Tommy Conlon was supposed to be your past. But when he re-enters your life years later, you realise he never stopped looking for you.
✦ warnings — angst, smut, complicated love
✦ status — completed
A/n: The writing is fucking messy because my brain completely shut off and made me lose any ability to write anything good.
Content includes: Dry humping and teasing, messy plot lmao (MDNI)
“I dunno why you’re so desperate to find a boyfriend,” Tommy drawled, stretching out on the couch like he owned the place, his thighs spreading wide in those worn jeans that hugged him just right.
You clicked your tongue. You weren’t exactly desperate but it had been almost a year since your last relationship so a date would have been nice.
“I’m not desperate, dumbass…” you muttered, rolling your eyes.
“Looks like it to me,” he replied, his hood casting a shadow over his face, but that signature shit-eating smirk of his peeked through just a little.
You’d been friends since forever. But Tommy was always weird about the guys that you met. In high school, when you landed your first ever boyfriend, he’d insert himself everywhere—sudden plans for late-night drives or arcade runs he’d never cared about before. You’d figured he’d outgrow his possessiveness, but years later, it just seems to grow stronger.
“Why even bother with guys anymore? None of em lasted long anyway”
You shot back, “Uhhh maybe it’s because of you, asshole!” You huffed your cheeks and sunk down next to him, staring off into space while Tommy toys with the strings of his hoodie.
“You know…I actually did snag a date about a minute ago,” you lied, just to rile him up.
“Don’t be mad but…” You trailed off, biting your lip.
“But what?”
“He’s actually a friend of yours” you teased, poking the bear.
“Tch…whatever. Go for it. See if I care,” he grumbled.
Mission: Piss Tommy off—successful.
You giggled, leaning in to poke his cheek. “Aww, come on, Tommy. You can’t keep getting all worked up every time I mention a dude”.
He brushes you off, reaching over to grab his phone instead. You shift closer, snatching the phone from his grip, tossing it aside.
“Tell me why you hate the idea of me being happy, hmm?”
He scratched the back of his neck, eyes averting from yours, “Dunno.”
You nudged him again, swinging a leg over to straddle his lap like you’d done a dozen times before. His hands instinctively settled on your thighs, warm palms pressing down just right.
You thread your fingers through his hair, “Don’t lie to me, Tommy,” you whispered.
You shifted slightly, rubbing against him painfully slow, feeling the growing bulge in his jeans press up against your core. A soft whimper escaped his beautiful lips, his arms snaked around you, pulling you flush against his chest. His breath was warm against your neck as he buried his face in the crook.
“I just…don’t like sharing you,” he murmured as his grip tightens.
“You’re my best friend after all.”
His fingers traced the curve of your hips, brushing the hem of your shirt. You grinned, grinding down with a little more pressure, rubbing your heat against his erection in slow, teasing circles.
“Oh yeah? Then what’s this, Tommy?” you teased, your hand slipping between you, feeling him twitch under your touch.
“Getting all hard for your best friend? That’s not very platonic, is it?”
He groans softly, his hips bucking up involuntarily to chase the friction. “Shut up,” he mumbled, his cheeks flushing under the hood.
You began to hump against him more rhythmically, “Aww, look at you, so worked up already. Bet you’d been thinking about this for years, huh? Jealous of all those guys because you wanted me all to yourself.”
Tommy’s breaths came in ragged pants, his hands gripped your ass to guide your movements, pulling you down harder. He was thrusting up desperately to meet your heat. The couch creaked under the motion. He was starting to lose control fast. Whimpers turned into desperate moans that were muffled against your skin.
Suddenly, he tensed, a strong shudder ripping through him as he came hard in his pants. He hid his face deeper in the crook of your neck. Flustered groans vibrated against your throat as his body trembled under your touch. You slowed your movements before coming to a stop, stroking his hair gently, allowing him to catch his breath.
“Oh my god, Tommy…did you just cum in your pants from me dry-humping you like that? Seriously, how long have you been wanting this? Be honest, you perv. Have you been jerking off to the thought of fucking your best friend? Come on, spill it. I wanna hear you say it.”
His face burns hotter than a furnace as he tries to hide deeper into your neck, mumbling incoherently.
“S-stop… fuck, don’t make me say it.”
You pulled back just enough to tilt his chin up, forcing him to meet your eyes, your thumb brushing his lower lip.
“Nuh-uh, no hiding. How long, Tommy? How long have you been dying to bury yourself deep inside me? Tell your best friend the truth”
His eyes darts away. He’s embarrassed as fuck now. Rightfully so.
