handle and you open the door to Tommy quickly scrambling to get up and out of the way. Only a few seconds passed before you pushed yourself into his arms, wrapping your arms tightly around his middle, you didn’t want to be angry with him or argue and for now without questions he was back and you could hold him for now.

Tommy knew it wasn’t perfect but for now, at least the war was over.

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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

[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

[angel-inked]

What happens when you defend them?

Thanks to @liliac-dreamer for giving me this idea!!!

You and your significant other are minding your own business until your not! 😳

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Grimes causes trouble!

Training with Tommy was by all accounts exhausting, but the deal was he would do something you wanted to do if you agreed to do something he wanted to do. Tommy flashed a small smirk as he watched you huff and puff, "how are you not out of breath yet?" You asked. "Used to it," Tommy explained quietly. You shook your head, "ya know, you could've just knocked me out instead of trying to short-circuit my brain with lack of oxygen!" You exclaimed once you caught your breath, making Tommy chuckle quietly.

"I'll knock you out in the bedroom later," Tommy explained with a wink. Smirking again as your eyes went wide, "Tommy!" You yelped, lightly smacking his arm "we are in public!". "Does it look like I'm worried about that?" He asked, gesturing to himself as he took off his wraps.

"Got yourself a hot date or something?" The grating voice of Mad Dog Grimes approached. Tommy didn't even acknowledge his presence, making the other fighter rather annoyed. "You deaf now, too?" Grimes taunted, trying to grab Tommy's shoulder. Tommy shoved him away and sent him staggering backward.

The two seem to almost freeze up when you stood suddenly and put yourself in between them, "don't fucking touch him" you grumbled. Grimes smiled, "You think I'm going to listen to you?". "You better." you explained. "What are you gonna do? Hit me?" And that you did, the black boxing glove you borrowed from Tommy connected with Mad Dog's mouth, knocking him off balance. He stumbled enough that he fell back on his ass, "That's why you always gotta expect the unexpected Grimes!" Colt Boyd called from the other side of the room.

Mad Dog groaned irritatedly as he stood, "This isn't over Conlon!" He exclaimed, pointing at Tommy. "If you're gonna be enemies with someone, the least you can do is learn their name!" You griped as Mad Dog walked away in a huff. Tommy's mom didn't keep her married name and neither did Tommy.

You turned around to peck Tommy on the lips, pulling away confused when he didn't kiss you back. Tommy was just staring at you, like you were the birth of some kind of amazing new species he'd never seen before. "Come on, Champ," you said, pulling off the boxing gloves and grabbing your bag, "Let's get out of here.". Tommy was so used to being the defender that when he became the defended, he didn't know how to respond.

Stress ball.

"Would you rather have chocolate sushi or breast milk in your coffee?" Eddie asked, as you waited in line for your coffee order. "Where the hell do you come up with some of this stuff, Brock?" You laughed, Eddie laughed along with you.

After your laughter died down, Eddie glanced at the group of teenagers that walked in. He sighed and began squeezing a blob of Vemon that formed in the palm of his hand. "You okay, Ed?" You asked, knowing this was a sign he was overestimated but trying to mask it.

"Yeah, just getting kinda loud in here," he explained. Loud noises, especially overlapping chatter, had always been sensory hell for Eddie's autism, even before he had Vemon. "You can wait outside if you need to," you smiled softly. "Nah! I got V, we'll manage, " Eddie said, gesturing to the ball of blackness in his hand.

"What'd you name your toy?" One of the teen boys laughed. "screw off!" You exclaimed, Eddie was having a hard enough time as it was, and you weren't going to let some stupid teenage boys make it worse!

"And we're supposed to listen to you?" Another one of the teens laughed. "Yes, you are!" A low voice growled. You glanced over at Eddie and saw Vemon's head protruding out from the neck of Eddie's shirt, still hiding themself enough for Eddie's comfort.

"Listen to the morsel, or you will lose your head," Vemon threatened, and needless to say, the group of teens hurried out of the coffee shop after that!

