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

😀😀😀I can't even say how happy I am you opened requests. So female with tommy conlon. He moves in across the street from her she can't believe her luck to have such eye candy on her doorstep but would never think of anything happening with him she's happy to admire from afar. She lives alone and is one of those people (like myself) who has anxiety and is shy and social awkward. Any way even though she trys to avoid having to talk to him and such it seems like fate keeps making it happen like maybe he does things like giving her lift home when he sees her out and stuff. And she doesn't know what to be saying to him but he thinks it's cute and is quite flirty with her. And maybe she mentioned something about hating how her garden looks and wakes up one morning to a shirtless Tommy fixing up her garden.😀 Basically him bringing her out of her shell and maybe throw a little kiss in there somewhere if you can. I'm literally screaming inside with excitement I so love when you open request your the best in the business.😘—Requested by anon

Warnings: none

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

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

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

The door shut.

Disappointment mingling with a strange elation in your chest, you clutched your mug of tea tighter and wandered away from the temptation beyond the window. It felt like ages since you had seen a man who had engendered such a strong physical reaction from you. You kicked yourself mentally, admonishing yourself to get it together.

It wasn’t like you’d ever get to meet him, let alone have a chance with him. The mere thought of trying to string together more than two words in his presence made your stomach clench, anxiety prickling across your skin. Sweat already itched at your armpits.

No, you wouldn’t meet him or entertain meeting him. It would just cause you pain.

You glimpsed back over your shoulder at the closed door across the street.

~~

Your remote work—working in an office building with coworkers milling about made you want to scream—allowed you the opportunity to notice your new neighbor’s comings and goings. He would leave early in the morning and return late in the evening. You watched him lumber down the sidewalk and ascend his stairs most nights, pretending to watch television when instead you were waiting to see him. You had been convinced his first appearance had been a figment of your imagination.

You still didn’t quite believe he was real. No one had lived in that house for almost a year. Why now?

Because you were lonely and maybe a little stir-crazy. You liked the solitude, like being safely ensconced in your home, interacting face-to-face with as few people as possible unless absolutely necessary. You had never really minded it.

But seeing the neighbor stirred something like…longing deep within you. It constricted your chest and pained you more than you would ever admit to your therapist.

A week after the neighbor moved in, you cried yourself to sleep, one thought circling your mind: It’ll never happen.

You covered the window with curtains after that.

~~

Once a week, you had to leave your house to attend therapy. Though you would have preferred speaking over the phone—regardless of the fact that stirred up panic, too—your therapist, a kind but firm woman, insisted that you leave the confines of your house to see her as part of your treatment.

Every third week of the month, you had to leave for a grocery run. The days varied based on how well you worked up the nerve to step out into the world.

Five days out of the month you ventured past your front door.

The first day you braved the outside after your neighbor had arrived, you dragged along a wire-frame push cart two blocks over to the grocer on the corner of an intersection, diagonal from the pharmacy. Keeping your elbows tucked against your torso and your head down, you kept track of people by their feet as you navigated the aisles as quickly as possible without running. At this hour, there weren’t many customers, so you were able to breathe easier.

Your nightmare was that someone would ask you a question or strike up a conversation for no reason. It hadn’t yet happened, but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t.

You plucked several canned goods off the shelf, picking food with long shelf lives. For the things that expired quicker, you selected only that which could be frozen and thawed for later. Practice had made the experience fifteen minutes long, with up to an additional ten minutes for lines at the checkout counter. You had it down to a science.

You rounded an aisle, heading toward the cashier.

Your cart collided with something solid.

Heart leaping into your throat, you jerked your gaze up out of reflex, praying you hadn’t hit a person.

You hadn’t. His hand had stopped the cart in its tracks.

You all but swallowed your tongue as you met blue-green eyes in a face too handsome to look at directly. Tearing your gaze away, you babbled, “I’m sorry!”

“S’okay,” a deep voice answered.

A thrill shot through your guts, chased by mounting dread. You pulled gently on the cart, trying to dislodge his grip, afraid he wouldn’t let go.

He relinquished the cart immediately.

“Sorry,” you mumbled again, trying to steer it around him.

“You live across the street from me, don’t you?”

You jerked your head up again, the breath knocked from your lungs as you swiped your gaze over his large frame.

Your new neighbor.

Throat closing immediately, you glanced down at your hands. Your vice-like grip on the bar turned your knuckles white.

“I’ve just, uh, seen you a couple times through the window.”

Your insides twisted further. He had seen you? That meant he had seen you staring. Cheeks hot with embarrassment, you only managed a distressed noise in your throat.

“I’m Tommy.” A hand slid into your vision.

You wanted to scream. You weren’t prepared for any interactions today beyond exchanging money with the cashier, let alone talk with the man you had fantasized about.

You stuck out your hand quickly, shook his briefly as you blurted your name. Rough callouses slid across your palm, sparking strange electricity up your arm and into your chest. Even as you snatched your hand back, you wanted to experience the feeling again.

“Nice to meet you,” he said.

“Yeah,” you managed, and scurried away from him, your whole neck burning in addition to your face. You were sure he could hear your thundering heartbeat.

Lining up behind a woman whose cart was overflowing, you loaded up the conveyor belt with your items and tried to focus on your breathing. You couldn’t abandon the store or your food, no matter how strong the urge was.

You glanced up at the convex mirror above the checkout line. Tommy approached from the aisle directly opposite.

Guts twisting, you glanced away. Your anxiety told you to pray he wouldn’t come near you, but something else in the back of your mind hoped he would.

He lined up behind you.

Heart thundering loud enough to make your arms and hands shake, you swallowed thickly and focused on the cracks in the plastic wrapped around the cart’s metal hand bar. The woman ahead of you took an eternity to finish. The cashier and bagger took even more time to ring up your items and put them in plastic.

All the while, Tommy stood behind you, calm and quiet, a presence you felt drawn to and simultaneously freaked out by. You hurried out of the store, forced yourself not to sprint even when you hit the sidewalk outside and started back home.

A few minutes later, someone fell into step beside you. Glancing aside, you jumped, nearly overturned your cart.

“I thought maybe you never left your house,” Tommy said. “Today’s the first I’ve seen you leave.”

He hadn’t just seen you—he’d been watching you. You didn’t know how to feel about that. You didn’t have a chance to find out, anxiety rendering your ability to think obsolete. All you could do was keep pushing the cart down the sidewalk. Tears threatened behind your eyes as the silence stretched. Why couldn’t you just be normal? Why couldn’t you talk to him?

Tommy didn’t seem to mind the quiet. He crossed the street with you and walked you to the steps leading up to your house. “I can get that for you.”

Without waiting for a reply, he took the cart from you and lugged it up the stairs. You trudged up after him, your whole body vibrating with anxiety. Some distant part of yourself watched everything from a remove, hoarding up insults to hurl at you later about your behavior.

“Thank you,” you eked out.

“No problem.”

Without another word, Tommy descended the stairs and headed back down the street. To your surprise, he didn’t return home but continued in the direction he normally took most mornings.

He had gone out of his way to walk you home.

Your heart flipped.

I think I need to throw up, you thought, fumbling with your keys.

~~

Two days later, you returned from an unproductive therapy session—your anxiety levels were still too high after your encounter with Tommy—to see the neighbor in question sitting on his porch steps. His hands were wrapped like a fighter, and in one meaty paw was a soda can. He sipped from it as he stared at nothing on the ground.

You hesitated by your steps, watching him. He seemed so distant you almost wanted to reach across space to draw him back.

What? Don’t be stupid.

As if hearing her, Tommy glanced up. The faraway look in his eyes disappeared. He lifted a hand and waved at you.

Swallowing thickly, you jerked a wave back, then scurried inside.

~~

Next week, Tommy was sitting on the steps again. You hesitated, wondering if he would notice you again.

As if on cue, he lifted his head and waved again. His lips didn’t pull into a smile, but his eyes were clear and kind.

You waved again, this time less jerkily, and entered your house with a strange, floating feeling buoying your steps.

Stop that!

~~

The week after, you returned home to find Tommy on your steps. Two cans of soda stood next to his hip.

You hesitated.

“Hey,” he said. “Soda?” He plucked up a can and offered you one.

Nerves twisted your stomach, but you accepted the soda wordlessly. It was your least-favorite brand, but you didn’t care. Tommy popped the lid on his and took a deep gulp, the liquid fizzing.

You didn’t know what to do, so you just stood there, the can clutched between your hands.

“How long’ve you lived around here?” he asked, squinting up at you.

Swallowing thickly, you forced yourself to answer as levelly as possible, “Two-and-a-half years.”

“Do you like it here?”

“Sometimes,” you blurted.

Amusement danced in his eyes. “Only sometimes?”

Embarrassment crept hot up the back of your neck. “Yeah, I guess. You know.” Your shrug felt like a robotic jerk of your limbs.

“Neighbors, huh?”

You caught yourself mid-nod. “Not, uh, not that you’re one of them. Annoying, I mean. Obviously you’re my neighbor.” Horror replaced embarrassment as you realized you were babbling, words spewing out of you and making you all the more a fool.

Tommy nodded. “You wanna go to the movies with me on Friday?”

You froze, your entire body locking down. “W-what?”

“The movies.” He glanced at your horrified expression, frowned. “Or something else, whatever.”

Open your stupid mouth and say something.

Gasping for air, you said, “Me?”

Idiot.

Amusement returned to his blue-green eyes. “Yeah.”

“I, uh…” Hysterical laughter pushed at your lips. “I don’t know.”

