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charliehoennam · 3 years ago

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2 o’clock stubble

A/N: Filling a request made here by @the-real-cutie-slim-shady. The lines selected were “Jesus Christ. Just lemme shave it for you.” and “Stop laughing! It’s not funny! This is painful, so come help me, you dick!” (I modified the wording a lil bit but the context is very much the same still)

Pairing: Tommy Riordan Conlon x reader

Word count: 1,432

Warnings: Mentions of PSTD caused by war, physical injury, adult language, fluff (tommy in formal marine dressing should be a trigger warning too, like could yall imagine? I would die omg but also this hasn’t been proofread because it’s almost 1 in da morning and i’m running on fumes)

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Your eyes can’t stop drifting towards him. The sadness he’s trying his best to chain up in his darkest depths to refrain from release attracts your gaze like a magnet.

You can tell he’s present, but he’s not really there. He wasn’t cut out of this environment.

The warmly varnished wood detailing the courtroom, the finely stitched suits of dull colors and words he hadn’t used since college.

Tommy was always a simple man. But there’s an emptiness to his eyes that makes you hurt; an emptiness that slowly sunk into his steely blue eyes after giving his testimony. They go vacant of emotions as he remembers and describes in detail the truth behind his post abandonment.

It makes your heart shatter inside your chest; sharp remnants tear up through and settle themselves in your throat, leaving you to bite your lower lips as you struggle to fight back the tears. Tommy’s too proud for pity. He won’t accept any of it, especially from you.

The military bureaucracy had finally come to an end. Tommy’s punishment had been declared as ‘other than honorable’ discharge from the marines and monthly psych evaluations his PTSD required. He went through hell out there, watching his teammates die by the same people they were fighting beside. He lost his sanity in the fiery chaos of war; anyone with a decent mind would. For that, they took ‘pity’ on him. In truth, the military didn’t need a scandal leaking out to the press about the friendly fire committed.

It’s all so bittersweet. Tommy’s free to go, doesn’t have to serve any time but at what cost? He lost the people he trusted the most with his own life. How was he exactly at this point if he had to live with the horrors and screams lodged in the back of his mind?

As solemn as the ambient was, you muster up a smile to camouflage the true nature of your feelings. You were just as relieved as he was once it all over. He stalks over to you in his formal marine uniform, arm hung in a sling after its’ dislocation. A choose he forced onto his brother in the last round in the Sparta competition. He’s quiet and you won’t press him to speak. That’s the last thing he needs at this moment.

The drive is as silent as expected. With his eyes glued to the window and the passing scenery, it’s clear to see he’s far away even though he’s sitting beside you in the passenger seat. Part of you wishes you could have a small glimpse into his thoughts just to try and understand him better, understand what he needs and become more patient with his needs. But the thought of the weight that he carries with him, seeing how it could burden a man as strong as Tommy is quick to silence that part of you. After everything he endured from his father, the nomad life on the road bouncing from city to city with his mom, little stability as she fell ill and he remained helpless. Sure, he could probably bench-press a motorcycle, but it was the emotional strength that you admired so profoundly in him. And the fact that he could still find it in him to be the kindest and most gentle being in the world with you. Now, it was time for that kindness to be repaid.

As a few days went on by, he lightened up on his own time. Much patience and thoughtfulness from your behalf surely had something to do with it. It was nice to see him smile again. Just the sight of it filled you with the warmth of a thousand suns. However, there surely had a different source of impatience from his behalf.

The fucking shoulder.

It hindered him from one of his main anchors of sanity: training. He needed the constant movement to ground him; the physical release of rage and violence in the healthiest of ways. Without it, it was just constant annoyed mumbles and strings of curses. He was in pain and constantly frustrated by the limitation his shoulder enforced onto him. His reaction was only natural. Tommy was a leftie at mostly everything. Changes like these – no matter how temporary – were always challenging to adapt to.

You’re under the warm covers of your bed on a Sunday morning, relishing in the laziness you could indulge just once a week. As you naturally do, you turn on your side looking the muscular frame of your boyfriend. Instead, you find the sheets on his side cold to the touch. You sit up and look around through heavily half-lidded eyes. The light in the bathroom is the giveaway sign of his whereabouts. You move onto your feet and slide his sweatshirt on over your head. You wore very little on during the cold days. The warmth your bodies would share was greater than any pajama could provide. And sure, it was also slightly to entice him into more romantic late-night activities for two.

Coming up toward the light, you lean against the door frame and chuckle to yourself.

“Tommy, what the hell are you doing?”

“What’s it look like? I’m shaving ‘ere.”

“I can tell, but it’s like 2 o’clock in the morning. Can’t this wait for like another 8 or 9 hours?”

“Jesus, sweetheart. How much sleep do ya need?” To anyone else, his ‘Pittsburghese’ combined with the way his face is scrunched up trying to a specific spot under his chin would have thought he was mocking you or being mean. You know him too well enough to know his sense of humor.

“A lot to put with your stubborn ass. C’mon, babe. Let’s go to bed. It’s cold and I wanna cuddle. And who the fucks shaves at 2 in the morning huh? You got someone on the side I oughta know about?” you smirk, teasing him.

“No, I do not and I sure as hell don’t need one.”

“Then why are you in here cutting up your face?” you can’t help but giggle as you walk over to him, sitting atop the closed toilet seat.

“I got a meeting with these big time dudes tomorrow. Some agents that watched the fights and wanna sponsor me.”

You swear you could feel your heart drop instantly. And you know it wasn’t the reaction he was expecting from you. You should speak or say anything, but you’re frozen with your eyes locked on him.

“Wow! Congratulations, sweetheart. That’s great, I’m proud of you.”

His tone is obviously sarcastic as he looks down at the sink, disappointed and slightly mad.

“I am proud of you, Tommy. Don’t put words in my mouth. I just… Watching you in the octagon was rough, babe. Just because I know you can take a punch doesn’t mean I think people should be swinging at ya.”

“I could handle myself. You know I can.”

“Yeah, I do. But it’s still hard to watch someone you love get slapped and punched around.”

“They gotta hit me first.” He mumbles under his breath, too stubborn to look at you. Moments like these remind you of how childish he can be.

“Look, if this is really what you wanna do, then I guess I’ll just have to get used to it.”

“I really wanna do this, babe. I need to be in the ring again. That’s where I’m meant to be.”

The lower tone in his voice exposes his sincerity. He really wants this because he knows it’ll provide a financially stable future for you both. Deep down, that’s all he wants to do. Just provide for the person he really cares about.

“Technically, you’re meant to be in bed cuddling with me.”

“Don’t be a smartass” he smirks chuckling as you stand back up.

“I thought it’s what you liked most about me.”

There’s that heart-melting smile again, aimed directly at you.

“It’s definitely high up on the list. You really good with this, Y/N?”

“I am. I support you no matter what you decide to do.” You nod locking your eyes in his to make sure your certainly gets across to him. “I will not support this butchered shave though, I’ll tell you that much” you snicker taking the razor from his hand

“Hey, it ain’t funny! This is painful, I’m hurting over here.”

“Christ. Just lemme shave it for you before you cut your lips off too.”

“Nah, I gotta keep those to kiss my sweetheart.” He smirks leaning down to seal the deal with a quick kiss.

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potter-solomons · 3 years ago

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Holy hell I was not expecting MY HUBBA TOMMY CONLON showing up all smutty and kitty hungry in my dash today.

I HAVE BEEN BLESSED. AND I AM A MESS.

He's so intense he'd do everything with the same amount of dedication as he has in the octagon.

