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[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.

[collecting-stories]

Christmas | Tommy Riordan

So excited that you'll be writing again (and that you're almost done this semester! College is tough but you're surviving!!!!)! I thought I'd throw in a request, but it's not what u normally write so I understand if u dont! Could you write a tommy riordan (Warrior) imagine where reader and him live near each other and always run into each other and reader is super funny and sarcastic, but around Christmas they don't have any family so they spend it together? Just something cute?? Love!!

Christmas | Tommy Riordan

The front door was open, just like you always told Tommy it would be. The screen was shut to keep out the cold air and Oscar, an overly friendly pitbull you’d rescued a few years back, stood guard behind it. He seemed as much used to the routine of Christmas as you were because he’d been back at the front door, pawing and whining, the moment you’d brought him in from his morning walk. Maybe it was because he could sense your excitement about the holiday. 

You didn’t have any family to celebrate with but you had Tommy, who came faithfully every year that he’d been living down the street from you. When you’d seen him exiting the gym this morning as you led Oscar home you’d told him not to forget dinner and he’d promised not to. And now, as Tommy came up the front walk, a tragically wrapped present beneath his arm, Oscar jumped excitedly.  

“What is it buddy?” You asked, coming to the door. You wiped your hands on your apron before grabbing Oscar’s collar and opening the door for Tommy. “Merry Christmas.” 

“You too, uh, I’ll put this under the tree then?” He asked, holding the gift up. 

“I thought we said no presents?” You closed the door and let Oscar go, watching as he ran around Tommy and nuzzled into his legs. 

“Yeah but we say that every year and you always get me something anyway,” he replied, glancing to the small Christmas tree that sat on a table in your living room, “I assume that’s for me?” He gestured to the gift bag sitting in front of the tree.  

“Oh alright, I couldn’t resist.” You replied, “what’s Christmas without presents?”  

Tommy placed his gift down beside yours and then turned his attention to Oscar, kneeling down on the old carpet to play with your dog while you disappeared back into the kitchen to finish dinner.  

Dinner was never traditional and never eaten at the table. Instead you broke out two tv dinner tables that you usually kept folded behind the couch. This Christmas, just like last, you had made a sheet pan of nachos with cheese and chili and sour cream on top. It was, as you dubbed it, your specialty, and Tommy never complained about eating it. In fact, as you came back into the living room, oven-mitt covered hands holding the warm sheet pan, Tommy was already setting up the tables for you.  

“Thanks, I always forget to put them up.” You laughed. 

“I know,” Tommy replied, “I always do it.”  

You put the pan down and took your oven-mitts off, placing them strategically over the pan so neither of you would burn yourselves. It had happened two years ago and you had spent Christmas in the ER with Tommy, waiting for your burns to be treated.  

“You want a beer snarky?” You asked, heading back into the kitchen.  

“Yeah whatever you got in there.” He called.  

Once you were both settled into the couch, beers and nachos ready, you turned on the Christmas movie channel, subjecting Tommy to a marathon of horrible Christmas themed rom-coms. He rarely complained and you weren’t sure if he was just being nice or if he didn’t want to overstep his welcome. Though you would’ve watched whatever he wanted to. Oscar jumped up on the couch, stretching himself across the two of you with his head in Tommy’s lap.  

Most Christmas’ were like this. Quiet, with only the sound of the TV as you both ate and watched movies. Nothing ever progressed any further than this. Sometimes you couldn’t help wondering if it would. If one day there would be more shared than just companionship and nachos. But you never quite had the nerve to say or do anything that might change the relationship between the two of you. Too afraid that you could risk the good parts of this for something that might go south.  

“Are we opening presents together this year?” You asked, recalling that he’d left last year before you could properly exchange.  

“Yeah, know you were pissed last year.”  

“I wasn’t pissed.” 

“Alright.” 

“I wasn’t!” You laughed, shoving him with your elbow. 

“I said alright!”  

“It was Oscar that was pissed.” You replied, putting holding a nacho out to the dog and letting him lick the cheese from it.  

“Yeah, you were pissed huh?” Tommy laughed, leaning down and holding Oscar’s face between his hands and placing a kiss on his head.  

“He really was.”  

As things settled down again you turned your attention back to the movie on the TV. Christmas would end soon, as much as you didn’t want it to. Tommy would open his present, help you clean up from dinner, and then tell you that he had to be up early for work or training and leave the house. Just as quickly as Christmas had rolled around it would be over and you would be alone with Oscar again. And regardless of Oscar being the best companion you could ask for it just wasn’t the same as having Tommy around. And sure, Tommy came around without the holiday as a precourser but there was something different about Christmas night. Being together like this. Even though it always happened this way you felt yourself dreading the thought that next year things would be different.  

“We’re gonna do Christmas next year right?”  

“That’s a while away don’t you think?” Tommy laughed, looking away from the trashy Christmas romance to meet your eyes.  

“I don’t know.” You shrugged, wary to voice the extent of your concern. 

Tommy leaned over, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and bother Oscar as he pulled you close to him, “hey, no matter what I’m doing Christmas is always yours.” 

“Good to know.” 

Happy after-Christmas

[writinandwanderin]

Tough Read

Tommy Conlon (Warrior) x Female Reader

Word Count: 1528

Reader meets Paddy at the VA and she becomes a staple in the house.

Warnings: Nothing really just some light makin out.  Let me know if y’all think there should be a part 2 bc I could def write one

No one is supposed to fall in love with the guy like Tommy Conlon. He’s the type of guy that you fuck, and then you leave, or he leaves you, whichever comes first.  No one thought Tommy would be the guy I would end up with.  Little virgin me when I met him, a fucking virgin at 24 if you can believe that.  I met Tommy through Paddy, who I was helping out. Paddy needed a friend and I had free evenings.  I really like Paddy, he’s a sweet guy, trying to make up for the mistakes in his past. He had just started training Tommy when I showed up.  I showed up one day to bring Paddy some dinner, and was greeted by the angriest man I’d ever seen.  This, of course, was Tommy, and he greeted me in, what I came to find out, was the most Tommy way possible.

“Whatever the fuck you’re selling we’re not interested.”

“Uh, I’m not selling anything, is, uh, Paddy here?”

“Who wants to know?”

“Um, my name’s Y/N, I came to bring Paddy dinner.”

Paddy appeared then, looking apologetic,

“Took my problems to the VA, Tommy, just like you said.”

Tommy looks me up and down, and then stalks off into the house.  As I became more and more of a staple in the house and Paddy’s life, Tommy and I ended up interacting more.  He and I got along decently well, and when he made it into the tournament in Miami, Paddy asked me to be his “manager.”  Apparently, Paddy was the trainer, and I was the manager.  I don’t know how common it is to be half in love with your client, but we made it work.  I would do the talking, and Paddy would answer questions about training, regime, diet, weight class, and the rest.  Tommy wouldn’t say anything, just look angry and surly, which I said was perfect for him.  He scowled to hide his smile.

It was at the press open house where Tommy first saw Brendan.  He was sitting next to me, looking sulky, while Paddy talked to a couple of reporters.  I felt Tommy tense, coiled like a spring, and when I look up I can see Brendan.  I only knew him from photos in Paddy’s house, neither of them ever talked about him. It’s disconcerting how normal he looks. He really does just look like a dad, a high school teacher.  He’s looking at Tommy, and Tommy immediately gets up.  I touch his shoulder, but he’s already leaving.  I tell Paddy we’ll be back, and rush out after him.

“Tommy-“

“Let go.”

“Listen, you can’t just walk out like-“

“I can do whatever the fuck I want.”

“Tommy, you have to do this thing right.  The money is one thing, but when you win this, you’ll be a big name, and at least sitting and sulking in front of the cameras is necessary.  Me and Paddy will do all the talking, you don’t have to say anything.  Just come back inside.”

I hate pleading with him, it makes me feel weak, but it’s not like I can do anything else.  It would just make him angrier and the cameras would eat it up.  Tommy stares at me, hard, like he’s trying to catch me lying, and then says,

“I’m not talking to him.”

“You don’t have to.  You don’t have to talk to anyone.”

He stares at me for another minute, and then goes back inside. Brendan is still looking, and I touch Tommy’s bicep to let him know I’m not going anywhere.

I pretty much end up sleeping at Tommy and Paddy’s shared hotel room. Tommy is still tense, and snaps at everybody.  I had to talk Paddy of a ledge for 45 minutes after Tommy said something to him at the casino, and Paddy ended up crying and I tucked him into bed myself, pouring all the mini liquor bottles down the drain for good measure.  Tommy walks in at 3am, and he throws me an angry look before walking to his room.  I follow without hesitation.  He just acts like I’m not there, and begins stripping to get into the shower.  Fuck.

“Tommy,” I say, as he strips off his shirt and pants, standing only in his boxers before me, “I don’t know what you said to Paddy and I don’t need to know, but whatever you said really hurt him.  I know you won’t apologize and I get that it was partially because of the fight, but he has to be present at these fights to train you, you know that right?”

“I don’t fuckin care what he thinks,” Tommy spits, his gaze burning through me.

“Jesus, Tommy, just treat him with some respect,” I snap.

“He doesn’t deserve it.  He’s told you his little sob story, but you don’t know the half of it.  Yeah, I’ll stay focused, don’t you worry about me.”

He stalks off, and I know there’s nothing I can do.  So, I just pass out on the couch, and try to pretend I imagined somebody pushing the hair out of my face an hour later.

Each fight was the same, Tommy left the room, came back five minutes later and immediately wrapped himself in my arms.  I held him, touched his hair, his shoulders, whispered about anything other than the fights.  He comes back shaking with anger after the fight against Mad-Dog, and presses his forehead into my shoulder.  I don’t pretend to know where this intimacy his coming from, but I just accept it.  We both ignore it in the hotel room, I sit want watch TV with Paddy while Tommy skulks in his room.

The news comes during the night.  Someone had tape of Tommy saving those soldiers, and the next thing I knew MPs were knocking on the door, not looking for Tommy Riordan, but for Tommy Conlon.  Paddy and I spend the whole day convincing them not to take Tommy until after the final. Tommy’s no help, of course, he just keeps staring at the screen, where Manny’s wife’s interview is played over and over.  He doesn’t look away even when I turn it off.

Eventually the MPs agree they’ll take him after the fight.  The press and the crowd are eating up this turn of events, but Tommy and I don’t talk about it.  We don’t really say anything.  The MPs stand watch in the room, Paddy has disappeared, and I’m just sitting, watching Tommy, waiting.  

