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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.

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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

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

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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Paradise Circus - Chapter Twenty Four.

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Lying in bed next to Cassie, Tommy hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep that night, tingling all over with happiness that Darla had reciprocated his love, but also, the weight of what he had to do in order to facilitate them being together weighing upon him heavily. It was a task he did not relish, having to break Cassie’s heart.

The poor thing, she’d wake soon and expect their day to go as they’d planned, heading out for breakfast, going to visit her mom and dad and then off to pick up Poppy from her father’s house and taking her to the movies. How different it would be to what she’d expected. He couldn’t lie there for a moment longer, slipping out of bed and grabbing a fresh set of clothes, heading for a shower.

While the water poured down over him, he thought of ways to explain it to her, how on earth he could end their relationship as gently as possible. There was no real way to minimise the damage he’d do, though, and it stung him deeply. He felt much trepidation, but acknowledged it was his own fault; he should have never started dating her in the first place. He had loved her, but his feelings had always been eclipsed by what he felt for Darla. It was most definitely all his fault, and he deserved to feel wretched for it.

Once out and dressed, he headed downstairs, making himself a coffee, playing back the previous evening, what had happened right where he stood.

“It’ll be worth it, to be with her. You just gotta own your shit, man.” he muttered to himself, opening the fridge and pulling out the overnight oats he’d made, thinking on it and then putting them back. He was too nervous to eat. Sitting down at the table, he sipped at his coffee, still trying to work out what the hell to say when he heard footsteps from overhead, his stomach turning over with nerves.

“Morning, baby!” Cassie greeted him with brightly, bending to give him a kiss, the very last she ever would. “How’d you sleep?”

“Not well,” he admitted, standing up, moving to where she was pouring her own coffee from the pot. The last she’d drink there.

“Really, how come?”

Taking a deep breath, he set his mug down, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Tommy?” she questioned gently, wondering why it was her boyfriend looked so troubled.

“I’m sorry, Cassie. I’m so sorry, but I’m ending our relationship. I can’t be with you anymore. I’m so, so sorry.”

Watching her face, he saw her look stunned for a fraction of a second, before her features changed, flickering with something close to acknowledgement through her world of hurt.

“It’s her, isn’t it?” He nodded, confirming her fears as she began to cry. “You know, I always had it in the back of my head, that this would happen. I mean, you’re having a baby with her, for Christ's sakes! But I let myself fall in love with you, because I thought you loved me, and you never truly did, did you?”

All he wanted was to hug her, but he realised it was likely the last thing she needed. What he had to give her was honesty, no matter how brutal. “I did love you, Cassie. I just couldn’t ever be in love with you.”

“Because you’re in love with her.”

“Yes, and I need to admit it finally, before I make a huge mistake in continuing with you when I can’t give you everything you deserve. I can’t even begin to tell you how sorry I am. I shouldn’t have pursued things with you, shouldn’t have tried to convince myself I could continue being happy with you when I knew damn well how I felt about Darla. And I was happy with you, please believe that, but it wasn’t right.”

She nodded through her tears, dying her eyes. “You’re not half as sorry as I am. And you’re right, you shouldn’t have!” she fumed, angriness rising up over her heartbreak. “Just tell me one thing. Did you ever cheat on me with her? Was something going on behind my back, or is this you just realising now that you can’t be without her?”

He took a breath, weighing up his options for a second. Truth. He had to go with truth. “I did. One time, a few months ago. It was last night that I realised she was the one I want to be with, though. I’m sorry, Cassie. I’m so fucking sorry I did this to you. You deserve so much better than a man who was only ever half here for you.”

“I do, you’re right. In telling me that, you just made leaving a whole lot easier for me.” She tore a path through the kitchen, her feet thumping on the stairs as she ran up them, every thud making his heart turn over sadly. She’d looked utterly devastated as he’d dealt her blow after blow, but he wasn’t about to lie to her to make it easier for himself. She deserved honesty.

He remained in the kitchen, pouring himself another coffee while she went up and down the stairs, carrying her things out to the car, coming into the kitchen to take the reusable grocery bags she’d stashed in the cupboard, taking the few things she’d left in there, going down into the basement and emptying her clothes from the dryer, coming back up and sweeping the living room and hallway before the front door slammed shut.

He sighed, rubbing his face, getting up to find her set of keys on the hallway table, where her candles had once sat. He was free, he should have been elated, but he wasn’t. He felt awful, absolutely churning inside for how much he’d hurt her, a lovely, truly beautiful woman inside and out, who hadn’t deserved to get caught up in the mess he had Darla had made in finally admitting their true feelings for one another.

Pulling on his jacket, he went upstairs and fetched his phone and keys, pulling on his boots and driving right over there. As soon as she opened her front door, he felt his heart spark, but he was far from okay.

“Aww, sexy mans. Do you need a hug?” Sexy mans. The first sweet pet name she’d ever called him. Again, his heart sparked.

“Oh yeah.” Closing the door behind him, he sank into her embrace. “Shit, that was rough.”

“I can imagine. The poor girl. How’d she take it?”

“She didn’t freak out at me, which kinda made it worse. I deserved for her to really let me have it for being such a shit, but she told me that a little part of her had always expected it, and that fucking killed me. Guilt, I guess, that she was right. She wanted to know if I’d cheated on her, so I told her the truth and that was it, she was outta there. Packed her stuff and left her keys on the table,” he explained, stroking her shoulder where her oversized sweater had slipped down, her soft skin comforting to him.

“I feel awful, I really do, but glad that you’re here. I love you so much,” she told him, nuzzling his cheek, his beard tickling her nose. He turned his head, kissing her lips, fingers stroking the side of her neck.

“I love you, too. It’s a damned good job you’re worth it, you know.”

She smiled, stroking his hair. “Well, would you look at us. We finally made it to the same page.”

“We did, baby. We did.” Baby, oh, how her heart fluttered happily, kissing him again before she sat down on the couch, propping cushions behind her, Tommy pulling her legs across his lap as he sat too. “Sore back?”

“Oh, big time! I need a bath badly, standing in a shower I can’t really fit into properly now isn’t quite the same.”

“Ahhh, now that I can help you with. Pack a few changes of clothes, come spend a few days at my place, where there’s a really big bed and a huge tub for you to occupy all you like.” That idea suited her down to the ground.

“Okay, but can we make a few stops first?”

“We sure can. What do you need?”

“Well, since it’s only 9am, I haven’t eaten breakfast yet, so that’d be good. Oh, and Lush! If I have a bath at my disposal, I want to buy some of their bath stuff!”

“Lush, is that the place in Ross Park mall that smells really fucking funky?”

“It is!” she confirmed, giggling at the way he crinkled his nose in mild disgust. “Oh, and can we stop and get doughnuts?”

“From that place all the way downtown that’s a bitch to get to?”

“Please?”

“Taking liberties with your boyfriend here, Darla.”

Her boyfriend. Her boyfriend. It sounded strange, to finally hear him refer to himself as that, but oh, how right it felt.

“I’m the mother of your child and I need my comforts!” she pointed out, prodding his shoulder with her freshly manicured finger. Since she was off work, she’d gone for glittery flowers rather than her usual, smart and professional nude colour or French tips.

“Point taken. Go on, then. Go get your big butt ready.” He teased receiving a slap for it after he’d helped her up.

“How dare you!”

“Big butt that I love, though.” He was quick to point out, giving it a smack as she walked past him, Darla squeaking with surprise. Once she’d wrestled her bump into a pair of maternity leggings, brushed her hair and put on a little makeup, she packed up her stuff and headed out to the car, mall bound. While walking down to the food court, she couldn’t help but keep giggling, something she noticed was a side effect of her wild pregnancy hormones, laughing so hard she actually began to cry, seemingly at nothing.

“What, what’s all this?” Tommy asked, perplexed.

“You held my hand.”

“That isn’t something new, though?”

“It is as my boyfriend.”

He shook his head, halting her, stroking her neck with his fingers. “You’re too fucking cute by far, cookie monster.” He smiled, kissing her, whispering that she was a dumbass, which had the desired effect in making her giggle. “Come on, let’s go get food.”

After they’d eaten, they took a slow tour around the stores, Darla slapping him periodically when he likened her pregnant waddle to that of a penguin. After that and a trip to pick up her beloved craving of doughnuts, they arrived back at his place, Darla heading straight upstairs to run her bath, while Tommy collected a huge pile of laundry, stripping the bed, sighing when he realised the linen had been Cassie’s choice. He felt wretched about it, having to break her heart in order to be true to himself and thusly facilitate his happiness.

“Hey, what’s up?” Darla asked as she came in, finding him sitting on the edge of the bed, the laundry at his feet.

“Ahhh, it’s nothing for you to worry about. I just feel really guilty about earlier, hurting Cassie like that. It had to happen, though. I couldn’t go another day, being without you.” Lifting his chin, she leaned to kiss him, knowing it was testament to what a fundamentally good guy he was, that even though he’d been the one to end things with Cassie, he hated that he’d hurt her. That kind of guilt spoke volumes.

“It’s a tough situation, that’s for sure. What can you do, though? You can’t beat yourself up forever. You just have to hope that she heals quickly from the hurt and expect she’s likely to resent you and the ground you walk upon for a long time. Come on, your girl needs help getting into the tub on account of the fact your son is playing havoc with her balance.”

He smiled, laughing softly as he stood, kissing her. She was right, what could he do? He’d done damage he couldn’t repair, so had to deal with the bad feeling it had left him with and simply carry on. He had the woman he loved, and would become a father in nine weeks. Any feelings of guilt had to be put aside, he realised, in order to welcome in the future that he’d always dreamed of, a family of his own.

Family. It was his first priority in the time that followed them getting together, he and Darla announcing it to their chosen family in their friends, visiting with hers and his, spending the day before Christmas Eve with Brendan, before driving over to Pittsburgh the day after, ready to spend the festive period with Nancy, Mike and Darla’s brothers. Them being together was a secret they decided to keep until arriving, being met warmly by Nancy at the front door. As it turned out, though, their chemistry was too palpable for surprises.

“You two, you’re... no! I mean... oh my god, you’re together, aren’t you?” she screeched, virtually deafening her daughter as she embraced them both.

“How on earth could you tell that, from looking at us for all of four seconds?” Darla exclaimed, closing the door behind them, her mother bear hugging Tommy in delight.

“That kind of happiness can’t be concealed! Oh, I’m thrilled for you both, this is perfect!” she further exclaimed, Ant appearing from the lounge to welcome them.

“Holy shit, bro, you’ve put on some serious stack! How’s it going, man? Great to see you again after so long!”

“Yeah, you can’t noogie me any longer, dude,” Tommy laughed as they greeted one another, being swiftly swept up in Gene and Luke emerging from the lounge to greet him as well, Nancy taking Darla’s hand and pulling her toward the kitchen.

“Tell me everything right now! Here, non-alcoholic fizz!” Handing over a freshly poured glass, Nancy took a seat at the island and patted the stool next to her, expectant to hear all about how it had finally happened, Darla hauling her bulk up and explaining it all. By the time she’d finished detailing their little moment in Tommy’s kitchen, Nancy was in tears.

“It’s so perfect, and so romantic, oh Jesus! Awww, now I’ve made you cry, too!” she exclaimed, flapping her hands before reaching for a handful of tissues to share between them.

Darla took deep breaths as she dabbed her eyes, her hormones as volatile as ever. “It doesn’t take much, believe me. Tommy brought me breakfast in bed yesterday morning and I cried at how cute it was. Then I laughed until I legitimately peed my pants a little later that morning when Meadow skidded on the freshly polished floor and landed face first in the armchair. I couldn’t breathe!”

“Oh my god, the pee thing! It’s when the baby is sitting right on your bladder, isn’t it? Your elder brother used to use mine as a bean bag, I swear!” Nancy confessed, Darla laughing hard.

“Right? I swear, he sticks his feet right on it and I have a maximum of a minute to get to the toilet or I’m bursting with the pee tingles!”

“I remember it well! Oh, buttercup. I’m so excited for you. You know, when you guys were here last, Meadow and I sat out on the porch chatting while you and Tommy were in the hammock, and we both said it, how great you looked together. I’m glad you overcame everything that was keeping you apart, I truly am. I think this is the greatest Christmas present you could have given me,” Nancy spoke earnestly, reaching to hug her daughter, elated.

It was a sweet moment for them both, one that was quickly shattered by the merriment that seemed to follow the Cooke brothers everywhere they went, this time Tommy included in the mix.

“This absolutely is not funny. Hell no, put me down!”

“Oh, now you want me to put you down? Shouldn’t have tried your luck then, huh?” Tommy told Gene, who he had across his shoulders, holding on around his thigh and arm, a struggling Gene unable to move.

“What did you do?” Darla asked her brother, her other two following them in, dying laughing.

“Tried to sweep his legs out, but it kinda didn’t work,” Gene confessed, hanging limp, making the whole scene even funnier.

“Yeah, that might not have been in your best interest, huh, Cobra Kai?” Luke teased, referencing the fact that Gene had recently begun taking Karate lessons.

“Maybe not, no. I got pinned and hauled, I’m man enough to admit it, your boy here has some serious skills. He can put you in your damned place when you act up,” Gene directed at Darla as he was finally put back down.

“Not while she’s pregnant, at least. Afterwards though, well...” Tommy trailed off, winking at her, Darla snorting in disgust. She knew he was right, though. Playfights in the past had always ended in her being pinned with minimal ease. He moved to her, kissing her cheek, resting his hand to her bump to feel his boy wriggling around happily, Darla feeling lit up inside. Being there, surrounded by the warmth of her family, happily in love with him, it was all she’d ever wanted.

“No, Gene. You need to pivot more off your back foot or you’ll have no power when you strike,” Tommy then spoke as Gene and Luke messed around, Luke moving at extreme speed around the other side of the island before Tommy got a chance to demonstrate.

“Absolutely not!” he exclaimed, Nancy getting down from her stool.

“No martial arts in the house! Out, go in the backyard. You have a nice layer of fresh snow to break your falls and none of my furniture!”

“I’m good,” Tommy stated, sitting down beside Darla, her brothers all going to pull on their boots before heading outside.

“Mostly in their thirties and they still go out to play. He’ll be in good hands with his uncles when he’s bigger,” she observed, stroking her belly as she leaned back against Tommy, groaning a little.

“Back ache?” she nodded in confirmation, his hands tenderly kneading the aching parts of her lower back a second later, Darla turning her head to kiss his cheek, Nancy beaming at the scene before getting up to continue with dinner preparations. Her children home, her husband shortly on his way, and her grandson’s arrival in the coming weeks.

It was a wonderful Christmas in the Cooke household that year.

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Knock you out

Tommy Conlon x fem! Reader (short smut)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Of course."

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

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

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

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

"Tommy-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#tom hardy #tommy conlon #tommy conlon x reader #tommy conlon x you #fanfic #short one shot #female oc

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inkwolvesandcoffee · 2 years

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Claddagh (F!Irish Human Reader x Werewolf Antiquarian!James Delaney)

Genre: Fluff, Romance, Angst

Pairing: F!Irish Human Reader x James Delaney (M!Werewolf Antiquarian)

Word count: 2.2K

Warnings: Very light angst, allusion to smoking, past violence, and discrimination, tooth-rotting fluff

Summary: Infuriating is one way of describing London-based antiquarian James Delaney. Distant and cold with a tendency to cruelty is another. However, on a sunny day, he allows you to look beyond the darkness around him.

To see the one light he has allowed in.

You.

Author note:

Your modern filí is back! A round of applause for finally finding the motivation to finish and edit this piece, please!

Now, I know James Delaney is a character from Taboo (which is a splendid series, btw, so I highly recommend checking it out), but I have given my own spin on him by lowkey fusing him with Leo Demidov from Child 44 and Tommy Conlon from Warrior. Thus, he has become one of my OCs... this is totally not me trying to justify my decisions. Anyways, he’ll be tagged as one from now on.

Cracking on! Claddagh! What is it?

The Claddagh ring I have inspired this wee piece. It is a traditional Irish ring depicting a crowned heart that’s held by two hands. The heart represents love, the crown stands for loyalty, and the two clasped hands symbolize friendship.

According to Irish author Colin Murphy, the way the piece of jewellery conveys one’s relationship status and is worn with that intention.