"“Oh, I do. I can definitely work it out from the small puddle you’re leaving on the bed,” he replies, digging his fingers against you, finding your sweet spot almost instantly and proceeding to wiggle them back and forth at speed. His huge muscles flex, biceps bulging with effort as he rakes your insides, reducing you to a panting, wailing mess on the bed. “Yeah, you really fucking like that, don’t you? I’m gonna enjoy wrecking the hell out of this pretty little pussy.” 💀💀💀😭😭😭

I need you Tommy.

The Virtue of Patience - A Tommy Conlon/Reader One Shot Story.

It’s about time I wrote a bit of Tommy C smut, isn’t it? So yes, here it is. Enjoy!

Words - 2,525

Warnings - Lots of smut! Under 18? Adios! This ain’t for kids!

He was all power, the presence of him filling the room, secondary only to the sheer size of him. He seemed to have a knack of sucking the air from your lungs whenever you gazed upon him, the longing unmatched, the desire to press yourself against him, to experience what those muscles would feel like moulding against your body, so small in comparison to his bulk.

And he knew it. Tommy Conlon had always known it.

He was just waiting for you to make your move. Why? Because he knew not getting your way instantly in him being the one to instigate it would drive you crazy, ramp up the tension and ultimately, make it so much sweeter when that tension – which was entirely mutual – finally broke. You’d been friends for years, but the older you’d grown, the more you’d seen each other through different eyes.

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clairecrive · 4 years ago

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"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.

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westernwoods · 4 years ago

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rules: tag nine people you want to get to know better. thank you for tagging me, @stressedinadress ♡

relationship status: single rip

favorite color: pink

lipstick or chapstick: lipstick

last song i listened to: tommy’s party by peach pit

last movie i watched: space camp

top three tv shows: new girl, law and order svu, and e.r.

three ships: river x payton (the poltician), cece x schmidt (new girl), and olivia x casey (svu, never canon but a girl can dream)

books i’m currently reading: code girls by liza mundy and the lost hero by rick riordan

i’m tagging @tv-saved-the-teenage-girl @aprilaady @daughter-of-ophelia @punkgeekchic @archaicmusings and @catchmeifyacam if y’all want to! ♡

#thanks for tagging me love!#about me #tag game

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lavender-romancer · 5 years ago

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

A Return

Tommy Riordan x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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writinandwanderin · 6 years ago

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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.”

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whatisthiswitchcraft · 6 years ago

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books I read in 2018! (not including rereads, favorites are bolded!)

Shortcomings - Adrian Tomine

Skim - Mariko Tamaki and Jillian Tamaki

Tina’s Mouth: An Existential Comic Diary - Keshni Kashyap

Turning Japanese: A Graphic Memoir - Marinaomi

Killing and Dying - Adrian Tomine

Take What You Can Carry - Kevin C. Pyle

The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue - Mackenzi Lee

Riotous Flesh: Women, Physiology, and the Solitary Vice in Nineteenth-Century America - April R. Haynes

Finder: Voice - Carla Speed McNeil

Witches Abroad - Terry Pratchett

Interpreter of Maladies - Jhumpa Lahiri

The Hate U Give - Angie Thomas

We Are Never Meeting In Real Life - Samantha Irby

Priestdaddy - Patricia Lockwood

What We Lose - Zinzi Clemmons

What Is Not Yours Is Not Yours - Helen Oyeyemi

Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard: The Ship of the Dead - Rick Riordan

Strange Practice - Vivian Shaw

The Best We Could Do - Thi Bui

Kindred: A Graphic Novel - Octavia Butler, Damian Duffy, John Jennings

Will Do Magic for Small Change - Andrea Hairston

Pachinko - Min Jin Lee

Her Body and Other Parties - Carmen Maria Machado

Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil - John Berendt

Salt Houses - Hala Alyan

March: Book One - John Lewis, Andrew Aydin, Nate Powell

March: Book Two - John Lewis, Andrew Aydin, Nate Powell

March: Book Three - John Lewis, Andrew Aydin, Nate Powell

Sing, Unburied, Sing - Jesmyn Ward

The Power - Naomi Alderman

Darkroom: A Memoir in Black and White - Lila Quintero Weaver

Blood Justice: The Lynching of Mack Charles Parker - Howard Smead

Warriors Don’t Cry - Melba Pattillo Beals

Moonshot: The Indigenous Comics Collection - ed. Hope Nicholson

Monstress: Awakening - Marjorie Liu and Sana Takeda

Boundless - Jillian Tamaki

The Cooking Gene: A Journey Through African American Culinary History in the Old South - Michael W. Twitty

Speak: The Graphic Novel - Laurie Halse Anderson and Emily Carroll

A Raisin in the Sun - Lorraine Hansberry

Surpassing Certainty: What My Twenties Taught Me - Janet Mock

Bingo Love - Tee Franklin, Jenn St-Onge, Joy San

Vietnamerica - G.B. Tran

Incognegro: A Graphic Mystery - Mat Johnson and Warren Pleece

Arab in America - Toufic El Rassi

Diary of a Reluctant Dreamer: Undocumented Vignettes from a Pre-American Life - Alberto Ledesma

Tell the Wolves I’m Home - Carol Rifka Brunt

The Immortalists - Chloe Benjamin

The Argonauts - Maggie Nelson

Little Fires Everywhere - Celeste Ng

The Autobiography of Malcolm X: As Told to Alex Haley - Malcolm X and Alex Haley

All God’s Children Need Traveling Shoes - Maya Angelou

The Fire Next Time - James Baldwin

Hunger: A Memoir of (My) Body - Roxane Gay

Deer Woman: An Anthology - ed. Elizabeth LaPensée and Weshoyot Alvitre

Bloods: Black Veterans of the Vietnam War - Wallace Terry

The Merry Spinster: Tales of Everyday Horror - [Daniel] Mallory Ortberg

It’s All Absolutely Fine: Life Is Complicated So I’ve Drawn It Instead - Ruby Elliot

The Book of Unknown Americans - Cristina Henríquez

Through the Woods - Emily Carroll

The World Only Spins Forward: The Ascent of Angels in America - Isaac Butler and Dan Kois

Tributaries - Laura Da’

On the Bus With Rosa Parks - Rita Dove

Full-Metal Indigiqueer - Joshua Whitehead

Whereas: Poems - Layli Long Soldier

Not Your Villain - C.B. Lee

My Body is a Book of Rules - Elissa Washuta

Mis(h)adra - Iasmin Omar Ata

All Out: The No-Longer-Secret Stories of Queer Teens Throughout the Ages - ed. Saundra Mitchell

This is Just My Face: Try Not to Stare - Gabourey Sidibe

Crazy Brave - Joy Harjo

Harriet the Spy - Louise Fitzhugh

The Lesser Blessed - Richard Van Camp

A Burst of Light: and Other Essays - Audre Lorde

The Mysterious Benedict Society - Trenton Lee Stewart

My Brother’s Husband, Vol. I - Gengoroh Tagame

When You Reach Me - Rebecca Stead

The Wicked and the Divine: Imperial Phase (Part 1) - Kieron Gillen and Jamie McKelvie

Honor Girl - Maggie Thrash

The Alchemist - Paulo Coelho

The Prince and the Dressmaker - Jen Wang

Leah on the Offbeat - Becky Albertalli

The Summer of Jordi Perez (and the Best Burger in Los Angeles) - Amy Spalding

How to be Black - Baratunde Thurston

Bury What We Cannot Take - Kirstin Chen

No Reservations: Around the World on an Empty Stomach - Anthony Bourdain

Medium Raw: A Bloody Valentine to the World of Food and the People Who Cook - Anthony Bourdain

Our Dead Behind Us - Audre Lorde

The Wicked and the Divine: Imperial Phase (Part 2) - Kieron Gillen and Jamie McKelvie

