#tommy conlon x reader

[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: 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: 3,652.

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

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

you two were neighbors and your family consists of four; 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 push your best friend away from you.

you harbored a secret animosity 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.

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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 your 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, 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 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. 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 mumbles.

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.

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.

[angel-inked]

Bet I make you smile

This is part of a one-shot that I have in my notes app lol, basically Tommy and !reader are preparing for a formal event. What kind of formal event, you ask? Well, you'll have to wait for that 😉

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You stepped back to assess your work, Tommy's stoicism still relayed the miserable feeling in his eyes. "Bet you ten bucks I make you smile before the end of the night." You smirked playfully. Tommy grunted quietly, "you've got a better chance in hell.." he grumbled bitterly, his soft voice trailed off as he fidgeted with the gold cufflink that bore the US marine core emblem on his right wrist. He turned to face the bed, glancing at Brendan and nodding toward the door. Brendan narrowed his eyes, you recognized his confusion. "He wants you to leave so I can change." You explained, unzipping Tommy's duffel bag that you had stuffed both yours and his clothes in and gestured to the faded ripped blue jeans and the sage green tee-shirt you currently wore. "Of course," Brendan nodded awkwardly, "you do look very nice Tommy." He added on his way out in a vague attempt at pleasantries with his younger brother. Tommy nodded but offered no other reply. The room fell quiet after the door shut, the only sound being the ruffling of fabric as you dug around in the duffel bag, Tommy loyally and silently stood guard as you changed.

[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. 

[rose-like-the-phoenix]

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Righteous Smile (Tommy Conlon x Reader) [Request]

😀😀 requests are open I’ve been waiting on this I’m obsessed with your story’s. Ok tommy conlon with female reader. They know each through friends and she is really awkward around him cause she is crushing on him so much and just freezes up whenever she’s around him. She has a so called friend that has often gone after the man she likes and just as she’s starting to feel comfortable around Tommy this “friend swoops in and is all over him. And she thinks that’s it he’s going to be with her now. But he just brushes her off and puts all his attention on reader to both the friend and readers surprise. 💗—Requested by anon

Warnings: none

Gif Source: dailytomhardy

There was a moment a few months into your acquaintance with Tommy that he turned to you and asked you a question, and you answered without hesitation, your tongue no longer stuck to the roof of your mouth. You couldn’t remember the question or your answer, merely the fact that you had not remained frozen in his presence as you usually did.

It was the moment you realized that were actually growing comfortable around the man.

The realization didn’t fill your stomach with butterflies but with dread. It had been quite some time since you had grown to like a man, to move past the stuttering and clammy stage and into something that ran parallel to friendship. You didn’t easily find yourself drawn to anyone, as though each time you were and failed, a part of you recoiled so violently that it took months, sometimes years, to even entertain the idea of risking your emotional wellbeing by fancying someone.

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[jakegyllenbaalz]

tom hardy filming warrior (2011)

[ao3feed-newsies]

Newsies oneshots/headcannons

by, Blinkstaymidzy by Blinkstaymidzy Many random newsies oneshots/head cannons You can request any ship! I will not do any Les romantic parings and will not do x reader.(sorry) I will do fluff and smut. Words: 1173, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English Fandoms: Newsies!: the Musical - Fierstein/Menken, Newsies - All Media Types, Newsies: The Broadway Musical! (2017) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Underage Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi Characters: David Jacobs, Jack Kelly (Newsies), Les Jacobs, Sarah Jacobs (Newsies), Katherine Plumber Pulitzer, Racetrack Higgins, Spot Conlon, Albert DaSilva (Newsies), Finch (Newsies), Specs (Newsies), Romeo (Newsies), Smalls (Newsies), Mush Meyers, Elmer (Newsies), Henry (Newsies), JoJo (Newsies), Tommy Boy (Newsies), Kid Blink, Buttons (Newsies), Sniper (Newsies), Mike (Newsies), Ike (Newsies), Morris Delancey, Oscar Delancey, Crutchie (Newsies), Myron (Newsies), Hot Shot (Newsies) Relationships: Sarah Jacobs/Katherine Plumber Pulitzer, David Jacobs/Jack Kelly, Spot Conlon/Racetrack Higgins, Albert DaSilva/Racetrack Higgins, Albert DaSilva/Finch (Newsies), Spot Conlon/Albert DaSilva/Racetrack Higgins, Finch/Tommy Boy (Newsies), Romeo/Specs (Newsies) read : https://ift.tt/QNvgz42 - December 03, 2023 at 06:59PM