On the right hand with the point of the heart toward the fingertips: the wearer is single and might be looking for love.

On the right hand with the point of the heart toward the wrist: the wearer is in a relationship; someone "has captured their heart"

On the left ring finger with the point of the heart toward the fingertips: the wearer is engaged.

On the left ring finger with the point of the heart toward the wrist: the wearer is married.

(Also, it goes without saying I do not own the pictures used in the moodboard and that the credit for them goes to their respective owners)

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Summer days are made for reading and classical music, to be perfectly enjoyed from your balcony while the city lives on in the background. Slivers of conversations over the phone drift on the dry wind as people walk past, some of them seemingly talking to themselves thanks to their earphones or AirPods. If not holding a water bottle, they have a cup in their hands, fueling the ever on-going silent conflict between Costa, Starbucks, and Café Nero. The occasional jogger raises the question of how sane one actually is to go out running when a single minute outside will have your clothes sticking to your skin.

But days like these are also to continuously have the shadow of the man the whole city seems to condemn in the corner of your eye.

“You’re staring.”

“Mhm.”

“Am I really that interesting?” I ask without looking away from the page.

“Mhm,” comes the same gruff answer.

I clench my jaw at his usual lack of response, the rest of my body following suit by growing rigid. Nevertheless, the irritation is blatantly noticeable in the way my fingers briefly dig into the cover of the book, imagining it’s his throat.

Don’t kill him. You’re in this together. The bloody buffoon needs you as much as you need him.

With an exaggerated sigh, I let out the breath I’ve been holding, slip a bookmark between the pages, and throw the novel into my lap. Arms crossed and chin held high, I lean back while keeping my eyes trained on the burly figure making his way over. Likely having missed the weather report yet unbothered by the summer heat, he has opted for the usual dark attire. To be fair, the antiquarian has marched to the beat of his own, admittedly righteous, drum since the moment we met at the auction in Mayfair. So it’s not surprising to see him dressed in a neat black shirt shirt, a matching waistcoat and long trousers. However, the rolled up sleeves are a subtle sign the weather is affecting him. All the same, I do have to give him credit for maintaining a consistent style.

I wish I could say the same for his actions.

“You could at least use words, James. D’you know how- what- what are you doing?”

The torrent of harsh words dancing on the tip of my tongue dies down with each step that closes the distance between us. The low gust of wind carries a whiff of the intoxicating mixture of nicotine, sandalwood and musk, which provokes the side of me that is like putty in his crude hands. By the time there is a single step left, there is no sliver of determination to go against him left, only the willingness to submit and repeat last night.

Although, it would be a repeat of most nights.

It’s shameful and hypocritical to long for the one man who has been nothing but a pain in the arse. Yet, I am guilty of enjoying the sex even if it leads to nowhere. All the same, I try.

Try to find the crossroads.

The place he’ll meet me halfway.

Maybe.

Hopefully.

A silly endeavour, isn’t it?

A pointless silent hope.

The days in the army and those spent shortly as a port labourer at the port of London when not getting involved in cage fights have left his palms rough and callous. Action is in their muscles, threaded through with violence. As deft and strong like a bear catching a salmon, they envelop mine, which snaps me out of the melancholy reverie. Normally, the warmth and feel of his big hands would make my heart somersault, but that’s only during the rare times.

The moments when it isn’t like walking around the walls of Jericho.

The moments in between.

They occur during the late night cigarettes he smokes while I trace his peculiar tattoos, curious about the stories behind them, or he allows me to trace the deep gash running from his neck to his chest, the skin raw and rigid. They are the mornings or evenings of an auction, when he tells me to dress nice before kissing my forehead and getting ready himself. They are even there in the midst of darkness, created by the midnight ghost-like walks around London he sometimes permits me to accompany him on. They also tend to take on the form of the afternoons he spends at the desk at the back of the shop, immersed in inspecting whatever antique he has acquired and thus forgetting all about his tea.

Without milk, strong, dark, preferably darjeeling.

I flinch, but blink in surprise at the ease with which I retract my hand from his. Nonetheless, unwilling to submit to our usual dynamic of me putting in most of the work and him being infuriatingly stoic, I let the sharpness of my tone speak for itself. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

James lets out a gruff sigh and reaches out again. Catching on quickly to the tactic of backing away every inch he comes closer, his rough fingers shoot forth like a rattlesnake and entwine mine in the familiar iron grip I had expected the first time.

Hardly anything turns out alright when the antiquarian is involved, his mere touch meaning violence and darkness are not far behind. Regardless of the lull in our search for the Sturluson text supposedly containing the ritual to enter Valhalla as a living mortal, I refuse to have a part in what lurks in the shadows he has taken with him today.

It’s almost comical, the effort put into trying to pry his bear claw of a hand loose. However, the pushing and pulling nor the wrangled curses are much of a concern, if a bother at all, for the man. Ignoring, as per usual, the struggle to break free from his touch, he calmly rummages in the pocket of his waistcoat.

“I swear by all that is holy and all that is not, if you don’t let go of me right fucking now,” I pick up the book in my lap and hold it up, ready to strike, “I’ll send you to the Devil himself. You could give him a book recommendation as soon as you see him.”

Because I really do like the novel he bought for me during the small trip to Foyles earlier this week on a dreary Monday: The Club Dumas by Arturo Pérez-Reverte.

Not that I would ever admit it because James Delaney is absolutely not worth granting an easy victory. I do have my pride, after all.

The pleasant warmth of his palm falls away as his fingers unfurl to casually pluck the novel out of my hand and plonk it on the glass side table. Then he nods to indicate something below, a note of curiosity in the short grunts he thinks constitutes a proper question.

On my ring finger there’s a thin silver band depicting two hands holding a crowned heart inlaid with my birthstone.

A slight smile spreads on my lips as I slowly raise my hand to admire the piece of jewellery in the sunlight. The wave of nostalgia fully crashes over me as memories of my Nan float to the surface, of the stories she used to tell me as we hiked in Coole Park, the place where the greatest folklorist of our family once resided. What I would not give to return to those days, free and careless.

Away from London.

Away from… James.

Strangely, despite the rocky relationship with the big, burly eejit, the thought of returning to a life without him erases the nostalgic happiness. We are here, in the ever-expanding, all-devouring heart of a broken empire.

And, somehow, there is a part of me that would not have it any other way. Because if there is someone who might know it best, it’s the bloody bastard whose stormy greyish blue eyes are sparkling with rare delight. A sliver of a smirk tugs at the corners of his full lips, barely restrained.

So this was your master plan all along, was it?

A pleasant warmth expands in my chest, moving up in a flush across my neck and face. Various emotions are at war with one another, though none of them know how to adequately express themselves. So, I lower my head to hide the effect the gift and, essentially, he has on me. Nevertheless, the way I twist the band around my finger should provide James with ample evidence to imagine how I truly feel even though neither words nor my tone convey a genuine sense of gratitude. “Uhm, I mean… thank… you?”

A sonorous, gravelly purr rises from the depths of his throat. I snap up at the sound, but awkwardly clear my throat at the sight of the eyebrow cocked in surprise. If there is one thing I refuse it’s granting James the pleasure of detecting any hint of fragility in me. He might be a wolf, but even a human woman has her pride and being to protect, which she can very well do herself. “Don’t think I’ll let you off because of this. Do you always have to be so fucking difficult?”

“Like it?”

Lips pursed, I raise my shoulders in a vain attempt to shrink and hide myself from his annoyingly proud scrutiny. “Yes.”

“Good.”

“Why, though?”

His expression falters and he remains quiet, holding out on providing an answer. After all, why would there be a reason for him to give a gift as intimate as a promise, especially one embodied by a band around a specific finger?

I mimic his expression, a response which causes him to roll his eyes. Nonetheless, he briefly glances to the side and licks his lips, sitting on the answer yet unable to voice it.

After another moment of silence, he finally answers. “You’ve been missing home, but have been unwilling to talk to me about it. My contact in Ireland procured this ring for me, telling me I-’’

He leaves the sentence unfinished and swallows hard, hesitant to share his weakness.

“What? What did they tell you?” I probe, wilfully forgetting how often it has led to nothing. If James is one thing, it’s a man of few words and a lot of bottled up feelings.

However, much to my surprise, there is an actual response.

“That I should be open with you. Sit down and talk. Try to be less…” he lets out a deep sigh and looks down at his fiddling fingers, uncertain now that they no longer have a ring to hold.

The silence returns and lingers for a moment while I patiently wait for him to continue. A strange remorse mars his features when he looks up again and locks his gaze with mine. Barely audible, he finishes the sentence. “Savage.”

The barely audible word drops a heavy stone in my stomach and tugs heavily on the strings holding my heart together, usually so tightly woven yet now almost tearing apart for perhaps one of the most infuriating men I have met throughout my life. And yet, here I am, hurting for, no, with him.

Despite the usual hesitance to touch him, never knowing whether he’ll allow it, I extend a trembling hand to cup his cheek. James leans into the touch, his lashes slowly fluttering shut as he, perhaps unconsciously, emits another appreciative purr as my fingers glide over the stubble lining his jaw.

My throat thick with sorrow and pain, I try to offer him solace as best I can. “You might not seem to understand basic etiquette at times, which drives me up the bloody wall, I won’t lie to you. But, all the same, you’ve never been savage in my eyes.”

“Good.”

“Thank you for the ring.”

“Mhm.”

Ah, we’re back at noises for answers.

Although the wolfish communication is normally a point of contention, it isn’t now. For James to open up like this is a big feat, an massive effort, so it’s only fair of me to leave him be instead of chastising him for who he simply is.

Feeling a little brave and foolish enough to test the waters, I ask him a question I had never thought I would. “Can I hug you?”

Nose pressed into my palm to nuzzle it like a wolf scenting something, warming the skin with the friction caused by his coarse but neatly trimmed beard, he nods in consent. “Mhm.”

I get up from the chair, crouch down, and carefully embrace him. True to his word, James returns the gesture. However, my heart skips a beat when he lifts me into his lap and tightens the hug, burying his face in my neck like he had with my hand a moment ago.

I don’t ask questions. Instead, I remain silent and live in the moment.

Thus we sit on the tiles as London roars and carries on without a care in the background, arms entwined.

And though the timing might be right and I could for once push my pride aside, the three words that have crossed my mind nowadays remain sitting on the tip of my tongue.

The sunlight reflects off of the Claddagh ring.

On my left ring finger.

The point of the heart turned towards the wrist.

#Tom Hardy #Tom Hardy x Reader #Tom Hardy fiction #Tom Hardy fanfiction #Tom Hardy fanfic #James Delaney #James Delaney x Reader #exophilia #terato #werewolf #werewolf boyfriend #monster lover #monster boyfriend #monster fucker #OC: James Delaney

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Trans cowboy Jack Kelly

Modern Racetrack Higgins

Trans surfer dude Racetrack Higgins

Fall-time Davey Jacobs

Ralbert

Jack Kelly

Greaser Jack Kelly

Spralbert

Katherine Plummer phone background

dark academia/royalty core Jack Kelly

Moritz Stiefel

Ernst Robel

Hernst

Ilse Neumann

Ottorg

Zowens

Melchritz

Racetrack Higgins as Spiderman

Cottagecore Jack Kelly

Sarah Jacobs

Les Jacobs

Jack Kelly in Santa Fe

Jackcrutchie as Bonnie and Clyde

Winn Schott Junior

Brooklyn Spot Conlon

Elmer

Jackcrutchie

Elmer, Crutchie, and JoJo

Katherine Plummer- Pultizer with Journey to the past

Wendla Bergmann and Moritz Stieffel

Tommy Boy

Crutchie Morris and a funfair

Nature vibe Elmer

Rainy Day Dara

Davey Jacobs with Snakes

Autistic Davey Jacobs

Modern Crutchie Morris

Clyde Barrow

Canon Jackcrutchie

Zookeeper Davey

Superhero Dara

Ralbert

92sies Mush

Vintage Crutchie

Trans Racedtrack Higgins

Medda Larkin

Yellow Crutchie

MobBoss Spot Conlon

Melchior Gabor

Moritz Steifel

Newsbians

Davey Jacobs

Hannah

Jacktrack

Crutchie as Shaggy from scooby doo

Art!Teacher Jack Kelly

Jock Racetrack Higgins

Davey and Les

Elmer

Racetrack Higgins [Canon and Modern]

Katherine Plummer-Pulitzer

Spot Conlon

Jackcrutchie

Dara soulmate AU

Ballet!AU Sarah Jacobs

Josephine [OC]

Two depressed painters

Dara

Vampire Davey

Jazzman Jack Kelly

Dancer Spot Conlon

Cora Higgins

#newsies #spring awakening #jack kelly #davey jacobs #moodboards

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iamkatehardy · 4 years

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Imagine soothing Tommy after a fight.

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

Warnings: smutish?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“God, I love you.”

“Not more than I do.”

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

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

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clairecrive · 4 years

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“Let’s stay home|Quarantine AU”

Here it is guys! I know it’s a little later than usual but I’m actually happy with the outcome, I only hope you do too! i decided to take @ashesbelle suggestion and do a game night chapter. I knew it had a lot of potential and I did my best to make it fun. Feel free to always leave suggestions and ideas about this story! Anyway, next chapter it’s going to be Bane! ugh, can’t wait!

Tag list: @deaflikehawkeye, @mollybegger-blog, @evelynshelby, @br0ck-eddie, @of-love-and-of-the-sea, @sopxhiea, @fandom--0verdose, @shadow-of-wonder, @innerpaperexpertcloud (let me know if you wanna be added!)

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Chapter 3 - “Game night”

Adjusting to their new daily life hadn’t been so difficult as Emma would have thought. To be honest, the idea of living with three men had terrorized her a little, not because she was afraid or something, she knew she was safe with them, but because of what it implied. Emma had never been the perfect housewife kind of girl. She learned how to take care of herself and her house but that was that. Primal survival skills. Now she was stuck at home with three grown-up men and she suddenly wondered how it was going to go when it came to chores. She really hoped that they didn’t believe she was going to do all the work because if they did, well they better think twice. After the guys had settled in and rested after the long journey, well only Tommy actually since Eddie already lived in the city, Emma gathered them all in the kitchen.

“Since no one has left, I presume that you’ve all decided to spend this upcoming quarantine here,” she broke the ice, “although, you can still change your mind and catch a plane or a train before it’s too late.” she continued looking at each of them.

“Why does this feel like a kind of initiation?” Eddie mused suspiciously making Emma throw an ugly look at him.

“It’s not but I hope you understand that every one of you is involved and so has to lend a hand,” she continued. However, she could see that they weren’t really following her so she decided to be more direct. “I’m talking about house chores guys.”

Emma watched as realization washed over their faces and to her surprise, there was no trace of reluctance.

“Of course pet, don’t even have to say it,” Alfie mumbled crossing his arms on his chest making Emma send a sweet smile his way. She had always known that when it came to lending a hand Alfie had never refused nor complained.

“Whatever you want my lady.” Eddie, of course, complied sarcastically while Tommy only nodded. Emma knew that he had been taking care of himself for a while now, her heart would always clench in apprehension for him at the fact and this current situation was no different. She was happy that he was here though, she would make sure that he was doing okay.

“Wonderful. Now, let’s get to business, what do we want to eat tonight?”

***

After everyone agreed that it was definitely the right night to order some pizza, Emma had called her trusted pizza place down the road. They were still enjoying the food when Alfie came up with a tremendous idea: playing board games.

“Absolutely not.” Emma posed her veto already imagining hundreds of ways in which it could be wrong.

“Why, are you afraid of losing?” Alfie, never the missing the chance to take the piss on her, mocked her.

“Board games are the recipe for the perfect disaster. You all transform into children when you play. And maybe you have forgotten Alfred but we’re going to live together for a while.” She glared at him, explaining her point of view as a matter of factly.

“She just knows that she’s going to lose.” Again, Alfie taunted her looking at Tommy for his support but he didn’t go along with him. Emma did her best to fought the sudden voice in her head that pushed her to prove him wrong. However, she knew that she needed to be the one to keep the balance and if she played, there was a slight chance that she’d got carried away and then she wasn’t sure what could happen. Alfie loved provoking her and putting her on edge, and she was competitive and prone to angry outbursts when she played. That wasn’t a good match. Knowing this, she took a deep breath forcing herself to calm down and ignored him.