The Awkward Thoughts of W. Kamau Bell: Tales of a 6'4, African American, Heterosexual, Cisgender, Left-Leaning, Asthmatic, Black and Proud Blerd, Mama's Boy, Dad, and Stand-Up Comedian - W. Kamau Bell

There There - Tommy Orange

Paul Takes the Form of a Mortal Girl - Andrea Lawlor

Jonny Appleseed - Joshua Whitehead

Just the Funny Parts: ... And a Few Hard Truths About Sneaking Into the Hollywood Boys’ Club - Nell Scovell

Perma Red - Debra Magpie Earling

Toil and Trouble - Mairghread Scott

Kissing God Goodbye - June Jordan

Wade in the Water - Tracy K. Smith

Reincarnation Blues - Michael Poore

Nepantla: An Anthology [Queer Poets of Color] - ed. Christopher Soto

Not Here: Poems - Hieu Minh Nguyen

Dead Girls: Essays on Surviving an American Obsession - Alice Bolin

Trail of Lightning - Rebecca Roanhorse

Fierce Femmes and Notorious Liars: A Dangerous Trans Girl’s Confabulous Memoir - Kai Cheng Thom

Taproot: A Story about a Gardener and a Ghost - Keezy Young

The Witch Boy - Molly Knox Ostertag

The Haunting of Hill House - Shirley Jackson

Don’t Call Us Dead - Danez Smith

Bright Dead Things - Ada Limon

The Poet X - Elizabeth Acevedo

Citizen Illegal - Jose Olivarez

American Sonnets for My Past and Future Assassin - Terrance Hayes

for colored girls who have considered suicide/when the rainbow is enuf - Ntozake Shange

The Carrying - Ada Limon

Mercury: An Intimate Biography of Freddie Mercury - Lesley-Ann Jones

Unclaimed Baggage - Jen Doll

A River of Stars - Vanessa Hua

We Have Always Lived in the Castle - Shirley Jackson

Spinning Silver - Naomi Novik

Barbie Chang - Victoria Chang

Corazon - Yesika Salgado

Chemistry - Weike Wang

Number One Chinese Restaurant - Lillian Li

Lucy and Linh - Alice Pung

My Favorite Thing is Monsters - Emil Ferris

The Plant Messiah: Adventures in Search of the World's Rarest Species - Carlos Magdalena

The Incendiaries - R.O. Kwon

Dirty River: A Queer Femme of Color Dreaming Her Way Home - Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha

Dumplin’ - Julie Murphy

How Long ‘Til Black Future Month? - N.K. Jemisin

My Sister, the Serial Killer - Oyinkan Braithwaite

Unapologetic: a Black, Queer, and Feminist Mandate for Radical Movements - Charlene Carruthers

#books #2018 #year in books #my lists

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charliehoennam · 3 years ago

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quiet now.

A/N: Filling out a request made by @druukkari. I’m sorry this took a while to finally post. Work has been cra-zy. Hope you enjoy it. Lemme know what you think!

Pairing: Tommy Conlon x gn!reader

Word count: 1,822 (he’s got a special place in my heart ok)

Warnings: none; just fluff; maybe language?

SHARING IS CARING, SO PLEASE REBLOG

Your phone call barely lasted over 2 hours. Some people would say that Tommy didn’t talk much.

You knew better than anyone that he was simply selective. Sure, he didn’t talk much…to people he didn’t really care about or people he knew were more curious about his return than his overall well-being.

The ones he really opened up to were few. You were one of them, yet sometimes it was little hard to believe it.

But nights like this one – where you would spend hours on the phone, sprawled out on your bed and staring at the ceiling just talking – confirmed that he had a special place in his heart for you. Despite being a man of few words, he could go on for hours on just about anything.

When he mentioned that his dad would be out for a couple nights on a retreat with his AA group, you took the opportunity to make a pleasant surprise.

The cardboard is warm against the palm of your hand as your shoes tap against the pavement. Your mouth has been watering from the delicious aroma of the pizza you picked up, but you’ve resisted the urge to steal a slice on the walk over in order to savor it with Tommy. The six-pack beer bottles clink against one in the plastic bag hung from your hand with every step you take. The thought of seeing him fills you with excitement. You can’t even wipe away the smile as you walk up to his house and up the porch steps. Moments after you knock on the door, you can heard Tommy’s heavy footsteps approaching from the other side.

“Y/N. What are you doing here, sweetheart? I thought you were headed home from work.”

“I was, but I thought I’d surprise you and bring some pizza to have some bonding time.”

“That’s uh, that’s nice of ya” he says scratching the back of his neck.

You forget how new this is to him; having someone care enough to go out of their way just to see him. He’s not upset with your surprise visit, but you can tell he seems rather confused as to what to do. It hurts to think about how foreign it is to someone who deserves all the affection in the world; to someone who’s faced so much pain throughout his entire life.

“Come on in.”

He moves to the side to open the door wider as you step inside. Though you had expected him to have a more enthusiastic reaction, the smile on your lips is rather committed to staying there.

“I uh brought us some beer too. I hope that’s okay. You said your dad wasn’t home, right?”

“Yeah, he’s not. He’s on that retreat I told you ‘bout.”

As you set the pizza down on the dining table along with the plastic bag of booze, the candid laughter from the tv catches your attention.

“Seinfeld? Really?” you smirk teasing him.

“I fell asleep. It was on when I woke up which was just now.”

“Oh, shit. I’m sorry. I didn’t know…”

“Don’t sweat it” he says opening a beer. “You uh really didn’t have to any of this, y/n.”

“I wanted to. I just wanted to see you honestly.”

His smile is shy and sincere although, deep down, he doesn’t really believe he deserves such care.

“Thank you.”

Deciding to call it quits after your third slice and second beer, you find yourself soon on his couch watching Back To The Future. You’ve both seen it plenty of times, you know the plot like the back of your hand. Its’ only purpose is to fill the silence in the house. You both had a long day; he’d already mentioned a heated argument he’d had with his father. The silence is rather peaceful in his presence. Judging by his composure, he’s enjoying it too. Just being together, not doing anything more than simply existing and forgetting all worries.

His hand is tingling with the urge to reach around you; the urge to hold you close. He can’t stop thinking about how he let it get to this point after everything he’s lived through. The feeling wells up inside of him, encouraging him to just lift his arm though it seems to weigh a ton.

From the corner of your eyes, you notice his gaze shooting around the room and his fingers rubbing against his palm. He’s fidgeting on his side of the couch like there are ants in his pants; nibbling on his bottom lip like he’s nibbling on the words stuck in his throat. You begin to wonder if it’s your presence making him uncomfortable. Does he want you to leave and doesn’t want to come off rude by asking you? The thought that it might makes you worry until you finally turn to look to him.

“Tommy, is everything alright? You seem a little uncomfortable.”

“What? Oh, no. No, I’m fine. Don’t worry.”

“Are you sure? If it’s me, I can leave. It’s not a problem. I know you were sleeping before I got here.”

“No! No, it’s not you. Well, I-I mean it is. Sorta.”

“It’s OK, you can tell me” you smile trying to encourage him. From the way he looks away from your gaze, you already know it’s something difficult for him so you let him take his time.

“I just uh feel pretty awkward sitting so far from you.”

“Would you like me to sit closer?” He nods raising his eyes towards the TV to avoid facing your reaction.

As you scoot closer to his side, you surprise him by gently lifting his arm and wrapping it around your shoulders. His eyes are immediately back on you as he glances at your hand resting on his draping forearm, stroking the delicate hairs and he swears his heart could melt.

“How’s this?”