They come and get Tommy for the final.  He looks at me, wanting something I couldn’t see.  

“You’ll be fine,” I say, smoothing the hoodie he’s wearing.  He doesn’t say anything.

That’s the fight I watch, and Tommy is so broken by the end of it I can hardly breathe.  When he and Brendan walk out, supporting each other, I sprint so I can meet them in the hall. They make it all the way to the parking lot before I get to them, and I go up to Tommy, touching him, and he collapses on me, crying in earnest, telling me he’s sorry.

“Tommy, there’s nothing to be sorry for, nothing.”

“I lost-“

“It’s okay, Tommy, you’re fine, that’s all that matters.”

Brendan looks at me, and helps me take Tommy to the medical area.  They clear them both, taping Tommy’s cracked rib and giving him something for pain, which I slip in my pocket.  I take him to the room they had laid out for the finalists. The MPs are still there, but I refuse to let them take him in state.  I end up saying that they can arrest me if he’s gone by morning, and I half drag him to the hotel.  Brendan trails behind, looking after us.  I clean Tommy’s wounds with a damp cloth at the hotel room, kneeling in between his legs on the bed.  He looks down at me and says,

“I just couldn’t.  I couldn’t. His fucking kids needed it and I couldn’t.”

“It’s okay Tommy.  There’ll be other fights.  You’ve done so much for Manny’s family, she’ll understand.”

“I hate that he’s still my brother.  He abandoned me and my mom and I still couldn’t do it.”

“You still love him, and that’s okay.”

Tommy leans his forehead against my shoulder again, and I let him rest there, cleaning the bruised and bloodied knuckles on his hand.  His other hand, already bandaged, reaches and buries itself in my hair.  I tell myself I won’t let him kiss me, not that he would want to, because it’s just after the fight and I’d be looking to get my heart broken, but when he does press his mouth to mine, and don’t say anything, just let him explore my mouth as he pulls me onto his lap.  After a while, he starts plucking at my shirt, but I pull back,

“Not tonight, Tommy.  Not with the rib and the pain meds.”

A ghost of a smile flits across Tommy’s face.

“They taped it, unless you plan on getting rough.”

“If this offer still stands when we get back to Pittsburgh, I just might.”

[iamcalmdammit]

[ fandom: Warrior (2011) ]

The strip club where you worked as a waitress was full of people again, and you were glad when the night was finally over for you. You weren't a dancer yet many of the jerks were unable to keep their hands to themselves.

Once you put on your jacket and said your goodbyes to the others, you left the club through the backdoor. Outside someone, based on the shape of them most probably a man, was standing in the shadows with his back against the wall.

When he noticed it was you who came out, he stepped out of the shadows and walked over to you. With all the creeps who showed up at the club each night, finding someone out there wasn’t exactly a good thing, especially when they were walking in your direction.

At first you thought about quickly going back inside, but once you saw the man’s face, you calmed down. “Damn it, Tommy, you scared the hell out of me.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to do that,” he said with a small, awkward smile. “Do you have any plans for tonight?”

As you took a closer look at him, you noticed how tired he looked, and you were sure he wasn’t entirely sober either. “Let me guess: you can’t sleep,” you noted as you put your hand on his cheek.

“Nightmares. Again,” he replied while he leaned against your hand. You didn't do much but he already looked a bit calmer which made you smile.

“Come on, let’s go then,” you told him as your hand fell down to take his, gently dragging him toward your car.

During the car ride to your home Tommy was staring out the window, watching the street in silence. You knew he probably had a lot on his mind and forcing him to talk would've been pointless. In the nonexistent night traffic you got home in a matter of minutes and the pair of you walked up to your apartment hand in hand.

Whenever Tommy ended up in this state of mind, physical contact always seemed to help. It had worked back in your high school days and it worked just as well today. He only let go when you reached the bedroom and the two of you immediately fell on the bed.

He pulled you closer, his arm wrapped around your waist as he buried his nose in your hair. "Thanks for letting me stay," he suddenly mumbled against the back of your head.

"You know I can't say no to you," you replied with a short laugh, putting your hand on his.

Tommy remained silent for a while and you thought for a moment that he fell asleep. But then he cleared his throat and asked, "How long have we been doing this?"

"Since we were like fifteen?" you asked before letting out a sigh. "Although things got significantly worse since you came back."

"I'm fine."

"That's a lie," you stated as you somehow managed to get out of his grip and turn around to face him. "I have a feeling you might have PTSD. I mean, you're drinking, you have nightmares and–"

Tommy groaned before running a hand through his hair. "Y/N, I'm fine. I can handle this," he tried to convince you.

"If you could handle this, you wouldn't be here," you pointed out.

"I can leave if you don't want me here."

You quickly reached out to stop him from getting out of bed. "Tommy, don't do this, you know that's not what I meant. The last time you acted like this ended with you and your mom leaving. How can this end now? What will happen?"

“I don’t know,” he admitted, but the silence that followed his words was heavy enough to foreshadow something bad. “But if they find me, they’ll take me into custody for deserting the military.”

You sat up in bed upon hearing this. “Wait, what? You’re a deserter?”

He let out a long sigh and nodded. “I’m using my mom’s maiden name to stay under the radar,” he explained as he sat up as well and reached out to take your hand. “I couldn’t stay there after what happened.”

“If what happened affected you this much, you should go to therapy,” you told him as you moved a little closer to him.

“No, no, I don’t need that, I don’t want to talk about it over and over again,” he said then reached out to cup your face with his hands. “You’re the only kind of therapy I need. Back in high school you helped me through a rough time, I’m sure it will work now too.”

[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?"

[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.

[charliehoennam]

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Charlie Hunnam: Jackson Teller, Arthur Pendragon, Raymond Smith, Percy Fawcett, Henri "Papillon" Charrière, William “Ironhead” Miller, Bob Frey Jr., Kai, Stanley Kaminski

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B O Y D H O L B R O O K

Amos Jenkins - little distractions series: part one / two

Doug Cleary - better luck next time

Peter Kristo - alrighty aphrodite

Quinn Mckenna - welcome home, captain * - quarantine pick-me-ups and eat-me-outs *

Steve Murphy - when the levee breaks*

William "Cap" Hatfield - untitled * 

C H A R L I E H U N N A M

Arthur Pendragon - untitled

Jackson Teller - patch-ups at 2 - untitled * - black-leathered prince

Raymond Smith - in sickness and in health - please and thank you *

William "Ironhead" Miller - drowned - the getaway - aftermath - birthday bliss * - forever home - feral love *

J A K E G Y L L E N H A A L

Anthony Clarie/Adam Bell - karma's kiss - one / two

Anthony Swofford series - 1: the set up / 2: the letter* / 3: the road trip*

Billy Hope - fists of fury

Brian Taylor - rainy day in

Danny Sharp - danny, the devil *(dark themes)

David Loki - sfw alphabet - forgiven - the dinner party * - dinner date - cat-n-mouse - beyond the badge series: one / two / three / four / five * - just need you * - to the moon - (his) birthday girl

Elwood Dalton - hero's homestead

Louis Bloom angel series (dark themes)*: one / two / three

John Kinley - untitled - take it all * - home again *

Quentin Beck - the conception *(dark themes)

Rusty Sabich - belong to no one else * - primetime *

Tommy Cahill - love in disguise * - from cramps to comfort

J O N B E R N T H A L

Frank Castle - old flame  - untitled * - vindicated *

Shane Walsh - saving shane * - untitled * 

P E D R O P A S C A L

Javier Pena - heat wave *

T O M H A R D Y

Alfie Solomons - my kitchen, my rules - faults of the father - gentle giant - in the dark series: prelude(ish) / part one / two  - untitled - first time for everything - sweet stranger series: part one / two

James Delaney - velvet dreams *

Reggie Kray - midnight lovers *

Tommy Conlon - surprise, surprise - quiet now - 2 o'clock stubble

V I K I N G S

Bjorn Ragnarsson - bjorn’s new wife *

Hvitserk Ragnarsson - to the rescue(s) - the funeral series: part one / two *

Ivar Ragnarsson - romantically series: part one / two * - playing dead

Ragnar Lothbrok - freed series : part one / two

Sigurd Ragnarsson - in solitude *

Ubbe Ragnarsson - poor little omega * (A/B/O) - learn to listen

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 698

Gif NOT mine. (Found on Pinterest.)

If this gif is yours please let me know, so I can give you credit.

Gif credit goes to - Unknown.

Year posted - 2020

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"Tuff day?" A familiar voice mused from behind Tommy, as he sat hunched over on the barstool at the diners counter. "(Y/n)?" Tommy stared wide eyed at the woman before him, have turned to face her. "Well I sure ain't the Queen of England." She teased with a grin, her words making Tommy roll his eyes playfully. "Still a smartass I see." He retorted before standing to give her a friendly hug. "Something's never change." (Y/n) murmured into his shoulder, his familiar smell drowning her scenes, the pair reluctantly pulling away a moment later. "How have you been?" Tommy asked as she took a seat beside him. "Good, you?" She asked. "I've been better." He sighed under his breath. A few minutes of awkward silence went by before Tommy spoke up again. "You look good, really good." He spoke softly, making butterfly's flutter in (Y/n)'s stomach. "You look really good too." She smiled softly at him. "I'm sorry I didn't come and see you when I got into town." Tommy added, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. "I didn't expect you to." (Y/n) shrugged. "What do you mean?" He asked feeling a little hurt by her confession. "Tommy I know you... You probably think I'm living the dream eh? Big house, loving husband, kids... I know you'd never show up on my doorstep, because you'd never want to interrupt my life." She was right, but Tommy wasn't gonna admit that verbally. "So do you?" He asked after a moment or two, referring to the dream he invisioned her to be living. "No... Can't seem to stay in a relationship these days." She chuckled dryly. "Whys that?" Tommy asked. "Cause none of them are you." (Y/n) answered truthfully, still in love with her highschool sweetheart. Her confession silenced Tommy for a few minutes, yet again. "I'm sorry I left." He finally spoke up, his stomach twisting in knots with guilt, also still in love with her. "I know why you left, and I understand. I always understood, but I can't say it didn't hurt losing you." (Y/n) smiled softly, when Tommy grasped her hand. "I wish I didn't have to leave you all those years ago." He confessed. "Well you're here now." She muttered quietly, gasping in surprise when Tommy kissed her passionately without warning. "I'm never leaving you again." He promised softly against her lips, the spark between them as strong as ever. "I love you Tommy." (Y/n) cooed her heart practically melting with love. "I love you too (Y/n)." He smiled while tucking a stray hair behind her ear, resting his forehead against hers.