“You can play if you want, I think there’s Risiko and a few other board games in my room. I think I’ll pass.” She informed them, looking at Tommy while she spoke.

She left the kitchen with their dirty plates while the guys discussed to choose which game they were going to play. While she threw away the remnants of food, she heard Eddie explain that he couldn’t play because he had a deadline to meet. So Tommy and Alfie were left to pick up a game and they settled for Risiko. Emma smirked at their choice knowing it was Alfie’s way of winning easy.

They went looking for the game and then started arranging the board and their armies on it. A while into the game though, Alfie was rather disappointed to realize that he was in fact losing. Every time they would come to battle, Tommy would manage to get bigger numbers than him. A little suspicious, if you asked him. But decided to stay quiet for the time being and study his opponent instead.

Meanwhile, Emma had settled on the couch beside the table they were playing on so that she could keep an eye on them and get a little work done at the same time. She wasn’t really paying them attention but every once in a while she would glance at the board and notice in amusement how Alfie was definitely losing. An angry puff would leave his lips from time to time whenever Tommy would beat him but he hadn’t said anything yet. She wondered how long was he going to last. She knew Tommy was pretty stoic but Alfie definitely wasn’t. It was only a matter of time before he would snap. She could almost see him filling up and ready to spill.

“Oi mate, that’s enough cheatin’ from ya.” And as Emma predicted, here it was. He didn’t last long after all. Alfie bellowed outraged, his cockney accent thick, and Tommy was getting really fed up with him. Even if he was a master of keeping his cool, Emma could see by the way he was nervously drumming his fingers on the table.

“Listen, pal, I’m not cheating. If you don’t know how to lose then you shouldn’t play.”

Between Tommy’s stone-cold stare and Alfie’s temper, it was a really good match, one Emma was amused to witness but wary at the same time. Watching them cat fighting over their lost army, she decided to leave to it a little longer before intervening. And when Alfie threatened that maybe it was better to show who was stronger outside, she finally spoke up.

“Okay guys, that’s enough.” Putting her laptop away from her lap, she lifted to sit on the couch rather than laying down.

“Yes Thomas, that’s fucking enough. Start playin fair, will ya?” Alfie complained totally misreading Emma’s words and was starting to go on a rant regarding how it was always the Thomas that would start trouble and fucking cheating. However, Emma had already heard this speech one time too much and stopped him.

“Alfie,” trying to keep a smile away from her face she made him look at her, “Risiko is a game of luck. Everything is decided with a roll of the dice, Tommy’s not cheating,” she explained calmly not wanting him to feel like he was being scolded.

“The fuck it is, it’s a game of tactic and plannin. It’s fucking war, innit?” Alfie stood his ground, getting only worked up since he felt that Emma was taking Tommy’s side. The latter though, jumped at the occasion to get away from him as soon as Emma spoke up. Tommy didn’t do arguments nor drama. That was one of the reasons him and Emma got along so well.

“Do you decide how many of your tanks go down in a fight with dice too in war?” Getting the tutting tone out of her voice was getting harder and harder for Emma. She knew Alfie though, and she was very aware of his stubbornness. However, Emma couldn’t help but consider him adorable in that moment. With his face scrunched up for the building anger, and the scowl on his lips because he wasn’t getting his way, he much resembled a child. A petulant one but an adorable one nonetheless.

“Fucking hell,” were the only words that Emma could hear given that the others mashed up in one incomprehensible mumble.

“C’mon Alfie, stop trying to prove that your gun is bigger than Tommy’s,” Emma dismissed him getting back to the article she needed to write while Tommy, who had sat on the love seat next to the couch she was on, tried to cover his snort with a cough. However, without wanting to, Emma had only managed to anger him more.

“Why would I pet, right, fucking wast me time in proving something you already know?” He hissed this time, anger filling every fibre of his body. Arching one of eyebrows, Tommy mocked him without actually speaking up but Alfie paid him no mind. His eyes were fixed on Emma.

Letting out a sigh, Emma moved her laptop on her side, again. She knew that she had been dragged in now and that Alfie wouldn’t let her be before settling this.

“I already know, you say.” She just pointed out. She didn’t want to argue but couldn’t walk away either.

“You ‘aven’t seen his, right? So you can’t really fucking say can ya? You know my gun’s big tho’.”

“And how do you know I haven’t?” She taunted and this time Alfie froze, taking in her implication, his eyes moving from her to Tommy multiple times as if he was deciding if she was serious or not.

“Yer fucking takin the piss now.” He decided that there couldn’t have been something of that nature between them.

“She ain’t. We’re lovers fo’ a while.” Tommy jumped in and confirmed Emma’s words. Neither of them spoke for a while and Emma thought that the conversation had been ended that way. However, she was surprised to find out that they’re both looking expectantly at her.

“Forget it. I’m not going this.” God, what did she put herself into…

“You fucking are,” Alfie stated, “C’mon Em. He’s a big lad, he can take it.” Oh Alfie, ever so cocky. Emma looked at Tommy for support but was had had enough. This man was way too cocky for his liking. It was time to put him in his place.

“C’mon Emma, tell us.” To her amazement, Tommy actually agreed with Alfie. If the situation wasn’t so bloody embarrassing, she would have been proud of them for cooperating.

“Okay then, pull your pants down.” She said hoping to deter them in this way.

“Fucking what?” Alfie protested while Tommy just stared at her. She was basing her tactic to the innate discomfort that all straight men seemed to have in being naked around another naked guy. She hoped it would work and in the meantime, she would enjoy the unease on their face. That’ll teach them to put her in this position.

“C’mon big guy, are you bucking down?” Surprising them both, Tommy taunted Alfie turning to him. It seemed he had taken it personal.

“Are you homo or somefing mate? Don’t want ya staring at me.”

“She’s the only one who has to look, man. I’m not interested. At all.” Tommy pointed out with a roll of his eyes and turned back to face Emma that watched their exchange in fascination. But it was getting late and she was getting tired of all of this.

“You know what?” coming up with a way to put an end to this, she got up from the couch and approached them. Without missing a beat, her hands gripped both of their packs making them gasp in surprise. “See? Everything is where it’s supposed to be and I reckon you both know how to use it. That’s all that matters right?” She patronizingly tutted at them, finishing all by patting gently their face.

Emma then turned to gather her stuff and left the room like nothing happened, leaving behind her two very stunned and slightly aroused men. This had only been the first night of living together and it already had proven interesting. Seems like they were in for a wild ride.

#let's stay home #quarantine AU #alfie solomons #eddie brock #tommy conlon #alfie solomons fanfiction #alfie solomons fanfic #eddie brock fanfiction #tommy conlon fanfiction #alfie solomons x oc #eddie brock x oc #tommy conlon x oc #game night #risiko

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alice-blue-skies · 4 years

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Hi I wanna talk about my latest fic, but my friends are all asleep. So I hope you enjoy this. It’s a Modern AU because thats all I write. I’m sorry

First off! My OC is baby and I love her. Her names Elliott Max Conlon, but she goes by Ellie or Elle. She’s Spot, Race, Jack, and Crutchie’s little sister, as well as Medda and Denton’s only daughter (She’s blood related to Spot, but the rest is adoption)

Second! The cliques with in the group are very s p i c y. We have:

The Chaos: Race, Albert, Elmer, Finch and Tommy Boy.

The Brains: Kath, Davey, Bill, Specs and Darcy.

The Innocents: Elmer, JoJo, Buttons, Crutchie, and Elliott.

The Muscle: Albert, Tommy Boy, Jack, Finch and Spot

The Delinquents: Race, Albert, Romeo, Tommy Boy, Finch

Third! The ships. They are a plentiful. There’s Crutchie x JoJo (I have no clue what this ship name is. Jochie?), Kathrine x Spot (Kat), Elmer x Tommy Boy (Again, I have no clue what the name is. Elmmy Boy?) Specs x Romeo (Spromeo), Medda x Denton (medton ???) and Albert x Buttons (Again, I honestly don’t know. Alttons?)

Fourth! The headcanons I have somehow decided upon in my Tiny Monkey Brain™. I will list them. They are few, but good. At least I think (They probably aren’t. I came up with most of them at like 2 am)

The Chaos Boys™ are total stoners and smoke cigarettes cause their Baddasses™ (But Elmer doesn’t smoke weed cause his mother instilled the fear of god the last time she caught him, and Tommy Boy doesn’t smoke cigarettes anymore, he’ll have you know)

Elmer and Buttons legally Can Not swear.

Crutchie won’t hesitate to cut a bitch

Race will also cut a bitch (So would Jack and Spot, but we been knew)

Specs, Elmer, Buttons, and JoJo are pacifists (They will only fight if they absolutely have to)

The Innocents* are feared because they each have one of The Muscle-y boys assigned to them (Elmer has Tommy Boy, Albert got Buttons, Elliott is Spot and Jack’s problem, but also Finch)

*The Innocents that arent included in that are JoJo and Crutchie. (See #3) but JoJo is like the happy quiet kid that can verbally slaughter you so people tend to just stay on his good side

Kathrine’s a bad bitch

Tommy Boy drinks like three gallons of Respecting Women Juice everyday (He was raised by a single mom and is the father figure in his little sisters life and he wants his sister to know how men should treat her and he loves his mom so much)

Fifth! I gave them parents! And Siblings! and I gave the parents jobs! Here are the sibling counts and the parents:

Albert: has one set of parents and two older brothers

Bill: He has his dad, He’s had two step moms cause his dad like trophy wives, he’s got an older brother, and two younger sisters

Buttons: He has both of his parents, Four brothers and four sisters (Two of each gender is older and two of each gender are younger)

Crutchie: He’s got a mom (Medda), a dad (Denton), three older brothers (Jack, Race, and Spot) and a younger sister (Elliott)

Darcy: If y’all thought Bill’s step moms were a lot, poor Darcy's got his dad and his five step moms because his dad Really likes trophy wives (Seriously, the kid mixes up the names all the time and will call the current one by one of the other ones names). He’s got a younger sister

Davey: He’s got his parents and Les.

Elliott: She has her Mom (Medda), and her four older brothers (Jack, Race, Spot, and Crutchie)

Elmer: He’s got his parents, four brothers and three sisters, all older

Finch: He has his Step-Mom (Who’s pretty much just his mom) and his dad. One younger sister

Jack: He’s got a mom (Medda), a dad (Denton), two brothers of the same age (Race and Spot), a younger brother (Crutchie), and a younger sister (Elliott)

JoJo: He’s got his parents, two younger brothers and three older sisters

Kathrine: She has her mom, step-dad and real dad, Only Child

Les: He’s got his parents and Davey

Race: He’s got a mom (Medda) a dad (Denton), two brothers of the same age (Jack and Spot), a younger brother (Crutchie), and a younger sister (Elliott)

Romeo: He’s got his dad and two older brothers

Specs: He’s got his parents, one older brother, one younger sister

Spot: He’s got a mom (Medda), a dad (Denton), two brothers of the same age (Jack and Race), a younger brother (Crutchie), and a younger sister (Elliott)

Tommy Boy: He just has his mom and his little sister

And the jobs (None of this will ever really be mentioned or me important but I have to have something)

Albert: His mom’s a bookstore owner, and his dad’s a bar tender

Bill: His mother figures are house wives and his dad’s the owner of the New York Times (I spelled York wrong like six times)

Buttons: His mom is a seamstress and his dad’s a tailor

Crutchie: Medda owns a bar, Denton works as a radio show host

Darcy: Again the mothers figures are house wives and his dad’s the owner of the New York Post

Davey: Mom does daycare and Dads a teacher

Elliott: Medda owns a bar, Denton works as a radio show host

Elmer: teachers the lot of em

Finch: His mom’s a zoo keeper and his dad owns a cafe (He has really cool parents)

Jack: Medda owns a bar, Denton works as a radio show host

JoJo: Moms an accountant and dads a lawyer (My brothers going to go to school to be an accountant)

Kathrine: Mom and Step dad work for the Sun as reporters and her dad’s a senior editor for the New York Times

Les: Mom does daycare and dads a teacher

Race: Medda owns a bar, Denton works as a radio show host

Romeo: Dads a truck driver

Specs: Moms a teacher and Dads an accountant

Spot: Medda owns a bar, Denton works as a radio show host

Tommy Boy: His moms a nurse

Alright thats it

#newsies #god its just all of them innit #tommy boy #elmer sagloo #jack kelly #racetrack higgins #spot conlon #this is the rambling of someone who is slowly losing their mind #davey jacobs #les jacobs #specs #albert dasilva #kathrine #comet screams

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secretlystalking · 11 years

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you told me that you'd never let me go

#Tom Hardy #Tommy conlon x oc #my edit #the hiatus #tommy conlon #warrior #music #my shit

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darklydeliciousdesires · 2 years

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Paradise Circus - Chapter Nineteen.

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen

Tag list - In the comments

Words - 2,297

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. NO MINORS, PLEASE!

He took no time and gave no tease of the promise of his mouth between her legs, tongue flattening at her folds, tasting her hungrily with a long swipe as she wiggled, nails trailing his scalp, hissing with exclamation when he bathed her little bud in the slow incessancy of wet, languid circles. Oh, that was it. That was what she’d craved, the touch of a mouth, a man, the heat of someone against her. Him. All she’d wanted in her hormonally driven state was him.

The radiance he evoked melted down her spine to puddle at the fingers he slid into her, rubbing at her insides unrelentingly. What he gave was blinding, making little comets streak through her, the ecstasy conjured so intense, it was almost agonising. And they had to be silent, absolutely silent throughout. Thank heavens the new bed wasn’t squeaky, because Darla just knew she was about to be brutally pounded into it.

Tipping her head back, she panted softly, her feet resting up on the broad planes of his thick shoulders, feeling herself opened further by a third finger stretched into her heat, exploring the tight cavern with delicious thoroughness. Her back bent like a bowstring, a helpless cry pouring from her mouth as the fingers that circled, bottomed out and pulled back once more hit everything sensitive within.

With his fingers scraping against those nerves, his tongue beating wildly over her clit, he had her reeling, her hand fisted tight in his hair, the other gripping the sheets as she felt the synapses hitting like lightning bouncing, her release sudden and rending.

“Damn, that was quick,” he commented, turning to kiss her thigh.

She tried to form words through each ragged pant, failing, her inability to speak the cause of his soft laughter. “I think it’s the hormones, everything is amped up. But it’s you, too. Make no mistake. You always do ruin me.”

He continued to chuckle, kissing his way up her body, nudging his hardened cock at her soaking entrance and slipping in with ease. It was near crippling, just how good it felt for them both, being re-joined. She sighed in utter bliss at being filled, her walls stretched, tingling, the bliss pulsing through her already, her extreme sensitivity from being pregnant making for some powerful emotions to course through her, glimmers wracking her, her insides glowing with incandescence. It was more than perfect. It was utterly heavenly.

Lying beneath him, the chiselled mass of muscles, such a vast expanse of chest as he lowered himself to her, Darla felt overcome, swept up, eclipsed by him entirely, surrendered to whatever he wished to inflict as her mouth granted him the kisses he sought, powerful hands spreading her thighs wider as his cock began to rut her deep. He kept his weight on his forearms so as not to rest on her bump, before sitting back on his heels, pressing her legs down against the bed, his fingers stroking her inner thighs. Oh, how he’d missed being inside of her.

He fucked into her with hard, sharp snaps of his hips, pouring himself into her entirely, his hand stroking her neck as he kissed her with fervent desire, his groans thick, chest heaving, lost in the abyss that was her, the woman he shouldn’t be losing himself to, but happily let himself be. He sped up, the momentum making her gasp softly as he gave himself unrelentingly making him feel as if his very soul was smouldering.

Everything but everything faded into insignificance, but beneath the layers of turbo charged lust, he knew it was wrong.

He gave her unrelenting, plunging strokes, Darla laying little bites across this thick meat of his traps as his slippery cock dragged her tender walls with frictionless ease, hands locked at her hips as he prevented her from being shunted across the bed by each powerful thrust.

Just viewing him, glittering, stormy blue eyes, stubbly jaw, wide biceps that her hands clutched upon, his broad chest heaving, Darla feel drunk on him. Every last inch of his body was utter heavenly perfection, but none more so than the enormous phallus he keenly gave every last inch of to her, sating her craving for him and only him.