Eddie smiled, "Thanks, guys".

Voice of reason.

Alfie waved his pistol in the air, rambling on like the madman he was. Tommy Shelby glanced over at you from his seat, taking a drag off his cigarette and rolling his eyes. You smirked, you know your husband is a lunatic, but it's one of the reasons you love him.

"Now, yea, if you shoot someone, Tommy, right? You best shoot them in a way that guarantees you only have to do it once," Alfie explained. Hand movement never ceased as he did.

"Dose he ever shut up?" One of Tommy's goons whispered to his cohort. "Do you want to fuckin' repeat yourself?" You asked, looking over at the two men. Alfie fell silent, glancing at the pair and then at Tommy. "I don't like to repeat myself!" You exclaimed, standing up.

Before Alfie or Tommy could add their commentary to the situation, you marched toward Shelby's henchmen. "Are you fuckin' deaf?" You shouted in the man's face, who was still refusing to answer you.

Finally, losing your patience. You turn your back to the goons, acting like you were going back to your seat, but instead, you whipped back around and punched the git right in the nose.

"Now!" You exclaimed, marching back to your chair. "Maybe that will teach you to speak out of turn!" You shouted as you sat down, crossing your legs as the man whipped his now bloody nose on his sleeve.

Satisfied with your work, you look ahead at Alfie, who has been staring bugeyed at you since you started yelling. The surprise on his face turned into a smirk as he started to chuckle, "Fuckin' hell" he sighed, leaning back in his chair.

"I knew I fuckin' married you for a fuckin' reason, eh!"

Long engagement

"Collins!" Farrier smiled, hugging his best friend. "How are you?" You asked as Samantha, Collins' girlfriend, gave you a hug. "I'm good!" She smiled happily. The four of you haven't spent anywhere near enough time together for far too long, which was a more common occurrence than you'd like given you and Sam were courting two of the best spitfire pilots the Royal Air Force had to offer!

"So, when's the wedding?" Collins teased. "Piss off!" Farrier smiled, lighting a cigarette between his lips. You and Farrier have been engaged for over a year now and have yet to make any wedding plans, Collins found enjoyment in giving both of you a hard time for it.

"Collins!" Another pilot called from the aircraft hanger your group had gathered in front of. "Feeling charitable, are we?" The finely dressed pilot smirked, gesturing to Farrier, who glared at him in response.

Farrier was constantly harassed by a certain group of pilots, as he didn't come from as much money as they did, and these pilots thought of him to be of lower class than them. Collins could say he came from a well-off family, but he'd never degrade someone who didn't.

"Tosser" you grumbled. "Excuse me?" The other pilot asked. "I second that!" Collins exclaimed, "Farrier's one of the best bloody pilots we got, whether you like it or not!" He continued, "now, if you don't mind fucking off cause I'm rather busy with my mate and his lovely fiancé!".

With that, Collins grabbed Samantha's hand and began to walk off. You did the same with Farrier. "You didn't have to do that, Collins." Farrier mumbled once the two of you caught up with the other couple. "And let the bastard continue to insult you? Not a chance," Collins smiled, patting Farrier on the back.

Farrier sighed, "thanks mate" he said, finally giving in. "Better Collins tells them off then me, I wouldn't have been as pleasant" you explained. Farrier and Collins glanced at each and chuckled, Farrier kissed your cheek.

"Thank you too, love."

Coffee?

"You mean you haven't asked him out yet?" Maggie asked as she washed some cups in the sink. "And face his rejection? No, thank you!" You replied. "You don't know that!" Maggie exclaimed. You had been smitten for your boss for some time now, and your big sister wasn't helping the matter any.

The slow day was welcomed at the station, the barroom was filled with moonshiners. Including the Bondurant brothers, at the far end of the bar.

Howard leaned against the wall behind the bar, already about half gone despite it being noon. Jack and Cricket chatting amongst themselves. Forrest somewhat slumped over on his stool, fumbling with his half full glass of bourbon.