[iamkatehardy]

Imagine soothing Tommy after a fight.

Based on suggestions made by @chellestrash​ and @trina44sb​ ❤ Thank you, babes! I’ll make it up to you in my Tommy’s multichapter!❤❤

Warnings: smutish?

(This is too short to tag people, I guess, so I didn’t bother y’all 😶🙈)

Tournaments were always nerve-racking for Tommy; the closer he was to win, the worse it actually got. Fight after fight, it became just as psychological as it was physical, with fighters trying to demoralize their opponent in all sorts of ways. Although you hated seeing Tom fighting, for fear that he would get hurt, you knew his sensitive character and feelings well enough to know he needed your unwavering support and love more than ever, so you agreed to accompany him to the tournament.

After another distressing fight, you returned to the hotel. Tommy was in a terrible state; he was exhausted, his face was bruised, cut and swollen. He sat on the edge of the bed, stretching his muscles and bones, while you retrieved the first-aid kit from the bathroom and brought it to the bedroom. Although he refused help at first, not wanting to show any weakness, you kneeled in front him and started cleaning his wounds anyway. The pain from touching the wounds startled him and he winced a bit when applied the medicine; before bandaging him, you soothingly blowing on wounds, so they wouldn’t sting as bad.

“You’re doing great, but you need to relax a little, Tommy”

“I don’t know if I can.” – Exhaling loudly, he buried his face on his palms.

“Hey, look at me.” - You got up and sat by his side, gently kissing his shoulder, then his neck and finally his lips, when he uncovered his face. – “You’re my warrior.” – You reached for his hand and threaded your fingers through his, reassuringly.

A small smile formed on his lips and he squeezed your hand gently, before he brought it to his lips and kissed each of your knuckles in turn.

“What do you say we use the jacuzzi in the balcony? The hot water will help the soreness and you can even get a massage, in exchange for some kisses…” - Gently nuzzling your nose against his cheek, you chuckled.

He looked out at the setting sun for a minute; it was as beautiful as ever, definitely the perfect scenario to have a romantic moment with you.

“Now that's an offer I can't refuse…” – Tommy made up his mind and picked you up, walking you to the balcony and kissing you all along the way.

Tommy undressed himself and slipped into the hot Jacuzzi, closing his eyes and taking a deep, relaxing breath. When he opened his beautiful eyes again, they sparkled in the sun, like precious stones; they were sparkling even more when you moved closer, slowly undressing yourself for him and revealing the lacy lingerie set he had offered you on Christmas. When you slipped into the water, Tommy immediately reached for you, claiming your lips in a demanding kiss.

“Come here, baby.” – Leaning against the wall of the Jacuzzi, you made space for him between your legs and he sat there, encircled by your thighs.

You started massaging his shoulders slowly, working his tight muscles lovingly; your hands were gentle and each touch was heavenly soothing. Kneading his back and shoulders, you found the sore spots and gently softened them. After a while, your lips were helping to relief the tension around his neck and shoulders as well and you could feel the squeeze of his hand on your thigh in response. Nibbling his earlobe softly, you ran your hands up and down his chest.

There’s only so much a man can take. Tommy shifted position, leaning against the Jacuzzi wall and pulling you onto his lap, making you straddle him. His fingertips ran along the lace of your underwear, his eyes hungrily scanning every inch of your skin

“You know, as much as I love that lingerie, I’d love you to take it off.” – Playing with the waistband of your panties, he trailed hot kisses up your throat to your ear, growling lowly.

“As much I’d love to do that, I’d prefer you to.” – Closing your eyes, you drew his lower lip between your teeth, guiding his hands to your breasts.

“Who am I to refuse my Queen’s demand?” -  He muttered into your lips, pulling your body against his, so that you could feel his raging erection.

Delicately tracing the lace with his fingers, he undressed you with agonizing slowness, kissing every bit of skin revealed with satin softness. Before long, his face was buried between your breasts and his hand buried between your thighs.

“Oh, Tommy…” – Moaning into his hair, you grinded your hips against his with need.

After getting rid of his own underwear even more quickly than he had stripped yours, he finally guided his engorged cock inside you, making you gasp in delight at the sensation. Tommy gently grabbed your hair, kissing you hard and long.  His thrusts were slow, deep, intense, each one of them deliciously merging your bodies. Moaning his name lowly, you met his thrusts with yours, urging him to love you harder; when he did, your back arched with pleasure and your fingernails dug a little deeper into his shoulders.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” – His lips tenderly explored your breasts, drugging you with soft kisses and bites.

Despite loving the way his warm tongue teased your nipples, you lifted his chin to face you, to see the blissful expression in your face as he stroked your insides powerfully. The sight made him pound harder into your melting sheath, causing you to shiver with need.

“Harder, love.” - A delicious ecstasy started building inside you, so unbelievably good you longed for more.

No longer thinking of anything but the need to feel you fully, Tommy complied, increasing the pace of his movements inside you. He could feel his cock throbbing like mad, as your inner walls embraced his length even tighter than before. Your hand slid down his chest to his stomach, feeling every ripped muscle beneath your fingertips, as you laid your head back in total surrender. Before long, you could feel him pushing deep within you, the warmth of his seed flooding your womb as your walls exploded around his cock, trying to swallow it whole.

“God, I love you.”

“Not more than I do.”

With your forehead resting on his, you breathed against each other’s lips, caressing each other’s faces with your warm fingertips. The slow kisses that followed made Tommy weak to his knees, but they sure as hell were responsible for giving him the strength to face the whole world as well; you did, your love did.

[alitheamateur]

Rumor

A Tommy Conlon One-Shot

Tommy Conlon and Y/N have been attached at the hip since the beginning. Best friends for life, you’d say. Every other member of your lifelong groups of friends saw right through the way you two tended to, and doted on the other, and the rest of the town whispered about the closeness of your so-called “friendship.” They were all crazy with the buzzing gossip, or were they?

Warnings: Language. Fluffity-fluff.

Tommy ushered you through the slightly battered, creaky door of your favorite slimy, local tavern. Once weekly, your impenetrable circle of friends would gather for drinks, no matter how unmanageable your adult schedules may become. The 7 of you had been attached at the hip since high school, vowing to always have time for one another, and never let the woes of work, family or life interrupt.

This week’s decided night was Friday, much to your satisfaction. They all loved giving you the most grief over acting as the so-called ‘mom’ of the group. Always being the cautious one, the responsible one, and the one who painfully hated staying out past 9 on a weeknight. Truthfully, you’d stay home if it wasn’t for Tommy. You loved your friends, the family-knit bond of your group one you held in the deepest of regards. But, sometimes the quiet of your apartment, and a bottle of wine tickled your fancy more than the poignant booming of a crowded bar.

You were about to head directly towards the bar, getting a heads-up on the drinks would be your fastest escape route to get back into your pajamas with that book you had started on your lunch break. As the rest of the friends broke off to a high-top nearest the pool table, Tommy’s hand fell to your back, his finger hooking around the loop of your jeans.

“I’ll get it, Y/N. You go sit, I know you’re tired from work today. The usual?”

Of course, the man knew what your predictable beverage of choice was, and he could always see the look of distant exhaustion behind your eyes if he searched them long enough.

“Same ol’, same ol’ for me, Conlon. Thank you.”

“Comin’ right up. Go take a seat, okay?”

He bent low to kiss you on the cheek, the hair falling into your face clung to his mesmeric lips, not wanting to let go. You didn’t blame them. You love the way his defining smell mixed when it hit your own. The candy sweetness somehow swirled into the perfect mishmash with his mysterious musk. Over his shoulder as he kissed just below your eye and swept your away from your face, Candace, your best friend in the world other than Tommy, was smiling with noticeable sarcasm.

Tommy sauntered towards the blonde tending bar, and you weaved your way to your chattering friends settling into an informal conversation. Of course, the empty seat was next to Candace and her prying, pushy, insinuating mouth.

“What’s with the smile, nosey?” You climbed into the stool, your wispy tank top shifting a bit low around the neckline.

“Oh, nothing at all. Don’t mind me. I’m just watching this re-run where two of my closest friends’ touch, and smile, and silently pine away for each other for the whole damn world to see. Other than themselves, of course.”

You elbowed her, catching the blunt of your nudge into her ribs under the table. No one else in attendance appeared to be registering much into your talk with Candace as they placed bets on a few rounds of pool. Not that the topic of you and Tommy wasn’t one of weekly reoccurrence. They all had their opinions, annoyingly all drawing the same conclusion that you and Tommy Conlon should just make-out and get it over with.

Not that you were against their plan of action. Truthfully, they were all entirely correct. Each and every one of them. But, there was no way you would ever, ever risk the dependable, comfortable bond you and Tommy shared. Things in life were always the opposite of easy for the pair of you, and the hardships only sewed you closer together. Tommy clearly only thought of you as his closest of friends. You were a comfort to him, as he was to you. A strong-tower on a shitty day, and a warm body to keep you company on the couch for The Office binge watch parties.

Before you could ultimately tear into Candace yet again, only managing to toss her a snide eyeroll, Tommy’s hand fell to your shoulder, the other serving your chilled beer.

“A beer for my best lady,” he snarled into your neck, the draft beer on his breath finding its way to your nostrils as the vibrations from his words excited your flesh.

Tommy took off his jacket, draping it messily over the back of your stool, and dragged over to a couple of the guys shooting a competitive game of pool.

Tommy could wash dishes wearing the most ruffled pink apron covered in fuzzy bunnies, and make it seem like tantalizing sex. But, something about watching him throw around a cue stick, his back stretching under his shirt as he leaned to knock in a game winning shot, made your insides squirm in the most welcomed of ways. For you, there was being turned on, and there was being turned on by Tommy Conlon.  

Over the passing hours, he had checked in on the fullness of you drinks, escorted you and Candance towards the restroom because there was a crowd of unfamiliar out-of-towners in attendance that he didn’t trust, and simply just tended to you. As he always, always did.

Your beer count was adding up, and ultimately, you began to feel boneless towards the end of the night. Last call was fast approaching, and in tradition, the band of the night played it’s last three songs of their setlist, all slow numbers for those love connections who weren’t quite ready to leave hand in hand, but weren’t exactly ready to part ways, either.

One tune had passed, and the members of your posse found their way onto the sticky dancefloor, peanut shells cracking under all the swaying, unsteady feet.

“Dance? For old times sake. We owe it to the disaster that was fucking junior prom.” Tommy settled his empty mug on your table, his white t-shirt slightest bit damp from the sweat pooling around his neck.