A mist of lust crept over her skin as she was repeatedly split wide around his girth, goosebumps prickling her flesh, nipples pebbling, his big hands chasing the flush as he watched her intently, so full of him, the breath knocked from her lungs when he moved to dagger her deeper, her summit breached, his cock evoking tingles to soar up her spine.

“Fuck.” He grunted, his voice all gravel, watching her soaking plush gloss his cock thickly as she moved against him with unfettered vigour, a flush of pleasure beginning to wind in her core, like a small tornado starting to whirl, her fingers flexing at his biceps as he moved with ardent purpose, chasing his release.

He had her softly shuddering, each stroke of his cock along such molten walls evoking shudders, the exquisite deepness of him filling and emptying her making pleasure burn through her veins, tingles soaring. The friction became tighter as she clamped upon him, Tommy fighting the hard clutch of her walls, gripping her waist and arrowing down harder, sending the waves of her release skittering through her.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Ohh!” It crashed in ceaseless waves, her would-be holler muffled by his mouth landing upon hers, nails grazing the linen beneath her as she shattered around him, shaking and panting, his own release utterly capsizing him with the severity. He hadn’t cum so hard in months.

“Wow.”

“Yeah.” Resting his head to hers, he nuzzled her cheek, looking pained suddenly, sighing. “But fuck, now I just got smacked hard by guilt. Ahhh, fuck! What the fuck have I done?”

He slipped from within her, lying on his back at her side, chest still rising and falling heavily as it washed over him, the guilt of cheating on Cassie. Darla didn’t have a clue what to say to him, but knew as he turned away from her that he likely didn’t want to hear anything at all. Silence was probably her best option.

“Tommy, don’t blame yourself solely. This was on both of us.” A few moments after her post-orgasmic cloudiness had cleared, she decided that yes, there were words that needed to be spoken.

“You have an excuse, you’re under hormonal, horny duress. I had none, I’m just a fucking shit of a man, content to cheat on his girlfriend because it was preferrable to controlling myself.”

“And it was one time. I don’t condone cheating, but we just lost our heads a little. It's been an emotional day, too, so there’s that as well. Try not to beat yourself up so much,” she continued, the awfulness now beginning to hit her as well. They shouldn’t have done it, but oh, it had felt so good! An encounter that can’t have lasted longer than fifteen minutes, and she was entirely satisfied. That was the power of Tommy’s fuck, she supposed.

“I think I’m gonna, regardless of anything else. It can’t happen again; I have to be better. We have to be better. But shit, it was great though, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, we do. And yes, it was. I think we should perhaps spend a little time apart once we’re home, just in case. Or at least until my horniness begins to fucking subside once more?”

“So, I’ll see you on the kid’s eighteenth then? Gotcha.” His joke cut any of the lingering awkwardness, sharing laughter, Tommy still feeling like the worst boyfriend in existence beneath it, though. “In seriousness, I think that’s a good plan, though.”

“It is, in the interests of any further lapses in self-control, because right now, you’re the forbidden fruit to me.”

“I’m the damned KFC you can’t eat, this one time aside.” More laughter followed, at likening himself to one of her pregnancy cravings.

“You are, though!” she agreed, glad he seemed to be mellowing a little. She didn’t want him to feel bad. Hell, he’d be kicking himself enough when he saw Cassie again, this much she knew. “Anyway, I came up here tired and after that, I’m exhausted. Night, night, my friend. Thank you for taking the edge off.”

“I’d say anytime, but I can’t.” He began, smiling thinly. “Sleep well, though. You too, little man.” He stroked her bump and turned over, his mind an absolute mess of freefalling thoughts, the guilt still swirling. All he had to do was return to Cassie’s arms and put some distance between himself and the unfaithful event, Darla too for a while, and all would be well.

He knew he was kidding himself, though.

The next morning, they planned to spend their last day taking Darla’s and Meadow’s mother’s out for lunch, Darla getting up early so she could spend a little time with her dad before he left to go and spend another day in his thriving restaurant, where there would be a line out the door come lunchtime, the many church goers of Pittsburgh choosing his establishment to eat at with their families after service.

Because of this early start, Darla slept for the majority of the journey home, Tommy and Meadow sharing the driving, dropping Darla off first when they arrived back before heading to hers.

“You look like you need coffee. Come on, I’ll even make you one from the fancy machine,” Meadow offered, taking her bag from the trunk.

“Sounds good, mouse.”

Once inside, she greeted her wife with a huge hug and kiss, Tommy poking his head round the lounge door to say hello before continuing to the kitchen, feeling as if he needed several drinks. “Fuck it, I can just leave my car here. It’s only two blocks.” he muttered, pulling a bottle of vodka from the fridge and pouring himself a shot.

“That coffee is very Russian. And cold.” Meadow noted, closing the door softly behind her and moving to the coffee machine, inserting a pot and switching it on.

“I needed it.”

She nodded, leaning back against the counter and folding her arms. “I sense you might need a few more, so leave the bottle out, it’s okay. If it oils you enough to talk over what’s bugging you, then I’m all for it. Leave your car here. You need a chat, don’t you?”

He nodded, sinking another shot.

“And I take it this is about Darla?”

Another nod.

“Jesus, Tommy. You need to make up your mind here, because this is your life! This isn’t a dress rehearsal, my friend,” she stated, Tommy sinking another shot as she poured out her coffee, figuring she’d be the only one partaking, since he looked entirely content with her bottle of Square One Organic.

“I had sex with her last night. I cheated on Cassie. It’s a fucking mess.”

“Oh, Christ,” she began, running a hand through her hair. “You were bad, to do that. If you want the sharp side of the truth, you shouldn’t have ever got with Cassie in the first place, because you know you’re using her to avoid the truth.”

“It makes sense with Cassie, though. I have so little in common with Darla, it doesn’t work, we don’t... ah, fuck!” He closed his eyes tightly, slumping back against the counter, Meadow feeling like she needed a shot of that vodka herself.

“You want to know what you have in common, huh? Each other. That’s what you have in common. All your differences, they’re small! You’ve both learned to communicate through them too, and surely having those differences keeps things interesting, right? When you’re getting along so well now, I just fail to see your fear! What, you really think things are that volatile beneath the surface that if you get together with her, all the hard work will be just thrown out of the window? Tommy, that would imply that the solid ground you’ve built upon isn’t solid at all. It doesn’t make sense!”

He remained silent, her words hitting him hard, because they were true.

“Tommy?” she exclaimed softly, gripping his arms gently. “Are you sure this is what you want? Really? To deny yourself the person who I think, I think has your heart? Because I don’t think it’s Cassie, really, if you’re honest. I think you adore her, and I get it, she’s such a lovely girl, but it’s always going to be Darla for you, isn’t it?”

He looked conflicted, and immediately she felt bad for pushing it, trying to make him face up to it, throwing her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. He knew she was coming from a good place, though, not wanting him to make a mistake. What she was making him face, though, it was scary, a step he wasn’t sure whether he was ready to take.

“Yeah. Yeah, it is.”

“Then go to her and tell her!”

“I can’t, I can’t fuck it up. I know everyone keeps telling me I’m not my father, but if I pursue something with Darla then I will be. I can’t take that risk, I can’t have that for my son, so I’m stuck. I’m fucking stuck, Meadow.”

He blinked, two tears running down his cheeks, sniffing heavily as Meadow hugged him more. She said nothing else, for no words needed to be said. Her friend just needed to be held. Anything else would follow, should he choose it to, should he wake up to the fact that him and Darla were perfect for one another, not because of common interests, not because of toxicity that no longer existed, but just because they were.

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Paradise Circus - Chapter Twelve.

As usual, a huge thanks for the PCBC! Your continued readership makes me so happy! :)

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven

Tag list - In the comments

Words - 2,703

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. NO MINORS, PLEASE!

“Come on, ladies. None of you are sweating enough yet!”

“Hear that, Laura? He likes it when we're wet!”

“I like it when you’re working hard, Lisa, not chit chatting.”

“Was it because I mentioned being wet? Am I distracting you, Tommy?”

“Okay, jumping jacks. I want thirty, go!”

Darla could barely breathe at Lisa’s comment, the women an absolute riot. Tommy had been right; they were shameless flirts with him. Who wouldn’t be, though? For them, he was probably the greatest eye candy in the world.

“Darla, you’re barely clearing ground. Jump higher.”

“Screw you!”

“Later,” he muttered, maybe not quietly enough.

“Ooooh, is she your girlfriend, Tommy?” Valerie, his favourite of the group cooed. She was his favourite because she mostly left him alone, but in that moment, much to Tommy’s embarrassment, she couldn’t help herself.

“Is she, Tommy?” Lisa then asked, panting hard. “What, you’re going to break all our hearts by telling us you’re taken?”

“Keep going, seventeen, eighteen, come on, you’re over halfway, twenty,” he continued, not giving them the response they were poking at him for. “Okay, and rest. Nicely done.”

Walking over to Darla, he cracked up when she gave him the middle finger, so out of breath, she could barely even sip her water. “I’m dead, you’ve killed me.”

Leaning in close, this time, he made sure she was definitely the only one who could hear. “I’ll go down on you for an hour to make up for it.”

“I’m setting a timer!” she replied brightly, winking, making him laugh. Once the training session was over and they’d gone back to his place and showered, he very much stuck to his promise.

“I’m thinking I should just stay at H, personally,” he told her, after beginning to lick each letter of the alphabet with the tip of his tongue over her clit. “I... J... K...”

“Oh my god!”

“H and K are winners. I’m storing that for the future.”

She wriggled against his mouth, lost in the utter carnal bliss his tongue evoked within her, Tommy continuing. She nearly lost her mind when he got to Q.

“So, it’s H, K, Q and Y. Mental notes have been made. And now, to repeat them.”

He did, and Darla trembled in bliss as he licked the letters over her bundle, again and again, her thighs skimming his stubbly face, the scruff of his short beard scratchy against her skin, her nails trailing his scalp as she moaned helplessly. Her clit was tingling with pleasure, little skitters rocking her core as he continued, stopping to suck every so often, two thick fingers finding their way inside her, crooking, rubbing at her as he ate her ruinously.

“Please don’t stop, I’m gonna cum, fuck!” she cried, her body tensing before the light blazed through her, her body a fit of judders in the wake of her release, Tommy moving his mouth to her inner thigh, his fingers gentle as he felt her flutter around them, giving her a few moments to cool down before he returned his tongue. He did say an hour, after all.

She throbbed against each lick, each carefully administered swirl of his hungry tongue, still a little oversensitive as her nails flexed at his thick shoulders, her hips keening against the utter glory of what his mouth conjured against her. H, K, Q and Y. Those letters definitely had much different meaning to her now.

He drew hisses and mewls from her as she panted softly, her body spasming hard as he began to suck her bud, Darla unsure if she was pulling away or shunting closer, crying out as he ate her fervently and without pause. Those women from the boot camp class would be green with envy if they knew what their coach was doing to her right at that moment, Darla smirking to herself somewhat that she got him all to herself. Well... that remained to be seen. Of course, had confided that he’d enjoyed his date with Cassie despite not being in the right headspace for it, so who knew what would happen there?

Would he keep seeing her? If so, where did that leave them? She knew they were trying to get along as friends mostly to begin with, to decide sensibly on the course of whether she remained pregnant or not, but then, the sexual side of it, it did confuse her. Maybe they shouldn’t be tumbling into bed with one another at any given moment?

“Hey, what’s up? You’ve gone all tense, and quiet,” he observed, emerging from between her legs, fingertips stroking her thighs as he kissed her pubic mound.

“Nothing, it’s okay. I just had a panic for a minute thinking I’d left my front door open.”

“Nah, you locked it. I saw you do it. Now, stop thinking of anything that ain’t me wrecking this perfect little pussy with my mouth.”

That wasn’t difficult at all, Tommy beginning to have her sparking wildly against each well-placed lick, his mouth making her tighten, a smile playing his lips as he watched her writhe. “There you go, beautiful. You enjoy yourself. Fuck, you’re so gorgeous.”

Was that really something that somebody who was just a friend would say? Was it? ‘Darla, you have to stop! The man is face down on your lady business and you’re working yourself up into a state. Just go with it now and think later, fucks sake!’ she fumed internally.

The heat of his tongue had her literally melting for him, Tommy panting against her dewy folds as he assailed her clit with firm circles, driving out pleasure from the very root of her, the sunshine of her building release glimmering through her as her hips purled and flexed.

“Oh, Tommy! Oh, fuck!” She cried, another orgasm upon her rapidly as he chased the coil in her belly undone and she gleamed with incandescence, erotic pulses ebbing right through to her marrow. “Come here, please. I need you inside me.”

“You have me inside you already,” he replied, wiggling his fingers within her still-spasming cunt.

“Don’t be cute!” she warned, smiling at his amused chuckle.

“I’m not finished yet. Still have, hmmm, about twenty-five minutes to go until the hour is up.” He truly meant it, then. Any other time and Darla would have been thrilled, but he’d gotten her so worked up, she ached for nothing other than his cock. This time, he could barely touch her, she was so overstimulated, so instead kissed all around her labia instead, those thirsty kisses moving to her abs, her hips, up her sides, his mouth on hers as she rubbed her slick and then wrapped it around his cock, gently pulling from base to tip, her thumb swirling at the head making him shudder.

“Fuck, you’re too good at hand jobs, I swear,” he grunted, her lower lip sliding out from between the crush of his teeth. “Fuck me, ahh.”

His fingers continuing circling her sensitive walls, the sweltering flush of pleasure beginning to wind once more as her body settled, his thumb moving to her clit and stroking from side to side, his mouth burying at her neck as he panted, beginning to slowly pump against her hand. His groan was rich and filthily indulgent as he trembled within her grasp, Darla knowing that she had him, craving to be inside of her.

He forced the air from her lungs after shifting to sink into her, pushing right into her very depths, cursing at the grateful clench of her hot walls around him, dragging back in slow and sumptuous retreat.

“Want me to do that again?” he teased, tantalising her by leaving just the head of his hardness within her, the stretch at her pulsing entrance illimitably good.

“Please!” she almost sobbed unashamedly, Tommy raising his eyebrows. “And get that damned smirk off your face, Conlon!” He really laughed hard then, pulling out completely, laughing more when she whacked his chest.

“Hey, no more violence! I already have this,” he reminded her, pointing to the slightly violet bruising around his eye. “Fucking savage.”

“Then fuck me already!” she cried, grumbling, Tommy laughing through his nose.

“You’re such a beast, but you’re really something, you know that?”

“Yeah, fucking horny!” Again, he laughed softly, leaning down and kissing her.

“I mean it.” They took a few moments to gaze at one another, something seeming to fall into place between them, another broken cord tied up nicely, Tommy pushing back into her heat as his thumbs stroked her cheeks, kissing her with affection. It made butterflies bloom in her stomach, and she knew right then that they had to try harder. They just had to, because this, this... whatever it was between them, it could be real, and if they weren’t careful, they’d ruin it before it’d even begun.

Instead of pondering it more, she lost herself to him, falling into the rhythm he set, slow, heavy and rolling, her nails delighting in touring his huge back as they continued to share hot kisses, Darla gasping as his cock dragged sparks through her core. He grasped one of her legs, hooking it under his arm and pushing forward, taking his weight on the other. The next thrust inside her was so much deeper, her eyes virtually rolled back in her head, his mouth laying kisses down her throat, sensuality blooming wildly.

There was no urgency to it at all, the pace languid and lazy, Tommy wanting it to last for as long as possible, even though he knew with her, it could be all uncontained fury in moments, with how she stirred him right down to his very depths. His hand wandered back and forth over her thigh, matching the strokes of his cock, her groans contented and full of bliss.

Reaching down, she let her fingers slide either side of his cock, gasping at how wet he’d gotten her, the soaking petals of her cunt splayed around him, her fingertips gliding up to her clit, rubbing herself as she watched him, his mouth falling back to hers. The slowness was lost then, the more she moaned, spurring him on into hard speed, bringing her other leg up as he sat back on his heels, pounding her into the bed with voracious, consuming need.