You entered the room, taking orders and chatting with some of the older familiar faces. Forrest watched you diligently, not once taking his eyes off you as you drifted around the room like a soft breeze.

His staring didn't go unnoticed by everyone, however, "Forrest, I don't know how many times I need to tell you this, but staring ain't gonna get you nowhere!" Howard smiled. Forrest didn't pay no mind to his brother. Not many people knew Forrest like Howard and Jack did, and to them, it was obvious what he thought about you.

Suddenly, having grown tired of his brothers, Forrest stood and made his way over to you. You turned away from the table you were serving and near bumped into the silent man, jumping slightly. "How many times are you gonna do that?" You chuckled nervously. Forrest only stared at you, you gestured to the coffee pot in your hand, and Forrest nodded.

You smiled and moved past him to the kitchen, Forrest followed. "See something you like, Forrest?" Maggie asked over her shoulder. Forrest hummed in conformation. You glanced back at him to see his eyes were unashamedly on your ass.

Some chatter arose from the bar, Forrest sighed as he heard his name mentioned. What you heard made you furrow your brows, "Forrest Bondurant? You mean that useless bastard?" You grabbed the coffee pot and headed out there before Howard could break the man's face in.

When the brothers called each other useless, it was just teasing, but if someone else was brave enough or stupid enough to call, one of them that? Especially in front of all three of them? All hell would break loose, you beelined to the table Howard was moving toward. "You mind repeating yourself? Thought I heard something about my boss," you explained.

One of the men, the one you heard from the kitchen, glanced over at Forrest, who was now standing next to Howard. "You work for that?" He asked, pointing at Forrest as the middle brother crossed his arms. You glanced at Forrest and nodded, "Oh, you could do much better, darlin'." The man remarked, "ya see, them Bondurants..." You didn't let the man finish his insult, pouring some piping hot coffee in his lap.

"Oops," you smiled, as the man hurriedly stood up. "You bitc-!" The man was quickly thrown out by Howard along with his friend. The fight ensued outside, you turned to see Forrest staring at you.

"Why did you do that?" He asked quietly, narrowing his eyes. Feeling bold, you simply smiled and briefly kissed his lips, smiling even wider when he grunted softly into the kiss. After pulling apart, the two of you locked eyes for a moment.

"Now then!" You exclaimed, "How about that cup of coffee?".

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Newsies Oneshots

by, WendigoonWrites by WendigoonWrites Just newsies oneshots! Mainly Javey and Sprace 💀 Words: 7141, Chapters: 7/7, Language: English Fandoms: Newsies!: the Musical - Fierstein/Menken, Newsies: The Broadway Musical! (2017), Newsies - All Media Types, Newsies (1992) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other Characters: Racetrack Higgins, Spot Conlon, David Jacobs, Jack Kelly (Newsies), Sarah Jacobs (Newsies), Buttons (Newsies), Elmer (Newsies), Mush Meyers, Specs (Newsies), Romeo (Newsies), Albert DaSilva (Newsies), Finch (Newsies), Barney Peanuts (Newsies), Tommy Boy (Newsies), Crutchie (Newsies), Oscar Delancey, Morris Delancey, Les Jacobs Relationships: Kid Blink/Mush Meyers, Spot Conlon/Racetrack Higgins, David Jacobs/Jack Kelly, Sarah Jacobs/Katherine Plumber Pulitzer, Jack Kelly/Katherine Plumber Pulitzer, Albert DaSilva/Finch (Newsies), Buttons/Elmer (Newsies), Romeo/Specs (Newsies), Barney Peanuts/Tommy Boy (Newsies) Additional Tags: Fluff, sprace, Blush - Freeform, belmer, Javey - Freeform, javid - Freeform, redfinch, queer, Gay, uhhhhh, readitplease, Theater - Freeform, Gay Newsies, Based on Newsies!: the Musical, Jack Kelly is Bad at Feelings (Newsies) read : https://ift.tt/F0YRxAl - May 01, 2024 at 08:56PM

[potter-solomons]

Please send me your favorite fluffy Tom character fics.