“Perfect” he nods hypnotized by your sudden affection. The world seems to stop when he feels your hand sliding to rest on his abdomen; your head tucked between his shoulder and the crook of his neck. The silence from the room seeps into his skin from your touch and settles in his mind. Finally, peace.

Halfway through the film, you feel his head weighting against your own. His breathing slowly grows deeper and steadier as his body slowly goes limp. He’s falling asleep. You smile to yourself, sliding your hand up his chest.

“Tommy…” his eyes quickly burst open with a hum. “You’re sleeping. Come on, let’s get you to bed so you can rest better.

“No, no. I’m good, I’m good.” He hesitates, clearing his throat as he tries to capture how much of the movie he missed.

He even reaches for the back of your head to reassure you, massaging your scalp as he gently pulls your head back against his shoulder. You let him because you know he’s going to fall asleep again and you can’t help but smile at the stubbornness the Conlon boys are famed for.

Within less 5 minutes, you feel him drifting off again and decide to make him rest. The lack of sound and light wakes him up in addition with your movement away from his body.

“Hey, why’d you turn it off? I was watching that.”

“No, you were sleeping and I’m getting you to bed.”

As you stand up, you take his hands into yours and tug on them with an inviting smile.

“Come on, you stubborn ol’ thing. I’ll even tuck you in.”

He groans, but obeys nonetheless.

With eyes droopy from exhaustion, he leads you up to his old room littered with his past. Awards, trophies, photos, medals hung up on the walls. Even though the furniture had been slightly updated, someone still clung to the past. Granted it was most likely his father, you can tell by the way Tommy’s bed is made, he’s still clinging to his military habits as well.

He plops down on his bed after pulling the covers down, relishing in the comfort it instantly provides.

“There you go. Isn’t that better?” you ask with a smile as you pull the covers over him. “Now don’t you worry about me. I’ll see myself out.”

Just before you can pull away, his hand reaches for your wrist.

“Don’t. Don’t go.”

Looking down at him, you search for confirmation in his pleading blue eyes. There’s no malice. No thought of apparent sexual desires. You wouldn’t deny him even if there was, but you find rather sweet that there isn’t. He just wants to be with you too.

“Stay with me. Sleep here. It’s late. Ain’t safe to walk home at this time. And I really want you to stay. Please?”

“As long as you want me to.”

You flash him a warm smile to assure him before kicking off your shoes.

“Is it alright if I take off my pants? I can’t sleep in jeans.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. I’ll keep my hands to myself. You can borrow one of my sweats if it makes you feel more comfortable.”

“Nah, I don’t mind.”

Of course you don’t. You want him to touch you, you want him to see you. You want him in every way you could have him, but he has a pace that you respect too deeply to hasten.

As you turn your back to him for some faux privacy, you can almost feel his eyes tracing over your legs and your ass. It pulls a smirk from you, but you quickly wipe it away to stay decent. Tugging the lamp cord to shut the light off, he lifts the covers to invite you underneath. You lay down on your side and gently pull him closer.

“C’mere. I got you, Tommy.”

He hesitates for a moment, but follows your lead. Being held is different for him. He’s usually doing the holding. Always the big spoon, never the little and too embarrassed to ask to be. However, the fact you seem to almost read his mind and it just warms him up within. He wishes he could express his feelings for you with more honesty and courage and he will, in his own time. He promises to himself that very night to always treat you with the same level of affection and kindness you’ve shown him - if not, more - for all the care and patience you’ve given him. He couldn’t more grateful to have you and he swears to let you know. But for now, all he can do savor the warmth of your touch as he turns his back to you, letting you coil an arm around him. He can’t help but think how your legs seem tangle into each other like two perfect puzzle pieces. Your nails stroking his chest with such tenderness becomes his lullaby. And for the first time in a long time, the silence isn’t as loud as it used to be for Tommy Conlon.

#tommy conlon #tommy riordan #tommy conlon x reader #tommy riordan x reader #tommy conlon x you #tommy warrior #tommy conlon x y/n #tommy riordan x you #tommy riordan x y/n #warrior tommy fic

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iamkatehardy · 5 years ago

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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.

#tommy conlon #tommy conlon imagine #tommy conlon fanfic #tommy conlon warrior #tommy conlon fanfiction #tommy conlon x reader #tommy conlon x you #Tommy conlon x oc #tommy conlon x ofc #tommy riordan #Tommy Riordan Conlon #tommy riordan warrior #tommy riordan x reader #tommy riordan x oc #Tom Hardy #tom hardy characters #tom hardy x reader #tom hardy x you #tom hardy x oc

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hecatemoon87 · 3 years ago

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Pretty sure @potter-solomons just died and then returned lol

Love Tommy! This was a wonderful surprise and lovely addition to Hardy Fan Fic ❤️

Drowned - A Tommy Conlon/Reader Smut Drabble.

A little surprise for my darling @potter-solomons! Apparently there isn’t enough Tommy smut, so Imma try my best to change that!

Words - 319

Warnings - Pure filth. 18+ only, y’all!

“Fuck yeah, darlin’. Ride my face.”

And you do. Your hips serpentine, your wet folds dragging over his plump lips, his chin, his nose, getting yourself off on the angles of his face, just as he wanted, soaking him with your dew. His tongue darts out, catching your sensitive, swollen clit, your mewl filling the room as you continue to rock back and forth, back and forth.

You whine, utterly lost in him, hands tugging at his hair, his tongue swiping through your folds as you purl forth again, drowning him in the slick gush from your pulsing cunt, like a honey pot dripping into his eager mouth. “Yeah, my baby. Get me wet. Fuck, you taste unreal.”

Every word uttered had your pulse flipping madly, your pleasure ascending, Tommy pulling you down closer to him, lifting his chin as you move back once more, your gaping opening stimulated by the press of it, his tongue pushing within, grunting as he feels your muscles pulse against it. He lets you ride it, circling, his nose nudging deliciously at your clit before you slide up once more, shaking, overcome.

“Oh fuck, Tommy. I’m gonna cum! Fuck, ahhh!” You cry, his lips enveloping your clit and sucking you until the lightning strikes, your tingles wild and tempestuous, your cunt gushing into his mouth. “Oh my god, that was amazing!”

“Here lies Tommy Conlon,” he begins as you move down, grasping his cock firmly, your pleasure still ebbing through you strongly as he wipes his soaking face with both hands. “A man drowned to death, but fucking happy as hell.”

Positioning him at your still fluttering opening, you sink down, the fullness of his cock heavenly in the aftermath of your release. “I think you could stand to become a lot happier.”

He grins, his fingers moving to tease your nipples as you bounce gently on him. “I think you’re right, babe.”

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clairecrive · 4 years ago

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“All in our heads”- Tommy Conlon x reader

Summary: sometimes, despite being mostly all in your head, insecurities can find their way to plague your life. And we all have them, we just have to learn how to deal with them.

Word count:7.200 +

Tw: super long, angst but fluff at end

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The had a wonderful night. The long overdue dinner she had organized with her friends had been a success. Everyone had fun and by the looks they gave her, y/n knew that they all loved Tommy. They only had been going out for a couple of months but she knew that if he couldn’t coexist with her friends, he wasn’t the right one. However, she couldn’t help but let the fuzzy feeling the comfort her friends gave her be shimmered down by a nasty thought. At first, y/n thought it was all in her head. It wasn’t that Frances was all over Tommy, it was just the way she was. And no, Tommy wasn’t into her, he was just being polite by engaging in a conversation with her. A conversation that lasted almost all night but whatever. It was all in her head.