She keened and shuddered against him, capsizing, lost in the eye of his storm as he railed her hard, cock daggering into her relentlessly as he chased his own release with fervour, the culmination sharp, biting pleasure, Tommy violently fucking his climax into her as she came mere seconds after him.

“That... was...” she panted, mouth agape, body buzzing with post-nirvana tingles.

“Yeah...” he gasped, collapsing atop her, his heart hammering strongly in his chest. “I swear, you’re the best sex I’ve ever, ever had. Coming from me, that’s a damned good compliment, too.”

“Ditto. But I can’t identify with the second part, since I sense you’re alluding to the fact you’ve got a high body count behind you,” she stated, Tommy moving off her and flopping onto his back, his chest still rising and falling heavily.

“Yeah, I’ve racked it up there over the years. Especially when I was on leave,” he confessed.

“Girls love a man in uniform. So, what’s your number?”

“I lost count at about ninety.” Her widened eyes made him snort. “Okay, what’s yours, Miss Judgey?”

“Seventeen!”

“And I’m quiet now. Just gonna sit here, being a huge man whore silently.” Darla began to titter under her breath, her silent hiss of laughter suddenly booming, Tommy taking out the pillow from behind his head and whacking her with it. “Asshole!”

“Hey, no violence! I’m the might-be mother of your might-be child.”

“Oh, fuck off. I just banged you way harder than I hit you with that!”

“I guess it’s to my advantage, though. All that experience. You had to get that good somehow,” she reasoned, throwing the pillow back at him, Tommy placing it back behind his head.

“Yeah, lucky you, huh?”

She shook her head, laughing still. “So modest.”

He shrugged, looking pleased with himself. “I know what I’m good at. Now, are you gonna keep bitching, or do you want me to make you cum again some more?”

Raising her eyebrows, she grinned, Tommy shifting between her legs, kissing her navel, slowly working his way down. “That’s one hell of a refresh rate.”

“Yeah, kinda. I need to give my dick about a half hour, but there ain’t nothing wrong with my tongue.”

As soon as it connected with her clit again, she was inclined to agree. “Nope, definitely not.”

He was meant to be meeting a potential new client that afternoon, taking a pause from their activities to call them and apologise for cancelling, rescheduling it for a few days' time under the guise that he was sick in bed. It was half true, at least. It wasn’t professional, he knew that, but for once, he was actually having a good time with Darla, and it didn’t just boil down to their incredible sexual connection either.

“What do you think it is?” He asked later, once they’d fucked themselves to exhaustion.

“I don’t think it’s anything yet, just a bunch of cells in there,” Darla replied, following Tommy’s finger with her own as he traced circles over her lower abdomen. “What do you want it to be?”

“A boy. I’d be a nightmare if it was a girl, I’d be too damn overprotective for my own good. How about you?”

“I can’t say I’ve thought about it much. All my thoughts have been over whether it’ll end up being a baby at all,” she confided, Tommy nodding.

“It still feels very surreal, doesn’t it?”

“That it does, my friend. That it does. I’m still no closer to knowing what the hell to do either, everything else aside, which I shouldn’t really do, because us actually getting our acts together is what it all hinges upon, after all.”

He nodded, turning onto his front as he yawned. “Yeah, but we’re doing okay so far. We just have to stop biting at one another over stupid things.”

“Better communication is exactly what we need,” she added, emphasising her words by poking him in the shoulder with every one she spoke. He looked between her and his shoulder a few times, his face pissed off, smiling eventually, Darla poking him again for comedy, having her finger bitten for it.

“Oh, now homeboy really gon’ get it!”

“Yeah, you bringing it?” he gestured, Darla moving to his straddle his back quickly, but being put straight onto hers in an instant, squealing when he pinned her with ease. “Oh, that’s right, honey. Know your opponent. Trying to pin an MMA dude wasn’t in your best interests, was it?”

He tickled her, her squealing escalating. “Was it?” he asked again.

“Tommy, stop!” she shrieked, her sides hurting from the laughing, the sound of the front door closing suddenly audible.

“Straight husband! Are you home?”

“Yeah, I’m upstairs.”

“Alright, I’ll come up!” Meadow announced, the sound of her feet pounding the stairs growing louder.

“I’m naked, though.”

“Since when has that bothered you?”

“So is Darla.”

“And I’m going back down.” She replied instantly as she turned and began descending. “Hey, cookie monster! Put something on and come hug me! It’s been too long!”

“Alright, just a sec.” Darla called, getting out of bed and into her underwear. “Can I borrow a shirt or something? My gym gear is all sweaty.”

“Top drawer over by the window, help yourself,” he said after getting up, grabbing the sweats he’d been wearing the previous morning off the back of the chair by the wardrobe and pulling them on, Darla choosing his fire department t shirt that just about buried her before heading out of the bedroom and down the stairs, the sounds of excited female squealing filling the house shortly afterwards.

Walking into the lounge and seeing her and Meadow locked together in a huge hug, elated to see each other again after so long, confirmed it to him all the more. She definitely looked right at home in his world.

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Paradise Circus - Chapter Twenty Three.

So yes... you might need tissues... ;)

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen Nineteen Twenty Twenty One Twenty Two

Tag list - In the comments

Words - 2,515

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. NO MINORS, PLEASE!

“Whassup, Tits McGee?”

“Tommy, stop calling me that!” Darla shouted from the street, Aimee in hysterics as she got out from the driver's side, Darla now much too pregnant to fit in her car without the seat right back, meaning it was a job to reach the pedals. How glad she was that her maternity leave had begun, even though she wouldn’t have been at work anyway, with Christmas only ten days’ away.

“I can’t help it, they’re like missiles pointing right at me!” he laughed, receiving a wallop on the shoulder from Cassie.

“That’s the mother of your child, have some respect, you caveman!” she exclaimed, coming out to take Darla’s bag and the items Aimee carried, kissing them both in greeting. “Get upstairs, this is girl time now!” she further continued as he greeted them, pointing at Aimee’s mouth.

“Guard?”

“Oh yeah. I think I’ll only learn when I lose a tooth!” she laughed, her bruise now subsiding a little, but still giving her somewhat of a fat lip from her failure to keep her guard up in the ring.

“Then it’ll be Tits McGee and Gums McGee,” he further joked, batting away the onslaught of Aimee’s fists as Cassie closed the door behind them.

“Get!” she yelled, pointing at the stairs, entertained by him all the same.

“Alright, alright! I’m gone! Aimee, you’re my dude, so you gotta bring me more beer if you hear me stomp the floor, save me being shooed away like I have leprosy by my darling,” he spoke, taking the stairs slowly, lingering, pulling a face at an exasperated Cassie.

“Can do, big guy. Although I’d move quicker if I were you, before she launches a candle at your head!”

“Fucking candles and lady litter everywhere!” he jokingly fumed, vanishing from view. It was something that Darla had noticed upon her arrival, candles dotted upon the hallway table, and more of Cassie’s things here and there. Lady litter, it made her laugh, Tommy’s name for anything distinctly of female tastes cluttering up his space. It did make her heart throb sadly in her chest, though, to see them so happy, Cassie seeming as if she was slowly moving in bit by bit.

She wanted to be happy for him, she did, and mostly she was, but it was starting to hurt her heart. There he was, loved up with his wonderful girlfriend, who had taken to their unusual set up with nothing but grace and kindness, always so very inclusive to Darla’s presence in his life, and there she was, alone, without the man she loved.

She’d had a little breakdown about it a few weeks previously while at Chantelle’s house, tearily confessing all, what had happened in Pittsburgh as well, she and Aimee jointly hugging her tightly and advising her that she couldn’t go on like that, that she needed to tell him. Her reason was resolute, though. She wouldn’t destroy his happiness - and he was so happy with Cassie – by risking them trying to be together again when the likelihood of them not working and tearing apart their fantastic relationship as two co-parenting friends was so high.

No. She just couldn’t do it. No matter how much her heart screamed at her to the contrary.

Being welcomed into the room with all of her friends present, the biggest surprise being her mom sitting there too, Darla was a little overcome by it all, Nancy getting up to hug her warmly.

“As if I’d miss this! I’m shacked up with Meadow and Heather, they wouldn’t hear of me staying in a hotel,” she greeted her with when Darla expressed her shock.

“Did you cuddle the rats yet?” she asked, Nancy beaming.

“I did! I love Harriet, she’s such a sweetie. She fell asleep in my bra last night!” The women present laughed or made perturbed faces at such, Chantelle especially since she couldn’t abide mice or rats, before Darla was presented with a glass of non-alcoholic fizz and ushered into a seat by Cassie, Aimee taking the lead in the party games beginning. Darla wasn’t really a party game kind of girl, but she didn’t protest, thinking it all very sweet of them to organise.

After all games were played and beautiful gifts opened, Darla a hormonal mess at the generosity shown, they sat talking, Aimee with her head on her bump, feeling the baby kick softly against her cheek.

“It’s like a massage,” she exclaimed, turning and kissing the spot before resuming her position.

“So, do you have any names picked out yet?” Kendra, one of her work colleagues asked, taking one of the small sandwiches from the plate on the table.

“We do, we’ve decided but we’re keeping it to ourselves for now, just in case we want to change our minds when he’s actually here,” Darla explained.

“That’s a very good idea! I had more or less settled on Gia with my first daughter, but we decided on Lucile instead about four days after she was born. You have to meet them first, I think.”

“I agree,” Nancy offered, pointing at Darla. “She was almost named Elizabeth, after my mother, but we put it as her middle name instead. Darla was the name of the lady who drove my cab to the hospital while I was in labour and then kept me calm when we hit a two-hour traffic tailback. We’re friends to this day, too!”

The assembled women all cooed at the sweetness of such a tale, Darla smiling as she thought of her ‘auntie’ Darla, the lovely lady who, even at sixty-five years old, insisted on driving a cab still, loving her job that much that she was in no hurry to retire.

“So, you have one little one, don’t you, Cassie? You ever think you’ll want more someday?” Margaret, one of Darla’s other colleagues asked, Cassie smiling widely.

“I do, yes. Poppy, she’s just coming up to three. And one day, for definite. I think Tommy is content with letting the baby grow up a little more first, though, before we think of adding to our numbers. Heck, I’m only just getting him warmer to the idea of me moving in!”

“Oh, I didn’t realise that you don’t actually live here!” Margaret exclaimed.

“I half do, half don’t. I’m here whenever I don’t have Poppy, basically, as her dad and I are on very good terms, so she spends half the week with him and half with me. But Tommy is cool with both of us moving in, now I’ve talked him round. Most of my stuff is here anyway, so it just makes sense. We’re serious, we’ve been together for seven months now.”

Darla had to wonder why, exactly, he’d need talking round, being that he was so happy with her. She hated herself a little that it sparked something within her, a little flourish of joy that maybe, all might not have been as perfect as it seemed. To distract herself from thinking so toxically, she paired her phone with Alexa, putting on her chill out playlist.

Most of the guests had left by 9pm, leaving just a little core group of Darla, her mom, Meadow, Heather, Aimee, Chantelle and of course, Cassie, all chatting between themselves while Meadow and Cassie cleared up, bundling gift wrap and putting all the presents together, Darla and Aimee making short work of the remaining bits of food.

“I’m gonna help, you know. I feel I should,” Darla offered, heaving herself up and picking up some glasses to pile upon a tray.

“Nope, I won’t hear of it! This is your shower, guest of honour and all!” Cassie rushed to say, pointing back at the couch.

“No, really, it’s fine. My ass is asleep and my legs heading there, too, so you’d be doing me a favour. I’ll go load the dishwasher,” she replied, Cassie shaking her head.

“We’re on hand washing only at the moment. It’s playing up and Tommy got too pissed off with fixing it, so he needs to reconnect the pipe again in the back tomorrow.”

“Okay, I don’t mind that.” Filling the tray, she left the lounge and headed through to the kitchen, the house beginning to fill with the soulful tune of one of her favourite songs, More than Words by Extreme.

“Oh, this song.” she muttered, whooshing soap around in the sink, sighing a little sadly as she began to sing along softly. “Saying I love you, is not the words I want to hear from you. It’s not that I want you, not to say, but if you only knew, how easy, it would be to show me how you feel.”

If only he would come to her and reciprocate the feelings she held within, too scared to say. Maybe that would make it less scary, if he loved her too. Maybe then, they’d love each other enough to find a way through.

Hearing Darla’s beautiful voice, singing a song he adored, was what made Tommy stop his descent down the stairs, just standing there, closing his eyes and smiling. He imagined her singing it to him for a moment, his heart fluttering, a flood of nothing but pure love running through him. He could usually force it down, keep it held back, but hearing her sing, especially those lyrics, he got caught up, towed away by it.

Realising that he couldn’t linger there forever, he shook himself from the little daydream world he’d slipped into, continuing down the stairs. When he reached the kitchen, though, Darla unaware of his presence behind her, he couldn’t shake it. God, he loved her so much. Seeing here there, swollen with his child, looking radiant, he didn’t know if he could keep it in any longer. Pushing it down was becoming much harder to deal with than the fear which prevented him from telling her the truth.

“Hey you.” She greeted him with softly, feeling his presence and turning to smile. The way he looked back at her, it made her feel startled. Never, in all the time she’d known him, had she seen him look so softly at her. At anyone, in fact. She turned from the sink, drying her hands, feeling herself become caught in the moment, in the song, in him as he approached, taking her hands and resting his cheek to hers.

Just like the song suggested, maybe they didn’t need words, and neither uttered any as they slowly began to sway to the music, slightly awkward, side on swaying together on account of Darla’s bump, but sway they did. Time seemed to slow down, both there so close, words bubbling up, but silence enduring, emotions swirling, but softly. Everything was so gentle in the progression that saw them begin to inch a little closer to one another.

Wrapping each other in their arms, they conveyed everything through their silence, the walls they’d built crumbling rapidly, defenceless and exposed, but no longer scared to be. The last piece of the jigsaw puzzle, the undone threads, whatever it was, it finally clicked into place, tied itself up, right there in the kitchen, just them.

It was a moment so beautiful, so loving and natural, both of them telling the other of their feelings silently, at last. Their bodies confessed the love they’d been too scared to admit, their slow dance undisturbed, both still gently swaying against one another as the next song came on, another that seemed to convey them perfectly, Wounded Bird by Charles and Eddie.

“Now you're here and we're alone, we still don't know what it takes. We want to feel love, but we're just so scared. Alone we've got nothing, or haven't you heard? I guess we're just two wounded birds.”

If those soulful lyrics weren’t a reference to them, then nothing was.

Stopping, he cupped her face in his hands, knowing it was now or never. “It’s you. It’s always gonna be you, too. I love you, Darla. I’m so in love with you.”

Elation. Sweet, unstoppable elation, her sad little heart throbbing with tender emotion at hearing those words. “I love you too.” She breathed, her voice tremoring, his mouth pressing against hers, kissing away the sob that threatened to spill from her lips. Right there in the kitchen, their hearts both caught fire, their souls blooming, realising that fear didn’t matter any longer. Against all reason or doubt, they loved one another, and love always found a way. As John Lennon once said, love is the answer, and you know that for sure.

They did.

“What the hell are we going to do, though? What now? I mean, Cassie,” she began, Tommy kissing her forehead, wrapping his arms around her neck.

“I know, it’s a mess. I have to end it with her, obviously. I can’t tonight, but tomorrow, in the morning, I will. I can’t go another day without being all yours.”

Anything she might have said was delayed by the sound of the door opening, Tommy jumping away from her and picking up something from the table, turning to see Meadow. Meadow with very questioning eyes as she closed the door behind her, pointing between them.

“Did I just disturb... something? Did you... have you?” she questioned, her eyes widening further as she became higher pitched, reading the chemistry between them perfectly.

“Zip it!” Tommy ordered, nodding. “But yeah. Yeah, you did. I told her.”

“Oh my god, finally!” she whispered, running to hug him and then Darla. “I am so happy for you both! But shit, I kinda feel rotten, with Cassie in there, to be celebrating this!”

“You’re not the only one, especially after all she did tonight,” Darla added quietly, cringing. She really hated that her happiness had to come at the expense of someone so nice.

“Right? Oh my god, oh my god! Dude, I do not envy you!” she then spoke, grasping Tommy’s arm supportively.