He paused. “Well, that’s okay. When you do know, you’ll let me know, huh?”

He stood, taking his can with him.

SAY SOMETHING!

“W-wait.”

He paused, turned back around.

“I, uh…nobody’s ever asked, so, uh, I don’t know how to do this,” you admitted, avoiding his gaze. “I’m not…I’m not good with people.”

“Me neither.”

You snorted. “Sure.”

“Most people I talk to I beat up.”

You jerked your head up, brow furrowing. “What?”

“I’m a fighter. Don’t really meet people outside of that.”

“Oh.”

“That a problem?”

You shook your head. “I’m not sure I can…places make me nervous. I’m not good with people.”

You repeated yourself, dumbass.

Fingers tightening on the can, you stared down at the pull tab, grinding your teeth, waiting for him to say “Forget it” and leave.

“You ever been to the beach?”

Frowning, you glanced back at him. “Um…no?”

“There’s not a lot of people this time of year, but the boardwalk’s still open. We could grab some takeout and then sit out there.”

You blinked in surprise. Anxiety reared its head, but desperate hope shoved it back.

“Yeah, okay.”

The corners of his lips lifted into a faint smile. “Okay.”

Nodding, you forced yourself up the stairs and through the front door, glancing back to see Tommy waiting for you to enter before walking back to his place. Heart pounding with a new feeling you were too afraid to identify, you held onto the soda can and wondered how in the hell you had managed to say yes.

Don’t overthink it, the voice in your head screamed.

Staring at the can, you held it against your chest and tried not to scream from excitement.

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TH Characters & WoW (World of Warcraft)

TH Masterlist

Eddie Brock

There is no end to their bickering. Each play session is filled with what others may think are progressively more aggressive monologues, but you know are essentially Eddie and Venom being like an old married couple.

It all started when you booted up the MMO to play together for the first time. Eddie was immediately drawn to the Pandaren race and Druid class. Unfortunately, the symbiote had other preferences, namely playing as a Draenei Rogue.

“But they’re pandas! Look at how cute they are!” A moment of silence. “They are *not* prey! They’re vicious killers, if need be, but they’re also endangered.” Another moment of silence. “Druids are cool because they can change into all sorts of animals.” Venom evidently wasn’t convinced. “I know pandas are animals, but these are Pandaren. That’s different.”

“Uhm, are we still gonna play or sit here all night? If so, I’m just gonna play on my own,” you cut in, growing impatient.

Before you knew it, you had a Pandaren Druid by your side. However, the session thereafter, you had a Draenei at your side.

“He thinks they’re cool because they’re similar to aliens,” Eddie explained with a light grumble.

Race & Class: Pandaren Druid & Dranei rogue

Alfie Solomons

Is it any surprise Papa Solomons is against night time gaming? Alfie will not so subtly close your laptop, regardless of whether you’re doing or a dungeon or not, when you don’t heed his warning of “ten minutes, no more, because you know blue light’s bloody bad for your eyes and sleep.”

If you have a PC, he’ll perform a hard shut off. Say what you will, but he’s handy enough to know how to do one.

Despite his strict gaming rules, Alfie will make sure that whoever you’re playing with can hear him in the background, especially if it’s a guy. That being said, if it’s a dude you were playing with, Alfie won’t tell you to never do so again. He’d never even get it in his noggin to shut you out from other people.

Though he does like to remind you of who you’re with in the bedroom.

Still, Papa Solomons love his ‘little nerdy dove’ to bits and pieces. But not enough to pay for micro transactions. Sorry, you’re on your own when it comes to that.

If he played, he’d be a Night Elf Warrior. Or so he claims, but you think he fits the grumpy Tauren Hunter character better.

Race & Class: Night Elf Warrior or Tauren Hunter

Tommy Conlon

Tommy is the last person to comment on your sleeping schedule and to not come across as hypocritical, he lets you have your WoW night sessions. There’s one condition, though. Keep it down or the PC/laptop will be turned off and forfeited for three days.

He made a promise to himself as a young kid to never become like his father, to never be as devoid of love and responsibility as Paddy. To love his girl right. Henceforth, Tommy makes sure you know he holds nothing but affection and adoration despite his occasionally gruff demeanour.

Many a night he drapes a blanket over your shoulders to prevent you getting cold, more often than not followed by a kiss to back of head. In answer, you lightly squeeze his hand, reassuring him of your love and appreciation in return. It’s through small acts like these you have built and continue to build your relationship.

He likes to watch you play, but is still a bit hesitant to try it himself. Currently, he’s thinking about trying to play as a Worgen Death Knight.

Class & Race: Worgen Death Knight

Forrest Bondurant

Forrest has gained a reputation as your mysteriously silent and stoic boyfriend among your fan base. Everyone fawns over because he brings you snacks, water, tea, or coffee. However, if you want the latter, you’d have to ask really nicely because caffeine on top of blue light is something Forrest tries to protect you from as much as possible. Occasionally, especially if you’re streaming at night, he’ll pop by to drape a blanket (he crocheted) over your shoulders.

Nevertheless, the chat had never exploded to the degree it did last night. They went positively wild when Forrest brought you tea with a slice of homemade apple pie and sat down next to you.

“What’re you doing?” Frowning, you tried to read him and discover the reason for this sudden change in behaviour. Normally, he’d pop by and leave in an instant without so much as a word. A pat on the head at most.

Forrest remained quiet, but below the desk you felt him gripping your thigh.

“Jealous someone will try to be my player number two?” you whispered.

Forrest vaguely nodded then settled against you, shoulder to shoulder. “Eat your pie before it gets cold. Don’t want no ruining food.”

And thus he sat there like a stoic bear for the rest of the stream, though he did only leave once to clear the dishes from your desk and return with a bottle of moonshine and two glasses.

During your rare private sessions, Forrest plays either as a Human Hunter or, surprisingly, Dwarf Hunter. He likes the fact you get to keep an animal companion and shoot with a crossbow. Indeed, he’s not one for guns, though he will use one when it’s better than his current bow or crossbow.

Race & Class: Human Hunter & Dwarf Hunter

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Imagine # 1,024

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Year posted - 2022

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

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

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

tws: swearing, dry humping

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why did he have to wear shorts?

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

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

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

"Fuck."

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

Tommy furrowed his brows. "Why?"

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

"Did I do something wrong?"

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

"Why?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Can I?"

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

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

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

"Should I stop?"

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

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

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

"Fuck."

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

"If you want to," Tommy breathed out.

"Are we gonna ruin our friendship?"

He shrugged. "If you want it to."

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

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

"I'm ruining our friendship."

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Part 6: Feral Love

Tommy Conlon X Belinda(FemOC)

A/N: How’s it going everyone and I am back on track with writing more for Feral Love. I have been trying my best to know where Tommy and Belinda should start falling for each other but this is just a bit of the ice peak. But I want them to develop their relationship before it gets more adorable. But I hope you guys enjoy this new part of this story I am so happy to have created. As always guys leave a comment, reblog, and drop a follow it’ll mean a lot for the page. As always guys thank you for reading and see you on the next part.

TOMMY CONLON MASTERLIST

Word Count: 4,426

WARNING 18+ ONLY!!!: Some Cussing, & Lots of Fluff!!!

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After Belinda finished dressing in clean clothes, while feeling embarrassed and dirty for what she did earlier. Trying her best to act her normal self when she sees Tommy again. It was going to be something to feel uneasy since Belinda tried her best to behave. And act as if she didn’t do such nonsense thoughts of imagining Tommy in all of his physique. Seeing that he hadn’t come out of the showers yet, she then made her way towards the small hallway leading to the front. Where she saw Brendon training with a male customer, showing them how to do proper pushups. It was nice to see Tommy’s big brother help and train people who want to try something new and better themselves physically and mentally. Which made Belinda wonder and hoped that with the gym, including Tommy’s company. It’ll help her mental state and mostly it’ll be of some use when it is necessary. Wishing it would have been useful to her when she was in high school. Standing up against bullies that pushed her and her friends around all because they were different. But that was all in the past. There really isn’t anything to do but to remember and try the best to ignore it. Being deep in her thoughts, she didn’t notice Tommy already next to her side.

“Hey, I’m back. Did I miss anything?” Tommy said, but Belinda jumped back until she noticed who it was. “oh didn’t mean to scare you. I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re ok Tommy, I was just remembering something, but it’s nothing important,” she said, giving off a small smile at him.

Tommy smiled and nodded his head while gripping on the strap of his gym bag. Belinda, however, tried her best to act normal next to him, knowing that what she did earlier in the shower still felt wrong. They both stood quiet for a moment until Tommy broke the quietness between them.

“Hey ummm… do you still want to get that drink if you’re up for it? I mean, if you don’t want to, it’s fine. We can do it another time since we did a lot today. And I’m sure you feel tired right now and I don’t want to take your time away from other things you need to do,” he asked, feeling his sweaty palms hoping he wasn’t sounding like he was pressuring on her.

“Tommy, how many times I got to tell you, you’re not wasting my time. In fact, I don’t feel tired at all. Which is strange, but it is a good weird feeling. I’ve never felt this much strength before and it feels right. And yes, of course, why would I say no. Come on, Werewolf Boy, let’s get going, yeah?” she said, giving a smile in his direction.

Tommy felt his body at ease when she said yes, not noticing he was holding back a breath. The two made their way towards the door and before leaving, Tommy called out to Tess from the front counter. 

“Hey, I’ll see you and Brendon later. I’m headin’ out with Belinda now,” he said while his brother’s wife put some paperwork down on top of the black counter.

