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glassbxttless · 2 months ago

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Pet Shop Polly

tommy gallagher (warfare) x fem!reader

word count: 2.6k+

summary: Sam sends Tommy to the local pet store to pick up an order for Whiskey.

warnings: No smut! Just Tommy getting a crush. Reader uses she/her pronouns.

notes: **my friends and I have dubbed Tommy’s last name, Gallagher, run with that if you’d like** | My Tommyverse and Samverse are interwoven, if y’all care! Sam’s girl is still nameless in here, don’t worry— it doesn’t affect the reader-insert illusion (Tommy calls her Mrs. O’Brien whether they’re married or not). Big thanks to @peachyproserpina and @getaapologist for helping me build this little universe.

You were halfway through reorganizing the chew toy section for the second time that day, when the bell over the front door jingled louder than you’re used to. Tuesdays were slow, only one or two customers had trickled in that morning and not one of them had been Sam, a regular Tuesday flyer— and you still had four hours of your shift left to go. Agnes looked up from her stool at the register at the sound, eyes squinting beneath her glasses like she was already preparing to pull out a special brand of unimpressed. You peeked around the endcap, your hands curled around a kong ball, just in time to see who had apparently unknowingly earned her wrath today.

Not Sam O’Brien, that was for sure.

This guy was taller, face softer around the edges. He had a beat up navy hoodie on, with the sleeves tugged low. You could see the frayed hem and the hole in the armpit each time he moved his arm forward slightly. His cheeks were pink like he’d either jogged here or he just existed in a state of permanent embarrassment. He looked skittish, like he’d been placed in an environment that definitely wasn’t normal for him. You watched as his chest rises and falls as he takes a deep breath before approaching the counter. He pushes a hand over the slightly overgrown buzz cut on his head before offering the smallest, most polite smile you’d ever seen survive Agnes’ attitude. His voice is nervous, a bit of a shake as each word tumbles from his lips, “Hi, um… I’m here to pick up an order for Sam? Sam O’Brien. For his dog. Whiskey.”

You step a little closer, pretending to busy yourself with a box as Agnes narrowed her eyes. “You’re not Sam.”

That makes him huff out a laugh, and he’s bringing his hand up— scratching at the back of his neck. You wanted to hear that laugh again and again. “No, ma’am. Definitely not. Thomas— I mean, Tommy. Tommy’s fine. He asked me to grab it since I was already in town.” His eyes divert towards the counter for just a moment before he’s looking up at Agnes, his cheeks still tinted pink but there’s a wide grin spread across them.

Agnes sighs, loud and annoyed. “About damn time. Order’s been sitting since last week. Dog’s gonna think we forgot about her.”

You tried not to smile as you wandered even closer, the box you’d been fussing with now long forgotten. Moving on, you’re pretending to organize the treats now. You could get a good look at him now. Tall, broad shoulders, the hoodie just a little too short on him. You thought you might’ve seen Sam in a similar one. His hair was blonde. And the second Agnes turned to get the order slip you could see him visibly begin to relax— those shoulders rolling back and loosening, that quiet little smile settling in again. Cheeks still pink as ever.

Cute. He was really fucking cute.

Agnes heaves herself up after tugging the order slip off the back counter. She’s muttering something about her “damn hip” and pointed toward the back, where two very large bags of dog food sat next to the break room door. “It’s those two fifty-pound salmon and pumpkin bags by the door.” She takes a look out the window next to the register, seeing Tommy’s vehicle was the only one there, “You can bring your truck ‘round back.”

He gives a curt nod, slipping his hand into his hoodie pocket to pull his keys out. But before Tommy could turn, you step up and tap his arm lightly. You’re biting down on the inside of your cheek so hard you could cry, but fuck this is what playing it casual has to look like. “I can help you load it, if you want.”

He looks at you. He’s really taking you in. He’s surprised for half a second, and then something softer is settling behind his eyes. That same little nervous ass smile that’s been on his face since he walked in— but now it’s growing, it’s all teeth and red cheeks. He was looking at you like he didn’t quite believe you could help him load it, but he appreciated the offer anyway.

��Thanks,” he says softly, voice gentle albeit his exterior looked anything but gentle. “But I’ve got it. Appreciate the offer, though.” He smiled, like maybe he was the type to find genuine offers kind of sweet. He gives you a nod as he walks out, sliding into that old red beat up Ford F-10. He pulls the truck around back and smiles at Agnes as she lets him through the back door.

You busy yourself right in front of the break room— maybe you had work to do there or maybe you just want to watch the way he handles two fifty-pound bags like they weigh nothing at all. He shoots Agnes a grin, a quick thank you. And if his eyes catch yours while he’s turning to leave, you’re none the wiser.