So when Frances had stumbled out of the bar and almost fell on her face and Tommy was quick to grab her, y/n didn’t think anything of it. And neither did she oppose when Frances asked him for a lift home. She did live closer to Tommy and Olivia, who was driving, would have had to make an almost half an hour drive to bring her home.

However, now that it had come the time to say goodbye, y/n wasn’t feeling so sure in letting them go home alone. But it had already been all said and done and she didn’t want to appear clingy. She trusted Tommy. What was nagging her, was that she also knew Frances. And yes, they were friends but she was known to be the flirty one of the group. That didn’t necessarily mean that she’d actively flirted with their boyfriends but y/n and the other girls could never tell if she was just being herself or was really interested in the guy. And what if Tommy ended up liking her? Y/n didn’t think that Frances was Tommy’s type but she also didn’t believe attraction to be an exact science.

Eyes on their retreating silhouettes, y/n quickly went over their interactions at dinner and concluded that maybe she wasn’t exaggerating after all.

“She wants him.” Keeping her eyes on them, she talked to her friends that were behind her. She was starting to regret her decision to let Tommy bring Frances home. However, she knew that without trust, this relationship was doomed to fail even before it started.

“He doesn’t though. That’s what you need to focus on.” Olivia’s hand patted her shoulder to reassure her and letting out a sigh, y/n turned around knowing she was right.

She had to trust that nothing would happen between him and Frances, she told herself. Thinking back to the night, she got over every bit of his interaction with her to see if there was anything she’d missed that could prove to her that she was just overreacting. Frances was the kind of girl that loved to be at the centre of the attention, especially male’s ones. Tommy was attractive, it was obvious to everyone except for him maybe, but y/n knew that Frances liked him. She had been onto him all night long. Sitting in front of him, she had managed to keep him in an exclusive conversation with her since the moment they sat down. Sat on his right, y/n had been an involuntary witness. Now, of course, she hadn’t been focused on them the whole night. She had gone out to enjoy some time with her friends after all. But she could see the malicious twinkle in Frances'eyes every time she looked at him. The subtle smirk on her face when she’d say something that had drawn even the littlest of chuckles from Tommy. He wasn’t the talkative type so she did most of the talking but, thinking back to it now, y/n knew that he had kept his eyes on her for the entirety of their conversation. He was drawn to her, y/n realized in horror.

Tommy wasn’t one to show his feelings or emotion vocally but it was the little things that gave him away. And listening to you and paying attention, were some of the ways he’d show that he was interested.

How could she have not noticed that he was into her?

Climbing into her friend’s car, y/n also came to another disheartening realisation: Tommy hadn’t spared her a glance. She had dolled up for him, trying to look cute for him she had put together a daring outfit that was out of her comfort zone. She had opted for a see-through white hoodie and a lacy black bra paired with tight black jeans and heeled black boots. It wasn’t her go-to kind of look but she’d chosen it to (maybe) get a reaction out of him. Usually, Tommy was always ready to shower her with compliments whenever they’d go out. She didn’t know, however, that it’d be pointless since all Tommy had had eyes for that night was Frances.

Becka shook y/n a little to get her attention. They were in front of her house and she hadn’t even noticed. Thanking Olivia for the ride home, y/n numbly made her way out of the car and eventually into her house. She got ready for bed since it was almost two in the morning, but deep down y/n knew that she wouldn’t be able to sleep if she didn’t talk with Tommy first.

She tried to, mind you. She got into the bed, tucked herself into the sheets, tried to focus on the fresh smell of the sheets, she even tried to count the sheep, but nothing worked. She needed to know, otherwise, she’d spend the night tossing and turning. Tommy had sent her a text to let her know that he had arrived home safe and sound like he usually did. So y/n knew he was home, she just hoped that he wouldn’t mind too much being woken for this. If he even heard the phone ringing, that is.

“What’s going on?” Luckily for her, he did. His voice was filled with tiredness and as she feared, she had woken him up.

“Everything alright with Frances?”

“Yeah,” his voice trailed and the sound of shuffling filled her ears, “ you called me at two in the morning to ask me that?”

“Well, not exactly,” clearing her voice, she thought it best to stop batting around the bush. Speaking with Tommy had never been a problem for her. Not even in the beginning when she barely knew him. However, she was now finding it incredibly hard to ask him a simple question.

“Y/n?”

“Do you like her, Tommy?” The words tipped out of y/n’s mouth before she could second-guess herself.

“What?”

“You know what? This is stupid, forget it. I’m sorry I woke you up, goodnight Tommy,” y/n backfired quickly ending the call. Letting the phone fall at her side, she was now beginning to regret calling him. Did she get the answer she needed? No. Did it change anything? No, apart from the fact that she was now feeling stupid too. Calling him in the middle of the night just because she was feeling self-conscious and feared that he liked another girl? C’mon y/n, you know better.

Great, as if the situation wasn’t already ideal, she had started talking to herself too. From good to better. All this mental activity and self-fustigation were proving to be good at something for she was starting to doze off. However, as her eyes fluttered close and her breath was about to settle, a noise startled her. A noise she knew too well: little stones were being thrown at her window. Someone was trying to get her attention and despite her almost asleep state, she knew who it was.

Only stopping to get her coat, y/n hurriedly got out of her house hoping that no one had heard the noise. She didn’t care that she was in her pyjamas with most certainly crazy hair, she could only think of getting out of this terrible cold and inside Tommy’s car.

“What are you doing here?”

“I came to check on you. You call me in the middle of the night when I know for a fact that you sleep like a log. I got worried.”

“You didn’t have to, Tommy. This could have waited ‘till morning.”

“Could it?”

“I acted on impulse, alright? I was thinking about it and I needed to know, that’s why I called you.”

“Why were you thinking about it?” But y/n was tired of getting around it, she was saying the truth when she told him that she needed to know. So she asked him a question of her own.

“Do you?”

“Do I what, y/n?” It seemed that Tommy still wanted to play games, however, she was having none of it. With a pointed look, she silently asked him to stop playing around.

Shuffling in his seat, Tommy nervously scratched his beardless face before scrolling his shoulders and muttering a quiet no. But it didn’t convince y/n in the least.

“Do you find her attractive?” She insisted, noticing how uncomfortable Tommy was. She fought against the little voice inside her head that was taking all these little gestures of his as proof. Until he confessed with words, there was still a chance that she could have misread the whole situation. She felt pathetic for hanging so tightly onto a slight possibility, but whatever. The game was still on.

“Why are you asking me this, y/n?”

“Why are you avoiding the question, Tommy?”

For a while, they just stared at each other. Y/n with a slight accusation in her eyes while Tommy looked like a scared kitten. He didn’t know what to do. He felt put on the spot and didn’t know how to react. This was why he didn’t do relationships. They were messy and complicated. But then again, she was asking a simple question and trusting him enough that he would tell the truth. Tommy, on the other hand, knew that he couldn’t do that. If he did, it would only cause troubles and his life was already complicated as it was.

“I saw how you were looking at her tonight,” she started, hoping that by taking the lead he’d be prompted in answering her question earnestly as well, “ and then how you let her touch you and how your hands were all over her too.” Looking away and staring at her feet that were suddenly so interesting, she tried to find the right words to express her thoughts. “I always thought you were a private guy. Reserved and not very affectionate. People show their affection in different ways and so I thought that yours were not the touchy type. You never complain when I shower you with affection so I accepted this as the way our relationship was.” “But, you have never touched me the way you touched her tonight.”

“She was drunk and could barely stand on her feet,” he defended himself.

“Are you saying that that’s the only way you’ll ever touch me or is it just an excuse to avoid telling me that the reason why you’re not touching me is that you’re not attracted to me?” Her tone got sharper as she kept speaking, her head whipped towards him. But again, she got no response. Tommy did only stare back at her.