“Hopefully, you’ve learned to avoid my toes by now, Conlon. Or else.” You threatened, using his offering hand to steady your feet onto the floor.

Being the clumsy queen you were, you stumbled a bit, Jell-O legs faltering beneath you, the alcohol clearly not improving your coordination. Tommy’s quick, fighter reflexes jumped to your rescue, his thick forearms caging your waist. The lethal concoction of his breaths falling into the slit of your exposed cleavage, and his furry eyelashes batting around liquor-heavy lids made even your hair sensitive to his closeness.

“Easy there, lightweight. I got ya’.” Tommy half-grinned, standing you up straight, but using his sturdy body to prop you against as he escorted you to the floor of dancing drunks.

The song seemed familiar, but either way it was hypnotizing. It reminded you of Tommy with its sleek rhythm, and raspy lyrics.

Your hands clawed and wound a knot into the back of his shirt, the bone of his broad shoulder blade crawling underneath his tan skinned as he massaged his hand over your back. His hard, rolling muscles made you begin to sweat all of your beer to the surface. You could barely register anyone in the room except for Tommy, but the pierces of eyes on the two of you in embrace kept you just aware of reality.

“Seems someone has gotten a little lighter on their feet since prom…” You toyed, resting your face on his rocky pec.

“The fighting has helped. And, the excellent partner doesn’t hurt, either.”

The beating cadence of Tommy’s heart amped into your ear as he fiddled with the tip ends of your hair.

“Y/N?”

You had gone silent briefly, a bit sleepy with drunkenness, but mostly entranced by just the feel of his dangerous, calloused fingers in your hair, however innocent the sentiment may have been.

“Sorry,” you yawned, gazing up at him. “The day, and my beers are suddenly catching up to me. Let’s finish this song before you take me home, though?”

Tommy simply pulled you back into him, continuing his spinning of circles with you in his arms. His hand once in your mane, had meandered down lower, now barely teasing under the hem of your shirt. Tommy played with the dimples in the small of your back, his palm sliding with ease due to the pearls of sweat on your bare skin.

“Everyone is lookin’ at us, ya’ know.”

“What’s new? They’re always staring at us, aren’t they?”

Tommy used one fingertip to angle your chin to his. “Whaddya’ say we give ‘em somethin’ to look at, Y/N?”

A paramedic would’ve rushed you straight to the hospital had they checked your pulse or temperature in that moment. A bomb of suspense exploded inside you as you searched Tommy’s peaceful, handsome face.

“And what might that be, exactly?”

“They’re always whispering about us, aren’t they? Which I can deal with… If its’ what you’re okay with. But, I would really like to finally give them a real reason to talk. What do you say we make all those rumors about us true, baby?”

His face was painfully close. So close you couldn’t breathe. You needed to run for air, or steal it from his warm mouth. You knew for certain which of your two options would satisfy you most.

“I thought you’d never ask, Conlon.”

Every tiny hair on your body raised in attention and anticipation, your knees threatening to crumble in opposite directions as Tommy sank to you. His nose nudged and grazed over the button tip of yours, just before his lips touched easy onto your mouth. The contact satisfied you in the most exquisite way, and you immediately recalled every kiss from your past, easily deciding they had all come up short. The union of your tongues was sensual, yet firm with eagerness. You could hear Tommy’s kitten like mewl when his lips were opened, moving around over the feverish ones on your face, and you thought it may very well have been the sound that dreams were made of.

Erotic, steamy, crude, pornographic dreams.

Both your hands fisted into Tommy’s silky hair, one palm kneading over the back of his craning neck. You wondered how long you had been molding into him, depriving your lungs of a deep breath, but you would not dare allow his kiss to leave you. Every nerve around your mouth was screaming from the heat, from the touch, from the wet silk of his tongue sucking the strawberry gloss from your mouth, and you knew that with this first embrace, Tommy’s taste would be your most merciless infatuation.

He was the first to break away, only to pepper tidier, gentler kisses across your flushed face. The intimacy of his eyelashes brushing across your cheeks and nose with his lackadaisical blinks caused you to seek immediate contact with the front of his low-slung blue jeans. The button of your light denim grinded into the zipper of his darker ones, and within the confines you felt him hard against you.

“How about when you walk me to my front door tonight, you don’t leave your car running in the driveway?” You muttered dimly and breathily into Tommy’s ear as he held you on the dance floor, the music long stopped.

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[hardyimagines]

Mr. Tommy Hero Conlon

This is really just a drabble and a small idea that turned into this!!! Enjoy! It’s short and sweet and ends with more of an ‘up to the reader’ sort of ending.

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The speaker that was meant to be loud enough to fill the entire building seemed like a mere whisper in comparison to the booming shouts that flooded the room. Overlapping voices cheering, booing, and rooting could be heard from every corner of the arena. Men and women of all ages were seated in the stands, knees bent and fists in the air. Some people clutched hand-made banners in their fists, eagerly waving their signs so that their admired fighter would see it. The room was loud and it smelt like an overpowering amount of sweat, musk, and cologne.

This wasn’t your typical scene, but it had been where Jason, the guy you’d just recently started dating, had wanted to go for your second date. The tips of your fingers brushed along the loose strings that dangled from your ripped jeans. You watched with boredom as the men in the center threw their fists at one another. The one with light hair was completely destroying the bald guy he had pinned against the floor. His fists mercilessly rammed into the guy’s face, bruising and bloodying his skin with each hit. You pushed your hand into the red bag of popcorn, gripping a few of the stale pieces. Stale popcorn was better than no popcorn, that was what your date had said. You weren’t a complainer, nor did you want the food to go to waste, so you ate without a verbal disapproval. Tonguing a loose kernel that was wedged between two of your teeth, you adjusted the tee shirt you wore before directing your gaze toward the floor. It kept clinging to the bottoms of your yellow sneakers, gripping you in an impossibly tight manner. Your eyes lifted to Jason when he began to shout, booing toward the stage when Koba’s opponent stepped into the ring.

Koba was the sole reason that you had been dragged to this event in the first place. He was ‘legendary’, ‘unbeatable’, ‘a beast’, ‘one of the best fighter’s to ever live’. The bald man was large, maybe 6’0 with arms the size of boulders. His build was large and meaty, fists clenched tightly at his sides as he stood on one end of the gate. On the other end, a brunette resided. He had tattoos that coated majority of his upper arms and parts of his chest. His lips were pulled back in a manner that made his teeth bare. The black mouthguard he had stuffed past his plump lips was protection enough against any punches that managed to find their way to his face. ‘Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy!’ That was what you heard from the surrounding audience. They rooted for the new guy, the mystery guy, the one that nobody knew anything about. You watched him closely, ignoring the way that Jason booed him. He’d already knocked two men out, you wouldn’t be surprised if the ‘unbeatable’ Koba was next. He adjusted the black shorts that embraced his hips and when the referee in the center demanded to know if each of the ‘gentle’men were ready to fight, they closed in on each other. Tommy swung left and right, no care in the world for what he hit so long as it was a body part belonging to Koba. Koba looked like he was struggling. Though he was bigger in size, he clearly wasn’t smarter in skill or stronger. His body was thrown to the floor within seconds and Tommy scrambled on top of him with no warning. Left, left, left, right, right. Koba’s cheeks were swollen and purple beneath the punches he had no choice but to endure. It was only when he tapped out, almost unconsciously, that the ref lunges forward and pulled Tommy off of him.

You smiled to yourself as a gleeful and enjoyable feeling spread through your body. Koba was the sterotypical winner. Tommy was the shocking, nobody expected it winner. You didn’t know him and you didn’t know why your stomach swelled happily at the heavy sigh Jason let free.

“I guess Koba isn’t the best.” You muttered before snatching a few more pieces of popcorn. Pushing them past your lips, you kept your eyes fixated on the winner as he threw the gate open and made his way almost angrily out of the cage. Jason placed his hand on your arm and pushed you with a surprising amount of strength. The popcorn in your lap fell along with you. Toppling out of your chair and directly into the walkway, all of the surrounding cameras and staff members stumbled not to step on you and Tommy managed to stop just in time. He shuffled his weight for only a moment before looking quickly to the side to see who’d targeted you in such an angry manner. Jason wore an apologetic and more than surprised expression. He’d only meant to playfully push you, but his frustration at Koba’s loss had gotten the better of him.

Tommy clenched his jaw before slowly leaning over. His palm was sweaty as it curled around yours, no doubt from being suffocated by the glove of protection while he kissed Koba’s face with his knuckles over and over and over again.

“Alright?” His blunt question airily hit your ears. Droplets of sweat raced along his skin. His flesh was void of any bruising or blood. He hadn’t been hit once and he’d been in the ring three times. Jason still made no movement to try and fix the situation, he merely watched with a rather fearful gaze as the man, who’d just defeated Koba in a fight, ensured you were alright. Tommy’s features were pulled together into a stern expression. His eyes glistened with curiosity as they moved between yours. You released his hand when it twitched in your own and as you took a small step back, it became very apparent that the man wasn’t going anywhere until he was sure Jason hadn’t intentionally shoved you to the ground. As you shuffled, various pieces of popcorn were crushed beneath the sole of your shoes.

“Sit down.” Jason leaned over the empty chair and pinched the belt loop attached to your jeans. Tugging you gently toward him, you frowned in his direction before smoothly slapping his hand away.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you tonight, but you’re not going to push and pull me in whatever direction you want me to go.” Pulling your lips down into a thin line, you clenched your jaw before looking back to Tommy. “Thank you.” You whispered quietly before placing your hand on his arm. His muscles instinctively flexed beneath the warm touch, hardening more than they needed to. “And congratulations on your win.” The tips of your fingernails lazily traced his arm before you turned on your heel and walked through the crowd toward the exit. Jason rolled his eyes before looking back to the next fight.

“You’re not going after her?” Tommy inquired, watching intently as the man settled back in his seat and let you go off all on your own. His brows furrowed as Jason offered no response. Tommy nodded in understanding before leaning over. Lifting the drink that sat beside the bloke, he pinched the rim and in one swift, sudden movement, he dumped the ice and soda on Jason’s head before moving away from him with a sly, almost invisible, grin.

Jason obviously wasn’t going to try and fight the man who’d just defeated Koba. No, he was going to sit and fume silently. His hands lifted to his face, wiping the soda out of his eyes before he huffed loudly and stood. Brushing his hands off on his jeans, he let out a guttural noise of disapproval before setting off in the same direction that you’d gone in. He wasn’t following because of Tommy’s words or actions, he was following because he was pissed and figured he would take it out on you. After all, if you wouldn’t have made a snide remark about the man’s win, then he wouldn’t have pushed you and you wouldn’t have ended up in the floor.