“F-fuck… since forever, okay? Every time you dated some loser, I’d go home and…shit, I’d imagine it was me. Pinning you down, making you scream my name instead. Happy now? God, you’re evil.”
You bursted out laughing, pinching and pulling his cheeks aggressively before sliding off his lap, leaving him slumped on the couch.
“Aww my big, tough Tommy has been pining like a lovesick puppy for decades. But hey, at least you finally admitted it—gold star for you.”
He groans, covering his face with both hands, utterly wrecked and humiliated. His hips shifts uncomfortably as the post-nut clarity hits him like a truck.
“You’re the worst…”
You shrugged, reaching over to grab the remote and flicked through the TV to some mindless sitcom like you hadn’t just edged him into oblivion. You plopped yourself right next to him, lying your head on his shoulder. Completely ignoring the tent still straining against his jeans.
I'm your brother. I've always had your back. You don't call him, you call me.
//
Mom needed you. I needed you. You were my big brother and you bailed on me.
WARRIOR (2011) dir. Gavin O'Connor
THE ACCOUNTANT (2016) dir. Gavin O'Connor
summary : you’re visited by the love and loss of your life after he walked away a decade ago.
pairing : tommy riordan x vs angel!reader.
trope : estranged childhood best friends to lovers.
genre : fluff + mild angst + romance.
word count : 3.6k
warnings‼️: 3 year age gap (reader is 22 / tommy is 25) + crude language + a kiss scene + a suggestive line towards reader as a model (some guy says she’s fine) + a minor detail describing a small part of the daily routine of a marine which may be inaccurate.
you and tommy were the best of friends. inseparable at the tender ages of five and eight.
you two were neighbors and your family consists of four; mom, dad, you, and your little sister.
tommy and brendan had a bigger age gap than you and your sister but whenever you girls would be out in the yard, tommy would feel the itch to go out and play in his little hands.
he knew y’all were younger than him but that didn’t discourage his curiosity.
“um, is… is it okay if i can play with you?” he asked hesitantly.
you and your little sister look towards the voice and find a boy older than the two of you standing by his front porch, looking bashful.
you nodded enthusiastically, so excited to make a new friend.
“yes!” you exclaimed as you grab his hand and drag him along your front yard.
ever since then, the two of you were joined at the hip.
tommy would come over to your house often due to the close nature of your friendship.
you may have been twelve at the time but you were wise, and that made it easier for him to confide in you.
“he’s drunk. again.” he shook his head and chuckled bitterly.
your eyes were soft and sorry. you wish he wouldn’t think pitying him was a bad thing.
you lace your hands with his and insist on watching a movie while snacking on his favorite things.
“you can spend the night if you want.”
it was second nature to go above and beyond for him, but it was second nature for him to deny your kindness. you never understood why.
“nah, i gotta get back to my mom.” and you smiled at that.
one thing about tommy? he’s a great son to his mother.
they say it gets worse before it gets better and that was certainly the case for tommy. he and his mother had been pushed to their limits. they both packed their bags and never looked back at pittsburgh ever again.
you were devastated, heartbroken. you couldn’t believe your best friend just up and left without even saying goodbye.
you figured it was because of his father, paddy, but you never knew he’d push your best friend away from you.
you harbored a secret animosity towards him whenever tommy would spill his guts out but in this moment? you resented him.
paddy was the sole reason your other half, your soulmate was gone.
you never even got to tell tommy how you really felt about him.
tommy told you his secrets and you shared yours. you were never this close to a person, ever.
your little sister is an exception but of course she’s gonna know you better than you know yourself. she’s your blood, but tommy isn’t. he’s someone who’s seen what the inside of your heart looks like and he hadn’t judged you one bit for it.
tommy is your first love, but he was also the loss of your life.
ten years later, present-day:
“standby y/n.”
you're nervous as fuck and rightfully so. in addition to this being the first time you open a victoria’s secret fashion show, you're wearing your first fantasy bra to do it.
that’s a lot more firsts a girl can hope for!
you’re just a couple of minutes away from so many things happening tonight. tripping and twisting your ankle, falling on your face and the internet never letting you live it down, or worse: never getting another chance to model for victoria's secret ever again.
well, there goes your career! over before it even started all because of some heels or the floor or the lights or some other, valid yet non-excusable reason.
you take a deep breath in and exhale through your lips forming an ‘o’ shape. you close your eyes and join your hands together to pray silently with the few seconds you have left.
please, please, please don’t let me fuck this up. please.
you hear ariana grande belt out the few lines before the chrous of “dangerous woman” out front. you make a mental note to ask for a photo and autograph when you see her later.
