dream-a-little-bigger-darling000 - Tumblr blog

dream-a-little-bigger-darling000 · 3 years

Text

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

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

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

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

The whole fiasco was genuinely an accident.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That's what she said."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Experimentally, you lightly scraped your nails along his scalp.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You didn't hear that."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Was always jus' scared."

"I know Tommy."

"Didn' want you t' leave."

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

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

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

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

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

Oh. OH. The garlic bread.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

235 notes · View notes

dream-a-little-bigger-darling000 · 3 years

Note

touch starved tommy i beggg

I've asked and I've received. After finals I'll be sure to give my boy Tommy Conlon some love! Very excited for this trope, Tommy looks like he'd snap anyone who touches him, but you know the cuddle would be... *chefs kiss*

#tommy x reader #tommy conlon x reader #reader insert #fanfiction #tom hardy fanfic #tom hardy fanfiction #warrior

15 notes · View notes

dream-a-little-bigger-darling000 · 3 years

Text

Heya! Finals are almost done, and I have a few ideas simmering for some more fics, but I can't figure out which one I want to do first... so I thought, what better way than ask random people on the internet what they'd want to read?

So would you rather read Absolute Badass ReaderxBane or a ReaderxTouch-starved!Tommy? PM me for your vote or comment!

I've never wrote for Bane before, but the idea is to add Tom Hardy variety to this blog, haha!

Please let me know, and remember you're beautiful and I hope you have a good day!

#tom hardy fanfic #tom hardy fanfiction #tomhardy #tommy conlon #bane x reader #tommy x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #reader insert #writer #writing #writers block

11 notes · View notes

dream-a-little-bigger-darling000 · 3 years

Text

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

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

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

"Hey Tommy? I was thinking."

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

You swiped at the back of his head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Coward.

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

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

Tommy looks-

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

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

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

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

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

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

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

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

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

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

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

Yes, your plan of moving on was going swimmingly.

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

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

And let out a noise of surprise.

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

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

Come get some.

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

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

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

"Tommy, why were you just-"

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

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

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

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

"Tommy."

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hey, was it not a night for celebration?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Tommy knew without a doubt that he loved you.

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

God how could he not.

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

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

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

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

Tommy breathed in a shuttering breath.

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

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

Well, Tommy was fucking sick of it.

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

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

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

"What?" The man was just as quizzical.

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

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

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

"What. What was that?"

"Ok, I know what your probably thinking-"

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

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

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

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

Tommy felt an expanding ache somewhere behind his left eye.

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

"You always say something stupid, stupid-"

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

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

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

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

"Seventeen?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#tommy conlon #tommy riordan #tommy conlon x reader #tom hardy #tom hardy fanfic #tom hardy fanfiction #warrior #warrior fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #writing #angst with a happy ending #fluff #reader insert #tommy conlon imagine #fanfiction prompt

187 notes · View notes

dream-a-little-bigger-darling000 · 3 years

Text

Author’s note: Hello! I’m back! Mid terms just ended, so I’m really hoping I can write more on this blog. I know I don’t put out super great content, but I do try, and at least someone liked it! I was recently asked to write a part two for my short fic for Tommy Conlon, and I thought ‘why not?’’ So that’s where we are. If you could check out that story first, it might make a little more sense. Hit me up if you enjoy this, I rely heavily on affirmation to survive.

Prompt: *My BabyBooBear helped me come up up with this* You’ve been texting Tommy for a while now, and you two have been trying to set up a date, but it seems like every time you’re about to meet, he makes another excuse. It’s starting to look like you should take the L, untiiiiiiiil....

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Another sigh blows out through your nose. Your favorite coworker glares at the sound from across the room.

“For the love of all that is holy. Please. Stop. Sulking.” Your coworker seethes. But you just shrug your shoulders.

“Sure, I’ll just sit over here and think about the man of my dreams falling right through my fingers in silence.” You don’t mean to sound so snarky, especially at the one coworker that’s been tolerating your attitude lately. But your thoughts drift back to the dilemma at hand. Quite literally, since your phone is in your hand, and that’s been the problem. More specifically, the lack of activity on your phone. You suppress the sigh this time.

“I just don’t understand! We click just fine! Our conversations always seem so easy, and he texts back just fine.” Your voice echoes across the empty shop from your place slumped against the wall. You take another bite of your sandwich. “It’s finding a good time for him to go out that’s the problem.” Your voice is muffled from the bread stuffed in your mouth.