“Alright, sounds good. You two have fun wherever you both might go too. It was nice to meet you, Belinda. I can’t wait to see you again soon. The gym is always open for you and I hope you continue coming with Tommy. It looked like you enjoyed it very much,” Tess said while walking out from behind the counter.

“I enjoyed it very much actually and yes, I will come back again. It’ll probably become a habit for me to do, especially that Tommy encouraged me,” Belinda said looking back at him, which he just gave a shy smile, “but it was also nice to meet you and your husband, you two are awfully nice I have to say.”

“Oh honey, you’re so sweet for saying that. I have to say that you’re also nice yourself and pretty by the way,” said Tess, making the young woman giggle at her comment, “but you two go on now. I’ll see you all soon stay safe out there alright?”

“Yes, we will don’t. worry, have a good day now,” said Belinda as both women exchanged a small hug. Tommy then saw his brother coming from the back, waving a hand at each other. 

“Bye Belinda, see you again soon,” called out Brendon as he saw the young woman and his little brother walking out of the gym together, feeling happy to see Tommy socializing with someone. 

Hours later, both Tommy and Belinda were walking through the park, having their cups of coffee in between their hands. Enjoying the last few rays of sunlight before nightfall fell over Philly while a few people walked one way to the other. They made their way to sit on one of the brown benches, overseeing the rest of the park. Once they both sat down, it became quiet, while Belinda took another sip from her coffee. Feeling the cool breeze against her cheeks, Tommy spoke up a moment later.

“Hey ummm… did you enjoy the workout we did today? And how do you feel so far right now?” He asked, placing his cup of coffee down on the floor underneath the bench. 

“I enjoyed it very much. I’m looking forward to going more and more. And I feel tired but fine. The coffee is helping me mostly, but it’s still cold,” she said, smiling in his direction returning the gesture.

“I’m glad you liked it and excited to bring you to the gym with me more and we can plan meals to make, our cheat days and such. If that is something you want to do, that is. Here, let me put my sweater for you,” Tommy said, removing his thick sweater from his body and placing it over Belinda’s body, thanking him.

“That actually sounds like a great idea. I’ve never done that before, but I’m looking forward to it for sure. And hehe does the coffee count as a cheat since we workout today or it doesn’t?” She jokingly asked, looking down at her cup of coffee in hand. They both chuckled.

“Yea, why not just for today but starting tomorrow is when the real seriousness takes place? But I won’t be so nice and easy when I’m teaching you more extreme workouts. Even if you try to make puppy eyes to make me not be so nice,” Tommy cheekily said, giving her a side grin while Belinda only softly slapped his left shoulder.

“Wow, how rude of you, Tommy. Hehe not even a polite kiss will change your mind?” She said out of nowhere, making her cover her own mouth quickly with her right hand, feeling her cheeks become red. 

Tommy didn’t know how to react with what she said, his eyes wide open in surprise at the unexpected comment. And yet he found it quite cute, thinking that didn’t sound like an obscene suggestion. Though he had reminded himself about what he did the previous night, knowing that was wrong to begin with. He saw Belinda like a friend and nothing else beyond that, but he knows that is a big lie to himself and Tommy knows it. They both again went mute while a person and her dog walked by them, giving a friendly nod to them which Belinda returned the nod. Still feeling embarrassed for what she said a moment ago, hoping that Tommy won’t see her differently. She drank the last few sips of her coffee and spoke this time.

“I’m sorry that came out the wrong way, really. I just thought it would be just for fun to say, but I’m guessing you see it differently than I do. I think we should get goin-.” 

“What if I said yes to your kiss? How would you react or say?” Tommy unexpectedly said, feeling surprised at what he just heard himself say to her.

Belinda looked at Tommy through his blue eyes, hoping he was joking around. But he wasn’t, and that made her feel even more insecure. Goosebumps grew throughout her body. Before she could answer his question, the most unexpected thing she never would have thought would happen. Tommy leaned forward, giving her a sweet and long kiss on her right cheek. This made her heart beat ever so quickly, not believing in what just happened. She caressed her cheek with her fingers, looking back at Tommy, giving off another small smile holding back a chuckle. 

“Ummm… sorry just thought… giving you a kiss on the cheek would have seemed more appropriate… is that ok with you?” He shyly said, looking down at his hands while feeling his immense body become warm as well as his cheeks.

Belinda took another moment to get her sense back until feeling a small smile forming against her lips. Without Tommy noticing, Belinda returned the gesture. This time, her kiss was sweeter and tender against his left cheek. 

“Just so we can be even and hey Tommy, what did I tell you already? Don’t be sorry and to answer your question, yes it is alright with me Werewolf Boy. Knowing that it is you who said it and nobody else,” she said with a smile, hoping it’ll make him feel more comfortable.

He only nodded and smiled, relieved that things didn’t become awkward. Belinda scooted closer to him without asking and gently rested her head on top of his left shoulder. Tommy said nothing at her unexpected action, feeling her hands wrapped around his arm. Without another word, he placed his chin on top of her dark hair, wrapping her closer with his right arm, not wanting to let go. They both stayed close to each other for a good while, seeing the sky become dark while small shining stars and a big full bluish moon appeared above them. However, from far behind them, they were being watched closely by someone who wasn’t pleased to see what they were witnessing. Gloria felt enraged seeing Tommy being with another woman and how he was very close to her. She tried her best to steady herself, but it was very hard to do so. Instead, she just turned the other way around and walked the other way to her home. Not believing in what she saw in front of her eyes.

So that’s why you’re not into me anymore then, Tommy? Well then, enjoy it as much as you like honey, because I’m going to ruin everything for you. Just wait and see…

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Thursday

The small studio-like apartment smelled of both lavender and cinnamon, giving it a very homey and relaxing atmosphere. Belinda, Lethia, Morticia and some members of The Silent Souls have been recording for what felt like hours since 10 in the morning. Which was a record for everyone since they mostly didn’t get up very early. Tommy, in the meantime, was relaxing throughout the entire session, enjoying the sound of every instrument being played and seeing how Belinda tried her best to write the lyrics. While playing the guitar, to give a hook for the words. He thought it was nice to see and was amazed at how dedicated and passionate Belinda was putting the work in. Comparing her to the night he met her at the bar, where she looked miserable and soulless to a sudden creative, bright, and talented girl with many dreams. It was as if Tommy could see Belinda’s wings spread open free and being herself and not pretend to be someone that isn’t her. While he was laying flat on one of the black couches while hearing everyone play one instrument after another, he didn’t realize Belinda was approaching his way. She playfully patted his long legs, which made him come back to his senses.

“Oh crap, you scared the shit out of me. I thought you were sleeping,” she said between a chuckle, placing a hand against her chest frightfully.

“No, I wasn’t and hehe my bad for scaring the pants out of you. I was really hearing you guys playing. I thought that was pretty sick and can’t wait to hear the rest of the song,” Tommy said, sitting up straight, making room for Belinda to sit next to him.

“Me too. I just have a hard time fixing the right tune to fit in with the lyrics. But I know we will get there, but I’m also thinking of my other song that I’ve been working on for a while. Which nobody knows about actually,” she whispered her last words so the others didn’t hear her.

“Oh no way, are you serious?” Tommy whispered back, getting closer to Belinda, wanting to hear more than he went on, “what have you’ve come up with? Or you’re still having trouble with writing the words down?”

“No, it’s actually done, mostly. However, I’m just not sure if it’ll come out as I have it pictured in my head. And well… it’s a song that is very personal for me, you know what I mean?” She said, hoping that he understood what she meant.

“No, I totally get what you’re saying, but you shouldn’t be nervous about how you play and sing the song. But I’ll tell you what I know. It’s going to be a song that I would like to hear when you feel ready, of course,” Tommy said reassuringly, giving that cute smile that Belinda has grown to like very much.

She simply nodded her head, ruminating on what he just said, which he was right mostly. Before she continued on, Lethia interrupted them, holding a black guitar in her hands.

“Hey you guys, what’s up? We are actually heading out to get some dinner and we’re thinking of getting some chicken wings. Are you guys up for it or can we get something else if you like?” Morticia suggested placing the instrument against the side of one of the black armchairs.

“Oh, chicken wings sounds like a good choice to eat. Don’t you think Werewolf Boy?” Belinda said, looking back at Tommy, which he agreed with both friends.

“I’m good with anything really, but yea, why not funny thing is that I’ve been craving that food for a while. So you all read my mind to be fair,” he said with a smile, looking between both girls nodding in reply.

“Alright great, I’ll let the others know then,” said Lethia while from behind everyone was making their way out of the studio. 

“You know you guys go on ahead. I actually want to show Tommy a small project that we have been working on. And I think he should be the first to witness it,” Belinda said with a quick wink at her friend, which she just gave her a thumbs up.

But in reality, Belinda was actually going to play the song that she told Tommy about. And mostly, she wanted him to be the first to hear it before anyone else did. 

“Oh yea that thing alright sounds good,” replied Lethia covering her mouth with her right hand knowing what her friend meant, “Well then I’ll see you guys later and I’ll send you the address of the restaurant too, hon. Be careful on your way over too, ok?” 

“We will Lethia don’t worry but yea, please if you can but see you later,” said Belinda as both girls exchange a side hug from each other.

As they saw Lethia and Morticia be the last people to leave the apartment, Tommy then got up from the couch. Once the sound of the door was closed, they were now both left alone. Belinda tighten her hands nervously together for what she was about to do next. 