“I know, I know. Anyway, I’m heading back upstairs. If I stay down here, I won’t be able to stop looking at this one and I’ll just blow it completely,” he told her, pointing at Darla. “I’ll come by tomorrow once it’s done, alright? I love you.”

She nodded, giving him a quick kiss. “Alright, I love you too.”

Meadow almost wet herself with joy all over the kitchen tiles at witnessing such an exchange, Tommy heading back upstairs, leaving her to bounce and squeak in front of Darla.

“Calm it down, mouse!” she warned softly, hugging her, kissing her hair as Meadow hugged her back, still bouncing.

“Okay, alright, and I’m steady again. Come on, let’s get back in there.”

Although the rest of the night was short, Darla couldn’t wipe the smile from her face, sitting there holding the secret within, finally so happy to have exactly what she wanted. She was on a high, absolutely elated, unable to sleep later that night, she was so full of joy.

Finally. He was hers, and she was his. Sometimes, dreams did come true.

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Paradise Circus - Chapter Eleven.

I’m still overwhelmed by the love for this little story of mine. Thank you all so much! <3

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten

Tag list - In the comments

Words - 2,532

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. NO MINORS, PLEASE!

Friday had come, and with it, the return of Darla’s sour mood. Why? But of course, because she knew Tommy would be on his date. Not even a bottle of alcohol-free wine, which felt pointless but tasted nice, at least, and her favourite vegan pizza delivered to her door could do much to dampen her pissed off feeling.

Yes, she had suggested they spend time apart and yes, she’d told him in all honesty to enjoy his date, but everything was so up in the air, so many loose ends left flapping around in the breeze, out of her reach from being able to tie them together. It was beyond frustrating. She knew it wouldn’t be a quick or easy fix either, meaning she’d likely have the icky feeling of unresolved tensions and issues with Tommy until she saw him again.

A soft tap at her door roused her at around nine thirty, Darla puzzled since she wasn’t expecting anyone. Opening it up, she was very surprised by who she saw on the other side.

“I thought we were spending time apart?” she asked, Tommy raising his eyebrows.

“We were.”

“And I thought you were on a date?”

“I was.”

Christ on a bike, this was too much. “This is insane.”

“I know, Darla. I know.”

“Tommy, do you ever think there’ll be a time where what we have isn’t ridiculously complicated?”

“No, but then I think if you took the complications away, it wouldn’t be us.”

Taking a step towards her, he reached for her face, softly stroking her cheek, Darla nuzzling his palm. “And I think that’s exactly what keeps on drawing us back to one another. If it was simple, we wouldn’t want it so much.”

For once, she had to concede to him, because his words were nothing but one hundred percent truth.

“So, what?” she sighed, leaning against her doorframe.

“So, can I come in?”

She felt like telling him no, but still, it wasn’t a strong enough desire to prevent her from swinging the door open and letting him in.

“Damn, look at that,” she muttered, pointing to the slight bruise from her punch beneath his left eye.

“I’ve seen it already. You look at it!”

“I’m sorry.”

“You’re not, but I deserved it anyway for acting like an ass and goading you. I dunno what the fuck came over me, to act like that.”

“Alright, but I am sorry, really,” she began. “So anyway, your date?”

“I told her I had a migraine and had to leave. Truth was, I just wasn’t feeling it. She’s nice, really nice, and pretty, can’t fault her at all, but... ahhh, fuck. I dunno. I dunno. I got too much going on up here.” Tapping the side of his head, he smiled thinly, slumping down onto the comfort of her couch, Darla taking the other end. “Sorry to crash in on you. I know we said we’d take time apart, but I just... I dunno. I need some resolve. Monday has been hanging over me.”

“Yeah, yeah me too,” she confessed, her mind flashing back to the aftermath, them in the shower, the way he’d kissed her, held her, how after all the chaos and rage, it had been so pure and simple. “I still think we need that time apart, Tommy.”

“You want me to go? I’ll go, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have just turned up.”

“No, no,” she halted him when he tried to stand, reaching for his arm. “You’re here now. Stay.”

He chewed at his toothpick, nodding, feeling a little awkward. Inside, he was tumultuous, wanting to talk, but not having the faintest clue where to start. He was in good company, for neither did Darla. Having him sat next to her on the night she’d least expected him to show up out of the blue had thrown her through a loop, not prepared at all for his sudden appearance, but not unwelcoming to it either. After tonight, though, she did want that time apart. Especially if they couldn’t make any headway.

“So, are we gonna talk about Monday?” he broached, Darla turning more to him.

“It wasn’t good. I mean it was, the sex part of it, of course, but how we got there. It really wasn’t healthy,” she began.

“I know, I agree. I just... I can’t even word it, how I feel, how I get when I’m around you. It confuses the fuck outta me,” he revealed, looking baffled, raising his hands to drop them dejectedly into his lap. “Like, fuck, I don’t know, man! We clash near enough all of the time, but then, then see, we have these moments where we’re on the same damn fucking page, and usually, we ain’t even gotta be talking, it’ll all be in the way you look at me, or I look at you, and something inside just clicks into place and I think, I think... ahhh, fuck!”

“That maybe if we got over ourselves and our need to keep blowing up at one another, it could be something?” she asked, bravery swelling.

“Yeah, yeah I do. But then see, it all gets fucked up again and I think if we were gonna be anything then it wouldn’t be so damned hard. And now there’s this too, and it’s just fucking with my head, Darla,” he gabbled, his voice a little anxious as he pointed to her stomach, sighing, closing his eyes and shaking his head. “It ain’t meant to be this difficult.”

“Then why do we keep repeating the same cycle, walking around in this circle and always arriving back at the same destination?” she asked, crossing her legs beneath herself as she turned to him fully, hugging one of her big cushions.

“Because when we fuck, it’s mind-blowing, and when we do have those little moments, they mean something. But then it’s just all the other chaos. Because it is, isn’t it? It’s full on, goddamn clown shoes!”

She couldn’t help but burst out laughing at his observation. Clown shoes. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I know we’re trying to be serious, but that’s killed me!” He didn’t laugh at first, Darla pausing before screaming with giggles again, Tommy finally cracking.

“See, and that’s the other thing. No guy makes me laugh like you do. You always did, too. Underneath the surliness and brooding you like to wear a lot, you’re fucking hilarious!” she hissed, still falling apart. Clown shoes. Oh, how they truly were. They swung like a pendulum between fury, wildfire attraction and absolute hilarity. Maybe that was why they were so addicted to it, to the drama of it all, because neither could deny it was hugely thrilling.

“Maybe we are, maybe we’re twisted like that,” Tommy shrugged when she voiced such to him. “We can’t deny that it isn’t exciting as hell, but maybe we need to make a real effort to take it down a notch. But not in bed. Nope, never there. Well, maybe when you get really big, I’ll have to be a little gentler then.”

“Oh, hell no! I’m not made of glass, and believe me, if I go over my due date, your commitments will all lie with banging me like a porch door in a hurricane until I go into labour!”

Her analogy made him crack up completely, shaking his head as he hugged his sides.

“See, and here’s another thing. We slip into talking about this kid like it’s definitely going to happen, and we’re not even decided on that yet,” she then voiced, Tommy composing himself again.

“Yeah, we do, you’re right. We really need to get on some kind of even keel with one another first, though. You say you want us to spend time apart, and I respect that if you do, but I think your idea of us actually being around other would be more conducive to us actually working on things, and finding that even keel. If we keep hiding from each other, ain’t nothing gonna come from it but more of the same.”

His suggestion was correct, she knew that. Up in her head, her immediate response was wanting to wrestle against it, though, Darla forcing it down and realising that he too had a voice in this. It wasn’t exclusively all about her. “Okay, then that is what we shall do.”

“Great. Now, that Kubrick box set you have. How about Full Metal Jacket?”

“I watched it yesterday,” she grimaced.

“Damn you! Alright, A Clockwork Orange?”

She raced off the couch at speed, locating the box from the shelf and pulling the disc out, excited to watch it. Any common ground she found herself having with Tommy was exciting to her though, she realised. Unfortunately for her, though, her head nodding around half way through the movie meant that she didn’t make it to the end, waking up in the dark, feeling a little confused as she realised she was in bed, turning to feel Tommy next to her.

Reaching for where he’d placed her phone on the nightstand, she clicked the side button and saw the time. 4am. Turning over, she snuffled herself back into her pillows, smiling. It was sweet, that she’d obviously flaked out and he’d carried her there, undressing her so carefully he hadn’t woken her up either. In the morning, though, he couldn’t help but to do just that as he climbed from the bed, wincing when he saw her stir.

“Sorry, I was trying not to wake you,” he confessed, pulling his jeans on.

“It’s okay, I’d planned to get up early and jog anyway. Where do you have to be?” she replied sleepily, rubbing her eyes as she sat up.

“I have a group of six insatiable milfs waiting for me.” He winked cheekily, Darla snorting. “They’re my boot camp class I do over at the Community Park over by my place, and they’re all kinda hot for me. It’s embarrassing, but fun, all these ladies in their fifties checking me out. Hey, you fancy laughing at my pain while I try and lead ‘em through a class? You can join in if you want?”

She thought on it for a second. “Hmmm, I dunno. What payment do you take?”

“Well, from you,” he began, leaning down and kissing between her breasts, tongue circling. “I’m sure we could work something out.”

A little bubble of excitement frothed up her spine at feeling that, all her urges dictating she should drag him back into bed. “Do I have time for a shower?”

“If you’re quick.” She was, springing out of bed and heading straight in there, glad she’d washed her hair the night before. Five minutes, a little moisturiser and deodorant later, and her gym kit was pulled on, all ready to leave.

“So, what made you want to get into being a personal trainer in the first place?” Darla asked as they drove through the quiet streets over to Haverford, where he lived, snacking on the two bananas she had brought with her for breakfast.

“It was the natural choice, really, after leaving the marines behind. Fitness is about all I’ve ever really excelled at, that and wielding a gun. I couldn’t go back to service and didn’t really want to anyway, so I decided to stick with my strengths. I ain’t academic or smart, like you, so my options were always gonna be limited,” he spoke, racing the corner and just about making it before the lights changed. That was another thing they had in common, both somewhat reckless behind the wheel of a car.

“You sell yourself short there. I’ve always thought you were smart. You can’t be in the marines as an idiot, for heaven’s sakes. No brain and a gun don’t exactly go hand in hand, I imagine.”

“Oh, you’d be surprised!” he revealed, before sharing a few stories with her about his days in the military, Darla shocked over a few things she heard, blunders some of his platoon had made from being exactly that; brainless. Before long, they pulled up at his house, Darla absolutely amazed. It was gorgeous, or rather, it would be gorgeous.

“Yeah, the outside is a wreck, needs to be repainted. I’m getting there slowly with it, save it being any more of a money pit than it already is,” he told her as they got out of the car, heading up the steps and opening the front door. The front door that no longer needed him to throw his weight against to get it open, since he and Meadow had replaced the hinges, sanded it back, planed and repainted it.

“Oh, I love the blue!” she gasped, taking in the hallway. “And the floors! Are they oak?”

“Yep, I wanted carpet, but mouse talked me into sanding and sealing them all.”

“She was right to, these are beautiful! And this artwork! Are these original?” she exclaimed, pointing at the pictures. “I adore Casey Weldon!”

“Yeah, I noticed you had one of his cat prints. I really dig his stuff. Those two are prints, but that one is an original. Cost me a damned fortune, but I looked at it as an investment,” he replied, quite proud that she liked the way he’d furnished his home, even though a lot of it was Meadow’s influence. “Go through to the lounge, I’m just gonna get a quick shower in and I’ll be ready.” He pointed through the doorway before running up the stairs, Darla entering the room and finding herself just as equally impressed.

The walls were brilliant white, the sofa similar to hers but in dark brown leather, the contrast between light and dark nicely done, with a huge, furry throw slung haphazardly over the back, and a few cushions present. Meadow had got her way there, she noted, chuckling. Moving over to a framed picture, she smiled as she saw the face she remembered, Meadow screaming with laughter sitting on Tommy’s lap while he knocked back a beer, a gorgeous redheaded woman behind them pulling a ridiculous face whom she took to be her wife.

Being in his house felt good, like something was falling into place. It was a strange sensation, almost like she was home, which she found somewhat ridiculous since she’d only just arrived. It was comforting, this space that exuded him, Darla taking a seat and checking her emails while she waited for him.

When Tommy came back down and found her there, he couldn’t help but smile. He’d been thinking that his lounge had been missing something ever since he’d completed it. Seeing her sitting there on the couch, he finally realised what that something was. As crazy as it was, with all the mess between them, she looked so perfect there in his home.

He shook himself from it, though, knowing he couldn’t get caught up in it, realising he had to keep his head, heading into the kitchen and blending himself a protein shake, calling out to her if she wanted anything.

“No, thank you. I’m good.”

It all felt so very natural, in a situation that was anything but.

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Paradise Circus - Chapter Twenty One.

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen Nineteen Twenty

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Words - 2,532

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. NO MINORS, PLEASE!

“I absolutely couldn’t get enough of ice cream with salt on it, I just craved it constantly! I even sent my poor ex out to the all night mini-mart at 2am one time because I couldn’t stop thinking about chocolate ice cream sprinkled with salt! So, is it just the KFC you’re craving, or anything else, too?” Cassie asked, she and Darla deep in conversation about all things gestational.

“Doughnuts of any kind, but because of being vegan obviously, I can only get them from this one little bakery all the way downtown, and it’s a bitch to get to because there’s no parking all the way up the street on both sides and they don’t deliver, so I have to park at the big multi-storey and trudge over there after work to get my fix. It’s giving me a fat ass, but those chocolate krullers, oh my god!” she exclaimed, excited at the fact she had a box of them at home in the kitchen.

“Oh honey, from what I can see, you totally have a rockin’ body, still! Don’t worry, you’re pregnant, the usual rules do not apply at all!” Cassie encouraged, smiling warmly. Gah. She was beautiful, she was smart, and an absolute sweetheart. She noticed like Tommy had said that she could be a little preachy, she was definitely very confident in herself and her opinions, but what made her internal resentment even worse was the fact she couldn’t find a single thing to dislike about the mother of her boyfriend’s child.

It could have been worse, she guessed. She could have hated her and thus have had that make things difficult, going forward. What Cassie knew would make things like that, though, was the one simple question she kept on asking herself over and over.

‘They get on great now, she’s having his kid, she’s beautiful and funny. Why isn’t he with her?’

Back when they’d begun dating, he’d emphatically stated that there was no future between he and Darla, that she had absolutely nothing to worry about there, purely because of how much they clashed. However, witnessing the way they had such a good vibe together that night, Cassie truly did have to wonder whether the notion which she’d been clinging to was all that applicable any longer.

“So, what do you think of Darla?” Tommy asked her a while later outside, Cassie stepping out for a puff on her vape.

“I think she’s lovely,” she began, nodding, widening her eyes a little.

“That face is somewhat contradictive,” he noted, draping his arms around her neck loosely as she exhaled a plume of menthol vapour down through her nose. He always found it sexy when she did that, for some reason.

“It isn’t her, well it is, but it isn’t... ahhh, shit. It’s just my stuff, getting in my own head about it,” she confessed, wrapping her arms around his waist with a little sigh.

“Talk to me.”

She knew she could. Tommy was so easy going, apart from the occasional outburst of a really bad temper, but it was one thing she loved about her relationship with him, the fact they could be so honest with one another. Well, he was hiding a big part of dishonesty, but that she was not to know. “Just watching the way you two are with one another, how great you get along now, and how fucking stunning she is.”

“What, ain’t seen yourself in a mirror, lately?” he interrupted, nuzzling her cheek.

“Why are you with me when she’s the mother of your child, and the issues you had in being with her originally no longer exist?” she questioned bravely, Tommy laughing softly at her words, leaning down to kiss her.

“Because I love you, stupid,” he began, seeking another kiss. “And because Darla and I are only getting along like this because we cut out what the problem between us was, that problem being trying to become anything else other than two old friends deciding to raise a child together.”

“I’m sorry, I guess I’m just feeling a little insecure,” she admitted, shaking her head dismissively.

“Well don’t. Everything is fine, don’t worry.” He had to enforce that. If he did, he might believe it himself, and not that he was a rotten shit of a boyfriend who had cheated on her a month and a half ago.