Your coworker snorts and shakes her head. “Listen babe, I hate to break it to you, but have you ever heard the phrase ‘he’s just not that into you?’” Even from across the room your coworker can see your face drop.

“Ah, shit Y/N, I didn’t mean for it to come out that way. I just...” She sighs herself, and strides to the spot you’re taking your break and leans against the wall. “What I meant to say, is you should stop wasting your time on some boy you met once, like, two weeks ago?” You nod miserably. “Two weeks ago, that’s never able to meet up with you! You deserve so much better than that!”

Silence blankets the room as you think about what your coworker said. She’s right, it’s not like you don’t know that. You start to nod your head as you work through it, and your coworker starts to smile. You do deserve more than some good conversations all throughout the day, and no matter how nice the guy was, or how tall he was, or how much he kind of smelled good (not that you would know), or how toned he was, or how you’ve never seen softer eyes in your entire life-

Your phone buzzes. You almost drop your sandwich in your haste to unlock it.

Your coworker makes a guttural sound and pushes off the wall. “You’re impossible. Your break ended three minutes ago, get off your ass and help clean.”

~~~

As you walk home, your eyes continue to be glued to the screen, and your face is starting to hurt from how much you’re smiling. Tommy’s been texting you since you were at work, which always left you feeling restless through the day, like you had to always keep moving. He had a way of doing that to you, like you couldn’t wait for his next response. It wasn’t like you could help it, he was so funny, and you two would text each other endlessly, usually about nothing and everything and the spots in between. It was as easy as breathing, and there was even that night you face timed together. But you longed to be beside him, in person.

Your face did a funny thing when you remember his excuses about work. He had been dodging the question for awhile now, and at first you had just thought it was a product of his shyness, but lately your coworkers assumption had been ringing in your ears.

Another alert brought your attention back to your phone, and you couldn’t help but smile. Tommy was telling you, in great detail, about his latest trip for work, which he seemed to take a lot of. Currently, he was barraging you with texts about a particularly bad Uber experience, when all of the sudden if felt like you were smacked by a wall. Ass, meet concrete.

“Oh, damn. Oh! Damn! Are you alright? I was texting and walking at the same time, ah, I apologize are you- Y/N?” You suppressed the urge to burst out laughing. That also could have been the very real urge to cry though, because you just knocked yourself into a wall, and now you were hearing Tommy’s voice.

You look up against your better judgement, and sure enough, the sweetest face you’ve ever seen is staring down at you in shock.

A choked laugh finds it’s way out of your mouth. “Oh hey, that’s convenient...” You look down at yourself, still sprawled on the sidewalk. “Or, I guess inconvenient...” you mumble.

A surprised snort passes through Tommy’s lips while he hurries to help pick you up off the ground. “Are you sure you’re ok? I feel like an ass, I was so focused on texting... well, ha, you.” He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. You hum a soft laugh as you brush yourself off, looking at him like you were star struck. Which, let’s face it, you were gone for the man.

“No! No it’s fine, I was basically in the same boat.” You two laugh awkwardly, and he shuffles his feet, looking down at the distance between you and him. Which is when you notice it.

“Tommy!” you choke out. He startles, looks up to your face and then around your surroundings to see what might have triggered that reaction from you. “Your face!” You’re beautiful face, you thought, but decided against that particular adjective. “What happened to you?” your voice smoothed to something more gentle, and reached up to cradle his face. He looked like he was about to flinch away, but it was too late, and your hand made contact with his lower jaw. His very bruised lower jaw. As soon as your hand cupped around his face, his eye lids fluttered, and he seemed to lean more into your touch.

“Tommy, love, really, tell me what happened. You look like you got into a fight!” His lips pulled up a little, and his eyes slit open. He looked content with your hand still holding his face, as if not a lot of people were able to do this. Staring up into those eyes, you noticed the now dark blotches around his nose and left eye, and your brow pulled down even more. “Oh Tommy, darling. Where have you been? Is this from working? Why haven’t you wanted to see me... or, d-do you even want to see me...?”

Questions rose up inside you, unable to come out all at once. You’ve wanted to ask him for so long, but were afraid of disrupting the balance of your conversations. But now, looking up at him, at his wounded face, you can longer hold them in. The need to see what you two were and where this could go were too strong to ignore any longer.