“So what was it you wanted to show me about your project you’re doing, Dracula Girl?” He asked while he picked up the black guitar, trying his best to rest it against his body. 

He then tried his best to play some tunes, but they all came out awful and noisy. Belinda smiled at seeing him fooling around, but it was adorable to see. While he was busy experimenting with the guitar a bit more, she then felt confident about what she wanted to show him. Feeling her breathing more relaxed this time, she went on ahead to say her next words.

“Tommy… how would you feel to be the first person to hear and witness the song that I told you about earlier?” She said, biting her lips together, hoping that she was doing the right thing.

When Tommy heard this, he stopped playing the guitar all together as he looked up to see her face. He had to take a minute into what she just told him. But knowing what Belinda said made his heart flutter with excitement.

“You mean like right now at this very moment?” He said, sounding so unsure, Belinda slowly nodded her head feeling her cheeks become red.

“I just… thought it would be nice if you were my first audience before anyone else, you know? But it’s ok if you don’t want to. It was more of a suggestion than something el-.”

“No Belinda please, I mean… really, I want to hear it. I believe me. Here,” he said, handing out the guitar towards her, which she wasn’t so sure of at first, but she then gave in.

Taking the guitar from his hands, she smiled at him, feeling the nerves but excitement building inside of her. Tommy sat next to her right side, making himself feel comfortable, also feeling expected of what Belinda was about to play for him. She adjusted herself underneath the couch while stringing a few notes, making sure the instrument was not out of tune. Once satisfied with the sound, Belinda felt her right hand begin to slowly shake. She took a few slow breaths, trying her best to feel relaxed, though it wasn’t helping that much. Then a gentle hand was on her left shoulder, looking to her side where Tommy sat. 

“Hey don’t be afraid. It’s ok, just don’t overthink. It, let yourself go,” he soothingly said to Belinda, giving her an encouraging smile and, with his words, she felt more at ease.

She stood straighter than before and, stringing the guitar one more time, she let the music take control of her.

 “I took the mother road

Down to goddess flesh

I swallowed the key

I want to learn to swallow my pain

Hallowed the fruit, hallowed thy name

Guess I needed something to break me

Guess I needed something to shake me up

Guess I needed someone to break me

Guess I needed someone to shake me out

While her loving voice fascinated Tommy, he slowly bobbed his head to the rhythm of the notes. Paying close attention to the lyrics that he found different and yet things that he could relate to from a personal perspective. But it was something hauntingly beautiful he found about it.

Afraid to live, afraid to die

Building a broken but precious web

Like a spider in Chernobyl

And when the cattle low, something is on the horizon

I do not have a child

But I’m old enough to know some pain

And I’m hell bent on loving you

Women know what it is to endure

Guess I needed something to break me

Guess I needed something to shake me up

Guess I needed someone to break me

Guess I needed someone to shake me out

It was you

It was you

Belinda looked up and gave a smile to Tommy, which she just blushed as she continued singing the song.

Bloom and eclipse them, wake up and transform

Bloom and eclipse them, wake up and transform

Bloom and eclipse them, wake up and transform

Bloom and eclipse them, wake up and transform

Bloom and eclipse them, wake up and transform

Bloom and eclipse them, wake up and transform

Bloom and eclipse them, wake up and transform

Bloom and eclipse them, wake up and transform

Guess I needed something to break me”

Once the last notes of the guitar were played, the song came to a slow stop. There was a slight moment of silence between the two until Tommy was the first to speak.

“Wow… that was beautiful, see what did I tell you?” He said, giving her another warm smile. Belinda only just shrugged her shoulders.

“It’s just a Tommy song. There’s really nothing special about it,” she then said, placing the guitar on her right side of the couch.

“Just a song?” He exclaimed out making her look back his way, “Are you kidding me Belinda? That was amazing. You should really tell the others what you have created. Believe me, the public will love it since I’m the first to hear it. And let me tell you that as your first critic, it will be a big hit.”

Belinda thought he was joking around, but she knew he was being truthful. She replied with a nod of her head and a smile, believing in what he just said. 

“Alright fine then. You win, Werewolf Boy, and thank you for being. Honest, that means a lot,” Belinda said, letting out a small chuckle while fiddling her hands together, feeling warm all over her body.

It was quiet once again however Belinda was thinking of something that she wants to do Tommy. However, she thought it was a risky action to take a step forward. Not wanting to ruin anything that she and Tommy have been growing together in their friendship. But the best of her intimate side got the best out of her.

“So hehe yea, do you want to get going before it gets lat-.”

Suddenly, his words were cut out, feeling something soft against his thick lips. The kiss was pleasantly warm as both Belinda and Tommy continued to exchange a longer kiss. They held hands between each other while Tommy’s right hand gently caressing the back of her head. Belinda let out a small, inaudible gasp, hugging him closer to her body. She felt her back resting on top of the couch as Tommy hovered above her body. Not letting go of a single inch of her small lips that he couldn’t seem to get enough of. He gently grasped her right thigh while he felt her hands hugging around his neck. Belinda’s mind was going all over the place until she felt one of his hands going under her long sleeve shirt. She quickly sat up away from the couch, breathing out for air and feeling her heart palpitating. 

“I’m sorry Tommy. I… I don’t know what came over me. Please forgive me,” she said between stutters, freaking out uncontrollably, not wanting to make eye contact with him.

She covered her face with both of her hands, knowing she made a huge mistake. Tommy, however, didn’t seem to be bothered by it.

He placed a hand on top of her knee, wanting to reassure Belinda that she did nothing wrong.

“Hey, hey, it’s ok. I also should be sorry too. Honestly, I let myself get carried away, too. I hope you know I am not mad. Just didn’t expect you were going to give a kiss and can I be honest with you,” he said seeing in her face she felt uncomfortable and out of place but Tommy then gently grabbed her chin between his right fingers wanting her to look him in the eyes, “I… I’ve been wanting to do something like this to you for a while but I was just afraid to tell you because I still want to take things slow. You know what I mean. I like you Belinda very much. But it is you who has the last word and wants to go forward with our relationship. So please don’t feel bad and just know I’m more happy than upset.”

And with that, she let her body relaxed and so did her heartbeats, glad to know that they were both on the same page. She placed her hand against the side of his right cheek and he felt at ease.

“I’m glad that we both see eye to eye. Tommy, I also like you a lot, but you are right. It’s best we both take things little by little. I also don’t want to ruin our bond, but just know that you’re not as bad a kisser then I thought you would be,” she said jokingly while Tommy arched an eyebrow at her.

“Wow, that really hurt my feelings, you know. Well then, I also thought that your lips would feel dry and nasty,” he clashed back, which Belinda jokingly made an offended face at him.

“Tommy, what the hell you're so rude,” she said as she playfully gave him a light slap on his right arm as both laughed together in unison. 

“I’m just fucking with you, Dracula Girl, but I got to say you have one of the smoothest lips I have ever felt in my life. And I’m being real with you,” he said with a cheeky smile, making her feel warm once more.

“Awww well thank you Werewolf Boy, your lips also felt nice to feel too. I enjoyed it very much. And I think I tasted a bit of mint while we kissed,” she then said, making Tommy laugh at this.

“Well, I’m flattered hehe, but thank you. And by the way, should we get going and meet with Lethia and everyone, or do you want to stay longer?” He asked, not wanting to really leave, but he felt his stomach rumble.

“No, you’re right. We should get going in actually getting hungry and they might be waiting for us. And hey Tommy… is it ok if I can give you one more kiss? If that’s ok with you,” she said shyly, hoping it wasn’t much to ask.

Without saying another word, Tommy smiled as he leaned in to place another small kiss. She chuckled and smiled between their lips, gently placing her hands on his cheeks, not wanting to let go. But it lasted for a short amount of time as they then made their way out of the apartment, as they both now shared a secret relationship with each other.

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#plymouth #c!ponk #erik phantom #haku shota #tommy conlon imagine #the midnight club #grant #this is good #wapo #dream warriors

[reineyday]

rewatched newsies 2017, decided spot conlon was my favourite, started reading sprace fic, and now here i am feeling soft about how "conlon" is of irish/gaelic origin and means "hero" 🥺 i hope they did that on purpose ahh

#rei rambles #newsies #spot conlon #he wears a red tank top and has amazing arms and ppl are intimidated by him but he comes through at the end of the day #ofc he's my fave newsie now lol :') love the tough guy characters haha #also very helpful that everything about him reminds me of jason l o l imagine jay being a park row newsie im love 😭😭💕 #in my previous era my fave newsie was davey and i still love him too but like... tommy bracco's spot tho :')))💖 love him.

[hecateslore]

https://www.tumblr.com/dicapriho/627803967243583488/dicapriho-tom-hardy-as-tommy-conlon-warrior?source=share

this is so simon......(imagining him with a lil buzzcut here)

MY MAN MY MAAAANNNNNN

#lunden’s response ❀— #buzzcut!simon #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon ghost x reader #simon riley imagine

[potter-solomons]

Tom Hardy edition: Husband, one night stand, best friend.

Husband: ALFIE I NEED YOU 24/7 SOLOMONS

One Night Stand: James Delaney (imagine how freaky).

Best Friend: Tommy Conlon (I know, he's beautiful, but he'd be so loyal and sweet).

@darklydeliciousdesires @hecatemoon87 @buttercup32sstuff

TAG AND PLAY AWAY

#tom hardy #facepuller

[hecatemoon87]

Hey darling, i hope you are doing fine!