“Look, Tommy,” sighing she continued, “ you can’t really control who you’re attracted to, right?” She stared back at him, “I just want to know.”

“You’re right, I’m not very affectionate. Not in the normal sense, anyway.” “And yes, I think she’s attractive.” “My hands were not all over her tho’, I was just helping her out.”

Now that she had got what she wanted, she should feel accomplished. However, she was left feeling only more confused. He admitted that he did find her attractive but that wasn’t why he had touched her. Maybe the last point was true, maybe she had exaggerated a little. But there was still the fact that he liked her.

“Is this why you were so into her during dinner?”

“She talked and I listened, that’s it.”

She scoffed. “You’ve only had eyes for her Tommy, can you at least admit that?”

“That ain’t true, she was in front of me, where was I supposed to look?”

“I was at your side Tommy, not that far away.” she muttered before asking, “Did you like my outfit?”

“It was nice.” But she knew he was lying.

“What was I wearing?” Y/n insisted, if there was something she hated, it was liars.

“Y/n c’mon, I never remember what you wear.” He groaned trying to come out of this clean.

“Maybe, but you always tell me I’m beautiful.” she smiled shyly tearing her eyes away from him, feeling a little stupid after saying that.

“You always look beautiful, y/n. You don’t need me to say it.” Chuckling with mirth, she shook her head, reading through the lines of what he was saying.

“You can’t remember because you didn’t look at me, Tommy. Not even once during the whole evening.” she pointed out. Tommy, again, didn’t deny nor confirm but at this point, he didn’t need to.

Nodding to herself, she stared at her hands curled on her lap. Now that the truth was out, she needed to make a choice. Stay with him and convince herself that nothing really happened or part ways with him. The thing in itself could be perceived as something small and not worthy of a break-up, this much y/n knew. Of course, you can’t expect your partner to not find other women or men attractive just because they were in a relationship. And she had been honest when she told him that we can’t control who we’re attracted to. And yeah, that tickled her biggest insecurity but it didn’t bother her that much. She wouldn’t break up with him solely for that. What did bother her though, was that this attraction he felt was, in some way, getting in the way of their relationship. He wasn’t attracted to some Instagram model, Frances was part of Y/n’s group. And even if Tommy had said that he was just helping her out and that’s why he had touched her, y/n couldn’t ignore the fact that, for whatever reason, he had never really touched her. Were the two things connected? She didn’t know, she could only speculate because Tommy hadn’t answered her. Was it possible that she was just overreacting? That this was just how he was and she was creating a problem where there wasn’t one because she couldn’t ask him something that she knew he couldn’t give her and then construct a case on the fact. But was it what she was doing? Or were her concerns legitimate?

Tommy shifting slightly on his seat brought y/n back. She was overthinking this. The only way she could sort this out was by talking to him. Turning her head slightly she peeked at him from the corner of her eyes. She knew that Tommy wasn’t a talker and she had a feeling that she wouldn’t get much more out of him tonight. It was getting late or well early, anyway so maybe it was best to discuss this again after a night’s sleep.

“Thank you for coming by, Tommy. And for your honesty but I think it’s best if we save this for tomorrow.” Her voice startled him a bit, he was also lost in his thoughts. Y/n then went to open the car door to get out of it just as his hand reached out to hers.

“Wait,” Tommy’s voice halted her and he waited for her to turn around before speaking again, “are we good?” The honesty and the innocence of the question made her heart tighten and she wanted nothing more than to tell him that everything was fine. But he had been honest with her so she owed him the same treatment.

“I don’t know,” y/n whispered reluctantly looking into his eyes. She went to get out again but he pulled her gently to him before she could.

“At least give me a kiss,” he muttered shyly while his eyes flickered to her lips. He knew that she was hurt and still hadn’t made up her mind about what to do, but at the same time, he knew that if she kissed him it meant that she wasn’t that mad and that things were going to be alright eventually. So when she just stroked his cheek gently, looking at his lips with what he recognised as longing, and then pulled away from him, he felt his breath get stuck in his lungs. She hadn’t allowed herself to kiss him. Otherwise, she would have forgiven him too quickly. But this matter was important and she needed to sort her head out and understand how she felt about it before she could allow him to swap her off her feet with a kiss.

Watching her walk back to her house, Tommy knew that things were about to get rocky. He felt like this was his fault but at the same time, he felt clean enough to say that he hadn’t done anything. He did think that Frances was attractive but he hadn’t acted out on the feeling. Yes, thinking about it, he could see why y/n said that he had only had eyes for her at dinner. Was it because he was pulled to her? Not exactly. The girl had talked his ears off all evening and the only reason why he put up with it was that y/n was sitting right beside him. Anchoring him, calming him. If there was something y/n had gotten right was that he wasn’t affectionate. He very rarely would wrap his arm around her, or hold her hand in his or put his hand on her thigh when they were sitting next to each other but it wasn’t because he was too taken by Frances that he didn’t even notice y/n beside him. In all fairness, Tommy had never thought that she’d want him to do something like that. Y/n was very shy and reserved too so when they’d walk together or stand close to each other, she would keep her distance so he took it as a sign that told him that she didn’t want to be touched. It seemed like they both thought the same thing and instead of respecting the other’s boundaries like they thought they were doing, they were only driving each other apart.

Tommy had a half mind to get out of the car and make her come down again but looking at the time on the dashboard, he thought against it. Tomorrow was almost here anyway, he could wait another couple of hours. Pulling out of her driveway, he knew that sleep wasn’t an option anymore. Better to put this time to use and think about the right words to say, he guessed.

The following day

They say that night brings good counsel. It certainly didn’t bring sleep to either of them. Y/n couldn’t help but overthink the whole situation trying to figure out if she could work this out with him or if this was one of those things she wasn’t willing to accept. On the other side, Tommy had spent the night trying to think of the next step. Even though he thought he hadn’t done anything wrong, he was smart enough to know that he was in a tough spot. He didn’t regret telling the truth because he knew that y/n deserved it and that she’d be more willing to work it out if he was. However, no matter if honesty was the best policy, it still had some repercussions. He could only hope that they weren’t irreparable.

So, his whole working out routine was spent thinking. He knew that he cared about her and that being in a relationship meant that there would be some rough times. And while he hadn’t expected them to happen so early in the relationship, he still thought that y/n was worth the hassle that the inevitable confrontation would bring. It was now around lunchtime and he still hadn’t come up with a speech.

Since it was Thursday, he knew that she’d be leaving university in about an hour. He wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible, Tommy didn’t want to get used to the heavy feeling that had taken over his heart since last night, so he opted for picking her up. Luckily he had enough time to go back home, change and still make it on time for the end of her lessons.

And he did make it on time, he was even early so he got out of the car and leaned on its hood to wait for her- this way he was sure that y/n would see him. There wasn’t a bell that went off, signalling to everyone that the day was over. Maybe it was because the lessons had so many different timetables that it was impossible to stay behind them all. Tommy didn’t know any of y/n’s classmates so when he started seeing people walking out of the building, he couldn’t guess if y/n was about to come out too. Oh well, he thought, he’ll have to wait and look out for her. He kept his eyes on the crowd and felt himself cringe when they fell onto Frances’ face. He was about to look away and hide in his car but it was too late, she spotted him. She instantly smiled at him and made her way over to him while Tommy looked frantically over her shoulders hoping, praying, not to see y/n.

Time was not his best friend today though, because as soon as he tore his eyes away from the crowd to greet Frances that was now in front of him , y/n walked out of the building and was making her way towards where they were standing since Tommy had parked right in front of the University entry. He had done it so that he wouldn’t miss her walking out but now that things weren’t going according to plan, he actually regretted the choice. Y/n was talking with Olivia so she didn’t immediately see them. Of course, she was bound to and when she did she stopped dead in her tracks.