Tommy made his way down the hall and into the shower area. He still had one more fight, but he wasn’t going to do it. Winning wasnt important to him. He didn’t even really want to be here. The sweaty bloke stepped into the small space of showers and cut on the handle. The steam flooded the space instantly, hot water hitting the tile. He shoved his shorts off and stepped under the water, eyes shutting.

Meanwhile, you were stood by Jason’s car, angrily yanking on the locked handle so you could get your jacket and money from his car. Of course he’d locked the thing. But in that moment, as smart of a decision as it was, you wished his idiocy had been passed over into this moment. You tugged again and again, before his sharp tone and sudden voice ceased your attempts. You looked over your shoulder toward him, stunned at his appearance. His hair was wet and glued to his head, clothing the same as it stuck to his skin. You furrowed your brows, about to inquire what happened before he spoke.

“If you break my handle, I swear to god..” He uttered before coming to a stop at your side. “Was it so hard to come inside and ask for the keys?” He was mumbling. It was almost impossible to hear him.

“Why are you wet?” You spoke softly, tone much softer now that you were alone with him in a parking lot. Your hand was still on the door handle, an evident signal that you were waiting for him to unlock the car.

“Because after your little ���I don’t know why you’re acting like this’ comment, Mr. Tommy whats-his-name decided to dump my drink on me.” You frowned lightly before looking back to the car. The silent question of why would he do that floated around in your head, but you didn’t say anything aloud. It wouldn’t be very smart to do.

“Can you open the door?” Your blunt question hit his ears. You didn’t comment on his appearance. You didn’t apologize. Everything he was expecting didn’t happen, you merely asked him to unlock the car. He narrowed his eyes, trying to resist the urge to roll them.

Tommy made his way out of the building. Leaving the arena and leaving the fight felt good. He wanted to go home, lay down, relax. He felt refreshed after his shower and now he needed to stop by some place, grab some food, and head to bed. But the sound of shouting grabbed his attention. You were easy to spot, seeing as it was only you and Jason, stood in the parking lot.

“Why should I- mh? Look at me?” He grasped your arm and you shoved him back.

“Stop touching me to get my attention!” You shouted before backing up. “Forget it. I don’t need it.” There wasn’t much money and you could live without your jacket if it was going to be this much of a hassle. Moving away from him, you gasped sharply when he grabbed your arm once more and drew you back, this time trapping you between the car and his body. You hit his chest, pushing at him forcefully. Something had stricken a nerve in him ever since Tommy had given you a sliver of attention and now, now you were seeing the real Jason.

He lifted his hand to your cheeks, an attempt to roughly grab ahold of your face and hold you in place. You jerked away from him, wiggling. But it didn’t matter because Jason was about to pull away himself seeing as the approaching man was sure to scare the shit out of him.

“You again?” Tommy’s voice filled the otherwise peaceful night air. Your eyes shot to the man. Taking advantage of jason’s distractedness, you weaved out from between him and the vehicle. Jason growled lowly before twisting around to face Tommy.

“You again?” He retorted. “Do you always run to a woman’s aid?”

“Most guy’s don’t act like a dick when others are around.” His hands slipped into the pockets of his jeans. He had a black beanie on and a gray hoodie. He seemed so calm and collected, unbothered by the fact that he was helping you out again.

“I’m not acting like a dick. Look, just mind your own business, okay?” Jason ground out before looking toward you. “Get in the car.” He unlocked the thing. You eagerly moved to the passenger door. Yanking it open, you snatched your jacket and money before backing up and away.

“I’m going home.” You informed him.

“You don’t have a way.” Jason uttered. “Get in the car.” He repeated. Home was an hour and a half drive. You’d never find a way this late.

“I’ll find a way.” You weren’t getting in the car. A man who laid his hands on you was a man you needed to avoid. Tommy licked his lips before slowly looking toward you.

“My hotel’s around the corner.” He stated bluntly. He knew you’d take it to mean ‘it’s a roof nearby. Get your own room’, but Jason took it was ‘come share my bed’ and he practically exploded. Jason moved around the car and approached Tommy with a hardened glare. You stepped between him hurriedly. Tommy would kick Jason’s ass and although you wouldn’t mind watching him do so, you thought making him jealous sounded a lot more fun. Your hand skimmed Tommy’s, a featherlight touch. You were so grateful for his helpfulness. It was appreciated, but it wasn’t his job. Tommy looked down at you slowly before moving his hand to your back and using his free hand to point toward his car.

“I’ll give you a ride if you want.” Tommy spoke up and you were quick to nod in response. Foolishness? Maybe. Far too trusting and willing, that’s how you were in that moment. But you were a big girl and you could take care of yourself.

Jason babbled and begged, his loud voice echoing throughout the parking lot as you walked with Tommy toward his car. Your eyes were glued to the pavement, pieces of gum stuck here and there, easy to avoid because of their bright colors. Your arm skimmed Tommy’s as the pair of you walked, eyes glistening.

“Thank you.” You told him quietly. “You didn’t have to do that, really.” Tommy almost smiled. He was silent though. Actions spoke louder than words and he’d done more than enough tonight.

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@livetosing21 helped me come up with the ending because I have really bad writer’s block lately and IM SO GRATEFUL FOR YOU ANGEL. ❤️

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[bubblyani]

Salt (Tommy x Reader)

Tommy Conlon One Shot

Genre: Smut

Author’s Note: I could say this can be sort of a continuation to my One Shot Killer. I had that in mind as I wrote this. Been a while since I wrote anything Tommy hehe. So...time for some Tommy feels. Enjoy!

“Turn 2...3 and pose!! That’s it..that’s the whole Choreo...Great job you guys!”

Your hands slip with the sweat as you clap furiously alongside your students after a fulfilling dance lesson on a Thursday night. You’re always the happiest when everyone finds the moves fun, and when the atmosphere gets exciting in turn.

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Waving to some students, you swung your bag over your shoulder, as you headed out. But the sight of one certain Tommy Conlon waiting outside made you slow down. Turning to your direction, he smiled back seeing you smile and mouth “Hey”. “Ooooh...Ms. Y/N’s boyfriend Is here” You closed your eyes, chuckling. Turning over to some of your students in their early 20’s huddled up in the corner.

“Hahah! Yes...it’s true. I have a boyfriend like any other person on earth. Nothing to see here” you said, shushing them away with your hand. “Nothing to see?? Ms. Y/N ...your boyfriend is Tommy Conlon..he’s basically a celebrity” one of the guys cried out, getting smacked by the girl next to him to be quiet, especially with Tommy was standing a few feet away.

“Yes ..” you replied, “He is very talented. But that’s not the reason I-“ you paused, “Ah never mind...run along now children” causing the young ones to protest in response. Mocking them with a peace sign, you turned to run up to Tommy.

It has been four weeks since you first walked into Colt Boyd’s gym and laid eyes on the man who eventually became your boyfriend a week after. Since the three weeks you’ve been together, people around town have started to notice the two of you, and occasional remarks like earlier was something you started to get used to. In your heart, you remembered very clearly why you fell for this man. Many reasons were there, true. But mainly cause of how he “killed” away a past that haunted you.

“Sorry about that” you apologized as you halted before Tommy. “Nah...” he smiled softly, “ it’s okay” ruffling your hair in assurance, “How did it go?” “Very well actually...they picked it up faster than I expected, so” you proceeded to give thumbs up in satisfaction. “How about the training?” You asked, both starting walk. Tommy merely nodded, “Ya know..the usual...”

“Of course” you nodded in return. He chuckled out the blue.

“Hey...bet ya can’t jog home”

“What? Hell Yeah i can...bu- wait! NOW?” You shouted after him as he darted off.

“Cardio..it’s good Cardio” you told yourself as you set off after him, “Tommy wait!”

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Tommy opened the door while you finally caught up to him. Panting, you rested your palms on your knees.

“Thanks for the extra cardio, babe” you said in an ironic tone.

“Anytime” he replied teasingly, letting you enter while he followed you inside.

Putting your hair up in a loose bun, you headed to your room. Walking to the kitchen, Tommy opened the fridge, removing the cap of a bottle of orange juice, gulping down a generous amount in seconds.

“Babe..is that orange juice ?” You called out from your room, “Mm-yeah” Tommy replied, wiping his mouth, reading the contents of the bottle. “Oh..save some for me..” he heard your voice get closer. As you grabbed the bottle from his hands, Tommy looked up. His eyes widened when he realized you’ve taken off your loose shirt, only to be standing in your track pants and sports bra.  Body glistened with sweat, you gulped down the juice, unaware of the gaze Tommy had on you. The way your neck moved and your chest heaved. Though he just quenched his thirst, another thirst was left unattended to.

Finishing the bottle, your lips smacked as you took it off your mouth. “Mmm...definitely buying this again next time” you muttered, licking your lips, “..wonder if we have more..” you opened the fridge, peaking to check.

Suddenly, Tommy closed the door of the fridge  with a bang. “Tommy? What-“  You were spun round to be pushed against the door. No time wasted to explained, as you felt Tommy’s pillowy lips pressed on yours. Eyes closed instantly, you kissed him back, cupping his face while his own hands rested firmly on your shoulders.

“Mmm...” you said, licking your lips as he pulled away.

“What?”

“You taste like salt” you replied, in mid concentration.

“Cause it’s sweat, silly” he teased, letting out a low chuckle.

You smiled back, fingers slowly running down his cheek. His chuckle faded the moment your light touches fed him the thirst. As if you felt his fire on your fingers, your mood changed alongside him as he bent down to reunite with your lips. This time his hands moved over to your waist, fingers digging inside your pants, roughly holding on to the skin of your waist. Your mouth opened with a whimper as Tommy’s tongue slid inside. Kisses so deep you lost balance for a while, making your head bump into the refrigerator door a few times to hold yourself up. You wanted to be lost inside  this feeling, but apparently not Tommy.

His Feathery kisses sprayed on your cheeks, surprising you as you felt him taste your own sweat in the process. The moment his lips left your jawline, you were ecstatic to look forward to the moment when he will give sensitivity a whole different meaning. And you could not keep quiet when his lips made stops behind your ears, tickling you and arousing you simultaneously. You suddenly felt the existence of your nether regions when those lips you worshiped made its way down to your collarbone, then generous or greedy enough to taste the exposed skin on your chest. With his hand moving up, a few fingers pulled down the neckline of your sports bra, kissing the exposed cleavage.