I'm going through a real hard time right now and i'm in a constant cycle of being sad, growing desperate, start crying, getting angry (mostly at myself cuz i'm a useless piece of 💩) cry some more and then just feeling numb until the sadness returns and everything starts over again.

How do you think the different Hardy characters would deal with that? Alfie, Eddie, Tommy, Bob, Forrest and all the other wonderful characters? Sorry for bothering

Dear Friend,

I'm sorry to hear that you're feeling down. It sounds like you are struggling with some overwhelming emotions. And that is something that I can relate to.

Let me first say, you are not a useless piece of sh*t. You are a wonderful human being who is trying their best at existing in a complicated world.

The complexity of the world is confusing and frustrating. And sometimes it is hard to process all the negativity, causing emotional anguish at a level equal to physical pain.

What you need to know is that the universe sees good, and it wants you to feel good. As long as we try to do better, be kind, tolerant and patient we can find balance between our mind and spirit.

You are worthy, you are good and you are strong. It is okay to cry, it is okay to have bad days, it is okay to feel what you're feeling. But I just want you to know that you are more than you think you are.

You have more power than you could possibly imagine, it's in your heart, believe me, it's there. You just gotta search for it, and you'll find that you are strong, powerful and filled with goodness.

Now, you are interested in how Tom Hardy Character's would deal with such emotions? Let's see then!

Alfie Solomons

I don't think Alfie has ever processed his emotions in healthy way. He probably suffers from PTSD from the war. It would be hard not to, even though I think he is of a stronger mind than most. He certainly has anger issues, but I believe he keeps his mind occupied by challenging himself against others regarding wits and strategy. A healthy habit is to stay occupied, and Alfie is always on the move.

Eddie Brock

I think Eddie would allow himself to feel his emotions completely. He isn't the type to feel unmasculine if he cries. Though Eddie is impulsive and causes a good portion of his own drama, he seems to be able to express his emotions rather than bottling them up. I feel like Eddie would be willing to go to therapy to work on his issues. Finding a good therapist is a very helpful tool in trying to process complex emotions, and lord knows Eddie has a few of those.

Tommy Conlon

Poor Tommy, talk about a man who has experienced trauma. Instead of embracing the need to address his issues, he tries to push down the pain with pills or fighting in the ring. I think he's the type of man who would require his significant other to support him through his pain. The woman he would be with needs to remind him of his mother in some way. Meaning that she would need to give him the same love and comfort that he had lost when his mother died. Finding a support group or even just a friend is important. And Tommy needs that.

Bob Saginowski

I feel like Bob is kind hearted and a good man. But over all, it seems he can process stressful situations fairly well. He understands what is right and what is wrong. It's wrong to hurt a defenseless puppy, and it's wrong to abuse a defenseless woman. It is not wrong to bring justice to someone who is bad. And Bob is able to sleep at night with the choices he has made. This type of person is rare I think. Not to say that Bob is a psycho! He is just able to use logic over his emotions, and according to studies, it is a rare trait.

Forrest Bondurant

We all know how Forrest functions. In silence! But, oh, boy, this man FEELS things. He just doesn't show it. He experiences rage, sadness, passion and endurance in a stoic and undetectable manner. He is a man of action. You won't find him sitting around complaining. He's gonna stand up and walk out that door. And lord have mercy on whoever pisses him off! That isn't exactly healthy...violence is never the answer, but hey, it's 1931, therapy wasn't invented just yet. And not like Forrest would go...maybe Maggie could have persuaded him?

#tom hardy #tom hardy fanfiction #tom hardy fanfic #facepuller #tom hardy fan fic #eddie brock #alfie solomons #tommy conlon #bob saginowski #forrest bondurant #mental health

[littlebosleepmusings]

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Updated Masterlist (June 2022) ☽ 

(still being edited)

Archive of Our Own - you can find most of my work here as they update

Series

Collision Course (Poe Dameron x Fem!Reader, Past Kylo Ren x Fem!Reader)

Next Time We Meet (Sylvie Laufeydottir & Fem!Reader)

Side Effects (Klaus Mikaelson x Fem!Reader)

Student of Nature (Loki x Fem!Reader) (wattpad)

Somebody's Watching Me (Marvel Slasher/Horror AU, Fem!Reader)

The Last Time (Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader)

Warm Blood (Avengers & Reader/TBD x Reader) (wattpad)

Welcome to Spiderhead (Steve Abnesti x Fem!Reader)

Welcome to Westview (Pietro Maximoff x Fem!Reader) S: You’re a new resident of Westview after recently moving to town with your husband, Pietro Maximoff. Your sister-in-law, Wanda, lives only a few doors down. Things are great. You’ve always been happy and always been together…but you can’t help feel that something isn’t right.

(To be updated episodically on tumblr, but will be cross posted on AO3 as I will have a different image for each decade episode.)

One-Shots

Secret Santa (Xavier, Hank, Alex, Sean & Fem!Reader)

Imagines

A Mother’s Love (Jax Teller x Fem!Reader)

Be Careful (Jack Mercer x Reader)

Beware the Krays (Reggie Kray x Fem!Reader)

Few People In This World (Eric Northman x Fem!Reader)

Happy Birthday, Marie (Rogue x Reader)

Here Come the Queen (Margaery Tyrell x Fem!Reader)

King’s Choice (Tommen Baratheon x Fem!Reader)

Lie to Me (Victor Creed x Fem!Reader)

Lie to Me Part 2  (Victor Creed x Fem!Reader)

Lie to Me Part 3 (Victor Creed x Fem!Reader)

Moments (Jon Snow x Fem!Reader)

Never Again (Jax Teller x Fem!Reader)

Not Alone (Charles Xavier x Fem!Reader)

Not Alone pt 2 

Not Alone pt 3

Not Alone pt 4

Not Alone pt 5

Shy (Eggsy x Fem!Reader)

Stay (Charles Xavier x Reader)

The One I Want (Robb Stark x Fem!Reader)

Watchful Eyes (Charles Xavier x Fem!Reader)

Wounds (Francis Freeman aka “Ajax” x Fem!Reader)

You Don’t Have to Hide (Jax Teller x Fem!Reader)

Fanfiction (mostly old stuff)

A Blessing And A Curse (Underage OFC & Parental Figure!Bane/Talia) - on hold

A Face I Couldn’t Forget, Even If I Tried (The Joker x OFC Julia) - on hold

Face the Music (Eames x Wife!OFC Sophia) - on hold (wattpad) (ff.net)

The Fire In Your Veins (Bane x OFC Natalie) - on hold (wattpad) (a03) (ff.net)

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The Boxer Outside the Ring (Tommy Conlon x Reader)

Genre: Romance, Fluff

Pairing: Tommy Conlon x Florist!Reader

Word Count: 1.9K

Warnings: N/A, unless we count tooth-rotting domestic fluff as a warning 

Summary: The first time Tommy asked me why I took care of him, mostly by patching him up after each match, I gave him a yellow rose. A few days later I found him immersed in one of Gramps books about the language of flowers. The meaning behind the yellow rose is one of the first he learned and remembered, so he could have given me one today. However, instead he gave me something far more precious.

His company.

His time.

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Never judge a book by its cover. It’s a common saying which even applies to a man as distant and closed up as Tommy Conlon.

To be honest, I hadn’t expected much from him aside from a cold attitude and a short fuse. The stories making the rounds at the boxing school have found their way into town, even whispered among the customers when they drop by for a new bouquet of flowers. Various nicknames have been mentioned. ‘Cerberus personified’ is mentioned most. ‘Cú Chulainn incarnate’ is a common reference to the boxer among the Irish community. ‘That chap who helps out on Mondays’, however, is how Gramps used to refer to him before he learned his name.

It was a quite strange Monday about five months ago when Tommy and I first crossed paths. The weekly delivery of flowers had come in alongside an additional order for a couple of new pots. Overestimating my ability, I tried to move a cart laden with the new supplies and package material from the street onto the pavement. I pushed and pulled, but to no avail and the driver wasn’t much use either, continuing to unload the rest of the cargo.

I stiffened when a pair of rough hands appeared at the back of the cart and a gravelly voice told me: “Push it. I’ll pull.”

Without harbouring any expectations, I did what I was told.

And on to the pavement it went. 

Clad entirely in black, an imposing muscular man with eyes as blue as the ocean appeared from behind the cart. I swallowed hard and tried to make myself as small as possible because, while I was grateful for the help, an air of violence hung around him. 

“Need help?” he asked with a gentle smile on his plush lips.

Perhaps that was the moment I started to trust him.

All because of that one smile. 

“Well, if you don’t mind.” After all, it was only me since Gramps had to think about his health.

“Sure.” His expression darkened when he noticed the driver. A flicker of hardly contained anger illuminated his eyes, grown cold and full of an animalistic menace. A chill ran down my spine while I mentally made the vow to never provoke my curious helper.

He walked over to the truck, voice raised so the other man could hear him. “Shouldn’t you have done something? She has to do this by herself and you let her struggle.”

The driver remained silent, chest rising and falling quicker with each step Tommy took towards him. Fortunately, he was the target of his wrath, but I’d be just as mortified had it been me.

“There better be a colleague of yours next week who’s a little more helpful because if I see you one more time, it’ll be the last. Understood?” Tommy leaned in, making use of his imposing stature, to drive his point home twice over . 

Perhaps I should’ve said something, but all I remember feeling was relief. Maybe things would change for the better, at least in the way of being given a little more help in running the shop on my own.

Tommy nodded at the last of the supplies and plants, sitting on the street and waiting to be taken inside. “That’s the last of it?”