Tommy backs into Sam’s driveway nice and slow— not wanting to clip the flower beds and get his ass chewed out like the last time. He’s throwing it in park, heading around the back to tug the tailgate down— those big-ass bags of dog food still riding solo in the back. He can hear Whiskey barking before he even took two steps down the flower lined walkway— that pitchy and whiny bark Sam always complained about, echoing through the cracked front windows.

He takes the two steps up to the front porch, lifting his hand to knock. But the front door swings open before he even gets a chance to. “You took your sweet goddamn time getting back,” Sam chuckles, a grin spread ear to ear. “Whisk thought you ran off with her dinner.”

“Think she can wait just a few more minutes. Said this has been sitting there a week,” Tommy huffs as he heads back down the path, hauling one of the bags out over his shoulder with a loud grunt.

Sam chuckles and rolls his eyes, taking a step out onto the porch to get a better view. From the doorway, Sam’s girl— standing bare feet, comfy T-shirt, hair up— watched, smiling at the sight of them. “Hey, Tommy!” She sends a little wave his way as Whiskey nuzzles at her legs.

“Afternoon, Mrs. O’Brien,” he responds politely, giving her a small nod as he huffs out a breath. Tossing one of the bags down inside the door with a soft thud before he repeats the entire thing with the second. Sam’s girl has a hand on that little pink collar around Whiskey’s neck to keep her from darting. She was practically vibrating with excitement, her tail a blur. The only person she loved more than Sam and his girl? was Tommy.

“Oh, don’t encourage him, sweetheart,” Sam mutters, pressing a kiss against her shoulder as he steps back over the threshold to help slide the bags into their usual spot, limp and all. “He’s trying to marry us off before I even propose.”

“She’s put up with you long enough, hasn’t she?” Tommy asked, shaking his head just a bit as he let out a chuckle.

Sam barks out a laugh at that, shooting him a grin. “Barely.”

Tommy watches as Sam’s girl steps around them to start putting away the dog food into the bins in the cabinet. Sam kisses her head and then he’s leading Tommy back out onto the porch. Sam’s stretching then, and Tommy is letting his hands settle into the front pocket of his hoodie. They stand there for a moment, comfortable with the quiet growing between them before Tommy asks, all red cheeked and curious, “Hey, so… that stocker at the shop— how long’s she been working there?”

Sam gave him a sharp look out the corner of his eye as he leans against the banister railing. “What, the cute one with the freckles? or the one who looks like a 2003 Hot Topic threw up all over them?”

Tommy flushed instantly. “Uh….” He mutters something else as he looks away, but he’s smiling. Barely. Just a twitch at the corner of his mouth. But it’s enough for Sam to notice.

So Sam does what any other older brother would do, he elbows him a little too hard in the ribs and turns up the teasing to ten. “Aw, buddy. You got a little crush on Pet Shop Polly?”

“I just asked a question.”

“And I’m just saying you look like you want to write her a thank-you card for making eye contact with your sorry ass.” Sam chuckles and crosses his arms over his chest. Tommy doesn’t miss the way he shifts his weight to his good leg.

Tommy chuckles and rubs the back of his neck. “You’re such a dick.”

“Yeah, and she’s really sweet. Way outta your league.” He rolls his eyes and takes another look at Tommy. Head to toe.

Tommy finally laughs then, full and warm, his cheeks getting even redder. “Shut up, man.”

“You shut up.” Sam counters and shakes his head, “You should go back, man. I’ll even let you take Whiskey with you. Can say she demanded to thank her personally. Been wanting a little time with the missus anyway.”

“That’s dumb.”

Sam grins, ear to ear like he’s just cracked the code into getting Tommy a girlfriend. “Yeah maybe, but it's the best excuse you’ve got.”

The next evening Tommy sits in his truck for a solid two minutes after parking before he works up the nerve to go inside. Whiskey’s beside him in the passenger seat. She’s sitting proud, leash clipped to her little pink harness like she had any clue that he was trying to use her to get laid. She looked thrilled. Tommy knew her walks with Sam were getting shorter each day. But while Whiskey just wants to get out of the house, sniff around a little— Tommy looks like he was trying to do calculus in his head in the front seat of his truck. “She’s not gonna care,” he mutters like he knows literally anything about you, he’s rubbing his palms against his jeans, willing them to dry before he steps out. “You’re just… bringing the dog in to say thanks. It’s not weird. Not weird at all.”

Whiskey let out a yawn and a long sigh, “Great,” he sighed. “You’re the perfect wingwoman, Whisk.” He finally clambers out, pink leash in his hand. And he nudges the door open with his shoulder. The bell above the door jingled again, loud and tinny. Enough to make Whiskey growl out in annoyance.