She wanted to believe him, nodding, smiling widely, satisfying him with her acceptance, but beneath, she was conflicted. Almost as conflicted as he was within at trying to convince himself as well as her that just friendship and a relationship of co-parenting was all he wished for in Darla. The confliction weighed just as heavily on him as it always had, though.

He couldn’t mess things up now, not after he and Darla had worked so hard to create such a positive environment for their son to be born into. Things were healthy, they were great. He couldn’t rock the boat. No. Also, he knew his heart, and he loved Cassie. She was everything he’d ever looked for in a woman.

‘But she isn’t Darla.’

Ahh, the voice in the back of his mind. Anything he tried to do in order to silence it just didn’t work, so for the most part, he ignored it completely. He would forsake his own secret longings for his son’s sake without question. There was no way he would raise his boy in an environment of toxicity. He would not make the same mistakes as his father had.

If there was one thing he wanted to remain resolute over, it was that, standing and enjoying the cool air outside with Cassie as he held her close, their peace together then disturbed by the person who would always do just that, disturb whatever he attempted to whitewash over the truth with.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but,” Darla began, taking Tommy’s hand and holding it to her stomach. “Isn’t that incredible?”

His son’s first kicks. Yes, incredible was exactly what it was.

“He takes after me.”

“He does!” Her face was so alight, so full of happiness.

“I’m so fucking sorry,” he laughed, Darla giggling with glee, unfazed by the fact she was carrying a tiny prospective MMA champ within her womb. “Wow, it makes it all the more real, to feel him kick. Wow.” He was a little choked up, Darla cooing softly and hugging him, Tommy kissing her cheek and drying his glassy eyes. Cassie was smiling on, but for him, in that moment, she faded right into the background. It was just him, Darla and their son, who continued to kick so hard, Tommy felt it against his abs, the two bursting into further laughter.

The scene made Cassie feel like she was intruding, telling them she’d see them back inside before making a swift exit, Darla cringing a little in her wake.

“Sorry, I had all the sensitivity of a bulldozer just then. I was excited is all, for you to feel him kicking. I’m so glad you were close by for the first time,” she said as they parted.

“It’s okay, you’re fine. Between you and me, she just confessed that she feels a little insecure because of you.” Mostly, those words made her feel sad for Cassie, but she couldn’t deny, the tiny part of her that resented the woman sparkled a little, to hear that.

“Does she? Oh, Jesus. Do you want me to talk to her, make it clear that we really are just friends, and that that’s all we’re ever going to be?”

Hearing her speak those words, it made something spiny and unpleasant prickle at his insides. “No, It's fine. I told her the same thing and she’s good. I think it doesn’t help much that you’re so damned gorgeous, personally. She wanted to know why I’m not with you when you’re so attractive and nice, and since we get along so well, but like I said, I explained it.”

“Good.” But she didn’t really mean that, reaching to stroke his face, her heart thudding sadly. “Good.”

She turned and walked back into the bar, fixing a grin in place as she approached the table again, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up when Tommy moved past her to get back to his seat. Seeing him seat himself beside Cassie once more, taking her hand and kissing it, Darla held onto her emotions tightly, cursing her pregnancy hormones to hell for flooding her with the desire to burst into tears.

‘It’s good with him, you’re finally on that solid ground you both tried so hard for. Don’t you dare do it, Darla Elizabeth Cooke. Don’t you ruin your relationship with him and break that lovely girl’s heart, too. I mean, not that you would. He loves her, not you.’

“Guys, it’s been great, especially to meet you, Cassie. I’m going to head home, though. My bed is calling me.” Standing up, she bid everyone goodnight, Chantelle standing too, telling her she’d come wait for her Uber with her.

She could see it as she followed her out, Darla grabbing her tissues from her bag, knowing she’d been hanging onto her emotions so well all through the night. Chantelle saw it, exactly what she was so desperate to hide. She noticed it over the last few months whenever Tommy was mentioned, how her friend sparkled whenever she spoke his name. It was more than just elation to be getting along well.

“Sweetheart,” she cooed softly once they were outside and away from the front of the bar, Darla bursting into tears. “Oh, honey. You have to tell him.”

“Tell him what? I’m just being emotional and asinine.”

“Baby girl, come on. This is me. You know you can’t hide it from me.”

She was right, of course. If anyone was going to see through her shit, it was the woman holding her supportively as she cried. “I can’t, I can’t do it, Chantelle. I’ll ruin everything! We’ve worked so hard on what we have, and now, now he’s happy with Cassie and he loves her. I can’t wreck his life even more than I already have!”

“You ain’t wrecked shit, girl. Okay, so you were rocky to begin with, but look at you guys now! And as for him loving Cassie, that man is trying so hard to distract himself from you, I swear, I’d bet every single one of my salons on the fact he feels exactly the same as you do. Because you love him, don’t you?”

There it was, the question she’d been avoiding even answering to herself. Out of all the people in her life, Chantelle was the last she could do that with, though. Her, Aimee and her mother, in fact. It was time to confess the sobering reality of her situation, of what her heart desired.

“I do. I love him, I love him so much, and it’s crazy! We don’t work, it’s too difficult, we clash, we...”

“Stop throwing excuses at it. It’s love, it doesn’t have to make perfect sense, and more often than not, it doesn’t!” she advised, holding her sobbing friend tightly. “But you’ll regret it for the rest of your life if you don’t tell him, you know that, don’t you?”

“I know, but I can’t risk it! I mean, what if I only think I love him? What if It's just the pregnancy hormones and I go and mess it all up by confessing something that I’m only saying out of emotional duress?”

Chantelle sighed, indicating to the Uber that pulled up that they’d just be a minute. “Darla, you’re smarter than that, and you know it. Since when has anything you’ve ever felt, or voiced, been without a hundred percent confidence and conviction?”

She had a point.

“Do you promise me you’ll think about it?”

Darla nodded. It was all she could think about. “I will.”

“Okay, baby. Call me soon. Love you.”

“I will. Love you too.”

She cried all the way back home, the sweet driver asking if she was okay, Darla blaming her hormones.

“Wow, so your first? You and your guy must be so excited.”

Her guy. But he wasn’t.

“We are.” She croaked, taking a deep breath to compose herself. Wrapping her cardigan around herself a little tighter, realising she could smell Tommy all over it. CK Be. It had been his scent since he’d begun wearing cologne back when he was fourteen. He never deviated.

The smell was about as comforting as it was torturous for her, wrapped up in something that smelled like the man she loved, while leaving him behind in the arms of another. Still, she had one tiny piece of him there with her, their little boy, who kicked away happily, oblivious to the mess his mom and dad were getting themselves in, all because of each other.

She felt angry at herself, at how quickly things had changed for seeing him with Cassie for the first time, how just five hours ago, she’d been completely fine and content. Hiding from her feelings, yes, but content. Denial had been resting very well with her, until that evening. Now, as she entered her apartment and flopped down, kicking off her shoes and picking up the book she’d been enjoying the previous evening, all she could think was that this would be a secret she’d have to sit on forever, or until she at least got over being in love with Tommy.

It made no sense to her, how little they had in common, how she could love someone that much, bearing it in mind. She had seen a completely different side to him over the last few months, though, their fiery fights now more playful bickering they indulged in. Still, none of it mattered. He’d moved on.

Figuring she’d read in bed, she got up and went to get ready, washing, brushing her hair and slipping into her pyjamas, noting that she had to invest in bigger ones now her bump was stretching the elastic waist right to capacity. She paused by the chair she’d slung her cardigan over, reaching out to pick it up and put it back on. She felt pathetic, but she wanted his scent close to her.

Curling up with her book, she hoped to get lost in the pages, focus on the narrative of another instead of the one inside her own head. No such luck. Her phone beeped, a message arriving, Darla reaching for it and feeling her heart quicken and sink at the same time.

‘Tonight was great, I’m so relieved you and Cassie get on well. It was really good to see you and meet Chantelle as well, she’s just like you described her! Her husband came down after you’d left too and signed up for some training sessions with me, so that’s good. More money to spoil my boy rotten with when he gets here. Anyway, I’m babbling. Sleep well, buddy. Tell bubs I love him.’

Immediately, she began to cry once more, stroking her bump, sighing.

“And we love daddy, too, don’t we? Yes, we do.”

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Paradise Circus - Chapter Ten.

Since I’ve been shit with honouring the drabbles this weekend, I thought I would update this as a surprise. Enjoy :)

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine

Tag list - In the comments

Words - 2,512

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. NO MINORS, PLEASE!

“That’s it, there you go! Pivot off the back foot and drive that fist forward, yeah!” Obie encouraged, holding out the focus mitts in front of Darla as she repeatedly threw cross punches, managing to finally get some real power behind them. “Okay, you take what we’ve run through and head over to the punchbags, while I see how high I can get Aims to kick. C’mon, Aimee dude! I bet you’d never hear me tell you to get your leg up higher again, huh?”

Darla snorted with laughter, her friend somewhat aghast at her ex and his playfulness, Obie bobbing his tongue between his teeth as he laughed, holding up the mitt and having Aimee hit it with a very well-placed kick. Heading across the gym to the bags, she put into practice everything that Obie had been teaching her, hating that Tommy was still up in the ring, well within her eyeline. He hadn’t noticed her yet, too busy coaching the two guys who were now up there too, but seeing him certainly gave her plenty of pent-up fury to work out on the punchbag.

Connecting each punch well, she felt it rise within her, everything she’d been letting stew within her all day, her outburst, her jealousy, the fucking name Cassie, his entertained reaction to her ire, everything. The punchbag really copped a beating. On and on she rained down punches upon the stuffed leather, her body quickly beginning to trickle with sweat, breathless and tired, but absolutely unrelenting in her onslaught, muttering angrily under her breath. So focused she was, that she’d become completely oblivious to the ring within the centre of the gym emptying.

“Damn, that’s some anger right there,” Tommy observed, standing behind her, sipping from his bottle of water. “Still pissed as fuck with me, right?”

And he still looked so very entertained by that. Asshole.

“Nope, merely mad at myself for reacting like that when in truth, it’s your life. I can’t tell you whom you date or don’t date. Your responsibility to me begins and ends with our child, should there actually be one.”

He snorted, taking another mouthful of water. “Bullshit, you’re raging with me. Why else would you come here, huh, other than to make me see how mad you are?”

On she continued to throw punches. Yes. He was definitely goading her now. “I didn’t have a clue you trained here, actually. It was Aimee’s idea. Not everything is about you.”

He snorted a little, walking around so he was in her eyeline. “Oh, but it is. Because if you didn’t want me to see how mad you were at me, you’d have just left.”

“Again, not everything is about you, but right now, you’re making your choice to date about me. Or rather, my reaction to it. You want me to be jealous, don’t you? You’re getting off on the idea of it,” she put to him, continuing with her punches. “You wouldn’t have specifically mentioned the date if you didn’t, would you?”

She hated herself that she was letting him begin to rattle her, even more by the smirk that spread across his face. “I was just being honest with you. Ain’t my problem if you can’t handle it.”

“There’s nothing to fucking handle, Tommy! You aren’t my guy! I couldn’t give a fuck!” she yelled, a few people turning around to stare.

“Yeah, sure looks like it. You should just let me have it, you know. Come on, take it out on me, tell me what a fucking asshole I am, come on. I can take it!” Why, why was he being like this with her? She absolutely didn’t get it at all, but all she knew in that moment was the abortion pill option suddenly became a lot more enticing. “Look, I’m sorry if I pissed you off, so come on, let’s have it out. I said let me have it, so why don’t you...”

And that’s as far as he got before Darla changed direction at the last minute and punched him straight in the face.

“What the fuck?” he roared, more people now turning around.

“You said you wanted me to let you have it!”

“I meant verbally!”

She felt bad for a fraction of a second as he stood, wincing slightly, although she was sure she couldn’t have caught him that hard. She didn’t doubt his ability as an MMA fighter to take a punch. That bad feeling did not last, though. “You goaded me and I reacted, there, you got what was coming to you, now leave me the fuck alone!”

Storming out of the gym, she headed for the ladies’ locker room, glad to find it deserted. What dampened that gladness was Tommy following her into it, locking the door behind him.

“I told you to leave me the fuck alone,” she started angrily, turning and pointing at him as he closed the gap between them.

“Admit you’re jealous.”

Was he even for real?

“Leave. Me. Alone. Stop playing whatever fucking game this is with me!”

“No, because I’m not playing you. I just want you to admit you’re pissed off with me, be honest, be real.” There was a voice within him screaming at him to stop it, to quit goading her for a reaction, but he’d been amped up since being yelled at that morning, when he honestly had only mentioned his date out of wanting to be straight with her and not hide anything. The rest had been him fuelling his own temper by thinking on it too much in the time between, just as she had been.

The anger that rose up within her was biting, sharp and caustic. Mainly because he looked so damn mouth-watering there before her. There was something about angry Tommy. It always went right to her groin.

“Stop.” She demanded, tearing the Velcro fastening on her gloves with her teeth and throwing them down to the floor.

He took another step closer to her, his body flooded with adrenaline, his eye stinging. He couldn’t believe how hard she’d hit him, or the fact that if he was honest with himself, it had been somewhat of a turn on.

“Stop what, being mad at you, or looking at you like I wanna eat you alive? Which one can’t you handle most right now?”

“You’re so obnoxious, you cocky son of a bitch.”

“And you’re a bad tempered, jealous bitch,” he restored, his finger skimming the waistband of her leggings. “If only there was a way we could take it out on each other, huh?”

Her mouth was dry, her body longing for nothing but him, her head screaming at her not to give in. But, the hormones, the adrenaline, the scent of him. Before she knew it, her mouth was on his, kissing each other with nothing short of primal longing as they began to yank at each other’s clothes. They both knew it was a little twisted... or maybe a lot twisted, but it was them. They fought, and then they fucked. It might not have been entirely healthy, but hell, it was a feeling akin to addiction.

He literally ripped the zip of her sports bra down as he lifted her, her legs wrapping around his waist as he covered her chest in hungry kisses, teeth sharp at her nipples as he walked her backwards into the nearest wall, pulling at her thong and ripping it entirely as he shoved his sweats down his thighs, dropping her straight onto the huge erection that had been straining for release.

“I hate you so much right now, but fuck, you feel so good,” she gasped, his teeth nipping at her throat, his groan like rumbling thunder as he rolled his hips up against her, dragging through her wetness, the feeling of her tight cunt around him scintillating.

“Oh, don’t worry. I don’t like you much right now either, so I’m gonna fuck you accordingly.” And he did. And it was electric, like a live wire sparking through her entire body as he pounded her against the tiled wall. Her bones felt bruised, the crush of him heavy both against and within her, his teeth continuing to bite her hard at her neck, groaning as he moved to kiss her filthily. “God, you’re so hot.”

It was scorching in its eroticism, her nails ripping his back open as his cock rammed against her summit again and again, her heat fluttering madly around him as she cried out, her entire body feeling as if it were burning and drowning at once. It was all-out ferocious carnality, Tommy plunging into her rapidly, the clutch of her soaking walls around him dizzying his mind, not caring that it was absolutely not professional at all to get into a huge fight with someone at one of his places of work and training, and now be piledriving her in the locker room. Oh no. He was much too far gone, too scorched by the heat of the moment, by the heat of her.

With tongues swirling, teeth nipping, their hands clutching, pawing and scratching at one another, their heartbeats thundering like war drums, the sex they shared was an utter battle. She was all wet velvet to his hot steel, her nerve endings fried and snapping sharply and moans beyond blissful as he continued to drive into her voraciously, cock rutting into her sharply, everything rapid and furious as they both ascended before the moment swelled and tore through them both.

“Fuck! Ahh, fuck!” she virtually growled, her orgasm cataclysmic, the pump of his hips against her as he raced to his own finish making her clit continue to throb tingles through her body, her legs pulsing as the pleasure surged right to her toes, his own undoing so strong, he felt light headed in the aftermath, colours illuminating behind his eyelids.

They swam in the utter divinity of it, panting hard, soaked in sweat, He moved suddenly, kicking his sweats, sneakers and socks off, carrying her through to the showers and smacking the button, the water raining down upon their spend bodies, cooling and soothing.

“Thanks, I needed that.”

“What, the sex or the shower?”

Immediately, they both began to laugh.