She… she didn’t know what to think. They had parted on the shared thought of talking the following day but she hadn’t expected him to come to pick her. If he even had come for her because by the look of it, it didn’t seem so. Maybe she really had been stupid in letting him off the hook partly and even considering staying with him. She tried to not make a big deal out of his attraction to Frances thinking that it was somewhat normal but now? Seeing them together? She found that she couldn’t just walk past this. They needed to address this problem and talk it through, however… did they really have to? Wasn’t it clear enough that Tommy was interested in Frances? At this point, what good does it do to talk? He had made his decision, it seems.

“Y/n…” Olivia warned her. She knew her friend well and looking at her staring at the couple, she was certain of what she was thinking. And while she found the whole situation a bit disturbing and unusual, she knew that Tommy did care for y/n and that the only way to solve this was to talk it through. But by the look on her face, it seemed that y/n had already made her mind up .

“You have to distract them,” y/n instructed her.

“What?”

“Please, I can’t do this right now. I need to walk past them without them seeing me.” Yes, Olivia thought that this wasn’t the best way to deal with the situation but y/n was her best friend, and she’d always support her.

“Okay,” she conceded, “but just so you know, I do not approve of this,” she let her know before instructing her to meet her at the car. And then Olivia turned around and walked toward Tommy and Frances. While she was too busy talking about god knows what, Tommy was still looking around. Olivia could only imagine who he was looking for, but she had a pretty good idea. This only proved that she was right. But she knew that other than giving y/n her input on the situation, she had to leave it to her. Even if it meant watching her crush into the wall of her mistakes. Then she’d pick her up and dry her tears but for now, she’ll play along.

“Hey, guys. Frances, I thought you had already left.” Addressing her directly, Olivia moved so that the University entrance where y/n was standing was not in their line of sight anymore. She didn’t even bother hearing Frances’ response, once she had checked that y/n had slipped away unnoticed, she quickly said her goodbyes.

“Oh would you look at the time, I need to go.” And just like that, she left them and walked quickly over where her car was and where y/n was waiting for her. Unaware but unbothered by the two's reaction to her weird behaviour, Olivia almost laughed when she saw how y/n had tried to disguise herself.

“Are you running away from the law?” She snickered when y/n flinched at her sudden appearance but quickly unlocked the doors and slipped in all the same. At the same time Olivia pulled away from the parking lot, Tommy was realizing that there weren’t any more people coming out of the building. So y/n had either not come to University at all that day, or she was avoiding him. There was no way that she’d walked out and not saw him standing there. As Frances kept talking about whatever, dread suddenly filled him as he realized that of course, she had seen him. Y/n had inevitably seen him and that meant that she had also seen him standing there with Frances. And even if he had only begun to know her a little, he could swear that y/n had most definitely misread the situation.

“Was y/n in today?” Tommy didn’t even realize that he had interrupted her rudely, but he didn’t even care if he had to be honest.

“Yes, I haven’t seen her since the last lesson ended though.” Frances looked puzzled but Tommy got exactly what he wanted from her. He quickly excused himself and hurriedly climbed into the car. His phone automatically connected to the car via Bluetooth and he asked for it to call y/n as he tapped into the traffic. But of course, she didn’t answer.

In a black Mini a few miles ahead, Olivia glanced down at y/n’s phone when she saw the screen light up and shook her hand in disapproval when her friend denied the incoming call.

“You’re making her win, you know,” Olivia observed keeping her eyes on the traffic.

“It’s not her Liv, I don’t think there’s anything I can do about it,” y/n sounded resolute and defeated but it went over Olivia’s head how could she be so blind and such a pushover.

“Listen y/n, I’m not saying that this is easy nor that it’s all in your head because he was pretty open about it, right? What I’m saying is that it doesn’t matter if he is attracted to her, you told him yourself that it’s something we can’t control. What should matter is who he is choosing to be with.” Taking advantage of a red light she turned to y/n to make sure that her words got to her.

“Have you not seen them before? He’s made his choice alright,” y/n’s voice trembled a little as she made this observation that, to her surprise, made her best friend snicker.

“Oh please, how blind are you? He was clearly waiting for you.” Liv was stating the obvious in her point of view but y/n hadn’t really thought about it that way.

“Do you think so?” She shyly asked her friend. Was it possible that she had misread the whole situation? In the meantime, Tommy was still calling her and she was still not answering. But she wasn’t declining either.

“You should really talk to him,” Olivia suggested as Tommy’s name appeared for the tenth time on her best friend’s phone. Y/n stared at it while she pondered Liv’s words.

And then she accepted the call.

“Y/n?” Tommy spoke as soon as he heard the call going through, “where are you? We need to talk, please.”

Maybe Olivia was right, y/n thought, maybe she had got it all wrong. Tommy had never sounded so… desperate.

“I’m almost home, meet me there?” She proposed, nervously twisting the fabric of her jacket with her fingers. Tommy agreed and she ended the call under the approval of Liv’s eyes.

Y/n didn’t know if it had been the traffic being almost nonexistent or if Tommy had driven recklessly but they both arrived at the same time. While she thanked Liv for the lift and promised to call her later, Tommy parked in her driveway.

They started working towards each other at the same time but stopped a few feet away. In a stranger’s eyes, they must have looked weird, standing like they were, a few feet away, staring at each other.

“Listen-”

“So-”

Of course, true to their awkward selves, they spoke at the same time, cutting each other off. Strange as it may seem, it helped diffuse the tension a little since both of them found it amusing. Softly nodding her head, y/n prompted Tommy to talk first. It looked like whatever he had to say, he needed to get it off his chest. But why was it that now that he had her attention, none of the words he had previously prepared were coming out? Why were they stuck in the back of his throat? There was no reason to be nervous. He would explain everything and y/n would understand and forgive him.

Taking a deep breath he decided to start from the beginning and work from there.

“I know you’ve seen me with Frances early,” he started tentatively. Eyes boring in hers, he tried to convey everything he was feeling through them. Y/n had always told him that he had expressive eyes, he hoped that they could help him now. When y/n nervously shifted on her feet and briefly looked away from him, he knew that it was her way of telling him that she did. So he moved onto the next point.

“And I know that you’ve probably misread the whole thing so I wanted to explain.” He finished and y/n could see that he was being honest and how difficult this was for him at the same time. Tommy had never been very good with words but she didn’t need a lengthy speech, she just needed him to answer two simple questions and then they could move on from this.

“I just need to know two things, Tommy,” halting him from continuing, she straightened her shoulders as if she was getting ready to physically bear his answers in case they weren’t what she was hoping to hear. He didn’t let out any sound but internally, Tommy was grateful that she had taken the lead. He probably would have made a mess with his words and made things worse. Hiding his hands in the pocket of his hoodie to hide his nervous gestures, he grunted. Ask away, he was saying.

“Why were you outside my uni today?” Before she could turn back and shy away from this confrontation, y/n asked the question with a firm yet kind tone. She wasn’t angry at him, not yet at least. She was just hurt by the possibility of him choosing Frances over her. But there was still a chance that that wasn’t going to happen.

Furrowing his eyebrows in surprise, Tommy wasn’t expecting that to be her first question. He answered her anyway, “I came to pick you up. Yesterday we agreed that we were going to talk today and I wanted to get this over with as soon as possible.” He didn’t mention how his heart had grown heavier since she had climbed out of his car the night before. And yet, that seemed to be what y/n wanted to hear. Her cheeks reddened slightly when Tommy admitted that he was yearning for reconciliation. Well, maybe yearning wasn’t the right word to use but whatever. Even if y/n didn’t know, it was actually spot on.