Anxiety has sky rocketed and need some comfort/hugs.

Anyone else feeling low lemme know and I'll send some along as well.

[dream-a-little-bigger-darling000]

You'll Fit So Nicely You'll Keep Me Intact

Author's Note: Hello Hello! Not my GIF, please don't think it is, but it is my fic! I asked a few days ago if I should do Bane or touch-starved Tommy, and it was pretty clear I should do my sweet summer child Tommy boy. I just really think this big tough fighter needs to take a break and be held every once in awhile. And you can't tell me this man wouldn't have the sweetest moans. Fight me on it you can't. Please Please PLEASE reblog, like, or comment on this if you liked it. I live my day to day life craving validation.

If you absolutely hated it, also let me know! I admit I'm not the best at writing, and I'm willing to learn so I can feed my Tommy Conlon addiction. Ok, that's all, be fed!

2400+ words?! C'mon, that's gotta be enough to make you proud.

The whole fiasco was genuinely an accident.

The two of you, in his small cramped apartment, helping each other make dinner, because you couldn't remember whose turn it was, walking around each other like you had been doing it for years, because you had been.

You had been by Tommy for as long as you can remember, through those years where puberty slammed in the door and decked you directly in the throat (and other places), through the time where his family had slowly fallen apart, and into the years where he had joined the US Marine Corps.

Those years had been hell. At least when he moved away you were still able to text him annoying day-to-day updates and talk in the quiet nights when no one was awake to hear you admit how much you missed each other. But when he joined the Marines, you heard even less from your Tommy, and the ache you felt for him only grew.

When he came back, he had came back for good, immediately seeking you out with the promise of your old relationship back. And things went back to normal, slotted into place perfectly.

Except the insane amount of pining that you went through every waking hour you saw his stupidly attractive face.

But you weren't going to think about that. There was spaghetti to be made.

"Those are done." Tommy nodded his head to the noodles as he made the salad. You sneered to yourself, still pissed that he got the easy part.

"No, they're not, look, that one's still hard-"

"That's what she said."

"It's still undercooked you jerk. Can you please let me cook in peace? You're over there, doing the bare minimum, you ass."

"Hey, if this isn't tossed right, the whole thing is ruined. And those noodles are definitely done. We can get them in the sauce before the garlic bread is done so it'll cool down a bit. Look." All the sudden Tommy was crowded up behind you. Your breath did something funny. Probably the steam from the boiling water. Because, you know, it's so hard to breathe around.

Tommy took the spoon you were using to stir and managed to scoop up a single noodle. He then carefully picked it up and threw it on the cabinet. It stuck, but looked like it would fall via a strong sneeze.

"See? Done." You looked behind you to stare up at the infuriating man. He smiled and tilted his head. You had the sudden urge to hit him. With your mouth. Damn it.

He turned around, not giving you a chance to argue with him. That was his first mistake. As a MMA fighter, the idiot should know never to turn your back on the enemy.

You scooped up another noodle with your spoon. You waited until he was truly busy with cutting the tomatoes up for the salad.

You aimed for his head. It wrapped around the back of his neck with a soft splat. He startled for a moment, and then set the knife down and stared forward, still not turning around to look at you.

"You know what, now it's done. Now it's stickin'." You were struggling to hold it together, desperately trying not to laugh as you turned off the stovetop and set the pan aside.

You felt strong arms envelop you from behind, and you let out a loud laugh as you felt your feet leave the floor. Tommy, spinning you around before setting you on the counter. You've really put yourself it a bad position.

Well, if you're being honest, probably the best damn position you've ever been in.

Except that the bastard started tickling you. More laughter spilled out of you, uncontrollable at this point.

"Tommy!" You were out of breath from the constant attack. What happened to never turn your back on the enemy? "Tommy, what are we in-" More laughter as his joined yours. You two were so close you could feel his shoulder dip every time he rumbled a laugh. "what are we in 6th grade now- Tommy!"