“Y-Yes,” the driver stammered, his complexion gone as pale as snow. He looked ready to pass out or, rather, succumb to a heart attack.

“Good. We’ll handle it from here.”

The driver rushed into the truck, started the engine, and drove off as fast as he could.

 Tommy spat on the ground and turned to me. “Ma’am, would it be alright if I help out each week here with the delivery?”

“You’ve only known me for a couple minutes.” I crossed my arms and tried to get a read on him, unsure whether he was serious or pulling my leg. “Why?”

“Because you look like you could use the help. Don’t you have colleagues, ma’am?”

“I only have my grandpa. Tell you what, I’ll let you, but under one condition.”

He narrowed his eyes, chin lifted. “Which is?”

I extended my hand as I walked over to him. “That you call me by my name from now on. I’m Y/N.”

His handshake was firm yet gentle, like he was afraid he’d break my fingers. “Tommy Conlon.”

Since then he’s been helping out every Monday morning. Combine that with a couple of dates, more than once to our favourite bakery for breakfast, and we are where we are.

Five months later, living together in the apartment above the shop.

I cringe as another surge of pain flares up in my abdomen. It truly is great being a woman. Especially the fact that each month you have to experience what Mother Nature won’t give you a receipt for so you can return it. Fortunately, Tommy took over from me earlier today so I could put on my pyjamas and curl up in bed with a cup of tea. 

After a month of unloading the weekly delivery together and gaining each other’s trust, he insisted I’d at least teach him how to use the register. However, Gramps will, as always has been the case in my absence, take care of the actual closing of the shop. It is a shame, though, I won’t get to see the customers being caught off-guard by a hulking figure clad in an apron trying his damn best to remember everything we’ve taught him about flowers and plants.

The bedroom door opens and Tommy walks in, a plastic bag from the local drugstore in his hands. He sent a text earlier saying he'd first do some groceries before heading home. “I got you pads, both for day and night.” 

I pause my series and turn onto my side to face him. Not once has he shown any sign of the discomfort most men display when dealing with tampons and the like. At first, he remained completely silent and let me browse at leisure. Yet, he now pops in the occasional question and throws around inspecting glances as if he is trying to compose a database of information essential to him. 

The mattress dips when he sits down on the edge of the bed. Brow furrowed, he pulls out one of each package. “These are the ones you use, right?”

I nod and rub his forearm. “Yeah, you bought the right ones. Good job, Tommy.”

A relieved smile spreads on his lips. “I’m more observant than you think.” He runs his hand through my hair, features soft. “Need anything? Medicine? Tea?”

“Nah, I’ll be fine. These cramps won’t kill me.”

He grabs Bun Bun, the light brown stuffed rabbit he gave me for my birthday recently, and removes the heatable component in its belly. “I’ll be right back.”

Tommy gets up and leaves for the kitchen. Albeit muted by the distance, I can hear him toss the small bag of cherry pits into the oven and the door slamming shut harder than intended. At first it used to annoy me, but I’ve come to accept he simply can’t help it because he’s stronger than he thinks. 

A giggle erupts from my throat as I envision how he tends to look whenever it happens. He’ll hang his head, handsome features contorted into an expression like a kicked puppy. The first time I saw it, it left me baffled for how could a man like him display such fragility? However, now, the only thing I’ll do is smile to let him know it’s okay. After all, he isn’t what the nicknames make him out to be.

He isn’t a cold-blooded monster.

Only a little clumsy outside the boxing ring. Moreover, he carries with him a story he hasn’t even given me a sliver of in the time I’ve known him. But that’s okay.

Sometimes things are better left untold.

I giggle and flip back over to continue watching my series. Tommy comes back a bit later, hastening to the bed while cradling the heat pack. Judging by the sound of velcro bands, Bun Bun gets once again opened up, this time for an implant. 

Blocking out the light with his broad shoulders, he looms over me to tuck the stuffie into my arms. Satisfied that I’m properly tucked in, he hums and runs his fingers through my hair. I briefly close my eyes, snuggle with Bun Bun, and lean into his touch. 

Unfortunately, it doesn’t last long since he climbs off the bed the moment after. 

Unwilling to show my sulkiness, I continue to lie with my back to him. Nonetheless, the sullenness turns into unbridled restlessness at the sound of rustling fabric. I bite my lip to suppress the urge to flip around and watch him change into his pyjamas, to enjoy the sight of his muscles outlined by the light and decorated with tattoos. My fingers begin to itch with the need to trace his back, a pleasure I get to indulge in all year round since Tommy refuses to sleep with a shirt on. To cure the itch, I entwine them beneath the sheets so they can’t go wandering off on the sensual adventure my mind is begging for yet my body refuses with all her might.

The mattress dips again, the duvet ruffling with Tommy’s struggle to get comfortable. Once he is, however, he slips a big warm hand on my abdomen. 

“What’re we watching?” he murmurs, lazily placing a kiss on the back of my head. 

“Supernatural.” I glance over my shoulder. “Have you ever seen it?”

He shakes his head.

“If you want, we can start from the first episode.”

“Nah, don’t have to. This evening is all about you, not me.”

“You sure?”

He snuggles up to me, voice low and gruff with sleepiness. “Just press ‘play’.”

Legs entwined and his sturdy chest pressed against my back, we watch a few episodes. There’s a certain magic in two introverts sharing the same bubble. They are in a world of their own yet able to connect in a way others can’t. Silence is our language and his words tonight wrap me in a familiar cosy and secure cocoon.

It has already gone completely black outside, the moon bright in the sky, when a soft snoring cuts through the sarcasm and old rock songs. Puzzled, I pause the episode to make sure the noise isn’t my laptop breathing its last or in the series. Neither of which seems to be the case since the noise cuts through the silence regardless. 

A displeased grunt falls from Tommy’s lips when I try to look over my shoulder. I let out a breathless laugh, shut down the laptop, and carefully manoeuvre myself to face him and tuck him in. Instinctively, he props himself beneath my chin, nose pressed against my neck and his arms wrapped around my waist to keep us close together. 

I caress his short brown locks and press a tender kiss on the scar on his forehead, an injury he sustained recently in a boxing match. Slowly, my mind grows foggy while my limbs grow heavy with sleep. 

The last thing I feel is the warm breath of a content sigh on my skin.

And the sensation of something soft though firm digging into my chest.

Poor Bun Bun, firmly wedged between us, has lost tonight’s honour of being my favourite cuddle buddy.

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Ravenous | Tommy Conlon x gn!reader

Anonymous asked: Hello! I hope you're doing good 🖤.

May I please ask for a little something using the following prompts for my sweet baby Tommy Conlon X non-binary, male, or gn!Reader:

"I got you, don't worry"+"Don't let go"

Maybe touch starved Tommy?? Reader being one of the few people he allows himself to be vulnerable with and one day it ends up being that they give him a hug as comfort and he just kinda melts?? I don't know, talking about poor Tommy is about to get me to start crying🙃.

(As always, this is just spit balling, all creative liberties to you of course!!)

Thank you 🖤!

🐍anon

summary: Tommy isn’t really expecting to have his hunger satisfied for once, and he’s not really sure what to do when it is.

tws: touch starvation, mentions of fights and bruises, smoking

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Tommy sighed heavily as he let himself into the flat he knew all too well, the fresh scent of coffee and cigarettes lingering in the air as he pushed on towards the kitchen; he liked to be there, with the music playing loudly, usually some sort of heavy metal, and no expectations for him to speak. He could be quiet, he could be angry, and no questions were asked; you didn’t ask about his family, didn’t ask about his military records.

He liked that you respected that they were difficult subjects, and only ever talked about them when he brought it up; he settled at the breakfast bar, lighting a cigarette and taking a long drag. His knuckles were bruised badly from his last fight, but he had won, and he had gotten a little cash for it to keep things afloat; he sighed, debating whether or not to go and shower or to wait for you.

It seemed like you knew what he was thinking when you walked in, holding two cans of energy drinks, you smiled when you saw him, and set one of the cans in front of him before opening your own and stealing the cigarette from his fingers. 

“You alright, Conlon?”

Tommy nodded, not wanting to upset you, but something was missing unlike it had been on other days; it was like he craved being close to you, to feel your knee pressed against his or your hand on his shoulder. It was like he was hungry, but couldn’t think of how to tell you that that was what he wanted; he couldn’t think right, he knew that.

He was in close contact with people every day when he fought - but for some reason, he was ravenous to feel your arms around him, your breath against the back of his neck when he slept beside you, your hands on his hips as you tried to get him to dance. He was starved and feral, but couldn’t think of how to tell you. 

“How was the fight?” You asked, your voice a cheerful hum. 

He shrugged, clearing his throat. “Not bad… won.”

“Tom, that’s great!” You beamed, grinning. Always so proud of him, even if he only did the smallest things. “Well done! I’m proud of you!”

He looked at you, frowning as he scratched at the side of his jaw, turning his gaze to the can as he cleared his throat. He was always vulnerable with you, always an open book and always felt more than safe and at home with you; he couldn’t remember the last time he ever felt at home. Or safe.

You seemed to pick up on it, though, moving around so that you were standing next to him; gently, you turned his stool so that you could tug him off of it, and before he could ask or say anything, you put your arms around him, and held him tightly, pressing your face against the side of his neck. 

Tommy’s bottom lip quivered, and he sniffled as he collapsed into you, clinging onto you as tightly as he could as he did his best not to sob; it was like the hunger, the ravenous and destructive starvation, was melting away a little bit. Like it was being chipped away with every second you held him so tightly. He was crying, but he felt terrible for it even though he knew he didn’t have to. When you rubbed his back gently, he simply melted.