“What the fuck is wrong with us? Why are we like this, Tommy? Are we Ike and Tina? We’re Ike and fucking Tina, aren’t we?”

“No. We’re Tommy and Darla, and we’re hella complicated,” he spoke, resting his forehead to hers, kissing her this time with much more softness. “As for why we’re like this, I dunno. We spark each other, I think. Both hot tempered and stubborn and somehow, always drawn back to it.”

She nodded, raising her eyebrows. There were many things she could have said, but in that moment, chose to stay silent, kissing him again instead as the water washed them clean, taking all the rage, heat and sin with it, leaving them, just them within the rising steam, locked together at the mouth. No words necessary.

They both dressed in silence, Darla taking a seat on the benches, sighing. “What we just did, that was toxic as shit, Tommy.”

He took a breath, thinking better of arguing it. He couldn’t, it was the truth. “I know, you’re right.”

“Can we really bring a kid into this, can we? Neither of us can help ourselves, like you said, we just spark against each other, and it isn’t always a good spark. It isn’t healthy, what we have, whatever the hell it is between us.”

He took a seat beside her, frowning, looking contemplative. “I think maybe we need to start asking why we do it, keep on rubbing each other the wrong way, before we then do it the right way.” She laughed softly through her nose, escalating when he winked at her.

“It isn’t funny.”

“It is, a little bit. Or maybe I’m just looking for a light in the damn dark here, I dunno. Why are we like this?”

She shrugged, her words failing her for a few moments of heavy silence. “I was thinking recently that perhaps we need to spend more time together, try harder at making something work at least on a friends level, to see if we’re even capable of finding some kind of steady ground and then see if bringing a baby into that is a sensible idea, but now, after tonight, I think we need time apart. So, I’m gonna leave, and you, you enjoy your date on Friday. Call me in a couple of weeks, say?”

He nodded, Darla picking up her bag and leaving. Once again, all eyes were on her as she walked through the gym, everyone knowing of course what had likely gone down in the locker room, a few disgruntled women she’d heard knocking the door while she was getting railed against the tiles passing her, finally able to go and use the facilities she’d been hogging in the pursuit of sexual annihilation.

“I’m gonna go, but enjoy the rest of your session,” she told Aimee, who had watched her walking towards her with much concern.

“Wait, woah, woah. What the hell happened in there? Are you okay?”

“I’ll call you, I don’t want to talk now. Don’t worry, though. Love you.”

“Love you too.” She replied a little bewilderedly, Darla hugging Obie goodbye and thanking him, Tommy climbing back into the ring just as she turned to leave. He stood in the corner, wrapping his hands as he watched her depart, feeling like she was taking all the energy with her. He needed to focus on anything else but her in that moment, the tap around he’d had planned for that evening the perfect remedy to such, one of the new coaches at the gym, a guy named Nathan whom he didn’t particularly like climbing in, grinning as they walked towards each other.

“Hey yo, is it true, man? Did you just nail that hot piece of ass in the locker rooms? You the man, dude, I’d fucking bang her so hard, her ancestors felt it, I swear to god!” he exclaimed, not prepared for the sudden onslaught that was Tommy punching him twice in the head, spinning to land a hook kick right against his cheek.

Nathan hit the canvas with a thud, his nose gushing blood, finding his neck beneath the weight of a knee within a flash. “You ever fucking talk about the mother of my child like that again, bro, and you’ll need to be fed through a tube for the next four months of your life. We clear?”

He nodded, Tommy glowering at him menacingly before letting the pressure off, getting up and exiting the ring, in absolutely no mood for anything other than his own company. He didn’t even know if there’d be a child yet, but that kind of reaction, he had to concede, did speak volumes.

Whether he truly wanted to listen to those volumes or not, though, was another matter entirely.

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Paradise Circus - Chapter Thirteen.

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve

Tag list - In the comments

Words - 2,695

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. NO MINORS, PLEASE!

“So?” Meadow whispered quietly, accosting Tommy in the kitchen as he went about fetching drinks.

“So... what?” he asked, pulling the juice Darla had asked for from the fridge, and a couple of beers each for him and her.

“What’s happening with you two? I mean, she’s here!”

“We’ve been banging all afternoon,” he grinned, looking pleased with himself.

“Yeah, I get that. Fuck, I can smell that. Dude, you both reek of sex!” she began, Tommy smiling further as he tried to stick his fingers up her nose. “Stop it, don’t be gross! Stop!” she threatened, backing off with her eyes wide, doing the double finger point at him to enforce her stance. “I mean, like, you look all happy.”

“Of course, I am. I’ve shot my load three times in the space of four hours. Wouldn’t you be?”

“Yeah but, she’s wearing your shirt and something is different with you!” she began, gesticulating wildly as she whispered, excitement riddling her. “This isn’t just sex anymore, is it? Are you guys giving it another shot?”

He paused, taking a swig of his beer. “Kinda. I mean, I dunno. It’s all kinds of complicated. See, there’s something I didn’t tell you that I probably should have. But if I do, you can’t go insane. You have to be quiet. Mouse quiet, you get me?”

Meadow made a zipper motion across her lips, nodding vigorously.

“She’s pregnant.”

Immediately, the pretend zipper was undone. “What?”

“I said be quiet! She’s only through that fucking door!”

“Oh, come on! You can’t just pull that kind of mic drop on me and then expect me to be quiet!” she hissed, jumping up and down, her beer foaming up, Meadow quick to cover it by sticking half the bottle neck into her mouth.

“You do that remarkably well for a lesbian,” he observed, raising an eyebrow, receiving a slap to his bare chest for it.

“Explain! I need details!”

“We’re spending way too long in here whispering.”

“Tommy!”

“Aright, alright, abridged version. I got her pregnant, but we’re not sure if we want to go ahead with it for obvious reasons, us being problematic around each other being it, so we’re trying to see if we can work through those issues before we decide. There, done.” Concise as ever. Some things never changed.

“So, what, are you dating?”

“Nope, just ironing out the issues we have first, seeing if we can actually be friends before anything else. Now, no more, come on.”

She halted him, standing in front of the door. “But you’re still having sex with her?”

He nodded, looking nonchalant. “Yeah. She’s very good at it, and I’m a horny motherfucker.” He swerved around her and left the kitchen before he could be further interrogated, handing Darla her juice before seating himself in his huge armchair, Meadow taking the couch next to her, buzzing internally.

Darla wasn’t stupid, turning to Tommy while pointing at a fit to burst small person beside her. “You told her I’m pregnant, didn’t you?”

“Oh, lord,” he began. “There may be trouble ahead...” he then began to sing, wiping his hand down his face, Darla laughing.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind. I told my friends, too,” she reassured him, turning back to Meadow. “Yeah, it’s all a little bit crazy.”

“I’ll say, I mean, wow! So much to unpack, and here was me thinking we’d just be having a nice catch-up chatter. I’ve missed you so much! I hate that we lost touch with one another after we went to college,” Meadow spoke.

“I sense girl talk, so I’m gonna go make myself useful elsewhere. The grass needs cutting, so I’ll see you guys in a while.” Getting up again, he jammed his feet into his sneakers and left them to it, Meadow having the decency at least to wait until she heard the back door shut before she shuffled at speed across the couch closer to Darla, on her like a swarm of wasps to jam.

“So, what the hell is going on with you guys? I mean, he tells me everything, well, Tommy’s version of everything, since we both know how cagey he can be,” she began,

“Right, right,” Darla confirmed.

“He told Heather and I that your date hadn’t gone well, that you two had absolutely nothing in common and that you clashed a lot, but that in bed, you worked. Don’t worry, he didn’t go into details. I guess I have to give him that, he’s capable of being somewhat of a gentleman. But now there’s this! And... Darla! What, what... what?” Her eyes went just as wide as Darla remembered when she was flustered or excited. It was good to see her again, regardless of anything else.

Meadow really was someone whose friendship she’d valued hugely, both being so befuddled when Tommy had just upped and left one day with his mom, with no explanation for months until he’d contacted Meadow.

“I know, oh, Jesus, I know! It’s a mess, really, it is. I mean, even if we were dating, it’d still be tricky, to navigate me being pregnant so soon, but the fact we’re not just makes it even harder.”

“And then there’s the issue of you guys not always seeing eye to eye, that must be tough.”

Darla sipped her juice, nodding. “Undoubtedly so. But see then, we have these little moments with each other where it all falls into place. We also see our faults and know that we have to try harder in not sniping at one another. We’re too similar in that department, both extremely bull headed, and it causes a clash. The patterns we fall into aren’t healthy at all, and that makes us reluctant to bring a baby into such a volatile mix, but at least we both acknowledge that it’s unhealthy at times,” she reasoned, Meadow making an agreeable face.

“Exactly. Hell, most people who do have unhealthy behaviours fail to even see them, which if you ask me is perhaps the unhealthiest of all. At least you two recognise them and want to work to a solution before deciding if bringing a child into the mix is a good idea. I mean, even if you didn’t end up together, who better to raise a baby with than someone you know is as good a guy as Tommy is, and who wants to be a father as much as he does?”

That was the first Darla had heard of Tommy’s yearnings for offspring. “He does?”

“Oh, heck yeah!” Meadow began, curling her feet under her a little more as she shifted for comfort. “You should see him with my nieces, Heather’s sisters have one and three kids and they love him, they use him as a human climbing frame. He’s there with the littlest ones, doing bicep curls while they hang off his forearms in absolute hysterics. He'd make a wonderful father, he has the patience for it. He never tires of them wanting to play. Brooke, who is Helen’s eldest is really into art, and one time he sat there and let her add to all his tattoos with body paint, so patiently, complimenting her style, then taught her how to draw animals.”

Darla smiled at the mental picture Meadow’s words conjured. “He was always really good with a sketch pencil.”

“Yeah, no kidding. Did he tell you that he drew that?” Pointing over to the war wall, Meadow nodded in the direction of her finger, to a charcoal drawing of a tiger.

“I didn’t even know that was a sketch! I thought it was a photograph!” she began, getting up to take a closer look. “Shit the damned bed, he’s so talented!”

“But he never speaks of it. I’ve told him time and again, he could earn himself a small fortune if he sold his stuff, but he’s always like ‘naw, I ain’t that good’ whenever I mention it.”

“Well, that’s Tommy all over. I mean, he’s boastful about some things that he excels at, but cagey with others. I think over things he could be more easily judged about. Like he believes his art likely would be.”

“Oh yeah, you’re right,” Meadow agreed, Darla sitting back down again. “He said that drawing helped keep him sane, when his mom was dying. Shit, I miss Annie. She was always so kind.”

Darla sighed sadly, reaching to squeeze her knee. “Me too, mouse. She was a truly lovely lady.”

“She really was. I have to wonder, you know, because of the issues he faced in his childhood, if this is stirring anything up for him, you being pregnant,” Meadow wondered. It had played on Darla’s mind, too.

“Yeah, I did think that. He is not his father, though. All of our differences aside, I see that Tommy is a good guy, and his heart is always in the right place. I know if we have this baby, he’d be the best goddamned daddy to it, because he knows only too well what it’s like to have a poor father, one he had to look after in the end instead of the other way around, all while harbouring some really bitter resentment over how he treated his mother. He was so strong, in everything he did.”

Meadow liked that, that Darla really saw through to the bones of who Tommy was, their differences aside. She hoped right then that they could overcome their issues, because they were two wonderful people who she couldn’t help but think fitted together very nicely in the way they were. Strong, kind hearted and funny. Very, very funny.

“When you chased Chris around the house with Squish, oh my god, Darla I thought I was gonna pee my pants!” Meadow squealed with mirth a time later, the women remembering times gone by from their childhood, namely the day Darla had taken her tarantula out and terrorised their childhood friend, Chris Hoffman with him, who’d been just as petrified of the spider as her brother Gene was.

“He was an awesome spider. You know they don’t usually live past ten, right? Squish survived until he was fifteen before he passed. My mom came in to feed him one day while I was away at college and found him under his little hiding log, all curled up. My poor boy, I loved him so much,” she lamented, Meadow cooing softly, reaching to rub her arm affectionately.

“He was great, helped me massively with my spider fear. He was just so chilled. The way he used to sit on top of your dad’s head watching television,” she reminisced, smiling as she remembered Squish in his spot, contentedly exploring Mike’s hair. “Did you ever think about getting another?”

“I’ve toyed with it a lot, you know. They’re great pets, and with my work low maintenance enough too that I wouldn’t need to give it more attention than I could fit in with my schedule. I might do it, actually!” They shared a few more stories from times gone by, before catching up with each other on where their lives had taken them in the time between, Meadow leaving after two hours, picking up the book she had come round to fetch initially and giving them their afternoon back.

“I should get going too, actually. I’m meeting Chantelle for dinner at eight,” she lamented, Tommy nodding, but not being able to stop himself from looking disappointed at that.

“Okay. I’ll give you a ride home.” She accepted it with thanks, going and packing her clothes into her gym bag, luckily finding a pair of clean cycling shorts in there and pulling those on, feeling a little more covered even though Tommy’s t shirt fit her like a dress.

“Well, I hope you have a good time with your friend,” he began, parking up outside her place twenty minutes later. “When are you free again?”

“Not for the next week, unfortunately. It’s end of term so I have a lot to do before college is out for the semester, and all of that is now, in the final week. Do you want to come over next Saturday, though? Or I could meet you in the park again for boot camp class. I quite enjoyed it, eventually!”

He laughed softly, smiling at her. “Yeah, sounds good. See you next Saturday, then.” He wanted to lean over and give her a kiss goodbye, Darla feeling the same, but settling instead on squeezing her thigh. Something held him back there, and he wasn’t sure exactly what it was. He didn’t think about much else as he drove home, though, replaying moments from their day together in his head.

For Darla, he was firmly on her mind as well as she got ready to go out, battling her tight, unruly curls with her hair straightener, smoothing it all up and styling her edges before clipping on her long, straight ponytail. She was always ready much too soon, so sat and watched a film before calling her Uber, heading downtown to hers and Chantelle’s favourite curry house, Aimee not present on account of the fact she had other plans, and a hatred for all things spicy.

While waiting for their main dishes, the women snacked on small, very hot delicacies, catching up with each other’s lives, Darla of course explaining how everything currently lay with Tommy, and the events that had led to them trying to get on some kind of even keel before deciding whether her pregnancy would continue or not.

“You’re not dating again then, no?” Chantelle asked, dunking her onion bhaji in a liberal smothering of mango chutney.

“I’m not, no. We’re just seeing how we can get along as friends first,” Darla confirmed, her friend frowning a little.

“But you’re still having sex with him? I’m puzzled. To me, that seems like dating without dating, for what truly separates those we date from those we’re friends with? It’s the sexual. I mean we get on like a house on fire, but you don’t don a strap on and dick me down on the regular.”

Her analogy made Darla snort laugh through a mouthful of samosa.

“You see what I’m saying though, girl?”

“Yes, I do, I do,” Darla began, holding her hand over her mouth until she’d finished chewing. “I know that, and I suppose it is somewhat of a blurred line there. He’s just so good at it, though!” she partially wailed, remembering that afternoon. God, that man had superb dick swinging game. “Why do you ask, anyway? Do you think that we shouldn’t be?”

“I’m never one to tell others how they should live their lives, you know that. From a personal standpoint, though, I’d find it judgement clouding. I mean, like you rightly say, there’s a line being blurred. Are you definitely sure that you might not end up together? These little moments you speak of where things feel as if they’re falling into place, could they be enough, your differences aside?”

It gave her pause for thought. “See, I’m unsure. In those moments, or when we’re just sitting there laughing at something funny the other has said, I do think it could be more. But then I remember just how volatile we are, and it makes me err on the side of caution when I consider a romantic future with him. Throw a baby into that and what do you have? A situation that suddenly has an extreme amount of pressure upon it.”

“Right. For me personally, I couldn’t do it. I mean if you think you can without complicating things further, you have at it. Who am I to tell you otherwise?”

While Chantelle likely didn’t mean to, her words really did give Darla some serious fodder for reflection over her situation with Tommy. Would keeping the sexual side of whatever they were to one another act as a positive or a negative? Could it influence them unfairly in their decision making, she wondered?

It was yet another question she conceded that had to be added to the list, whether she truly wanted it to be or not.

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