[thegabbyh]

I NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS AFTER!!!!!!!!! I NEWEWEEEEEEED PLEASE

Ruin Our Friendship | Tommy Conlon x gn!reader (🍋)

anonymous asked: Tommy Conlon: Hello, hello! I hope you're doing good 🖤. May I please ask for a little something using the following prompts for my sweet baby Tommy Conlon X non-binary, male, or gn!Reader: "Stay with me"+"Never wanted anybody more than I wanted you" Thank you so very much 🖤! 🐍anon

summary: you and Tommy think it's finally time to change the nature of your relationship.

tws: swearing, dry humping

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Soaked in sweat, Tommy slowly peeled off his shirt, his skin glistening as he exposed his muscles and his tattoos, all too aware of the eyes watching him; he bit down on the inside of his lip, wondering if he should ask even though he already knew the answer.

Thoughts already swarming his head as his breath hitched in his throat; all too aware that your gaze was following the droplets of sweat as they slowly trickled down his back. It was always like that when he got back from the gym, knowing that you were waiting for him at his flat for tea and a film, knowing that you couldn't fucking stop staring at his body.

He wished you would ask already, but he knew you too well and knew you wouldn't. He wished he could just turn around and crash his lips against yours, pin you to the bed and claim you for himself; he cleared his throat, sighing heavily.

"Stay with me tonight," he muttered. "Please?"

You quirked a brow, tilting your head slightly to the side. "You sure? Don't you have to be up early?"

Turning around, Tommy shook his head as he slowly approached the bed, standing between your spread legs and wishing that it was all different.

Wishing that he was about to watch you strip so eagerly for him and expose your body, beg him to claim every inch of it for himself.

"Yeah. No, I don't… I, uhm, I kinda… I don't… you never stay over."

You thought about it for a second. You used to stay the night almost daily, before… before things got awkward.

Before you realised that his biceps were so big and his chest was so heavy; before you realised how thick his thighs were and how large his hands were. Fuck. His chest looked so good, and his thighs even better. All glistening with sweat.

Why did he have to wear shorts?

You swallowed thickly, nodding slowly. "I can stay."

Tommy nodded, the closest thing you would ever get to him actually thanking you, but you didn't mind; you knew Tommy well enough to know that he meant it. He always did enjoy company, even if he worried that you would leave, even if he worried that your love would come with certain terms and conditions like it had done with everyone else's.

But it never did. He looked at you for a moment, examining the way you gazed at him before he gently took your wrist in his hand and brought it to his chest; he grumbled softly at how gentle you were as you groped his chest, clenching his jaw.

"Fuck."

You retracted your hand, looking up at him. "Tommy… we shouldn't…"

Tommy furrowed his brows. "Why?"

"We're friends," you breathed out. "And alright, yeah, I've never wanted anybody more than I wanted you, but… we're friends, Tom. It ain't right."

"Did I do something wrong?"

"No, baby," you murmured, waiting for him to drop to his knees before you stroked a hand through his hair gently. "You didn't do anything wrong, just… I'd feel bad."

"Why?"

"Because I love you," you chuckled. "And I'd only fuck it up."

His breath hitched in his throat as he looked up at you. "You think I wouldn't be the fuck up?"

You shook your head. "You? No. You've always been great, Tommy. Always… it's me."

"I don't get it," he huffed.

"I just…" you shook your head. You weren't sure if it was the smell of his sweat or the way he looked at you, but you couldn't hold it in any more.

You grabbed him, pulling him onto the bed as you fell onto your back. His hips against yours as he groaned softly, his arms either side of your head and buried against the mattress. Your arms went around him by instinct, legs spread so it was a little more comfortable for you both, your eyes on his lips.

"Can I?"

"I thought you'd never ask," you admitted with a soft laugh.

Tommy smiled, nodding as he dared to lean down a little more, capturing your lips softly; something in him snapped, and he felt like suddenly everything made sense.

But fuck, the way you ground your hips against his was hard to ignore, and he couldn't help but to do it back; you copied, and he ground as hard as he could, making you break the kiss as you tilted your head back and moaned.

"Should I stop?"

"No," you pleaded softly. "Fuck, do it again."