His knuckles went white as he gripped the back of your shirt to keep you close; but you were so gentle with him, even when he was far from gentle in any way, like he was so fragile that you worried even a hair would make him fall apart and crack. He wanted to smile, but he couldn’t stop crying as he clung onto you with everything he could muster; no one had ever held him like that before.

Like he was genuinely important, like he actually meant something. No one had ever held him like he was loved. If he was honest, Tommy was a little overwhelmed by it all; but he liked it, and when you pulled away, he missed it immediately and dearly as he sighed.

“Feel better?”

He nodded, daring to smile a little. “Thank you.”

“C’mere,” you took his hand in yours, causing his hunger to become even more placid, and led him to the bedroom; you let him get into the bed before you did.

Tommy got himself comfortable, but before he could say anything else, you were on top of him, holding him like you did earlier, and although it was making him tear up, he fought it back as he relaxed a little bit more; he let his arm flop over your shoulders as he hummed, enjoying the feeling of your skin against his own, needing and craving more of it with every second.

If he could have, he would happily glued himself to you so he could always feel you there; so he never had to feel like he was hungry and ravenous, like he had been starved, ever again. He smiled when you leaned into his little touches, not knowing if he was doing it right but not wanting to ask either; it took a while for him to even work up the courage to say just three little words: 

“Don’t let go.”

You looked up at him, shaking your head before you planted a kiss to his lips. Tommy smiled a bit more as he licked his lips. “I got you, don’t worry, I’ll keep hold of you for as long as you want.”

Tommy settled after that, fidgeting a little but not too much as he sighed and made himself comfortable; he could have stayed like that for centuries quite happily. Feeling your breath against him, your weight on him and your arms around him, limbs tangled together.

He could get used to it, even if it was a bit overwhelming to begin with. 

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Feral Love: Tommy Conlon X Belinda(Fem OC)- Modern AU

Part 1

TOMMY CONLON MASTERLIST

Summary: In Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, a girl like Belinda wasn’t your typical Philly girl to first think about. It just so happens that she was into the alternative lifestyle and it’s not easy being one around town. While she had a somewhat of a boring life as a bartender and mainly went out with friends and partied too hard. One night however changed her whole world when a shy and really known MMA fighter came into her life. Not knowing that Tommy Conlon would expect a girl like Belinda. Will a goth girl and a fighter collide like the Yin and Yang or just a strange dual for people to judge and see??

A/N: Hey guys welcome back to another post and yes finally the moment has come. It is now time to show some more love for our favorite blue-eyed boy...Tommy Conlon!!! And this is all the original story I am coming up with and yes there will be mentioned in the movie but also everything is from my imagination. I hope you guys enjoy this new story of Tommy. And as always guys. Enjoy!!!

Word Count: 3,317

WARNING 18+ ONLY!!!: Some Blood, Lit Violence, Lit Fluff(Tommy and Belinda have a moment), Mentions of Bullying, Divorce, Alcohol, and Some Cussing.

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“Hey Belinda, where the hell is my drink? Can I get another round here or what?” Howard called out semi-drunkenly while Belinda was busy attending to another customer at the other end of the bar.

 “Howard, I got you. Just give me a moment, alright?” Belinda said over her shoulder while she was preparing a cocktail drink for another gentleman. 

“Whatever man, just move your ass will ya,” said the drunken man as he raised his glass of whisky in between his lips.

Belinda just rolled her eyes as she then emptied the cocktail shaker into the empty glass cup. As she finished putting a small red cherry on top, she then moved on to Howard on the other end of the bar counter. 

It was another quiet and empty Thursday night in the Old Pittsburg Bar, while the jukebox played in the background was playing its heart out. Belinda didn’t enjoy being here at all, mostly. However, it made her feel some way grateful for having a job, at least even if she had to deal with assholes like Howard. She mostly had an unexciting and cheerful life when she was outside of the bar. 

Pittsburg has been her home ever since her parents got divorced, and it hit her emotionally, mostly. Her mom had a hard time looking for a job around town when they arrived, but she found one. When Belinda was around in middle school, she then got picked on by bullies and being called names. Throughout her teenage years, she became fascinated with the goth subculture, especially the music. And once she went to high school, her love for goth became more blooming than ever before.

She was lucky when she found friends like her while surviving in school. They too felt the same way: outcasts, lonely, shy, and most of all, they just wanted to talk with someone. The other kids in school would say names to them, but once Belinda came along, she would fight back and defend her friends. 

The first time she defended someone was with her first friend, Morticia. Belinda normally walked to her 5th class like any other day, but when she turned a left corner, that’s when she saw her. 

“Hey give that back please,” Morticia said while she was being held back by two other boys while the third was emptying her belongings from her black backpack.

“Or what freak? You’re going to cry that I threw out your stuff? ‘Whaaaaa, whaaaaa, I’m going to cry home to my momma.’ Well, tough luck deadbeat, because I don’t give a damn,” the boy said as he then kicked her bag in the air, landing to the side.

Morticia was then shoved down to the floor, while the boys then laughed some more. While she whimpered, she crouched herself in a fetal position, wanting this to be over soon.

“Hey, you let her go, assholes. Didn’t your mothers ever teach you not to treat a girl like that?” Belinda called, standing in the middle of the hallway.

“You stay out of this weirdo, or you are also going to get it too,” said one boy as he pointed a sharp finger at her.

Belinda just rolled her eyes at this typical cliche comment, and so she walked up to the boy and, in a quick swing, punched him right in the nose. The boy then shrieked out of pain, while the two other boys cussed ‘shit’ together in unison. 

“You fucking bitch, you broke my damn nose,” the boy muffledly said as blood was dripping a bit between his hands.

“What’s with all that screaming?” said a middle age teacher as Belinda then helped Morticia up to her feet.

“She… she broke his nose, Mrs. Carson. We were trying to be friendly, but she just was aggressive,” one boy said, lying about Belinda attacking them first.

“He is a liar, Mrs. Carson. They were kicking and bothering this girl and destroying her things. She is the victim here, not them. I hit him because it was the right thing to teach him a lesson,” Belinda said as she gave a death stare at the three boys.

“Alright enough, I don’t want to hear it. All of you to the front office now, and let’s get you to the nurse’s office too,” Mrs. Carson said as she walked the boy out of the hallway.

Belinda then helped Morticia pick up her school stuff from the floor while she wiped a tear away from the side of her cheek.

“Thank you for helping me back there, but was it necessary to do that to him?” Morticia questioned as she lastly picked up her notebook from the floor.

“It was necessary because nobody like us should get bullied or put down, so that’s why I stood up for you. I just can’t fucking stand it when they treat us like trash and that’s why I punched in the nose,” Belinda said as both girls then made their way to the office.

“It has been going like that for a while. I guess now he won’t bother me now because you came to help me,” Morticia said as she smiled at Belinda.

“By the way, I’m Belinda. What is yours?”

“It’s Morticia, I know it is just like from The Addams Family. It’s very cliche and such an obvious name,” Belinda said sarcastically as she hung her backpack with one strap over her shoulder.

“No, not at all. I think that’s a nice name and oh my god I love The Addams Family and Morticia is a beauty,” Belinda said in an overjoyed tone, making the girl chuckle.

And from that day on, even though her mother got angry at her for doing something so violent. Belinda and Morticia were inseparable friends, and from there they also met and made other friends along the way. One was Freddy, the metal head, Jarlath was the horror and music nerd, and last of all, there was Lethia. Who was a well-known singer in the underground scene, which Belinda was impressed by. She and the rest of the gang would go to her gigs whenever she performs during the weekend. In some aspects, it brings a fair amount of people, but what mattered the most to Belinda was to support Lethia whenever she performed.

As Belinda then filled Howard’s glass cup with the same alcoholic beverage he always consumes, the front door of the bar then opened. As she looked up to see who came in, she didn’t expect such a sight in her eyes.

He was, mostly, very attractive, with big bright blue eyes, tall, and what captured Belinda’s attention was his body structure. His huge bulky arms could only be seen in a fighting ring, while his chest pec could be slightly seen through his long sleeve gray shirt, but his dark green sweater covered the rest over. Belinda never in her life has seen such a man this enormous and muscular that it made her body tense. As he quietly made his way to take a seat on the corner of the bar counter, she then made her way to him. 

“Good evening sir, what can I get you started with tonight?” Belinda said as her body became nervous suddenly.

“Yea hi can I get a beer for just right now thank you,” he said in a rough thick Philly accent while he removed his gray beanie and as he fiddled with a toothpick between his lips.

“You got it,” Belinda replied as she then made her way to get a beer for the new customer. 

As she undid the lid from the beer bottle, she then placed it in front of him, as he mumbled ‘thank you’ in his breath. Before long, though, Belinda found something familiar about him and, to her surprise, she recognized his face quickly. 

“Wait, have I seen you before from somewhere?” Belinda said while he removed the toothpick from his mouth as he took a sip from the bottle. 

“Seems like my face could be anyone that you probably might know or not,” he said as he looked up at Belinda’s eyes as she now saw his face more closely.

“You… you’re Tommy Conlon. You were that famous MMA fighter who fought in that Sparta Tournament right? And I have seen you in high school too. I mean, you might not remember me, but we have met each other before,” Belinda said as she gave a small smile at him. 

Tommy then took a moment at who this woman was and a second later, he remembered who she was as well.

“Yea, I also know who you are, too. We had an English class together. Belinda right?” Tommy said, as he now recalled that time when he went to wrestling practice after school. 