He gave you a lopsided smile, those full lips almost distracting you from the matter at hand. Almost. His eyes seemed sad. He looked around, appearing as if he just now realized you both were still standing in the middle of a sidewalk, and started to pull you to a bench nearby. “Come here, come sit with me. I guess I knew this would go down soon anyway. “ He shrugged and cleared his throat, flopping down on the bench. He reached up, tugging the sleeve of your hoodie as you stared down at him in confusion. You flopped down next to him.

“I- Ok. Let me start off by saying I really like you.” His eyes were earnest, and he was still gripping your sleeve like a life line. You gave him an encouraging smile.

“I really like you too.” He smiled widely and looked down, looking even more bashful.

“That’s great, but I mean. I really really like you. I think we could,” he stopped, looking to you with searching eyes, and shrugged. “I think I could see us with.. some kind of future.” You smiled at that. He let out a long sigh. “Which is why I’ve been avoiding you. You see, Y/N, I have a very, let’s say different, career choice, and not a lot of the women I’ve been interested in have been exactly supportive of it.” He looks over at you to make sure you weren’t gathering yourself to leave. You gave him an even sweeter smile and his breath stuttered.

“I didn’t want to lose you was all. So I thought if I kept it from you, I could talk to you a little longer. If that makes sense.”

You roll your eyes. “Not really, but I understand that people do stupid stuff to prevent the loss of someone.” you teased. You bumped his shoulder against his, and he exhaled a laugh, nodding. “But I would appreciate it if you were more open with me, Tommy. I wasn’t lying when I said I really like you. I think you’ll find I’m very supportive.” You gave a playful wink, earning yourself another exhale.

He heaved another sigh. “I fight. For money.” He wouldn’t look at you. “I didn’t say anything because a while ago it caused some problems in my brothers marriage. Not that we’re married, or that I’m thinking about marrying you-” He was obviously overthinking. You’re mouth ticked up and you bumped his shoulder again, but this time staying in his space.

“Is that all? Damn, I was hoping you were some sort of CIA spy or something. In fact, I’m a little disappointed.” You gave him a pout. He laughed, sounding a little disbelieving.

“What, you’re ok with it?” You tilted your head and shrugged a shoulder.

“Well, sure. Like I said, infinitely more boring that a spy, but I suppose I can look past that.” you continued your act. He rolled his eyes, laughing.

“Wha- what are you even talking about.” He still hasn’t stopped smiling, but he’s looking back at you, and he doesn’t seem as tense. “Are you sure you’re ok with me getting into physical altercations, for money, going out in public with you, looking like this, and going on long trips?” He raised an eyebrow. You matched his expression.

“Will you promise to be careful, and buy me more candy bars with the money you earn from matches, and to hold my hand when we’re in public, and to take me with you so no pretty little things catch your attention away from home?” You mocked his serious tone. He looked baffled for a second, only staring at you for what seemed like way too long before his gaze broke away to your lips, back to your eyes. Your lips quirked up, breaking your serious expression. A grin broke across his face.

“We’ll have to talk about the hand holding you”

“That’s not the deal!”

“It’s what broke the deal, I can’t be seen like that, it’ll break my tough look, it breaks the illusion-”

“Pfffffft, you? Looking tough? Absolutely not, you’ll hold my hand in public or I’ll just have to go find a dashing spy who will-” You let out a squeal as he gets up and scoops you in his arms, spinning you few times before setting you down. The advantages of having a boyfriend who fights professionally doesn’t get lost on you in that moment. You both settle, your hands on his chest, his hands on your waist.

“You said you like me, that’s gross.”

“We’re in 5th grade now? That’s real mature Tom-” He leans down, catching your lips carefully. Testing out the waters, seeing if you were going to pull away. One hand glides up his chest around to the back of his neck, sifting through the hairs there. You feel the tremor that slides through him. You move your lips, only a little, and just as he begins to reciprocate, you pull back. You feel like you’re moving through molasses, looking up at him through your eyelashes, and you offer a smile. He accepts it, giving you one back, and sinks back down to give you a feather light peck.

“I think I should buy you dinner.” His voice is barely at a whisper, and his eyes haven’t stopped roving over your face.

“I think that’s in order.” You make no moves to leave this space you’ve created.

“But I also have dinner at my apartment.” His eyes have dropped back to your lips again. They’re not leaving. Your cheeks feel warm, and you break out into a grin.

“Whaddya know, isn’t that convenient?” You finally pull away to begin the walk.

#tommy conlon #tomhardy #warrior #tommy conlon x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #reader insert #tommy riordan

86 notes · View notes

dream-a-little-bigger-darling000 · 3 years

Note