Tommy smiled to himself, angling his hips as he thrust against you, the fabric of his shorts becoming tighter as he felt the fabric rub against his cock. Shit, he couldn't believe he was doing it. He grunted softly, rutting against you as you copied every movement; his breath was harsh and heavy as he pressed his forehead against the mattress, his lips right by your ear as you moaned his name softly. Bucking and rolling your hips as you chased every bit of friction that you could.

Tommy rolled onto his back, bringing you with him and tugging you to straddle his waist; bucking his hips up into you. Strong arms holding you close as your hands settled on his chest; you could feel his cock pressing against your ass as you opened your mouth, purposefully wiggling your ass just to tease him.

"Fuck."

"Tommy, are we really gonna do this?" You asked.

"If you want to," Tommy breathed out.

"Are we gonna ruin our friendship?"

He shrugged. "If you want it to."

You paused, thinking about it for a second before you nodded, daring to laugh. "I've had enough of the awkward shit, ain't you?"

Tommy grinned, letting his hands roam up and down your body as he nodded, swallowing thickly as he felt up every inch of you before tugging at your shirt; his eyes widened, excitement in his irises, as he watched you expose inches of skin before finally slowly taking your shirt off. He nodded in approval.

"I'm ruining our friendship."

[thedevilshardy]

Knock you out

Tommy Conlon x fem! Reader (short smut)

You always tried to avoid him. Tried to put the same ignorance in your gaze that he put at yours. When you were at the gym, a silent nod was all he had for you. A cool look, the slight twitch of his chin, and that was it. 

Tommy Conlon didn't like you. At least, that's what he radiated whenever you watched him box and train. And that's why you're even more surprised that you ended up in this position. 

Your breath is stagnant, your legs are shaking, and you want nothing more than that cock, already with the tip pressed firmly against your pussy. He doesn't penetrate you though, just presses his tip heavily against the folds of your pussy, but he doesn't push it in, not yet, even though you're already dripping. That's how much you want this man, who hasn't said a word since he had wordlessly pressed you against the ropes of the boxing ring and had kissed you. 

Tommy Conlon kisses like a god. His lips are soft and full, and what he doesn't say in words he packs all the more into the passionate movements of his mouth. Your breath caught when he kissed you so roughly, your knees went weak, but his strong forearm held you. You don't even know how much time has passed since he had pressed you to the floor, his hands on your body like a command. How deftly those fingers have pushed through the light layers of your gym clothes, as if they've done nothing else all their lives. Biting kisses, gasps for air, sweat, heat, everywhere. There was nothing like pressing your body up against his, feeling his heat, his hardness between your quivering legs. 

He'd almost managed to finger you to climax. But only almost. He'd stopped before you'd gotten the chance, and there it had been, a small, barely visible grin at the corners of his mouth. 

And now you're lying here, his hard cock between your legs, and he's still teasing you, holding you roughly while his tip just rubs very gently against your wet folds. Your body cries out for him, for release. You try to push yourself down further, up onto his dick, but he won't let you. Goosebumps run over your skin as you finally hear his voice against your ear. It's rough and deep. 

"You're so damn wet baby, how bad do you want me? Do you want me to fuck you?"

You nod, swallowing hard against the burning heat in your throat, clawing at his strong shoulders. 

"Tell me how bad you want me to fuck you."

"Fuck me, please. Now, Tommy I-"

A jerk, and you moan. A tiny bit more his hot dick has slid into your center, just barely grazing his tip at your entrance. God, it's driving you crazy, this here, he-!

"You want me to fuck you - right, huh, until you can't walk anymore? God baby, you're so fuckin' wet, you're so..."

"Tommy," your hands reach into his sweaty hair, pulling him down against your face. He growls quietly. "Fuck me, now."

"Impatient nasty girl, you are" he grunts, and it's amused, you can see it in the corners of his mouth.

You get a warm, breathless kiss, and before you know it, he's suddenly forcing inside you with one hard thrust. 

It's a revelation, that feeling - as his stiff cock finally penetrates deep inside your dripping pussy, as he finally conquers you with a sharp thrust of his hips. His lips slowly open as he sinks completely into you - for a moment he looks down at you, brushing a wet strand from your face. 

"Have you ever seen a real buck fight, honey?"