You glance up from the aisle you were stocking. Agnes is on her break and you were the only one on shift right at the moment. You’ve got a bag of dental chews in one hand and a price gun in the other. You weren’t expecting anyone to come in this late, certainly not him— with the world’s happiest golden retriever happily trotting alongside.

Tommy gives a little wave in your direction. “Hey.”

“Hey,” you smile, definitely surprised but not unhappy. You had never seen him in the store before yesterday. You place the things in your hands down on the cart in front of you, grinning, “Did Sam already run out of dog food?”

“No, uh… Whiskey just wanted to say thank you. You know. For the food.”

You blinked, starting to feel hot from your toes, upward. “She did?”

Tommy nods, really trying his best not to look as nervous as he felt. And he was spectacularly failing at it. “Yeah. She defininitely said thank you.”

You grin, biting back a laugh as Whiskey sits down at your feet and gives you the most slobbery, expectant stare imaginable. You can’t resist. “Well,” you said, crouching a little to give her a scratch behind the ears, “she’s very polite.”

“She gets it from Sam,” Tommy jokes and your laugh brings a smile to his eyes. Tommy looks more than a little relieved at the sound, and then clears his throat. “Honestly, I just figured I didn’t, uh… say thank you properly. For offering to help me yesterday. It was super nice.”

“You didn’t have to come all the way down here to do that.”

“I know I didn’t have to. But I wanted to.” Tommy shrugs, that same little smile on his face. Like he doesn’t know exactly how it’s been rewiring your brain for the last 24 hours.

You stand up, brushing your hands off on your jeans. “Well, I accept your very elaborate, canine-delivered thank-you.” He smiles at that— really smiles. The one that’s a little crooked, full of teeth, and pink cheeks. The one that looks like his nerves have melted away.

“She, uh… also mentioned I should probably get your name this time,” his voice is quieter, the smile is fading just a little. And he’s bringing a hand up and rubbing the back of his neck.

You tilted your head, your own lips tugging up into a grin. “She did, huh?”

“Yeah. She’s very… insistent. Dog’s got a strong sense of etiquette.”

You offered your name to him with a soft laugh, and he repeated it quietly a few times like he wanted to make sure he didn’t forget it. “Oh, uhm… I’m Tommy,” he adds, just a little late.

“I remember,” you say softly, making your chest heat up with embarrassment for admitting you were eavesdropping on him yesterday. “Sam’s friend, right? The nice one.”

Tommy blushes even more, which you weren’t even sure was possible until that moment. He holds your gaze though— he’s nervous, yeah, but he’s standing his ground. There’s a pause that stretches between you as he thinks of his next words, his next move. “Hey, um,” he starts, shifting his weight like he was trying to casually anchor himself to the floor. He tightens his grip on Whiskey’s leash, “I was wondering— if you’re ever like, not working… maybe you’d wanna get coffee sometime?”

You blink, that stupid grin still on your face. “Is this you asking me out, or is Whiskey still doing the talking?”

Tommy laughs, albeit sheepish. “Bit of both, really. She’s a big believer in overpriced caffeine and awkward flirting. Have you met her dad?” Tommy jokes softly.

You bit your bottom lip, trying not to laugh. “Well, I mean… If Whiskey insists…”

Tommy looks at you for a moment, a little stunned you’d actually said yes. He was looking at you like he’d halfway expected himself to crash and burn, but tried anyway. His smile stretched wider, “Cool. Great. Uh, I’ll let you get back to work. Don’t wanna mess up the… dental chew? display.” He motions vaguely to the end cap in front of him.

“Don’t worry, it’s a system only I understand.” You counter, smiling softly as you take a step back to write your number on a price tag sticker, sticking it to the front of Tommy’s jacket. He looks at you like this is the first time he’s seen a pretty girl.

“I believe that.” he says softly with a nod. Curling Whiskey’s leash around his fist. His eyes drop down to the sticker, he peels from his jacket. It’s your number and your name— you’d even added a little heart. “I’ll text you. Or call. I don’t know.” He waves, using his shoulder to push open the door again, Whiskey following him out, just happy to be included.

You watched him go. accepting that you may just be wearing a permanent grin for the rest of your shift.