the tommy conlon one shot with the candy bar is so cute omg<3 can u pls write a part two?

Ah darn! Thank you, I didn't expect anyone to really like that! I'll work on part 2 today, because I really need to keep practicing on my writing 😅💕

2 notes · View notes

dream-a-little-bigger-darling000 · 4 years

Text

The Light Inside Is Broken But I Still Work (sike)

Author’s Note: Hello! This isn’t my first one shot, but it the first one in a while. I’m in love with my man Tom Hardy, and I’m such a big fan of all his characters. I’ve noticed there’s not as much love as I’d like to see for him, so I decided to make a reader insert with Tommy Riordan, seeing as I’ve just watched Warrior. Please please PLEASE let me know if you like this, and let me know if you don’t. Thank you so much for taking the time to read this. <3

Prompt: My chocolate bar hasn’t fallen down from the vending machine and you’ve come along and shook it so that it does, and I am eternally in your debt because that was my last $1.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

You could feel the tears welling up behind your eyes. This couldn’t be happening. You’ve just had the worst day, and now this. This was enough to break a man’s entire being, let alone your tiny fragile soul. You could feel the tension of the day reaching it’s boiling point, and you just barely resisted stomping your foot against the ground like a child. But really, this was ridiculous.

You felt your breath hitch as you stared at the candy bar trapped behind the hazy glass of the vending machine. You had put your last dollar and 10 cents in that wretched thing, and it had valiantly tried to give you the one thing that could possibly lift your spirits from this awful day. And then the machine groaned and made a kind of stuttering humming noise, and took the last sliver of sanity you had been holding onto throughout the day.

The candy bar had swayed to the sides before it decided that the inside of the vending machine was much more cozy, and was hanging on from just the bottom corner of it’s package.

An idea surfaced through the swirling depressive thoughts you had sunk into. You hesitantly lifted your arm and pressed your palm to the glass.

You pushed experimentally. It didn’t budge. A whimper escaped your lips. You pushed a little harder, shoving your shoulder to the side of the vending machine to see if it would rock. It stayed stubbornly still, determined to keep your day as shit as possible. A sob racked your body.

It wasn’t like you could even help it. You had just gone through so much today, and you had just wanted a little bit of comfort. Just something to take the edge off of a rotten day, and chocolate had seemed like your alleviation. And now... well now you were crying your heart out to an evil vending machine.

“Oh. OH! Oh, hey! Oh don’t cry, are you alright.” A man’s gentle voice spoke out. White hot embarrassment raced up your spine, spilling across your cheeks. You tried to nod, but another choked sound came up. Fantastic. Just fantastic. Now you were having a break down in front of a stranger.

You looked up to the man, and immediately wanted to crawl in a hole and die, effective immediately. The guy was sex on legs. You pushed down another wave of strangled sobs. Of course the dude was hot. And ripped, holy shit. He was wearing an oversized hoodie, but the suggestion of packed muscle underneath was undeniable. The guy looked like he could break another man in two, or at least knock one out in a single hit. When your eyes flitted to his own, you were floored to see the sheer amount of kindness in them. You could probably get lost in those eyes. Except the eyes were getting closer, and oh hey, so was the man attached to them.

“Are you, are you hurt?” His eyes tracked down your form, and when he didn’t find what he was looking for, immediately looked back to your eyes. His head gave a little tilt. “What’s the matter, what’s with the water-works?”

He looked very genuine, and very big, and boy was he very close. You swallowed and opened your mouth, but immediately snapped it shut. What were you gonna tell this man? This kind man who was prepared to help you through whatever potential world shattering problem you were facing. He would absolutely laugh when he found out this was all over a bad day and a lack of sugar.

You sniffled and jerked your head to the vending machine. Let him laugh. It would be the perfect ending to the perfect day. You waited for him to catch on and wrapped your arms around your self, trying to disappear from under this beautiful being’s gaze.

The man looked to the vending machine, then back to you with furrowed brows. Then he took a closer look inside the machine and spotted the candy bar. The corners of his mouth briefly lifted before falling down again. He then bit his lower lip to try and hide the clear smile that was spreading across his face. Even through the embarrassment, you could tell it was a nice smile. It didn’t look like he used it very often, but with the way it instantly brightened his eyes, you knew he should.