Your vagina tightens, you can feel exactly how your walls vibrate with every word - how they're already contracting tightly now, how they suck his cock in deep. 

"Of course."

"Then I'm going to show you how I fucking knock you out."

And he does. He supports himself with his strong arms to the left and right of your body, bites his lips hard, and then begins to thrust hard and relentlessly. His hips move as if boxing, penetrating deep and only pushing your trembling legs further apart, hard, sharp, tight thrusts, deep into your pussy. You can't even brace yourself against it, pick up his rhythm, it's too strong. And it really drives you to the edge of madness. 

Tommy Conlon fucks like a god, too. His hands claw into your sides, holding you, making your breasts bob along to the beat with each thrust. You see he loves it, the way he licks his lips afterward, the way his hips sputter. 

Your pussy almost explodes. Tommy's thrusts and cock are way too good for you, catching you ice cold and fucking you to a level you never thought you'd reach. He keeps up this pace, even as your dripping walls slowly tighten around him as the warm feeling in your belly grows stronger. You try to hold onto his shoulders, but he shakes your hands off, gets on his knees, pulls your ass up onto his trained thighs. And then he just keeps fucking you, the in and out of his hard dick like a prayer that all you can do now is whimper. 

"Tommy-"

"Come baby, come, I want to feel it, come on."

His right rough hand slides between your folds, and he teases your clit to no end, his thumb sliding over it, teasing the little wet bud. 

You come. You come so suddenly, as if Tommy had personally punched you in the face, as if he had thrown you out of the ring. You come so suddenly and so fucking hard that for a moment you can't even move your body, can't even breathe. 

He fucks you through your orgasm, wordlessly, breathlessly. His hand stays on your clit, keeps rubbing, his cock keeps fucking until you can't take it anymore, until your pussy contracts tight and hot, squirting slightly. And Tommy loves it. 

You don't know how long you feel the violent waves of your orgasm - but eventually you feel more wetness, more heat between your legs, feel his hips fucking harder than before and he lets out a deep grunt. He comes, pushing you over the edge again. 

When you're done, the floor of the boxing ring is wet as hell, showing all the traces of your violent encounter. You feel exactly how his cum runs between your legs, warm, always down your thigh. Tommy's eyes move between your legs, and he grins slightly. 

"We're going to take a shower, and then I'm going to fuck you again."

"Wow, you've talked more than you did all last year," you say shortly, and Tommy helps you stand up. 

His eyes don't even leave you as you walk to the shower, and he even catches you as your shaking legs give way. 

[dreamlandcreations]

Fair fight

Tommy Conlon x Reader

Summary: You make sure your sister's abusive ex gets the point this time...

Warnings: mentions of abuse and serious injuries, reader has no mercy for the ex, violence, fluff at the end

∼ 1K words

You had his attention the moment you loudly entered the gym. Tommy still had good instincts, every source of threat getting on his radar, which left him always hyper-aware of his surroundings.

Wild, searching gaze settled on one of the guys near him and you started to march there. Your body language clearly screaming rage, there was no hesitation to punch the guy in the face the moment he turned to you.

He tried to hit you back but you managed to dodge, not expertly but clearly knowing some form of self-defence. You hit him again, aiming for his nose and the sickening crack could be heard a few feet away too. You definitely weren't going for a fair fight, aiming your strikes to do real damage.

Someone tried to grab you and that's when the subject of your anger caught you off guard. Your head whipped back at the force of the hit but you only blinked a few times in a quick session to shake it off.

After that, your temper only gets worse and you kick high, hitting your target in the face, and sending him down to the floor. The man trying to hold you down also gets a kick but to his knees, making him lose balance as well.

You are on the first guy before anyone else can intervene, hitting where you can while you start to shout at him.

"Not so tough when a girl hits back, huh?"

The comment makes the guys closest to you pause and exchange a look. People started to yell since this whole mess began but there was a moment of stunned silence after that.

Tommy doesn't know what made him move, it's not like he cares about much these days but his feet got him to you before he realised what he was doing.

Someone grabbed your hands from behind, pulling you off that asshole like you weighed nothing. Your back is met with a sweaty chest, your arms locked to your front and your legs trapped between his.

You slowly register that he murmurs soft, calming words but your anger is still burning in you.

"Let me go," you demand.

Squirming and trying to get away only results in a stronger hold. When you try to headbutt him, Tommy takes your wrists in one of his hands and catches you by your chin before your head could reach him.