The second question was the one that would actually seal the deal, and no matter if she was a little more heartened by his first answer, she was still on edge.

“Who do you want to be with?” And there it was. As the words fell out of her mouth, she realized that this was the important thing. The only thing she needed to know and the only thing that truly mattered. Because whoever Tommy decided to be with, he was actively choosing her over any other woman that he could meet- hopefully. It meant that whatever attraction he may feel, now and in the future, it won’t be acted upon. Because he had made his choice.

It was a simple question but at the same time, it implied a more complex concept and Tommy was aware of that. He was slightly offended that she was doubting him, however, he knew where it was coming from after their last argument. He had never been really good at figuring out what she was thinking about, where her mind was at. Tommy had always considered y/n as a girl with a busy mind, thinking about nothing and a million things at the same time. In rare times of intimacy, she had admitted that most of the time, that was what brought her to self-sabotage. Because thinking was good and everyone should be able to think for themselves, she said, the problem is when you start overthinking. That’s what always got her. So in a way, even from his clueless position on her thoughts’ process, Tommy sensed that by focusing on two simple things, y/n was forcing her thoughts to simmer down. To not listen to the voices in her head that would paint a situation more dramatic than it really was and forcing herself to look at this in a rational way.

“I wanna be with you, y/n. I’m choosing you. Always.” And just like that, with three simple sentences, y/n’s mind was put at ease. No more voices whispering that she wasn’t enough, that Tommy was better off without her, that he would soon leave her for someone better. Enough of that. Her boyfriend was here, standing in front of her, reassuring her, telling her that he wanted her. Only her.

Once, y/n had read somewhere that when you smile or laugh it’s because the body literally can’t contain the happiness you’re feeling. Looking into Tommy’s eyes, she failed to contain her smile and she realized that it was actually true. And that wasn’t the only thing she’d failed to do. After Tommy’s admission, she couldn’t bear to be apart from him anymore. Taking the last steps that divided them, her arms circled his neck and she held him close to her despite the height difference. As soon as he saw her reaching out, Tommy leaned into her and held her waist in a tight bear hug. As much as athletic Tommy was, after he’d bent like this for a while, his back would always start hurting. So, moving his hand to the back of y/n’s legs, he bent his legs to lift her up. Neither of them seemed to be wanting to let go any sooner, so he made sure that both of them were comfortable and walked over the bench on y/n’s house’s patio.

“I’m sorry I overreacted.” She rested her face on his shoulder but even if her voice had come out muffled since it was still buried in his neck, Tommy heard her all the same. Leaning back so that he could see her, he quietly spoke next to her ear.

“I’m sorry I made you doubt yourself and us,” being honest with her had led Tommy to hurt her feelings when it was the last thing he ever intended to do, “I have never thought of being with her, y/n, I swear,” he added. Y/n knew that he was telling the truth, and that deep down this whole thing escalated because it resembled one of her worst fears. She slipped her hand on the back of his head and gently massaged the scalp there while he leaned his face on hers, his cheek on her forehead. Guilt was lacing his words despite her attempt to soothe him.

“I trust you, Tommy, it’s just- seeing her so into you and then you admitting that you found her attractive it seemed like the universe was trying to show me that we’re not really meant to be,” she admitted, secretly hinting at her fear. To say that Tommy was baffled was an understatement. Apparently, he was one of those boyfriends that never had a clue of what was going on because up until now he had been completely clueless about this insecurity of hers.

“Why do you think that?”

“I’m not saying that we’re not meant to be together,” realizing that she might have expressed herself wrongly, she lifted her head so that they were face to face, “I wanna be with you and it seems that you want to be with me too and that’s all that matters,” she added hoping that the conversation would end there. They had just solved a problem, she didn’t want to cause another. Unfortunately for her though, Tommy could feel that there was more that she wasn’t saying.

“But?” he prompted her in vain. Looking at her hands in her lap, well his really, y/n avoided his eyes and his question.

“I thought you trusted me,” he added when he saw that she was reluctant to speak.

“It’s just that sometimes I wonder why you’re with me,” she whispered but given how close they were, she didn’t need to speak louder for him to hear.

“What do you mean?” His eyebrows creased, letting the line between them come through. It seemed that today her goal was to make him more and more confused.

“C’mon Tommy, you can’t be that clueless,” she scolded him getting restless on his lap. Refusing to let her get away with this and climb off of him, he gripped her waist gently to keep her in place.

“Tell me,” staring hard at her face, she was still not facing him, he encouraged her to speak. Letting out an exasperated sigh, she finally gave in.

“You’re way out of my league Tommy, even a blind person can see that.”

Okay, now Tommy was absolutely stunned. What was she on about? He knew that she wasn’t the most confident girl but he didn’t realize she thought so little of herself.

“I could say the same thing about you, you know,” he pointed out what was a totally obvious thing for him but, judging by the expression on her face, it wasn’t for her. Actually, her face expressed a mixture of surprise and anger? It was her “do you think I’m stupid?” face.

“I’m serious,” shrugging his shoulders and tightening his grip on her. Nothing but honesty in his eyes. Y/n could see that but her insecurities run too deep for her to really consider what he was saying to be true.

“You’re way too smart for me. With all the things you know, all the books you read, I’m constantly asking myself why you’re with me.” If there was one thing that Tommy and y/n had in common was that they both would rather do anything else than talk about themselves and their feelings. Let’s say that they didn’t like being under the spotlight. However, for the right reasons- or rather for the right person, they could manage to endure it. Like in this case. Tommy could set aside his reservation to open up just as she did. “There’s nothing much I can give you,” he added softly searching for her eyes that, this time, were searching for his as well.

Her heart swelled in her chest at his confession while she smiled fondly at him. Tommy never ceased to amaze her. How could he doubt himself? Not only a good-looking guy but a good guy in general. Genuinely a good guy. Her hands found their way back to his neck, holding it gently while she spoke.

“That’s not true, Tommy,” she assured him, her thumb lightly stroking his lower lip.

“Just like those things you said ain’t either,” he argued before leaving a kiss on her finger, eye contact never broken. Taking his words in, y/n finally understood. It wasn’t a matter of what was true or not. What was the truth anyway? Isn’t it everything subjective after all? Just like their perception of themselves. What they thought about themselves, wasn’t necessarily shared by others. It was almost never shared, actually. What was that saying? Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

Leaning down, their foreheads touched while she gave him an eskimo kiss.

“It’s all in our heads, isn’t it?”

“It is,” he agreed on her lips.

“Let’s make a promise then,” pulling away just enough so that she wasn’t talking on his mouth but still keeping a soft tone she continued, “in order to avoid something like this to happen again, whenever we’re dealing with our insecurities, we speak about it. I want you to come to me whenever you’re thinking like this and I’ll do the same,” she proposed. “I know it’s not going to be easy. But I really want this to work and I think this will help,” she added before he could object.

Of course, it wasn’t going to be easy. Neither of them was really keen on opening up and they both knew that. However, y/n was right, Tommy knew that however hard it’d be for him, he'd do it all the same if that meant avoiding the last few days from repeating ever again.

“I want this to work too,” he conceded implicitly sealing the promise, “can I have a kiss now?” he then asked with a slight smirk. Chuckling, y/n didn’t need for him to say it again. Closing the space between them, she placed her lips on his for a very much needed kiss. His hand trailed up in her hair to keep her in place as the kiss grew more intense. It was basically the PG-13 version of make up sex. Well, seeing how their tongues were enjoying themselves, maybe it wasn’t PG-13 that much but still, both of them would agree that sealing a deal had never felt this good.

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