He was a cute boy. A polite one. A little nervous, but kind enough to bring a dog in as backup. Yeah. You’d definitely get coffee with him.

tags ;; @getaapologist

#glassbxttless #female reader #tommy warfare #tommy warfare x reader #tommy warfare x fem!reader #cw: fluff #kit connor #kit connor warfare #sam makes an appearance #they’re real close in this au don’t question it

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warfaredoll · 18 days ago

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𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧 & 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

there’s nothing more attractive than a man who’s good with kids

𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐤 — he had the baby propped perfectly on his hip, one strong arm cradling the tiny baby like he’d done it a hundred times before. the little one giggled, tiny fists grabbing at the fabric of Erik’s shirt, and Erik? Erik was fully into it eyes wide with a big smile on his face. “ma-ma? da-da?” he cooed tone high and playful along with more baby talk. his words made no sense but they made the baby giggle anyway. Erik grinned eyes crinkling as he smiled, then he leaned in to pepper the baby’s chubby cheeks with noisy wet kisses, making the baby squeal and kick with laughter from the tickle of Erik’s scruffy beard and mustache “you like that huh?” he chuckled, kissing the baby again just to hear that laugh. you leaned against the doorframe smiling so wide your cheeks hurt “Erik you’re so good at this.” he looked over at you eyes softening while cradling the baby a little closer “yeah?” he asked grin forming “you think so?” you simply just shook your head in agreement, walking over to the baby and maybe to kiss Erik. there was no doubt in your mind that Erik would make a great dad one day.

𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 — “shit I don’t know…” Tommy muttered, eyes widening as you gently transferred the sleeping baby into his arms. his hands hovered awkwardly for a second before they carefully took the baby from your arms. you smiled putting a hand over his shoulder reassuring him then you leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek “you’ll be fine” you whispered, and before he could say anything to protest, you were already walking out of the room. for a moment he just stood there stiff and unsure, staring down at the little body curled against his chest. the baby stirred a little and Tommy panicked but then nothing happened no crying or fussing just a sweet little deep sigh coming from the baby. he sat down slowly, holding the baby close, one hand carefully rubbing up and down the tiny back the way he’d seen you do. the room was quiet, peaceful the baby snuggled into his shoulder, Tommy looked down again, his expression softening as he took in the tiny lashes, the round cheeks, the little pout on the babys’ lips. a small surprised smile pulled at his lips “okay” he murmured, rocking the baby against him softly “yeah… maybe I got this.”

𝐑𝐚𝐲 — Ray was trying that much was clear. the toddler sat on his lap, squirming and already beginning to whimper as Ray leaned in wiggling his fingers. “Gonna getcha” he teased voice soft and dramatic, inching closer, the small child’s lip wobbled then a loud cry came out “Ray!” you scolded from across the room, he froze mid tease, face dropping “oh cmon” he groaned, instantly holding the little one closer into his chest and cradling them, a sheepish laugh escaping him as he bounced his knee gently. “hey, hey, don’t cry im just messing with you.” his hand rested gently on the back of the toddler’s head, his voice becoming soothing and soft as he rubbed slow comforting circles “there we go, we’re good right? no hard feelings?” the tears dried quickly and soon enough, the child was giggling again, especially when Ray tossed the small toddler up high in the air. “now this you like huh?” he laughed tossing the child gently up and then catching them. both of them grinning ear to ear as you just shook your head smiling

𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐭 — Elliott sat on the couch legs spread wide to give the baby a seat in his lap facing him. his arms were propped up on his knees, hands resting gently at the baby’s back, but his eyes were on the tiny face that was looking back at him curiously. it didn’t take long for the baby to zero in on the mustache. you watched from the side already smiling the little hand reached up fingers grabbing hold of the thick mustache, Elliott winced “no…” he said softly, holding up a finger to the baby, but the baby immediately latched onto that too. he blinked “okay now we’re just making choices.” but he didn’t pull away in fact his whole expression softened into something you’d only ever seen when he looked at you late at night gentle, amused and full of love. “so small” he murmured, letting the baby tug on his mustache again with a slight flinch “and already got a good grip…” you tried hiding your laugh behind your hand. he glanced over at you a little helpless, a little in love with the baby, with you, with all of it. “kid’s gonna rip this thing off my face.”

“you look like you’d let him” Elliott smiled, wincing again as the baby gave another strong tug “yeah… probably.”

𝐒𝐚𝐦 — “here let me” you barely had a chance to argue before Sam was already reaching for the baby. you exhaled relieved, and gently passed the little one over. the baby scrunched up mid air, arms coming up tight to their chest, but Sam’s hands were open and waiting. before stepping away, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek “go take a break. I got this.” you watched for a second as he settled down onto the couch, moving to get comfortable, laying back until he was fully stretched out. he positioned the baby carefully on his chest, one hand resting securely on the baby’s back. the baby curious and confused wobbled their head up to look at him brows furrowed, lips turning downward. then the first whine came, tiny and loud. Sam just smiled eyes softening “miss your momma already?” he murmured voice deep but gentle. the baby let out another small cry face scrunching up “yeah…?” he said, brushing a kiss over the baby’s head “me too. but i’ve got you” his hand moved in slow soothing circles on the baby’s back, and soon enough the cries settled. Sam really did have it under control.

i would have all their babies

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

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