Trapped in his grasp, you have no way to move. He is basically holding you upright at this point. But when your breathing starts to calm, matching his like he tells you and you go soft in his arms he makes the mistake of slowly letting you go after you assure him that that was it.

"Alright, I'm calm."

You move before he could grab you again and kick the son of a bitch in the stomach as he was heaving on his knees, sending him backwards, lying on the floor again and groaning pathetically.

"Stay the fuck away from my sister!"

Tommy is cursing himself as he pulls you back despite your protests.

"No, no, no. I'm done, I swear."

He throws you over his shoulder without a word and after a nod from Colt, he takes you to the secluded office at back.

"Seriously. Put me down!" You hit and kick him, although lightly, not meaning to hurt him. But taking in the guy, you are pretty sure it wouldn't have much effect anyway.

He lets you down, almost dropping you on the chair, eyeing you for a few seconds like one would a wild animal that could attack them. Whatever he sees is good enough to convince him you won't do anything stupid. Again.

He gets down on one knee before you, slowly reaching for your hands, gingerly hooking his fingers with yours, turning your hand to examine your knuckles.

You flinch when he is reaching up to take a look at your bleeding nose and that makes him pause. Finally, your eyes meet and both of you are shocked by the reflection of hidden emotions.

Looking away first, suddenly feeling shy and embarrassed that he, and everyone else in the gym, had seen you so out of it.

He guides your gaze back to him but your eyes are fixed on his full lips instead of his bright eyes while he carefully takes a look at your nose.

He asks you to follow his finger with your eyes and then asks if you feel dizzy or nauseous before gently touching your nose.

"Not broken but it will bruise pretty bad." His voice is soft and you find that the amusement you thought to hear is reflected in his expression. You make the mistake of letting your gaze wander back to his.

He smiles at your gasp, knowing that look and chuckles at your quiet answer.

"Worth it, " you reply to his assessment while he gets a kit and starts to clean up your wounds.

"I'm sure he deserved it but this wasn't a good idea." The tone of the statement and his expectant look told you he wanted to know the reason.

"The cops wouldn't listen to me. He hurt her before, I saw the marks but she always denied it." You sigh deeply, holding back the angry tears that threaten to spill again for the hundredth time today. "They said they'll need her testimony but she is kept in sedation for now..."

You scoff and look away again. Tommy cups your cheek and turns you back, seemingly only to treat take another look at your nose but the soothing brush along your skin tells you otherwise.

He silently encourages you to continue.

"He visited her." You let out a disbelieving laugh. "I saw the flowers and I just lost it. The same flowers he gave her every time after he lost his temper. She took him back every time. I couldn't..."

He stands up, stepping back to walk to the door when he sees the quick panic and the almost pleading look on your face that you surely didn't mean to display. So he graces you with another smile while bends down again and gives you a reassuring squeeze on your shoulder.

"I'll quickly clean up then I'll take you back to the hospital...?" At his unsaid question, you give him your name. Earning another hint of a smile as he repeats your name with what could only be called reverence then he turns to leave again.

"Wait," you call after him, making him face you again. "What's your name?'

"Tommy."

It's your turn to smile, hoping your gratitude shows in your expression.

"Thank you, Tommy."

He nods awkwardly then he steps out of the office, leaving you alone with your thoughts for a few minutes and you wonder how this terrible day could bring something good in your life after all.

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 1,024

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Year posted - 2022

[wandawiccan60]

Tommy Conlon Masterlist- Renewed

One-Shots List

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

• One-Shot: Coming Soon

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• One-Shot: Coming Soon

[tomhardyspinkyfinger]

The Diner Drama

Masterlist

A/N: Here's your request anon! Hope you enjoy!! More requests to be filled tomorrow <3 I really hope this fit what you wanted!

Warnings: unwanted touching , violence

Request:

Maybe him with a really shy and quiet girl. Not much experience. But she's really into him and he's really into her. They want one another but he doesn't want to lose control.

Tommy had been coming into the dinner for a few weeks now. I noticed him when he first came in, and wanted to crawl in a hole when my manager instructed me to wait on his table.

He seemed to be as shy as me though, so waiting on him was easy and comfortable. Over the weeks Tommy sat in the same booth, ordered the same black coffee, tipped heavily, and then left.