“go, y/n!”
showtime.
it’s muscle memory for your hands to place themselves on your hips as you make your way down the large, well-lit, glittery floor.
perfect timing to make your appearance as the chorus of the song plays on.
cheers and screams erupt from the seats as you stand tall and concentrate on moving your ankles in front of the other.
you’re at the middle of the runway when you tug on a strap and large, black, feathery wings make their appearance. more encore from the venue & you can’t help but feel like that bitch.
when you make it to the end of the runway, you turn your chin down a bit and let your eyes do the talking. they’re outlined with black eyeliner and highlighted with silver and black eyeshadow, blended so nicely together.
the theme for your fantasy bra is “black swan” and it’s perfect for you as that’s the energy you’re known to give off. dark feminine, mysterious and unpredictable.
you pause for a few seconds to pose and let your side profile hang in the camera angle for a bit before you turn to the side. you make a full 360. you eye the camera on the side, offering one last glimpse before you’re on your way backstage.
you let the crowd fuel you as you depart and hope you looked your very best.
you know only angels get to wear wings and you know it’s a privilege to get to do both; be an angel and wear wings.
you were signed as a victoria’s secret model at eighteen and worked very hard for three years to earn your title as an ‘angel’. at twenty-one, you were gifted an opportunity so many girls only dream of.
the rest of the girls backstage practically flood the room with excited shrieks, warm hugs and elated faces.
you were the youngest of the batch and had so much yet to learn but they all treated you as their baby.
“you killed it out there!”
“so beyond proud of you, babe.”
“there she is! the highlight of tonight.”
“our black swan did so beautiful!” and there were so many more words of encouragement that made you spill so many tears but you did it! the hard part was over.
now you can change into other lingerie and wings and just be content with the fact that you did it.
after the show was successfully complete (and ariana grande came asking for a photo), a celebration in the form of drinks were obviously in order.
you’re out with your sister and you deem it’s baddie baddie shot o’clock.
“girl, save some for your birthday.” your sister laughed.
you just sent her a toothy grin and shrugged. “we’ll just drink some more when it gets here.”
your twenty-third birthday is still some time away but you weren’t thinking about that tonight.
“HOLY SHIT, IS THAT TOMMY?!”
yup. that’s what you were thinking about. the boy who left pittsburgh and took a piece of your heart with him.
your neck snaps up at the name and you see him for the first time in forever.
he’s here. in the flesh, and not on television breaking some guy's jaw.
your heart stops. your breathing stops.
time stops and all of a sudden, you’re a little kid again forming a memorable friendship with the neighbors youngest son.
he’s wearing a white tank top under a baggy, black zip-up jacket with a pair of black sweatpants.
his baby blues are darting from one person to the next, an unnoticeable smile on his face as people come up to him and say nice things with proud smiles on their faces.
you think he looks good. a bit uncomfortable and edgy, but he looks like he’s been taking good care of himself.
you begrudgingly look away from him and blink rapidly to keep your tears from falling.
your sister puts a comforting hand on your shoulder, begging you to go up to him and rekindle what may be lost but you silently plead with her to just let you have this.
you don’t have it in you to go up to him and make small talk, act like the last ten years didn’t happen.
at least not tonight.
she indulges you and the two of you quietly leave the bar. unaware of the stunned pair of eyes that want so desperately for you to turn around to see what’s slipping away.
you wake up with a headache but it's not from a hangover. it's from crying yourself to sleep.
you couldn't believe yourself. how did you miss the one chance you've been so desperately praying for? how did you walk out and away from him?
like he did you.
you sigh and drink some water from your nightstand before getting ready.
you shower and eat and think about going to just drive around town as you haven't been back in three years.
should you also go see him? maybe he's still here?
or maybe he left. again.
you shake your head away from those thoughts, no matter how possible they may be. you're gonna go out there and find him and... well, you'll figure out the rest of the plan when you see him.
the sound of the doorbell ringing catches your attention. your sister left for work and said she won't be back until six.
you grab your keys and purse and make your way to the door, hoping it's a girl scout with cookies or something.
but of course, the universe says “nuh uh!” and behold! it's the very thing you ran away from. this time, just a couple of steps away from touching you.