 “Tommy” you hold his head up, stopping him.The way your voice sounded, Tommy wondered whether things were going too far. Whatever that made you stop him, didn’t really matter at that point. For to his surprise, you proceeded to slip down both straps from your shoulders, which encouraged you to kiss you again.  Helping you pull them down, the sports bra ended up on your waist as the two lovers continued kissing. Pushing yourself away from the fridge, you pulled Tommy by his t-shirt as you backed away. His palms rested on your buttocks, gripping them as you found yourself against the kitchen table. Sitting on it, you felt Tommy’s hands on your hair, gently pulling out the hair tie that formed your loose bun.

You laid on the table, loose hair sprawled along with you, as you watched Tommy take off his own shirt, revealing his muscular tattooed torso. Pulling you closer by the leg, he bent down, resting his head on your chest as he continued to press his soft lips on the lines of your exposed breasts. Your fingers entangled in his sweaty hair tightly, finding a way to control your moans while he ran his tongue over your buds. His kisses turned sloppy and desperate, moving lower to your stomach, pulling the sports bra down along with your track pants. His clothed erection brushed against your knee as he fully stripped you naked on the table.

Enough of a motivation as you quickly sat up, while he pulled out his shaft, holding you as he inserted himself inside you. With your hands firmly on the table , you adjusted yourself accordingly.

Those initial thrusts were slow and careful. The moment he saw you throw your head back, the paced  increased with confidence. The table shook slightly as he kept going, but as he lowered down to kiss you hungrily, those pushes got stronger. Moaning to his mouth, your fingernails dug deep into the table. The sudden creaking noises of the wood was new, and they certainly alarmed you, for you have never heard it make that noise before.

“Wait!”

Fortunately it was Tommy who decided to stop. You slowly sat upright.

“Yeah..” you panted,” pretty sure this ain’t the best place...” sweat trickled down your temple as you spoke. Kissing it,Tommy listened to you hum in pleasure as he licked the sweat off your skin.

“The shower?” He asked in a deep tone, eager to proceed elsewhere. Chuckling, you bit your lip, nodding in agreement while wrapping your arms around him to share more salty kisses.

[collecting-stories]

Home - Tommy Riordan

I know you have lots of requests and it may be confusing so, no problem 😀 Y/N loves Tommy and when he comes back to town she tries to help him but he’s built up walls and doesn’t let anyone in. He’s aggressive towards her, he thinks she wants him to be softer just to help Brendan win the fight (she’s friends with him but it's not the case). Soon after his brother win the fight, Tommy goes see her and cries his heart out, apologizes and even gives her hope for a romantic relationship 

Home - Tommy Riordan | Warrior (2011) |

You hunched your shoulders in an attempt to warm yourself as you stood on the front stoop of the Conlon house. You hadn't been here since you were a kid but Tess had told you that Tommy was back in town and you had to see for yourself. When you and Tommy were younger you had been inseparably close friends, spending days at a time together at your house. That only lasted so long, Tommy and his mother left the Conlon household and you lost your friend. You kept yourself close to Brendan and Tess just so you could keep tabs on Tommy. 

The door opened, Paddy Conlon standing in the doorway looking older and less frightening than he used to when you were younger. You took a breath, burying your hands further into the pockets of your coat. "Mr. Conlon, is Tommy in? Brendan said he's here." 

"He is." Paddy nodded. Whether he remembered you or not Paddy didn't say, he only held the door open for you to step further into the house. The living room was startlingly warmer than the outside and you had the sudden urge to pull your jacket off. 

"Um-" you looked back at Paddy, waiting for some sort of cue. Was he going to call Tommy or were you meant to traverse through the house looking for him. 

"He's in the kitchen."  

"Right, thank you." You offered an awkward smile then excused yourself to go into the kitchen.  

If you were expecting the same childhood friend from years prior it was certainly not who you were met with. You knew that Tommy had been a marine, Brendan had told you once, but you somehow hadn't imagined him being so built. His back was to you and you realized he was doing the dishes. When you were younger sometimes you and Tommy would stand in your kitchen doing dishes together after dinner.  

"Need a hand?" You asked, shedding your jacket and heading further into the kitchen.  

Tommy looked sideways, pausing in scrubbing a plate to look at you. The part of you that still kept all those memories of you and Tommy as children ached when he just stared at you curiously, as if he couldn't figure out why you were in his kitchen.  

"What are you doing here?" He asked. He had seen you already, he was leaving the gym nearly a week before and saw you at your car, talking to Tess.  

"I heard you were in town. Brendan said you're fighting in the MMA tournament." You replied. You wanted to say too that you had seen the video of him fighting. You had watched it a dozen times at least. And you'd heard about his time in the Marines, the good parts they were talking about and the dissertation charge the army was trying to stick to him.  

"Yeah." He nodded his head and turned back to finish washing dishes.  

You moved to stand beside him at the counter, taking a dishtowel and holding a hand out for the plate he had. "Who's training you?" 

"Paddy." He replied.  

"You know Brendan is entering too? Him and Tess aren't doing well financially." You said. It was something Tess had confided in you and something you thought Tommy probably wouldn't know about. "He really needs that money." 

"Is that what this is?" He asked, flicking off the faucet and turning toward you.  

"What?" 

"You come around after years of absence so you can sell me some sob story about Brendan and fucking Tess? I entered this tournament same as he did and if it comes down to it I'll fight him same as anyone else." Tommy said.  

"I didn't mean it like that Tommy, I was just saying-" 

"You were just saying that I should roll over and be done with it cause my brother needs the money. Cause he's always done the right thing for me yeah?"  

"I'm not defending Brendan or asking you to sit this out." You laid a hand on his arm and he pulled away. "I was just telling you what I'd heard." 

"I don't need you to tell me." Tommy replied. Time had not been kind to your best friend and that showed now, in the way he snapped to the defensive immediately. "Why'd you come here?" 

"Because I missed you and you're my friend." 

"Is that right? Are we friends? You know how long it's been since we stood in this kitchen together? The last time I saw you I was walking out the door with my mom and you wouldn't even look at me when I waved to you." He said.  

You had ridden passed on your bike that afternoon, not believing Tommy from the day before when you stood in the kitchen with him and he told you he was leaving. When you saw the car packed and his mom in the driver's seat you'd sped past, tears in your eyes and unable to say goodbye.  

"I was a kid Tommy, I was mad at you!" You replied.  

"When'd you stop being mad? Just before you walked in this door? You never once tried to contact me after I left. You just buddied up with Brendan and Tess. I shoulda known you would!"  

"What's that supposed to mean?" 

"You fucking worshipped the ground he walked on. The minute I was gone you forgot about me and moved on to him." He replied.  

"That time away cracked your head Tommy." You tossed the dishtowel onto the counter and hurried out of the kitchen, tears threatening to spill again.  

You didn't dare go back to the Conlon house after the argument. Just like when you were a kid you kept your distance from Tommy, knowing that whatever anger he had towards you was still there, pent up and waiting to be released. He wouldn't listen to you try to reason with him without jumping to conclusions about you wanting him to forfeit. Even though you stayed away from him you still kept up with the tournament, watching every match that Tommy fought.  

On the night of the final match you went. You found Paddy out back smoking and asked if you could see Tommy before the fight. He led you back to the warm up room Tommy was waiting in though Tommy refused to speak to you. You told him you'd be in his corner and left it at that, heading out to find your seat. You sat exactly where you said you would, directly behind Tommy's corner of the ring. Tess stood on the other side with Brendan's trainer, cheering her husband on.  

When you had told her about the fight you had with Tommy she had told you that you shouldn't have expected more out of him. Of course he was judgmental and angry, that was how Tommy had always been and you needed to steer clear of him.  

"If I have to choose between my friendship with you and Brendan and Tommy...I'll choose Tommy every time. I should have in the beginning and that's my fault. I won't make the same mistake twice."  

It was last you'd spoken to Tess.  

You watched the match from start to finish, anxiety wracking your body with every punch that Brendan was able to land. When Tommy's shoulder dislocated you fought back tears and pushed yourself to keep watching as he fought with just one arm. It was over than and everyone could feel it, waiting with baited breath as Tommy pushed the fight as long as he could. Brendan gained the upper hand and you sat in relief as Tommy surrendered the fight to his older brother. Watching him in pain was too much for you and you were glad for the fight to be over even though you couldn't stop the ache in your chest at the thought that Tommy had lost.  

After the fight you went home. You didn't stay, knowing that trying to talk to him again would be futile. He had made it clear the first time that he wanted nothing to do with you and your persistence was only pushing him further away. It was nearing one in the morning when there was a knock on your front door. You hadn't been able to sleep and so instead were sitting on the couch watching infomercials. You got up, looking out the peep hole to see Tommy standing there, beanie in his hand, as he waited for you to open the door.  

He didn't wait long. 

"Tommy, what're you doing here?"  

He went to answer and then stopped himself, shaking his head. You pulled him inside, careful of his shoulder and shut the door behind him. Both of you sat on your couch as you waited for him to speak. You thought of offering a pot of coffee, if just to give yourself something to do, when Tommy wiped at his eyes and you realized he'd started to cry.  

"Tom," you pulled him into a hug, his head on your shoulder as he continued crying. You ran your hand up and down his back, hushing him. You could feel your skin growing wet with tears, running down your collar to the top of your camisole.  

"I thought this would fix things." He said, "I thought if I could win, if I could beat Brendan. Paddy was...he was so awful to mom and when we left I didn't want to be in that house with him anymore but I didn't want to be there either. What kind of son doesn't want to be with their mom?" 

"You were just a kid Tommy," you consoled, "you're allowed to be angry about it."  

"Brendan didn't have to do any of that, he got to stay here with Tess and everything worked out for him. I tried to get away from it, joining the marines. I thought I could get away from here and from mom and start over but...I just wanted one good thing."  

You nodded in understanding and placed a kiss on his head.  

"If I had stayed...if I hadn't left that could've been us, getting married and having kids."  

"But your mom needed you Tommy. You're not a selfish person, you would never leave anyone like that." You replied. "You're too good a person." 

"Look where that's gotten me." 

"Hey," you nudged him up so you could look at him, face red and eyes still watery. "I should've stuck by you, I was being a stupid kid but I'd never leave you like that again. You don't have to face all this on your own."  

"I told Paddy I'm gonna stick around." Tommy said, "if it's alright with you, I'd like a second chance." 

"I should be the one asking you for a second chance."  