You could feel his laughter huff by your ear, and you knew you had to resort to dirty tactics. If he wanted to play by middle school standards, then you had no choice but to stoop down to his level.

Tommy was very distracted trying to murder you by laughter alone, and he looked like he was having the time of his life. He never even realized your hands were so close to his head. He was in the middle of another fit of giggles when he felt your nimble hands glide through his hair. He had half a second to understand what you were planning, and he was just about to pull away, to get as far from you as possible before-

You gave a solid pull to his hair. You felt satisfaction shoot through your body as his laugh choked off, his body going rigid underneath your fingers. His breath stuttered and his hands instantly fell from your sides to grasp the edge of the counter.

You didn't quite understand what was going on at first, the only thing on your mind being that you'd won the battle. You couldn't help the smug smile from sliding across your expression, or the snarky little giggle that bubbled it's way out.

"What's wrong, Tommy? Did someone school you at your own game, hmm? Maybe next time you'll think before you-"

"Could you please let go?" Tommy sound winded, like he'd just fought a few rounds with someone much bigger than him. It made you pause, and then frown.

Your fingers loosened from his hair, but you didn't lower your arm just yet. You couldn't fathom why Tommy was acting this way, when he instigated the rough-housing. And you knew for damn sure you hadn't hurt him. You had seen the idiot stub his toe on his coffee table before, and the only reaction out of the fighter was a pause, a look up to the ceiling, and one long, drawn out sigh.

So even though he sounded like he was trying to fight for his life, you know it absolutely wasn't because you had hurt him in anyway. Tommy could break you five times over.

You looked down at his hands. Not only was he grasping the edge of the counter top, but his knuckles were white, like he was anchoring himself. You glanced to his face. His eyes were squeezed shut, his lips pressed tightly together, and his eyebrows were furrowed in deep concentration. Was he- was that a blush? His body was still pulled tight.

Experimentally, you lightly scraped your nails along his scalp.

If Tommy were to ever hear you call the sound that came from him a whimper, he'd probably swiftly and effectively dispose of your body. But it was a fucking whimper.

His eyes snapped open wide and met yours. You saw his utter mortification. You would say you felt guilty, but having your long time crush whimper while slotted between your thighs as you sat a top a kitchen counter really did things for you.

You mentally reprimanded yourself for letting your mind fall into the gutter as your friend so obviously had a small break down.

Before you could get a word out, to try talk him down from whatever thoughts were swirling in that pretty head of his, Tommy was out of kitchen. Ah, so he's chosen drama today? Coming from a man who would rather fight his own brother than talk, you can't really find it in yourself to be surprised.

"Tom." You dropped down from the counter, heading toward the living room, which was the only way he could've gone. As you rounded the corner, you saw him pacing the length of the room, his hands interlaced behind his head, elbows out, eyes wild.

"Tommy." You smoothed out your voice, pictured yourself trying to calm down a particularly flighty horse. You know, if the horse were the love of your life and you were desperately trying to make things less weird between you two before the already delicate friendship collapsed.

At your gentle prod he stopped. He let his hands fall down to his sides. He huffed once. Crossed his arms, made a face, and then dropped them. His fists curled up into balls and he closed his eyes. He opened one and looked toward you.

"You didn't hear that."

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your own arms to your chest.

He pointed to the kitchen. "That didn't happen."

Because you love your best friend very much, you didn't roll your eyes.

"Tommy. Calm down. Take a deep breath." He did not take a deep breath. You did for him. Then another one for you. You moved toward the couch, and the way he suddenly looked like he was about to sprint out the door didn't escape you. You held your hands up placatingly. Easy, boy.

You sat down, leaving enough room for him to sit beside you. He looked at you wearily. You gave him a pointed look, one that said this is something to be discussed, and there's no way you're getting out of it, and gently patted the space for him.

He looked like he'd rather do anything else. He eventually made his way to the spot and plunked down, but as close to the arm of the couch as possible.