“tommy?” you breathe out in disbelief.
he blinks slowly and your stomach feels funny. like all the adrenaline in you is swarming in your intestines, daring you to move your body. without thinking, you accept the challenge.
you jump out at him and crush him in the biggest hug you've ever given and the vigor of it knocks his balance off a bit. you hear him grunt in surprise and your arms are wrapped around his neck in a vice grip. like if you loosen them even a little, he'll disappear again.
hot tears brim along your eyes. you close them tightly and let them slide down your cheeks anyway, feeling them trail a path down your face.
his hands slowly rise towards your figure and he's unsure where to put them. he's never hugged or been hugged like this.
even when he made up with brendan, it was different. but why is this different? it it because it's you and not his no-longer-estranged older brother?
he hugs you back. one hand is across your hip and the other is your shoulder blade in his palm. he slides his face into the crevice of your neck and noses your collarbone in a silent apology.
you sniffle as you accept it.
“i'm sorry.” he croaks out.
you shake your head, to tell him he doesn't have to be but he insists.
“i shoulda came to see you but-” he sighs and moves his face back, prompting you to do the same.
you look at him with watery eyes and his eyes dart around your face. like he's memorizing it.
his eyebrows come together and form lines on his forehead. you know he does that when he's thinking really hard about something.
“the truth is,”
you let go of his neck and his cradles your face in his hands.
“i knew i wouldn't be able to leave if i saw you.” and when he drops that bomb on you, you can't help but stitch your wobbly lips together in a smile.
it doesn't reach your eyes though, and that's how he knows you missed him just as much as he missed you.
“but i woulda understood why.”
and he knows that, of course he knows.
he also knows that the second he would've seen those tears in your eyes, he would've broken his resolve. and how could he not? you break his heart when you cry.
he wipes your tears with his thumbs.
“i know.” he murmurs.
he pulls you into him once more with a hand on your neck and you cry softly, unbeknownst to you that he's forcing himself to brave through his teary eyes.
“oh my god, you're so old.” you giggle.
“and you're so young.” he bites with no heat.
you invited tommy in and changed, finding your mission successful. the current conversation is about how different life has been for the both of you.
“so i guess we're both kinda like celebrities, huh.” you tap your nails against the sofa arm.
“more you than me.” his lips split open in a toothy grin.
you smile back and think how great this all is. there's no sign of forced conversation, he's as relaxed as he can be and you are happy.
tommy stares at you and finds himself seeing all the things he's missed. he finds all the years he's missed in your face, all the places you've been in your eyes and all the joy you've experienced in your lips.
the truth is, he saw you on tv every time you were in a show. even back when you just modeled for any show before you were officially signed on as an angel.
his unit members would tease him but he didn't care. you were on national television and to him? you were amazing.
if anyone said anything about any woman in a suggestive tone, he'd say something anyway but he never played about you.
“damn, she's fine.”
if looks can kill, you wouldn't wanna be that guy. tommy could kill with his bare hands just as well.
alas, that was the only warning that poor chap got before it was lights out. all because he couldn't keep his thoughts in his head. he just had to air it out to everyone.
tommy slept good that night, too.
“whatcha thinkin’ ‘bout?” you pull him away from his memories.
he deeply exhales and looks away from you, fiddling with his chain around his neck.
“i watched all your shows.” he mumbles.
you still heard it though and you show it by the way your face is beaming.
“really?”
you’re elated because you were on his mind just as much as he was on yours.
he nods, still refusing eye contact but it’s okay.
you scoot a bit closer to him and your knees are folded under you, touching his thigh.
he stops fiddling with his chain and eyes your hands on your knees. slowly but surely, his eyes lock onto yours and he sees how happy you are.
“i didn’t know they allowed people to watch tv over there.” you can’t help your grin.
your head tilts to the side a little as he explains how everyone shares one tv and there’s a daily time limit to how much tv they can watch.
“wait, so, you even watched the shows i did before i was exclusive to victoria’s secret?”
“every single one.”
that made your heart swoon. your crush on him never left but this amplified it.
you had guys try to hit on you and say a line or two to get your number (or something else) but they weren’t tommy.
he haunted your life.
“why didn’t you ever call?”
you didn’t want to ruin the mood but this has been sitting on your mind the second you let him in. you don’t know if he feels it, too.
“why’d you leave the bar?”
you quirk up an eyebrow at his quick yet witty retort.
touché.
this has been weighing on him for quite some time, too.
“i didn’t know how to face you… i guess i was overwhelmed.” you answer, ashamed.
he nods like he was satisfied in your answer. “same.”
you look at him, unsatisfied with his lack of explanation.