“Sorry for the loud crying.” You rasped out. “I didn’t mean to bother you. I’m fine, as you can see. Thank you for the assistance.” You took a step away from the man, only to stumble through the retreat. You cleared your throat. “Th-thank you. Again. So, have a good one. Thank you. For the... for bothering to come-” Heat flooded to your cheeks once more. You couldn’t wait to walk home after this and throw yourself into on-coming traffic, because that’s exactly what you were gonna do after this mess.

The man allowed the smile to completely overtake his face. He let out a breathy laugh and shook his head, making his way to the side of the vending machine. You only realized what he was doing when he made sure his shoulder was firmly against the side of the machine.

“Uh, I kind of already tried that. It’s... well it’s pretty sturdy and I don’t think you’ll make a differ-” You were cut off as the man slammed himself into the vending machine once, rocking the object up and off the ground. The man stepped back and allowed the machine to slam back down onto the pavement. Something sounded like it broke off deep inside the beast, but what really mattered was the candy bar that slipped off the hook inside, plummeting to the bottom of the machine with a satisfying smack. The man smiled that same tiny smile he had made the first time, and reached down to grab it. The shift of his hoodie, revealing a sliver of skin did not go unnoticed by you.

He straightened up while holding out the candy bar victoriously. “That wasn’t so hard. Now, of course I’ll give it to you, but you have to give me something in return-”

The man was cut off by the force of you throwing yourself at his body. You couldn’t quite tell if you were laughing or crying, but reminded yourself that you didn't care.

He let out a startled “Whoa,” and caught you, resting his arms under your back thighs as you shook with relief and warbled thank you’s.

“You’ve no idea the kind of day I had... and what that did to me. You, God thank you-” You stopped, waiting for a name.

“Tommy, my name is-”

“Tommy! Tommy you’re my hero!” You continued your crying in his hoodie somewhere below his neck. You felt him tense at the title, but he just let out a nervous laugh. You remembered why he was probably nervous and let out a tiny “oh.”

You let your legs drop from his waist and instantly blushed. His hands left your thighs, but only so that they could come up to rest at your sides. He was still very close. You could feel his breath on your face. His smile slid back into place.

“Hi. There you are, much better without all that wetness, isn’t it.” He gently rubbed a thumb across your cheek. You felt your cheek burn from where his touch brushed against your skin, but you didn’t think it was from embarrassment. You absentmindedly nodded. He withdrew from your space but only a little bit. The hand that had been holding the candy bar left your waist and was held up once more for you to take. You bit your lip against a smile and began to reach up to take it, more gratitude about to spill from your lips, when he raised the candy bar just out of your reach. You’re eyebrows surged up.

“Uh-uh, not yet.” His laugh ghosted over your face, moving your baby hairs gently. “I was going to give this to you in exchange for a reward, sweetheart.”

Your heart immediately sank. You didn’t have any money left on you at all. You began to shake your head.

“Um, I’m really sorry, T-Tommy. I don’t really have anything to give you... I could probably pay you back tomorrow...” You trailed off, hoping that would be enough. He gave you a teasing smile.

“What was your name?” He asked

“Y-Y/N.” You exhaled. He nodded and repeated your name back. You couldn’t help but love how your name rolled out of his mouth.

“Y/N. I’m afraid I won’t be here tomorrow.” Your heart stuttered for a beat. “But I’m perfectly wiling to take something else... let’s say, like maybe your number?” By the end of his sentence, a bashful lilt had entered his voice. You remained silent.

Panic flashed across his eyes. “Not that I expect that. I really don’t. I was just, well, shit, I don’t really know what I was doing but I was going for smooth.” He let out a sharp laugh and went to step back. Your hand squeezed the front of his Hoodie. That never would have been enough to stop him, but he stopped dead in his tracks anyway.

“No, I... Well it’s only fair isn’t it?” You allowed him a sweet smile. He answered yours with his own.

“Only if you want to.” He shrugged his shoulder like it wasn’t a big deal, but he shuffled through his pockets for his phone like it was one. When he finally found it, he slipped it into your hands and allowed you to program your number into his phone. You immediately texted yourself, waiting for the vibration to announce to the both of you that you had each others numbers.

You hugged him one last time as a parting thank you, and he wiped the last of your tears with his thumb again. You both backed away from each other, smiling. It wasn’t until the third time you looked back that you caught him looking right back at you over his shoulder.

That night, your phone endlessly buzzed softly, and your smile never quite left.

#tommy conlon #tommy riordan #tommy conlon x reader #tom hardy #tom hardy fanfiction #tom hardy fanfic #wariorr #warrior fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #reader insert #writing #tommy conlon imagine

101 notes · View notes