You gave him a sweet smile. He looked away, but not before you caught the blush. You decided to let him speak first.

It was quiet for awhile. Your thoughts went to the noodles still sitting on the counter, probably cooling in the water making a film. He cleared his throat.

"I don't. Not a ton of people touch me." He stared dutifully in front of him. You stayed silent, afraid of scaring him into silence again. He shifted uncomfortably, letting out a growl of frustration. "I mean people touch me. I just meant. It's not. It's," He looked like each word was slowly strangling him, "Never that intimate. I guess. And never anyone like you."

You're eyebrows shot up. His head jerked toward you.

"Not like that, I mean like someone so pretty." You choked a little. He visibly flinched. "Ok. I think that's enough for tonight. I think I've made plenty an ass of myself for one God forsaken night." He made to move, but your hand covered his before you really thought about it. He immediately stopped, staring at your hand on top of his.

"Tommy, it's ok." He gave you a dubious look. "No, really. Lots of people don't know how to deal with touch when it's not normal for them-"

"I'm fine, I touch people all the time, it doesn't matter it's ridiculous-"

"Tommy." He stopped. You lifted both hands to slowly cradle his face. His eyes were panicky. He looked like he was fighting every instinct inside him. "Listen to me, love." His eyes widened. "You don't have to explain anything. I need you to know it's ok to freak out a little. It's ok for this to be new." You bit your lip. "It's ok if it feels good."

A small sound came from the fighter. His eyes slipped closed. It suddenly hit you. You sucked in a sharp breath, and you started to gently stroking his face to his neck.

"Oh Tommy. You spend all that time fighting in the ring, so much time dominating. You barely let anyone touch you before you knock them away." His dad was probably never there to offer him any type of physical love, and his mom was too distanced from anyone to truly give what Tommy craved. By that time, he had pushed his brother away, and you had never really noticed him to be very active in the dating area.

You could feel his control slipping, could feel him slowly letting you hold his head up while he explored the sensation of someone just feeling him. When he spoke, his speech was slightly slurred.

"Was always jus' scared."

"I know Tommy."

"Didn' want you t' leave."

"And why would I do something stupid like that."

There was a second of silence, but Tommy was too far in to go back now.

"Cuz' I only wanted you to touch. Only ever you." Your heart stopped. His eyes slowly opened, meeting yours. His gaze snapped to your lips, back up to your eyes. All it took was for your eyes to snap to his lush mouth, and he was surging to meet you.

You felt like you were melting, melding into him. His lips were sliding against yours, his hands suddenly huge, thumbs cupping your face while his hands rested on the sides of your neck. He kissed like you see him fight. The urgency and the power and the emotion. You ached all over.

You could hardly remember your name when you finally separated, heaving lungfuls of air. Maybe all that oxygen deprivation had really done something to your brain, because you might be having a stroke. It almost smelled like something was burning. Tommy's face did something funny and he sniffed the air.

Oh. OH. The garlic bread.

Both of you made a mad dash for the kitchen, Tommy arriving first and throwing the oven door open, grabbing whatever cloth he could find to take out the charred bread as you used a dishrag to flap away any smoke that spilled out.

Once he made sure his apartment wasn't going to burn down or that the ambulance wan't going to be making a surprise visit, he slumped against the counter, breathing heavily. You put your hands on your hips.

A few second went by, both of you trying to catch your breath. Tommy looked up at you. You met his eye.

You both melted into peeling laughter, trying to stay upright. It seemed like every time you two would get your shit together, you'd fall right back into cackles.

He finally reigned in the worst of the laughter, and slowly made his way to where you were standing. Your own laughs died down.

"Are we good?" you ask him gently. He nods his head, with his sweet smile.

"We're good" he replies gently. He gets this determined look on his face, and steps real close to you. He doesn't do anything else for awhile, instead looking to you, asking with questioning eyes.

You give him an encouraging smile. He smiles right back at you, and for the second time tonight, strong arms envelop you.