“i never called because i thought you might’ve hated me.” he admits.
you’re offended and you don’t hide it.
did he really think his friendship meant that little to you? so little, that you wouldn’t understand?
he sees the look on your face and shakes head, as if he was answering your questions.
“no. wait, it’s not like that-”
“i could never hate you.”
there’s a softness in your voice as you say the words he’s been longing for. it soothes the wave of self-loathing washing over the shore of his heart.
all he’s wanted to hear, to know; is that you don’t hate him.
your knees slide out from under you and you cross your legs together, facing him.
“i honestly thought you forgot about me-”
“never.” he says so instantly, like that idea is so absurd and bizarre.
to him? it is.
“i could never, ever forget about you.”
now it was his turn to be offended.
how could you assume he’d ever forget about you? the same you that never let him down? the same you that always had a place for him in your mind and heart? that you?
you sigh softly and look down at your hands. you’re unsure where to go now.
“okay.” you nod.
“okay.” he asserted.
you huff out a laugh from your scrunched up nose and your smile threatens your unbothered demeanor.
tommy smiles back, a tight-lipped one but a smile nonetheless.
he gazes into your eyes and they drift to your lips on their own accord. like a magnet, they’re drawn to your mouth and your eyes are drawn to his.
he hesitantly leans in a bit, giving you time and space to back off if you’d like but you’re frozen.
you gulp and meet his eyes and he whispers, “i’ve liked you for the longest time.”.
that makes your heart leap out of your chest. all these years you’ve been crushing on this big, tough guy, not knowing he’s liked you back?
“since when?” you’re so starstruck.
he smiles bashfully, a faint red blush painting his cheeks. as uncharacteristic as this looks, you weren’t about to let this phenomenon go to waste by looking away.
“since that day i asked if i could play.”
your eyes widen and your jaw goes slack. this endearing motherfucker.
“i… i’ve been crushin’ on you, too.” you admit.
you can’t look at him. you don’t know why you feel this way. maybe it’s because you’ve never been this vulnerable with a man before.
“don’t go all shy on me now.” he teases.
he moves his head to catch your gaze.
you smack your teeth and halfheartedly hit his shoulder with your knuckles.
he brings his head towards you once more and aligns his forehead with yours. you close your eyes at the contact and he asks, “can i kiss you?”.
you nod faintly, your hands coming up to rest on his shoulders.
his palms rest on the curve of your waist and he kisses you like he’s making up for all lost time.
he’s gentle, letting you set the pace, letting you take control.
but there’s something else you need to know.
your head tilts back a bit and he chases you, dazed and not a single thought behind his eyes other than kissing you forever if you’d let him.
“easy, tiger.” an airy chuckle leaves your lips and you set a hand on his chest.
he lazily smiles and places his hand over yours. he kisses your forehead.
it makes you smile, tommy being so affectionate. a stark contrast to his demeanor in the public but you think he’s one of those “tough guy with a soft heart” kind of guy.
“i want you to stay.”
he pauses his actions and slowly backs up to meet your eyes.
“you stayin’ here?” he asks curiously.
“for the time being.” you interlock your fingers with his.
he nods and says, “what you really mean is; you want me to come with you.”.
you purse your lips sheepishly. tommy thinks about it for a moment.
“new york city?”
“mhm.”
you’re nervous. was that an impulsive move? or is that question a result of your fear; him leaving just as fast as he showed up?
he deeply inhales and blows a raspberry, simulating a worried persona.
“okay.” he decides a beat later.
you blink and shake your head, getting whiplash from his behavior. “wait, what?!”
“i was gonna come visit you anyway but this sounds better.” he nods like he’s made up his mind.
tommy says things like this like it’s the most obvious thing in the world and to him, they are.
but for you, this is a commitment. a promise. something you can’t turn back from and you convey that to him.
“tommy,” you begin. “this is a very big and important adjustment. we’re moving in together.”
“what else would i be doin’? where else would i be?”
“for starters, your family is here. i know you’ve made up with brendan so i figured…”
you trail off and hope tommy can fill in the rest.
a lopsided smirk is drawn to his handsome, smug face and he holds your hands.
“that’s sweet and you’re right. but he chose when and where to make his family and i’m tellin’ you; there’s no place i’d rather be.”
he says is so intrinsically that your heart wills no choice but to believe him. there’s a silent promise in his words, one that he hopes you hear him make.
i’m not leaving you again.
“…okay.”
“okay.” he settles with a quick kiss to your lips.