One night, I came in for the late shift and Tommy was sat in his booth. I found this odd because he's usually there for my afternoon shifts. Today I had to take a night shift because I had a doctors appointment. I usually avoided the night shifts because of the crowds the diner draws in. My coworker approached me and leaned in.

"He's been in here all day, me and the other girls have come to the conclusion that he has a crush on you." She spoke, trying to be discrete. I scoffed.

"Yeah right, he just likes this spot." I responded, tying on my apron and grabbing my order sheets. She scoffed.

"Honey, no one likes this spot besides the drunkards, and he isn't one of them." She walked off to take someone's order and I ignored the flush in my cheeks. I walked up to Tommy's table with a wide smile.

"Hey Tommy, what can I get ya?" I asked, taking my pen from behind my ear and preparing to write.

"Just another coffee." He spoke, the tiniest hint of a smile on his face. I felt a bit worried that all he's had since being here was a few coffee's, as my last order sheet showed. It wasn't healthy for him to be missing meals.

"How about a steak and eggs? It's the best on the menu." I pressed, smiling.

"Sure, Y/N, that sounds great." He said, smiling a bit wider now. I wrote down his order and scurried to the kitchen. I served some other tables and eventually Tommy's food was ready. I brough out the plate and set it in front of him.

"Here you go, I really hope you like it." I said, smiling another genuine smile. Before he could respond a rowdy group of four men who just entered hollered for me to come over. I excused myself and went to see what they needed.

"Hello, is there anything I can do for you guys?" I asked, getting my pen and order sheet ready." I froze when I felt the man sitting down next to where I was standing put his hand on the back of my bare thigh, rubbing up and down.

I cursed this stupid uniform and gently removed his hand, trying to subtly fix the situation and continue on working.

"Well sweetheart, our buddy here thinks you are gorgeous and wants to take you out, what do you say?" One of the men spoke, motioning to the man whose hand I just removed. I forced a smile.

"I'm afraid I can't help you there, but I can take your orders?" I hoped to steer them in a different direction but to no avail.

"Oh come on baby, I can't be that ugly can I?" The man who felt me up groaned out, his yellow teeth and bloodshot eyes making me cringe.

"I recommend t-the country fried stea-"

"Just give me a shot baby doll, I promise it will be worth your while." The man tried again, placing his hand back on my thigh, this time moving it closer to my butt. I jumped back and they all laughed.

"She said no man, just leave it alone." I looked behind me and saw Tommy had approached the table of men. I stepped back and the men's laughter had died down as they glared at Tommy. The creep spoke up.

"I don't need you butting in, buddy. She just needs to learn not to be such a stuck up bitch." The man spat, laughing again. Tommy clenched his fist.

"Don't talk about her like that." He muttered.

"Or else what, boy? Clearly you want a piece of that ass too, no wonder you're all worked up." The man continued on laughing as did the rest of them.

"Just leave her alone and let her do her job." Tommy spat, anger clearly rising. I was lucky the diner was practically deserted minus a few other customers and workers.

"Or what?" The man snapped back, standing and getting in Tommy's face, shoving him forcefully. I gasped and Tommy hardly moved. It all happened so suddenly after that, Tommy pulled his fist back and landed a bone crunching right hook into the mans face. He crumbled like a bag of rocks and the everything was quiet.

His friends hustled to pick up his unconscious body, dragging him out of the diner quickly, not wanting to face Tommy's wrath. Tommy turned to me but was looking down.

"I'm sorry, Y/N, I really didn't want you to see that." He explained, looking ashamed. I put a hand on his arm and he looked up at me.

"Thank you, Tommy, no one has ever stood up for me like that."

"What happened here?" I broke eye contact with Tommy and looked towards my manager who was motioning to the small pile of blood that lay on the tile.

"That was my fault, ma'am. These men that were here needed to be taught respect." Tommy spoke, attempting to take the heat for me. Luckily my manager was an older woman who knew how drunk men could act. She nodded.

"Y/N, go home sweetie we'll see you tomorrow." I nodded and thanked her before she walked to the back.

"Do you mind walking me home Tommy? All the bus routes are done for the night and I'm a little freaked out by those guys." I asked nervously. He nodded immediately.

We left the diner after he paid and I retrieved my stuff. We walked in silence for a few blocks before he spoke up.