“Yep, that’s me. I know I haven’t changed much, but it’s good to see you, Tommy. And by the way, you look very fit and bigger than I last remembered,” Belinda said in a joking way as a small smile formed on his face.

“Yeah, well, it happens, you know? And I also joined the Marines when I finished high school. I guess you already know what happened if you’ve heard about it in the news,” Tommy said as thought about the events that happened, especially his close friend Manny.

“I heard about it on the TV and I’m sorry to hear that you lost your friend Tommy. I can’t imagine how hard it was for you to cope with such a loss,” she said as she gazed into his eyes, as he just nodded his head silently.

“But I promised him I would watch over and take care of his family. That is why I joined the tournament for the money but… I failed him. And his wife and kid, I never felt more shitty and miserable before in my life,” Tommy said as he took another sip from his bottle, feeling a bit of anger inside of him. 

“You did whatever you could to accomplish your promises to Manny, Tommy. I’m sure where ever his soul is resting, I know he is proud of you and appreciates everything you could have done. Don’t let yourself down so much,” Belinda said as she placed her hands on top of the counter, while Tommy quietly nodded his head. 

“Hey Belinda baby, get me another round here again and hurry up,” Howard called again, to which she just closed her eyes while she sighed under her breath. 

“Well, that’s my sign to deal with assholes like him. Let me know if you want something else. Just give me a holler, alright?” she said, not wanting to deal with Howard’s bullshit.

“Hey, Belinda, come on man, get my fucking drink already, will ya?” Howard said in a louder tone, making Tommy look at the drunk.

“Can you give me a second, Howard? I’m coming,” she said, looking over her shoulder, already on the brink of losing her cool.

“Stop talking to that guy and get your ass here already. Damn, you are such a stupid bitch,” the drunk man said, and that made Tommy get off his seat and walk his way over to him.

“Hey calm down yeah and don’t you fucking talk to her like that. And if you can’t shut your damn mouth, then I’ll have to make you shut up myself,” Tommy said, giving the older man a threatening look while he clenched his hands into fists. 

Or what Conlon? Yes, I know who you are going to also knock me out like all those other fighters you hit? Or end up like losing to your brother that you failed to hit back?” Howard said in a slurry speech as Tommy breathed heavily through his nose.

“Tommy, please don’t. it’s alright I got this,” Belinda said as she was now next to him, placing a hand against his strong left shoulder.

“No, Belinda, I’m not letting this dick tell you shit. Just get over there please,” Tommy protested, placing a gentle hand behind her back, making her body tense up by his touch.

“You should listen to what he says, honey, so I suggest you stay out of this and fuck off,” Howard said as he drunkenly waved his hand at Belinda, and Tommy then broke all hell.

Tommy then grabbed Howard by his shoulders and dragged him across the bar counter, along with some bottles and half-filled glass falling over. Belinda jumped back at this in fright while Tommy continued to hit Howard with all of his strength. While other onlookers were watching the messy brawl between the two men, Tommy then lifted Howard up in the air with his hands. And in a flash, he slammed dunk him down on the brown wooden floor. A loud groan escaped from Howard’s mouth. As Tommy now hovered above the drunk man, he then punched the man across the face several times. As the man’s face became progressively bloodier, Belinda then gallantly walked up to Tommy. Before he placed another punch down to the old man’s face, she then strongly grabbed his right forearm with both of her hands. Tommy then looked back into her eyes, and in between everything, his eyes were lost in her dark olive eyes.

“Tommy, that’s enough, please. This has already gotten too far. Just let him go,” Belinda said pleadingly, and without another word, he then let Howard go.

Everyone else in the bar kept staring and in shock at what had just happened. While two other men went over to help Howard up on his feet. Belinda looked back at Tommy as he walked back to his seat and drank his beer down in one quick drag. He placed the bottle down on the counter while he hunched his shoulders as Belinda continued staring at him.

“You should grab your things, and let’s get out of here,” Tommy said as he placed his beanie over his head again.

“But my shift is not over yet, and I have to stay here and clean this me-.” 

“I don’t care. Just grab your bag and let’s get away from here. Come on,” Tommy interrupted her as he straightened himself up from the bar counter.

Belinda looked back at the mess on the floor and up to Howard, who now had a white towel against his nose. As she thought about it for a moment longer, she then came to her conclusion and took Tommy’s words.

“I’ll be out soon. I won’t be long,” she said as Tommy nodded his head in reply.

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Minutes later went by, as Tommy was waiting outside patiently for Belinda to come out. As he heard the door open behind him, she then appeared in different attire. As she was now wearing a long black sleeve shirt along with some ripped black jeans and black boots, what caught his eyes was the black lipstick and the eyeliner in her eyes. Her black raven hair was now up to her hips. Tommy found her new look strangely odd, and yet he found her divine and showing her true self. As he was busy being hypnotized by Belinda’s gaze, she then arched an eyebrow at him. Not knowing if she had something in her eye or just acting weird around her.

“Hey, Tommy, you alright there? Should we get going or do you want to stay out here in the cold and freeze to death?” Belinda said in a snarky tone and Tommy then blinked his eyes as he looked down at the floor.

“Sorry, I was thinking of something, but it’s nothing. But umm… you want me to walk you home or want to grab something to eat if you’re hungry?” Tommy said as he placed his hands inside his gray sweatpants pockets, feeling a bit embarrassed for looking like a fool.

“Tommy, there is something up I can’t tell by that look on your face. What’s wrong? You can tell me anything. I’m an easily open book. And if it has to do something about what happened back there, I just want to say thanks for standing up for me. But you shouldn’t have done that to Howa-.” 

“I think you’re more beautiful right now than you did a while back when I first came inside the bar,” Tommy said, trying his best to not make eye contact with her as he felt his body become warm.

Belinda didn’t know how to respond to what Tommy said about her appearance. Never in her life ever thought that Tommy Conlon, who in question was a well-known MMA fighter. Would go to the gym, lift weights for a living, and have a unique type of lifestyle, unlike Belinda. And out of all the things he would say, he finds her attractive and a sight to see. She would welcome this compliment, but she wasn’t unsure if he really means it or just fucking around with her. Before Belinda could say something back to him, she also felt her face and body get fuzzy, which she found disgusting. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know what came over me in saying that. Forget that I didn’t say that I just… just found this look you have different, but it’s a good thing. I just never seen another girl like you around these parts, and you’re the first one for me. I think we should just get going, again I’m sor-.”

“Thank you and don’t be sorry Tommy, it’s ok. And I gotta say too… you’re also actually the first man to ever say something positive about me. I’ve had many assholes before in my life that would just shove me around and say a lot of shit to me. It’s something I already got used to almost my whole life, but it’s whatever you know? Again thank you, that’s sweet of you, and talking about food, I’m actually a little hungry. I’m actually down for some hot dogs. What do you think?” Belinda said as she smiled up at Tommy as she placed a piece of her hair behind her right ear.

“I would love to, and I am serious about what I said earlier. You really are stunningly nice looking, and I meant it a lot,” Tommy said, giving a small and yet shy smirk at Belinda, as they both just stared into each other’s eyes. 

Belinda could feel that sense of warmness grow ever so slowly inside her body while her cheeks now became a light red color. Tommy caught this reaction happening as a slight chuckle came out of his mouth.

“So we’re going to stay like this the whole night or just stare at each other for a little longer,” Belinda said as she straightened her mini backpack straps against her hands. 

“No yea, you’re right. We should get going. I know a good hot dog place around here that you might like. It’s close to where we are right now, but ok if we go walking?” Tommy said as they both now walked side by side as he led the way.

“I don’t mind the walking, but we should go already before it gets late,” Belinda said as she placed her hands underneath her elbows, feeling the chilly night breeze against her body. 

Tommy saw her shake like a leaf and, without hesitation, took his sweater off his body and placed it against her shoulders. Both Tommy and Belinda stop walking for a bit as she adjusted his sweater around her body, while she captured a hint of his pleasing shampoo scent. She shyly smiled back at him while he just nodded his head with no words coming out of him. Once she felt comfortable, they then walked once again shoulder to shoulder, feeling their bodies warm once again.

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A:N: Thank you guys as always for reading my stories. Let me know what you guys thought about this new series. I will again be working on my other stories as usual and I promise that I'll get to James as soon as I can. I have also been trying to get back to my digital art but I will still be typing my other chapters to Max, Alfie, Tommy, and as well Tuck. Agia guys please comment and reblog it'll mean a lot for the blog. And again guys thank you and I'll catch up next time. See Ya!!!!

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[chellestrash]

Feral Friday

Just imagine bumping into Tom Hardy in the pub. A few drinks and the conversation flows. You excuse yourself only for him to follow close behind. He ends up just railing you in the bathroom stall. I just... It's Tom, you know he's talking dirty in your ear, plowing into you until you cant think straight.

OKAY OKAY OKAY SHIIIT!

I dont really like thinking about real people like this you know but please tell my why did my brain just immediately go to Tommy Conlon? Like...now i cant stop picturing him in a bar and then in the bathroom and just i...think my brain short-circuited help.

oh christ why he so fucking big?! what for?!

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Paradise Circus - Cast of Characters.

So, since there was interest in me doing a cast of characters for the story, et voila! The obvious two are first, but I’d be interested how you imagined the rest prior to viewing the below!

Tommy Conlon

Darla Cooke

Meadow

Heather

Aimee

Chantelle

Nancy - Darla’s mum

Mike - Darla’s dad

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