He leaned forward, kissing your forehead and you felt the same butterflies in your stomach that used to erupt when you were kids. The mere thought of him used to have you fluttering in the best way. You knew he was right, if he had stayed like Brendan had you and him would be married right now, maybe with kids of your own, and you couldn't deny that you'd thought of that more than once before. But he was too good to ever turn his back on someone and maybe, you reasoned, things were supposed to happen this way.  

"Will you stay tonight?" You asked, holding his hand in yours, fingers interlaced. 

"You sure?"  

"Positive."  

I rewrote this five times. Also I’m disregarding that he’s meant to be arrested at the end of the film. This is based on the 2011 movie Warrior starring Tom Hardy as MMA fighter Tommy Riordan. 

[clairecrive]

"She" - Tommy Conlon x reader [Requested]

A/n: this for @cherry-season. I'm sorry for the long wait, I hope you like it even though I know it's not my best work x

Warnings: implication of smut but not really, fluff

Word count: 987

Tagging: @mollybegger-blog, @evelynshelby @br0ck-eddie, @innerpaperexpertcloud, @shadow-of-wonder, @fandom--0verdose, @sopxhiea, @fuseburner (let me know if you wanna be added or removed)

"Hey babe, are you ready to go?" Tommy's voice called from the bottom of the stairs of your shared apartment. When after a while he didn't get a response from you he decided to see what you were up to.

You had agreed to go on a date this afternoon. Just a walk around the park and getting food after like you used to in the early stages of your relationship. Taken by your daily scheduled it had been a while since you had spent some quality time together thus why you had come up with the date idea.

Not that there was any rush or anything but you should be ready by now. However, when he saw the light coming from your studio, he immediately knew you were going to be late. Time tended to escape you went you started painting. He had lost count of how many times he had to come up to remind you of the time and coax you to bed.

"Babe?" And as a matter of fact, you head your head bowed over a piece of paper on which you were carefully sketching something. He knew you were in such deep focus that you had tuned out the outside world, your tongue was peeking out between your teeth- that was your telltale.

"Y/n?" he tried again, voice soft in hope to not startle you.

Looks like third time's a charm seeing as he was finally about to catch your attention. Your head snapped up when you heard his voice and you blinked a couple of times as if to regain focus on what was around you.

"Hey, handsome," leaning up you meet him halfway to place a gentle kiss on his lips. A usual greeting between you.

"You lost track of time, didn't you?" He gently observed, cradling your face in his hands. The way they were so much bigger than yours and capable of such violence yet such gentleness never failed to amuse and arouse you.

"Why what time is it?" As they always would whenever your faces were so close, his lusciously plumpy lips caught your eyes, putting you in a trance.

"Half-past five." However, the remainder of the time soon snapped you out of it and your eyes widened as realisation struck you.

"Oh no, I'm late for our date." You exclaimed and were up from your seat in seconds, heading to the bathroom to wash the dirt from your hands before heading to your closet.

"Don't worry about it babe, we have all the time in the world." Tommy's gentle tone reached your ears as you were in the bathroom.

He got comfortable in the seat you were previously occupying and his eyes wandered over your open sketchbook. You had always been very open about your drawings and paintings and art n general with Tommy so he didn't feel like he was intruding or anything since you would have probably talked about what you were currently working on later.

As you made your way out of the bathroom, he had been flicking through the sketches and had noticed a sort of pattern and a familiar object. Every few pages or so, there was a recurring sketch and it looked a lot like his lips.

Now, you had never shied away from admiring his body both under and outside the sheets but this was new. Your love and admiration were generally aimed at his body usually but it looked like you definitely have your favourites. Tommy had never thought that someone could admire a part of his body, which he didn't think was that special anyway, so much so that your sketchbook was full with it.

Not that he was complaining. It was actually making him feel special, in a way.

And horny.  That too.

If it had been a while since you've spent some quality time together, one can only imagine how long it has been since you've been intimate. Which, wasn't a problem for Tommy, he was used to going through dry spells when a tournament was approaching, but it definitely had its effects on him.

Like, him getting pathetically hard while flicking through your sketches.

Then you walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel and he was done for.

Licking his lips, he put the sketches away where he had found them and gave you his undivided attention. You had headed towards your wardrobe and were about to choose an outfit for your date, you felt his arms circle your waist. Then his lips left a quick kiss on your bare shoulder.

You were about to ask him what's up when he pressed against you and you definitely understood what was up.

"Not to be a party-pooper, but we're already late."

"Well, then why not postpone it completely and do some other things?" he murmured in between trailing kisses on your skin. You tilted your head to give him more space, his hold on you tightened as he pulled you closer to his chest.

His hand trailed up to the edge of the towel and slowly pushed it down, consequently loosening the knot that was keeping it up. You were lost to the feeling, the softness of his lips, the warmth of his body wrapped around you, the pressure of both his hands and the tent in his pants that you could only yield to the feeling.

There will be other dates.

[dream-a-little-bigger-darling000]

Author's Note: Hi that isn't my GIF. But this is my fic and I would really appreciate it if you told me how you thought it was, and if you especially like it, my requests are open friends. :3 I have the spicy sad right now, and needed a little angst with a happy ending. Ok, be fed I guess.

This has 3,000+ words, are you proud of me or what!?

From the prompt: As teenagers, a boy and a girl agree to marry if neither have by their 35th birthday. Follow the boy as he attempts to sabotage every relationship the girl has until then.

"Hey Tommy? I was thinking."

"That's a shit idea, you should stop doing that"

You swiped at the back of his head.

"Shut up you ass, I'm serious."

"Hi serious I'm- OW fucking hurt is what I am it's a joke, learn to take a-AH." You hurdled a handful of playground pebbles at the 17 year old.

"Alright, alright gorgeous, hit me- No! I meant hit me with the question you little shit." It was getting hard to breathe when he got you to giggle so hard.

You're laughter died down. You looked down, unsure if you could look at his face when you said this.

"I don't have a boyfriend." He abruptly stopped laughing, hiding the obvious fact that he almost choked on his own spit. You breathed a laugh again.

"I don't have a boyfriend. And you don't have a girlfriend." Your smile slipped off.

Tell him. Tell him, you're almost there. I don't have anyone, and you don't either except we do we have each we have each other we have-

You looked to Tommy, his boyish presence fitting on the swing set made for much younger kids. You were much younger kids when you met for the first time, on this very swing set. You think about telling him you fell in love with him when he pushed Jackson Paloski down on the asphalt because Jackson said trailer-trash can't play on the nice swing set. You didn't know it was love though, you were in the fourth grade but your heart still beat a little faster and when you asked him if you could sit beside him during lunch he huffed and complained, showing off he was moody and tough and haughty, but he very obviously made Michael Welsh move from his spot beside Tommy so that the pretty new girl could take her place beside him. And you stayed there. For years. Right beside him.

You felt the breath leave your lungs as you thought about telling him you can't stop thinking about him lately.

Can't stop hoping your skin will touch when he asks you to pass him something.

Can't help feeling like punching every girl that makes a scene trying to gain his attention. You're usually so focused on glaring at the girl that you miss the way he shrinks in on himself, the way he actively turns his body to you.

You think about telling him. And how telling him could mean you could do more, be more.

You think about telling him. And you think about him pulling away from you, gently gathering his things as he stumbles over how to let you down easily, unaware that that's not an option any more. Tommy letting you down would mean shattering.

You clench your jaw. His eyes try to tell you something.

"So. So since. We don't have someone." You look toward the Shell gas station across the street. Tommy wets his lips with a quick swipe of his tongue.

Your throat twinges, the twinge you get when you're trying to hold back tears. You shrug to yourself and let out a breathy laugh.

Coward.

"So since we don't have hot dates, we should make a deal." You make your voice upbeat. You know Tommy can call your bullshit but he doesn't, sit's quietly.

"If by the time we're 35, and we don't have a, someone, to, ya' know. We should get married." Your heart clenches. "If we don't have. Like if I don't have a husband, and you don't. Have a girl, or-" Tommy is quiet. White hot panic races up your spine. You look over at him.

Tommy looks-

He looks like he's frozen, like he's still a few sentences behind, and you're about to throw in the towel and swallow a few of these pebbles so you'll choke and die and won't have to hear his laughter tear apart your heart.

Then Tommy blinks and kind of hunkers in on himself, looks anywhere but you, eyes shifting and darting. His smile isn't his when he manages it.

"Oh, you're so on, sweetheart."

It's not quite right. The atmosphere is still tense and you feel like there's a conversation you're meant to be having, like there were supposed to be different words spoken and heard during that time.

But having Tommy, even if it's like this, even if he doesn't want you like you ache for him, is better than not having him at all.

Beside you, while you hurt quietly beside him, watching the sun set, rocking back and forth on the too low swing, Tommy swallows down self-hatred and overwhelming feelings. Instead, he schemes.

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It's been five years since you've made your little deal with Tommy. Five years, and every single time you've tried to move on from the man, it's ended in catastrophe.

The time you two had just graduated high school and drove to Tommy's house so his older brother could congratulate you two. Brendan had had a buddy over that night, not much older than you, and you would be lying if you said you didn't flush appreciatingly at his sly smile toward you and the way he actively tried to add you in on the conversation.

The night ended rather abruptly when Tommy had spilled hot tea all over the guys front. Tommy was always collected, and it was rare moment when he was clumsy. Never mind the fact that Tommy never drank tea, and actively made fun of you drinking the stuff.

Or the time you two reluctantly went to Brendan's wedding. You loved Tess, and thought they were a great couple, but stomaching an entire ceremony of the two being gross and affectionate, all while you and Tommy couldn't boo and throw miscellaneous items at them? The entire evening was spent with Tommy snuggly against your side snarking quietly in your ear, so close you could feel his warm breath on the entire side of your face.

Yes, your plan of moving on was going swimmingly.

Then Tommy went to the bathroom, and a handsome man smiled at you across the room. You tentatively smiled back, and he moved as if to cross the distance. Then immediately stopped, his face dropping and his eyes widening slightly as he spotted something a little over your shoulder. You saw him clear his throat and veer toward a large group laughing.

Your felt your face slightly warm and your heart drop a little, self consciously looking over your shoulder.

And let out a noise of surprise.

Tommy stood behind you, so close for a second you thought a very well dressed wall had somehow appeared while you weren't looking. You had just enough time to see 'The Expression'.

Tommy was an amazing fighter. And all throughout high school, he made sure while he minded his own, he could also hold his own, and everyone knew it. He had developed an expression, one that scared every single boy in this town shitless. It was a mix between unbridled rage and open invitation. The message was pretty clear and universal.