"I really am sorry. I shouldn't have been so violent. If I scared you I'm sorry." Tommy muttered, avoiding eye contact. I stopped walking and grabbed his hand this time.

"And like I said before, it didn't bother me, I'm thankful." He nodded and we continued walking in silence. It wasn't awkward at all, we just basked in each others company.

When we arrived to my house I pulled my keys out of my bag.

"Well this is me, thank you Tommy, for everything." I said. He nodded and I leaned in, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek. I turned and walked up the doors to my home, unlocking the door and beginning to walk in.

"Hey Y/N?" Tommy called out. I turned and looked at him.

"Yeah?" I questioned.

"Do you think, you'd want to maybe.. train with me at the gym? I'm a fighter and I just think I'd feel better knowing you could defend yourself if I wasn't there." Tommy asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

I walked back down the stairs and grabbed a pen from my bag, scribbling my number on the back of his hand with a smile.

"Call me anytime. Goodnight Tommy." I entered the house and shut the door, leaning my back against it and putting my hand to my beating heart. I could feel my crush grow into something more serious as each beat passed.

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Don’t Overthink It (Tommy Conlon x Reader) [Request]

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You woke one morning, shuffled into the kitchen for tea, and glanced out the window as you passed through the living room to see the backend of a moving truck slide out of view, revealing a man with a fighter’s build and a blank expression. You froze, then took a few steps back to better see him.

He reached down and hefted a large box into his arms with an easiness that made your throat constrict. His broad back now facing you, he ascended the porch stairs and disappeared through the open door of the house across the street.

You stared for several heartbeats, hoping to glimpse him again.

The door shut.

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Fluffy Protective Tommy Conlon

Anon Request: Hello I would love a fluffy protective Tommy Conlon x reader (female)

Word Count: 530 

Warnings: 18+, some mature content 

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It was always fun to go out dancing on a Friday night. You and Tommy loved it. He wasn't the best dancer but he always looked so sexy doing it.

As the lights flashed and the music pounded in your ears, he stood behind you his arms wrapped around the front of you as you grinded on his crotch, matching your movements with the bass line of the song.

You turned around and planted a deep kiss on his lips, your tongues even dancing with the rhythm of the music.

You pulled apart and he planted a soft kiss on your lips, then one on your cheek.

"I'm gonna go to the restroom real quick, I'll be right back, babe!"

You nodded and couldn't help but stare at his beautiful ass as he walked away.

Suddenly, you felt a hand on your hip. It wasn't Tommy. He had just walked away. ..

The grip tightened around you and you looked around. It was Jonathan, someone who Tommy had fought in the cage years ago. He always flirted with you but you always blew him off. This was the first time he ever got physical. Or tried to.

"Hey sweet girl, want to dance?"

You pushed off of him.

"Jonathan, please leave me alone!!"

He grabbed you again.

"Aww, just one dan--"

He was interrupted by a loud smack. Jonathan dropped to the floor. As you stepped back you turned behind you and saw Tommy!

He pulled his arm back as if to pound the life out of this man's face, but stopped himself. He'd already been in trouble before but stopped. He reached down and pulled Jonathan up by his shirt.

"If you ever, EVER even look at her, you won't see the sun rise in the morning. Understand?!"

  Jonathan sheepishly nodded. Tommy dropped Jonathan, pushing him back on the floor.

He grabbed your hand.

"Come on babe, let's get out of here," he whispered. The two of you hurried out of the club.

You wrapped around the corner when Tommy pulled you around and planted a kiss on you. He pulled away and stroked your face, pushing the hair out of your eyes. He grabbed your face with both of his hands.

"Oh my God, are you OK, baby?" he asked, his voice quivering a bit with worry.

"I am...I am, it's OK. babe, I'm OK." You grabbed his wrists and pulled them down, looking in his beautiful eyes.

"I don't know how you do it? It's not fair how some of these men treat the ladies..." Tommy's voice trailed off.

"But..Tommy. You're not like the other gents. You're a real gentleman. And I love you so much," you whispered.

You grabbed his face and gave him a deep, passionate kiss, grabbing the back of his head and pulling him closer to you. You could feel him softly groaning back in your mouth.

You pulled away before it got too hot in public.

"Come on." Tommy smiled, pulling you in for a tight hug. He moved his head to the side of your neck and whispered in your ear. "Let's go home so I can show you how *real* of a gentleman I can be"