Come get some.

You usually laughed and teased him about it, because to you it just looked like he stubbed his toe and he was trying not to yell.

You weren't expecting to see it at his brother's wedding, and you certainly weren't laughing now.

In a blink it was gone from his face, and he turned to you with his beautiful sweet smile, the smile that showed just a little peak of his slightly messed up front teeth. He usually reserved that smile for you. You had never seen anyone else on the receiving end.

"Tommy, why were you just-"

"This blows, I just passed Tess and Brendan flirting. They're already married, why would they keep doing that." He rolled his eyes, moving to your side as his hand disappeared behind your back.

"Tommy did you just square up to the guy checking me ou-"

"Brendan's friend is here, the one who can can do a Kick Up."

You stared at each other for a long moment. You felt his hand barely ghosting over the small of your back. His eyes where sharp, a little desperate.

"Tommy."

"There's also a rumor he killed a guy with just a playing card."

You licked your lips. He raised his eyebrows, his lips getting distracting.

"Shit Conlon, why didn't you start with that, take me to him."

Or the time, more recently, when you went to a match to watch Tommy completely destroy his opponent. You loved going out to see him fight. Loved the adrenaline and the satisfaction when Tommy won, making him less timid, a little more rowdy and confident, a little more touchy and feely.

You've kind of given up on the whole moving on thing, even if it was driving you up a wall.

Tommy had just won, and you were eagerly waiting to congratulate him, excited to hug him freely, without him wondering why you were hugging him to begin with. And maybe to hold on a little tighter. Maybe to allow your hands to rove a little more freely.

Hey, was it not a night for celebration?

A man started to chat you up. You smiled patiently and gave some noncommittal grunts and affirmations as you continued to scan the crowd, looking for the familiar mass of Tommy, all hard edges and bulk. You were bouncing on the balls of your feet.

The guy moved closer, making a joke you didn't really hear. You laughed, your eyes darting and searching.

"You look beautiful by the way. I saw you watching the fight, crazy that you're into this stuff. Not a lot of women I know cheer like that."

You finally glance over to the man, but quickly get back to standing on your tip toes, looking above heads.

He doesn't even look that bad, and it's obvious he wants to get your number. He's just not the man you want chat with, and definitely not tonight. Not on a night that Tommy just won, and a night he'll want to come over to yours, joking and teasing, touching you much more confidently than he normally would. Falling asleep much more easier with his head on your lap.

You tamp down a smile. You wouldn't want this guy to get the wrong idea.

"You know, there's a really good Thai place down the road- Ah, fuck, watch it buddy. Can you not look where you're go-" You hear the man choke off the sentence, trying not to smile as you imagine the other guy. probably a lot bigger than he is. Wouldn't want to completely ruin his night by laughing at the guy.

"Fuuck me, buddy, sorry. I did not know who I was talking to." You could hear the man swallow. "Hey, I think you did great in the ring tonight, real good job of... Knocking that guy out. With one punch."

You whirled around, smiling so wide you felt the strain on your cheeks. There was only one guy who did that tonight.

Sure enough, Tommy was standing there. He had put on a shirt and took his gloves off, but he was still sweaty and breathing hard. He completely stanced up, like he is in the ring, and his expression was-

Well, you chalked it up to the testosterone flowing freely through the place. Probably just mad that he ran into another dude.

It still didn't stop you from running and jumping directly on him, arms coming up to wrap around his neck, legs completely circling his torso. You giggled into his neck, exclaiming how proud you were of him, how good he looked out there, completely stroking his ego, but not caring at the moment.

You felt his arms immediately span your back, feeling like his hands where trying to be everywhere at once. That was new. That was new and you couldn't say you hated it.

What you didn't see was the look on Tommy's face. The cold calm of someone who just threw a punch so hard at a man who was bigger and faster than him and shut his shit down. Directed at another man, much slower and smaller in comparison.

You didn't see the stranger's face pale, but you distantly heard the sound of chairs clatter to the ground as he turned tail.

Five years of pining (not so) quietly for Tommy, the man you had fallen in love with, but without a doubt did not love you back.

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Tommy knew without a doubt that he loved you.

All those years back in fourth grade, when he let it slip that his favorite snack was those crackers with the cheese filling, and you showed up with a whole pack of them to share, smiling this big goofy grin with your beautiful eyes and warm presence.

God how could he not.

The problem was how he was supposed to convince you to like him back. Him, Tommy, who fought most of his way through high school, who didn't like to get too close to people, who didn't like eye contact or conversation that ran too long or too forced. Who loved you though.

And who was very annoyed at the boy flirting with his girl.

It never failed to make Tommy's blood boil. He knew he had no right, because for one, he spent five years doing his damned best to break up every chance at you leaving him.

Just until you guys turn 35, right Tommy boy? You can probably keep that up.

Tommy breathed in a shuttering breath.

He just wanted to buy you your favorite drink at your favorite café. That's all he wanted to do. And maybe find and excuse to hold your hand without burning up from the embarrassment of actually having feelings (can you imagine?).

But of course, some dick-head always noticed how beautiful or kind or warm you were, and had to take their shot.

Well, Tommy was fucking sick of it.

Tommy thought of all the times, and there were a lot of times, when he had to step in and derail the situation. He knew this would be the last time. He had to do this, get rid of the unrelenting ache he felt while going to sleep, looking at you, thinking about you.

Tommy moved toward the you and the man you were talking to like he was entering the ring. With the mindset that he could get totally and irreversibly hurt, but he was gonna fight to the bloody end beforehand.

"Do you need directions?" Tommy asked as he slid up behind you, closer than he would have ever before. He felt your confusion even if he couldn't see your face.

"What?" The man was just as quizzical.

"Oh, I was just asking if you needed directions or if you could get lost on your own." Tommy raised his eyebrows, setting his hand on your hip, trying not to think about the many, many questions you'd have about that.

The man thought about arguing, but then he really looked at Tommy. Looked at you, then back to Tommy. Decided he didn't want to bleed tonight, and huffed out an angry sound.

You at least waited until he was out of ear shot before whirling on him.

"What. What was that?"

"Ok, I know what your probably thinking-"

"That you're out of your mind Tommy?! Are you kidding me right now? 'Get lost?' Get outta here with that shit, what was that?"

The two of you were pretty far back in the shop, but he still lowered his voice to make sure no one was bothered.

"Ok, yes, you're mad, I can see that-"

"Oooooh well I'm glad you can see that Tommy." You felt your face start to turn red, feeling exhausted and confused. "Explain. Explain to me Tommy, that every time a guy wants to have a nice, civil, God forbid, flirtatious conversation with me, he high tails it out of there just as fast, Tommy, explain."

Tommy felt an expanding ache somewhere behind his left eye.

"Ok. Ok I'm gonna say something stupid-"

"You always say something stupid, stupid-"

"Can you just. Can you let me finish." Tommy felt exasperated and a little insane. He was about to confess in a coffee shop to the girl he loved and things would never be the same again because she was about to leave, but fuck it if he wasn't at a boiling point.

"Ok. You know how we made a deal?" You looked at him, raising your eyebrows.

"About who could spray the most whipped cream in their mouth? Yeah it's me, it'll always be me. So you got so mad you're trying to, what, make sure I die alone, I don't..."

"What? No can you not, can you focus right now?" Tommy's palms were starting to sweat and he clenched his eyes shut tight. He breathed in and let it back out in one harsh huff. "When we were seventeen-"

"Seventeen?"

"When we were seventeen you said that if we weren't married by the time we were 35, that we should marry each other." He watched as your eyes widened and your face warmed a little. "Well, the deals off. I'm not doing it any more."

Tommy wasn't sure what to expect, but the flash of utter pain that tore across your face was not it. You stepped back, looked like you were about to bolt, your eyes wild. You tried to pull yourself together but it was really hard to breathe. No matter how many times you tried to prepare yourself for this day, you could have never imagined how it actually almost brought you know to your knees.

"So. Here's the new deal. If in like, five minutes, you're still single, and I'm still single..." Tommy swallowed hard, licking his lips. "We should just." His eyes darted to your lips.

You froze. Tommy caught his lush lower lip in between his teeth. He'd never been more nervous his entire life. So nervous for the inevitable laugh, the pity laced rejection, because really, it was one thing to be friends with a shy awkward boxer, but another to look at him and think, 'yeah, that'll do.'

Tommy had approximately five seconds to wallow in self deprecation and pure terror before he had a handful of you, and something that suspiciously felt like lips on his lips. But that's funny, because he's almost positive that that's not the case.

Then he felt your tongue swipe his lip and decided he cared fuck all and proceeded to get lost in you, your breaths, God he could feel, taste, your breath as you both got consumed by each other.

Someone coughed disapprovingly your way. The two of you broke apart, panting slightly.

"Ok, ok please don't. I really don't want you to hit me but I'm really fucking dense, right, and I just have to ask, you did that because you. You like like me- OW I said I didn't want you to hit me!"

You felt yourself laughing, felt your never ending ache subside and your love sky rocket.

"Oh, you're an idiot," You pecked his lips, he tried to catch your mouth fully but failed. "You are such and idiot- Oh my God we're both idiots holy- Hey. Hey, you, you've been. Have you been sabotaging-"

"Did you hear that?" Tommy tilted his head and looked toward the ceiling. "Ope- oh yeah. No. yeah, that's for sure the sound of-" He cut off, dropping his serious expression, grinning as he leaned down and kissed your mouth again, this time taking your words and any objections, affectively cutting off any questions that would leave him looking stupid.

You two would need to sit down, to talk about how you've felt all these years, how you were both so stupid that you both refused to confess to each other.

But for now, you lost yourself in the taste of Tommy, and the heady feeling of someone you've loved for seemingly forever, loving you back.

Real Quick: Would you be mad if in the next fics I write I called this man Tomithy? Asking for a friend.

[kind-wolf]

I'm here (drabble)

Tommy Conlon x attorney!Reader

Summary: Tommy is about to be put on trial and you are here to represent him win his case...

Warnings: idk, it's all heartbreaking and I'm just going with the flow

When you approached Tommy Conlon he was determined to ignore you but you were just as stubborn as him. 

Pacing, refusing to look at you since the first glance. He only agreed to answer two of your questions because you promised to leave after.

“Why did you save them when you were on the run??”

“I was there.” Came the short reply, followed by a question at your expectant look. “Should I have left them to drown?” 

“Well, I’m here. Should I let you drown?” 

He finally looked at you and you were holding your breath, waiting for his answer.